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Next to Normal, part 2

Joel Miller x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

Rating: E for Explicit! 18+ Word Count: 9k Warnings: Reader's age isn't pinpointed but you/she are old enough to remember the way the world worked before the Outbreak. Swearing, food. References to reader's past, trauma responses, Joel being the absolute softest and most gentle partner. Emotional vulnerability. Mutual nudity. Fingering. Hand job. Summary: In the months since you started your relationship with Joel, he has never pushed you for more. But Ellie thinks it's time to take the next step. Notes: As usual, I apologize for any typos that I might have missed. Ya girl is sleepy and there's a lot going on in life these days. This story was only going to be a one shot. And then it was juuuust going to be a two-parter. Well...this is part two of three. Stay tuned next week for the conclusion!

Read part 1 here!

Ellie fidgets at the table, frowning at the plate of breakfast that Joel put in front of her. Not because she doesn’t want it, but because she’s thinking hard about how to approach her question. It seems straightforward to her, but she’s learned in the last several months that he is touchy when you are the subject of conversation. He’s always in protection mode when it comes to you. She picks up a piece of unevenly toasted bread and frowns at it like it’s offended her until her eyes track back to Joel. “Are you gonna ask her to live with us?” She asks finally, knowing she doesn’t have to clarify who she means.

Joel stops with his fork halfway to his mouth, his own eggs nearly falling off as he stares at Ellie. “Why? What do you— has she—” he stops and drops the fork. “Why?” He wonders if you’ve dropped hint or if this is just the girl’s curiosity.

“That’s…what you’re supposed to do right? Like…old people style courtship?” She doesn’t really know what adult dating entails except that Joel seems to be spending every second of free time with you, and she likes you. You’re fun to have around and a lot easier to talk to than Joel or Tommy about some of the shit that she’s dealing with. “She hasn’t said anything. I just wondered.”

“Sometimes.” Joel admits, picking up his fork again and looking back down at his plate. “What do you think about that?” He tries to keep it casual, in untested waters dealing with this. He had never really dated while Sarah was young, too busy trying to keep everything together.

“She’s nice.” Ellie says, as though it was the easiest thing in the world. “And…we can trust her. That’s a hell of a lot better than some other people in this town.” In general she likes Jackson, but people are people and not everyone is trustworthy. Ellie knows that better than most. “Would you, like…marry her? Like Tommy and Maria?”

“I don’t know if she would ever want to get married.” Joel hasn’t discussed any of your past with Ellie, so she might not be aware of some of your hangups. He’s not ever even mentioned marriage just in case it might have been one of them. Not like he was a wedding vows kind of man himself. “I would. If she wanted to.”

“But you’re not gonna ask.” Ellie nods vaguely, not quite understanding why anybody bothers to get married anymore anyway. It seems like one of those things that doesn’t make sense in this world. A relic. “So…” The only part of it that still matters is safety, and the emotion behind all of it. “She could be here with us all the time, and I’d pretend like I don’t hear you doing stuff and that’s it? Like…” Her eyes tick up to Joel’s with rivers of curiosity in them. “Like a family?”

Joel snorts, amused at that comment because beyond kissing, doing stuff hadn’t happened. “Kind of like that. If she did, she would have say over what happens here.” He cautions. “Another adult to ‘ruin your life’.” He had rolled his eyes and laughed the first time she had come out with that statement. A true measure of a teenager, even in the shithole state the world was in, Joel could ruin her life.

“She’s better at it than you,” Ellie announces immediately, tongue stuck out as far as it will go. She doesn’t want to admit that you’re the one she goes to for advice most often now. Not him, not Maria, and definitely not Tommy. She goes to you, and you always answer her honestly.

“Ruining your life?” He lifts a brow and hums. “Maybe I need to ask her for tips then.” He’s joking, but it’s nice to see that she has found a mother-like figure in you.

“She’s better at advice.” The teen clarifies, not wanting Joel to think you’ve done anything wrong. “I mean…I’m not gonna ask you about girl stuff.”

Joel snorts and shoots her a grin. “Why not? I love everything about women.”

“But you aren’t one.” The exaggerated roll of her eyes calls him an idiot and she huffs. “Whatever. You should ask your girlfriend to live with us. That’s all I was saying.”

“Yeah?” He hums and shrugs. “I’ll see what she thinks. She can sew here, she does often enough.”

“‘Kay.” She mumbles simply, as if she didn’t just suggest an enormous change to both of their lives as casually as commenting on the color of the sky. Ellie finishes her breakfast in three bites and pushes back from the table abruptly. “School,” she adds, before grabbing her supplies from the counter nearby.

Joel watches as she bolts out the door. Since it’s not a FEDRA school, Ellie has actually been enjoying going each day. Picking up his coffee, he shakes his head. It’s Chicory but it’s better than nothing. Expecting you in a few minutes, he finishes his breakfast in peace with your own plate still warm on the stove.

The soft knock at the door comes just minutes later, and you crack the door open to slip inside without letting any heat out. The typical place for your sewing is in a large canvas bag unless it's a delicate project, so you can move it between your house or Joel's without effort. All those years of making costumes by hand for plays and parties has truly paid off. "Joel?" The smell of breakfast is welcome and comforting, and you peak around the corner to find him sitting at the table. "I just passed Ellie on her way to school. Seemed like she was in a good mood."

He chuckles and stands up, ready to pour you a cup of the coffee that is still simmering in the percolator. “She should be.” He snorts. “Christmas is coming early, apparently.”

"Or very late, depending on how you view it." Now that spring is here and the winter is solidly behind you, Jackson is flourishing again. It seems to be affecting everyone, including Ellie. A soft murmur of thanks comes with accepting the cup of coffee he has made – Joel's is far better tasting than your attempts ever were – but you set it down on the table to step closer to him with a smile. "Good morning kiss?"

“Of course.” When you ask him for a kiss, or to hold you, he’s never turned you down. Nearly in disbelief that you are so affectionate despite the past years. He steps towards you slowly and bites his lip. “Can I hold onto your hips, beautiful girl?” Sometimes you want him to and other times you would rather he not, so he still asks where you want his hands.

"Yes, please." You're feeling brave today, maybe reinvigorated by the spring just like Ellie is, and you nod as you step closer to him so he can hold you close. Maybe it's the spring, or maybe it's months of Joel always calling you his beautiful girl finally starting to sink in. You never thought anyone could think of you that way ever again, but it seems so easy with him.

He hums softly, licking his lips and shuffling closer. You are the one who moves quickly when you feel like it, but he still treats you delicately. Not because he is afraid you will shatter, but because you deserve it.

His short hair is always the perfect place for your fingers, and your arms come up around his shoulders so you can play with the hairs on the back of his neck when he leans in. These morning moments are your favourite, if you're honest. The bright sunlight and birdsong make it seem like a romantic little cottage scene, and it makes you wish that you had had the courage in the colder months to suggest that he sleep over. Or that you sleep over his place. Even just to sleep side by side would be wonderful, but you try to be cognizant of not changing things too much on Ellie all at once.

His lips are much softer since he’s been kissing you. Not as dry. Tommy rags on him, making him roll his eyes, but he would never admit that he does put a little oil on them at night to keep them from chapping and cracking when it’s his turn to stand watch at the gates.

The domesticity of the whole thing is appealing in ways that harken back to the feeling of near normalcy that Joel gives you, and you’re smiling when you finally force yourself to lean back from kissing him. “Busy day? Or do I have you to myself until Ellie gets home?”

“Nahh.” He shakes his head. “Mud’s too thick to try to set more posts, so we are waiting for it to dry in the southern area of the community garden.” He tells you. “Since I had to pull watch last night, I’m off for the next day or so.”

“It wasn’t too bad, I hope?” Overnights are tough just for the sake of a sleep schedule, but you know Joel’s shift ended at dawn and it’s a fair few hours past that now. “Did you get a nap in?”

“Not yet.” He hadn’t wanted to sleep while you were over. Not when he could spend time with you. “I will when I get tired.” He promises.

“I would have waited until after lunch to come over.” You pout at him, rather viciously, but aren’t really upset. You just don’t want Joel tiring himself out for you.

“And I wouldn’t have slept then, either.” He grumbles at you and motions towards the stove. “Eaten yet? I made you a plate.”

“Thank you.” Though you couldn’t put a finger on when it became tradition to eat breakfast together, it has certainly become a mainstay. “I brought over a few things that I’m mending for Maria, so I have plenty of work to keep me busy.” Or not is the unspoken follow up. There are definitely days that you spend entirely wrapped up in Joel.

“That’s good.” Joel nods as he motions you towards the table and brings the still warm plate over with a small hiss when it burns one of his fingers. “It’s hot.”

“Careful!” Though how he can feel anything through those callouses on his hand, you just don’t know. “Don’t need you burning your fingers off over a plate of eggs.”

He rolls his eyes and sits down beside you with a groan. “Eat.” He tells you, pointing to the food. “Pretty sure you skipped dinner last night.”

“Not intentionally.” There had been a call for anyone available to come help out with chasing some escaped animals up on the pasture north of town last night and you had gone out to help without hesitation. “But thank you for looking out for me.”

“Of course I’m going to look after you.” He huffs off your thanks and sits back down with you, his own refreshed coffee in hand. “Ellie wanted me to talk to you about something.”

“Oh?” That has you stopping with your fork halfway to your mouth. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah…everything’s good.” He quickly reassures you, frowning because he hadn’t meant to worry you. He doesn’t like the scared look in your eyes, like you’re about to be punished for some imaginary wrong. “All good, I think.”

“Okay.” Dropping the tension from your shoulders is automatic — you didn’t even realize you had seized up until you were relaxing again. “What’s going on?”

“Not sayin’ we’re doin’ this, or that we gotta—” Joel reassures you to start with, knowing that you might not think that it’s a question. “But Ellie was asking me about the future, me and you.”

“We haven’t really talked about it.” For the simple reason that in this world, the future can never be determined. There’s usually no point in betting on a horse if you don’t know it will even finish the race, so a lot of people — you and Joel included — have chosen to remain undefined. Other people, people like Tommy and Maria, have held onto the old relationship conventions as a comfort in an ever changing world.

“No, we haven’t.” Joel admits. “But maybe we should. She – and me too – we were wonderin’ if maybe it’s not a bit silly that we’re trackin’ back and forth between your place and ours.”

“It’s not too much trouble, is it?” The ice cold fear in your heart is instant, and even though he had said that nothing was wrong, you can’t help the feeling of doomed certainty that the inevitable end has been reached in this otherwise happy arrangement. It was bound to come, sooner or later. Or, at least, you’ve feared that it would.

“No,” he can see that you’re still worried and he offers you his hand. Silently asking permission to hold yours and he squeezes yours gently when you slip onto into his. “We were thinkin’ that maybe you could just— live with us?” He ventures softly. “I wouldn’t— you don’t have to worry about me expectin’ anything more—” he promises quickly. “Maybe we could just, I don’t know, sleep in the same bed? If you don’t want that, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Joel…” It isn’t a great commendation of strength on your part that you start to tear up immediately, but it’s an honest reaction if there ever was one. You squeeze his hand tightly in yours for the half-second it takes you to move out of your chair and to his side. “Can I hug you? Please?”

“Of course you can.” The fact that you ask him is probably due to him asking you. Or needing to make sure you won’t get in trouble on some subconscious level, but he easily stands and holds his arms open.

The crush of how hard you push into his arms to hug him exactly as tightly as you can gets a small oof out of him, but his arms come around you just as securely. “I’ve been trying to think of how to bring it up for weeks,” you admit quietly, feeling silly about that now that he’s broken the topic himself. “About… sleeping together, I mean…”

“Oh.” He’s not sure if you mean sleeping together or sleeping together, but he doesn’t ask. “You should have said something, beautiful girl.” He murmurs quietly into your neck, enjoying the way that you curl into him.

“I wasn’t sure how.” Joel is the only person you’ve been able to be completely candid with about your fears and anxieties, and if anything it has only made him more protective. But really? You don’t mind that. “But I’m feeling braver.”

“Do you like the idea?” He asks softly. “I know you have your own space and are used to it, but we can share ours. Ellie loves the idea, so no teenage pushback.”

“I had considered asking you to move in to mine,” you admit, overwhelmed tears turning to happy in an instant. “But I didn’t want to displace Ellie.”

“If you want that, we can see what she thinks.” Joel immediately offers. “But I think our place is a little bigger. And yours is closer to everything.”

“Bigger is better.” You can agree to that right away. The room you could give Ellie in your own house is too small to be comfortable. “I don’t mind being a little further away from town if I get to be with you.”

“Yeah?” Joel smiles slightly at the comment and nods. “Okay. Well, we’ll get you moved over here as soon as you want.” He knows you will bring your supplies so he nods towards the little nook off the living room. “Thinkin’ that could be your little shop, unless you need more room?”

“I think it should work.” The little reading nook off of the living room has space for a chair and a desk, and even a small closet built into the wall of the house that has shelves for your supplies. “If you don’t mind sacrificing the space, I think it might actually be perfect.”

“Was thinkin’ I could make you some organizers for your cloth and threads and such.” He tells you, leaning into the idea. “The bookshelves would be good for that.”

“You’ll spoil me if you do that.” It sounds wonderful, and you prop your chin on his chest to look up at him. “But I’ll spoil you with cooking if you let me.”

“I’ll get working on them today.” He promises with a grin. His cooking is okay, but yours is amazing.

“And I’ll make us a celebratory supper.” It’s the least you can do, really, but the smile on your face is bright and wide.

“Yeah?” He grins at the idea and nods. “Do you wanna start moving stuff over? I can get Tommy to help.”

“That would be a heck of a surprise for Ellie.” And you laugh a little at the idea, enjoying the ease of it. “Leave for school just having posed the question, and come home from school to find me moved in.”

“Up to you.” Joel chuckles. “She likes the idea of a family.” He wants you to know that, that the girl wants you here with them.

"I know she isn't technically either of ours." You shrug slightly, not wanting to specifically bring up the children that both you and Joel have lost. "But sometimes it feels like it."

“We worry enough about her. Annoy her enough.” He frowns slightly. “Sometimes family isn’t always blood, but the people you wish were blood.”

"Family can be the people that you adopt along the way. Or the people who adopt you. It works both ways." The two of you sit back down again, hands twined together at the table as you slowly work your way through the modest breakfast that Joel made you. "After this I'll go back to my house and pack some things up while you go see if Tommy is able to help?"

“Sounds good.” He clears his throat and bites his lip. “I don’t expect you to do any more than we’ve established you’re good with.” He reminds you quietly. “I’m gonna knock before coming into the bedroom. In case you’re, uh, changing or something.”

"I can change in the bathroom," you assure him, putting down your fork to concentrate on the far more important conversation at hand. "Or...maybe it's time we crossed that bridge. Maybe not all the way to the other side, but...we could put off a little of the moving to have...private time? Before Ellie comes home from school?" Reminding yourself that you have been feeling braver lately is the key. Joel has proven endlessly that you are safe with him, and never once given you reason to doubt it.

“Is that what you want?” Joel asks seriously. He doesn’t want you to think you have to push yourself into something you aren’t ready for because of where you will sleep at night.

"I want it, and I want to be ready for that step." Wanting is the key. Or at least you hope it is. "And I hope I know you well enough to think that you won't be upset if we reach a point that I'm not comfortable with."

“You just say the word and I’ll stop, beautiful girl.” Joel can easily promise you that. “If that’s what you’re wanting, then I guess you better finish your breakfast.”

As nerve wracking as taking that next step is, you do want to. Letting fear rule your life helps no one, and reclaiming your own strength through large and small steps is something that Joel has really helped you with. Nothing says that today has to be the day that you throw off every worry, but as you finish your breakfast you do feel absolutely certain that the decision to put one proverbial foot in front of the other and move toward intimacy with the man you’ve genuinely fallen in love with.

He lets you think about it quietly, taking his own plate and coffee cup over to the sink to start on the dishes. Knowing that despite what you might say, you could change your mind before you even finish your meal. That's okay with him. He's never pushed you, even when he's straining under his jeans and has to take himself in hand when he gets home after leaving you. He would still never push, not with something like this.

He doesn’t let you do your own dishes when you’re done eating, but he never does. Joel has deeply ingrained caretaking tendencies even if he doesn’t like to admit it. “We should…go upstairs,” you murmur, leaning against the kitchen counter beside him. “It’s more comfortable than the couch.”

Joel watches you for a moment and then nodes carefully. “We can. Do you— uh, want me to give you a minute?” He asks, unsure of what you want and how far you want this to go. “Let you…get ready?”

“I’d rather have you next to me.” His presence is, after all, what makes you feel safest. For this next step you’ll need that more than ever.

“Okay.” Reaching out, he offers you his hand with a reassuring nod. “You are in charge here.” He reminds you.

“I don’t really have any expectations for this except that we’ll lay in bed together and have some privacy.” But you can now fully admit that you hope to have the courage for more. “Let’s just…start there and see what happens?”

“That sounds good to me.” He guides you towards the stairs and lets go of your hand so he can let you go up in front of him. “We’ll take it nice and slow.”

The last time you were this nervous about being in a bad with a boyfriend was probably losing your virginity in high school, but there is a hell of a lot more emotional weight involved this morning than there was then. Joel means more to you than any of the others ever did, and that just makes you want this to go well even more. At the top of the stairs he’s beside you again and you slip your hand into his.

The walk to the bedroom doesn’t take long, the door open and his bed still rumpled. He’s never been a make the bed kind of guy and he bites his lip a little sheepishly. “Didn’t think you’d be up here.” He admits with a rueful grin. “Would have at least tossed the comforter over everything.”

“I like it better knowing the real you.” Your hand in his slips around his waist to keep him close.

Joel hums and walks towards it and then pauses a few feet from it. “Do you want to lay down with me, beautiful girl?”

“I feel like I should at least take my sweater off first.” The t-shirt you have on underneath it is typically worn but comfortable, and you find that today stripping off your warm sweater feels like taking off a lot more clothes than it really is.

Joel takes off his boots, but he leaves everything else on. It’s just a t-shirt and a flannel with his jeans. “Make sure you’re comfortable. What side of the bed do you like?” He’s a middle of the bed sleeper, so wherever you want is fine with him. He’ll adjust.

“The left, usually.” Being boxed in doesn’t feel particularly good to you, for obvious reasons. That doesn’t matter right now though, and you take off your own boots to leave to the side with Joel’s, socks stuffed neatly inside. “Is that okay?”

“Perfect.” He nods and motions to the bed. “Test it out. See if you like yours better.” If you do, he will drag that damn thing down here.

You won’t, you know that, but getting into Joel’s bed with him is a surprisingly emotional moment. Without any extra preamble — only because you’re restraining yourself from babbling out of nerves — you slide under the rumpled covers and inhale a breath of the scent that is purely his. It’s infinitely relaxing, and you close your eyes for a second to revel in how right it feels. Fear has made you think it might be awkward, but no. You’re supposed to be next to Joel. This is where you belong.

Joel is slightly tense beside you. Not wanting to jostle you too much, but he clears his throat. “I’m going to put my arm behind your head. Is that okay?”

“Let’s…” looking between you, you know that Joel asks about every single action to be courteous. To be cautious, even. And while you don’t mind being delicate to him, this might be a chance to start moving past some of that hesitance. For you, too. “Let’s just say we’re going to get comfortable?” You suggest. “Asking about every single movement…it’s going to make this harder than it needs to be. So…it’s okay with me that you touch wherever you need to while we figure this out. This…how to be comfortable together.”

He huffs out a small laugh at himself and nods. “If you don’t like something, you tell me, you got me?” He tells you, raising his brows seriously. “This bed, it’s gonna be your refuge, not your prison.”

“Okay.” Nodding, you slide closer to him under the blanket and move your arm so he can slide his under your pillow if he wants to. “I’m sorry if this is awkward…”

“You’ve got nothin’ to be sorry about.” Joel chides softly, used to hearing that when you want to pull back. “We’re just getting comfortable, that’s all.” His hand settles on your arm and he strokes his fingers over your skin lightly. “We got all the time in the world.”

Shifting even closer, you tuck yourself into his side and sigh at the bulk of him. It really is something primal in the way it relaxes you, having that broad frame of his nearby but never threatening. Sliding your arm around his waist is easy like this, and you press yourself into him comfortably. “Kinda wish I’d gotten brave enough for this ages ago,” you admit quietly.

“It’s okay, beautiful girl.” He promises, slowly sliding his hand up and down your back as you start to slowly cover half his body with your own. He pauses for just a moment before his hand ventures very sedately past the small of your back and over the swell of your butt. Giving you time to tell him no if you wanted.

Instead of hesitating it actually makes you grin, the slow and careful way that he reaches forward. Feeling admittedly cheeky, you shift your hips to wiggle your ass under his tentative fingers and end up smiling again. "It's okay, handsome," you assure him, giving him the permission that he's silently seeking. "Go ahead."

Joel groans and cups your ass firmly. “You have a great ass.” He growls softly. “Thought so from the beginning.”

"The beginning, huh?" It's something of a relief to find out that Joel was just as interested in you as you were in him early on. The first time he'd admitted it, you had literally sighed. There was a breath then, like there is now, that you didn't realize you had been holding. "I'm glad you like it."

He smirks slightly and moves to caress your ass like he had your back. “When you’re feelin’ up to it, my lips are lonely.” He teases, puckering them slightly.

It's small, and it's teasing, but it lifts so much of the tension in the room that you actually laugh and move in a little more with eagerness. If there's one undeniable truth about Joel Miller it's that he's a fantastic kisser, and you're not one to give that up when it's being offered. Especially not right now. Not when your time alone with him is both assured and indulgent.

Your lips aren’t hesitant this time. They are sure and still curved into a smile when you press them to his. Making his own laugh into your mouth that much sweeter. He wanted this to light, there’s so much heaviness in your lives, this should be as light as it can. Especially with your past. Taking the moment for the simplicity that it is.

There's something different about the taste of him this morning, like kissing Joel is somehow sweeter for the pure and simple reason that you're in bed together and nothing else. Your hand creeps up his arm and around his shoulder so your fingers can find their way into his hair, and the bubbly, joyous feeling in your chest bubbles over when you summon the courage to be the one to run your tongue along his lower lip in an open mouthed kiss. It's probably bolder than you've ever done before but the rightness of this feeling just can't be overstated.

Humming in surprise, Joel settles back slightly and lets you take charge of your kiss. Waiting to see if you would slide your tongue into his mouth or if you will leave it at just opened mouth to breath into each other. His hand squeezes your ass gently, encouraging you to do whatever you want and immediately goes back to caressing like it had before.

His hand feels huge like this, but not in an overwhelming way. In a way that makes you feel precious and...unexpectedly...a little worshipped. Up here in this bedroom nothing can hurt you, and that is another step forward in this sort of emboldening feeling that is brewing inside you. It's that burst of boldness that has you pushing into his side just a little bit more, tongue sliding into his mouth to relearn that part of him that you have explored only a handful of times before.

Joel grunts, his cock twitching and starting to harden in his pants, but he ignores it. Focusing on you as he continues to kiss you and caress you. Enjoying how you are unfurling for him.

The heat that rolls off of him in waves is intoxicating, making your head swim like it does whenever the two of you let the urge take over. It isn’t often, but it’s always good, and this morning feels even better.

The kisses are slow, languid. Pretending that time doesn't exist and every breath shared between you is suspended. He feels the way you are slowly starting to grinding on him, his thigh between yours.

Shallow, short, panting breaths are all the two of you can manage. Some gulps of air and soft, muffled moans. The floods your mind and your instincts and for the first time in over a year pleasure is what overtakes every thought, not fear.

He watches you, your eyes closed and your finger tight in his hair. Not because you are afraid, but because you are wanting more. He groans into your mouth and his hands settle on your hips, encouraging you to move if you want to with a small nudge.

It's like your mind has gone blank of everything except him, and the bliss of it is that you finally can let it go blank. The only thing you even need to know about in the world is Joel, and he is right here beside you. Half underneath you, technically. He not only wants you here with him but is actively devouring you at the same rate you are devouring him, and the freedom is nearly electric. Rocking hips have a mind of their own, and it really does take longer than you're proud of to realize that you're evening doing it. Catching yourself, you barely manage to pull back and force yourself to look Joel in the eyes through hazy vision. "Is...I didn't ask...if it's okay?"

“It’s always okay, beautiful girl.” Joel’s voice is rough, lust filled. “Whatever you want, you just do it to me.”

“I—I don’t really know what I want,” you admit, trying to catch your breathe and keep your entire body from setting on fire in his arms, but not succeeding very well. “Except…more.”

“You could let me— unbutton you jeans?” He asks as he nudges his nose against your pulse. “Use my fingers to make you feel good?”

It would be a lie to claim you hadn’t imagined what it would feel like. That you hadn’t actually dreamt about how pleasurable time with Joel would play out. While this isn’t quite like any of the scenarios you had dreamt up, it is real and it is happening right now, and you nod fiercely before pushing in again to kiss him with every ounce of courage built up inside you.

He knows this is a big step for you and he doesn’t rush it. Kissing you back while he slowly pulls his hand around your back to the front of your jeans. Pausing for a second to wait for any protest before he flicks the button open and leisurely pulls down your zipper.

He gets no protests at all, but a deep sigh bordering a moan that comes out of you with that deceptively small act of opening your pants. Your free hand slides just under the hem of his shirt, hot skin burning your fingers at first contact but only in the very best way.

“Tell me if you don’t like something,” he reminds you softly when his fingers first dip below the threadbare elastic band of your panties. “Only want you to feel good.”

Any flash of discomfort, even a small one, is too much and you lean back to find Joel’s dark eyes watching you. “Let me just take them off?” You ask quietly, not wanting to verbalize the fact that the fight pull of fabric against your skin hits a memory you don’t want to relive. As exposing as it is, naked is better.

“Whatever you want.” His hand eases out of your panties and he lays back, showing you that he’s not going to keep on.

“I want you.” The clarification is important, even as you slip off your jeans and underwear, letting them fall off the side of the bed in irrelevance. Shirt and bra are next, and even the act of shedding your own clothing — making your own choice to do this — frees another layer of fear from your shoulders. “I don’t want fear to be in the way of I can help it.”

“Do you want me to strip down?” Joel asks, wondering if you won’t like him being clothed and you naked. “How do you want me, beautiful girl?”

“How ever you’re comfortable.” Just because you stripped down does not mean that he has to. The state of your relation as always been respect and not reciprocity.

He decides that he wants to strip down too. He knows he’s not going to do anything that will make him cum, but if you’re going to live here, you should be comfortable with him.

It definitely more than you ever expected to happen today, but as Joel sheds his clothes beside you, there’s also a sense of peace in it. Reclaiming intimacy — not even sex, just intimacy and closeness — is like relieving an enormous burden that you aren’t ever sure could be lifted.

When he reaches the tired, worn out boxer briefs he is wearing, the outline of his hard cock clearly showing, he hesitates. “Would you like me to leave these on?”

A fair question, and though you hesitate for a moment, you decide firmly on, “No.” This decision to move forward together is too important to you, and it’s not as if you aren’t attracted to him. You have eyes, after all. “If you’re okay with it, I…I want to see you. Maybe…touch you?”

He groans quietly, nodding as he hooks his fingers into the band. “You can touch me wherever you want.” He promises.

He has never protested once about waiting for you to be ready. Never pressed and never pushed. Now you only hope that you won’t disappoint him when you’re actually ready to take the next step. “You can touch me, too.”

“My daddy was never good for much.” Joel starts as he slides his hands down, bringing the boxers with him. Grunting as he bends over to steps out of them. “But he taught me something that’s stuck with me.” Standing up, he looks you in your eyes. “It was about holdin’ a gun, but I guess it’s the same with holdin’ a woman.” He tells you. “Hold her like you love her. Slow and gentle, steady. That’s what I aim to do with you.”

“I—I do love you.” He wasn’t trying to get you to say it, or even saying it himself, but sitting up in his bed with a blanket around you instead of clothes…if you can’t say it now, then when can you? “You don’t have to…to say it back or anything. I just—it felt like the right time to say.”

You are sitting down, but he steps closer to you and kneels down, not wanting to tower over you to intimidate. “Baby, you should know that I— I love you.” He murmurs quietly, reaching for your hand. “Everything about you.”

"Get back in bed, Joel." Even with one of his big hands holding on to both of yours, you tug at him slightly to urge him to join you. "I...I really want to be close to you right now."

“Okay.” He groans again as he gets to his feet. “Fuckin’ knees.” He complains quietly. “Too fuckin’ old.”

“No more grand romantic gestures that involve kneeling,” you tease, pulling back the blanket so he can climb in beside you.

“Don’t worry about that.” He chuckles as he slides into the bed. “Probably the cold, but it’s been actin’ up.”

“Still.” Your arms are open to him this time, reminding yourself that there’s no need to hide. “I like you in one piece.”

This time, he is the one that is curling up to you, making sure he doesn’t seem to hover over you just in case. His cock is against your hip and he leans in to kiss you again. “You have me.”

To have it put for you so easily — that he’s yours are much as you are his — makes so much difference. It’s freeing instead of entrapping. Love rather than possession. It makes you melt into his kiss, hands grasping for him rather than being tentative about their touch. Not exactly greedy, but definitely no longer afraid.

It’s almost too easy, the way you eagerly fall into his kiss again. Your determination shining through and his hand lands on your hip again, warm and seeking. “Spread your legs, beautiful girl.” He murmurs against your lips.

It isn’t an order, but an urging that you happily agree to. Laying back on his pillows and letting him come that much closer to you, urging him to lean over your body. It isn’t looming, like he’s afraid it could be. Instead it feels like protection.

He starts at your shoulder, hands deciding they want to touch every inch of skin you will allow him. Lips kissing your chin, your jaw, just behind your ear. “So beautiful for me.” He rasps out. “So soft.”

Joel is full of endless praises, and you’ve caught yourself sometimes wondering if that’s something he does just for you or if it’s an old habit of his that goes back to the time before. It doesn’t truly make a difference, but you’ve wondered. The feeling of his hands everywhere on you could get overwhelming — or you fear that it could — but it’s just Joel. It’s the man who only makes you feel safe and protected and appreciated, and you sink down into the mattress with a sigh when his hand moves down from your shoulder. “Only for you,” you gasp out, his lips pressing the sensitive spot on your next just below your ear.

When his hand cups your breast, he doesn’t squeeze. It’s more of a massage, a gentle caress and he rubs your nipple with his thumb. “That’s my good girl.” He hums. There’s been plenty of times that you’ve gone over phrases or nicknames that might trigger you, so he’s confident that you won’t react negatively.

“Joel.” Things that seemed silly years ago aren’t so silly to you now, and the cooing softness of Joel’s usually deep, rough voice is so soothing as his work-calloused hands slide over your skin. Your far hand is tangled in the blanket as he leans over you, but the other anchors you to him instead. It explores the parts of his body you haven’t touched before — trim waist and strong thighs instead of the soft stomach and broad shoulders that you know so well. “Joel. Joel.” His name is a chant on your lips, growing shallower and lighter each time.

“That’s it.” He encourages, continuing to play with your breast until he feels your thighs press together and shift, wanting friction. “Gonna take care of you.”

It’s a promise, one you want to drown yourself in as much as you want to drown in kissing him. Deciding that you can only really do one of those things, you surge upward to press an open mouthed kiss to his lips, inviting him to devour you, too.

His hand has to nudge your thighs open again after his palm skims over your belly. Caressing it softly and he would say something, but reminding you of your past wouldn’t be right for this moment. Instead, his fingers comb through the soft curls covering you, gently working through them to slick skin underneath.

The deep sigh that emanates from you is almost revolutionary, and for the first time in longer than you care to remember, your eyes slip shut in pleasure to focus solely on the feeling of Joel’s hands on your body. Forgetting where you end and he begins was a seemingly impossible task not so long ago, but now you moan softly and shift your legs open for him even wider like a flower opening up for the sun.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good for me.” He moans, cock twitching at your surrender to the pleasure and he loves that you aren’t tensing up. His fingers slide through your folds, gathering the wetness and he starts a slow figure eight around your sex. Curling your entrance and coming back up to slide around your clit through your lips. “Feel good, beautiful girl?”

“So good.” It’s unbelievable just how good but this is part of Joel’s magic. He can just make everything else fade away. Your hips tilt up and you sigh again, sinking further into the mattress. “More, honey? Please?”

“You want my fingers inside you, beautiful girl?” He asks as he kisses down your throat. His mouth waters at the thought of suckling at your tits and he looks up at you to make sure you’re still on the same page. ‘More’ could mean just more of his rubbing your clit.

“Yes. God, please.” Nodding almost frantically, the hand that you had had tangled in his blanket comes up to grasp his shoulder and hold him close so you can kiss him endlessly.

He wants to chuckle at how desperate you sound but he just hums softly. Aware that you are actually starting to enjoy yourself. His fingers make another trip around your clit and this time, he doesn’t circle your entrance, just slowly starts to press, feeling you start to yield.

The soft moan he gets from you almost immediately makes him shiver, but you’re lost to it. Every sensation in your body has narrowed down to Joel’s touch and pushed every other thought out of your mind. Maybe he is that good with his hands or maybe it’s just how much you love him, or maybe it’s both. No matter what it is, it’s floating away with you on a cloud.

Your body doesn’t resist, you aren’t pushing him away. If anything, your hips are rolling down to meet his touch. He groans your name and nuzzles your breast with his cheek, his nose, before he finally wraps his lips around the stiff peak.

That extra burst of sensation makes you moan out loud, back arching off the bed and fingers digging into Joel’s arm to keep him from reeling back or second guessing himself. Close Is where you want him and you’re going to keep him there.

He hisses in pleasure against your breast, drunk on the sight of your eyes closed and lips parted so perfectly as you moan again. He doesn’t stop, just slowly curling his fingers up inside you to search for that pleasure spot.

Each time you moan for him is like a revelation all your own. Your body is doing all of its own talking now, rolling like waves in the ocean and pulled toward Joel’s own body like a magnet. The pull between you is so strong that when he finds your g-spot you keen and moan out his name loud enough that anyone in the house could have easily heard, but you’re too wrapped up in him to care or notice.

“That’s it, beautiful girl? That’s your spot?” He pulls off your breast long enough to crow about finding that place before he is suckling again, his fingers concentrating on that small spot just to hear you keen again.

“I—fuck—yes!” If he had asked if you even have a spot you would have said no, but he’s found it with seemingly no effort whatsoever. Like his intuitive ability to read your body language for emotions, he can read it for your pleasure as well. There’s no doubt in your mind that he could probably pluck you like an instrument of he wanted to but right now all he wants is to hear your pleasure so you do not hold back. The shock of being so vocal is one thing, but for Joel? For Joel you would repeat your yeses and moans and chants of his name for the whole world to hear.

He listens to you, feels you. Wanting to make sure that no old ghosts come between you and your goal. He moans, cock twitching and throbbing against your thigh as he continues to focus on you, ignoring his body’s demands for your own.

It might surprise him even more than it does you, when you reach for him. Your other hand had settled on his hip and was surely squeezing imprints into his flesh, but pleasure has so much taken over your mind that the slide of your hand from his hip to wrapping your fingers experimentally around the thickness of his cock makes both of you gasp.

His eyes close and he can’t help the experimental rock of his hips before he pulls himself back. Reminding himself that he needs to focus on his task.

“It’s okay.” Murmured just as soon as you turn your head, you open your eyes and place lingering kisses on Joel’s jaw. “I want to. Please?”

“Whatever you want.” Joel promises you, his dark eyes on you and alight with passion. “Just let me know what you want.”

“I want to make you feel good, too.” It is the shared aspect of the experience that makes all the difference. That one of you isn’t taking everything from the other, but that you’re sharing the moment together. That’s what makes it an act of passion and love rather than just a sexual encounter. And for you? That makes all the difference.

“You are, beautiful girl.” He promises, his fingers slick and making the most beautiful sounds as they move in and out of you.

As the pair of you devolve back into moans and sighs of each other’s names, the coil of pleasure that tightens in your belly is unmistakable. The experimental strokes of your hand wrapped around his length become surer, pace quickening, your whole body rocketing toward your own end and wanting to take him with you despite knowing that it probably isn’t going to happen that fast. It’s the haze of actual, beautiful, loving pleasure that’s settled over you like a blanket, and it’s what you want more than anything.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” Joel is moaning his encouragement and huffing against your breast. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty when you’re on the edge. You gonna cum for me?”

It’s possible you’ve entirely forgotten how to speak with how close you are, and your eyes slip closed again when you nod almost frantically. The moan from your lips is half his name and half incoherent begging, asking for the release that is so literally right at his fingertips. That only he can give you and that you hope past hoping that you can give to him too with each stroke of your fist.

He smirks, “yeah, you are.” He coos, his voice heavy with lust. “You’re gonna cum all in my hand for me.” He can feel the way your body is tensing under him, ready for the perfect moment to break apart in bliss. “My beautiful girl’s gonna cum.”

It is as much permission as you could look for, and your body seems to know it. The bow and bend in your back sharpen as the sound is strangled from your throat, cutting off his name with a desperate cry as you fall apart for his hand.

There’s something breathtaking about the way you cry out. Body quaking and trembling, not in fear, but in rapture.

The world stands still for those few moments. There is nothing at all except bliss, and the bulk of Joel's broad body above you, and the way he twitches in your hand seeming to run in perfect sync with the spasms of your own body as you come down from the clouds.

Joel doesn’t rush you, drawing it out with the slower curl of his fingers than before, kissing up your body before capturing your moans for him greedily with his mouth. Wanting to keep them for himself as he enjoys your orgasm with you.

“Joel.” It’s more of a whisper than a cry this time, when you finally open your eyes to look at him. “Tell me what you want?”

“Touch me.” He begs. “However you want. I want you to just touch me.”

Your hand had fallen away from him to make sure you didn’t squeeze too hard and accidentally hurt him at the peak or your own orgasm. Now you touch your fingers between your thighs to wet them with your own slick and wrap your hand around his cock again, feeling it twitch with the pressure and friction. Every stroke builds on the last, wanting him to feel every bit as good as you do right now.

Your touch, this time so much more sure of itself, makes his eyes fall close and his body rolls onto his back. Your own follows him so you are draped over him like a perfectly warm blanket. “Fuck, fuck, you are so— so fucking perfect.” He moans quietly. “So fuckin’ pretty.”

Praise is absolutely not lost on you, and every murmur and moan makes you work that much harder. Learning what works for him and what doesn’t isn’t difficult when Joel is so vocal, and before too long his hips are stuttering as he tries to chase the rhythm of your hand.

A shudder runs through his body, unsure if he would ever have you touch him like this. Panting as he curls his toes and his stomach tightens. “Gonna cum.” He warns you roughly.

“Show me.” You keep the pace of your movements and the same pressure with your hand and watch every movement in his body. “Let me see you, honey.”

He grunts, nodding seriously and his eyes flutter open again to focus on you. “Love you.” He knows you adoring hearing the words and he’s worked on being more vocal with you. It hadn’t helped him with Tess, he regretted not vocalizing his feelings before she died and he wouldn’t make that mistake again.

“I love you too, Joel.” And what a hell of a morning for it to be said for the first few times. You’ll never forget a single thing about any of it. Especially not the blissful relaxation on his face just half a second after every muscle in his body tenses, that moment of explosive pleasure washing over him in an enormous wave.

In the last year, orgasms had been necessary. Functional. Something to be dealt with quickly when the need came over him. Often hurried and moved on from, but from the way you keep stroking his cock and cooing after he starts to cum, he knows you have every intention of drawing this out for him. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuck.”

The splatter over his stomach and down your hand is a beautiful sight, one that you take in greedily before laying back beside him in bed. “I love you,” you murmur again, letting yourself sigh and bask in the moment.

Joel pants, nodding as he tries to catch his breath. “Hope to hell you do.” He chuckles. “Holy shit.”

“I do.” And it rests gently in your chest like a bird happily resting from its flight. “So much.”

He reaches for you, wrapping his arm around your back and he starts to stroke it idly. “How was that, beautiful girl? Was it worth the risk?” He knows it’s cost you to expose yourself again, mentally and physically. So he doesn’t want you to regret it.

“I’ve never been safer than I am with you.” Of that, you are completely certain. And you’ve never been more certain than you are in this moment.

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cyborg-franky · 1 year

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One Piece Characters Being Clingy

For @silvers-d-me thank you for supporting me! and I hope you enjoy!

GN Reader - SFW Tw: non sexual nudity Tw: booze /drunk Includes: Shanks, Zoro, Ace and Mrco.

Shanks

Shanks is a very independent man but when he wants attention he’ll make it more than known.

Your standing in the kitchen, eyes on the cooking book, stirring the big pot, and adding various things for cooking for you and your partner but said partner has other ideas.

He creeps up behind you, a big grin splitting his face as he wraps an arm around you and buries his face against your neck, taking a breath and enjoying the smell of your hair.

“Shanks!” You hiss and almost drop the spoon you were using. “I’m cooking!” You warn him but he still doesn’t budge, not even a little just smirking against your neck and starting to make you sway in place.

“Yeah I know, it smells amazing,” He hums and lets his hand go up your shirt a little, letting his rough hand feel your soft skin.

“I need space,” You mumble but also don’t really fight him, enjoying the way he holds you, the way he kisses your neck. You try and keep your eyes open, fighting against the urge to close your eyes and lean against him.

You sigh letting your head lul to the side giving him room to carry on planting kisses across your skin.

“Stop,” You said, no real conviction in your voice as you move to go and grab something from the fridge, he still had no intention of letting you go though. His grip just as firm as he shuffles behind you, hindering your movements as you reach to grab something.

“Shanks,” You try again but he doesn’t move, just happy to hold you tightly.

When Shanks wants attention he gets attention. You put down the food and turn in his arm and quirk an eyebrow at him.

He leaned down and kissed your forehead, then your nose and each cheek before you lean up and bridge the gap, his lips on yours.

“That’s what I wanted…” He said with a smile, gazing at you with adoration in his eyes.

“Does that mean I can get back to cooking now?” You asked and he shook his head, kissing you again.

Zoro

Regular sober Zoro isn’t really clingy, he’s happy to just sit near you or in the same room and consider it spending time with you.

Drunk and tired Zoro, however, is another creature entirely.

Maybe on the whiny side, as he flops against you, arms draped over you as he fights to keep his eyes open.

Doesn’t matter if you're trying to do something, he wants all of your attention.

“You okay?” You asked and looked down at him as he rests his head on your lap, eyes closed and just feeling the drunkenness take over, getting comfy on your lap.

“Yeah,” Was all he replied as he nuzzled against you, you sighed and went to get comfy and he huffed at you, turning so he faced your stomach and wrapped arms around your middle.

“Zoro what if I need to get something?” “Like what?” He countered and you sighed, reaching down and stroking his hair, seeing his arm stretched above him and his hand grabbing for the bottle of booze he’d set down next to you. You rolled your eyes and wiggled your leg to stop him.

He turned to face you, giving you a half-assed glare as he reached for the bottle again, which you denied him, again.

But then Zoro felt your hand carding through his hair, and he mumbled, letting his arm go limp, giving up on the pursuit of more alcohol so he could just enjoy the touches you were giving him.

You felt him take in a deep breath, letting it out and gripping you, he managed to move your shirt up and placed sloppy kisses on your stomach.

Sometimes needy clingy Zoro was welcome.

Ace

Ace was a clingy partner, everyone could see that, a big fan of PDA. He loved to hold your hand to the point you couldn’t eat at the dinner table.

His hand always finds its way to yours, or in your pocket, his arm around your waist and leaning into you.

You would be standing there talking to someone and Ace would come up behind you, strong arms wrapping around you and resting his chin on your shoulder. “Hey babe,” He greeted you and kissed your cheek, nuzzling his nose against your neck, kissing every inch of skin he could.

During chores, he would find an excuse to be close to you, and always enjoyed being around you.

Walking side by side he would reach over, taking your hand in his, when you glanced up at him you’d see his bright smile, rounded freckled cheeks, and the wink he’d give you as he linked his pinky with yours, swaying your hands together.

Even at night when you were getting ready for bed Ace would be there with you, brushing your teeth side by side, changing for bed.

That was when he was his most clingy when you were led in bed together and he scooped you into his arms, he loved to roll you both over so you were led on top of him. He would smile, looking happy and content as he reached up and stroked your hair behind your ear as you leaned down and kissed him.

You didn’t mind he was clingy though, you adored him.

Marco

Marco isn’t the clingy sort of person either, he likes to be independent and enjoys it when his partners can be.

Saying that he enjoys PDA and getting to show how much he loves his partner, getting to fluster them.

However, when he gets certain zoan urges he becomes very clingy. Wanting to be as close to his partner [mate] as possible.

It took you a while to get used to that, how he would change from a cool and calm person to a rather clingy one every so often.

So when you were in the shower after a long day of duties, you didn’t expect Marco to jump in with you, normally he would still be working in his office, forgetting what time of night it was.

Not that you minded him being here, it was nice, he just made you jump.

He took the bottle of shampoo from your hand, pouring the contents into his, the lopsided smirk on his face as he started to wash your hair, lathering it up and letting out a chuckle.

“I wasn’t expecting you,” You mumbled, leaning into his touches, loving his talented fingers rubbing your head, giving your scalp a message as he helped wash your hair.

“I just missed you tonight, wanted to spend more time with you yoi.” You nodded, smiling and keeping your eyes closed.

That meant he was feeling a certain way, his birdbrain wanting you close.

Marco also had a unique way of being clingy.

Turning into his full phoenix form and curling around you, his big soft feathery wings, cool to the touch wrapped around you as he made an assortment of trills.

Not to mention he’d made your bed into a nest of blankets and pillows, just wanting to keep you cozy and close.

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lethalchiralium · 1 year

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No More | [2] | Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader

a/n: WOW. i did not expect that to blow up as hard as it did. thank you so much!! [this seriously might become a series. we’ll see.] [also, that means you’re getting a backstory. a very… need for speed backstory ;)] i really do think this is shitty but that’s all part of the plan baby!

warnings: cussing, alcohol, simon drinks to forget but he always remembers, non-sexual nudity, mentions of genocide, mentions of trauma, mentions of past careers, mentions of planes, mentions of crashing, mentions of american citizenship (you don’t have to be from there if you don’t want to be! i live there and i don’t want to be here! it’s just important from a certain aspect of your previous career.) simon is also a lot more lovey when he’s drunk.

summary: He’s convinced he should leave. He’s convinced himself that you are better off without him, better alone than being hurt by a shell of a man like him. He barely got a foot out of the door before he changed his mind.

part one here! | SERIES MASTERLIST

He had more bourbon in the past two months than he’s ever had in his entire life. The sickly sweet pull and the burn down his throat was a comforting pain as agony ripped through his heart. He sat alone in your shared apartment, a dim lamp being the only light in the entire space. He hadn’t gotten sick of the bourbon like he usually does, he couldn’t move it from the coffee table - he had sat forwards, arms resting on his knees and hands dug into his hair.

He was bone tired. He hadn’t slept in two days; it was a normal occurrence now that you had gone on that mission. He had to take leave so he didn’t rip Price’s throat out for not letting him go with you. The ache in his head still hadn’t gone away with the aspirin he took a few hours ago and the full bottle of his best bourbon down the hatch. The night wasn’t flying by like it did last night, he could hear the clock on the wall tick as he wallowed in his own misery.

Sometimes it took him weeks to bring up the scalpel and separate Ghost and Simon, divide the halves into quarters and dissect what actions could have been better performed to produce a better outcome - essentially, what he did to fuck up the one good thing he had going for him, and how he could fix it. He took your words to heart, and he was taking a very long time to stew over everything he could have done that would’ve have made him look like he didn’t trust you. Simon trusted you with every fiber of his being, he loved you more than that. He knew you were an amazing fighter, your fire to help those in need could never be extinguished.

He realized later rather than sooner that Ghost was why you didn’t trust him - Ghost was protecting the person Simon loves the most. And maybe, that included when you were home too. Keeping Simon locked away so he didn’t get hurt, so Simon didn’t get hurt by you.

If he had half a bottle less, he would’ve gone up to bed - but the room felt suffocating without you. He couldn’t lay in a bed that smelled like you if it became one of the last things he had of you in case you were killed, so he had cat napped on the couch for the past nine weeks. If he had a bottle less, he wouldn’t have thought about how his absence wouldn’t hurt you as much as Ghost does - if he had the £348 he spent on alcohol back, he wouldn’t have thought how this place felt like your home. Never his, he also categorized it underneath Ghost’s half - keeping his love at arms length so his self-destruction doesn’t hurt you.

He was drunk. Piss drunk, since he had never gave himself time to sleep off the bourbon. Ghost was cracked in the middle, and Simon was punching out holes in Ghost’s façade. Ghost never allowed Simon to feel, never allowed him to connect with anyone - a self-defense mechanism. But now? Ghost was almost gone, and he felt like himself now. And God, did it hurt.

How could he have done this? How could have pushed you away so far that your rope was dwindling by a thread, how could he have hurt the one thing that made him begin to unlock the cage around his freezing cold heart? He felt it in his chest, the raw burn and tug of desperation - he knew that he had to cut the thread.

He didn’t want to, he would give anything to not let you go - but Simon couldn’t let you keep getting damaged by his defense measures.

If he had no alcohol in his system, he wouldn’t have gotten up like he did. He wouldn’t have waltzed to the guest room, messily packed his duffle and brought it to the living room. He wouldn’t have grabbed a pen and an old pad of paper. And he definitely wouldn’t have written the note he was writing now.

He folded the note, lifting up the bottle of bourbon on the coffee table and setting it down on the table, putting the bottle on the corner to hold the note down. His hand grabbed his duffle and he stood and he made his way to the front door. He slipped on his boots, only caring enough to tuck the laces into his socks before Simon went to open the door. He took the time to turn around, gazing at the dim apartment that smelled like you, that held all of your important belongings. It was the place that cradled you when you were down, the place he kept falling for you, the place he would kneel to the kiss the ground you walked on.

This was the place he loved you.

Honestly, in the back of his mind, he knew his sober ass would walk home after a week.

Before he could open the door, the lock turned and the door burst open - he threw his duffle into the adjacent kitchen and was about to fight. That was before he saw you.

Dirt and blood caked on your face, your duffle hanging from your hand, your hoodie tattered and your neck bruised - and he watched as the tears raced down your face. He could barely even begin to speak when you flung your duffle inside and dove into his chest, arms wrapped around his chest so hard, he thought you would pop his lungs.

“Baby, baby, hey,” He cooed, his hand immediately held your head against his chest - he pulled you both out of the way so he could close the door and lock it, now he was immediately sobered up. Your sobs were loud now, your hands gripped onto the back of his shirt so hard he was convinced it would rip.

He tried to pull you away but you refused, begging, “Please, pl-please don’t let me go.”

“Where’s Cerby?” He spoke gently, keeping his hand on the back of your head, feeling dirt crusted into your scalp. You must have come straight here.

“With K-Keegs.” You mumbled, muffled by his thin t-shirt with a faded band logo on it. He sighed, sad that his dog wouldn’t be home for a few days but he let the feeling go. All he needed to focus on was you, and definitely not his foolish actions from literally three minutes prior.

He hummed then, his free hand moved to underneath your thigh - he pulled it up so you would get the hint, which you did. Your arms moved from around his chest to around his neck and you jumped into his arms, caging your legs around his large waist as best you could. Both of his hands held the back of your thighs, he glanced to the kitchen and made sure both of the duffles were there and unharmed. They were, so he turned around and walked down the hallway to the bedroom he hadn’t used in since the last time you were home. He pushed the door open, turning on the warm light before walking into the ensuite bathroom.

He flicked on the light before moving to sit on the side of the bathtub, it creaked under your combined weight - you were sat firmly on his lap and his hands went to your back and head, cradling you.

“I’m gonna start a bath for you, love.” He spoke, his voice wavering with uncertainty as your arms wrapped tighter around his masked neck.

“No, no, please, don’t let go.” The tumble of words from your mouth made his grip on you tighter. He couldn’t imagine what happened, he didn’t want to - he thanked God that he decided to drink that entire bottle of bourbon a couple of hours ago. His mind was muddled, he could barely get any thought out of what could’ve happened. All he wanted to do now was help you.

He kissed the top of your head through his mask, dismissing the feeling of cloth against his lips and he gently pulled your head back, he gazed into your red-rimmed eyes. He whispered your name like a prayer, as if you were an angel - which you were to him. Even covered head to toe in dirt, blood, and grime, he would still be able to see your halo through any darkness. “Let me help, love. Let me help you feel better, then I won’t let you go for as long as you want.”

“I can’t.” The voice he heard was almost unrecognizable, he had never heard you sound so small. “I can’t, I can’t.”

He sighed, moving forwards to press the skull to your forehead - something he did when he knew you needed it. You physically relaxed when he did it, your back bent into his hand as you pushed every single ounce of weight onto him. His fingertips pressed into your spine, dragging up and down it from above your shitty old hoodie. He stayed like that for a few minutes, letting you cry against his mask. He gave you a bit of time before he pulled up your hoodie, you obliged and let him pull it over your head. You were just in your dirty black sports bra, and now he got a good look at you.

He felt bile rise in his throat. Your entire chest was spray painted in black bruises, he got a good look at the dark purplish handprint on your neck. He looked back up at you, your head faced to the side as you cried, ashamed.

“Oh, my love,” His hand returned to the back of your head, cradling it as he gazed at you. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

You quickly shook your head, tears removing most of the grime on your cheeks. Your arms were now at your side, fiddling with the hem of his athletic shorts while you let out a broken sigh. His hands moved to lift you off of his lap, one hand didn’t stop touching you while he pulled off your boots, tossing them to the side before tugging off your holed socks. He made a mental reminder to buy you new socks at the base shop while he placed a hand on your back, guiding you with him as he moved to turn the faucet on. He turned it all the way up then back a little, the temperature you liked. He plugged the drain and put his hand underneath the flow of water, waiting for it to turn almost hot - normally, he would’ve made it extremely hot, you had always said you thought it was like being boiled like a lobster. But, he didn’t want to agitate your injuries. His hand moved from your back and didn’t break skin contact when he took your hand, still looking away from you but he still held your hand gently.

“You’re warm.” You mumbled, moving his hand up to settle on your cheek.

“I know, love.” He answered, turning back to you. His hand slipped from your face and down your side to your belt loops, undoing the buttons and zipper then pulling down your pants. He took your hands as you stepped out of your pants, watched as you kicked them behind you and he observed new pink scars, healed but still fresh. Surrounding them were black bruises, identical to the ones on your chest. He heard your whimpers of pain when you stood back up, his hand ghosted your side as he gazed at it, seeing identical black bruises again. Even if he felt sober, he knew that the adrenaline from you showing up injured would wear off and he would become sloppy. He didn’t hurry, he took his time as he pulled down the boxers you stole from him and toss them away. His hands found the bottom of your sports bra, your wince made him pause and look at your face again.

Fat tears still rolled down your cheeks, silent sobs left you as you kept your eyes closed. Your hands stayed at your side until he murmured, “Raise your arms please.” You did as you were told, he tugged it off quickly but not as painlessly as he wanted. You let out a loud wheeze that echoed throughout the bathroom, he placed his hand on your side again, his presence close to you as he leaned down and shut off the water. “‘m gonna pick you up, love.”

“Okay.”

He did as he had said, gently swooping you into his arms and placing you in the warm water that reached up to your collarbone. Your eyes opened again when he retreated from the tub, your gaze watched as he pulled out a towel from the closet and began to rummage through it.

“I almost died.”

Simon visibly froze as you turned back, your gaze now staring at the light above the tub. He peered around the door, hand clutching a washcloth with a pain he couldn’t soberly place. “Do…Do you want to tell me?”

You didn’t respond. He brought all of the materials to the side of the tub, he gently pet your head.

Simon, drunk as hell, bathed you with care. He didn’t speak a word and neither did you, you stared at the wall the whole time except when he tried to wash your hair. You let him move you under the faucet, rinse your hair for five minutes because he couldn’t tell if the soap was gone yet, let him dry you with a towel and dress you in new clothes.

You could barely keep your eyes open when he carried you to bed, tucking you in before he did himself. He watched as you curled into a ball, facing him and keeping your eyes on the sheets, your hand drew circles beside your face. He turned off the lamp on the nightstand, drowning the room in darkness and settled back onto the bed, watching you with bated breath.

“Got trapped in a burning truck.” Your voice almost spooked him, his eyebrows furrowed. You just stared at the gray sheets. “RPG’d the ground in front of us and flipped it. Knocked Logan and Keegs out. Hesh got launched from the driver’s windshield. Had to drag them out and triage them in an abandoned warehouse while trying to fight off the enemy. Got captured for a week. Keegs saved me.” You sniffled a little, your hand reached for his - he instantly took it. He squeezed your hand. “Had bad flashbacks. It had been a while since I’ve got stuck under burning metal and tortured. S’why I was crying.”

“How’re the boys?”

“Watchin’ Cerby and all as stubborn as always. All fine.” You mumbled, pressing his rough skin to your chapped lips.

A deafening silence settled then, your thumb threaded over the back of his hand while he felt your breath graze it. He began to feel drowsy, the slow turn-table of dizziness was coming back from earlier and all he wanted to do was place his head in your neck and just breathe. He needed you like he needed oxygen, you touch him and he felt like it was the first breath he’s ever taken.

“Sleep, baby.” He murmured, sliding down from his sitting position, underneath the soft duvet. He moved closer to you, settling his head so that he laid face to face with you. He could barely make out your nose and cheeks in the dim moonlight, but he could see the glisten of your eyes as they gazed at his.

“I haven’t had a PTSD episode since I left the US Naval Aviation division.” The voice he heard sounded nothing like what you normally do - it was small. Broken. Damaged. An echo of you.

He furrowed his brows, he thought he knew everything about you. Both your dad and childhood best friend were pilots, but you never specified what kind - and apparently neglected to tell him that you were one too. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a pilot?”

You sniffled, squeezing his hand and ignored his question. “Got shot down over enemy territory. Crash landed and had to pry my legs from my jet as the fire burned.” The sensation of his hand being squeezed tighter made his dizzy mind think that you were angry - but in reality, the memory of burning metal against your hands made you feel scared. You wanted to pull him closer, to have him shield you from your memories. Yet you kept talking, even if you recognized the hurt twang in his voice. “Had to fend for myself in an abandoned city just over the border in Ukraine. Stayed in that town for three weeks ‘til Special Forces came and found me.” You pulled his arm to your chest, pressing his hand into your cheek. “S’where I met Price. Almost shot him too, thought he was an enemy.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about the flashbacks?” His voice was softer then, he pressed his warm palm down to your jaw. “I could’ve helped you, my love.”

“‘Cause it’s not important now.” You murmured, both of your hands cradled his. “Wasn’t even s’posed to stay with 141, meant to go back to Miramar. Meant to get back in the air.” You took a quiet breath. “I fell for you and everything I knew went up in smoke.”

His heart dropped to the floor. It thumped against it, still pumping blood but it hurt in his chest.

“If I hadn’t given it up, I wouldn’t have you.”

“I would give up anything for you.” He whispered. “Don’t give up anything for me, darling. You deserve everything you have.”

“That means I deserve you.”

“You don’t deserve me.” He immediately answered, his other hand went to settle on the duvet, tugging it up more. “You don’t deserve my problems, how fucked up I am.”

“I don’t care.”

“You should.” He settled his hand on your side, feeling you breathe underneath his fingertips. “I’ve hurt you, not on purpose but I still did it.” His thumb circled on the duvet, you barely felt it as his voice became quieter. “You really hurt me when you walked away.”

“I’m sorry.” Your voice wavered, he couldn’t bear to hear you start to cry again. He paused, hand coming from your hip to completely take off his mask - something he had never done in your presence before. He tossed the mask away onto the floor as he moved forwards, placing his lips against your moonlight dusted cheek.

“I deserved it.” He answered, settling back and pulling your hands into his chest. “Made me think for a while.”

“You’re drunk.” A statement he didn’t deny, he pulled your hands upwards to his collarbone.

“I am.”

“Because of me?”

“Because I hurt you.” He answered, now pulling your hands to settle on his cheeks. “I want you to feel that I trust you, because I do.” He began to move your hands upwards, his eyes fluttered closed as your fingertips traced his warm face, tracing his eyebrows and dancing over his eyelids.

“Simon, you don’t have to let me do this.” Your hands paused, his own grip settled on your wrists. “I want you to be sober, you’ll be mad at me tomorrow.”

He scoffed, moving his head to kiss one of your palms, keeping his eyes closed as he whispered, “I could never be mad at you. Frustrated or upset? Yes, but angry? No.” He gently rubbed your arms, hands moving to settle on your own cheeks. “I’ve decided that you need to really know how much I trust you. How much faith I have in you. How proud I am of you.”

“You hurt me for so long.” Your voice cracked so heavily, fingertips grazing his forehead and memorizing his nose, coming down to trace his lips you knew well.

“I want to fix it.” His lips kissed your palm again, eyes opening to gaze at your dimly lit face. “Give me a chance.”

“I think this is most comfortable you’ve ever been to talk about things like this.” You remarked, hands stopping on his jaw, cradling it. “I want you to show me how much you trust me, but when you’re sober.”

He nodded in return, moving forwards to place a slow kiss on your lips. His hands moved to settle on the side of your head, pulling you forward just a little. When he broke the kiss, he placed another on the tip of your nose. “You’ll know how much I treasure you until the end of time.”

“Okay.”

“Just don’t leave me like that ever again.” His voice was low, one hand going to trace down your body. “Ever.”

You nodded as you moved closer to him, chest to chest. He removed his other hand from your cheek and slid his arm under his pillow.

“Sleep, love. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

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ktsumu · 2 months

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FIFTH TIME’S A CHARM

cw: suggestive content, nudity happy valentine's day ᡣ𐭩

This year, for the first time ever, Tooru doesn’t buy flowers for his valentine. You are the only witness to the crime.

His first girlfriend, back in junior high, got roses. She got him roses, too, with a chocolate bar he ended up giving to his sweet tooth sister. They were real, shockingly, smelt good too.

They were discounted, and it’s a basic gift, but he was twelve and had only been seeing her for three weeks.

(And they broke up two weeks later, so he has no regrets about the roses that cost his mom less than fifteen bucks.)

The second girlfriend was a little more serious.

Tooru thinks he might’ve been fourteen for that one. He liked her—she was kind, pretty, had a nice laugh. He remembers holding hands in the hallway at school and their first kiss (well, peck) was surrounded by a bunch of classmates, screaming like it mattered more to them than it did to him.

He forgets how long they lasted, but he’s sure they started dating in November and made it to Valentine’s Day. He bought her tulips, her favourite, and a stuffed bear, because it was right beside it in the store. With his own money, too.

His second girlfriend—he really, really feels bad about not knowing her name anymore—got him chocolate. He gave it to his sister again, but he kept the card she wrote him, saying she loved him three months in like either of them knew what that meant.

And to be fair, he said he loved her, too. Just not to her face. Many, many times to Hajime, though.

Tooru and Girlfriend #2 broke up in May. He wasn’t even planning on it, either. She just moved to a different country and he wasn’t looking for a penpal, and she said she didn’t wanna cheat on him.

The third girlfriend is where his small list gets serious.

He gave romance a break after the one that got away. He just flirted with people up until his first year of high school, the big leagues, which is when he actually got too much attention.

It’s a huge deal when you’re sixteen and your girlfriend is seventeen. He was crowned royalty of his class, the chosen one. The only one that could possibly score an older girl and act like it’s no big deal, and then proceed to blow her off to watch a game taping or something. On top of the world, and yet so below the standard.

She was pretty good to him. Makki always said he was a moron and she was gonna dump his ass, and Tooru probably knew that, too. Hajime said he was wasting his time, and every time he’d deny it, he’d think about how right he was.

He and the third girlfriend—Hana, he remembers—had one Valentine’s Day together, but it was so close to two that he almost wants to count it as such for the hell of it.

He got her wildflowers because she always said she hated roses and tulips. Basic flowers mean they don’t care, or something like that. He didn’t understand it fully, but he was happy when she leapt into his arms, that was for sure. It felt pretty good when she kissed him stupid and said he was the best, but that high didn’t survive the Spring Tournament the next year.

That’s how close he was to two Valentine’s Days—January. Fucking brutal.

She dumped him and he swore off girlfriends in senior year; probably even blamed it on something stupid like ‘bad omens.’ He graduated with D1 offers, though, so he counts it as a win.

That tallies up to three successful Valentine’s Days, so far right? Yeah, right—all with flowers.

The fourth bouquet wasn’t a bouquet at all, it was actually orchids in a pot, left on the kitchen table of the apartment he lived in when he moved. He was twenty, her name was Riko, his first almost everything. First I love you, first time—name it, basically.

He did make it to two Valentine’s Days with Riko, which is something so impressive for him that confetti emojis were everywhere in the groupchat he kept with his friends from high school. Hearts, confetti, eggplants, whatever else.

The first one was admittedly better than the second, though. The second one, he got a really serious offer overseas, and he didn’t even ask about it. He just told her that he loved her, and that he’d be in Argentina by August.

(Safe to say that he was the only one packing for that.)

That was the last time he bought flowers on Valentine’s Day, because it was the last time he consciously celebrated with someone. He sent his friends funny clips or pictures just to tease, taunted them whenever they could keep a girlfriend to celebrate with, but he gave up himself.

(It’s just so much easier to relax—he’d have no problem getting a girlfriend if he wanted one. His issue is keeping them.)

He’s twenty-seven and solo.

Mostly solo, he should say. You come around a lot, stay the nights with him. You typically collect your clothes and leave the next morning with a wave and maybe a ‘text me if you wanna do this again Friday,’ but he hates how he’s lying when he grins and says he just might.

Tooru is so used to being the one to leave, or to sabotage himself until someone else does, that he’s forgotten that it actually sucks when you don’t wanna be left alone.

The whole point of you and him is to keep it casual, but Tooru can barely keep it cool.

He likes to consider himself experienced. It’s why he gets so fucked up when he kisses you for longer than he realizes, or how he finds himself holding back words he thinks might be too much for casual sex.

You two are functional together, at least. He just puts the system at risk a lot.

When he wakes up today, February fourteenth, he doesn’t even know what day it is. He’s naked, in his own bed at the very least, and he can see his jeans on the floor through the light of the bathroom dripping through the door left open. Dawn peeks through the curtains.

The room is quiet, the window’s open so the birds can talk to him, and to his left, you’re still here.

“Hey,” he says, yawning.

“Good morning,” you say back, a small smile on your face as you stretch. He can’t help but smile back, with his grin and smile lines, eyes drifting to the hem of the sheets that try and cover you up. Okay, naked too. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Woah.

“It’s Valentine’s Day?” he replies in a hurry, leaning up on his elbow as he grabs his phone. Yes, very much so.

You raise your brows. “What? Got a wife you forgot about?”

“Very funny.”

“I know, I’ve been waiting,” you say. It’s your turn to yawn now, moving to lay your head on his chest, hand pushing him back down into the bed. “What’s the panic, then?”

He shrugs. “Nothing. Just … forgot. It's weird.”

“Hm. So where are my roses, huh?”

Tooru scoffs, glancing down at you as he rests a hand on your waist. “They’re being delivered, obviously.”

“I figured.” You cock your head. “What’s up with Valentine’s Day, huh?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never not gotten flowers for someone when I’ve had them.”

“Are you talking about me?”

“What, I can’t get friendly flowers?” he asks, raised brows and attitude waking up with him. “You’re naked in my bed, that must constitute something.”

The way you pout your lip in thought makes him wanna reach out for your hand. Is it weird to do that? Can I do that?

(You do it first, but he holds you tighter.)

“No, this is fine.”

“Fine?”

“Better,” you quickly correct. “I’d rather just stay in bed and say it once. I prefer acts of service, anyway.”

Looking at you, laying on his bare chest, the sun creeping in over yours, he doesn’t care all that much about how he’s breaking tradition anymore. Maybe it’s not even tradition, maybe it’s just a cycle he’s breaking; a vicious one, at that.

You’re an unconventional valentine in the sense that you’re not even his, but maybe when the day’s passed and he doesn’t feel it looming over him, he might bring it up again.

“Acts of service, you say?”

You snicker, being pushed onto your back as he looms over you. He’s looking at you like Cupid hit him; bullseye.

“You wouldn’t happen to know of those, would you?”

“Just tell me what you want, already. Let me make up for the flowers.”

You take him by the back of the neck, pulling him down to kiss you like he means it. Tooru speaks in tongues the two of you best understand.

For the first time in four official Valentine’s Days, Tooru doesn’t buy his valentine flowers. But, for the first time in four official Valentine’s Days, it feels so right that it doesn’t even matter he’s doing it ‘wrong.’

(Next time, when you’re hopefully here again, he doesn’t think he’ll get flowers, either. This'll do.)

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guessimjoiningthespidermanfandom · 7 months

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Sativa

Elliot x fem!reader

Elliot x black!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Requested: no

"I say we sound better than you or me,"- Mac Miller in We (ft. Ceelo Green)

Warnings: underage alcohol consumption, mentions of weed, partial nudity

A/N: Literally a work in progress from 2 school years ago I read the beginning and thought it was cute so here it is.

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“You taste like champagne.” You giggled, face not even inches away from his.

“So do you,” Elliot replied, placing another cold sticky kiss on your lips. His fingers tugged at a ruche on your satin purple dress. “You look so pretty.”

When you received the invitation to the end-of-the-year dance team banquet you’d felt melancholy.

However standing (leaning most of your weight on) by your boyfriend, near a wall as an R&B song played under the dim lightning you couldn’t be happier. It wasn’t just the weed or the champagne making you feel fuzzy inside.

You hummed at his compliment, shoving your face into his dress shirt.

He wove the hand that wasn’t resting on your hip into your hair pulling you back gently

“Gonna mess up your makeup, baby.” He leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead.

Dramatic sparks of hurt flew through you at the way he denied your affections. Your less-than-sober mind clouding your actions.

“You don’t love me anymore.”

He laughed at the pout on your face before pulling you closer to him by your waist, you sunk into his warmth.

Growing up you never thought you’d be able to love or be loved by someone as much as you love him.

“ ‘M sorry.” He whispered, pecking your nose.

“Good, better be.” You claimed beaming, leaning up to connect his lips with yours.

When he pulled away you chased him, not letting him go. Kissing him harder than before you wrapped your arms around his neck. He pulled you closer to him, gripping your hips.

You sighed into his mouth when he deepened the kiss tugging on his hair.

You pulled away for air and were about to go back in when your friend interrupted you.

“Just because it’s the end of the year doesn’t mean the PDA rule doesn’t exist,” Chantelle teased.

You turned around to face her, connecting your back with Elliot’s chest. He buried his face into your hair with a smile.

“Leave us alone,” You bemoaned morphing into a giggle.

“Need to borrow her, we’re taking pictures.” Elliot let go of you and watched you falter away in your heels as Chantelle pulled you by the arm.

A picture with your team turned into 5, which turned into a “Wait that’s my song” and everyone headed straight for the dance floor.

Every time you tried to find your way back to your table, another one of your teammates stopped to talk to you and offered you some of whatever was in their cup.

You accepted and made conversation but now you were teetering on the line between tipsy and actually drunk.

Seeing as the party was dying down Elliot began to search for you until someone was able to point him in your direction.

Spouting loudly at your friend you stumbled backward in the general direction of your table.

You grunted as you collided with something along your path. Familiar hands caught you around your waist, you spun around.

“Elliot!” You called out with a goofy smile.

“Y/N!” He said back in the same tone.

“‘Missed you,” You slurred, resting your full weight on him.

“Yeah?” He asked, readjusting you to his side.

“Mhm,” You confirmed

“Ready to go?” He looked down at you wrapped around his arm.

“Uh huh,” You tiredly nodded before dropping your head against his bicep.

“Where are your shoes?” He slipped the strap of your dress back up your shoulder from where it had fallen.

You whined letting out a muffled noise sounding a bit like “I dunno”.

Elliot reshuffled your body weight to lie right in front of him. He slid a chiffon bow-wrapped chair in front of the two of you before placing you down softly.

“Stay here,” He warned.

He waited until you lazily blinked up at him, recognizing a glimpse of understanding in your eyes to place a kiss on your forehead, setting off to find your heels.

As he made his return with your various miscellaneous items he found you slumped into the chair he left you in.

He tossed your phone into his front pocket, flinging the straps of your heels around his wrist.

“C’mon we’re going,” He shook your arm to pull you out of your reprieve.

You whined at being stolen from your almost sleep, glancing around the room you saw the population dwindling as people left and found their rides. With Elliot’s help, you hoisted yourself out of the chair.

Whining out an “M’ feet hurt,” and complaining about the dirty ground Elliot picked you up and carried you to his car.

He knew he couldn’t take you back to your house drunk, your parents would kill him and then you.

Getting you to stay in the passenger seat was the hard part, but once he got you buckled in the second pulled out of the parking lot you were out cold.

He was miraculously able to get you through the front door and into his room with no complaints.

The problems arose when he tried to get you to drink a bottle of water.

You threw yourself backward from the edge of his bed. Sprawling out with your arms above your head.

“No ‘m tired,” You ignored him curling your limbs around a spare pillow and shutting your eyes.

Placing the water bottle next to you on his bed just in case, he left his bedroom door open as he ventured into his cousin’s bathroom for her makeup wipes.

When he returned you were fully asleep, chest rising slowly, and deeply.

The bed dipped as he climbed on next to you. As softly as possible he wiped your makeup off. You roused from the cold wetness on your face, blinking your sleep away, you sat straight up like you were never asleep.

Elliot just continued to remove your makeup. As he moved to the lower half of your face you began to swat at his arms.

You tried to bite the hand holding the wipe and when we wouldn’t let you, you trapped his hand under your chin.

“Stop, I’m trying to help you,” He told you.

You pouted as if you were gearing up to cry. “Are you mad at me?”

He exhaled heavily before answering. “I’m not, just need you to stay still,”

You nodded valiantly before allowing him to smooth over the rest of your skin.

As your eyes began to droop again he used both of your arms to pull you towards the edge of the bed. It’d be much easier to assist you while you were still awake.

He gestured for you to stand up and turn around so he could unzip your dress and slip it down your shoulders.

Using his shoulder as support you stepped out of the dress and kicked it off your ankle letting it pool on the floor.

As you stood there in your underwear, Elliot scoured through his dresser for a clean shirt for you to wear to bed.

He tossed the large graphic tee he came up with next to you. You slipped the shirt around your head before realizing the neck was too tight to pull down the rest of the way.

“ ‘Need help,” You huffed, pulling Elliot from his search for your bonnet.

He came to your rescue by using both hands to bunch up the top enough for you to be able to slip your arms through.

He knew you’d be mad at him when you woke up if you found out he let you go to sleep without a bonnet, so he took the time to find the one you left here a while ago.

He stretched the satin fabric over your hair and pulled it over your forehead. The bonnet slipped into your eyes obscuring your vision.

Titling your chin up towards him, Elliot shifted the elastic band to rest on your forehead, placing a kiss to the same spot.

He was finally able to slip under the covers beside you.

Now that you’d been wholly woken up, the both of you knew you weren’t going to be able to fall back asleep anytime soon. Which wasn’t a problem because you had nothing to do for the rest of the weekend. Elliot however had to be up by 7 a.m.

Reaching over his head he grabbed his laptop off his windowsill. He opened Netflix and handed it to you. He turned over onto his side just as you scooched up into the pillows resting at his headboard.

Sitting the laptop on your lap you opened your joint profile.

Scrolling through the streaming services limited catalog. You went back to the homepage and something caught your eye.

“Elliot,” You called testing if he had already fallen asleep.

He answered without moving. “Hmm?”

“You watched an episode of Money Heist without me?”

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justmystyles · 10 months

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Can you make Harry paint me like one of his French girls? 🥵

Ooh La La

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pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader

word count: 1.2k

summary: after a revelation on movie night, you and Harry decide to reenact one of the scenes.

warnings: a couple of curse words, and nudity.

a/n: love love love this ask! ngl, there have been a couple of pictures and videos where i've genuinely seen a resemblance to titanic Leo, and middle school me came out of hiding to thank me for my stedfast taste in men.

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“I just brought the whole bottle this time, so we don’t have to keep pausing it.” Harry announced as he returned to the living room. He handed you the glass of wine he had refilled for you while placing the rest of the bottle on the table beside him.

“Okay, but you didn’t have to pause it. You’ve seen this movie how many times?” You tease as he takes a seat on the couch, pulling your legs back into his lap.

Harry gasps dramatically, bringing his hand to his chest. “It’s Titanic you don’t just walk away from Titanic!”

You roll your eyes, taking a sip from your glass as you resume the movie. Harry had a few days off, so you were enjoying the time locked away from the world, watching movies, drinking wine and enjoying each other’s company.

As the movie continued, Harry was absentmindedly rubbing your calves, eyes focused on the television. You suddenly noticed something causing your gaze to move back and forth between the screen and Harry’s face multiple times.

He finally noticed, turning his attention to you with a curious expression. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” you smirked. “I just, with your hair like that you kind of give off like these Leo, Jack Dawson vibes.”

Harry arched a brow at you. “Oh really?” You giggled and nodded your head. “Is this your way of asking me to paint you like one of my French girls?” You shrug coyly and bat your eyelashes. “I’d be down.”

“Yeah?” You ask. This wasn’t actually where you expected this conversation to go, you were just making an observation. But now that he’s brought it up, the idea kind of excites you.

“Yeah,” he responded with a cocky smirk. “But you have to ask the right way.”

You let out a bark of laughter, but his face doesn’t falter and you can tell that he means it. You take another sip of wine before placing the glass on the end table next to you. You pull your feet out of Harry’s lap and tuck them underneath you, crawling closer to Harry, just shy of meeting nose to nose.

“Harry,” you say in a breathy whisper. “I want you to draw me like one of your French girls.”

A low growl emerges from the back of his throat before he pulls you in for a deep kiss, resting his hand on the back of your head to hold you in place. When he finally lets you go, you pull away to see him smiling. “Go get ready and meet me back here.”

You saunter out of the room, putting an extra sway in your hips knowing that Harry was watching. You hurry into the bedroom, where you undress and place your robe on, tying it in front of you.

When you return, you find Harry placing a chair in front of the couch. You lean against the doorframe and clear your throat. He looks up and takes you in from head to toe, he looks you in the eyes and gives you a lopsided grin.

“Madame,” he steps up to you. He takes your hand, lifting it to his lips to brush a kiss across your knuckles. He then leads you to the couch.

You play with the tie of your robe, suddenly feeling bashful. You’re not sure why, it’s not like Harry had never seen you naked before. He was just usually also naked, there wasn’t any balance in this scenario. “Is this weird? This is kind of weird, right?” You look up at Harry with some uncertainty in your eyes.

“We don’t have to do this if it makes you uncomfortable, love.” He places a hand on your back, stroking in soft circles.

“No no no, I want to. Sorry.” You move to the other end of the couch where your wine glass lies, throwing your head back and finishing the contents.

Harry chuckles at the display. “Did that help?” The laughter dies as you untie the robe and let it fall to the floor. His eyes roam every inch of your body. You feel a nervous thrill run through you. “Wow,” he gasped.

Your nose crinkles as a blush fills your cheeks. “So… uh, where do you want me?”

He continues to stare for a moment before your words register in his mind. “Oh, um, just right there on the couch.” He points to the couch, picking up the pad placed on his chair and taking a seat.

You shift around for a few moments trying to find a position that is comfortable, but also as flattering as possible. “Is this alright?” You ask once you’ve finally found a position you think will work.

“Fucking perfect,” Harry says, his voice just above a whisper.

You smile softly and watch on as he observes you for another moment. You clear your throat as a reminder of what the whole point of this was. He blinks a couple of times, smiling sheepishly before taking pen to paper and beginning to draw.

As Harry continued his masterpiece, you watched on. He seemed to actually be taking this seriously. You giggled when you saw his tongue poke out of the side of his mouth in concentration. When he heard that, he looked up with a furrowed brow. Your eyes went wide, and you mouthed an apology to him. He narrowed his eyes jokingly before getting back to work.

After a while, Harry slips his pen behind his ear. “Finished. Come take a look.” You stand from the couch and reach for your robe. “Ah ah ah,” Harry stops you. “Stay like that and come over here.” He pats his hand against his thigh.

You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth and comply, stepping closer and sitting in his lap. His arm immediately comes around your waist, and he presses a kiss to your shoulder. “Alright Picasso, let’s see what you’ve got.” You lean into his chest as he flips the pad showing you his drawing.

You look it over, quickly rolling your lips between your teeth to stop you from laughing. He really did try, you didn’t want to make him feel bad.

“Well? What do you think?” He asks.

“I can see that you put a lot of effort into it,” you say, trying to stay positive.

“But?” He asks, knowing what you’re doing.

You let out a loud breath. “But it’s really good that you’ve got that whole singing thing to fall back on.” When he laughs at your comment, you can’t help but join in. “I will say, it is good to finally find something you’re bad at.”

His eyes went wide in faux shock. “I mean I know it’s not amazing, but I didn’t think it was bad!”

“Bull shit,” you laugh, pressing a kiss to his lips. You try to pull away, but he follows your mouth, kissing you even deeper. When you finally separate to catch your breath, you bring your hand do the collar of his shirt. “How about we even the score?”

“Why? Are you going to draw me now?” He asked with an arched brow.

“I’ll do whatever you want as long as it gets you out of these clothes.”

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hold-him-down · 5 months

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Welcome to Belleview - Chapter 1

Notes: ~11 years after the beginning of The Fighter, this is not a Luke/Leo story but is in-universe.

TW: Institutionalized slavery, nonsexual nudity, starvation mention, human euthanasia mention, degrading language, all the things.

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From the outside, it is a beautiful campus. Elegant in its simplicity, with three brick buildings forming a crescent at the mouth of a long, rose-bush lined drive that intersects wrought iron gates.

Today, police swarm it, more for the optics than anything else. They’re not here to enact change, or to start building moral credit, but they are here, and so he smiles, shakes hands, introduces himself.

He opens the double-paned glass door, which sits just in front of a set of reinforced steel bars, and he’s immediately met with the silence of a reception area from which all of its workforce has been escorted out.

Almost all.

“Lincoln Prescott?” says a singular man, in his mid-twenties on his best day, peeking around the corner. He’s nervous, skittish even. Fidgeting palms run down his sweater and he smiles, but it’s not the smile of someone who’s happy, welcoming, comfortable, warm.

Lincoln returns the gesture and nods. He doesn’t extend his hand. Instead, he turns over the key he’s just been handed, and he reads the man’s name-tag.

Jared Fisher, Handler. Level Two.

Jared smiles sheepishly and takes off the name-badge. “I wasn’t sure if I should wear it. I guess… I guess it’s not really needed anymore.” He holds it out to Lincoln, who stares at it for several seconds, before he sets it on the counter behind him.

“Uh,” Jared says, cutting through the silence of the massive waiting area. “I’m sorry. I know, I’m sure, that you’re not– I get it, I mean. I know I’m the enemy here.”

Lincoln narrows his eyes, shaking his head once.

“They said if I– Uhh, they said they’ll take it into c– consideration, I guess. When the trials start. When… whatever is going to happen, happens.” He swallows, and Lincoln feels something that is related to sympathy, but not quite it. He lets that feeling fizzle quickly. “I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.” Jared says quietly.

There’s silence again. Lincoln lets it settle over him, watching the ex-handler’s fidgeting intensify, before he says, “Oh. You’re waiting for me to speak.”

Jared shrinks.

When the final nail in the coffin of support for the trade and consumption of government-sanctioned slavery had been hammered in, there wasn’t the type of frenzy that anyone expected. That morning, people, by and large, woke up, had their coffee, showered. They caught their trains to work, they read their news and they watched, closely, but there wasn’t an uproar. They stole glances at their phones and monitors for updates, for news, for what happens next.

Truth be told, it had been heading this way for a while. Within the last ten years, Individual states had begun passing legislation that, in hindsight, paved the path for widespread challenges to the system, led by a few congresspeople who finally woke the fuck up. Things turned violent early, with protests, rallies, boycotts, demonstrations… everything imaginable.

Videos of workers being tortured, followed by videos of workers recounting their own stories, began making national headlines. Consumers of workers’ labor fought hard to sway public opinion back to the positive outcomes the system had brought the country, but with each passing week, with each new video of a worker strapped to a table being violated in unimaginable ways, it was a losing battle.

As local legislation was passed, certain states became a kind of safe-haven for runaways. And eventually, things started going federal.

The most significant bill, the one that fully outlawed the use of worker labor and reinstated the ‘freedom’ of current workers, was going to be codified that morning. It wasn’t unexpected, at that point, but still, the infrastructure, the plan, was… well, it had holes, to say the least.

The workers who were deemed functional, by some arbitrary metric, would be relocated to massive government-owned housing units. They would share rooms by the half dozen, be fed, given medical attention, and slowly be reintegrated into society. No one knew exactly how that would work, but it had been successful in the states that had already outlawed worker labor (with some notable exceptions), so the plan, half-assed as it was, was set into motion.

Former safehouses were repurposed as halfway houses for those who were less “independent.”

Individual volunteers were gathered who would open their homes to those who were unable to care for themselves but didn't pose any significant safety or medical risk.

In the days leading up to the vote for reinstatement of worker rights, when it was clear how things were going to go, people did go into a frenzy. Hospitals scrambled to hire, doctor’s offices scrambled to modify policy, the call for volunteers to offer shelter, food, medical assistance, jobs… it was madness.

But that morning, the morning the final nail landed, it was quiet.

Jared leads Lincoln down a narrow hallway, spouting off information as he does. The linoleum tiled floor is clean, but peels around the edges. The walls are white, chipped along the corners and where the doorframes meet the drywall. The ceiling is white, but there’s a yellow cast. The fluorescent lights that line the halls give it a sort of eerie post-apocalyptic vibe, and it’s fitting.

The building, Belleview, is eerily quiet. There’s no obvious screaming coming from within, so it’s already better than he expected.

Jared slaps his keycard against a box outside a set of double doors, and Lincoln takes a breath. The volunteers are gathering outside by now. His group of nurses, doctors, caretakers. They could be with him, but he wanted this run-through alone. To give him time to make sure the plan that he spent the last week finessing would work.

Jared stops at the first door, and pushes a button outside of it, bringing to life a screen. There’s a name on the top, and Lincoln glances through the information he’s shown. Jared presses another button, and the door unlocks audibly, the light above it turning from red to green.

Inside is a man, with nothing else. Brown hair, blue eyes. He doesn’t look at them.

“This one can get aggressive.” Jared’s voice is matter of fact, as he points out the information on the tablet. “They come here to… you know, to be of whatever use they can be until they…” he whispers, and Lincoln offers him the briefest of glances. He regrets it immediately. “Expire.”

Lincoln turns his attention back to the screen, and so Jared continues. “We have 21, uh… residents, right now. I think that’s what we’re supposed to call them now. They were… well, you know. They were workers, but the rejects, I guess. They’re in… they’re in various states of um…”

Lincoln clears his throat tersely, throwing a warning glance to the ex-handler.

“Well, okay. I’m sure you’ve been briefed, and if not, I’m sure you will be.” He begins walking again, letting the last door close without another glance, as he approaches the next. “We tried to take as good of care of them as we could. They’re fed and watered and we tried to... whenever we could, some of us tried to offer them some comfort.”

He stops at the door. “Obviously, they’re here for a reason, so they don’t tend to be super… uh, super cooperative or trainable or anything. They’re usually just… they’re here for a short time, and then–” He stops himself this time, without the warning glance.

“We call this guy Tank, but I think his real name is Tyler, if that means anything to you.”

Lincoln nods. “Does it say here? Anywhere on here? What his name is?”

Jared fiddles with the screen for several seconds before it comes to a demographic page. It lists 20 inhabitants, and presumably, their room numbers.

“Look at that,” Jared says then, interrupting Lincoln’s review. “Looks like I was right, it is Tyler. That was a guess.”

Lincoln takes a breath, because there’s no benefit to causing a scene here. If Jared was offered leniency, then he was a handler who, at least on the surface, wasn’t as bad as he could have been.

“Anyway, this one used to be aggressive, too." The door opens and Jared gestures to the man who lays on his stomach, bandages across his back. "But now? Nothing going on in there.” He points to his own temples, and lets the door swing shut. He switches to the video feed, where Tyler stares into the camera.

Jared continues along to the next room, and Lincoln follows behind him, his thoughts racing.

Lincoln Prescott was already in his car on his way to the site he’d been assigned to oversee before they even finalized things in the White House. It’s a temporary solution to a very serious problem, they said. It would take ten to fifteen days to get those who were in no shape to get to a halfway house the medical attention they needed and find suitable placements for them.

In the meantime, they were safest where they were. He was needed to help organize the volunteers and medical personnel, and to act as a sort of director of the temporary housing facility.

So he drove. He knew it would be bad, maybe the worst of the worst. He had been briefed. He was given a stack of files of the inhabitants that he would be overseeing. He looked it over that night, and every night since then. He spent the last six days memorizing every face, every backstory.

It was a site to house those that the government had deemed unable to be placed, for one reason or another. Too violent, too unpredictable, too difficult to be trained. From what Lincoln could gather, these workers served any and all purposes. Their primary reason for existence was, it seemed, to trial training techniques, to trial drugs, to motivate the workers who were difficult, to show that there were worse fates.

They ranged in ages from 19-26. None survived longer.

“Doctor Prescott?” Jared asks, from somewhere far away. Lincoln looks up from the tablet, and Jared is already down the hall at the next door. Lincoln takes a breath, biding his time. They’ve gone through eighteen of the men, with Jared's special commentary on each of them. Twice, Jared had promised that he wasn't a bad person, and that the culture had been one thing, but now it was another, and he was ready to pivot.

Only once had Lincoln felt himself snap, and had to excuse himself before serious harm was done.

Some of the men were given the accommodation of a bed, some of them were given clothing, some had rotten food in their cells, some had broken bones, open wounds. Some slept fitfully, and some slept so completely still that Lincoln thought that they might not be alive at all. Jared had assured him, in those moments, that they probably were.

Jared opens the door to the twentieth room, with a small, “We call this one ‘Felix.’ I think you’ll like him,” as he does. The man, short blonde hair and dark brown eyes and at least forty pounds less than his frame should support, blinks himself awake. He sits in the corner of the tiny room and stares at Lincoln. He tries to smile, but the tremors that rock his body make it hard to buy. He doesn't wear any clothes, and has one of the DLS-issued shock collars affixed to his neck. His ribs shake when he breathes too deep, but again, he tries to smile, even as he backs further into the corner.

Jared is speaking to him, but Lincoln doesn’t clock exactly what’s being said. The man looks so afraid, but still, he lifts his fingers in a sort of wave, shaking as he does. Lincoln waves back, offering him a small smile in return.

“We’re not allowed to euthanize them,” Jared is saying.

“What?”

“When they hit the end, I mean. We have to give them enough food, give them enough water. If they choose to stop eating or drinking or… whatever, that’s on them. We can’t assist them. Once they’re too far gone, sometimes we’ll just stop trying to get them to eat, and let them go.”

He thought, by now, that he’d heard it all. His eyes widen. “Is that where we’re at with him?”

Jared shrugs. “He’s sick. The director said he’s gonna go any day now, but it’s better if we don’t directly cause that.”

Lincoln doesn’t attempt to keep the hatred out of his eyes.

“He knows,” Jared says. “They all do. Once we stop pulling them for testing, it’s only a matter of time. He wants you to pull him, though,” he continues. “He wants to know it’s not his time yet. He wants to show you he can still be of use. He doesn’t really speak anymore, but he tries to be sweet, so we will keep him in rotation.”

“Stop talking,” Lincoln says then, his fist in a tight ball but, remarkably, not around the man’s throat. Jared’s mouth snaps shut.

“Show me the last one, and then you’re finished here.”

As they retreat away from the man’s cell, the door closes behind them, and Lincoln watches the hope leave his eyes.

They make quick work of the last door, and the weasley man leads Lincoln back through the main wing, mumbling about how there were several wings they didn’t tour, but he at least got to see all the residents, and how if he has questions, he is more than happy to take a call, day or night, and how…

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The volunteers stand in a haphazard group, each with a color coded name-badge to at least give Lincoln a starting point as to their role. He begins by directing the doctors and nurses to rooms, providing instructions on how to access the rooms, providing instructions on how to access the medical files, providing whatever information he can.

They’re working on finding placements for each of these boys, he tells them. But they all require intensive, specific treatment. As they find placements, they’ll be housed, and once they’ve placed the last boy, the volunteers will be reassigned.

As the last of the volunteers heads inside to get their own bearings, Lincoln takes a step back, regarding the innocuous building.

“I guess that’s that,” Jared says from behind him, taking a step forward and extending his hand out once more. Lincoln looks down at it, shoving his hands into his pockets, as Jared mumbles, “Welcome to Belleview.”

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A pretty boy and his pretty girl

Sirius Black x fem! reader

{Requested - see request here x}

Summary: Sirius makes a bet he can play y/n, but she doesn’t succumb so easily to his charms, but will he to hers?

Warnings: swearing, kissing, mentions of food, feeling nauseous, nudity, sex and loss of virginity (nothing explicit), major angst in parts bring the tissues, Sirius being a bit of an arsehole in the beginning, mean things being said about the reader, oh and the length because it’s a monster haha

A/n: 13.2k words, i wrote so much 😅, Gryffindor reader also i will appoloise for any mistakes because of the length but i think i got major ones xx thank you for the request as you can tell i loved it and went overboard hehe. I’ve definitely made this my own and i’m pretty proud of it, theres also self indugent fluff sprinkled in there but who doesn’t love fluff and angst mixed together 💛

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Sirius Black could get anyone he wanted, it was like a game to the boy, pick some random unfortunate soul and pursuit them. Each one was different but it always ended the same, sometimes there was a chase, other times all he’s have to do is flirt and he had them in the nearest broom closet. His favourite was those that played hard to get, yet they knew and he knew that it was all just an act, an act used to prolong the inevitable.

You on the other hand had stayed off of his radar despite being a fellow Gryffindor. Many assumed you were shy but that’s what you wanted them to think, in truth you were just the quietly confident type and kept your business, just that, yours, holding your own. You had managed to go 6 full years without ever having a conversation with the boy, you had worked with Remus a couple of times and sat with him along your dorm mates, Lily, Marlene and Dorca many a time in the library, hell even James knew of you due to your friendship with Lily. Unfortunately, you didn’t stay hidden from his eye forever and so began a very dangerous game

“Pads you think you could put a sock on the door or something next time…how am I supposed to look the Ravenclaw captain in the eye again after seeing them strapped to your bedframe” James shakes his head with a repulsed expression trying to get rid of the image

Peter and Remus make similar expressions “You know you could actually take someone on a date first or at least one which doesn’t end with you shagging them in the bathroom of the three broomsticks” the latter remarks taking a bite of his breakfast while his eyes stay fixed on his book

“Prongs sometimes there isn’t time to put a sock on the door if you ever got laid you’d know that and Remus why the hell would I ever do that?” he laughs at them like the suggest was absurd

Sirius had never been one to grow attached, sure he had flings he cycled back to when he was busy or his current conquest was taking their sweet time but a real relationship there was no way

“Hey” James whines “It’s true but don’t rub it in mate, some of us actually want more than sex” he notes as his eyes drift down the table to the redhead who was currently sitting next to Dorca with you and Marlene across from her

Sirius follows his eyes “Ah yes I forgot you don’t want to cheat on the girl who has never shown interest…in you” his words slow down as hears you laugh at something Dorca says, the sound like music to his ears as he admires how pretty your smile is “Who is that beauty?” he asks looking back at the other boys “And why haven’t I seen her before” he remarks

“If you are talking about Marlene or Dorca I’m pretty sure you a) know them and b) know they are very much in love with one another” James answers confused while Remus looks down the table, closing his eyes a second as he realises he talking about you

Remus knew it would happen eventually and he knew that out of everyone you were actually a great match for Sirius, but not the Sirius before him, no, the Sirius he would grow to be a couple year down the line, a version that would see you as more than another play thing

“That’s y/n” he says reluctantly, knowing if he didn’t answer he’d find out some other way

“Y/n?” James eyes Remus before his eyes widen as he smiles “Oh y/n, yeah she’s nice” he nods looking down the table, you were nice, even slipped him some info about how to woo your friend

“I’ve heard she’s quiet, doesn’t talk much must be shy” Peter adds joining the conversation

Remus focus’ on his book trying not to smile “Perfect, haven’t had a shy one in a while” Sirius notes eyes trailing back to you again as he licks his lips

“Nah” James shakes his head

“Nah” Sirius mock him “Why nah?” he does it again looking at him baffled

James shrugs “I just don’t think you could get her” he says plainly, not that he knew much about you but from the conversations he’d had with you and others with Marlene he found you weren’t the dating type, you’d never even had a boyfriend

“I get everyone” he insists “No one can resist me” he says cockily to which Remus rolls his eyes, he loved Sirius but boy could he be a prized wanker when it came to things like this

“Wanna bet?” James says half-jokingly

“Alright you’re on, what are the stakes?” Sirius agrees making James look at him surprised

“Sirius” Remus warns before turning to James “Don’t” giving him a look that screams ‘please don’t agree to this’

“Moony it’s fine, not like he’s going to win…” James shrugs before turning to Sirius “If I win, which I will, you need to…buy whatever the rest of us want from Hogsmeade, I’m talking everything and anything we want” he says confidently, he did feel a little twinge of regret but he was sure if anyone was going to resist his charms it was you besides it was just a harmless bet

“Deal” Sirius says right way “And if I win you have to do the same” he points at his friend who nods in agreement

“I like this…works out well for us either way” Peter muses nudging a little Remus who smiles at his friend briefly but wears a generally disappointed look

As the boys return to their meal and Sirius eyes you from afar, their conversation echoed around the hall in such a way it was overheard by one of Sirius’ recurring flings. She sat a little jealous but she knew that as soon as he was done with you he’d go back to her, right?

You were currently wandering around the hallways aimlessly with Marlene, both of you opting to skip Magical history as there was only so many times you could hear that man drone on before you died of boredom

Marlene stepped a bit in front proceeding to walk backwards as she pondered “You think the founders were fit? I know there are paintings of them but you think they were fuckable?” she notes to which a painting nearby huffs and she flips it off “Didn’t ask you mate”

You giggle at the paintings shock before replying “Maybe, but the real question is did any of them do each other, like can’t you just imagine Salazar and Godric having a scandalous love affair” you wonder

“Ooo” Marlene smirks adoring that narrative “Fine line between love and hate, everyone loves a tragic love story” you walk a few more paces before she speaks again “You know you’re a pretty good writer and with Dorcas drawing skills and my raw charisma we could make a book about it…muggles and wizards alike would love it” she waves her hands in the air

“Love what?” you both stop in your tracks to see Sirius leaning on the wall of the adjoining corridor

“Salazar and Godric’s secret affair” Marlene answers for you both giving the boy a smile

Sirius looks shocked but smirks “Well if you ask me…” he starts but is cut off by you

“But we didn’t ask you pretty boy” you say in a playful tone “Now…” you walk up to Marlene and loop your arm with hers “…if you’ll excuse us we were busy”

As you and Marlene walk off, Sirius is left in a pleased shock “Pretty boy?” he says to himself smirking “Oh this is going to be fun”

When you got back to your dorm after the interaction, Marlene gushed to Lily and Dorca, telling them that they should have seen the look his face when you called him that, while you felt uneasy. Six years you had avoided talking to him and you just had to say something didn’t you. The whole thing made you nervous he was finally going to notice you, you weren’t self-centred enough to think you would enamour him upon first sight but you knew he enjoyed your, now you thought of it, rather flirty remark.

Your fear came to pass as the next day when you were sat alone in the library and he approached you. Looking up you saw him wearing a smirk that you would just love to wipe off his pretty boy face but you said nothing, just returned to the book you were reading and ignored his presence

“Cat got your tongue today?” he quips plopping himself in the chair beside you, his comment made you roll your eyes but you kept your head fixed on your book “Come on don’t leave your pretty boy hanging”

You can practically feel his grin and when you glance over it was clear he was enjoying this a little too much “What do you want?” you ask in a kinder tone than he deserved, you were annoyed sure but you weren’t going to add any fuel to this chase he was trying to brew

His head tilts, surprised but that only furthers his intrigue, you were so unpredictable and it was quickly becoming addictive “I just want to spend time with a cute girl” he winks at you, you may be unpredictable but he could make everyone flustered “and get to know what’s going on in that pretty little brain of yours” he leans in a little, arm flexing as he leans on the table

What a line, you think before you think of something a little risky but in that moment you couldn’t resist “Well pretty boy…” you lean forward as well, placing your hand on his arm, fingers running up and down it

“Mhm” he hums smiling away, this was easier than I thought, he thinks

“…I thinking that you…” your other hand makes its way to his thigh as you lean in closer, noses so close to touching “…don’t have a chance” you kiss his cheek before you grab your book and walk away leaving him staring at the place you once were jaw dropped

Sirius sat there for a good few minutes, not only was he shocked but you left him quite flustered. As he snapped out of his daze he looked around checking no one saw, before he leaned back and slid down on the chair letting out a small laugh. If he wasn’t hooked before he sure as hell was now, you managed to combine two of the things he loved most. First, he loved those that played hard to get and second, he loved when they flirted back, but never had he met someone that did both to him and so smoothly.

Meanwhile you were walking quickly back to your dorm, once you got there you sighed in relief when you saw no one was in. Sliding down the door as you closed it, head leaning on it as you debated what you had just done. So much for under the radar, you just fucked the radar out the window and set fire to it. There was a part of you that liked it though, the feeling of pride that surged through you when his mouth dropped open and yet then there was another part that was terrified because you were sure he was never going to stop now. The question was, did you want him to?

Over the next weeks Sirius never let up and neither did you, every time he approached you, he would flirt then you’d say some witty comment back and or combine that with your own flirting before making your exit. You enjoyed it, you didn’t think you were one to like flirting since every time someone had tried before you shut it down, you’d never even kissed anyone. Surprisingly flirting was very similar to your usual sarcasm, just throw in some body language, the odd compliment and you were a natural.

You huffed as you racked through your bag, trying to find your quill, sure there was a side pocket in there you could use but no, that would be too easy. As you looked you felt a body side next to you, you didn’t look up as you assumed it was Marlene so you gently nudged them to say hi but as you did, you caught their scent

Looking up you saw Sirius smiling “Hey pretty girl” he greets

“Pretty boy” you acknowledge with an annoyed smile back “You forget where your seat was or something?” you ask wondering if this was his latest tactic

“Nope, this is my new seat” he states which makes you tilt your head “Well I may have suggested that me sitting with you would cause less trouble than be sitting with Prongs…James” he says, correcting the nickname

“You trouble? Never” you say in a tone laced with sarcasm which makes him chuckle “Why did you really switch?” you ask genuinely

“Isn’t it obvious?” he shakes his head smiling “I want to spend more time with you” his tone is different than before; your mind could even trick you into believing it’s sincere

“Well I’d spend time with me I’m very interesting” you smirk before turning back to your bag “Yes!” you quietly cheer as you find the quill to which you look over at him noting he looks a little surprised “I found my quill” you elaborate as you pull it out of the bag

He nods letting out an ‘ah’ as he begins to get his own stuff out “You are very intriguing” he says glancing at you briefly

“And you are very persistent” you note yet there is a playfulness in your voice, a playfulness that gave Sirius hope you enjoyed these little interactions as much as he did

As the teacher spoke there was a tension between the two of you, but it was strangely comforting having him close. Usually you left right away, never staying too long but the prolonged contact was distracting. They way your shoulders were so close to brushing, or how your hand was mere centimetres from his, it was safe to say you weren’t learning anything this lesson so you began to doodle instead of writing notes, you were sure Lily wouldn’t mind letting you copy them later.

As you started scribbling a series of drawings along the side of your parchment Sirius’ eyes were glued on your free hand, he wondered what it would feel like to hold it, to hold you in his arms…what was happening to him? His eyes snapped back to his blank parchment trying to rack his brain to figure out what this feeling was even if he knew deep down. His eyes couldn’t stay away from you for long, lifting his head as he pretended to listen and read the blackboard behind the professor while his eyes flicked to the side, admiring your features. Tracing over your lightly parted lips, lips he wanted to kiss more than any other, the way your nose wiggled ever so slightly as you concentrated, then his eyes fell to your hand delicately sketching on the paper.

His throat felt a little tight as he turned back to his own, so he picked up his quill just to have something to hold and channel his emotions. As he was fiddling with the quill you’re eyes drifted towards it, you felt uneasy thinking that he was nervous about something especially since he was too busy with whatever it was to notice the professor had stopped talking and called from everyone to discuss the topic in pairs for the next 5 to 10 minutes.

“Sirius?” you gently place your hand over the one on the quill afraid he might snap it if he’s not careful

He looked over at you then down at your hands to which you quickly retract leaving him with an empty feeling, merlin what the hell is she doing to me, he thinks “Yeah?”

“Are you alright?” you ask not bothering to mask the concern, your head tilting as your eyebrows knit together

He seems to shake himself out of it returning to his usual cocky self, leaning forward “Worried about me darling?” he smirks

You let out an empty laugh shaking your head “Never” you say turning back to your doodles annoyed at yourself for caring in the first place and for warm feeling spreading across your chest at the pet name

Your disappointment made Sirius regret his reply immediately quietly sighing as he turned back to his own paper. The rest of the class dragged in, when it ended it was Sirius making the quick escape, ignoring James and heading straight to his dorm. Dropping his stuff and flopped backwards onto the bed, not noticing one of his other friends was sitting on their own bed reading until he spoke

“Class that bad huh?” Remus chuckles closing his book and swivelling around to face him

Sirius huffs “What is it that’s so alluring about her, I just want to grab her face…” he gestures towards the air “…and kiss her, hold her…” he trials off breathing heavy “Why won’t she let me? it’s been almost a month no one resists me for that long…and no I’ve already checked with Marlene she does like guys” he answers as if that was the question Remus was readying himself to ask

“You know Pads maybe you should just forget the bet, it’s clearly messing with you” Remus suggests hoping he listens

“No, I am not a quitter, I won’t let prongs win” Sirius insists sitting up and pointing his friend “Sirius black always gets the girl even if she is the most…infuriately pretty…fascinating girl that ever lived” he sighs “Please help me”

Remus clenches his jaw for a second, thinking about what he should do, he didn’t want you to have your feelings played with but he also knew Sirius would never give up. He was at an impasse, weighting the options before he decided, there was a chance Sirius could fall for you, as small as if could be he had to hope for that outcome

“You ever thought about actually having a conversation with her?” Sirius looks at him confused “Without flirting, like genuinely get to know her and not…” he’s cut off

“Without flirting? Moony how will I get her to fall for me if I don’t flirt?” he says lost

“And how is that going for you?” he asks which makes Sirius think for a second be nodding in defeat

A few days later Sirius found you by a tree in the courtyard, he didn’t approach you right away, instead leaned against one of the archways and watched you, thinking of what to do. He tried to form a sentence in his head planning what to say, but all his stupid brain could think about was wanting to brush the little strand of hair from your face or maybe letting himself lay his head on your lap as you read…before he could begin to imagine anything else he shook his head and walked up to you

“Hey pretty girl” he greets, smiling at you as you raise your head to look at him “Can I join?”

“If I say no you’ll join anyway right?” you say with a little laugh shifting a little to pull your skirt down

Sirius watches your movements before his eyes flick back up “If you say no I’ll leave you alone” he says honestly

You look up at him “If you’re trying to use reverse psychology me that isn’t going to work” you say curiously

“Reverse?” his eyes flash with confusion before he shakes his head “Can I though?…join you I mean” you nod hesitatingly, this wasn’t the usual routine what was he playing at?

Sirius lowered himself next to you but kept a healthy inch apart even if that was an inch too far for his liking. He doesn’t say anything merely begins playing with the grass between the two of you so you return to your book. Much like before the silence is oddly comfortable and you find yourself resisting the urge to lean your head on his shoulder, merlin did you hate that he was beginning to have an effect on you

“What’s it about?” Sirius asks randomly chuckling as you eye him “The book?” he points to it

“Umm here” you hand it to him “I’m terrible at describing books so you’re best reading the blurb on the back” you confess “It only just came out this year”

As he takes the book his fingers brush over yours, breath hitching as he feels a small spark flow through him, so distracted with the sensation that he misses your own little gasp. He reads the summary carefully before turning back to you, your lip bitten showing the first sign of nerves he’s ever seen from you, it was clear you cared what he thought of the book

“Sounds interesting” he says earnestly “Could you read me some of it?”

You look taken aback by his request but nod taking the book and opening it, beginning to read the first page “The house stood on a slight rise just on the edge of the village. It stood on its own and looked over a broad spread of the West village…” your voice was soft and easy to listen too, leaning his head back on the trunk of the tree as you continued “…The only person for whom the house was in any way special was Arthur Dent, and that was only because it happened to be the one he lived in. He had…” Sirius smiled closing his eyes, he’d never been one for reading but he’d listen to you read a novel if you’d let him

After a while your head slowly fell onto his shoulder as you continued to read aloud, feeling the vibrations as he chuckled while you did the little voices of the characters, in particular when Arthur told the man he could shove his bypass up his ass…okay you paraphrased but that’s what he meant

While you and Sirius bonded, two girls passed by the court yard spotting you through the archways “Looks like she’s finally given it up” one says

“Looks like it, shame the pretty little thing had no idea she’s a bet” she pouts “But once he’s used her up he’ll come crawling back to moi” she says wickedly, sure she was jealous of the intimacy between the two of you but she also knew Sirius never backed out of a bet and she’d have him again in no time

Over the next week you let Sirius in, you read more of the book to him, let him join you while you studied and sit next to you in the classes you shared. Every now and again you’d let out a quick remark and he would flirt with you but it felt different than before, every time he called you pretty girl your heart fluttered and you began to forget nor care about how many people he may have said this to before. You were falling for him, it terrified you but you couldn’t stop it, nor did you want to.

Eventually one day you were reading to him under the same tree in the courtyard during a free period “Wait hold up a minute!” your head leaves his shoulder at his exclamation “This guy has two heads” he holds up two fingers looking at you bewildered

“Yes” you confirm “He’s an alien” you giggle at him

“This book just keeps getting weirder and while we are on the subject of weird why do we always need a towel?” he shrugs bewildered to which you laugh at him “Stop laughing I want to know why?” he smiles brightly at you

“42” you answer with a mischievous look

“What’s 42?” he asks hesitantly

“The answer to everything” you say ambiguously shifting so one leg is crossed while the other is up to your chest, hands with the book in front of you as you head rests on your knee trying to hide the huge smile on your face

“You’re really cute when you do that” he notes

“Well wouldn’t be your pretty girl if I wasn’t somewhat cute” you say casually

He chuckles before it registers mouth dropping “You’re my pretty girl?” he asks looking at you hopefully

“You think I’d just read to anyone?” you say with a chuckle “But if you want I can go see if Remus or…” you taught him

He cuts you off “No no you’re mine now and if you are my girl now…” he says smirking, leaning forward as he gently manhandles you, moving your legs are out flat and positioning your back against the tree “I can do this” he says happily shifting to lay his head on your lap

You look down at him “Wow and I thought you’d ask for a kiss” you muse “turns out you’re just a big softie” you say teasingly

He lets out a laugh, sitting up for a moment “Well now I know that’s on the cards, can I?” he smirks

“On one condition” you request

“Anything” he says right away

“Make it a memorable one since it’ll be my…my first” you say the last part quietly

His eyes widen in surprise, slight guilt swelling but he pushes it away “Agreed but I have my own condition” he leans in noses brushing

“And what would that be?” you ask as you move in a little closer as well, stomach filled with butterflies as your lips graze when he speaks

“You officially be my pretty girl”

“The only one?”

“Only you”

About a month had passed since that day in the courtyard and you both were the centre of gossip. Some made bets of how long you’d last, ranging from one day to a month, others felt sympathetic for you being his latest victim while a handful looked at you with eyes full of jealousy. None more than a certain Ravenclaw who once too was the centre gossip, only you had lasted longer than her in resisting his charms as she was once called his biggest chase. Of course, less than a week in he grew bored, yet still came back every now and again for a shag.

You vexed her greatly, not only were you in what she felt was her place but he hadn’t even looked at her since his eyes fell upon you that breakfast. She was sure you hadn’t put out yet, and from her little friend in Gryffindor snooping in on you and Marlene’s conversations she found out why. She should have shivered at how cruel the situation was and a part of her knew that, but the big green monster in her stomach pushed away any sympathy especially after weeks had passed and you and Sirius had only gotten closer.

He hardly left your side, always had to be touching you in some way. He held your hand under the desk in class, your thigh at dinner now you, Marlene, Dorcas and Lily had moved up to sit with his friends much to another marauders delight. You and he were often seen with him laying his head in your lap as you read, or from her friend, cuddling on the couches in the Gryffindor common room. She hated the PDA, the lingering kisses, the way Sirius’ lit up in your presence, the way he’d nuzzle his nose with yours to make you giggle. However, the only silver lining was you and he were headed to the next level and after that he’d leave you high and dry.

She was currently headed back to Ravenclaw tower when she passed by the Marauders chilling out in an empty corridor, well three of them at least. She would have walked on by if she hadn’t overheard what they were speaking about, instead deciding to hide in the shadow of a pillar and eavesdrop

“I’m telling you he made me stay up until 4 this morning preparing and then made Wormtail skip class so he could set it all up” James says chuckling slightly

“What exactly does he have planned?” Remus asks his voice wavering a little

“He’s set up this little picnic in the astronomy tower, she’s been reading this space book to him and he’s going to point out all the stars…oh and there some special astro thing happening tonight as well, meteor shower I think” the boy explains

“You think they’ll finally you know?” Peter implies to which the girl feels her stomach turn

“I mean if he did all that for me you bet I’d drop my pants” James says securely

“Prongs” Remus scolds

“What? It’s romantic” he defends “Like you two wouldn’t either”

“Are you forgetting something” Remus says clearly trying to jog his friend’s memory

“Forgetting what?” James takes a second to recall “Oh shit the bet…I mean I doubt that’s still going, right?” the girl pokes her head out to see James looking a little worried as he looks between his friends

Peter shrugs “I really hope not, y/n so nice and I really do think she makes Pads happy” he says sadly

Remus nods in agreement “I think he loves her” the information makes the girls blood boil “He hasn’t mentioned the bet in ages, he goes on about how amazing she is to us, he’s planning a big event tonight for their one month…he can’t be going through with it still, if he is then he’s not the Sirius I know…there is no way he’d be that cruel” he says honestly, grimacing at the thought his friend would even consider such a thing

“Yeah…” James nods before a slight cheekiness takes over his features “…since he technically not going through with it I don’t have to buy you guys stuff, anymore do I?” he checks

“Well your words were ‘he couldn’t get her’ originally but we will lower it to you buying us anything we want from Honeydukes. Which means the expensive chocolate” he says with a large smirk

“The good stuff” Peter adds

The girl didn’t wait to listen any longer as Remus and Peter seemed to start talking about how this brand was the best. As she made her way through the corridors she felt angry at the idea that Sirius Black, her Sirius, fell in love. There was no way, he didn’t do love he’d said that so many times, he must be playing with you, you weren’t putting out so he had to make you fall in love that’s the only reasonable explanation

As she wandered she walked directly into someone “I’m so sorry” she hears the person say, still dazed from falling on her arse

“It’s…” she starts before her eyes focus and she realises she ran into you of all people “It’s okay…thank you” she says as you help her up

“Again, I’m so sorry” you apologise once more before beginning to walk off in the direction of the astronomy tower

“Y/n?” She calls out making you turn back, letting out a small ‘yeah’ with a confused look at how she knew your name “You’re in advanced Charms right?” you nod “Can I get your notes from last week I missed class since I had bad cramps”

Your face lights up as you nod “Yeah of course us gals got to look out for each other…I’ll come find you some point tomorrow with them, I’ve got plans tonight” you smile giving her a wave before walking off properly this time

As you climbed the stairs to the astronomy tower your stomach filled with excitement, you had been worried Sirius would get bored of you, or push you to go too fast but he had been perfect in every way. He insisted on you hanging out with his friends, asking about your family, you don’t do that unless you’re all in so as you got to the door you knew you were ready to be all in as well.

Walking in your heart skips seeing the blankets laid out, cushions surrounding one end, little charmed candles floating around and dinner along with extra snacks spread out, even some butterbeers poking out of the little basket.

As your footsteps lightly echo you see Sirius pop his head out from around the corner “Hey pretty girl” he smiles brightly making his way up to you “What you think?” he nods his head towards the romantic display, moving to wrap his arms around your waist from behind placing a gentle kiss to your exposed neck

You lean into him “eh it’s alright” you tease earning a playful squeeze to your sides before moves to blow into your neck making little fart noises, the vibrations tickling you “Siri!” you squeal

He pulls back “It’s Alright? Just alright this is the most romantic thing I could fathom I’m going to need to some more than it’s alright darling” he turns you round to face him, poking her cheek as he supresses his smirk

“Fine” you concede before proceeding to exclaim in fake awe “Oh Godric this is so romantic…it’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever…mhm” he shakes his head at you with the biggest smile before he cuts out off with a kiss, dipping his head down to capture your lips followed by his hands coming up to cup his cheeks

You can’t help but smile as he nuzzles his nose with yours briefly before he pulls back “I love it” you take his hand in yours pulling him over to the assortment of blankets and pillows “What time does the shower start?” you ask letting go of his hand as you sit down next to the blanket and begin taking off your shoes

He settles himself on the blanket, loosening his tie as he speaks “Around 10ish so we’ve got around an hour or so, plenty time” he reassures rolling his tie up and placing it to the side

You shuffle over onto the blanket next to him, beginning to loosen your own tie “So what’s on the menu?” you say leaning over to place your tie next to his before you loop your arms around his hugging it as you lean your head on his shoulder

“Well I got the house elves to make your favourite” he leans forward every so slightly to unveil the meal

You turn your head up to kiss his cheek “Thank you but I think I fancy dessert first” you ask in a tone that seems to go over your boyfriend’s head

“Yeah I got…” he starts but you tug on his shirt “What?” he looks at you confused

You giggle at him “No Siri…” you gently climb over onto his lap “not that kind of dessert pretty boy” your tug your bottom lip as your settle with your legs on either side of his, hands on his chest

His face forms into a smirk, hands running up and down your jumper clad sides “In that case you can give me some sugar” he winks

“You’re lucky I like you because that was an awful line” you ask as you lean in closer

“Still worked though” he nudges his nose with yours, as you whisper a quiet ‘it did’ before your lips meet

The kiss started as your normal make out session, Sirius pulling you in towards him by your jumper before proceeding to kiss from your lips to your jaw then down your neck. Your eyes close as his lips latch you’re your neck hands lacing with his hair, it’s only when you roll your hips does he pull back with a small groan

“We should eat before it gets cold” his voice breathy, chest rising and falling quickly

You pout, thinking for a second “What if we ate after?” you suggest

“After?” he smiles confused before the realisation washes over “Y/n…”

“I’m ready” you say sure but Sirius seems to look conflicted “Siri?” you tilt your head leaning forward a bit

“I don’t want to rush…” he struggles to form words as his throat feels tight, you and he had never gone further than this

“I want to…” you give him a smile but it falters your heart aching as you ask quietly “…do you not want…”

“No…” he cuts you off grips your arms before his eyes widen “Fuck no I mean yes…” he corrects “…yes of course I do” his voice softens as his hand comes up to gently caress your cheek “Merlin I’d be a lair if I hadn’t thought about it on more than one occasion…I know I set up this really romantic situation…” he looks around “…but that doesn’t mean you need to feel obligated…” he’s cut off buy your finger on his lips

“I know” you remove your finger taking his hand from your cheek and kissing his knuckles “I’m ready” you repeat

He gives you a small nod and a smile before moving in to kiss you again, gently manoeuvring the two of you so you are laying down, hair splayed across the pillow. He looks down lovingly as he begins to climb over you, leaning on his forearm as his hand runs from your waist up to your jaw before pushing a little strand of hair back behind your ear

“Tell me if you want to stop at anytime okay?” he looks at you watching as you nod “Words darling” he prompts placing a tender kiss to your forehead

“I’ll let you know”

Sirius arms were wrapped tightly around you while your head lay on his bare chest, fingers tracing over one of his tattoos “What is this one for?” you ask moving to rest on your chin as you peer up

He smiles “That one is for Remus” his hand moves to play with your hair “You don’t mind them, do you?” he asks with a slight vulnerability in his voice

You give him a little smile and shake your head before placing a delicate kiss on the inked skin “I think they are beautiful” you say softly glancing up at him “Just like you”

He smiles down at you, the kind of smile you’d only read about in books the kind that just screamed all the love in the world “What’s your favourite animal?” he inquires

You lean your head on his chest again as you ponder but as you are about to answer you notice the sky “Siri” you sit up not caring that the blanket that was once covering you had fallen down as you crawl down to the edge of the blanket “It’s starting” you turn back for a second smiling brightly before your eyes return to the streaking sky and your arm motions behind you for him to join

Sirius takes a second to admire your unclothed figure, eyes trailing down your spine and beyond the small of your back before he lifts the blanket and shifts down next to you. You move to sit on your butt, legs to your chest as he drapes the blanket around you both

As you grip on to the blanket he pulls your legs over his, placing a kiss to your temple “Wow” you breath out as you watch the sky, cuddling closer

“Almost as gorgeous as you my pretty girl” he nudges his nose into your hair, breathing in your scent

“Same could be said for you…my pretty boy”

The warmth of the sun woke you first, as your eyes fluttered open you vaguely saw the tattoos of Sirius’ chest and felt the little shapes he was tracing on your lower back

He must have felt the apples of your cheeks rising as you felt his voice vibrating from his chest “Morning” he pulls you up to plant a kiss to your hair

You look up to see him smiling at you “Morning” you can’t help but copy his expression

“So, I’m going to watch James practice this morning but after that I was thinking you could join us in sneaking to Hogsmeade?” He asks making no effort to move

You think for a second “Sounds good” you nod before remembering “Oh I told this girl I’d let her borrow my charm notes so I’ll go find her and help her with that then I’ll come to your dorm in the afternoon?” you explain

“Great it’s a plan, now before we have to leave…” His hands slide up and down your side’s eyes signalling to you “You wanna?”

After some morning fun you headed back to your dorm while Sirius offered to clear up the tower, walking into your dorm you said hi to Marlene and Lily who both eyed the very obvious bedhead amoung a few other things

“Looks like you had a very good night” Marlene smirks before turning to Lily “She didn’t come back either did she?”

“She did not” Lily nods in agreement “So…” she prods

You just smile excitedly and nod “twice” you hold up two fingers as you let out a happy giggle

Marlene lights up “You have to tell us everything! Are the rumours true is he packi…Lils come on like you’ve never wondered” she rubs her arm where Lily elbowed her

“What was it like?” Lily asks as you sit down across from them on your bed

“He was really sweet, kept asking to make sure I was comfortable” the girls looked pleased at that “and he told me he loved me” you say slowly still in disbelief yourself

“Before or after” Lily asks carefully

“After” you breathe out, heart jumping as Lily and Marlene smile, clearly happy with the answer

After a few more minutes of you explaining what happened Lily gives you a cheeky look “So…is he?”

“Hi” you call out to a younger girl “I’m looking for a girl in her final year, she has black hair about yay height wearing bright red lipstick?” you describe to the her as you stand awkwardly outside the entrance to Ravenclaw tower

“Oh, I know her…I think…give me a second?” you nod moving to lean on a wall nearby as you wait

Around five minutes later the girl in question comes out “Hi y/n, you got the notes?” she gives you a strange smile but you nod going into your bag and pulling them out

As you do her eyes hone in on your glowing appearance, the smile that doesn’t leave your lips and the small hues of purple that litter your neck where your jumper had slipped down

It was then that green monster took over and she did something horrible “Here” you hand over the notes “Do you want me to go over them?” you offer

“No that’s okay” she says in a worried voice “I do need the notes but that’s not why I wanted to talk to you yesterday…” she confesses making you look at her confused “You see I overheard Sirius’ friends talking yesterday and…” your felt an uneasy feeling in your stomach “they were talking about how tonight was the night he was going to complete the bet” she says looing sorry for you “I’m so sorry I should have said yesterday…I’m so sorry y/n” she apologises

You felt like all the life was drained from your body, the world swept from under you, your throat closing up as your heart sank “Are you sure they were talking about…me?” you confirm hoping the girl just misheard, the boys did make bets on random things

“I didn’t mishear…I wish I did believe me. When you said yesterday us girls got to look out for each other I was up all night worried that I never told you” she looks at you with a sympathetic expression

“It’s okay…thank…” you struggle to speak “thank you for…for telling me” you whisper as tears sting your eyes “Excuse me” you cover mouth with your hand, the tears falling as you quickly walk away

The girl would be a lair if she said she didn’t feel any guilt, she knew that was beyond cruel but in the moment all she saw was red. Meanwhile you couldn’t breathe, quickly ducking in the little crevice behind the nearest tapestry to let the tears flow freely as you slid down the wall, heart breaking. He wouldn’t, would he? You couldn’t have been just bet to him, he told you he loved you, he was gentle with you, he looked at you like you were the only person in the whole world, and yet as you thought back you remembered his hesitation, the wash of guilt you could swear you now saw in his eyes.

You had no idea how long you sat there crying but eventually you ran out of tears, the pain was overwhelming, you felt so used. You couldn’t even be angry you were just destroyed, you felt like your heart had been ripped out, how did you go from being the happiest girl in the world to this. After wiping your tears and spending a couple minutes composing yourself in order to make it back to your dorm, you started to go over everything. You wanted to go up to Sirius and ask him, shout at him, cry to him about how cruel he was but at the same time you needed a clear head, you needed to think.

As you made your way into the common room you spotted James, he looked like he was heading down to practice, you knew he was a bit forgetful and it looked like he forgot his gloves this time so Sirius was probably not around.

As you came closer you called out “James?” your voice a little shaky, even if you were trying to hide it he saw straight through, a worried look spreading across his features “Hey Y/n, everything alright?” he places his hand on your shoulder

You didn’t know if you wanted to hug him or slap him, did he know, had Sirius already bragged to him? James had become your friend, you thought you could trust him “Umm” you close your eyes trying to process, thinking of what to say

“Y/n…” his voice dripping with worry now “You want me to get Sirius?”

“No” you say quickly shaking your head “Just…umm…bad cramps. Can you tell him I won’t be able to make it later, I…I don’t feel very well” you lie but in your current state he believes you and pulls you in for a hug?

You freeze a second before accepting it, your brain even more confused than before “You want us to get you chocolate while we are out?” he offers with a kind smile

You nod “Yes please” you give him a tight smile before heading up to your dorm

As you enter you’re happy the room is empty, there was no way you could lie to your friends and if they found out Sirius would be hexed and bet to a pulp before you had time to think things through. You kicked off your shoes, the tears flowing down your cheeks again but you didn’t care as you unzipped your jeans and let them drop to the floor, kicking them away as they did. Doing the same with your shirt and bra before heading to your bed, let out a sob as you saw one of Sirius’ jumpers, the one he’d given you when you were cold in stands last week.

Despite your better judgement you picked it up and put it on, giving the material of the collar a sniff. You felt so pathetic in that moment, no longer the strong girl you always held yourself up, but now a girl with a shattered heart that still loved him after what he’d done. You smoothed the large quilt and picked up your favourite blanket, gulfing yourself with it as you climbed onto your bed, pulling a spare pillow down to hug and muttering a spell on the door to muffle the cries in case someone heard as they walked by

As you cried you weighted your options, you could a) confront him and talk things through, b) just break up with him or c) let things run their course and watch what he does next. You were the definition of irrationally rational in the moment, as you thought about it you couldn’t help but think he really did love you, he wouldn’t feel guilty if he didn’t at least feel something for you. He wouldn’t have asked about your family, told you about his own, what his fears where or how he ran away if he wasn’t serious about you. So now you felt like option c was the only logical choice

Maybe you were being blind or far too hopeful, but you knew Sirius was going to do 1 of 3 things; one he’d let his pride get the better of him and be cruel and go through with it, which means his friends and him are pigs that should rot in hell. Two, he never tells you and allows your relationship to be built on a lie. Or three, the guilt would get to him and he confesses the whole thing. The third scenario was the one you hoped for, because that was the only one you and he had a possible future in

“I’m fucked” James says as he dumps his quidditch gear down in the corner of is room before proceeding to fall onto his bed groaning

Remus chuckles “You still up for Hogsmeade or do you want us to grab you something?” he asks fixing his jacket

“Umm…nah I’ll come just give me five minutes” he replies sitting up and getting changed sluggishly as Peter and Sirius come in

“Hey man” Sirius pats his back smiling away “That last goal was awesome, the way you and Marlene did that one two was masterful” he compliments earning a proud smile from his friend

“Thank man, I’ll just nip to the loo before we head” James announces heading into the bathroom

The rest of the boys sit on their beds facing one another “So how’d it go last night, I would have asked at practice but I couldn’t hear anything with Marlene’s shouting” Remus chuckles recalling how she must have said every swear in the book twenty times as she directed everyone about

“It was…” Sirius smiles “…perfect, she was perfection” his smiles falters “And I’m an asshole…” he swallows hard

“Why?” Remus looks at him confused and a little concerned

Sirius looks up at two friends, tears pricking his eyes as he speaks “We need to call of the bet…I can’t lie to her anymore this is eating me alive” he confesses

“Mate” Remus lets out a relieved laugh “We all figured the bet was off ages ago” he reassures him while feeling relieved himself

“You thinking of telling her?” Peter asks hesitantly

Sirius nods “I love her, more than anything” he sighs looking down “She deserves to know the truth…even if she hates me after” he says painfully

Remus gives him a surprised look but inside he’s proud of his friends growth, the kind he hoped for all those weeks ago but that didn’t mean is heart didn’t hurt for him, as he was about to speak James saunters back in “I leave for two minutes and you all look like someone died” he jokes but no one’s laughs “Someone didn’t actually die did they?” he begins to panic

“No one died” Remus reassures “Pads has just let us know he’s going to tell y/n about the bet” he explains with a sad look

James relaxes before he looks at Sirius “You are?” he moves to sit next to Sirius right away, eyes widening as he nods “Wow” James breaths out “I’m proud of you, really it would be easy to pretend like it didn’t exist” that earns him a small smile from Sirius “I wouldn’t do it today or maybe you should you can do what you want but I ran into y/n earlier, I was going to tell you but the need to piss was more important…” he starts to ramble

“James” Sirius eyes him his tone warning

“Oh right” he let out a nervous laugh “She looked like she had been crying, I asked what was wrong and she said she had bad cramps, she looked like she was in a lot of pain” he winces remembering your state

Sirius eyes soften as he grows concerned “Where is she now?” he asks standing up

“Her dorm I think” James answers with a shrug

Sirius nods turning to Remus “Can I borrow some chocolate and that muggle…water heaty thing?” he asks

Remus nods “Yes and yes but it’s for y/n not you because you’ll puke” he points standing up and going into one of the drawers pulling out the hot water bottle

“That was one time…” Sirius whines looking at his friends that all eye him “Fine, 4 times but the last one wasn’t my fault” he concedes turning back to take the bottle

“Turn around” Remus says motioning “All of you…now” he ushers

The boys all turn around facing away yet still tease him for being so protective over his stash “Moony and Chocolate sitting in a tree” James starts

“K.i.s.s.i.n.g” the others join in

When Sirius woke up that morning with you he was happy, the way you nuzzled into his chest made him feel at peace, but it was all bittersweet as he felt like he was lying to you. He didn’t care about the bet anymore, he just wanted this, you in his arms, you reading to him, playing with his hair. As he sat at practice that afternoon it was all he could think about, sure he could just tell his fiends it was off but that wouldn’t cure the pit in his stomach.

As he got to your dorm and knocked there was no answer so he gently pushed open the door, looking around quickly it seemed empty until he heard a light sniff. Walking deeper into the room his heart broke as he saw you curled into a little ball asleep. He set the now warm bottle on the bed next to him as he sat and the chocolate on your bedside table before he pushed some of your hair from your face. He winced at your puffy eyes and dried tears on your cheeks as well as the little wet patch on the pillow you were hugging. Standing up he moves around to the other side of the bed, lifting up the blanket and climbing in next to you.

As his arms gently wrapped around your waist being wary of your stomach he smiled as he noticed you in his jumper, gently kissing the side of your head “y/n?” you hum but stay asleep, lazily shifting around letting go of the pillow and hugging him instead

He chuckles a little at the adorable sight but the vibrations of his chest seem to wake you “Siri?” you say shakily not moving your head from his chest

“I’m here darling” he kisses the top of your head and helps you sit up “Prongs told me you’ve got bad cramps?”

You just stare at him, eyes pricking with tears as you have no idea what to say and you were only 40% sure you even heard him “Siri” you break down head falling into your hands

Sirius quickly scoops you into his arms, your legs straddling his as you cry into the crook of his neck, after a few minutes he speaks “Y/n?” you pull back a little staring at him with sad doe eyes “Here” he leans over grabbing the water bottle “Will this help I remember you and Marlene mentioning it once” he places it between the two of you on your stomach

You look down at it one hand going to grip it, your breathing heavy but your lips tug up at the gesture, a guy that was just using you for a bet wouldn’t drop everything and bring you a hot water bottle when he thought you had period pain

Your pulled from your thoughts by Sirius rubbing his hands up and down your arms “I brought you some chocolate too” he nods to the bar on your table

“Thank you, that’s very thoughtful” you lean forward giving him a kiss to the nose out of habit

He smiles but it falters “You can tell me to shut up if I’m wrong but if I was too rough this morning and you’re in pain or you regret…” he looks at you worried

“No you didn’t hurt me…” you shake your head giving him a little smile “…it was very much the opposite and…” you hesitate meeting his eyes “I didn’t regret it” It was true, whatever happened next you wouldn’t regret last night or the time you spend with him, even if it could be short lived

He nods “Good” he says relieved before he swallows hard “How are you feeling?” he asks hand subconsciously gazing your stomach

“I’m feeling better” you place your hand over his

As you look in his eyes you can see what looks like inner conflict as his eyes drift to yours and his hands “Y/n…” he looks back up eyes glassy “I need to tell you something” you nod slowly the sickness in your stomach returning “But before I do I need you to know that everything I said last night was true. I love you more than anything in this world” his eyes start to water

“Go on” you say quietly

“Before I first…the day we…emm” he starts before scrunching up his face rubbing his eyes a little as he thinks “Sorry I really should have practiced or thought what I was going to say…” he apologises “I made a bet with the boys…” he starts properly your heart sinking with the conformation

“What kind of bet?” you sniffle a little as your eyes water

His tears are threatening to fall as he speaks “That I could play you…” yours start falling “…and I agreed to it because I am…was…a utter arse” he says the words slowly as he tries to keep his emotions in but they gradually get the better of him while you stay quiet, letting him speak “When I first approached you I was only looking for one thing, trying to lure you in with my charms but it ended up being the opposite. You are the most wonderful person I’ve ever met, you make me feel at peace, the same way I feel laying on the couch in James living room while his mum cooks dinner” he takes a breath “You’re my home, it’s weird to say someone feels like your home but…I just know wherever you are is where I want to be” he reaches out to wipe the tears that where flowing down your face but stops himself, realising that you might not want him to touch you anymore “I love y/n, I’m always going to love you and no matter what you say next…” he wipes his nose with his hand not caring about letting you see him fully cry “I understand if you never want to see me again” he finishes

You heart ached, the vocal confirmation killed you but seeing Sirius completely break down hurt more, you wanted to kiss him, forgive him and tell him you loved him too but you couldn’t, you stayed silent like you bound to it

After a few minutes of painful silence, you finally speak “I don’t have cramps” you confess so quietly he almost didn’t hear it

He tilts his head “What?” he breaths out, he was expecting a punch or you to shout so this baffled him

“This morning I was going to give that girl her charms notes” he nods unsure of where you’re going with this “She told me she overheard your friends talking yesterday…” his heart drop “…about how last night was the night you were going to complete the bet” you look down refusing to look at him

Sirius felt like he was going to puke or faint or both, the realisation you had spent the whole day in your dorm crying was like an arrow to his chest, you were supposed to find out from him not some girl. He had no idea how anyone even knew, let alone why his friends would say something like that but that was a mess to deal with later

“How much was I worth?” you ask lowly

He winced at how broken you sounded “Anything the wanted from Hogsmeade I would buy…but y/n” he goes to cup your cheek but stops himself again “You stopped being a bet long ago…you are worth so much and I was so shallow to ever make that bet in first place”

“When?” you sniff “When did I stop being just a bet?” you still don’t look at him

“You remember the day I first sat next to you in class and I spaced out” you eyebrows knit together before you nod “All I could think about in that class was how much I wanted to know what it would be like to hold your hand in mine” his eyes drift to yours hands as the fiddle with the hem of your jumper “From then I knew you were more than just a bet but it wasn’t until I was listening to you read did I know for sure…from then everything I said wasn’t because of the bet it was…because I wanted to be with you”

You let out a shaky breath your heart fluttering and breaking all at once unsure of what to do, he seems to notice your turmoil but says quiet as he feels his own heart falling apart piece by piece

“Thank you, I appreciate you telling me” you nod lightly looking back up at him

He gives you a small smile bit it’s pained “Umm, so what do you want to do now?” he asks scared of the answer

You look him the eyes trying your hardest not to give in “I need some time to think” if there was going to be a future you needed to go away and mow things over

“Of course” he nods quickly starting to tear up again clearly heartbroken but he understood

You move to kneel on the bed next to him allowing him to get up, the loss of proximity killing the two of you, he turns back as he climbs off the bed “Thank you” you give him the smallest of smiles

He nods heading to the door and opening it, looking back one last time “I love you pretty girl” a tear falls from his eye as he says it before he leaves closing the door behind him

As the door shuts you burst into tears “I love you too pretty boy” you whisper to yourself

On the other side of the door Sirius fully breaks down, breathing heavy as clutches his chest, a pained sob escaping his lips as he begins to make his way back to his dorm. He was glad it was empty when he got there as he just collapsed on his knees to the floor, tears beginning to wet the carpet beneath him. He knew there was still a chance for you both, as small as it may be, but he knew he’d never forgive himself for breaking you, nor could he picture anything other than the hurt on your face.

He was so caught up in the emotional pain which had soon turned physical, to hear the door click open behind him “Pads?” James asks but there’s no response besides the sobs

The boys looked between each other before James knelt down on his left and Peter on his right while Remus did the same in front of him, all of their hearts aching and wondering the same thing

“Sirius” Remus says gently, hand moving to take his while Peter rubs his back and James places his own on his shoulder

Sirius doesn’t look up “I told her” he blubs out through the sobs

Remus closes his eyes for a second before squeezing his hand “What did she say?” he asks but as he glances between his two friend they all knew it couldn’t have been good

“I broke her…why do I break everything I touch” he states ignoring the question letting out a strained cry

James shakes his head his hand moving to pull Sirius’ face towards him cupping his cheeks “You do not break everything you touch” his eyes filled with concern, he had seen this only one before from his friend and it was the night he ran away so he knew the destructive path he could fall into and that scared him

“What happened Sirius?” Remus urges softly making James let go of his face

“I…” he swallows, snuffling a bit and wiping his nose with his jumper, composing himself enough to speak “I went to her dorm, she was crawled up in a little ball, already looked like she had had cried her heart out. I comforted her for a bit and then I told her. She just listened…Godric she looked so hearbroken… but…” his nose scrunches up “…the worst bit is she already knew” he shakes his head in disbelief

“She knew?” Peter questions looking puzzled, Remus equally so while the realisation hits James

“She didn’t have cramps, did she?” he asks to which Sirius shakes his head sadly “Earlier she froze when I hugged her at first…who…how” he struggles to process, thinking how confused he must have made you the guilt in his own stomach was crushing

“Some girl overheard you guys talking yesterday…told her when she gave her some notes this morning” Sirius explains

Remus lets out a series of confused sounds before he forms a sentence “If this girl did overhear us talking about the bet then she would have heard us saying how we thought it was off and that we were sure you loved her” he looks between Peter and James who nod in agreement

“Y/n said she told her that you said tonight was the night I’d complete it…why…who’s in advanced charms with us?” Sirius asks trying to recall

“Couldn’t tell ya, Marls and Lily would know” James suggests

“If they don’t kill me” he lets out an empty laugh

“Sirius” Peter speaks up “Are you and y/n still together or…I mean how did you leave things…” he corrects himself

“She said she needs time to think…you think she’ll ever forgive me…I don’t deserve it but…I don’t know what I’m going to do if she can’t” he breaks down again, his head falling into Remus’ chest “Merlin it hurts so much” he chokes out as he clutches onto his friends jumper while the boy wraps his arms around him looking worriedly at the other two

The next day was a Sunday, both you and Sirius following a similar routine, neither of you leaving your bed except to go to the bathroom. Lily and Marlene were soon filled in on what happened and stayed up with you the previous night to talk while the boys did something similar with Sirius as they tried their best to support him. Lily stayed with you most of the day, only leaving to get you food, Marlene was there as well but she disappeared for about an hour, that hour was spend in the boy’s dorm

Originally, she was going to beat Sirius’ ass but as she got to the dorm she saw Sirius’ state she stopped herself, the way his face was chalk white under the red nose and puff eyes, not bothering to make up some apology just bracing himself for the incoming storm. Instead she asked him a bunch of questions, grilling him before she finally gave him a hug and let him cry into her much as you had done earlier.

On Monday morning the boys dragged Sirius down to breakfast, he reluctantly sat down at the table but he couldn’t eat, his eyes were just glued to the door waiting for you. The school had already begun to gossip, whispers of people seeing him crying coming out of your dorm, rumours that he had dumped you, while some saying you dumped him given the bags under his eyes and depressed mood or that you caught him cheating. With the rumours came the hungry eyes, people giving him flirty looks, one set in particular watching with a sinister smirk

Sirius seemed to perk up as he saw Marlene and Lily enter but it diminished seeing you were nowhere to be seen, as Lily and Marlene sat down next to him the latter answered his question “She isn’t coming” she shakes her head giving him an apologetic look

He nods pursing his lips to hold in his emotions as he moved the food around his plate aimlessly “Marls” James gets the girls attention

“Yeah?” she looks over up at him

“Did y/n tell you who the girl was?” he inquires, Sirius lifting his head to listen

Marlene nods scanning the room, quickly spotting the girl “You see the girl with black hair just down from Lovegood” she nods points subtly “She approached her on Thursday for the notes then the following morning told her…” she tilts her head “Okay is just me or she familiar” She asks, the question of this girls identify bugging her for the last 24 hours

Sirius stares at the girl for a second before he realises, Remus and James catching on while his eyes fill with anger as she catches his eye and winks before returning to her friend “Pads isn’t that…” James starts

“Yeah” he huffs turning back to his friends

“Who is she?” Lily asks completely out of the loop

“She was the last girl I was with before y/n. Last year I chased her for a bit, she seemed like she could be the one but when she dropped her hard to get act I realised she was a right bitch” he says bitterly “I never officially asked her out but every couple month we did…shag” he sighs disappointed with himself

“When was the last time?” Marlene probes

“A few days before I made the bet” he confesses “but after that I forgot about her, she’s nothing compared to y/n” he glances over at the girl whose smiling like she didn’t just destroy the most wonderful person in the whole world “I’m gonna kill her” he says plainly letting the anger swell

“I think you’re going to need to get in line pal” Marlene confesses equally as upset but this wasn’t the time “You need to calm down” she places her hand over his now balled fist

“How could she be that cruel, even if she was why make it worse by purposely waiting until the morning after” Lily says upset her heart hurting at the thought that someone could be so callous, James moves tentatively to take her hand and to his surprise she lets him so he gives it a comforting squeeze

“She’s obviously an jealous vindictive bitch, she knew you were falling for y/n and she wanted to fuck things up” Marlene says before taking a rather aggressive bite of toast

“She was supposed to find out from me…I’m the one that fucked it but she deserved to find out from me first…” Sirius starts to breathe faster “I’m sorry I…I can’t…” he stands up and walks out heading back to his dorm

As he reaches the common room he’s thankful it’s empty until he sees someone sneaking down the stairs “Y/n?” he freezes eyes trailing over you, still in your pyjamas your eyes tired and puffy

You looked like a deer in headlights “Umm…I left my book down here a few nights ago” you explain looking anywhere but him

Sirius nods looking over at the window sill you both used to sit together and read at, he walks over and grabs the book for you, his hands glazing over the cover “Sorry” he apologies as he hands it to you

“Thanks Si-” you stop yourself briefly an act which breaks his and your heart “Thanks” you nod

“Anytime” he gives you a sad smile

You start to retreat back to the stair’s eyes glued to your book while Sirius just watches you leave as you get to the doorway you turn back as you hear him ask “How does it end?” you watch him cringe obviously realising he should have just let you go but he couldn’t stop himself

“I don’t know…I stopped reading so we could read it together” you say the last part quietly but he heard it

“You think you’ll ever finish it?” he asks as you meet his eyes, knowing what he’s really asking

“I hope so” you reply before walking up the stairs

Little under two weeks had passed since that day, you did head to class later in the week but Sirius and Marlene had switched back so he could give you some space. It was horrible, the distance was killing you both and the longer you were away the more the answer became clear to you, you loved him and he loved you, even though he made a mistake but he owned up to it and took responsibility. You forgave him before he even told you, you had already forgiven him for anything he would ever do, so as you sat in your room staring out the window you had decided.

Hopping off the sill you changed out of your nightwear into some jeans and grabbed Sirius’ jumper slipping it on, the charm to keep his scent had almost completely faded now since you had worn it to bed almost every night. You quickly fixed your hair, not bothering with make up merely putting on some tinted lip balm lily gifted you, before heading out in search of your pretty boy

Currently, your pretty boy was wandering around the empty hallways while most students were out building snowmen or having snowball fights. As he kicked a little stone further down the hall, repeating the process as he continued to walk, all he could think about was you, his hope hadn’t faded but it didn’t make the ache in his chest hurt any less. The gossip around made his blood boil, he didn’t care what people called him but it was the comments he heard about you, some painting you as whore while others called you used goods, he just couldn’t take someone calling you such things when you were an angel.

He was so deep in thought he was only pulled out of it when he looked down at where the rock should be to kick again and he saw feet “Hiya Siri” his nose scrunched up at the annoyingly high-pitched voice

Neither notice you rounding the corner and freezing before proceeding to back up a bit “What do you want?” he says annoyed trying to keep himself from blowing up at her

She looks at him with a nauseatingly innocent look “What’s wrong Siri not over that little distraction yet? You know you always come back to me…” she reaches out to touch his arm but he recoils “…come on she’s never going to forgive you now” she says dropping her little act while you cross your arms glaring at the girl

He shakes his head “No” he scoffs “If she never forgives me I wouldn’t blame her but that fact would never…never make me consider you. I love her not you, her” he says firmly making your heart flutter

“No you don’t” the girl rebuts “You only wanted her because of a bet and you’re just feeling guilty. You pursued me first because I intrigued you, you love me” she says desperately

“You’re delusional” he looks at her in disbelief

“Siri you-” she starts only to be cut off by you

“Only I get to call him that…well maybe the other marauders do as well but you can’t missy” you point at her making her go wide eyed

“Y/n” Sirius breaths out a smile gracing his face as you join him by his side

The girl soon recovers, face hardening and about to speak but you cut her off once more “Don’t say anything else sweetie you’re just going to embarrass yourself” you take Sirius’ hand in yours “He’s my pretty boy, he was never yours and I will not ask you kindly because you don’t deserve that so back off and leave us the fuck alone”

She goes to protest but you make a little sound, doing it every time she speaks making Sirius try to hold back his chuckles. Eventually she gives up, letting out a strained and annoyed ‘ugh’ before stomping off, leaving you satisfied while Sirius just looks at you in a happy shock. His heart soaring at your words, hoping you really meant when you said he was yours again and merlin had he almost forgotten how feisty you could be. His eyes then drifted to the jumper you wear wearing and it only made him smile more

He hadn’t even noticed you were now looking at him “Eyes are up here big guy” you tease giggling at his slightly flustered look as he realised that it defiantly looked like he was eyeing your chest

He chuckles before his hand reaches out to play with the hem of the jumper looking at you as he does “Am I really your pretty boy again?” he asks hopefully

You take his hand off of the jumper and bring it to your lips kissing is knuckles softly “You never stopped” you shake your head lightly breaking out in a smile

He lets out a happy sigh of relief face morphing into a similarly wide smile “I love you so much” his free hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb gently caressing your cheek down to your jawline “I’d really like to kiss you but if…mhm” you cut him off by letting go of his hand and pulling his face down to yours, lips meeting roughly and messy but at the same time it was perfect

He stumbled a bit before he returns the kiss, hand moving to the back of your head and the other snaked around your waist to pull you close while yours drift down to his chest.

You kiss for almost a good minute before he pulls back, both of you panting lightly as you catch your breath “I missed you” you confess

“I missed you too” he nuzzles his nose with yours making you giggle, the sound heavenly after so long while you soak up the closeness you had missed “My pretty girl”

“And my pretty boy” you reply tilting your head as he moves into kiss you again

A/n: i know hitchhikers came out in 1979 but can we can just pretend it came out a couple years earlier, for all we know Douglas Adams could be a wizard and released it early x

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topofmythighs · 6 months

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same soul

sam winchester x gender neutral, plus size reader

rundown: reader has a bad mental health day but sammy is just oh so sweet

word count: 2.5k

their home is cold, even with the autumn heat and chunky knitted blanket thrown over them. the television is playing their favourite show, but the volume is only on five. on the side table beside the couch they’re curled up on, an iced coffee sits - a special order they get only on the days where they absolutely need it.

today was one of those days. it felt like everyone at work needed them, the phone was never hung up, and like their mental well-being drained with every minute that passed by. when they woke up this morning, they hated the way their clothes clung to their body and felt like their pants fit in the most unflattering way possible. today was a day where their bed begged them to crawl back in it, to cry and not feel anything, but their resilience won the battle.

they made themself look as good as they felt like they could look, pushed through the work day, and treated themself to whatever lunch, beverage, and guilty pleasure they craved. this carried through the rest of the evening, hence the special sad day coffee, their favourite show, and the only blanket in the house that still smelled like sam. there were a few of his hoodies that he purposely bought a few sizes bigger so they could comfortably fit into them that still smelled like him, but those were reserved for the nights where nothing helps but him.

fearing that tonight would be one of those nights, they sent a text to him, prefacing it with, “i don’t mean to be annoying,” and hoping that he was close enough to them to convince dean to drop him off for the night.

his reply is lightening fast, and one text turns to a spam just as quickly.

duh

i mean

not duh

not duh like ur being annoying

but duh like i will bribe dean w anything if it means i can see u

hopefully i can make tn better

i’ll text u when i’m omw there angel x

a small smile tickles its way onto their face. they never expect anything less than unconditional love from sam, but it’s hard for them to judge how others feel when their own emotions are winding together into a nasty, record breaking hurricane.

unsure of how long the tall, doe-eyed man would be, they leave their warm spot on the couch to get dressed from their work clothes into comfy sweatpants. they text sam quickly, too.

pls don’t show up in anything but relax clothes

u could show up in nothing and i’d also be happy but for tn the dress code is not nudity

just sweatpants and a hoodie pls :)

they fix their hair as best as they can, put on their comfort sweatpants, and slip on their fuzzy slippers. they scan themselves in the mirror, worried they look frumpy and even larger than they already are, but decided not to waste too much time on caring about their insecurities.

they know sam loves them. even if it weren’t for the amount of trust that goes into intimacy with the two, they know sam loves them from the constant reassurance he gives them. it’s hard to not over analyze their body in the mirror, even though they know it doesn’t hold them back from living a beautiful and fulfilling life. they find that their heather grey stanford sweatpants are fitting a little tighter around their thighs than normal and that their tummy is still bloated, but through years of pulling themself from such a negative mindset, they’ve learned nothing good comes from tugging at clothing. they can feel themself become sucked into the obsessive cycle of tearing apart every part of their body, but a text chime refocuses them.

literally two mins away, be there so soon

another smile dawns on their face, a blush accompanying it. it has been so long since they’ve seen sam, both jobs getting in the way of their time together. they run in and out of the bathroom, scrambling to get things together when their doorbell rings. their heart flutters like it always does. they hurry quickly to the door, opening it to find sam standing there in a similar pair of sweatpants and a large hoodie with a tote bag in hand, seemingly very full.

his heart flutters the same way theirs does. he smiles down at them, swiftly sliding into their home and hooking his bag up on the hooks near the outside light switch. he kicks off his unlaced chuck taylor’s and immediately places his hands on their face to kiss them deeply. he’s glad they managed to close the door past his stocky body, but he wouldn’t have been upset if someone saw him and his angel reuniting.

“i missed you,” he mumbles as he pulls away.

their hands are on his elbows as they whisper it back and looking into his glossy eyes. they smile together and kiss again quickly before sitting on the couch under the same chunky knitted blanket as before. he stretches his long legs out onto the ottoman, covering his legs with the blanket, then letting them rest their head on his lap. he plays with their hair, but notices the iced coffee on the side table.

“sad day coffee,” he says, squinting his eyes to read the order to double check. he looks down at them, furrowing his eyebrows. “what’s wrong angel?”

they sigh and grab his hand, bummed that they didn’t think to chug or chuck that. “just not feeling well,” they whisper. “been a bad day up there.” sam frowns, his bottom lip almost jutting out. he’s about to say something before they sit up and interrupt him. “it’s okay,” they say, turning to get up off the couch and grab things from the side table drawer. “i figured we could do some self care stuff together?”

sam notices how apprehensive they are, but also the glimmer in their eyes. he smiles softly. “i’ve never really done self care stuff before, but, uhm, yes, we can do that.”

they smile and kiss him quickly. “look,” they say, pulling a jarred face mask out of the drawer. “a face mask for us. and also nail stuff. thought it would be fun to paint our nails together?”

sam smiles again, taking their hand as they stand beside the couch. “angel, i’ll do whatever you want.”

they smile, kissing him again, then sitting down next to him with everything in their lap. they both adjust so that they’re sitting cross legged facing each other, still able to look into each other’s eyes and kiss.

“face mask first,” they mutter, still quite apprehensive about dragging their boyfriend into this.

sam smiles and watches fondly as their hands open the container, seeing the brown, grainy face mask and smelling the coffee scent from the jar. sam watches his partner intently, mentally tracing every inch of their sweet face. a few freckles here and there, a wrinkle beginning to set in on their forehead, a blemish on their cheek. he studies it all, falling more in love with the person who’d give him the world.

“wait,” they say, pulling sam out of his trance. “need to grab us headbands.”

sam smiles and nods, watching as they walk to their bathroom to pick some out. he chooses to continue the show that’s on the television, knowing it’ll calm them down. they return with two pink cat ear headbands, and sam laughs as they try and fit it over his head.

“your head is huge, sammy. don’t break my headband, please,” they giggle, finally adjusting it correctly on his head.

he smiles, dimples on display, and says, “of course, angel. i’ll try not to.”

they smile and kiss his soft lips quickly before dunking their fingers into the jarred face mask. they’re careful and slow as they bring their fingers to sam’s face, gently smearing on the coffee scented mask. sam holds the jar for them, asking them a bunch of questions about the brand, the mask, and really anything to try and distract his partner from what’s going on in their head. they notice this and kindly answer all of sam’s questions, grateful that he can read them so well.

“all done,” they say with another smile. “still very handsome.”

sam can feel a blush on his cheeks, but he’s grateful for the brown gunk on his face to hide it. “i can do it for you now,” he offers.

without a face mask on yet, sam can see the blush on their cheeks. he gently holds their cheek, letting them rest their head on his hand. they close their eyes and stay like that for a moment before picking their head back up and nodding, giving sam permission to rub the face mask onto their face.

“okay,” he says, slowly sticking his fingers into the goopy face mask. “i’ve never done this.”

they smile at him, eyes sparkling. “just do it gently.” they walk him through it all: “you picked up lots, ‘should cover my whole face. dot it on, y’know? yeah, like that. smear it around now. okay, perfect, i can feel it all over.”

they’re sure that theres some in their eyebrows and in their hairline, but sam smiles proudly about his application, and there’s no sense in bursting his bubble.

when they both wipe off their hands, they move onto nails. they spend time doing both their own nails and sam’s, letting him watch them shape the nails, fix the cuticles, and make sure everything is even. sam admits to them that he hasn’t had this done before, but that it feels nice.

sam watches as they giggle at him. “hush,” he mumbles. “what colour are you doing?“

they smile again, the feeling of a smile and the face mask uncommon. “i’m not sure. figured i’ll probably just choose whatever you want,” they shrug.

sam can feel his heart warm up, appreciating the little things that his angel does that make his world brighter.

“i was just thinking black,” he suggests, and they nod.

“black it is.”

they spend time meticulously painting their nails and sam’s, careful not to put the polish on too thick or on his skin.

sam begins admiring them again, but this time, he’s unable to help himself from speaking aloud.

“y’know,” he begins, gaining their attention. they look up at him, hands still holding onto his and the nail polish. “you’re awfully cute.”

they blush and look away from him, going back to painting his nails. “hush, sammy,” they say.

“it’s true,” he mentions. “you’re adorable, and i-“

“ugh, got it on your skin. stay still.”

sam rolls his eyes. “angel,” he says, their eyes meeting his again. he watches as their eyes glimmer with only the light of a few small lamps. “i love you.”

their eyes dart around his, flicking their attention all over his face. they smile, finding it sweet how sam wanted all of their attention on him while he said it. “i love you too, sammy.”

sam smiles, his dimples n pearly whites on display. “and, y’know, i’m sorry i don’t say it enough. i really do love you, angel, and i think you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

their heart is beating so quickly, and their cheeks are flushed a bright pink. they can feel their whole body warm up, even though they’re feeling shivers from their head to their toes. they smile shyly at sam, feeling small under his watchful gaze - feeling whole again from his kind words.

“thank you, sammy,” they manage to mutter out after a few moments pass. “i needed that today.” they close the nail polish bottle and set it down on the ground. “be careful not to smudge them.” they wrap their arms around sam’s neck, sitting up on their knees and leaving a peck on his lips with an over dramatic “mwah”.

sam chuckles, carefully wrapping his arms around their waist to bring them into his lap. he’s careful not to ruin his nails, not letting his hands touch the back of their hoodie. he squeezes tight though, looking into their eyes and seeing the whole universe. he smiles at them again, analyzing them more and more the closer they get to him. with another short kiss, they offer to wipe their face masks off since their nails are dry.

there’s a comfortable silence between them as they lay on the couch together, faces fresh and nails manicured. sam takes their hand in his, interlocking their fingers and blushing at their matching nails.

they look at him fondly, needing to be as close to him as possible, but they take the hand holding and appreciate it just the same. they shift closer to him so their shoulders are touching, and sam lays his head on theirs.

“i feel so safe with you,” they whisper, holding his hand tighter.

sam kisses the top of their head, squeezing back. “good, that’s my job.”

they giggle and nuzzle their face into his arm, turning the rest of their body so they’re snuggled up next to him.

“angel, just come here,” he says, patting his lap.

they blush and accept the offer, putting each of their legs on either side of his and laying their head on his chest. they’re always apprehensive to rest their body on top of sam, but the way he wraps his arms around them and never complains about his legs getting restless eases their worries. they press small kisses onto his neck as a silent thank you, and he does the same back.

“i’m in love with you,” sam whispers, his large hands rubbing their back.

they lean back slowly, looking into his eyes, bracing their hands on his chest for support, and feeling his hands fall to their thighs. of all the times sam has said “i love you,” he’s never specified that his love for them ran deeper than baseline.

they smile as their eyes dart around his face. “i’m in love with you, sammy.”

he smiles and holds their face, kissing them deeply, and leaving small kisses all over their face. they giggle as sam does this, their hands playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.

“you’re adorable,” he says, feeling his heart best out of his chest from their giggles.

they kiss him again, pressing a few kisses over his cheeks. “thank you for making me feel better today, sammy,” they say as their hands continue playing with his hair. “i’m in love with you.”

“i’ll never get sick of hearing you say that, angel.”

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whumpcereal · 7 months

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tales from the kennel

hello! a new mini-series is a brewing, starting with this horrific two-parter focusing on justin and tony, whom we met here. part of the kennel universe (master list here), but set before will and tommy are kidnapped.

content warnings for: extreme dehumanization, referenced noncon, future noncon, future dubcon, forced nudity, references to human trafficking, all the gaslighting, branding, restraints, pet whump, captivity whump, filmed whump, creepy whumper, adult language

orpheus, part one

Tony has tried so hard not to think. Thinking, he knows, is no longer required of him. Not here. Probably not ever again.

He’s been sold. Fuck, the word makes his naked skin crawl. It still doesn’t make sense, no matter how long he’s been here. People are not bought and sold. Of course, Doc doesn’t call it that. Doc calls a kidnapping a “rescue;” trafficking is just “finding someone a good home.”

But when Tony lets himself think, he knows it isn’t true. He wasn’t rescued, and he doesn’t need to find a good home. He has a good home–or at least, he used to.

It hurts to think of the little yellow house he and Justin bought together. They barely got to live in it before–well, before all of this. But when Tony curls on the floor of the doghouse at night, when he closes his eyes, he can see the wallpaper they chose for the front hallway–birds of paradise on an orange field. He can see the rack of copper pots hanging over the kitchen island; they were too expensive, but Justin insisted that anyone who cooked like Tony deserved the very best.

It hurts the most when he remembers their bedroom. The overstuffed duvet, the matching bedside tables, the soft light of their twin lamps. Their bodies moving together in the dark. Safety. Comfort.

Tony has neither here. And no matter what Doc tells him about the “wonderful home” he’ll soon be packed off to, Tony knows there won’t be safety or comfort there either. He won’t have a home. There is no home without Justin. There is no Tony without Justin.

Tony knows he will disappear entirely once Doc sends him away. He’s already started to. It isn’t Tony who endures Doc’s training for the camera; it’s Fido. It’s Fido whose red collar is cinched a notch too tight. It’s Fido who sucks, who begs, who bends to be breached like a trained whore. It’s Fido who will be restrained in the waiting crate and shipped thousands of miles away.

It’s Fido who wears the still-healing brand of his new owner between his shoulder blades.

But it is Tony who feels the pain. Even if he knows better than to think, he can’t help but feel.

Tony feels the rough heel of Doc’s hand against the puckered skin of his new scar, and he groans before he can stop himself. It’s only been a few days since Doc came into the doghouse with the branding iron, and Tony’s skin still feels like it’s on fire. Tony doesn’t even know what the damn brand looks like, but he bets he could guess the shape by the pattern of the blood throbbing beneath his skin.

Doc only chuckles. “Oh, now, boy. I know it’s a little uncomfortable now, but think of what your new gift means! Someone loves you enough to claim you for his own. You’re so close to going home!”

“No!” Tony cries hoarsely, but his words dissolve into animal keening when Doc hooks his nails into the brand.

“Yes, you are,” Doc insists. His voice is still gentle, even as he digs further into Tony’s wound. “Don’t undo it by being a bad boy now.”

“Please!” Tony begs. The burning is almost as keen as when the iron first landed on his skin. Doc slaps Tony between the shoulders, and Tony’s knees come out from under him; his belly lands hard against the cold floor.

“You don’t want to ruin your gift, is that right?” Doc chides, letting his hand slip up the back of Tony’s neck and into his dark hair. He scratches idly at Tony’s scalp.

The humiliation is a brand all its own.

“You know, it’s an honor to be adopted by someone so important. You’re going to have so much fun, and I know you’re going to be so good for him. He’s tuning in all this week so that he can get excited for your arrival next weekend. Imagine someone so important giving up so much of his time for a little rescue like you. Aren’t you a special boy, Fido?”

Tony shakes his head. He doesn’t want to think about what’s coming. Doc’s already showed him the crate he’ll travel in, the special hood he’ll wear to dampen his senses, the fur-lined cuffs built into the box to keep him still. He’s been promised drugs that will keep him calm for the trip. Tony doesn’t know exactly where he’s being sent, but he knows it’s far. Far from here. Far from the little yellow house.

Far from Justin.

“I want to go home,” Tony says before he can stop himself. “Please, I–”

Doc’s hand freezes in Tony’s hair. “But you are going home!”

Tony shakes his head. “No. You don’t–I–please, Doc, Please. I’ll be good. I promise. Just–”

“Don’t make the people think you’re ungrateful, Fido. Not all of my rescues get the opportunities you have.”

Tony wants to scream. Yes, he’s had so many ‘opportunities’ since he’s been here. The opportunity to be restrained and groped and filmed and drugged and starved and beaten. To be coupled like a brood mare with any one of a dozen faceless people in red collars. To know exactly how weak he is, to know for certain that it took almost no time to break him entirely.

But he doesn’t scream. Because he knows better.

“I’m grateful,” Tony forces himself to say. “I-I–” he swallows around the lump in his throat, “I just don’t want to leave you.”

He pitches his eyes to the floor, but it doesn’t matter: Doc knows he’s lying. The man bursts into laughter.

“Oh, my sweet little pup. What a performance!”

“I’m not–”

Doc’s hand presses against the brand, and Tony is silenced by the searing pain.

“I know you have mixed feelings about leaving, and I know it isn’t because of me.”

Tony stares up at Doc through the blur of his tears. The pain in his back is white hot; the knot in his chest is worse. He never mentions Justin to Doc. He learned early on that there was no point; Doc won’t give him any answers. But now that he’s being sent away–

“The little mutt will be just fine without you,” Doc says. “You haven’t seen him in months anyway, have you? You should be used to it by now.”

But Tony will never be used to it. They didn’t get enough time. They’d only been married for a week when Doc found them. When Doc took Tony’s wedding ring, it hadn’t even had the chance to wear a groove in his skin. It was like he’d never worn a ring at all.

“Please.” Tony shifts his weight back onto his stomach. He lays his arms prostrate on the floor. “I have to see him.”

Doc shakes his head. “I don’t know, boy. Don’t you think it will be harder? He isn’t coming home with you. He might be jealous. I don’t want you to feel badly about your good luck–and I don’t want it to be more difficult for him. I haven’t found a place for him. Not yet.”

Tony closes his eyes. He hopes Doc never finds a place for Justin, that there’s still a chance that Justin will make it back to the little yellow house, even if it’s without him.

“I want to–to-to say goodbye. Even if it’s hard.”

He doesn’t say that he wants to say goodbye because he’s almost certain it will be the last time he sees his husband. At the very least, it will probably be the last time Justin sees him alive. Tony is under no illusion that he will escape the situation waiting for him overseas. He knows he will be used until he is a dry husk, and then he will be crumpled up and thrown away. He can only hope that someday, Justin might have closure. That Justin will sit at the kitchen island with another man who will make him enchiladas and kiss that spot on the back of his neck and banish the nightmares that will surely haunt Justin for the rest of his life.

Tony doesn’t have a choice. His nightmare is going to swallow him whole. But with the time he has left–he needs Justin to know that it will be alright, even if Tony won’t be there to see him through.

Doc chuckles softly and tucks his fingers under Tony’s chin, forcing Tony to meet his eye. “You are an affectionate little thing, aren’t you?”

“Please. Before–” Tony chokes on the lump on his throat, but he holds Doc’s gaze, “--before I go home.”

Doc’s eyebrows raise. His mouth curves into a grotesque smile. “Well, look who’s decided to be a good boy.”

“I won’t fight,” Tony whispers. “I promise.”

“Do you?”

“I do.”

As though to prove it, he manages not to flinch when Doc shifts his grip and presses into the soft meat of his cheeks. Doc dips his thumb into Tony’s mouth and presses his tongue flat. Tony stays still. He wants Doc to believe him. It’s the only way that he will get to Justin.

Doc sighs, slipping the calloused pad of his thumb back and forth over Tony’s tongue. “You understand that you’ll have to follow my rules? That you have to be obedient if you expect a treat?”

Tony does his best to nod, even as Doc’s touch teases the opening of his throat.

“And you’ll be a good boy on your trip home?”

Another half nod. Doc pulls his thumb backward, but he keeps Tony’s tongue pinned down.

“Then I’ll let you see him,” Doc says thoughtfully. “But you won’t say goodbye.”

Tony’s brow wrinkles, and Doc laughs.

“You won’t say anything, actually. You won’t speak at all.”

Tony’s mouth twitches in an attempt to protest, and Doc seizes his tongue and yanks. The thin skin that connects his tongue to the base of his mouth flares with pain. Tony whines involuntarily, but Doc doesn’t let go.

“He doesn’t know what it is you’ve been up to all this time. He doesn’t know that you’re being adopted. I didn’t think it was good for him to know, since the two of you were never going to find a home together. Makes it easier to wean him, doesn’t it?”

Tony squeezes his eyes shut again. He and Justin found a home together. They just never expected it to be ripped away from them like this.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, boy,” Doc snaps.

Tony complies. What else can he do? He promised he wouldn’t fight, didn’t he?

“You’re not going to make any of this worse by spilling the beans. You may agree to stop fighting, but if he finds out you’re headed home, he won’t. He’s already a naughty little thing, and I don’t particularly want to deal with any more guff from him.”

For the sparest of seconds, Tony’s heart soars. Justin hasn’t given up. He’s still fighting. He can make it. He will.

But Doc’s voice brings him back to earth.

“See, he isn’t as valuable to me as you are, Fido. It’s going to be hard to find him a place. And I can’t have you making it any harder than it needs to be. I’ve got limited resources, you know? So, here’s the deal: I’ll let you see him if you promise not to say a word.”

Tony nods again, even as his tears finally break free. He doesn’t want Justin to see him bitted or muzzled. He wants to kiss his husband, to tell him that he loves him one last time. He wants to say goodbye. But if this is all Tony’s got, he will take it. He’s learned to take what he can get.

Doc finally lets Tony’s tongue go, wiping his thumb on Tony’s cheek. “But it’s a little performance test for you, boy. I’m not going to make this easy for you. I want you to show me that you mean what you say.”

“I–” Tony rasps. He pushes himself up on his hands and clears his throat. “I don’t understand.”

“You are not leaving the doghouse until it’s time to pack you up. That means I’ll be bringing the mutt to see you. And I expect you to do what you’ve been trained to do.”

Tony’s gut freezes. His eyes drift up to the camera closest to them.

He can’t. He wants Justin more than anything, but he can’t subject Justin to this. Not when he won’t even be able to explain. There will be too many things he can’t explain. The cameras. The brand on his back. How sorry he is. And how much he loves Justin.

It’s too much to ask.

“But–”

“I will bring him here, and you will show him what you’ve learned. If you want to see him before you go home, those are the expectations. Take it or leave it.”

“He doesn’t know–” Tony tries, but Doc’s palm comes down hard between his shoulder blades.

“And he won’t know.” Doc leans close, pressing harder against Tony’s ruined skin. “If you say a word, I’ll kill him.”

“No!” Tony cries. Justin has to get out. He cannot die here.

“I told you, he isn’t that valuable to me. The only reason I haven’t put him down yet is because my Annie’s taken a bit of a shine to him. She’s never had a pet of her own, and I like to see her happy.”

Tony feels bile rising in his throat. Justin is no one’s pet. Maybe that’s all that Tony will ever be now, maybe that’s a foregone conclusion, but he has to believe that Justin still has a chance.

“You can’t–”

“I won’t, so long as you show us all what a good boy you are. I’m not even going to muzzle you; you’ll get a chance to really show off your training. I’m sure your new owner will be watching, and you’ll want to make sure he’ll be excited to see you.”

Tony collapses over his knees. He’s going to be sick. He can’t do this. He can’t make Justin do this. He doesn’t know what Doc’s done with Justin, but Tony knows he isn’t a red collar. Tony would know if he were. Tony’s body knows every red collar, even the ones he hasn’t seen; he’s tasted them and felt them move inside. None of them were Justin. Tony would never mistake Justin’s touch.

He can’t make Justin a part of this–but he knows that he has to. Doc has him trapped, sure as if he were already packed in the crate. He should never have tried to bargain. He doesn’t have the head for it anymore. After all, he isn’t meant to think.

“You can’t go back on it now, boy,” Doc murmurs. His hand slips below the brand, scratching a gentle line up and down the knots of Tony’s spine. “And you get to say goodbye. Just like you wanted. Only not in so many words.”

Tony doesn’t move. He falls into the gentle touch, just the way he’s been trained, and he stays still. There’s nothing he can do anyway. He knows if he fights now, Justin is as good as dead.

“It’s romantic, in a way,” Doc says wistfully. Tony can hear the smile in his voice. “Do you know the story of Orpheus, Fido? My Annie has a big book of Greek myths that I used to read to her before bed, and that one was always her favorite. Made her cry, but I think she liked the tragedy of it all.”

Tony knows the story, but he can’t remember. Not right now. The only thing he can recall is Justin’s face. He shouldn’t have asked to see him. He should have let himself be packed away and lived with the memories they’ve already made. He curls in on himself. Doc keeps stroking his back.

“Orpheus had a chance to rescue his love from the underworld. All he had to do was to lead her out without turning around to look at her. He just had to trust that she was there, and they’d both be free. But he turned around just as they were crossing the threshold, and she was pulled back into the underworld forever. Because of his weakness.” Doc leans close to Tony’s ear. “This is your Orpheus moment, boy. Don’t be weak.”

Tony can’t stand it. “You’re not giving me the chance to save him from anything,” he says, his voice toneless and hollow.

Doc’s fingers crook against Tony’s cheek. “No, because I’ve already rescued you both.”

Tony should laugh, but he only squeezes his eyes shut again. He’s dreamed about rescue, but he knows now that it will never come. Not for him. There is no escaping the snare he’s just set for himself.

“But,” Doc says thoughtfully, “I am giving you the chance to protect him.”

“From you.”

Doc’s hand withdraws. “From himself. He’s got to learn, and you’re going to teach him. You’re going to show him what a good boy looks like.”

Tony looks up at Doc, the older man’s image distorted by the pane of his tears. “Why do you hate us so much?”

“Oh, Fido. I don’t hate you. I could never hate any of my rescues. You’re all such vulnerable creatures. But just like you’re going to protect your mutt, I have to protect you. I know it’s hard, giving up what you thought your life would be. But I saved you from something so much worse.”

It’s bullshit, but Tony is sure that Doc believes it. The man abducts innocent people and strips away their humanity like bits of old wallpaper, but he believes that he’s serving the greater good. Tony only wishes he could believe too. It would make all of this so much easier if he could believe that this torture was saving him from something worse.

But he knows better. He knows that someone else would have driven by the service station eventually; he knows that if they had been smarter, if they hadn’t gotten in Doc’s truck, they would be at home in the yellow house right now. They wouldn’t have died. Someone would have come. Doc didn’t save them from anything. Doc stole them.

“It’s hard for you and the mutt, I know. But I can’t always place everyone together, so the separation was necessary. So you could get used to the idea. But I’m not a monster, Fido. And so I’m going to give you this chance to ease your parting. But if I let you off your leash, I know you’d run amok. And that’s not modeling good behavior, is it? So, there are rules. It’s as simple as that.”

“You’re insane,” Tony says. “You said you’d kill him–”

Doc swats at Tony’s nose. “Bad dog. That’s enough. The mutt won’t be put down if you do as you’re told. But if you don’t, it’s no skin off my nose. This isn’t a charity, even if it is a rescue operation. Cost-benefit analysis. You’ve earned your keep these last few months; the mutt is a drain on our resources. But this little guest spot might just be his meal ticket until I figure out what to do with him.”

Tony opens his mouth, to protest or beg, he isn’t sure which, but Doc’s hand stops his voice.

“I’ve heard enough out of you. I think your new rules apply starting now. You make a peep, I won’t even go to the trouble of bringing him in. No bark. Do you understand?”

Tony’s chest heaves with a silent sob, but he nods. He knows Doc is as good as his word.

“Hup hup,” Doc commands, and Tony pushes himself onto all fours, even as his limbs tremble beneath him. Doc pulls a leash from his belt loop and clips it to the ring on Tony’s collar. “Fido, place.”

Tony’s cheeks color with shame, but he crawls to the center of the glass box, his leash dragging behind. He knows that this is the spot with the most advantageous camera angles, that he’s expected to hit his mark so that his viewing audience gets exactly what they are paying for.

“Sit.”

Tony complies and lets his bare ass fall back over his heels. He sets his hands flat on the floor in front of him. Doc crouches down and tethers his leash to the anchor in the floor.

“Stay.”

As if there were any other option.

Doc rises and goes to the locked door. He looks back over his shoulder. “You remember your rule, Fido. I’ll be right back with the mutt.”

...to be continued

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tickly-tufts · 2 months

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@tickles-tea ordered a MEAN serving of spice… so this one is for the hardcore 18+ knismos

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CONTAINS: bondage, nudity, non-consensual tickling, forced orgasm

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The Tickler.

He’d been knocked out and kidnapped by the Tickler.

Miguel had always known his luck was bad, but the multiverse had to be mocking him at that point. It’d looked like such an easy mission, too, which was why he’d opted to go alone… except this variant was no common thief. If only he'd realized before it was too late.

He didn’t know where the villain had taken him, but it must’ve been some kind of personal base. Heavy metal clamps had been locked around his limbs, raising his arms and spreading his legs into a kneel-like position. He was fully elevated off the ground, held slightly below his usual eye-level, and while his hands and feet were technically free, he couldn’t reach anything with his talons.

And as if all of that weren’t bad enough... he’d been stripped right down to his boxers. Lyla would never let him live this down… although, she'd have to reconnect with him first. Miguel felt a stab of unease at the thought.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, the Tickler making their official entrance. “Hope I didn’t keep you waiting long! I was just gathering a few of my tools.” Miguel glanced warily at the bag in their hands, which they proceeded to set on a nearby table. Then they faced him, beaming brightly. It was as unsettling as it was irritating.

“Let me go,” Miguel snarled, flashing his fangs as a threat. Rather than being intimidated, though, his captor simply looked intrigued.

“And why would I do that?” they countered simply. “It was so much trouble getting you down here. But now I have you all to myself, and I intend to make the most of it~”

The tone in which those last words were delivered was almost enough to make Miguel shudder. Without his watch, his suit, or even his clothes, he knew he was in a dangerous position. Variants of the Tickler were generally just a nuisance, but this one had defied every convention thus far.

“What do you even want from me? Information? Ransom?”

“Entertainment.”

Of all the answers they possibly could’ve given… that one promised to be the worst.

—

The Tickler’s very first tools of choice were a pair of mini feather dusters. They fluttered them around Miguel’s neck first, pouting when Miguel refused to give in.

“Aw, don’t pretend it doesn’t tickle! I can see your mouth twitching. Being stubborn won’t help.” They scoffed when Miguel pressed his lips into a line. “Well, can’t say I didn’t give you fair warning.”

Miguel had hoped to hold out longer, but then the dusters were tickling right under his arms. The feathers were silky against his bare hollows. He promptly burst into a fit of giggles.

“That’s more like it!” the Tickler preened, speeding up when they noticed Miguel’s arms were shaking. “Those muscles aren’t doing much for you, huh? Sure made you look tempting, though,” they winked.

The feathers really shouldn’t have been that bad, and yet the light tickling soon proved to be maddening. Every fiber of Miguel’s being urged him to twist away, to just lower his arms… but the clamps held firm.

“Knohock it ohohoff!” he tried to growl, though the effect was ruined by his giggling.

“Hm? Did you wanna switch things up already?” The Tickler dropped both dusters… then dove in with their fingers.

“AGH!” Miguel choked, then burst into laughter, unable to resist the Tickler’s expert touch. Manicured nails scratched and skittered with glee, unhindered by the hero’s biceps straining above them. “Dohon’t- noHOHO!” The villain’s fingers vibrated against the center of each underarm. Just when Miguel thought to try and bite them, the Tickler’s hands migrated downwards.

“Bet your ribs are ticklish, too!” This was quickly confirmed with a few clawing motions. “But honestly… I’m more interested in these abs.” Miguel flinched when the Tickler’s fingertips trailed lower. He couldn’t back up, so he tried sucking in when the villain began tracing along said abs. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t help, and he flushed when he noticed the Tickler’s amusement.

The tracing didn’t last very long, as the Tickler inevitably escalated. Two hands were soon dancing across Miguel’s midriff, spurred on by the peals of laughter that followed. Nails sunk into his lower belly when the softness there proved especially exploitable. The accompanying taunts about his ticklish tummy only exacerbated his embarrassment.

Targeting his navel next, the Tickler teased a finger around the rim. “Oh, I’ve got just the thing for this!” they said as they reached into their pocket. Miguel blanched when they revealed a lone feather, smaller yet fluffier than those on the dusters. “Any last words?” the Tickler asked, the puff far more threatening than it should’ve been.

Miguel had been doing his best to ignore it, but anxiety began to creep up on him. His life didn't seem to be at any risk, but… how long would he have to endure this? Did anyone know that he’d been kidnapped? How would they locate him once they’d realized?

For better or worse, these thoughts ground to a halt as soon as the feather slipped into his navel.

“Shit!” Miguel cursed before falling apart, the feather tickling more than he’d dared to imagine. He felt every bit of it against his skin, absurdly soft and endlessly swirling.

“Sometimes you just can’t beat the classics!” the Tickler spoke as if making conversation. “There’s just nothing as simple yet effective as a feather. Don’t you agree, Spiderman?”

The tickling continued for a full minute, during which Miguel struggled to catch his breath. When the villain finally did step back, they didn’t take their implement with them.

“Gehet it ohohout!” Miguel squirmed, still overly aware of the feather’s presence. The Tickler simply gave it another twirl. “¡AY- BASTARDO!”

“Seems perfect where it is~”

With that, the Tickler happily moved on, forcing Miguel to cope with yet another indignity. Even just panting made the feather’s fronds shift, tickling enough that Miguel struggled to stop smiling.

“You’ve just got the cutest little waist,” the Tickler teased next, pinching Miguel’s sides. “And nice hips, too,” they continued, dropping down to give those a squeeze. “Ohh, you like that?” they observed when Miguel jolted at the action. He cackled when they dug into the dips, thumbs rubbing firm and relentless circles.

“Heh, I knew you’d be super ticklish. Got a sixth sense for that sort of thing. The second I saw you, I could tell you’d be fun… but somehow, you’re even more ticklish than I thought!” Against his best efforts, Miguel blushed, much to the Tickler’s obvious delight. Even worse, their gaze soon wandered down to Miguel’s parted thighs.

They reached out both hands to knead the thick muscles, grinning when they were rewarded with a screech. “Did I hit a sweet spot?” the Tickler mused. “Let’s see how loud you can really get~”

“¡MIERDA! NOHOHO!” Miguel writhed as the Tickler honed in on his inner thighs. They scribbled their way down to his knees, then lightly pinched a path back upwards. As they neared the top, they switched scratching, which proved ruthlessly effective. Then they slipped past the edges of his boxers, burrowing right into the creases of his thighs. “SHOCK! DOHOHON’T-!” was all Miguel managed, before he lost the ability to form words. The laughter that followed was nothing short of frenzied, and soon enough, there were tears welling up in his eyes.

The Tickler lingered there for what seemed an eternity, right at the edges of Miguel’s boxers. It was only when something new caught their eye that they stopped… then smirked openly. “Well, looks like someone’s getting excited. Are you actually enjoying this?”

Miguel’s face burned when he realized what they meant. Despite everything… he was getting hard.

The physical response was involuntary, of course. Almost unavoidable, which the Tickler knew. The captive hero’s humiliation was a treat, though, and they fully intended to savor it. Following the outline of Miguel’s cock, the Tickler started teasing him through his boxers.

“No!” Miguel gasped, trying to jerk backwards, but there was simply no getting away.

It tickled more than it had any right to. His boxers might’ve even made it worse. The villain’s fingers slid over the material with ease, skimming ticklishly along his length.

“Stohohop! STOHOP!” he ordered frantically, unable to resist the stimulation. It would’ve been nice if it weren’t a blatant violation… and it was only going to get worse.

“Alright, that should be enough for now.” The Tickler withdrew sooner than expected. But then, before Miguel could relax, they pulled out a small blade and slashed right through the fabric. Just like that, Miguel was exposed, his only scrap of clothing falling off in tatters. “Time for some attention in the back!” Miguel’s heart plummeted in his chest.

Skipping out of Miguel’s line of sight, the Tickler soon whistled appreciatively behind him. “And I thought the view from the front was great. Ever think of modeling instead of being a hero?” What came next should’ve been predictable, yet it still managed to catch Miguel off guard. Fingers pinched playfully at his ass… and because everything was against him, even that tickled.

“Was that a squeak?” His captor sounded gleeful. “I was so hoping you’d be ticklish back here!” Then hands were massaging both his cheeks, and Miguel could only cackle through his mortification.

It was ridiculous, humiliating, and only got worse when one of the feather dusters reappeared. Miguel couldn’t see it, but he could certainly feel it, laughter pitching higher at the soft sensation. The Tickler was thorough in their ministrations, dusting all over Miguel’s rear. They attacked from every angle, until inevitably-

“AH! Not there!”

Miguel froze, pure dread flooding in as soon as he realized his mistake. Deathly silence followed… tension building… with every second that ticked by. He was doomed. They both knew it. The suspense was entirely unnecessary. Even so, the Tickler made him wait…

Until the feather duster was right between his cheeks.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle!” The villain taunted as Miguel exploded into helpless hysterics. They used one hand to spread him further while the other continued wiggling the duster. The motion was overwhelmingly ticklish, enough for the tears in Miguel’s eyes to spill over. They rolled down his face as he wrenched at his bonds, unable to find even a second of relief.

Miguel’s composure collapsed further when the feathering migrated towards his front. Sliding down his cleft and across his taint, it was clear where the Tickler was headed next. They took a quick detour at his thighs, just to goad him that much more. It was only when Miguel was ready to snap that the duster finally settled over his cock.

“¡PUTA MADRE!” he swore violently, before mirth fully overtook him. Feathers enveloped his testicles, along with a good portion of his shaft. It was then that the second duster returned, fluttering directly over his head. With that, his whole length was nestled in softness, ticklish plumes caressing every inch.

“Such a feather-ticklish cock~” the villain cooed over Miguel’s anguish. “I could just stay right here forever~” They wiggled the dusters even faster.

“SH- NOHO-!” Miguel struggled to speak, to say anything that might earn him a reprieve. “P-Plehehease!” he finally cracked, too flustered to maintain the illusion of pride.

“What was that?” The Tickler lit up. “Could you say that again for me, Spiderman?”

Begging felt like giving up, but what choice did really he have?

"Please!" he repeated in English first, and when that wasn't enough, he fell into Spanish. "¡Por favor, no puedo más!" Each appeal was an uphill battle through laughter. The Tickler basked in his desperation, drawing it out until they were satisfied. "Well, since you asked so nicely, I suppose we are due for a little break."

Little proved to be an understatement. It couldn’t have lasted more than a few moments. Once Miguel was no longer on the verge of passing out, the Tickler resumed, focus still between his legs. Embarrassingly, Miguel was erect, the array of feathers having done their job.

“How rude of me, leaving you like this… It’s only right that I finish what I started.”

Miguel didn’t like the sound of that at all.

The Tickler turned toward the bag they’d brought, rummaging around inside for a bit. “Ah, here we are!” They spun back around… donning a pair of sleek, furry gloves.

“Don’t-“ Miguel’s voice shook. “Please… don’t.”

With a terrifyingly innocent smile, the Tickler reached down and started rubbing.

Miguel shrieked. That was the only word for it. Every touch of the gloves tickled like hell. Every stroke and fondle was accompanied by fur, equal parts titillating and torturous.

“This material’s actually an invention of mine,” the Tickler admitted casually. “I designed it to be soft, exactly as instructed, but all our testers said it was unbearable on skin.” The Tickler circled the tip of Miguel’s cock with a single fluffy finger. “They were right, of course, but I’d put in so much work. I couldn’t just let it go to waste.”

Eventually, just as promised, Miguel came in spite of himself. The Tickler didn’t halt at all in their motions, rubbing Miguel through his moaning, sobbing laughter.

“Fun fact,” they announced once Miguel was spent. “Sensitivity tends to spike right after an orgasm.”

Miguel couldn’t keep himself from trembling, cock still resting in the villain’s gloved palm.

“Please… there has to be something else you want…” Something, anything beyond making him suffer.

“Aww, poor thing,” the villain commiserated, before their smirk returned in full force. “Unfortunately for you, this is all I want, and we still have so many toys to try. Now, cry pretty for me, alright?”

Miguel let out a broken whimper.

—

Spiderman did not kill. No matter the villain, no matter their actions, killing was simply not on the table. Peter B. Parker knew that, of course. It’d been his policy for over 20 years.

Even so, he had to remind himself before hurling the Tickler through the nearest wall.

“Miguel!” Peter shouted once the villain was down, concern overshadowing everything else. When he’d arrived, the Tickler had been raking at Miguel’s thighs with clawed finger caps. By all accounts, Miguel should’ve screamed. The treatment was certainly brutal enough. Instead, his agony had been near silent, made evident only by a fresh stream of tears.

“Por favohohor… noho mahahás… Plehehease…” Miguel babbled, shivering in his restraints. At first, Peter assumed he was feeling aftershocks, only to realize his torment wasn’t actually over.

Vibrating brushes had been strapped to his soles, centered just enough to avoid his toe talons. Peter pulled them off, crushing both in his hands, then returned to Miguel’s front, gaze dropping low. He winced as he eyed Miguel’s weeping cock, two buzzing egg vibrators taped to the shaft. He took a steadying breath before crouching down, removing every bit of it with care.

After that, Miguel calmed, visibly sagging with relief. Peter reached out to cradle his face, only for Miguel to flinch away. “Migs, it’s just me…” Peter’s voice wobbled, his heart tightening in his chest. Fortunately, the nickname seemed to spark some awareness, and Miguel began to recover himself.

“P… Peter?” he croaked weakly, watery eyes coming back into focus.

“Yes! I’ve got you!” Peter pressed in close, wiping Miguel’s tears away with his knuckles. “I’ll have you out of there and back home soon.”

True to his word, Peter freed Miguel quickly, then wrapped his own robe around Miguel’s body. As soon as Jess acknowledged his ping, he left the villain for her, out cold and webbed-up. Tapping his watch, he opened a portal directly to 616B. When Miguel’s legs refused to cooperate, Peter scooped him up and carried him through.

—

Waking back up was a gradual process, made more difficult by pure fatigue. Nonetheless, Miguel persisted, drawn forth by the gentle hand in his hair. When he eventually opened his eyes, a soft sky blue was there to greet him.

“Hey there, sleepyhead,” MJ murmured, her smile an absolutely breathtaking sight. Her hand moved carefully from his hair to his cheek, and Miguel instantly leaned into the contact.

“How long was I…” Unconscious? Captive? Miguel wasn’t sure which he wanted to ask. Without missing a beat, MJ answered both questions, frowning as she recalled the worst of it.

“You were missing for all of yesterday… then Peter got you home around 4am.” MJ had stayed up waiting for them, of course. “You’ve been asleep for around 10 hours.”

At that, Miguel attempted to sit up, only to discover he was being held down. Peering over his shoulder revealed a slumbering Peter, one arm and one leg slung over Miguel’s form.

“He was really worried,” MJ explained. “Didn’t tell me much, but…”

“You saw how I was.”

MJ’s brow furrowed, her own worry clear, but Miguel knew she wouldn’t ask until he was ready.

"Wanna see Mayday?" she asked instead, offering him the balm of domesticity. It made him feel warm... and more importantly... safe.

"I'd love to," he accepted gratefully.

#happy valentines day i bring an offering of sin #definitely mind the content warnings on this one #miguel o'hara #atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #tickling #a tickly fic #spideysjane

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Taehyung's ability to persuade you to do things you normally don't feel like doing still amazes you. You've no idea how the man does it but he surely has his ways. In your defense, you didn't let yourself be persuaded quickly.

"I'm not going to a bar on Sunday, Taehyung."

That's what you told him when he suddenly came up with an idea to go out in the evening. He had decided not to go home after breakfast, not that you minded his company. Not at all. Jungkook was busy finishing your bed after breakfast while you and Taehyung watched movies the entire day. It was a calm day – until Taehyung's extrovertness and need to go out came up to the surface.

"Relax, you're not getting drunk."

So the next ten minutes were spent with his attempts of getting you to agree to his plan, involving Jungkook as soon as he came up from the office room – which is going to be your room as well from now.

"We are just going to hang out."

"Come on. Jimin bailed on me and I'm lonely."

Just a glimpse of what he said to make you finally agree.

In the end, Jungkook agreed as well and offered to be the driver.

"I can't believe he made us go out on Sunday." you comment with a mutter under your breath, glancing down at your already finished drink.

Going to a local bar is what you mean.

Jungkook glances at you, arm outstretched behind your seat as he grins. "You're acting as if it's the first time that has happened."

Well, he has a point.

Taehyung scoffs, reminding you that he has heard you perfectly as he sits on the opposite side of you and Jungkook, adjusting the button-up Jungkook has borrowed him since he barged in wearing pajamas last night. He actually borrowed a whole outfit from Jungkook which seems kind of weird, because he looks like Jungkook. Minus the face and tattoos of course, but still. Their fashion style is kind of different, not totally but seeing Jungkook in that button-up before and now Taehyung wearing it is... interesting and odd.

Not that it doesn't suit him. Taehyung usually wears similar clothes when going out at night. It's the fact those clothes are Jungkook's but well, he looks good in them. The looks Taehyung gets from the women in this bar just proves that.

"Oh please, what were you two about to do on a Sunday anyway?" Taehyung raises his eyebrows at you lazily, "Fuck behind everyone's back?" he laughs, your entire face heating up as his name leaves your mouth in a hushed exclamation.

"Probably." Jungkook shrugs, not letting Taehyung get to him as you give him a look but he looks relaxed and not very bothered by your friend's jab.

The little twitch in the corner of his lips tells you last night has crossed his mind.

"Relax, I'm just joking," Taehyung rolls his eyes at you, "Is it really that bad to hang out with me?" Taehyung asks with a glare and edge to his voice, but looking at him you realize how the undertone of his question is plainly just sad and you immediately feel bad.

"No, Tae, that's not what I meant," you assure him, shaking your head as you prop your elbows on the table and lean closer to him. "It's just, it's Sunday and I have work tomorrow. All of us do actually. I don't want to go to sleep too late and then having to deal with Junho's annoying ass the whole next day. Plus, I can't get drunk."

It's not like you haven't done it before. It's not that big of a problem to be honest.

Everyone knows you want to get a good amount of sleep before having to wake up early in the morning. It's just how you prefer to do things and thanks to your friends, you get a good amount of clubbing and hanging out in public places a lot.

"Nobody is getting drunk. We are just having a few good drinks and that's it."

But you should've known to never trust him when it comes to drinking and having fun.

With more drinks on your and Taehyung's part, Jungkook gladly sticking to coke, the evening started to get more relaxed in terms of you relaxing and sharing a good laugh with your friends. Suddenly, getting more drinks didn't sound so bad and once Taehyung suddenly came up with another plan of visiting a nearby club, surprisingly you already stood up ready to go.

You're nowhere near dressed appropriately for a club. Just a pair of dark jeans, a nice top and heels – not your average good outfit but you don't care.

Not even when Jungkook reminds you of your work tomorrow, not very sold on the idea of going clubbing on Sunday night as you and Taehyung both wave him off. Sighing, he still joins you – not that he has a choice since he is both your driver.

It doesn't even make sense. You only go to the club to get more drinks which you could've happily got in the bar. Club is loud, full of people and stinky but in your drunken state, it seems like the most logical and greatest idea. You blame it on Taehyung.

You and Taehyung dance through a few songs though, something you wouldn't be able to do in a bar. Jungkook watches you two the entire night like a parent, and if you weren't so drunk you would feel bad for him having to stick to his non-alcoholic drinks while he babysits not only you but Taehyung as well.

He happily reminds you he's okay and doesn't want to get drunk, every time you drunkenly sit back down into the booth and pout at him.

"You're drunk," Jungkook comments, chuckling as his thumb brushes against the corner of your lips as you give him a lazy grin. "You should take it slow." he reminds you softly, snorting when you take a sip of your drink, ignoring his words.

You sheepishly grin at him, sitting back which happens to be on Jungkook's side as you cuddle up to him. Taehyung currently flirts with one of the women, which is also the reason you joined Jungkook because he shooed you away as soon as she approached you and him. Idiot.

However, he doesn't bail on you and joins you shortly after.

Jungkook reminds you two to stop drinking so much every few minutes but just like always, you both wave him off.

"Sober people are always annoying when others are drinking." Taehyung comments and you start giggling like it's the funniest thing he could've said right after Jungkook has scolded him for ordering another round of drinks.

"This sober annoying person is driving you home." Jungkook reminds him with a grumble, your giggling continuing.

To Jungkook's luck, you decide to end the night when you start getting tipsy, almost falling asleep on Jungkook's chest while Taehyung looks like he has had enough – equally getting tired and too drunk to barely stand on his feet.

How he manages to get you two in his car is beyond him, but he's glad when you're both seated in the back as he drives through the night to his apartment. Taehyung's car is in a parking lot in front of Jungkook's building, so there's no way he's driving him home. Also, he is drunk and doesn't want to waste time driving him home, having to actually get him to up his floor and apartment.

It's not like it's a bother to him for Taehyung to spend a night over. At least he is not left with blue balls this time.

"Well--this is new," Taehyung slurs drunkenly in the back, your head that's been leaned against the window lazily turns to him as you questionably look at him. "I haven't even kissed anyone tonight."

You snort, giggling. "Is that a bad thing?"

"No, it's just weird." he giggles to himself as you join him.

"You know what's weird?" you ask, pointing at your outfit as Taehyung cocks his head at you. "This outfit."

You both cackle right after, causing Jungkook to roll his eyes at the two of you and what a hangover you two are about to have. The last time you were even similarly drunk to your current state was at the New Year's Eve trip – something that's hard to forget.

"Nah, you look good." Taehyung murmurs, his words coming out as snort as he starts drifting away but your voice shakes him out of it.

"You really think so?"

You sound so hopeful and light, causing Jungkook to stifle back a laugh as Taehyung encouragingly nods like the supporting friend he is.

"No, you're just saying that because you're my friend." you grumble sadly as Taehyung drunkenly tries to reach towards you but ends up almost slapping you in the face which causes you to click your tongue at him in annoyance.

"No, I'm not!" he argues childishly as you cross your arms over your chest, not even caring your top makes your breasts almost spill out of it with how low it is tugged by your arms.

"You are!"

"No, you idiot!"

"I'm not an idiot!"

Taehyung sighs, fighting back the need to just close his eyes and sleep. "You are hot."

"You mean it?" you pout again, staring hopefully at drunk Taehyung but you're not the one to talk, looking just as hammered.

"Yeah!" Taehyung exclaims enthusiastically, "I would totally go for you if you were a stranger."

"You would?"

Jungkook listens to the absurd conversation, silently counting down the minutes to his apartment building. Why the fuck you sound so happy?

"Yeah!" he exclaims again, burping right after as you giggle. "I would totally kiss you tonight if you weren't my friend."

"Kiss me?"

Oh fuck, you're so drunk. You even sound interested knowing the thought of kissing one of your friends – excluding Jungkook of course – is like kissing your brother. But this doesn't even cross your mind.

"Mhm, you wanna kiss?" Taehyung proposes, drunkenly sending you a crooked grin as he leans towards you while you sit behind Jungkook's seat, grinning at him just as much.

Why not? What could go wrong?

"Yeah!"

You both start to lean closer to each other, pursing your lips like little kids do but before you can even get any closer, the car comes to an abrupt stop which almost makes you both fly through windshield if it weren't for the seatbelt Jungkook has so kindly put on both of you.

Before Taehyung can even open his mouth, taking him too long to realize what has just happened, Jungkook is out of his seat as the door on Taehyung's side is pushed open.

"Yah, what the fuck man?" Taehyung complains, slurring his words as Jungkook takes off his seatbelt and pulls him out of his seat.

Taehyung complains the whole time, your drunk mind having a hard time comprehending what is happening until Taehyung sits in a passenger seat, Jungkook clicking on his seatbelt with a frown before the door is shut.

You blink confusingly at the back, your stomach feeling funny from the harsh stop you just made as you're trying not to throw up.

"You're both so fucking wasted." Jungkook mutters under his breath, putting the car into drive fastly.

You both fall asleep for the rest of the ride, Taehyung waking up just as Jungkook parks in an underground garage where he only recently bought a parking spot. He already looks as if he can't remember a thing, blinking as he watches his surroundings with sleepy and bloodshot eyes – Jungkook chuckles once he notices Taehyung's dumbfounded expression.

Getting him out of the car is just as hard as he expected, Taehyung barely able to stand on his feet while Jungkook scolds him to at least try and stand for a solid minute while he tries to get you out of the car.

Taehyung leans against his car, palms messily outstretched on its windows as he leaves handprints all over it and Jungkook has to take a deep breath. Opening the door on your side, you're already sleeping with your head and neck in an uncomfortable position.

You're so out of it, he thinks as he tries to wake you up. Brushing a few strands of your hair off your face, he gently calls out your name while he shakes your shoulder but you murmur something under your breath, trying to swat his hand off.

Sighing, he grunts once he sneaks his arms around your frame and tries to take you into his arms. With your lack of response and difficult position it's not easy but eventually he successfully manages to pull you out, holding you bridal style as he shuts the car door with his hip.

"Why don't I get such a privilege?" Taehyung pouts, slurring once he notices you in Jungkook's arms while he's scared to let go of the car, guessing he won't be able to hold himself on his feet for long.

"Because you're heavy and my size," Jungkook answers nonchalantly, telling him to at least try holding his forearm, so he doesn't fall.

Carrying you in his arms with Taehyung attached to his side is even more difficult but by the time you make it into the elevator, he promises himself not to ever listen to you or Taehyung's drunk ideas.

Fortunately for Jungkook and his sake, Taehyung finds his way to the couch and even though Jungkook had to scold him to take off his shoes before he enters his home any further, he slouches himself on the couch and falls asleep right away.

Jungkook manages to put you into your newly assembled bed and fresh sheets. The bed fits into his office room but with the lack of space, one side has to be pressed against the wall and it looks a little bit awkward but it's not like it's important.

While Jungkook is taking your shoes off, you start to shift on your spot as your eyes open with a few lazy blinks as you look around. It's funny watching you trying to figure out where you are, until you spot Jungkook's desk and computer before Jungkook himself stares at you with a tiny amused grin.

You suddenly pat your face, gasping. "My make-up."

For fuck sake, Jungkook thinks as he sighs and is ready to try to convince you to take it off tomorrow because he doesn't have the energy to get you to the bathroom and take it off for you while you will keep dozing off. He doesn't really need you falling and hitting your head or something. Why can't you just lay down and sleep like Taehyung does?

You're already standing up before Jungkook can somehow convince you to go to sleep either way, and he quickly pushes you back to bed. "Alright, alright, I'll be right here. Just wait."

A tiny part of him, okay actually a big one, hopes by the time he comes back you'll be already asleep but of course, it wouldn't be you if you listened to his never spoken pleas. He finds you staring at the ceiling with a lazy look, your eyes fighting for some sleep but you remain awake, looking at Jungkook who sits on the edge of bed.

He takes off your make-up, careful not to be too harsh with his movements. He brought way more make-up wipes than it's needed and if you were observant enough, you would definitely scold him for wasting your wipes like that.

Luck is on his side and you remain oblivious to the unnecessary waste but in his defense, he wants to make sure all of your make-up is gone and you won't curse him the first thing in the morning if you had panda eyes or new break-outs. Honestly, he thinks you would curse him out even if you hadn't any of those, just the thought of going to sleep with your make-up on would be a good reason for you to scold him.

He can't help but chuckle at his thoughts – at the sight of you who has a lazy smile spreaded on your lips.

"Did I really kiss Taehyung?" you suddenly ponder quietly, eyes slowly opening as you try to locate Jungkook ones.

"You almost did." Jungkook answers, gently rubbing the make-up wipe on your chin.

"Oh," you let out, surprised that it wasn't a figment of your drunken imagination. "Wow."

Jungkook glances at you for a second, eyes flickering to your astonished expression before he goes back to his task. "Yeah," he mumbles, "Didn't know you had a thing for Taehyung."

He knows you don't – that's why his tone comes out more light as he lightly jokes.

"I don't," you reply, "I mean... What's wrong about kissing another friend of mine?" you joke back, snorting at your joke while he frowns.

But he remains silent, not even sure what to say to that because you're clearly drunk. Sober you would be freaked out at the thought of kissing him.

"Jimin has a girlfriend now, so I can't kiss him too."

An audible but slight snort leaves Jungkook's mouth as you continue with your joking.

"Well, too bad it's only us guys." Jungkook jokes, your grin falling off your face immediately as he puts the last make-up wipe onto the floor before he informs you he's done, but that goes unnoticed by you as you sit up.

"What do you mean by that?" you ask, frowning as he catches you by your forearm when you totter and almost fall back. "You would kiss other girls?"

Jungkook tries to stifle back a laugh as your hardened and serious face is not too hard to miss.

"Weren't you about to kiss Taehyung?" he points out, still joking of course but in your current state you can't seem to notice the slightest twitch of his lips or the way he bites into the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from laughing.

This is actually interesting, he thinks, obviously he is just joking and it's not because he can't imagine having another woman or women in your small friends group of four. It's because he's already risking too much by being this close to you – but he purposely pushes any doubts and fears away – he surely wouldn't risk any other friendship by just kissing his friends.

Lifting your hand up, you sloppily trace his lips while he stares at you amusingly as you seem too deep in your thoughts. "Your lips are mine to kiss." you tell him, grinning drunkenly at him and he bites back a laugh, rubbing his nose to hide his grin instead.

"Yeah?" he chuckles and you give him one stiff nod.

"Yeah," you confirm, "I'm not allowing any other girls in our group."

"Alright," Jungkook finally laughs, nodding as he stands up and ushers you to lay back down. "You're the boss here."

Again, you miss his amused tone and expression, thinking he's completely serious as you nod.

"Of course I am," you purse your lips, "I don't want to sleep in my jeans," you mutter sleepily, trying to unbutton them but it's hard to do in your state. "Help me?"

Jungkook sighs, but helps you to get out of your clothes. He was hoping you would just go to sleep. It's not like he minds changing your clothes. He's not exactly a typical best friend and he has seen it all, like you would gladly remind him if he refused, but still – he doesn't find it comfortable changing your clothes when you're in this state. Purely out of respect for you.

Once you're out of your clothes, bra gone with your panties only shielding you, Jungkook tries not to look at your exposed form until he hands you one of your larger size t-shirts you sleep in. You ask for pants which he puts on you as well, the first one he has managed to find which happens to be with a Christmas motive.

"Okay, you're all set boss," Jungkook says, clapping his hands together as he's about to stand up but you grab him by his wrists, slowly sitting up as you tug him closer to you. "What is it?"

You just stare at him, fighting off the sleepiness as you inch closer and deliver a soft peck on his lips. Jungkook is stunned for a moment, staring at you confusingly as you give him a sheepish grin.

"I'm just staking my claim."

Jungkook snorts in amusement, shaking his head at you. "Because of who? I'm not kissing anyone else." he laughs and you frown, suddenly pouting as if you just remember what he is talking about. In your drunk and hazy mind, you have trouble trying to remember what happened in the car in the first place.

"As you shouldn't," you tell him smartly and he laughs quietly.

He knows you're drunk but if it happened while sober, he would actually think you're quite selfish for saying that considering you were about to drunkenly kiss Taehyung. But 'drunkenly' is the key point and he understands that. He doesn't even care, knowing you both got wasted that you barely knew what you were doing. He was just teasing you earlier, he wasn't expecting you to start talking about it.

"I'm getting cold, can you cuddle me?"

"Drink some water first," he says, handing you the glass of water he brought earlier along with the make-up wipes.

You do, gulping it in one go before you hand him the glass back, making yourself comfortable in your bed as Jungkook covers your body. Urging him to join you in bed, he tries to explain he needs to take a shower as you whine childishly. But he doesn't ask you, simply walking out of the room to take a quick shower.

He goes back to check on you, not expecting you to still be awake as you pat a free space next to you.

There's no escape from this, that much is clear to him and without arguing, he joins you in bed.

You start caressing the side of his face and he stares at you with a confused yet amused expression but that's until you give him a kiss. Is that a mint he tastes?

He frowns in confusion, wondering where the hell have you found it but then he sees a pack of mint dragees on the side table.

However, the kiss doesn't last too long because he pulls away and you pout immediately.

"You don't want to kiss?"

He doesn't know whether you're annoying right now or just cute.

"You're drunk." he informs you as if he just told you news, or at least that's how you currently look as you open your mouth and almost offendly stare up at him.

Your mind seems to be clouded and in your current state you don't understand there are a few reasons why Jungkook wouldn't want to kiss at this moment – but right now all you can feel is offended that he pulled away.

"No, I'm not."

Jungkook chuckles, looking down for a moment while he stays propped on his elbow. "Yes, you are."

You give him a glare, trying to look intimidating but Jungkook wants to laugh rather than feeling intimidated.

"Okay, maybe a little bit," you roll your eyes, "But we can still kiss?"

"That's not what a gentleman would do." Jungkook hums, lips twitching when you whine and slap sheets frustratedly instead.

"Then don't be a gentleman."

"You're so bratty when you're drunk." he comments, shaking his head at you with a grin as he leans over you.

For a moment you think he's about to kiss you but he turns off the lamp instead, causing you to frustratedly huff.

"I won't ever kiss you." you murmur, huffing again as Jungkook lets out another snort.

"We'll see about that." Jungkook mutters and you scoff.

"No, I won't. You can kiss my ass next time."

"Oh, I will," Jungkook grins, "Gladly,"

You turn around with your back to him, mind getting too hazy and tired to continue this argument – or whatever it is.

"Now go to bed, brat. You'll have a nice awakening tomorrow."

You barely register his words, murmuring something you can't even realize you're saying because you're completely out of it. You drift off to sleep with Jungkook scooting closer, enveloping you with his arm and warmth.

"Fucking hell,"

Jungkook isn't even surprised when those are your first words as you join him in the kitchen, holding your head with a pained expression scrunching your puffy morning features.

He has heard voices before you came here, you and Taehyung both complaining about yesterday's night and how much you've overdone it. Not that he disagrees.

Sitting on the stool, Jungkook slides you some painkillers with a glass of water – the same thing he did to Taehyung before he went back to sleep.

"Thanks, you're a lifesaver."

Jungkook playfully rolls his eyes, preparing cereals for himself as he sends you a look across his shoulder. "Have you thrown up already?"

"Yeah." you embarrassingly admit, just right after you woke up and made it to the bathroom.

"That's good, you will feel better now. If it makes you better, Taehyung already threw up two times. Luckily I expected it, so I prepared a bucket next to him."

You give him a crooked smile, despite the pain your stomach and head is already experiencing.

"What about work?" Jungkook asks, glancing at the digital clock on his stove, seeing you should've been gone a long time ago.

He didn't want to wake you up, knowing you won't be able to wake up at six in the morning when you went to sleep around midnight completely wasted.

"I called Junho, told him I woke up feeling sick."

Yeah, some time in your still half drunk state with a raspy and gruffy voice.

"What did he say?"

"He wasn't happy," you wince, "I'm sure he added to my headache."

"He's a fucking idiot then." Jungkook shrugs, showing you his bowl of cereal in a silent offer but you almost gag, shaking your head with a hand on your mouth.

"Please, I'm the idiot here. Who gets drunk on Sunday when they have work the next day?" you deadpan, Jungkook snorting.

"True,"

He gives you a grin across his shoulder and you reciprocate it, rolling your eyes at him.

"Maybe you'll learn from your mistakes."

"You're annoying." you comment, Jungkook holding his breakfast as he starts eating while standing.

You notice he's fully closed. Jeans, oversized emerald colored hoodie looking fresh which can't be said about you or Taehyung who's trying to sleep his hangover off.

"So were the two of you," Jungkook reacts right away, "Do you remember something from last night?"

"Just fragments," you cringe at yourself, "Did I do something embarrassing?"

Jungkook smirks, swallowing his bite as he leans back against the counter. "Well, let's see...you guys kept drinking despite me warning you. You just waved me off every time and oh, you and Taehyung were about to kiss,"

You wince, but not saying anything about it as he continues.

"I had to take off your make-up, as usual. Then you wanted to kiss me but you were drunk, so I tried to politely refuse but you got all bratty,"

He's enjoying it, it's not that hard to tell considering he's amusingly grinning. "You told me my lips are only yours to kiss."

"Oh my god!" you exclaim, hiding your face away from him as he finally breaks and starts laughing.

"Do you remember any of it?"

"Yes to Taehyung, even though it's pretty hazy and I don't remember much from there. But I do remember uh," you gulp, "saying something about your lips."

"Yeah, you got very serious about it."

"Shut up," you glare at him right away. "I was drunk! You can't take me seriously!"

"Didn't know you wanted to kiss me so badly." he continues to tease you as you groan, searching for something around you to hit him with and Jungkook erupts into another fit of laughter.

"I don't," you grit through clenched teeth, "My drunk self gets cuddly and loves affection." you mutter, pouting as Jungkook scrunches his nose as he grins.

"I figured."

"Please just shut up," you beg him, "Where are you going?"

Jungkook smirks, your attempt of changing topic doesn't go unnoticed by him but he decides no longer to make you suffer.

"I'm working till four and then I'm gonna hang out with Ester."

"Oh," you let out surprisingly, "Okay."

"She's joining me on my last shoot, I want her to see how I work so we can, you know, do a better job when we work on that project,"

Ah, yes. The project Junho wanted Jungkook on. You're supposed to work on it in a month or so, the date going back and forth but not too much that it would cause any problems to Jungkook, due to his busy schedule. It's pretty unusual for him to be still home at this time – but not completely rare.

"What are you gonna do today?"

"There's not much I can do with a hangover," you snort, "I think I'm gonna spend the day with Taehyung until he decides to go home." you shrug as Jungkook nods while he continues eating.

In that moment Jungkook's phone starts to ring, interrupting your conversation even though there wasn't much to be said as his eyebrows furrow in curiosity while he pulls the phone out of the pocket of his jeans.

"It's Jimin," he says, looking at the screen before he accepts it and taps the screen, putting the phone on the counter between you two. "Hey, you're on speaker."

"Finally!" Jimin exclaims, "Who's there?"

"Hey, Jimin." you call out, letting your presence known as Jimin greets you back.

"Where the hell is Taehyung? I tried to reach out to him but his phone seems to be turned off." Jimin asks, while Jungkook leans forward against the counter with his elbows, brows raising up as he glances at you and grins.

You shake your head playfully, "Don't worry, he's here at Jungkook's. His battery probably died."

"Ah, typical of him. I should've known it's nothing serious but what is he even doing there, Kook?"

As Jungkook opens his mouth, awake Taehyung joins you in the kitchen as he recognizes Jimin's voice immediately, not that it matters because he glances at the screen either way to make sure it's really him.

"What's up, traitor." Taehyung greets Jimin, a beat of silence on the other side as you and Jungkook snort.

"Where the hell have you been, man? I was trying to reach you but apparently your battery is dead. Were you partying again?"

Taehyung purses his lips as he stares at the phone with raised brows, which you have to admit is kind of funny especially with his puffy and totally hangover face. At least this time he doesn't stink of alcohol and you can smell mouthwash whenever he opens his mouth – not that you were any different though.

"I was, indeed. We were actually, you know, us single people, although..." he trails off and gives you and Jungkook a look.

Jungkook rolls his eyes and you glare at Taehyung, silently telling him to shut up. Thankfully, he just grins back playfully at you, enjoying teasing the hell out of you and Jungkook. Jimin doesn't catch Taehyung's implication and just continues to burble that he just wanted to talk to him, but as if he knew Taehyung will open his big mouth and most likely call him out on his new relationship, he just casually says Taehyung to call him.

It looks like Jimin is not sure whether you and Jungkook know about his relationship – which you do thanks to the mentioned Taehyung's big mouth – and it is kind of amusing to see him playing it safe when all of you know the truth.

However, you would appreciate Jimin coming up to you and telling you when he wants to. Even though, in your opinion, it's not a big deal at all.

Their call ends shortly after, Jungkook has to go to work and you and Taehyung are left to deal with your hangover alone. Left to just simply wait until it passes away because there's nothing else you can do.

That's until Taehyung realizes he has never called into his work to tell them he's not coming today.

You have a great moment of laughing at the way he tries to fake sickness while he keeps flicking you off, glaring at you as he warns you to keep your mouth shut.

"Oh, you're awake,"

Surprised by Jungkook being wide awake, still lying in his bed while you tried to sneak-in into his bedroom to take some of your clothes, you expected him to be still asleep considering he starts working around lunch today.

The past two weeks have been pretty hectic for both of you, especially for Jungkook since he has barely been home and if he has, he spent it in his office anyway. There were a few times when you were falling asleep with him still editing photos in the room – something he always apologized for and tried to do his work quickly, so you could sleep peacefully. It doesn't matter how many times you assure it's okay and you don't really mind.

Yes, you prefer to sleep in complete silence and darkness, but there was something peaceful about the occasional clicks that lullabied you to sleep.

So the last thing you expected to see is him being awake at seven in the morning. Though his face is puffy and looking as if he has just woken up, he looks pretty awake for someone that can sleep a few more hours – you know you would.

Jungkook waves at you lazily, hoisting himself up so his back is leaned against the headboard.

"Sorry, I spilled my make-up on my pants and it doesn't match with my blouse, so I need to grab new clothes." you apologize, fully realizing you're just in a pair of underwear, completely exposed to Jungkook but you don't pay that much attention to it.

It's not like he has never seen you like this before. Yes, you don't usually walk around half-naked, that's his speciality, but you don't feel uncomfortable.

The office barely has space for your bed, so all of your clothes are actually in Jungkook's closet and drawers – that's why you often take your next day outfits to your room, so you don't have to barge into his bedroom every morning.

"No worries," Jungkook rasps out, voice tilted to more light and amused side. "I'm enjoying the view."

You straighten, suddenly realizing you've been a little bit bent over right in front of him, trying to search for one of your skirts you wear to work.

Giving him a look across your shoulder, you purse your lips and raise your brows at him, seeing him grinning at you widely with his eyes almost disappearing.

"Why are you awake anyway?" you ask, turning back around to search for your clothes. Luckily, you woke up a little bit earlier for some reason, so you've got some time to kill.

Where is the damn skirt?

Met with silence, you turn your head around, enough to see Jungkook eyeing your ass with tongue slowly licking his bottom lip as you exclaim his name in disbelief.

"Couldn't sleep," Jungkook shrugs, eyes still attached to your backside. "Are those new panties?"

Sighing, you ignore him as you finally pull out the right skirt, tossing it at the end of his bed while you search for a top that matches.

"Since when do you wear a thong to work?"

Clenching your jaw, you turn around to him with a hand on your hip, raising your brows. "Sometimes, I do."

"Mhm," he hums, eyes momentarily on yours before they drop down your body. "Come join me in the bed." he says casually as you let out a surprised laugh.

"I'm going to work, Jeon. I don't have time for this."

"I can be quick."

"I know you can," you hum, "I don't want to be late."

You're not one to refuse sex, not when the last time you had it was a little over two weeks ago and you're too ashamed to admit that your friend was in the next room. Ashamed, but still kind of excited when you think about it. Like you said, those two weeks have been hectic and when you had the time, Jungkook was busy and even when there was a little time to chat, times where he would join you on the couch, you would rather spend that time catching up and just spending time together rather than having sex.

"Okay, so just stay bended for five minutes then,"

He says it so casually that if you weren't listening to him, you would have thought he's talking about the most casual and random thing.

Eyes almost falling out of their sockets, you stare at him in utter disbelief as you notice the sudden movements under the sheets. "Wait–are you touching yourself?!" you exclaim in disbelief, Jungkook rolling his eyes at your reaction as he shrugs.

"I woke up with a hard cock," he answers nonchalantly, "I'm serious, just bend over. I'm gonna have to at least settle with a good view."

He's serious, you realize as you see him touching himself right in front of you, eyes locked onto yours while you stare with your mouth open, too shocked to speak. But you shake yourself out of it, shaking your head at his bluntness while you ignore the starting tingle between your thighs. There's just something about him being so worked up, wanting to use you for the visual that makes your skin hot.

It's also a huge boost of confidence and maybe that's one of the reason sex with Jungkook is so good. No one has ever made you feel so confident and good in your own skin, especially when it comes to sex. Sure, you felt more confident with Haneul compared to Haechan, only because Haneul hasn't been that much experienced and everything you knew, learned from Jungkook and having sex with him, you used with him.

Jungkook hands slowly pumping his length under the covers, you gape at him as you snort a little, turning back to the closet as you pull out a white turtleneck, coming to a conclusion it matches well with your soft pink powder skirt.

Tossing it along with a hanger next to your skirt, Jungkook whines when you're turned back to him, robbing him from the previous side of your ass and the thong that barely covers you.

But you join him in the bed, your knees on the soft mattress as you start crawling to him which makes his eyes sparkle with hope.

"You're really shameless, you know that?" you ask, sending him a grin once you slowly pull the cover off his lower body, revealing his hand wrapped around his hard length.

Trying not to salivate at the sight, you nudge his hand away and quickly replace it with your own as Jungkook sighs in delight.

"So are you," he sighs pleasantly, closing his eyes with head leaning against the headboard. "Come on, get on my lap."

As tempting as that sounds, you refrain yourself from doing as Jungkook pleases, only because you know there's not much time you've got left. You can't afford to take a quick shower, knowing you most likely would be running late to work and Junho is already annoyed at you for not coming to work two weeks ago, when you were hungover – which he hopefully doesn't know but still, it would be just adding fuel to the fire.

"I can't," you tell him, wrapping your lips around his red tip as you gently suck on it, causing his breath to hitch. You look up at him, hand pumping him up and down as you lick your lips. "I've got work, we can't have sex."

Well, at least he's getting something out of it and he doesn't push it. You go back to work, working your lips and mouth on him again, trying to take him deeper into the warmth of your awaiting mouth.

"You, uh, you still haven't told me about what you wanna–"

"Do you seriously want to talk or get your dick sucked?" You cut him off, simply because you already know what he was about to say. You knew he wouldn't just let go of your previous conversation.

"Actually–"

But you don't get him a chance to finish his sentence, going straight for his balls as you know he loves, your mouth sucking on them while your wrist twists as you pump his hard cock. He curses under his breath, hand already wrapped around your hair as he puts it into a ponytail, tightening his hold on it.

"Fuck, you really are minx."

You smile against him, licking a long stripe up his length which glistens with your saliva.

"Are you sure you've got time for this?" he questions with a breathy chuckle, noticing you're not playing around and going right in with giving him a mindblowing blowjob.

Letting him out of your mouth with an audible pop, you glance up with a little smirk.

"I can be quick." you tease, seeing his lips curve into a familiar smirk before you continue.

"That's not fair–mhm, yeah fuck just like that."

You would snort if your mouth wouldn't be full of his cock. You just hope your make-up won't be ruined after this because even though you're not wasting any time, you're still careful enough not to gag around him or take him too deep which could make your eyes water. Jungkook seems pleased with what you're doing though, not really minding that he's not hitting the back of your throat because whatever you're doing right now, he's enjoying it.

And just when you think things can get any worse for you, considering the wetness between your thighs that's understandable and hard to ignore, Jungkook lets go of your hair and sneaks his hand under your bralette, palming your breast. You let out a sound, both of you not sure if it's to scold him or moan, Jungkook pinches your breasts which makes you whine around him.

Too ashamed to admit it, your heat is pulsing with need and desperation, and for a moment you wonder if you will risk it and let Jungkook have his way with you. Your responsible self is against it though, knowing you barely have the time to get to work just in time.

With your jaw already aching and your spit drooling down Jungkook length, you sneak your hand to his balls as you squeeze, knowing it will just fasten his orgasm. Jungkook breathing gets quicker, his own hips trying their best not to thrust into your mouth as you quicken your pace. A round of curses resound from Jungkook's mouth, a few words of him praising you how good you're taking his cock, he informs you he's close.

"Where do I cum?" he asks breathlessly, orgasm approaching every second. "You want it in your mouth?"

You hum in confirmation. Well obviously, you don't want to get your make-up ruined, you would tell him if your mouth wasn't full of him. And you definitely can't afford to feel his cum on your skin, knowing you would have to take a shower because there is no way you'll go to work with a sticky chest and dried cum on it.

"My little slut," Jungkook grits his teeth and if you weren't busy sucking him off, you would gasp at those explicit words you haven't heard in a while. Again, you feel your walls clenching around nothing and it takes a lot of restriction not to sit on his lap and ride him.

"Fuck."

And then your mouth is being filled with Jungkook's warm and salty cum, your mouth eagerly swallowing it as you slow down your pace, letting him sloppily thrust into your mouth while he fucks himself through the orgasm. Once he's done, he lets out another but loud pleased sigh, head thumping against the headboard.

Pulling his softening cock out of your mouth, your thumb catches some of his cum in the corner of your lips as you suck on your digit, swallowing it just in the right time as Jungkook glances at you.

"You're amazing."

"Of course I am," you cock a brow at him knowingly, grinning as you get off the bed. "Is my make-up ruined?" you ask, quickly gathering your clothes as you start putting them on.

Your lipstick has to be gone, considering most of it is painting Jungkook's cock. At least you chose a nude shade this time.

"No." Jungkook answers, grinning at you as you sigh while you start adjusting your turtleneck.

Quickly making your way to the bathroom to check your appearance, you gasp. He lied. Not only is your lipstick no longer on your lips, it's smeared on the right part of your cheek and your mascara is a little bit smudged. Well, you used to look worse and considering the intense morning blowjob you just gave him, you do look pretty decent. Just not decent to go to work like this.

"Jungkook!"

A sound of cackling is what you hear in return.

There's no time for scolding him, the time on your phone you quickly check shows you're already running a little bit late. You just hope you will manage to still come in time, not wanting to explain to Junho why you're running late. Not that you would tell him the truth of course.

Quickly yelling a bye to Jungkook after you get rid of the smudges and reapply your lipstick, you rush to work and luckily, the road hasn't been that busy which didn't make it even more difficult for you. You manage to arrive just in time which makes you relax.

It's only five minutes later when you sit behind your desk that you realize you never brushed your teeth or used a mouthwash after the blowjob, Jungkook's taste remaining on your tongue. When Benjamin offers you a coffee, you accept it with hot cheeks and a crooked smile.

Jungkook returns back home in the afternoon before you, tidying up the place even if there's not much to begin with. He takes care of the laundry, feeling bad that you've been taking care of it for the past few weeks since he's been too busy to do most mundane things. He's glad he could've gone to the gym for a good work-out at least twice in a week, which is way less frequent from what he's used to.

That's why he purposely scheduled today to be more free, and had only one photoshoot to do before he came back home.

Ironically, he feels more exhausted than he usually does when he's totally busy and constantly doing something productive. But just as he plops down on the couch, eyes searching for the remote to turn on the television, his phone starts to ring.

Jungwon. Well, that's unexpected.

"Hey, bro." His brother's voice resounds from the phone even before Jungkook can open his mouth, noticing he's video calling him.

"What's up, hyung?" Jungkook grins, noticing the background of their living room as his brother sits down.

"You never call, I have to be the one who reaches out to you," Jungwon teasingly scolds him, earning a playful roll of his eyes. "Mom whined about it too. You barely call them."

Jungkook winces at the mention of their parents. "I'm so busy with work, hyung. But I try to call her as much as I can."

"She misses you," Jungwon grins, not saying anything new because she misses him all the time and she tells him every time they call each other. "Me like a good son, told her that."

"Well, you, a good son, live in the same city. At least she has you close." Jungkook remarks, a guilt spreading on his face at the thought of his parents, and mostly mom, knowing she probably just misses talking to her son.

Jungwon notices it though, dropping his teasing as he gives Jungkook a warm smile. "You're her youngest son. Always been her baby." he teases again, causing Jungkook to groan and throw his head back, though there's a smile spreading on his lips.

"I will call her tomorrow."

"I know, I was just teasing you. She is dramatic sometimes."

They both share a laugh, knowing their mom gets super sentimental whenever it comes to her two sons, no matter how old they are. It's true it's been a few weeks since he called his parents, which is longer than usual, though the latest call he had with his mom was anything but pleasing. When Jungkook's mom kept asking about Kiko, inviting them to visit them soon he just had to tell her the truth. Well, a part of it and that is revealing they're no longer together, and this time it's final.

To say she was surprised is an understatement. She was happy when Jungkook told her they're back together, simply wanting what's best for her son and she thought it's her. Surely, he kept a lot of private things away from her which he's not sure if she knew how she would react. Like it was mentioned, she is sentimental and he didn't want to hurt her any further by knowing the raw and cruel truth. At least not through a phone call and to be completely honest, he's not sure if he wants to tell her. It's not something he has thought about a lot.

He prefers not to think about it too much, simply just distracting himself from the unnecessary thoughts.

But he told her and so did he tell Jungwon as well the last time they spoke. He was just as surprised, but ultimately they've all been very supportive and to Jungkook's luck, they weren't talking or asking about it too much which he appreciated.

"How are you guys though? How's Haru?" Jungkook asks, cutting himself from the thoughts as he notices his brother's soft smile at the mention of his precious daughter.

"We're good, that's why I'm actually calling you." Jungwon grins sheepishly, scratching the back of his head as Jungkook raises his brow at him in question, knowing he probably has an ulterior motive for calling him.

"What is it?"

"We're planning a trip to Seoul next weekend, we've never taken Haru there so now that she's older it's more fun because she experiences more things and it's fun for her too. I'm actually planning on surprising Sona and I made a reservation at this very nice restaurant, but you know, I wanted it to be romantic and just us. I know you work during weekends sometimes, but I was wondering if you couldn't babysit Haru for us?"

"Hyung!" Jungkook exclaims, Jungwon giving him another sheepish grin.

Obviously, Jungkook loves his niece and always buys her gifts whenever he sees her, something he gets scolded for by her parents. He loves spending time with her and he misses her, though the thought of actually babysitting her makes him feel a little unsettled. The only people who have ever babysat her were his parents or Sona's.

What if she cries the whole time? He hasn't seen her for months now, the only visual has been through video calling.

"Please, tell me you're free." Jungwon pleads.

"I am but--"

"Please help us. We have barely had time for just ourselves, I really want to take her out on a romantic dinner. I already made a reservation."

"What if she cries? What if she--"

"Jungkook-ah," Jungwon sighs, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Haru absolutely loves you and talks about you almost all the time. She's gonna be fine. So will you."

"I don't know hyung," Jungkook scratches the back of his head, scrunching his nose a little. "Where are you guys staying?"

"I found a good hotel. But the dinner reservation is around seven, I don't know how long we will be there but it's gonna be around Haru's past bedtime, so I would be very very very," Oh, no. "happy if she could stay a night over there. We will pick her up the first thing in the morning, I promise."

"It's not about that and you know it," Jungkook sighs, "What if she really misses you and starts crying or something?"

"Then you will call us and we will pick her up." Jungwon says casually as if it's the easiest thing.

And it is. He doesn't know why he's suddenly so nervous about babysitting his own niece whom he loves very much.

"Fine." Jungkook mutters, rolling his eyes playfully as Jungwon exclaims a loud "yes", thanking his younger brother as if he just saved his life.

He supposes that's what happens when you get married and have a child. There is barely any time for romance, Jungwon's face of happiness clearly says it all.

"No."

"Y/N, please!"

"Jungkook, I'm not a babysitter." you murmur, feet tiredly tapping against the floor as you make your way to the kitchen to get rid of your dry throat.

You've come home later than usual, you had to stay overtime with some of the co-workers, along with Yoongi who kept annoyingly showing his irritation every five minutes. Spending your day in heels for more than a half day, the last thing you expected was for Jungkook to jump at you as soon as you took off the annoying heels, trying to include you into something he promised to his brother apparently.

"But you love kids!" he exclaims, right at your heels as he follows you.

"I do," you nod, pulling out a bottle of water out of the fridge as you open the cap and take a short sip because of its coldness. "What if something happens? I don't want to be responsible for that."

"Nothing will happen," he assures you, "Come on, I thought you loved Haru."

"I do, she's cute," you argue, "But she doesn't even remember me. We were there last summer and ever since then I haven't seen her. How do you know if I don't have any plans for the weekend?"

You take a few gulps before you close the bottle and place it on the counter, met with Jungkook's stare.

"Well, do you?" He arches his brow at you as you purse your lips.

"I don't."

Jungkook scoffs, letting out a sigh as he slowly looks up at you. "Didn't you use to babysit? You've got to have some experiences."

His perseverance wants to make you laugh because this man never gives up.

"I did, back at home and it was a few years ago." you deadpan, causing him to sigh again as he slowly walks to you while you watch him warily.

"I could really use your help," he mutters, thumb wiping your undereyes where the mascara is a little bit smudged but you haven't got the time to see your reflection yet. It's been a long day. "Haru is sweet. She's not a spoiled kid, she's actually very calm and we'll have to babysit her just for a few hours because then it's her bedtime."

You stare into his dark orbs, finding them looking at you with those big eyes and a cute expression that makes you groan. It's not like you're against helping him or babysitting his niece. She really was cute the last time you've seen her.

"Fine." you roll your eyes, Jungkook clapping excitedly before you're wrapped by his arms, face pressed tightly against his chest.

Who are you kidding? Of course you would agree one way or another.

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