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screaminglygay · 7 months

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KINKTOBER day 10

pairing: darkish!marvel ladies x fem!reader, wanda x reader, natasha x reader, kate x reader, yelena x reader, carol x reader, maria x reader

sumarry: you were kiddnapped, but a group of the mightiest herous will save your life and you can´t be more thankful

warnings: kidnapping, guns mentioned, little dark themes, kissing, touching, dirty talk, smut!!!, eating out, nickname "sir", catching somone having sex, voyeurism kinda, slight angst, wanda controlling your mind, and also reading your mind, group sex mentioned, ladies talking about planning on using you, knife play a little, little shitty writting, it takes forever to get into something, oopsies, if anything else - let me know!

word count: 7k

an: our last day! little crazy how time flies, we wont get into it or ill cry, but truly thank you for all the likes, reblogs, shares and comments! im giggling like a little girl, since few of my favs here commented or likes something soooo thank u!!!! sm!

an2: it was fun and chaotic at the same time! i love you all, stay safe and hopefully i wont dip away.:P

(italics = your thoughts)

!MDNI!

Enjoy this last spooky day and be safe!

You couldn´t see anything at all, the only sense you could count on right now is your hearing, which is not much of a helper. All you could hear is the engine running and some soft music playing in the front.

You try to move, but your hands are tied together and so are your legs, trying to remeber what happened made your head hurt, so you quickly gave up on that.

After what felt like hours the car finally stopped. You open your eyes, but it is still pitch black, even when you hear someone open the doors, there is nothing in your sight. Then it hit you, you´re maybe in a box, that´s why it´s so hot and you can barely breathe here.

Trying to feel where you are is a good start and you were right, you are in a box.

Someone opens the back of the car, and you feel that you´re finally moving, they put you down, which wasn´t the gentlest way, but since you´re tied up, these people probably don´t care about your well-being.

"Open it," you hear an old man says.

"Money first," this is someone else, someone who is standing right next to you, you´re still seeing pitch black and that is the most terrifying out of everything right now. Even if your try to run away, you don´t know where to, there could be fifty other guys standing there, so you´re in really shitty situation.

"No. I need to see if she´s alive and if it´s truly her." It´s the first voice again.

"She is, now give me the money."

What the hell is going on? They want my organs? But they wouldn´t want me alive? Or would they? Maybe they need the organs fresh, shit. My organs?

Your overthinking is making your heart beat faster, than if you would run a marathon now.

But is it really overthinking if this is the most possible outcome of this... deal?

"I want to see her. I won´t give you shit, if I´ll found her dead inside the box." The man is clearly mad now.

You can hear someone else coming, it sounds like a motorcycle. "Oh so you brought backup?"

"Me? Stop fucking playing around." You can hear that both of them are unease, their voices are filled with anger and it´s just a question of time, when they will explode like a bomb. You´re hoping you won´t be the center of catastrophe.

The motorcycle stops and you can hear someone re-load a gun.

A gun? Holy shit.

"Oh come on boys? What do you think you´re doing here, hm?" You can hear a woman speaking, her voice has a hint of smokiness and a certain level of strength, making it both captivating and commanding. It's a voice that demands attention and conveys a sense of experience and resilience. You could bet your life that you already heard this voice somewhere.

You don´t really know what´s goining on, but you feel like they´re just pointing guns at eachother, at least that´s what you´ve imagined.

The lady chuckles. "You are all surronded, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide," it was a quiet for a little bit, after she starts to speak again, "I wouldn´t done that if I was you, see the red dots? Yeah I have backup. And yours? Already arested," she adds.

Arested? Oh she´s from the police! Police! Yes!

You can hear how someone is walking closer to you, but from a totally different way then you heard the people talk before. But that is the last think you think of, before you completly pass out.

...

Beep, beep, beep.

Is all you can hear, before you can even open your eyes. You take a few deep breaths and with that, you slowly open them. The light isn´t as sharp as you thought it´s gonna be, so you blink a few times and your already adjusted to being awake.

Looking around give you an answer where you are, the hospital. All of your clothes are on the chair, packed in a plastic bag. So it must have ended good, the lady arested the bad guys and now you´re in the hospital, which isn´t your favorite place, but hey, you could be in a coffin now, so you see it as a win.

You don´t even feel in pain, maybe you´re head hurt a little bit, but you´re used to it. You slowly trace your hand all over your body, but you think you´re all good.

A person coming into your room pulls you out of your thoughts, as you look up at them, you notice is The Natasha Romanoff. One of The Avengers. One of the coolest people in the whole world!

Your eyes widen at her standing next to you with a little smile on her face. "You´re finally awake, how are you feeling?" her voice was so soothing, you feel like she could bring you from dead if that was the case.

As you observe Natasha´s outfit, you can't help but be drawn to her effortlessly cool and edgy style. She's wearing sleek, form-fitting black pants that hug her curves perfectly, adding a touch of boldness to her overall look. The pants highlight her long, lean legs, accentuating her confidence. Her choice of a white tank top underneath the black leather jacket is simple, it shows you just enough of her abs to let you know, that she could kill with them.

"I- uh good. Great. Amazing." She chuckles at your answer.

"So I assume the pills are working." She nods her head and sits on your bed.

"Meds?" A noticable confusion is written on your face and Natasha speaks right away, to ease your nerves.

"How much do you remeber, (Y/N)?" Natasha puts her hand on your forehead to check if you have a fever.

"Um... I remeber being in a box and being scared," Natasha hums, "I also remeber having my hands and legs tied and I- uh remeber and then I just..." you shrug.

"Okay." She nods again. "You don´t have to worry now, we took care of them and you´re safe." Natasha gives you a smile, that did make you feel way better. You knew she was a badass and pretty too, but in person?

She´s stunning, how can someone be this perfect? Like it is not fair.

"Althrough..." she sighs.

"What? Althrough what?"

"We´re not sure if they worked alone and knowing your status, we can´t risk you getting hurt again." She adds.

"My status? I´m sorry, I have zero idea what you´re talking about." If you were confused before, then you don´t know what you are now.

"Oh, detka. They did numbers on you." You could see the concern in her face.

Numbers? On me? What?

"You were missing for few months and when me and the rest of the team found you.. you were unconsious. That was 2 weeks ago, we weren´t sure if you´ll wake up. But you did and that´s amazing news, but we need to make sure, that you are safe." Natasha takes your hand in hers.

After that Natasha left you alone and you were trying to piece the things together, but everytime you tried, you got horrible headache.

What status? Who- what?

...

During the first week, it was only Natasha who came to visit you. Each time you inquired about leaving the hospital room, she staunchly insisted that you should stay and rest. Even though you expressed your boredom and eagerness to step out of the room multiple times, assuring her that you felt better, she stood unwaveringly by her belief that you needed the rest after everything you had been through.

She visited you everyday and you realized how sweet The Black Widow actually is and how much comfort she brings you in those confusing times. But you couldn´t help, but notice what her slight touches make you feel. Touching your forehead to make sure, you don´t have a fever. Touching your hand to get your attention or just putting your fallen hair behind your ear.

She brushes your hair every morning, reads to you, she even brought you a coloring book, which always brought you some sense of comfrot. And if Natasha wouldn´t be the one who brought it out, you would completly forget that something as kidnapping has happened to you.

...

This morning Natasha is not alone, she softly knocks three times as she did each morning and then slowly walks in with another person behind her.

"(Y/N), this is-" You cut Natasha off.

"Wanda Maximoff!" You basically yell. "S-sorry, I just... I know who you are." You sligthly blush at the two women in front of you.

Wanda chuckles. "That´s me. Pleasure to meet you, (Y/N)." She comes closer and shakes your hand, her hand felt incredibly soft, like a gentle caress of silk against the skin, inviting warmth and comfort.

"You don´t know what happened to you, but you remeber all of our names?" Natasha laughs as she teases.

"I mean..." you shrug. "You are The Avnegrs! So of course I know who you are." You look away from Natasha´s gaze.

"Sorry, that was a stupid joke." Natasha put few fallen pieces behind your ear and smiles at you.

"No, no. It´s fine, you had a great point there." You smile back at her. The readhead nods. "I brought Wanda, becuase she will take care of you now, for few days, before the doctors will release you." Nat smiles.

"Oh really? When I´m going home?" You were so glad you´ll be home soon.

Wanda just send a quick eyebrow raise to Nat.

"What?" You look between the two women in the room.

"Detka, you will be released from the hospital wing, but we still can´t promise there won´t be anyone waiting for you outside, so we decided that you will spend some time here, in the compound."

"Oh." Natasha´s words caught you off guard as you really don´t know what to feel now. You couldn't help but blush and feel a bit shy as you heard Natasha call you by that nickname, but at the same time her words made you a little sad, you still have to kinda locked up..

Wanda notices right away, without having to read your thoughts, that you weren´t really sure about this scenario. "But I promise I´m way more fun, than boring Tasha. We can read, play games and after you´ll be on your legs we can bake, cook, I can teach you how to play guitar and many more exiting things!" You smile, that does sound good, but what about all of your clothes and... other stuff you had to have, before that incident.

"We can go shopping too!" Natasha sends Wanda a quick glare as a warning.

"Well... better to be bored than dead, right?" You chuckle, but none of them even smiled at your joke, which was incredibly embarrassing.

"Don´t joke about that, detka." It was the first time you saw Natasha actually mad.

...

You are finally off the hospital wing, Doctor Cho told you that you need to rest and if there is anything wrong, you can call her asap. At the end she is working for the Avengers and getting calls in the middle of the night isn´t something unusual.

Being a week with Wanda was so fun, she told you all the stories from her life, you watched many sitcoms together and her cooking skills are amazing! Anything she cooked for you, you crave for some more. You´re really positive about her putting some drug in the deserts, because everything was just so good and addicting, it´s not even possible.

You two also spent hours on online websites shopping, for your new clothes, boots and everything you needed. Wanda payed for everything of course. Even though she told you, "Don´t worry about it," you still feel bad for spending so much of her money.

You´re currently waiting for Wanda, to walk with you to the main room, for you to meet the rest of the team. You were very nervous, but if Nat and Wanda were so nice to you and made sure you were safe all the time, you believe that the rest of the team is the same.

"There she is!" Wanda comes to you, hugging you closly. Like any other day, she was warm and you feel even better.

"Here I am. But I can take it-" You say as Wanda grabs the one plastic bag with your stuff.

"None of that, malysh. You need to rest."

"This weights basically zero zero nothing, I could-" You met Wanda´s eyes, "thank you for taking my bag." You smile.

"That´s what I´ve thought, malyshka." These nicknames will kill you, sooner or later. The two of you went to the living room, which was a two floors above you. The ride in the elevator was quiet and comfrotable.

Bing.

Wanda immedietly links your hands with yours, which you don´t mind it at all, it´s actually calming your nerves and she knows it very well. There is no need to read your mind, your body is speaking for you this time, with your relaxed posture and the little adorable smile on your face.

"They are nice, but little... hectic and full of energy. If anything, let me know and we can go to the bedroom." Wanda smiles.

"Thank you, WanWan," you smile back, if her and Nat can give you nicknames, you will think of something too. "I think I can manage, um... will Nat be there?"

Wanda smiles at her new nickname and then shakes her head, "Natasha is coming later tonight, you know, Avengers stuff." You simpy nod.

You could hear the other teammates right away, but you hear only women´s voices. You were honestly glad. Not like you don´t like the male Avengers, but... they are still males, so you already felt more comfortable knowing there are only bunch of ladies.

Wanda opens the door for you and walks right behind you. "Ladies, I´d like you to meet someone, someone very special, so please don´t attack her with questions or any other... things." She giggles and you look around and you feel like in a dream.

Carol Danvers, Kate Bishop, Yelena Belova, and Maria Hill are all seated on a comfortable, oversized sofa, while Wanda still stands beside you.

"Hai," you whisper as you awkwardly put your hand up in some sort of a wave.

All you could hear was all sorts of greetings, "Hi! Hello! Oh finally, hey!..." The sudden outpour of warmth takes you by surprise, and you can't help but blush and offer a shy smile in response to their overwhelming hospitality.

"Easy, ladies!" Wanda quickly says.

"Move, Maximoff." The Captain Marvel herself says as she stands up.

"No. All of you are like a bunch of hawks and (Y/N) is tiny, not a chance I will leave her all alone in this." Wanda grips your hand tighter.

You blush as you look at Carol.

"Im Carol, nice to meet you, (Y/N)." She smirks at you.

"I- I know... and you are Maria, Kate, Yelena," you smile as you point at each of them.

Wanda giggles. "She is our big fan," she explains.

"Ohh, is she?" Maria finally speak, "do you kow the rest of the ladies?"

"The rest?" You look at her, not knowing, who is the rest. "You´re living here with everyone? Like everyone? Where are the guys?" you obviously have many question.

"Most of us do, but sometimes there is a mission of world so-" Carol is cut off by Maria.

"Don´t start with this bulshit, Danvers. Like you´re something special, just because you can travel to space..." The brown haired girl rolls her eyes.

"I didn´t say I´m special, you did." Carol winks at her. Wanda leans closer to you and whisper right into your ear. "This is a daily basis on here, you´ll get used to it," she giggles and so did you.

"To answer your quiestion fully," Kate clears her throat, "all the ladies live here, all of us got room and it´s just like a never ending sleepover." Kate chuckles, she is probably the same age as you, or little older, which makes you feel better around everyone.

"And no. There are no guys. Is that a bad thing?" Yelena says without zero emotion in her voice.

"No! No, no, no! I mean I bet they are great, but I´m into girls. I mean... as a fact, I think you guys," you point at them, "just do it better. Way badass, smarter, faster, everything is just waaay better, you know?" you tried to save youself, but it didn´t work at all. Even Yelena has a slight smirk on her face.

"You were right, Maximoff. She is cute." Yelena nods towards you and Wanda.

"So you´re into ladies?" Kate smiles.

"No, yes. I mean yes, but I didn´t mean it like that in the previous context," you answer her.

"What was the context then?" Now it was Wanda speaking right into your ear.

You are quiet for a second and then just shrug, "I guess i didn´t want to talk shit about the male Avengers." you chuckle.

"Don´t worry, we won´t tell them." Kate laughs.

"Well... if you know a lots of things about us, isn´t it fair for us to know little something about you too?" Carol sits on a couch next to Maria.

"Go sit, malysh, I´ll bring you something to drink." Wanda sligtly pushes you towards the couch, when her hand leave your lower back, you already miss her touch.

You sit between Kate and Carol, while Maria stares at you with a slight smirk. So you quickly look at the youngest Avenger, and you can already tell, that she´s really exited to talk to you and get to know you better.

You sit nervously between Carol and Kate, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the attention. Carol leans back confidently, a smirk on her face. "So, what's your thing, hobbies, what´s your favorite food?"

"Um, well, I like uh, reading. And I enjoy cooking as well."

Kate is like a exited pupppy. "That's cool! Any favorite books? Oh, and, do you have a go-to pizza topping?"

Wanda comes back with the water and place it on the table, giving Kate a stern look, "easy Bishop," then she sits on the chair right in front of you.

"I love reading fantasy novels. And, for pizza, I'm a sucker for pepperoni."

Maria and Yelena, watching you, listen intently, their interest evident in their expressions.

Carol smiles, "That's awesome. We should have a cooking night together sometime. What do you say?"

You and Wanda make eye contact "Well... I already planned that with Wanda, so..."

"Oh really, Maximoff? We´re already calling dibs? That is not fair." Carol rolls her eyes.

"Or all of us can cook together?" You smile at Carol.

"Carol in the kitchen is the worst way of dying, so it´s a no for me." Yelena mumbles and leaves the room, Maria following closely behind. "Agreed."

"I can teach you! The simple things are not that hard, right Wanda?"

The girl infront of you just sighs and nods, "Sadly it´s not."

"Oh come on, don´t be so harsh on her, I bet it´s not that terrible... right?" You feel more and more comfortable with all the ladies around you.

...

"It´s not that terrible, right?" Wanda mocks you as you see flour flying, ingredients get mixed up, and the result is far from what the recipe intended.

Wanda and Kate exchange amused glances, but they both maintain their composure, trying not to laugh. You, though, can't help but chuckle, as you didn't expect this level of chaos in the kitchen.

Carol, with a sheepish grin, looks at her culinary creation. "I promise, I'm better at saving the world than making food."

"You better be, Danvers." Wanda smirks as she smacks her dirty hand on Carol´s ass, leaving a white mark on her black sweatpants.

"Oh you´re so in, Maximoff!" Carol turns around and runs for her, to get her revange.

You and Kate burst into laughter, all in good spirits. Despite the kitchen disaster, the shared experience brings the group closer together.

You jump on the messy kitchen counter, smiling from ear to ear. "That was... fun."

Kate nods and turns to look at you, "yup." She moves closer to you and touch your nose with her finger from... butter? You guess. "But at least now you see why is Wanda doing all the cooking. Sometimes Nat, but mostly our witchy." Kate is being very close to you know, her hands resting on your thighs.

"Fair point." You look down and blush, "maybe we should start cleaning?"

Kate shakes her head, "Wanda does a little poof and everything is clean, don´t worry about that."

"If Wanda survives." You point out.

"True." Kate chuckles.

"You have very blue eyes." You don´t know where this comment came from.

"I do, yeah. And you have very y/e/c eyes, (Y/N)." Kate is now whispering.

Nodding your head seem like the only good idea, since you don´t trust your voice at the moment.

"Would you like me to show you around and maybe later show you my room?" Kate asks, while staring at you.

"Oh are you flirting, Kate Bishop?" You roll your eyes at her.

She tilts her head, "what? You have such a dirty mind, miss (Y/N). I am not flirting with you, you would notice if I would." She squeezes your thighs and step away from you, "you going or what?" She smirks at you.

And with the most dramatic groan you jump off the counter and follow her through the compound.

...

After Kate showed you around, you were positive that you need a map, because there is no way you would remeber all the catacombs and shortcuts. No way.

And final stop, Kate´s floor. Warm, soft light streams into the room from a string of fairy lights above the windows, creating a cosy atmosphere. In one corner, a leather chair and a sleek, modern desk scattered with papers from her most recent missions indicate her dedication as a superhero. A collection of classic bass guitars in another corner, all neatly organized. Her two worlds—the life of an skilled archer and the spirit of adventure of a young hero—combine in balance in the room.

"Oh my god- it´s so cozy in here!" You smile as you look around, seeing all the bows and special arrows on the wall. "Wow," you mumble as your hand wants to touch her black bow with silver ornaments on it, "may I?"

"Go ahead, I don´t use these." She smiles.

Your finger traces those shapes up and down, but your attention switches into something else, many pictures on the wall made you giggle out loud, "No way! You have Halloween nights here?!" You look at a few pictures on the wall, but one catches your eye right away.

As you gaze at the Halloween picture, you can't help but smile at the fun and creativity captured in the snapshot. In the center, Kate Bishop stands proudly, dressed as a demon, her costume is complete with horns, pitchfork, and an impish grin that perfectly matches her cocky spirit.

To her left, Maria Hill is a regal Queen of Hearts, her costume rich in detail, from the heart-adorned scepter to the ornate, card-themed headdress, giving her an air of authority with a playful twist. That she has even without this costume.

Beside Maria, Natasha Romanoff stands as the Queen of Spades, her costume exuding an air of confidence. Her attire is a perfect blend of elegance and danger, with a spade symbol adorning her crown. And of course, her one and only iconic smirk.

Wanda Maximoff, on the other hand, adds a touch of the Wild West to the group as she confidently portrays a cowboy. Her fringe-trimmed jacket, wide-brimmed hat, and toy six-shooter holster create a vibrant, yee-haw Western charm.

Carol Danvers, in contrast, takes on a divine role, embodying a goddess with her shimmering costume and ethereal accessories. Around her waist, a gilded belt cinches the gown, emphasizing her muscle figure. It is adorned with intricate patterns and symbols that hint at ancient mysticism. Her accessories are no less impressive – a tiara with sparkling gemstones graces her brow, and her wrist cuffs shimmer with a radiant energy.

Finally, Yelena Belova channels her inner child (kinda) as she steps into the shoes of Lara Croft. Her outfit mimics the iconic video game character's attire, complete with dual holstered pistols, a utility belt.

"You thought we´re boring or what?" Kate walks up behind you.

"A little bit." You admit, "but this looks so fun! I´m quite upset I´ve missed that."

"Don´t worry, you´ll get an opportunity. But I´ll bite, what would you dress up as?" Kate voice sending shivers down your spine.

"Hm..." you turn around, "I take Halloween very seriously, so..." you try to think. "Well since Wanda was a cowboy, I would go as a reversed cowboy. You know, put a little UNO reverse card on my head. It´s funny and also good effort." You giggle.

"Oh, sweet sweet (Y/N), you´re wilder than I thought," Kate chuckles, "I like that idea, now I´m quite upset too, you would be such a fun to our little party." She winks.

You´re stomach feels like it´s filled with butterflies, that are trying to get into your whole body.

"You feel my flirting, huh?" Kate smirks again.

"Oh shush, I don´t want to boost your ego." You want to turn around, but Kate grabs you by your waist.

"You don´t need to, pretty girl."

"Kate..." You´re glancing at her lips, then back into her blue eyes and then back on her lips.

"Hm?" Kate knows and you know that she knows and that makes you even more frustrated.

"I- I don´t know what to s-" you barely whisper.

"Then don´t say anything, I´ve got you. It´s all good, you´re safe with me here, okay?" Kate whispers and with you nodding your head, Kate leans in and your lips connect. Her lips are incredibly soft. Second ego, you were shy around the archer, but now, you want more, you crave more. She´s holding your hips, her strong grip making you feel secured and that´s all it matters now.

As you found yourself captivated by the enchanting presence of the Bishop girl, it was a moment of shared intimacy, and none among you were present enough to recognize the subtle observe of the Witch and Captain. The door had been unintentionally left ajar, providing an unanticipated point for the two observers. From their concealed perch, they had a front-row seat to the scene. This unintentional voyeurism presented a silent spectacle that would be etched in the memory of all involved, forever preserving that delicate moment.

"Really? Bishop is the first one?" Carol whispers, and Wanda gazes at her with a mix of understanding and frustration. She senses the storm in Carol, and it resonates with her because she feels the same emotions. Deep inside, Wanda hoped she would be the first to share that intimate moment with you. She had been so close, with Natasha temporarily away, but fate had other plans, and Kate Bishop claimed the coveted position first.

"Look, Carol, she´s really into it." Wanda´s jealous thought disappears, as she sees you pulling Kate closer and slightly biting her lip.

"How many weeks did Natasha said to wait? 8-9? And we will discuss it? I knew it was bulshit." Carol chuckles.

Wanda smirks and takes a picture of you and Kate making out, sending it straight to Natasha, with a message on it 'What if our new plaything is not waiting?'

After literally 5 seconds, Wanda´s phone lit up with a new message from Natasha, 'omw.'

...

After your pretty heavy make out session with Kate, everything was different around the compound. Kate was by your side almost every minute and the other girls were as well. Everyone but Natasha. You didn't know if you did something wrong or if she had just a lot of avenger's work, but you wanted her attention.

“I wouldn't go there, right now.” Maria says as she somehow appears right behind you.

You were just about to knock on Natasha´s door to her office. Due to Maria, you pull your hand away, “why?”

“She´s just not in the right mood now.” The agent explains.

“Well, me neither, so-” you turn around and knock three times.

“You´re really stubborn, huh?” Maria chuckles and turns around, walking away.

“I already told you that I don´t have the time for your-” you hear behind the door, until the door opened, “oh, it´s you.” Natasha´s voice went from raspy angry spy to nice Natty, who used to brush your hair every morning, when you have been in the hospital wing.

“It´s me.” You smile a little and without another word you step inside her office.

Natasha watches you; she tilts her head waiting for your next move.

“I kinda invited myself, sorry. But I have a question.” You give her office a quick glance, nothing original, just a big modern office, with lots of paperwork everywhere.

The view is special though, you can take in the lush expanse of the garden, every detail from the blooming flowers to the trees. And beyond the garden's beauty, the panorama stretches out to reveal the entire cityscape. Skyscrapers rise majestically, their windows reflecting the sunlight, while the urban landscape sprawls in all directions. “I´m listening.” The redhead closes the door.

“Did I do something wrong? Or... like why don’t we talk anymore? You barely look at me when you come into the room, I just- did I do something wrong? I know you have a lot of work because the people who tried to... you know, but uh- like what's going on, Natty?” The nickname slips out and you don’t even notice, but Natasha did, she always notices those small details.

You can hear her sigh, that´s never a good sign.

Shit.

“Detka, sit.” She nods towards the chair in her office, and you quickly did so. “It´s not like I don’t want to talk to you, I do. But I just thought that you´re already taken and I do not mess into someone else's business.” That was a lie, another one, that you can´t catch on.

“What do you mean?” You quickly mumble, feeling like a kid who did something bad, since Natasha is standing above you now.

“You and Kate.”

“We- we uh are not dating, if that’s what you're asking.” You blush.

“I'm not asking, (Y/N). But I would appreciate if next time you would be honest with me.” Natasha turns around.

“But I am! We are not dating, we- are just friends.”

“Friends?” Natasha turns back to face you, looking down at her phone scrolling, trying to find a picture that Wanda send to her. “Is this what friends do?”

Shit, where did she get the picture?!

“I-” you can't find any words that would help. You feel horrible, even though you didn’t do anything wrong, or did you?

“I need to work now, to keep you safe, remember? So... if that´s all, see you at dinner.” Natasha looks sad, incredibly sad in fact. She opens the door for you and without anything else you leave.

After few minutes of standing behind Natasha´s door, you decided that you need to blow off some steam and the Avengers compound has everything, so some boxing and sauna after don´t sound like a bad idea at all. Even though you had a boxing class like once in your life, you´ll manage, at least that´s what you hope.

…

It was not actually that bad, you feel exhausted, but also little better, hoping that sauna will do the rest of the magic.

What you didn’t know is that you're not the only one craving to ease your nerves there.

As you open the door you see quite a pleasing sign in front of you, Carol Danvers eating out Wanda right in the sauna, where you wanted to rest. You are like a deer caught in the lights, before you can say anything, the witch notices you and smirk.

“We have an audience, Captain,” she whispers between her moans.

Carol turns her head, and her eyes meet yours, “wanna join?” the blonde one chuckles as Wanda slaps her hand playfully.

You don´t answer, you´re too occupied staring at Carol´s well-defined arms, you can see her veins, which switch something inside you.

“Earth to (Y/N),” Wanda chuckles, “would you like to finish me, malyska?”

“N-no, sorry! Shit! I didn´t know that- you uh- it will be occupied!” and with that you run away.

“She was staring at you.”

“She was basically drooling.”

“Oh please! Don't let it get to your head!

“Do you want to cum or not?”

“Yes, captain.”

“Then shut your pretty mouth.” Carol smirks as she dives back into the witch´s sensitive spot.

…

“I didn’t know Carol and Wanda are dating,” you sip from your newly opened water bottle.

“Um... they are not.” Kate looks at you.

“I´m pretty sure they are,” small giggle is escaping your mouth.

“How so?” The taller girl tilts her head, “I´ll bite.”

“I found them in the sauna together!” You look at Kate, “and they were... you know...”

“Naked? Well that´s usually the scenario in the sauna, (Y/N).” She laughs.

“I mean yeah they were naked, but they were... being close, intimate!”

Kate is obviously not catching what you're trying to say.

“They were fucking, Bishop.” Yelena says as she enters the kitchen. “Carol has pretty high sex drive since she´s ‘off planet’ most of the time.”

“Oooh!” Kate says as she understands you now, but she does not look shocked.

“So, they are like friends with benefits kind of a thing?”

“If you want to label it, then I guess.” Yelena shrugs and you blush, imagining what you have seen earlier.

Carol and Wanda then enter the kitchen as well, you don´t dare to look into their eyes, but you can feel that they are staring at you. You can bet anything in the world that they are also smirking. “What´s for dinner? I'm kinda hungry.” Captain Carol says.

“You´ve just ate, Danvers!” Kate says it in a teasing way, which makes Wanda giggle and Yelena smirk.

“But I would still eat some more, what do you say Bishop, you up for it?” the blonde one tilts her head. But even the chuckle she lets out sounds like she means it.

You are too stunned to speak or even move a little. You see Natasha and Maria coming to the kitchen as well, hoping one of them will save you from blushing and slowly melting away. The trained spy notices your shy behavior right away. “What did you do to our little one?”

It´s like she pushes the small ‘argument’ you had away when she sees you struggling.

“Nothing!” Wanda says.

“Yet.” Carol ads.

“She just caught Danvers and Maximoff fucking in the sauna.” Yelena explains.

You instantly want to leave the room, not that you would be uncomfortable, but you can feel yourself getting too excited, just being with these women in one room is too much to handle, talking about sex? Seeing them have sex? You´re questioning how are you still alive.

“Detka...” Natasha starts, all eyes are on you right now.

“Hm?” Is all you can menage to let out, hoping it would satisfy all of them, but you´re wrong, shockingly, right? The Black Widow clears her throat, and your body automatically makes you look up at her. “I didn´t meant to, I just... wanted to use the sauna and Carol with Wanda were just there um-”

“If I clearly remember Wanda and I were both inviting you, so I don’t see the issue here.” Carol smirks at Wanda.

You bite the inside of your cheeks, hoping it will calm you down.

“There was a moment that I thought you would join us, malysh. And I think that you do too, am I right?” The witch knows exactly what your thoughts were about, she´s pushing you to just admit it.

“Um- no! No, not at all. No. I was- definitely not.” you shake your head more than you should, but you can´t help it. Trying to make it more believable, but you're failing, miserably. “Not that I think you don´t look great, you do! Your bodies were- are phenomenal! But uh-”

You are cut off by Wanda slapping Carols hand, “I told you she was staring.”

“And I told you, she was drooling,” Carol sends you a wink and you quickly look away from her.

“Okay, ladies. Give her a second and you,” Natasha locks eyes with you, “how about we move to couch, you will sit down and take a few deep breaths, alright detka?” The redhead smiles at you as her soft hand touches you, leading you to the living room. You can just nod, but you're happy, because Natasha doesn’t look mad or upset anymore, actually there is this look in her eyes, you can´t quite point a finger what it means, but her eyes kind of shifted somehow.

After a few minutes of Natasha saying sweet nothings, you calm down a bit, she whispers, “It´s okay to look, you know. No need to feel shy about it. Honestly, we all do appreciate a good compliment, especially from a pretty girl like you, (Y/N).” And there it is again; your cheeks are flushed, and your heart is beating fast again.

“How about we all help? To make you feel better, that is what you want right?” Wanda comes in, her hands slowly massaging your stiff shoulders.

“I- I don’t want to bother you, or like-” you stutter out, your mind being a little fuzzy, you just feel tingles all around you, in you, everywhere.

“Shhh, we promised we will help you out, so just let us.” Wanda whispers in your ear.

“Or not and we will find our way.” Maria finally speaks. “Besides, it would not be fair, Kate already had her time with you, and we all are good friends, we share things. That´s just how it works here.”

You look at Kate, who's now standing in front of you, looking down at you with a smile on her face, that is telling you, that she does not have any regrets of throwing you into the cage full of hungry tigers. Infact, she looks like a kid on a Christmas Eve. Suddenly, your mind is craving any touch.

What's going on?

‘You want this, shhh, you´re safe. Everything is okay. Just enjoy this.’

I want this. So much.

‘That is right, malyshka.’

Wanda nods, giving a signal to the rest of the girls. Kate immediately knowing what to do, she basically sprints out of the room to get some stuff from the ‘Avengers special room’, it´s not even a minute and she's back with some ropes, wand, few straps, and handcuffs.

It´s your first time with them, so they don’t want to overstimulate you that much. Other toys for other days.

Maria takes the ropes and starts to tie your hands together, putting them above your head, “Keep them there.”

“Yes, -” you stop yourself and Maria raises her eyebrow, she knows that you wanted to use your manners and address her by a title, but your little messy head does not know which one to use.

“Sir.” She smirks and you nod a little.

“Yes, sir,” you give her a little smile, it makes so much sense, that this is her title.

“Already being so good?” Natasha kisses your forehead, going to the kitchen and making sure she's putting the phone in a good place for the perfect angle of her little movie.

Lots of things are happening and you feel people touching you all over your body. Hill finishes tying your hands together and she comes to Natasha, both of them are saying something, but you can't hear at all. Your attention is now on Wanda and Kate, they are slowly tying your legs together, is hot, but adorable at the same time as the witch is teaching the young archer how to do the perfect knot.

Carol is already without her clothes, having only a big strap on herself as she is adjusting the harness and even though you saw her naked already, you don’t think you could get enough of her.

Suddenly there are some lips on yours, when they pull away, you notice it´s Yelena, you smile at her instinctively. She is a bit harsh, but you actually like it that way, and both of you know it. “Have fun, when you´re done here, come to my room. Understood?”

You nod, again, “Understood, yes,” you whisper.

Yelena just smiles a little, and slaps your cheek, which caught you off guard, but it sends shivers down your body, making your pussy even more wet. You´re positive that you´re already making so much mess.

Carol finally comes to you and picks you up, without a word she places you on the table in the living room, making you the center of attention. But you don’t want her to let go of you, she's so warm and her strong embrace is making you feel like the most secured person in the entire milky way.

“Don´t worry, malysh. Captain is very cuddly after sex.” Wanda sends you a wink as her and Kate finishes the tight knots on your legs.

Natasha comes with a knife in her hand, slowly cutting through your clothes and with a slight smirk she says with such a rasp in her voice, “who wants to go first?”

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kteezy997 · 2 months

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I’ve never seen someone do this with Timmy so :

Maybe reader is a masseur and when she massages timothée things get spicy

Oh fuck yes I love this

massage room//t.c.

warnings: workplace smut, handjob, male and female receiving oral sex, doggystyle, cumshot

Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head when you looked at your schedule for the day. Did you read it right? Your last appointment of the day was Timothee Chalamet. As in uber famous Hollywood actor, Timothee Chalamet? Was this even real?

You peeked out into the lobby of the salon, and there he was. In the flesh. Like a tall drink of curly-headed water.

You couldn't believe it. Whoever took the call to make his appointment just jotted his name down, like it was no big deal? How was no one else among the salon employees aware of who was coming in? For he was the most beautiful and talented movie star since Elizabeth Taylor.

You were just stunned at the whole situation. But you had to get yourself and your massage room together, because his appointment time was inching closer.

You were anxious to meet him, as you had been watching him in movies and crushing on him for years now. But you drank some cold water and tried to calm yourself. You were a professional. He was only a typical client. A very hot and sophisticated client, but it did not matter. He would get the same treatment from you as any other person.

You walked out to greet your client; you saw him relaxing on one of the couches in the lobby sitting area. "Mr. Chalamet?"

He shook his curls out of his face as he looked up, smiling.

"I am ready for you. My name is y/n, you can follow me." you smiled politely back a him, trying to not dwell on his charm.

"Perfect." Timothee said, standing up from the couch.

You turned on your heels, leading the way to the back room.

...........

You entered the room, Timothee right behind you. "Thank you for coming in, Mr. Chalamet. I hope you enjoy your experience today."

"Oh, you can just call me Timmy. And the lady I talked to on the phone highly recommended you, so you must be one of the best here."

"Oh, well, I don't know about that, but I will do my best to make you feel better." you turned to face him, "Are there any problem areas for you that I need to give special attention to?"

"Ugh, yeah my back muscles have been really sore lately."

"Okay, sounds good. I assume you've been working on your feet a lot?"

"Yes," he combed his fingers through his hair, "feels like I've been working nonstop lately. Sorry if I seem tired, it's cause I am." he chuckled.

You giggled, "Hopefully I can get some of that stress out of you and you'll be feeling more comfortable. Now, you're scheduled for a one-hour massage, so I'll be working on your full body. I'll give you a moment in private to undress down to whatever your comfort level is. And I'll have you start out laying on your front."

"Is it okay if...I'm naked during the massage?" he crooked an eyebrow at you.

You nearly blushed at the thought of him naked, then you caught yourself, "That is perfectly acceptable. It is most important that you are comfortable. I'll be back in a couple of minutes, Timmy."

"Sounds great, y/n." he smiled softly, starting to take his jacket off, his eyes wandered down your body.

You almost forgot that you needed to leave the room. "Oh, sorry." you laughed at yourself, leaving the room quickly. You could hear him chuckle lightly at you.

Timothee Chalamet had checked you out. You were certain that's what he was doing. And you were going to put your hands on his body?? NO! You are a trained and certified professional. There was nothing sexual or erotic about what was to happen in that room. This was your job. You were providing an innocent service to this man. Right?

.........

You gave Timmy a short amount of time to get undressed and then get comfortable on the massage table, then knocked on the door.

"I'm ready, you can come in." he called from inside the room.

The sound of the calming spa music and the mist from the humidifier in the room brought you to your senses. This is what you did every day. Timmy was no different than any other client.

You found him lying on his stomach as you had instructed him. His cute little bubble butt exposed. You shook your head, getting rid of your filthy thoughts. You then took the blanket on the table and covered him up to his waist with it.

You didn't speak as you lubed your hands up with lotion. You almost always remained quiet during your massages, so that the client can be at their most relaxed state.

As you pressed your hands into his muscles, you said, "If the pressure is too much, just let me know."

Timmy hummed an, "Okay." underneath you.

You went into your massage routine, finding the hard and tender spots up in his shoulders. As you worked out his knots, you took notice of his smooth, pale skin, and his many sprawling freckles all along his back. He didn't make a sound or move at all as you got the deep kinks out, and you knew that they had to be painful. "Be sure to drink plenty of water this evening, to flush out all of those knots, Timmy." you said.

His body was built thin, but his muscles were firm. He was healthy and strong, you could tell. You moved around toward his feet to massage his legs. His calves were tight, so you gave them a good kneading with your fingers.

Next were his feet which were rather long and bony. But they weren't smelly or hairy, so you were glad. Timmy actually smelled quite nice, like soap and a little bit of musk.

"Okay, Timmy, you may turn over onto your back now. Take it nice and slow." you said, as thirty minutes had gone by, and you had finished his back side.

He did as you instructed, slowly turning over to lay on his back. As he settled comfortably, you tucked the blanket along his waistline again.

Timmy's eyes were closed, so he didn't see you bite your lip as he turned over. His chest and abs were super defined. You imagined your tongue running down the lines and valleys of his body, and flicking over his tiny, cute nipples.

You pumped some more lotion into your hands, warming the cream between your palms before spreading your hands over his chest.

You heard a soft, contented sigh leave his throat. You smiled, please with yourself at making him comfortable. Thus was the goal of the massage therapist: to soothe your clients.

"You're great with your hands, y/n." Timmy said, opening his eyes under hooded lids and looking at you.

"So I've heard." you answered, running your fingertips under his collarbones.

"Is it weird if I watch you work?" he asked.

You swallowed, continuing your hand movements along his chest. "No, this is your appointment, sir, you may do as you wish."

"As I wish?" he repeated. You could practically hear the smirk toying with his lips.

"I just mean you should do what makes you comfortable." you moved up, pushing your fingers into his shoulders. The more he talked to you, the more nervous you felt.

"Are you always so professional sounding, y/n?"

"When I am on the clock, yes, Mr. Chalamet." you answered, rubbing and massaging his upper arms.

"What if I paid you to stay after you got off the clock?"

You blushed, but kept your poise, "Well, if you're paying me, sir, am I not on the clock still?"

"Touche." he said simply, then rested quietly, closing his eyes for several minutes as you massaged his forearms and his hands.

You fought the urge to nibble and suck on his long fingers. As you circled your thumbs into his palm, you stared idly at his hands, wondering how his fingers would feel inside of you. Gently, you set his arm down on the table.

You moved down slightly to work on his abdomen, and then his lower body. You rubbed your fingers in your taught patterns along his abdominal muscles, mentally reminding yourself that you were a professional. Though Timmy's previous offer gave hints to something perhaps not so professional.

"What are you thinking, y/n?" came his soft voice, "And be honest." It was as if he had known you for years and could see right through you.

"Um, nothing, sir, I'm just working." you made a feeble attempt to resist the temptation of this man. He was winning.

"I think you're lying." his tone was slightly harsher now. "Are you thinking about my cock? Don't lie to me." He moved up, propping himself onto his elbows and looking at you.

Okay, it was time to play. "Hmm, maybe I am, Mr. Chalamet." You looked at him.

"Well, you should know that I can't stop thinking about your tits. Not even those scrubs can hide how nice they are."

"Really? You think so?" you teased, placing your hands over your boobs.

"Yeah." he replied, tucking his tongue between his teeth cheekily.

"Well, Mr. Chalamet,"

"Timmy." he corrected you.

"Timmy," pushed your hair back off your shoulder, trying to exude confidence, "you show me yours; I'll show you mine." you grinned.

"Take the blanket off me." he demanded.

"Hm." you hummed, leaning over and pulling the big, white blanket off of his lower body, leaving him totally exposed. His cock was long and half hard already. You were genuinely intrigued by the size of him.

"Now take your clothes off." he ordered, not making a move from the massage table.

"So bossy, Timmy." you teased, but shed your uniform and underwear anyway.

The instant your breasts were free, he groped them, "Fuck, they're so nice." He pinched each of your nipples between his long fingers.

You were turned on the second he touched you, and you started to get wet. "Should I massage your cock for you?"

"Yes, please." he answered, leaning back on the table again.

You got the bottle of lotion, and he watched you pump some straight onto his cock. You then set the bottle back down and wrapped your hands around his length. You worked your hands up and down on him, slowly at first.

You looked at Timmy's face as you stroked his cock. His eyes closed, lips pressed together, he let out a "mmm" sound. He began to move his hips upward to meet the rhythm of your hands.

You rolled your wrists back and forth, creating a tight friction on his smooth cock. The lotion worked wonderfully for a hand job. Timmy's cock got fully hard for you, and you had never seen a cock stand so tall. A tiny bead of precum seeped out of his tip. You felt desperate to taste it.

You leaned forward to put your mouth around the tip of his cock. You put your tongue on the saltiness of his precum, then swirled your tongue around him. You took your mouth off of him to lick a stripe from his base to the tip, then you put him back in your mouth to suck.

You moaned at how good his cock felt sliding in and out of your mouth. Timmy kept a firm grip on your hair. You gently massage his balls with your hands, then used your tongue on them.

"Oh, y/n." Timmy cooed.

You licked you hand and jerked his cock again, looking at his shiny, slick body all lubed up from the massage. You licked the head of his cock, then said, "You know, looking like that could get a man ridden to death."

"Yeah?" Timmy raised his brows, "Well, let's see." he made the "come here" motion with his fingers.

You took the invitation to climb onto him. You straddled his waist, and held his cock as you sunk your pussy onto it. His cock introduced a massive pressure inside of you. "Fuck, Timmy." you sighed.

He put his hands on your hips, digging his fingers into your skin.

You grabbed onto his abs, then softly started moving to and fro, getting a feel for his cock, letting it stretch you. You picked up speed, riding him fast, having an image of riding a bull in your mind. You whimpered at the pleasure his cock gave as it hit your g spot.

"Up and down, please." Timmy huffed out the request.

"Yes sir." you said, grinning as you bounced on his dick. You could hear the slapping of damp skin on skin, your ass hit his thighs over and over. You cursed again, tightening your hold on his body, probably scratching him, but he didn't seem to mind.

You felt Timmy's hand gripping your hips, and he slowly started to shake you back and forth as you were fucking him up and down.

The head of his cock hit your g spot with each thrust. It was immaculate. It was pleasure like you hadn't known before. You cried out, you squeezed your breasts, as you trembled on the brink of orgasm.

You knew you were coming, you stopped your movements, pressing your hands onto his chest so you wouldn't fall. You nearly collapsed onto him, huffing and puffing, trying to catch your breath.

Timmy put his arms around you and gave you a kiss on the side of your head. Without a word, he got out from under you.

You felt an instant sense of cold and emptiness once his skin was no longer on yours and you thought that he was going to leave.

Before you could even process it happening, Timmy grabbed you, pulling you to the edge of the table. You gasped as he brought your ass up.

He spread your pussy lips from behind you, and you felt his warm breath on your clit. He swiped his tongue over your pussy, his hands squeezing your ass as he did so.

Your body shook as you were overwhelmed with pleasure.

Timmy suckled your clit between his lips, then dipped his tongue onto it. He did it over and over again, in a pattern that drove you crazy. You moaned his name like he was God.

His mouth left your pussy, but he quickly replaced the sensation with a swift push of his cock all the way inside you, making your toes curl.

"Oh, my fucking god." you purred, taking a grip onto the blanket beside you.

Timmy held onto your waist firmly as he pumped his cock in and out of you. You could hear him breathing hard and grunting. "Do you fuck all of your clients, y/n?"

"No!" you cried. He thrusted deep into you, making you pause before you could say another word. "I've never done anything like this before."

He grabbed your ass by the handful, ramming you hard and fast now, "I knew you were a good girl, ahh, I could just tell." He leaned onto your body, pushed you down onto your chest, then drilled into you.

You moaned wildly; the legs of the massage table creaked as the table shook. Timmy might break the table, but you didn't care.

"Fuck." he muttered, pulling his cock out of you.

You raised up, looked behind you to see him jerking himself and he came in white streams on your ass cheek.

Timmy groaned in the most feral way. Coming down from his high, he looked at you.

You giggled as your eyes met, you couldn't believe the filth that just transpired in your workplace, and how much you loved it.

"I'll be coming back here for sure." Timmy declared.

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mew ^3^

chap.iv | THE SAME AIR. [wc.1.3k]

interview time ^0^

you anxiously sit cross legged in the back room, waiting to be called into the interview. you did find it a bit strange that there were three other men with you..and that you were all being called in at once. a few minutes pass and a black haired male comes out of the office with a pen and pad. “yn, jeno, jisung and taehyun?” he calls out. you look up, as well as the other guys with you. you all nod in sync as a response. “great! i’m chenle, one of the instructors today.” he says, smile plastered on his face, “follow me back here, i’ll get you all settled in.” you get up and follow behind the ‘pack’ of men in front of you. when you enter the office you’re hit with a strong scent of hibiscus and mint. “take a seat over here.” chenle leads you all to a sofa.

you four sit down, waiting for the next instruction. “first, we want to build a team here. one that the cats, and customers can rely on for support.” he begins, “so i’d like all of you to get to know each other more! take some time to introduce yourselves.” you look over at the boys next to you with a slight concerned look. this isn’t exactly what you signed up for, jaemin wasn’t even anywhere in sight. you were slowly starting to regret this. but out of respect you nod and do what chenle has said. the tallest one, yet shyest it seemed began. “uh..hello, i’m jisung..mm, nice to..meet you all?” he speaks slowly, yet his voice is so soothing.

the rest of you greet him, then another one goes next. “hi, hopefully future coworkers. i’m jeno, great to be here!” he says with a smile on his face. you like his energy, he seems very kind and playful. someone you’d enjoy working with. and finally the last among the group introduces himself, “i’m taehyun. i guess it’s good to meet you all..uh, yeah.” he was very bland and straight forward. it somewhat intimidated you but..now it was your turn.

“ah..hello. i’m yn, it’d be a pleasure to work with all of you.” you say softly, yet a small smile on your face. you really didn’t want a job at the moment, but for some reason that stupid worker was calling your name. yet he wasn’t even here. “okay! well, bonding and communication..can be worked on later.” chenle says with an awkward chuckle. “how about i tell you all the rules and then i’ll pass you onto the next section?” you all nod and give your attention to him

he gives the basics of the rules, a run down of what to expect, and how to keep the cafe a safe place for everyone. once he finishes he stands up and opens the door, “everyone can go through here. you’ll meet the next staff member and the cats while you’re here.” you all stand up and go into the next room. you four stand awkwardly in a clump while waiting for the worker to show up. you hear arguing and rustling towards the back of the room, you look around to see if anyone else noticed it. when you were about to ask something the door flung open and two people came out still looking angry with each other.

your heart rapidly started beating as you saw blond hair and a tall figures back facing you. when the two turned around you were somewhat relieved and somewhat nervous to see jaemin. you couldn’t help but smile a bit in relief that he was going to be here today. “hi! sorry for the delay, someone doesn’t know how to do their job.” the girl says glancing over at jaemin. you can’t help but notice jeno chuckling with jisung as the girl and jaemin bickered with each other. you felt strange, like something was up. “anyways, i’m gowon! i’ll be showing you around here.” she says with a smile.

“i’m jaemin, i’ll introduce you to the cats and the functions of the equipment, food, and much more.” he says, looking directly at you. your heart flutters as you continue to keep eye contact with him. he quickly breaks it to continue his words.

the walk through has passed, everyone seemed pretty tired at this point. you had already had your one on one meeting with another employee named sungchan. by now it was 6:30 and getting dark. you bid your goodbyes to everyone who helped and the other guys who were with you applying. you sit outside of the cafe waiting for mark to arrive with your ride, ten minutes pass and he still wasn’t there. you began getting anxious and uncomfortable seeing as the employees were still closing the cafe and everyone else was gone. you tried calling mark but there was no answer.

“oh you’ve got to be kidding me.” you sigh out, feeling defeated. you don’t know what to do, your ride isn’t picking up or with a sight to be found. you contemplate going into the cafe and asking one of them for a ride. honestly it was your last option of getting home safely, you walk back up to the cafe’s doors opening them quietly. that stupid cafe bell at the door just had to ring alerting the employees behind the counter. they all turn to you, you stood there awkwardly not knowing what to say now. “oh hey yn, what’s up?” chenle asks, “what brings you back?” you sigh in deeply before beginning to speak, “i know we’ve only just met..but my ride isn’t picking up and he’s not even close to here..” you pause, “would it be too much to ask one of you for a ride home?”

they all look at each other, back at you, then to jaemin. “jaemin can!” gowon says, “he’s about to leave anyways, right?” she says, glaring at him. jaemin looks at her with a confused look, but quickly catches onto what she’s implying. “ah, yes! i am. i can take you home yn.” he replies. you can’t believe your ears, jaemin, taking you home? you barely even know this guy yet your heart is beating rapidly and excitement fills your body. “thank you, really.” you say smiling at him. “no worries, let me get my bag and i’ll meet you in the front.” you nod and exit the cafe once more.

you stand nervously at the curb outside the cafe, waiting for jaemin to pull up. a few minutes pass and you see a white car pull up to you, the window rolls down and reveals jaemin. “you can come in,” he says unlocking the car doors. you nod and open the passenger seat sitting down hesitantly. you buckle in and quickly glance over at jaemin. “thanks again.” you mumble. he smiles while focusing on the road in front of him, “it’s my pleasure really. you did a great job today by the way, i’m sure everyones gonna agree to having you.” he replies. you can’t help but blush at his compliment, you mumble out a ‘thank you’ while hiding your face a bit so that he can’t see your red cheeks. the ride feels tense, not in a bad way but just really awkward.

you both arrived to your home, he parks his car right in front of your driveway so that you have a safe route in. “well..thank you! i hope to see you soon.” you say opening the car door and stepping out, “you too yn, stay safe tonight!” he says before you close the door and wave to him through the window. you quickly run inside your house and close the door behind you. you can’t help but squeal into your hands and smile like a dork at the night you’ve had.

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erosdsire · 8 months

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— A bar, a cigarette, and old friend ! James Potter x reader

★ Summary: you run into James after not seeing him in years and he offers you a cigarette. (1,516 words)

★ Warnings: 18+! Smut, afab!fem!reader, reader implied to be in 20s, vaginal sex, smoking, sex in an alleyway (exhibitionism), fingering, orgasm denial, dom/sub (dom!james), James being cocky (what’s new), overuse of italics cause I’m dramatic.

"Hey, trouble," you remark, taking a seat at the bar.

James looks up a moment, a smile painting his face when he notices you. "Should've known," he says. "no one else calls me that."

You laugh, nodding. "yeah, you don't let them."

he shakes his head. "No," he sighs out. "no, I don't." he hands the gentleman on your side his drink. "So, what you doing here, sweetheart?"

you shrug. "was in the neighborhood, thought i would drop by."

He gives you a look. "If i remember correctly, your exact words when you left were, 'I will never step foot here again!'" He raises his voice and points his finger to add flare.

You laugh. "How dramatic!"

"Exactly you." he nods. "care for a drink?" he glances at the clock. "or a smoke break?"

Anything, if you're offering. "break sounds fine."

James smiles, a genuine, ear-to-ear smile, and he turns to call for someone to take over for him. When someone finally comes out, he grabs your arm, leading you to the back door.

It's something cliché and familiar- an old. locally owned, bar with a rusty and anxiety provoking alley-way behind it. You had been there before, probably about a million times, and each time you left you found yourself hoping you'd return one day.

hopefully, for the same reason you were there before.

Regardless of how you felt about the rest of the town, this bar would always hold a special place in your heart. Somewhere only nostalgia would find you.

“So,” James starts. “How you been?”

You take a moment to think. Truth be told, you hadn’t been the best. A previously broken heart and a lost job. Not to mention the countless times you’d been told off by your professors for being late or for seemingly just existing in their presence.

If you were being honest, you weren’t just ‘passing by’. This town was now your last resort.

“Well,” you sigh. “You know…” James hands you a cigarette, letting you bring it to your lips before lighting it for you.

He gives a small chuckle. “Know what?”

“It’s… shitty.”

he blows the smoke, swinging his arm as it falls to his side. "Oh?" he says. "How?"

"just is, i guess." you shrug. "Shit happens, you know?"

"Is that why you're back in town?"

You take another drag. “Possibly.” You smile, earning one in return.

“Need a place to stay?” He asks, a cockiness to his tone you grew to miss being away from him so long. He annoyed you to death, but you certainly loved him.

More than he knew.

You laugh. “Only if you’re offering.”

He steps closer to you, and suddenly you’re backing against the wall. “And what if I am?” He’s lifting your chin with his finger to get a better look at your face— studying what he’s doing to you, and whether or not to keep going.

You hum. “Hm. Depends.” You put the cigarette out on the wall behind you, tossing the butt somewhere on the ground as he follows suit.

He smiles, his hand moving to cup your face. “On?”

“If I can kiss you.”

And that’s when he did it. He kissed you, hard. His lips are soft, softer than you remember, and you wonder if that has anything to do with your time apart.

But he was just as good, if not better, and so you melt into it, letting your grasp on reality shift as he grabs your waist to pull you closer.

He had only kissed you once before. That was the agreement— sex without intimacy, or rather, romance. And to be quite honest, it was torture.

The moment he kissed you the first time had you head over heels, and you’d have it no other way— especially not now.

James hums against your lips, pulling apart just for a moment to speak. “Let me go further,” he says. “Please, god, I missed you so much.”

Your only response is to pull him back to your lips as you grab his wrist. Smiling into the kiss, you press his fingers against your needy pussy.

He groans, slowly adding pressure as his fingers ghost your cunt through your jeans. “Unbutton ‘em for me, will ya, sweetheart?”

You do as your told, but you’re not even done yet before he’s shoving his hand down and under your panties, feeling around til he finds the spot that’s got your mouth hanging open and your knees ready to buckle beneath you. His other arm is wrapped around you, keeping you steady.

“Are you alright?” He asks, and you smack his arm in return. “What?” He laughs.

“I’m—”

“You’re…?” He mocks.

“I’m fi-ine.”

He brushes further down, testing the waters, until—

“Oh,” you sigh as he slides a finger in. Then another, down to the hand. He curls them, searching again, and he finds the spot with ease.

It takes everything in you not to scream. And he knows it, he knows what he’s doing to you, and he knows the sheer power he holds over you in this moment, but he doesn’t care. All he wants to do is make you feel good.

In and out, in and out, over and over again.

He’s holding you against him, tight. He groans as you tighten around him, your walls fluttering fast and hard around his fingers as he brings you closer and closer to what you were hoping he brought you back here for in the first place.

From the very second you laid eyes on him your pulse had moved south. He’s grown, gotten more handsome and mature, and you swear his eyes have never shone so bright.

“Hold out for me, yeah?”

You shake your head and he laughs. “No, no,” you gasp. “Let me, please, Jamie, please.”

“I said no,” he says. “You know the rules.”

“Please—” but he’s pulling his touch from you, from everywhere as he backs away from you.

You’re practically throwing yourself at him, getting yourself closer to him again, but he grabs your wrists, stopping you.

“Are y’gonna behave?”

“Yes,” you reply. “I will behave.”

James smiles, flipping you so you’re facing the wall as he pushes you to it. “Hands on the wall, you know the drill.”

He’s tugging on your bottoms, pushing them down just enough, and does the same to his own. His fingers brush your pussy and he laughs when you gasp and jolt. “Already so wet for me.”

“All for you— just for you.”

“That’s a good girl,” he cooes as he lines himself up. “Such a good girl.”

You jump as he pushes in, and he grabs your hips to keep you steady as he starts a slow pace. Each draw of his hips has you pushing your hips back in search of the pleasure.

Each thrust of his cock has him hitting spots you never even knew existed, and it’s somehow better than before. He leans down over you as best as he can and all you can do is focus on touch and his heavy breaths.

You sigh each time he pushes in, inhaling as he pulls out. It’s as if he’s breathing your life with every thrust.

He picks up the pace, placing one hand over your mouth in an attempt to silence you as your mouth falls open in a silent O, the other hand darting down between your legs, beginning slow circles over your clit.

“Please,” you start to beg. “Please, James.”

He chuckles. “I’ll get you there, baby, I promise.”

The pressure in your belly has you believing him. It builds hard, fast, and when it finally pulls apart, you thank anyone who would listen that his hand was over your mouth, and that he was the one doing this to you.

Pleasure builds and pools in your veins, in your breath, and James knows it. Your walls flutter around him, getting tighter as he nears his end too.

And when he does, he’s grasping at your skin, shoving himself deeper into you. As deep as he can go, and yet it’s not deep enough. “God,” he curses.

James stays like that, and he wishes he could stay forever. But just as he has the thought, there’s a knock on the door beside you.

He groans, and you laugh. “Yeah?” He says.

“Are you alright? You’ve been out there for awhile.”

He laughs. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine!”

The person on the other side chuckles. “How about that girl you took with you?”

He pulls himself from you, pulling his pants up before doing the same to you. His eyes meet yours, and all you can do is nod.

“Yeah, she’s good! I’ll be back in a minute, alright?”

The guy hums in response before you hear him walk away from the door.

“So,” you start.

James smiles. Another ear-to-ear smile. One that has your stomach twirling. “Yeah,” he replies.

“Are you still offering your place?”

He pauses a moment. “Maybe.”

You smile, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Pick me up when you get off work?”

“Deal.”

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lelengerine · 8 months

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I'm down bad for mark+ celebrities au 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

thinking 'bout you

pairing | idol!mark x idol!reader

genre | celebrity co-hosts au (if that’s a thing), a lot of fluff and comforting, mark addressed reader as dude once

wc | 0.6k

notes | thank u sm for requesting on my drabble event hehe <33 i hope you enjoy reading this and hopefully its along the lines of what you wanted !! likes, rbs, and feedback are highly appreciated :D

this is part of my drabble req event here!

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as one of the hosts for the year-end awards event, you are currently residing backstage in a location grander than any you have ever seen. and though the outfit assigned to you looks absolutely pristine, it does little in actually giving you comfort to last the entire night.

in your hands are cue cards you’ve been practicing nonstop for the past few days, now feeling anxious as the time ticks closer to the actual event. this was a ceremony broadcasted nation-wide and you didn’t wish to be deadweight your co-host needed to pick up.

“y/n, you ready?” a voice abruptly brings you out of your thoughts, turning towards its direction to find mark calmly approaching you. he was your chosen co-host for the event with a few years more experience than you. this gave you all the more reason to hate the idea of messing up and becoming a fool in front of someone like him. “hey… are you good?”

“hm? yeah, i’m fine. just a little nervous, but i won’t let you down!” your determination is oddly enough endearing to him, a lopsided smile now grazing his lips.

“i know you wont, y/n.” he answers back with a soft chuckle, the sound of it easing the tensions within you. “come on now, you were chosen as a host for a reason.” he adds, nudging your shoulder lightly.

“thank you for the flattery, but if i may ask, how do you look so relaxed all the time? i wish i were like you.” you admit with a sheepish expression, and he looks at you a little dumbfounded.

“me?” he points at himself almost animatedly, eyes widening. “oh dude, if you knew what’s going on inside my head right now- i think you’d say otherwise.”

he puts it lightheartedly, but deep down, you understand he’s rather in the same predicament as you, trying to find a form of relief from the panic before the event actually began. and for some reason, that revelation calmed you down more than anything has — you weren’t alone in this. he’s your co-host after all.

“then that makes both of us.” you state with the hopes of providing him that same comfort, and he seems to acknowledge the meaning behind your words. “it does.”

“you know,” he starts, “i’ve heard that thinking about someone you like really helps the stage fright. i used to only think of my parents before going up on stage, but maybe i’ll change it up today and think of someone else.”

you feel a prickle of heat up your cheeks, thoughts in your head running the idea that he could be talking about you, but your logical self told you that could only be utter nonsense.

“you’ll change it up today…?” you repeat slowly, wanting clarification on his words. “does that mindset really work?”

“it does if you believe in it enough? does that sound silly?” he cranes his head a little to the side, shyly rubbing his nape.

you immediately shut down his worries, shaking your head. “not at all! i’ll try it if you say it works. i just don’t know if i have anyone in mind yet.” with that answer, he beams again, opening his mouth to reply but one of the staff members manages to speak before he gets to utter a single word.

“y/n, mark, it’s time to head up. please make sure you bring your cue cards.” they instruct, now waiting on you both to lead you up the stage.

“oh- well then, shall we?” he politely offers his arm out for you to hold, one you take graciously.

“we shall.” you answer with a grin, knowing you’d take mark’s advice to think of a person you like as a way to calm your nerves, and that person might just be him.

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danses-with-dogmeat · 2 years

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I love love love how you write! The little details you add into your reacts are amazing <3 I was hoping to ask if you haven't done so yet, what would the romanced companions say in their own version of the "Hi Honey" holo tape? It could be them making their own tape for any reason or to replace the one the SoSu's spouse made becuase it was destroyed or buried with them, it doesnt matter, just thought that would help the angst/comfort factor 😅 have a good day, love <3

Fallout 4 Companions' Versions of the "Hi, Honey" Tape

Okay, I adore this <3

It's a.... bit more angsty than I meant it to be, but it's all happy and fluffy underneath, so, you know... kinda my forte 😅 And also some of them are... more romanced than others, as you'll see, so just a heads up on that. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Also, I tried kind of a different format for this one, almost like you're reading the subtitles/script for the holotape, so hopefully the unique format makes this one interesting 😁

Oh, and just a quick TW for mention of suicidal thoughts/actions!

Cait:

"Oi, ya fucking-- Does this damn thing even work?"

*exasperated noise*

"Alright. There, I think that's done it."

*muffled adjusting*

"Okay."

*sigh*

"Hey. Sole... I uh, I don't really know how to tell ya everything I'd like to... Before I go through with this, you know. I'm not sure what's goin te happen, but I wanted you to know one thing before I go inte that machine, since... I don't know, I might not come back out as meself. Or, or even at all."

*deep breath*

"I just, in case somethin' happens, I want ya te know..."

(pause)

"I love ya."

*short chuckle*

"I know, sounds strange comin' from me, I'm sure, but... It's the truth. I do, and I have, for a bit, but... I'm not really sure why it took me this long te tell ya. Maybe cuz I was scared. Scared that I'd scare ya away."

*Huff of breath*

"Me? Scared? I know how it sounds, trust me, but it's true. I was... worried about losin' ya. Cuz, truth is, Sole, yer the first person who actually seems to give a damn what happens te me. You know this, I've told ya, I know, but even me own damn parents didn't give a shite about me. An' the ghoul, well, he only ever considered what I could do for him. Knew how to keep me hooked, to keep makin' him money. But you... I had my doubts, I'll be the first to admit, but... You've looked out fer me better than anyone, and you did from the start, with nothin' to gain by doin' so."

(pause)

"I don't know why ye did it. Almost scared me off, the thought of someone bein kind te me fer no reason at all. Thought you were gonna end up worse than all the rest, because there was no way you were just bein' that nice with nothin' te gain from it. But I was wrong. And I've never been so damn glad te be wrong in me whole life."

(pause)

*Deep breath*

"An' I want ye t'know one more thing... I knew about this machine. I knew about it a bit ago. I could've gone with someone else, could've gone on me own, even. Maybe I wouldn't have made it out alive, but it didn't really matter te me at the time. And neither did gettin' clean. I told you I'd been trying to get sober for awhile, but nothin' was workin', and that wasn't a lie, but... Before you, I didn't really want te get clean. There was just..."

(pause)

"There was no point to it. Get clean fer what? I didn't want to feel anythin'. Well, anythin' but the rush of psycho. Couldn't feel anything if I was off it, I was so damn numb to the whole world... But you... you changed that. Somewhere along the way, when I was with you, I felt... somethin' else. I want te feel that again, but I want te feel it all. No psycho, no nothin'. Just you. And I'm hopin' you feel the same, but if you don't... It doesn't matter too much. I just... I wanted you te know."

(pause)

*huff of air*

"So there. I said what I meant to. You heard it. An' whether or not ye feel the same, I... I just hope it means somethin' to ya."

*click*

Curie:

"My love! Look at what I 'ave found! Or... Listen to it, rather."

*giggling*

"But isn't zhis wonderful? I can now tell you 'ow much I love you! Zhough, I do suppose I say it quite often... Still, what better day zhan zhis? I know zhere are many who no longer observe zhis holiday, but it is our first one together and I wanted to do something special. I thought of many possible zhings to gift you, since I feel as zhough I simply could not give you enough!"

*laughter*

"But zhen... I settled on zhis idea... I want you to listen to zhis recording, any time you are not feeling at your best, when I am not around to help you, or whenever else you feel like it, even when I am in zhe room next to you, you will have zhis at your disposal."

"I just want you to know 'ow much I care for you. You are zhe one who saved me, who made me not feel so alone in zhis new world, who helped me not to be afraid. I was afraid, mon amour, you remember. I was afraid to go out on my own, so you stayed close to my side, I was afraid I could never follow my dreams, zhat I could not become who I am today, afraid I would never be able to be with you, to feel all zhat I do when you are near and beside me. I would not be myself without you, I would still be in zhat 'orrible vault, would still be afraid and alone..."

(pause)

"But I am not, and it is thanks to you. You are... zhe most beautiful person I have ever come into contact with. The kindest, the most loving, zhe gentlest, and you are zhe one I love, when I did not know I was capable of such feeling! You made it so, my lovely Sole, and I could not be more grateful to share all zhese new-- all zhese so very human experiences with you. I love you, vers la lune et retour."

*giggles*

"It is amazing zhat I can say such things and mean zhem! I had heard about love, had read about it, and knew of zhe chemicals and such, but to feel it, to say zhese things, to know why I'm saying zhem, who is making me feel zhem, it is a wonderful feeling, mon cheri/e."

(pause)

"Oh!"

*shuffling paper noises*

"And I almost forgot! Comme c'est drôle de moi... I have a poem to read to you! It is one I read from a novel long ago, I had to dig to find it, to make sure it was correct. I did not understand it zhen, not as much as I do now, but now, it is all zhe more beautiful."

*clears throat*

"Je dédie à tes pleurs, à ton sourire,

Mes plus douces pensées,

Celle que je te dis, celles aussi

Qui demeurent imprécisées

Et trop profondes pour les dire"

"I can translate as well! Do not worry! It just sounds so belle en François. What it means is, zhat I dedicate my sweetest thoughts to both your tears and your smiles, all of my thoughts, zhe ones zhat I say to you, and zhe ones I 'ave no words for, zhat are too imprecise. Even zhose thoughts zhat are so deep zhat you cannot say zhem aloud, even zhose go to you, mon amour. I dedicate so much to you, because you 'ave given me so very much since zhe day you and I met. It does seem rather small in comparison, just zhis little poem, after all you 'ave done, but it is zhe truth. I love you so much, my Sole. 'Appy Valentines day."

"Love, Curie."

Danse:

*clears throat*

"I know I'm not very good at these sort of talks in person, and... I'm honestly not sure it'll be any better through this tape. But I feel like I have to try."

"I'm... Well, let me just preface this by saying that I'm sorry for what happened today. You weren't meant to... Well, let's just say that I should've thrown that tape recording away a long time ago. That same day that I recorded it, even. And if it's any consolation, I never paid the contents of it any further mind after our talk at the Bunker. When I think of it now, I..."

*deep sigh*

"Knowing what I do now, what was to come... I can't believe I would've just... Just ended it."

(pause)

"Everything was so jumbled then. After I found out what I was, I felt so lost. My existence, without the Brotherhood, it felt so... purposeless. The words on that tape... they just helped me get everything off my mind. Helped me feel like there was a way out of all that uncertainty, as rash as it may seem in hindsight."

"Then you appeared below the surface. Even with all my defenses... I don't even know why I put them up, if I was just planning to...

*sigh*

"It's not a day I like to remember."

"You are what made it bearable. Not just that day, not just my... whole self discovery, but everything. Without you, I wouldn't have only been dead, but I would have been lost. Everything I truly believe in, all that I've worked for... I felt like less than nothing when it was all stripped away. Along with my identity. My personhood. But these past couple years... you've built me up again. You've made me into something-- someone I can be proud of. Helped me make the difference I thought could only be achieved through the Brotherhood, and I don't know how I'll ever be able to thank you for all that you've given me."

"My life, my belief in myself, the courage to move on when I felt I had nothing, that I was nothing... But I was wrong. I was always wrong. I never had nothing, not even on my darkest days, when I wished beyond reason that I could crawl out of my own synthetic skin. Even on those days, I still had you."

"The day that you confessed your feelings to me was the first day that I began to question a few of the core beliefs of the Brotherhood. With the overwhelming strength and certainty of my own feelings for you, I wondered how the Brotherhood could ever consider me-- my kind, to be soulless abominations. Every day my feelings of fondness for you grow stronger, and every day I stray away from the belief that I'm nothing but a mere machine. I never could've done that without you."

"Ever since the day I met you, I've felt like... somehow, our fates have been tied to one another. Like I was always meant to know you. And it might be strange, to phrase it that way, to think that some... higher power pulled the strings in such a way to ensure our meeting, our friendship, o-our love, but if it hadn't turned out that way... that tape I made would be in the Brotherhood archives, and I would be..."

*exhale*

"I just hope that my presence in your life has yielded even a fraction of the happiness, security and support that you provide me with. If so, it'll all have been worth it."

"I hope what I said on this tape doesn't make you uncomfortable, I-I know the subject matter is quite upsetting, but if I can offer further consolation, the tape in question no longer exists. I erased it, in favor of this message. I thought it would be... symbolic. The way our love for one another, and my dedication to you has erased the negative feelings I had for myself, that almost drove me to complete ruin. I apologize again for what you heard on that tape, and it pains me to know you felt guilt for not being able to do more after my... self discovery. The truth is, Sole, you were the only thing standing between me and the ending that that tape promised for my life, and I could never find a way to thank you for all that you've done for me."

"I love you, Sole. More than I thought could ever be possible, even before finding out that I was a synth."

(pause)

*clears throat*

"Anyway, that was what I felt I had to say. I know it was long winded, and I... well, I never know quite how to end these conversations, but I suppose it's worth saying it again. Thank you, Sole. For giving me my life back. The rest of it belongs to you."

Deacon:

"Csssshhhhk this is your captain speaking, yeah, we're gonna be traveling at around fifty eight thousand feet in a minute here, so just wanted to tell you to get comfortable, drop those trays, get out those peanuts, oxygen masks, space suits, and--"

*muffled laughter*

"No, but anyway... Hey Sole, it's ah, it's me. You're favorite crimefighting deathbunny, and partner in all things inappropriate. I... just wanted to make this... I know we don't have the same type of job security or workers' compensation from before the big booms, so just y'know, like an insurance policy, especially now that there's all this added paperwork with our little developing relationship status, it just felt important, y'know? Another record to dust off one day. And... I wanted to be sure you could always have a way to hear my lovely voice, my bad jokes, my flawless singing, you know, just in case... I know how much you'd miss it."

*sighs*

"Look, I... I know it hasn't always been easy, everything you've been through, to add all my problems to the pile. The trust issues, the compulsive lying, those pesky little intimacy problems that make things extra fun, and... I could go on, but I'm afraid the tape would run out of space."

"I guess, what I'm trying to say is... Thanks. Sole. You're everything I needed and never deserved or expected. I had this plan, this idea of what the rest of my life would be like, and you just--"

*breaks into laughter*

"You just waltzed right into those catacombs and blew those ideas to smithereens. Shot 'em down with your charm and your selflessness and good looks, and man... I didn't stand a chance. I can't believe you chose me. You coulda had anybody. Even Carrington, if you kept at it, but you chose to love me, even with how... difficult it must've been-- must be..."

"I still don't know why you did it, but I've never been more grateful in my life. You're my partner in crime, my fellow deathbunny, my bestie, and now you're my husband/wife?! ... It's crazy. Crazy awesome, and I... I never thought I'd tread that kind of path again, not with anyone, and I wouldn't have... if it weren't for you."

"Ahh, you. You're just... The best, and I love you. I know I don't say it enough, and when I do, I don't sound serious. But no matter how uncomfy it makes me feel to say it aloud, it's true. I love you, Sole."

(pause)

"But alright, bestie, I've gotta go. I'm about to have the best sleepover of my life, with this awesome person, I'm sure you know them, and I'm really feeling like I'm gonna get lucky. You can't see it, but I just winked at you. Anyways, wish me luck, and I'll... I'll see you in the field."

"Deathbunny out."

Gage:

“Hiya there boss… It’s…”

*under his breath* “I hope this damn thing is even recording.”

*snorts*

“But, it’s me. Jus’ wanted to say some stuff…"

*sighs*

“Look, it’s tough for me, I’m sure you know it more than most, but, it’s tough for me to reach out like this. I never… Well, you know this too Sole, but, I never done this sorta thing before. With the relationship and the… I don’t know, man, the arguments. Before, well, fights like this usually meant the end of things, but you said that ain’t how it’s supposed to be. We’re supposed to work through this shit, somehow, and so I… I guess I figured I’d start with this.”

*deep breath*

“I’m sorry. Sole. There, okay? I’m sorry for bein’ an asshole, for not givin’ you enough credit, not remembering that yer new to this whole raider thing, this whole Overboss thing. And that… well, you’ve probably never been with someone like me before. I sure as hell’ve never been with somebody like you, but… What can I say? It’s hard to find folks like you out here anyhow. You’re your own breed, boss. And that’s far from a bad thing. Jus’... Well, you know me. If you’re your own breed, I’m a goddamn mutt. I’m rough around the edges, not used to tryin’ to make things work. I’ve solved a hell of a lot more problems with my knife than I have with my words, but… I wanna… Well, I wanna make things work this time ‘round, boss… Sole… I mean, you know how I feel about ya, and I… I ain’t never had anything like this, and I just don’t know how I got along so long without you, cuz… Well, Sole, cuz you just make everything better.”

(pause)

“I mean… my life’s not worth a whole lot, that ain’t no mystery or nothin’, but when yer in it… It feels like somethin’ worth having. Not like the rest of my life, oh… stumblin’ around looking for scraps of quick fixes that could make me forget how little my life really means, but… having something worth holding onto, worth bein’ around for… that’s what it’s like with you.”

*dry chuckle*

“And to think, I was stupid enough to think that one little argument was worth losing all this over. Worth losing the only thing in my life that really makes it worthwhile. Cuz that’s what you are, baby. That’s what you are to me. Even though I don’t say it a whole lot… It don’t mean that I… That I don’t mean it, you know?”

*sigh*

“I can’t be the easiest to get along with, I’m sure. I’m so damn hard-headed most of the time, and I always act like I know what I’m talking about, which… Well, you know that usually ain’t the truth.”

*chuckles*

“But somehow you got the patience for all this. All my shit. And… I may not always be the sharpest knife in the drawer, or whatever the saying is, but I know what I got with you. I know what you’re worth, baby, and it’s more than I got, and I know you bein’ with me at all is a charity, but… Well dammit, I hope I got some worth to you too, cuz I just… I need you now, Sole. I wanna be worth the headache and the patience, and I wanna work through the fights and learn how to make it up to you. I never had this before… I never felt this way about no one. I don’t wanna lose it. I can’t… lose you. Things jus’, well, they just wouldn’t be the same…”

*deep sigh*

“I know I’m going ‘round in circles a bit here, but you know apologies ain’t really my strong suit. An’ neither is all this mushy stuff, but I’m trying all right? I’m trying for you. And I’m gonna keep on doing that until you tell me you can’t stand it no more. It’s just the kinda reckless, hard-headed, stubborn fool I am, Sole. Gonna keep telling you how you changed it all for me, how you’re so damn incredible it makes my chest hurt, how I… Well dammit. Guess I’ve gotta say it now, huh? Look, there. You did it boss, you got it out of me. Damn near slipped out before I could even catch it too. Nasty little words, but… It’s never been truer. I love you Sole.”

(pause)

*comical sigh*

“And while we’re at it, might as well say I’m sorry again, too. There. You got both outta me. Got it all. There’s nothing left for you to take, baby, all my cards just out on the table like that and I forgot how to fucking bluff.”

*soft chuckle*

“Nah, but… I mean it, Sole. I ain’t nothin’ without you. Next time we fight, just pull this shit outta your pocket and I’ll shut right up, I promise. And… If I’m ever not sayin’ all that… All that I should, if I’m being an ass like I do sometimes, just listen to this while I’m off sulkin’ somewhere. Cuz it’s true. It’s all true, and no amount of me bein’ pissy or stubborn is gonna change that... Is gonna change the fact that… Well, dammit, I do, I love you, Sole.”

(pause)

“Greedy bastard, you’ve gotten it outta me twice now, so you should be all caught up for awhile… Just don’t use it against me too often, okay? Don’t abuse this shit, or you definitely ain’t gonna hear it as much, I’ll tell ya that.”

*chuckles*

“Alright, don’t know when this thing is gonna run outta tape, but it’s bound to be close. I’ll, ah, I’ll see ya soon, baby.”

*click*

Hancock:

"Heya, Sunshine. It's, ah, it's me. I know it hasn't been all that long since we've seen each other, and I know you're busy. Hard being the hero all the time, hard being the best person there is in the Commonwealth, I get it. But I wanted to tell ya, that... I miss you. I miss you when we're not together, from the moment I see you leave through the Goodneighbor gate, I'm already turning to tell you how much I'm gonna miss you, before I realize that you're gone. That's how bad it is, sweetheart, I-I talk to you even when you're not here."

*chuckles*

"Maybe it's cuz I'm a little nuts, or something, I don't know. Either way though, when I'm alone like this, jus'... thinking about you, I wish I had a way to hear that pretty voice o' yours. So, I thought we could make somethin' like this. Just a reminder, that I'm thinkin' about ya, I'm wishin' you were here, even though I know it's important that you're away."

*sighs*

"Still doesn't change that I want you back here by my side. Or to be out there with you. Kickin' ass. Making a difference. Watchin' you in action, if you know what I mean, heh. Yeah."

(pause)

"Damn this hurts. I get it. I do. I know you have to be out there. I know I can't go everywhere with you all the time, an' I don't mean to make you feel bad, baby, not at all. Jus' want you to know. Know how much it affects me when you're not here."

*sniffles*

*forced chuckle*

"Fahrenheit even notices. Says I'm no fun when you're not around anymore. She's had to drag me outta bed a few times this week... Yeah."

*shaky breath*

"Sorry 'bout this, Sunshine. Sorry if it doesn't make much sense. Brain's kinda foggy right now. I don't mean to make ya feel bad, you know? Jus'... just wanted you to know."

(pause)

"Shit, already said that, huh? Damn, it's just, it's true. I miss you, I love you, baby, and I want you with me all the time."

*muffled* "Oh Jesus. What are you doing?"

"Nothin,' Fare, go on."

*Fahrenheit* "Who are you talking to?"

"Sole. Now go on. Not done yet."

*Fahrenheit* "Sole? Hancock, Sole's not--"

"I know. Leaving a message for 'em. When they are here."

*sigh*

*door closing*

"Jesus. See? Goin' crazy over here, with her hoverin' over me. Need you, baby."

"Now... what was I sayin'?"

*laughter*

"Sorry it's so all over the place. This is what you do to me."

*a breath*

"There's just one thing I'm gonna ask from you, baby. You can go, I know you've gotta sometimes, just... come back. Alright, Sunshine? Come back to me. Do what you gotta do, but just know, now, that I've got you. You're part of the package. The coat, the hat, my whole look, the talk, my title, everything that makes me, me, now you're in that. I can't--"

*sniffles*

"I can't be without ya. Not for good, ya hear? So all I gotta know, is that you're gonna come back to me. Just... Try and think about that when you're out there on your own. Don't take the risk if you don't have to. You're good, baby. The most selfless person I ever met, and I love that about you, but... don't make the sacrifice, okay? I know I'm bein' selfish, but I ain't a saint like you, so I'd say it's pretty on-brand."

*soft chuckle*

"Just don't... Jus' come back to me. That's all I'm saying. It's all I need, okay, baby? Just need you..."

*sigh*

"Think I should probably let you go now, huh? So you can get back to bein' a badass, an' all that. Just one more thing though, before you set this tape aside... I love you, Sole. Just need you to know that, if you haven't listened to anything else on this tape, just know that. I love you, and... I'll see you soon."

MacCready:

"Geeze I hope this thing works..."

*fiddling noises*

"How do you even know if it's recording? Is that...? Hmm."

(pause)

"Okay. Well, here goes nothing."

*Clears throat*

"Hey, Sole. I, ah, I hope this works, because I've got a few things I wanted to... um, say. Wow, geeze, really off to a good start here, huh? I just hope this dang thing is even recording."

*chuckle*

"But if it is... Well, I just wanted to say... thanks."

*soft sigh*

"Truth is, I wouldn't even be doing this if it weren't for you. Maybe one day, yeah, it was always the plan to go back to Duncan, to be with him, but... I never thought I'd be bringing him back to a family. It was... one of the reasons I think I was putting it off. I mean, what do I have to offer? As a dad I-I'm doing my best, but... Is it enough? Will he be lonely with just me? Can I look after him as well as I want to, as well as he deserves? Is he going to be happy, with just me? And maybe he was, and I worried for nothing, but... With you, the decision was so much easier. And..."

*deep breath*

"Well, without your help, I... I might not even have been able to ask those questions. Duncan might not have... You know."

(pause)

"But you helped me. Even when you barely even knew me."

*laughter*

"I didn't think there was anyone like you out there, who would just help me, and not expect anything in return, I didn't think I'd ever find someone out there worthwhile. I mean, after the Gunners, well, they made it hard to see the good in the world, and even when I met you, I know I was... Well, I was a bit of an ass, huh?"

*chuckles*

"But that didn't seem to phase you. No... I don't think anything I could've done would have scared you away for good, once you saw how badly I needed you."

"And that's why I love you so much, Sole. You put other people before you, and you don't expect a damn thing in return, and it's so... Gosh, it's so weird that you do that, I've never met anyone like that, and I've never met anyone like you, and I didn't think, honestly... I never thought I'd be able to fall for someone again, after everything, but... I never saw you coming. And I mean... I'm a sniper. So I've got good eyes, you know."

*breaks into laughter*

"Sorry for that one. Sort of. But I can see that face, without you even being here, I can see that amused but... disappointed look you give me when I make those bad jokes. Those 'dad jokes' as you call them."

*more chuckling*

"I love you so much, baby. I didn't think I'd ever be able to say those words again. To say those words and-and mean them, but I can. And... I know you felt the same way, about loving again, after everything you've lost, but... I'm glad you found me. In that dingy old underground bar, where I almost got my butt whooped by those Gunner clowns, where I was spending all my hard-earned caps trying to drown out my problems... You pulled me out of that, and probably saved my life... No, you did save it, cuz without you, if I'd lost Duncan too, I just... Yeah, I wouldn't have been able to go on much longer if I didn't have him. If I didn't have you."

*sniffs*

"But he's going to be..."

*laughs*

"Just so excited to meet you, I mean, I've told you about him, he's just so adventurous and playful, and even when he couldn't talk at all, he loved meeting new people, and he's- god, he's gonna love you. And I'm gonna have my work cut out for me, cuz, I mean... you think I'm cute? Just wait, I mean, I'm never gonna see you again, you're just gonna want to run off with him and leave me behind, I mean-- his eyes, Sole, they're so blue, and his little cheeks, and gosh, there's nothing I love more than him... than you, too, and the thought of you two together? Heck, I don't know what I'm gonna do with myself, I'm not going to be able to handle it all. To handle... for the first time in so long, being actually... happy. Being part of a family again..."

*exhale*

"You know... I think you know that it... It makes me nervous. To be so happy. To have so much to lose, but... I know that you know what that's like. And I just- I just can't wait for us all to be a part of it. No matter how scary it is, or how strange it'll feel to have it again, to have a family, but have it be different, but... I'm so glad it's with you. And I just... I can't wait to see you, baby. Can't wait for you to see him."

*a breath*

"Just promise me... promise me you won't... leave."

*sniffs*

"...That you won't run off with Duncan and leave me behind. I promise, there's enough of him for both of us i-if we ration, you know?"

*teary laughter*

"We can share him, just... Just stay safe, for me, Sole, okay? I don't want-- I can't lose... I just... can't do this alone."

*deep breath*

"But, ah, anyway, I'll see you soon, okay Sole? I'll see you when I-- when we get back. I love you, and the next time we're together... we'll be a proper family."

Nick:

"Hey there, Sole. It's ah, it's your Nick here. Just wanted to make somethin' for ya, to help get you through these next few... days, maybe. I know this isn't gonna be easy, but I want you to know, I'm proud of you. You did it. You made it where no one thought you ever could, and hopefully, it pays off."

*low sigh*

"God, I hope it does. If there's anyone out there who deserves it, it's you. But we both know it doesn't always work that way..."

*exhale*

"No matter what happens in there though, I'm here for you. Always, alright? I don't mean that lightly, Sole. I've helped you come this far... even when it really didn't seem like you needed my help."

*chuckle*

"I mean it was you who saved me first, right?"

*more laughter*

*small sigh*

"Anyway, guess what I'm really saying here, Sole, is that... I want it to go right. I want you to find your boy, I want you, more than anything, to be happy. You've been through so much, more than anyone should have to go through, and I want you to be able to rest, to have the family you wanted, that you deserve, or, part of that family, at least. You're one of the best damn people I've met in all my years, and no matter how this all goes, I'll be by your side to help you face it."

(pause)

"You know... I'm not really sure why you picked me, if I'm honest, Sole. I'm just a rusty old synth, but... I'm a rusty old synth who's... in love with you. Who wants, more than most anything, for you to just be happy. And if I can have some part in making that happen, well, then I guess I shouldn't really question it, huh? But who am I kidding? I'm a detective, it's in my nature to question unlikely things."

*small chuckle*

"Well, guess I've rambled on here quite a bit, but I wanted you to have something. For when you're in there, so you remember that you're not alone. You've got good friends out here, so many people who care about you, who are rootin' for ya. Me, most of all. No matter what happens, we're all proud of how far you've come. No one even thought this would be possible, but since the day I met you, I've been realizing that the word 'impossible' really isn't in your vocabulary, huh? Who would've thought some pre-war vaulty would get as far as you did? Well, you did, and you really showed anyone who thought differently. It's one of the, oh, couple dozen or so things I love about you, darling. You always show those that need showing, always right the wrongs around you, even when some would argue it ain't your business. But you show those folks too, don't ya?"

*chuckles*

"You're just a whole lotta something, there, Sole. I never met anyone like ya, and there's no one else I could think of who could get through everything you've survived. You'll get through this too, I know it. And... I don't know, maybe I'm just losin' a few screws or something, but I believe you're gonna find your boy in there... But no matter what happens in the Institute, just know you got people out here waitin' for ya. Wishin' ya the best. Wishin' for ya to make it back home to us. We all love ya, Sole. And me? I love ya most of all."

"Yours, Nick."

Piper:

"Come on, come onnnn."

*Nat speaking indiscernably*

"That did it? You think?"

*Nat* "Yes."

"Oh. Okay. Geesh, this is why I just wanted to write a letter or something, but Nat said I should... cuz of the tape that you lost, and what it meant to you, and hearing my voice and-- Geeze, already rambling. So unlike me, huh?"

*laughter*

"Uh, anyways, um... Hey. Blue."

*more laughter*

"Who let me do this? This is awful. I wanna just talk straight to you, you know? See that cute little face of yours, that embarrassed smile with the way your eyes crinkle. The face you're probably making right now. Eh? Did I getcha? Are you making that face? Bet you are."

*giggling*

"I guess I know you pretty well by now, huh? Four years, Blue. Four! I don't know how I've put up with you all that time, but also, I... I don't really know what I would've done without you. That day we met... I think back on it all the time. How perfect everything had to be for us to meet like that, to get that great first impression. It always makes me laugh, the way we still give Danny a hard time about it, blaming him whenever we have those silly little arguments, just so we can't blame each other. I wonder if other couples do that? If they have a sort of scapegoat for their silly little..."

(pause)

"Okay, yeah, getting off topic. The reason I made this, well, this tape recording, that I wanted to be a note, that I probably could've just said straight to your face, was so I could just say... thanks. I know I tell you a lot how much you mean to me, but, I also think you always need to hear it. You've been through so much, lived through multiple lifetimes... you really were-- and are, the story of the century, Blue. You're incredible, and strong, and goofy, and absolutely adorable, if I do say so myself."

*giggles*

"Ahem, anyways, um... Where was I?... Oh! Yeah, you're..."

*quick breath*

"You're a great leader, and you could do anything you set your mind to, I mean really, once you've lived over two hundred years, learned how to fight giant monster lizards, how to cure super mutants, travel through someone's brain, and even teleport, I think the sky is hardly the limit."

*more soft laughter*

"Yeah... I knew I'd get just a little off topic, but when it all comes down to it, there's really only one thing you need to know, Blue."

"I love you. And I'm so grateful to have you in my life and as my partner in everything, and though these past few years have been like... the best of my life, I think the future holds a lot for us. Keep being strong, keep being you, and I'll be right here, cheering you on, loving you. Like I have from the start."

(pause)

"Oh, and Nat'll be here too. Rolling her eyes. Scrunching her face when we kiss in front of her and pretending to barf, but... she'll be loving you too. Won't you, sis?"

*Noncommittal noise*

"See? She agrees. Love ya, Blue. See you soon."

(pause)

*whispered* "Which one do I press to stop it? Which one? Oh. Oh, okay, I see--"

*click*

Preston:

"Sole? Hey. It's Preston."

*light chuckle*

"But you could probably guess that, huh? Yeah, well, I just wanted to say a few things. So you have them, so we do, for later, and everything... I'm just... Where to even start with you?"

*a breath*

"You're just... so amazing. You have been, since the day I met you, and every day since. You've taken everything the Commonwealth throws at you, and you've turned it into something beautiful. Something we can help grow, help to make this world a better place. And... you've given me hope."

*light laughter*

"It sounds so simplified when I put it like that, but it's not."

*soft sigh*

"I had no hope, before I met you. It was gone, and I just felt... hollow, but now I see all of the amazing possibilities for the world, for you and me, and the Minutemen. I never would've made it this far without you, and what we're doing now? This big adventure we're taking together? I know... I know you've been there before. That you... had a family before, and I know the way it turned out, and I can't imagine how difficult it is to look past that, and to try again. But... I want you to know I'm here for you. I always will be, just like you were there for me, when I needed you most."

"I want this for us, and you're... God, Sole, you're just so strong to want this too, so brave, and selfless, and-- and you just see the possibilities in life and you go for them, and I love that about you."

"Even just saying all this, it has me smiling from ear to ear. Just thinking about you does that to me, babe. I couldn't tell you the last time I smiled like this before I met you. I don't think I even could, to tell you the truth, but now... I mean, my cheeks hurt. Just thinking about seeing you after this mission, thinking about our talk, about us... settling down... Yeah, it's gonna be tough. Like you said, it's hard to get me to stay in one place, but you like to wander a whole lot too, you know."

*laughing*

"But I don't think I've been more ready, more excited for anything in my life. I love you so much, I almost can't believe it sometimes, but then I see you, and I... Well, I can believe it, because you're just that good. That perfect, that kind and loving, and selfless, and I just can't believe that out of all the other people in this world, I was lucky enough to meet you, and somehow, you wanted to be with me too."

(pause)

"I think I might've told you this already. At least once, but just in case, I'm gonna tell you again... Sole. I loved you from the moment I saw you. I... I couldn't believe it."

*laughter*

"I thought it was crazy, thought I lost my mind or something, but it was true. As soon as you came into my life, I was ready to pledge mine to you. I-I was in love. And as unbelievable as it seemed at the time, so soon after meeting you, that's never changed. And I'm betting that it never will."

"I love you, Sole. So much, and I can't wait to see you back here, and I can't wait to make that pledge all over again, can't wait to start our family, and... And god, I'm so excited to see you, I can't even sit still, I just--"

*muffled voice*

"What? Now?"

*sound of confirmation*

"Already? But I thought--"

*Annoyed sound getting further away*

"No, hold on, I'm coming!"

"Sturges says you're here."

"You're... you're home. You're home early..."

*disbelieving laughter*

"I'm gonna go and see you. Now. Right now, I've gotta--"

*muffled rustling noise*

"I'm gonna go. Sort of. I love you Sole, see you soon!"

X6-88:

"Sole... Ma'am/Sir. This is X6-88. I..."

*small sigh*

"I would like to extend my condolences to you. Your son... I wish you could have known him as I did. As so many of us did, as you never had the chance to. It is unfortunate, but... What I said, before, when I told you that I believe in you... It was not a lie, sir/ma'am. I do believe, fully, that you are meant to take his place, that you will do incredible things for The Institute."

"To be honest, I'm not sure why I felt the urge to record this message for you, but... Perhaps it's because I feel... that you should be able to hear this, to listen to this tape if ever you feel... inadequate, or... alone. You are neither, sir/ma'am, I assure you."

(pause)

"And I also... I know what it's like. To feel that way."

"Perfection is something that's required in every unit that is created to be a courser. It's something hardwired into us, and so is our aptitude for solitude, and yet... Either there is great fault with my programming, or you were enough to bypass all of it altogether. I've never felt less... Well, perhaps not less perfect, but I've never felt... more..."

*quietly*

"Human, than when I'm with you."

"It is not by my own conscious decision, but all of my defenses seem to lower when you are at my side. I've spoken so outwardly with you, I've... laughed, which is something I never knew I was capable of doing. I've come to despise being alone completely. Or... perhaps not alone, but more... without you. It makes my chest feel tight, and my thoughts wander to your safety whenever I'm not by your side. I'm not... I'm not quite sure why I feel so differently about you than I do anyone else I've met, why you elicit these reactions and thoughts, but I do know that they are enough for me to believe you are... exceptional."

*soft exhale*

"There is no one more capable, or better suited to leading us. No one who has had the influence over me that you do. Not Ayo, not Father, not even the... infuriatingly endearing young Shaun."

*short laugh*

"None of them... and yet you, from the beginning, have surprised me. Your prowess in combat, your amusing commentary, your strange empathy and searing wit... It all took me by surprise. Which isn't easy, I'll have you know. I'm a courser after all."

*muted chuckle*

(pause)

"I'm a courser... And yet, you've always treated me like an... an equal. Not a machine, or a weapon, not something to fear or to order around without regard for my own preferences, my own... conscience. It's something I never thought that I would find to be a virtue. Not something that's ever mattered to me, and yet, now... Now anyone who's not you, everyone here who disregards me the way they always have... It tries my patience."

(pause)

"I blame you, for that, sir/ma'am. But also I'm... Thankful to you. I'm... glad I've been able to accompany you in your travels, that I've been able to guide you in your new time in this world, I feel privileged that I've been able to witness your transformation, that I've gotten to know you, after all this time, and I... I want you to know that I'm here for you. Now, as you grieve the loss of your son, and in the future, as you take on your new responsibilities as the leader of The Institute. I will be here, by your side. To protect you, to help you, to amuse you, even, if that's what you require from me, since I often seem to do so without realizing it."

*soft exhale*

"I want the best for you, Sole. I want you to feel safe, I want you to be... happy. It's not something I'm used to... wanting these things for another, but as always, you are the exception. If you need anything from me, if you want anything, I will be here. For you, Sole."

"Sincerely, X6."

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Pairing - Ben Barnes x reader!

Summary - hey! I hope you're doing good. I had a request for ben barnes. so the reader and ben (both actors) have been friends for a long time and ben always liked the reader but the reader was dating someone else. when they broke up ben was there to get through it and slowly the reader also realizes that she like ben too.

Warnings - heartbreak

I really hope you like it anon! So sorry for the wait and tysm for your amazing request<33

You were a dreamer, in search of your dream.

"Here! Look here please!" The numerous cameras flashed as you tried your best to look at every single one of them, smiling widely and hopefully striking a nice pose.

"I swear I'm gonna be blind till I'm 40," James spoke from beside you, tightening his hold on your waist.

You chuckled at his statement, "You'll have me with the similar condition beside you, don't you worry".

But the nervous smile he gave escaped your observant eyes as you were too busy paying attention to the reporters.

"Let's get out of here," you murmured and he nodded, following your lead as you moved to a much quieter and slightly less crowded area. "Much better now".

"Oh definitely," he leaned against a wall and you moved in closer, your hands travelling up to his shoulders as you gently kissed his cheek. "You were awesome out there, I don't think I can ever handle such attention".

"You get used to it with time," you smiled and your eyes caught movement making you turn to see your best friend walking towards you, hands in his pocket and a poker expression on his face.

"He probably hasn't even seen us yet," James said and you agreed.

"I'll just so and say hi to him quickly, yeah?" You excused yourself and he nodded immediately, taking a step back.

"Of course! Go on".

Your smile widened the closer you got to your best friend, taking in his gorgeous look. From the crisp white shirt tucked into ironed black trousers, and topped off with a similar blazer and tie, he looked sharp.

You noticed the exact moment his eyes caught yours amidst the many people and how they softened instantly, a warm glow spreading across his previously detached face. And your heart felt heavy and giddy as you quickly closed the gap.

"Hey!" You greeted first, an ecstatic grin on your face which he seemed to mirror.

"Hello," he replied simply, taking a tiny step closer as his obsidian eyes hungrily scanned your features.

They moved from your beautifully lined eyes, down to the blood-red colour of your lips and back again, seeing the sparkle in them that he longed for every single day. And involuntarily, he couldn't help but take another step towards you.

'Christ,' he whispered in his mind as his loving gaze caressed your figure. 'She's so beautiful,' he thought and an adoring, tiny smile was visible on his face.

The gorgeous dress that you wore just added more to your natural beauty, it was an off-shoulder gown that went down to your heels, making you look like a princess.

He was so taken with searching your face that he failed to process your words and you had to snap your fingers to jolt him back.

"Sorry what'd you say?" He shook his head slightly and focused on your speech.

A small frown was on your lips, "Are you okay? You seem a little closed off?"

"I.." He began, mind racing to find a suitable answer that could satisfy your concern, but at the same time he knew he couldn't get away with lying to you, you simply knew him too well for that.

"I'm tired," he said at last. Thinking that it was the safest reply he could give without telling on himself about his predicaments.

"Anything in particular?" You asked softly.

'Yes,' he wanted to say. 'You'. But of course he didn't. Rather, he couldn't.

"Just the stress of attending countless interviews, I guess. Haven't been able to get a proper rest in days".

You sighed sympathetically and brought him in a warm embrace, understanding that he needed it more than ever. Your hand instinctively ran through his soft hair, smoothing it down comfortingly.

Ben on the other hand felt as though he had reached heaven at your actions. He let out a deep sigh, feeling his tense shoulders lighten before wrapping his arms around your waist.

"You know you can talk to me about anything at any given point of time, right?" You asked softly, not pulling away.

"Mhmm," he mumbled, gripping you tighter without even realising it. He cherished such moments, knowing it was as close as he could ever come.

But then you backed off, making his heart sink a little. What was he even expecting? Of course you weren't going to let him be in your arms forever.

He was not yours.

And you were not his.

And he bit back the pain that slowly seeped into his soul like poison itself. His pleasant expression dropped at seeing James enter the conversation and step right beside you. He swallowed upon seeing the twinkle in your eye, the way they seemed to brighten the moment you spotted your boyfriend.

But little did he know, that sparkle was there whenever he came into your sight too.

"Having a good night so far, Ben?" James asked politely and extended his palm for a handshake.

The man in question shook himself out of his stupor and they shook hands, "Yes, everything's going quite well".

"Join us for dinner?" You asked with a smile while his hands watched the way yours intertwined with James and unknowingly his jaw clenched.

"Yeah you can invite some friends of yours too, we don't mind".

But Ben shook his head, "No I'll- I'll probably head home soon, you two go and enjoy," he gave a rather forced smile and you frowned.

"Ben?" You began, wanting to ask him exactly what was troubling his mind because you were certainly not satisfied with his previous answer.

But he interrupted you by stepping back with every word of his that he uttered next, "No no don't worry about me, you go out and dine in some fancy restaurant, maybe bribe James for your favorite ice-cream," he grinned, his lips feeling artificial as he did so.

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It was a whirlwind of emotions in your brain at the moment, everything so scattered around that it was physically starting to hurt.

You should've seen it though, should've noticed the signs a lot earlier. Only if you hadn't been wearing a blindfold that was already stained red, too bad that your eyes were fully closed.

You were a stranger to breakups, never before having such a serious relationship with anyone. You had obviously heard all about them, but were yet to experience one. And you feared that you were bound to feel it for yourself soon enough.

James had been detatched from a long time, never initiating any moments of intimacy himself and always keeping it short whenever you were the one to start.

You cursed yourself, hating your idiotic, gullible mind so much for simply brushing it off, thinking maybe he was having a problem. Not once did you consider bringing it up because he was just so loving at times. But it was all platonic, something that you mistook for adoration instead.

But now that some force had finally knocked sense into you, you had at last brought up the inevitable topic. And it had led to the present situation.

There he was, the so called love of your life sitting right opposite you on the sofa, holding both of your hands in his and trying to break the news as gently as possible.

"I'm sorry," James whispered, bowing his head down. Probably to avoid looking at your disturbed features, you thought immediately.

"It's me who should be sorry," you apologised, not even understanding the reason for doing so. It just felt the right thing to do at the moment as your mind had gone completely blank.

"Hey no," he shut you instantly, shaking his head. "You have nothing to be sorry for. It- It's all me".

You nodded, your heart feeling numb now as you turned your gaze towards one of the photoframes decorating the wall. It was taken during your earlier dates with him. Gosh you looked so in love.

Your throat burned upon seeing the evident affection in not just yours, but his eyes too. But then, how could it diminish just like that Many answers crossed your mind, almost all of them pointing yourself out as the actual problem.

"Say something please," he urged, his voice filled with genuine sadness

"What am I supposed to say, James?" You chuckled lowly, "Other than the fact that I still love you with all of my heart?"

He winced, your words wedging into his chest, inflicting deep wounds. He wanted, or had atleast hoped it to be easier but who was he even kidding. Of course it was supposed to be difficult, you had loved each other for God's sake.

And how was someone expected to react when their partner told them, right to their face that, 'I don't love you anymore?'

"I'm so sorry, Christ I'm so sorry," he pressed his forehead against the back of your hand and you felt him crying.

And despite the terrible, devastating heartbreak, you still hated to see him cry. He was such a good man that despite his confessions, you still cared, as strongly as you had done before.

"It's not your fault, James," you said after gathering your thoughts. "I'm- I'm actually glad that you told me up front. No no I am-" you cut him off after seeing his disbelieving and ashamed expression.

"-You didn't cheat behind my back and instead opened up about being in love with someone else. And honestly? That would've shattered me," you whispered, giving him a small smile as if it wasn't hurting now.

"As if you're not shattered right now," he sniffed, wiping his cheeks and noticing your expression change.

"Are- Are you already talking to that person?" You changed the topic, sporting a poker face that perfectly hid the storm that was raging inside. Atleast there was some advantage in being an actress.

"Yeah," he said, fiddling with his hands. "We just talked though, nothing more I swear".

And you trusted him without a doubt, because you knew he would never ever do anything scandalous. He simply wasn't that type of a person. And that was one of the reasons that made you fall for him.

And now, that's one of the reasons that made you happy to have had fallen for him.

"Okay then, all the best for your life ahead," you muttered and shifted awkwardly. Feeling uncomfortable in your own home.

He hesitated, looking back and forth between his hands and trying to read your face before leaning in for a hug.

And despite wanting to push him away for the things he did, you merely wrapped your arms around him. Because aside from bring a great partner, he was also a fantastic friend.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered against your hair. "I'm so so sorry, please forgive me if you find it in yourself to do so. You were my first love," he said with a soft smile. "And you made it so beautiful for me".

A nod was all you could give him as he pulled back and pressed a small kiss to your forehead and exiting your apartment.

You watched the door close, heard him enter the elevator and yet you didn't sit down. Instead your grabbed your jacket and a black baseball cap, pulling the hood over your head and stepping out with your phone in the pocket.

All you needed right now was a long long drive, you thought to yourself after getting inside your black Lamborghini.

But the minute the engine spurred on and you started driving, you had somehow, without any destination in your mind had arrived at a park. And you didn't even feel the need to go somewhere further.

Getting out of the, you noticed it to be empty. Maybe the gods did decide to let you a little off the hook, and of course people wouldn't spent their Saturday night sitting in a goddamn park when they could be participating in much enjoyable activities.

And so you pulled off the hood and the cap and settled yourself on a bench, your breath coming out ragged as the pent up emotions started building in your heart.

You gasped, chest heaving deeply as you hands shook and you clenched your jaw. Your vision slowly becoming blurry and you squinted your eyes while pressing your lips together to prevent any sound from escaping.

But the rawness of it all seemed to overpower your restraints and a lone tear did indeed trail down your cheek and out came a small, sob. You bent down, elbows on your knees and palms digging into your teary eyes as your shoulders shook.

"Wh- Why him?" You whispered to yourself and in doing so you were able to taste the saltiness of your tears. And then you were silent before another round of pain struck your sensitive mind, leaving you defeated.

"Hey," you heard a man speak making you jump as you looked up to see your best friend and realisation hit you immediately.

It was a Saturday night... And he always came to this particular park for his usual runs.. Christ...

You couldn't say anything, weren't able to actually and you merely stared while steady emotions fell from your eyes.

And Ben, oh god he was devastated as he took in your vulnerable frame. He could quite literally drop down to his knees because he could see the absolute pain etched on your face and it made him tremble.

"What's wrong?" His voice shook as he did not waste another second to sit next to you. "What the hell happened? Is it something serious? Did anything happen to you? Your family?" Questions flew out rapidly from his mouth and he stopped abruptly when all you gave him was a small smile and his very soul saddened.

He saw the redness of your eyes that were shining like glass, the tip of your nose in the condition as them and the twitch of your lips that held everything but happiness.

He saw them tremble and he lost it.

You were in his arms before you could comprehend what was happening, held tightly against his warm, comforting body. His hands were on your back, pulling you closer and closer while yours were limp by your sides, something that he noticed.

"What happened, love?" His voice laced with every amount of desperation as tightened his grip, almost suffocating you with his worry.

You didn't say anything. Time passed, slowly but surely and fresh tears soon formed in your eyes and you closed them, your arms going around his torso and you cried your heart out on his shoulders.

And he let you.

Not speaking another word in fear that he may interrupt something, not even moving a muscle, afraid that you would pull away. He stayed exactly where he first was right until the very end.

"P- Promise me something," you spoke at last, voice all hoarse and full of raw pain.

"Anything," he replied, not pulling away the slightest and instead pressing his lips against your hairline.

"Please don't leave me," a quiet request reached his ears and he breathed in.

And he had to detatch himself slightly to look right in your eyes as he answered, "I would never, I promise".

But you shook your head, "No you don't understand. It's not that easy," you kept on shaking your head, muttering under your breath and he cupped your cheeks, steadying your gaze on him.

"I will never leave your side," he said, clearly and firmly. "You hear me? I will never ever leave you all alone".

"You will tell me," you began, swallowing harshly as you tried to arrange your thoughts into coherent sentences. "If- If there's something about me that bothers you, or- or ticks you off, makes you mad, you will tell me. If you don't like any habits of mine or some of my preferences, you will tell me".

He looked at you with every ounce of sadness, feeling dejected at the choice of your questions.

"Maybe you find me boring suddenly or- or just not interesting enough, y- you will tell me," you stumbled in your speech and he caught you again.

"Oh darling," he sighed and his cheeks were moist as he listened to your cries and consoled you as best as he could.

"Just please don't leave me," you whimpered, gripping his jacket in your fist.

"I won't, I promise. I promise," Ben repeated as tears slid down his face too and he kept on dropping tiny kisses on the top of your head.

It hurt like hell, seeing the love of his life unravel right before his own eyes. It pained him physically when every little sob had made its way past your lips. Your heart was completely broken, the sharp edges cutting into your soul. But he would fix it, he vowed to himself. He would gather all your fragments and piece them together.

Because if love could cause destruction to such an extent, it could also heal to unbelievable heights.

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It had been two years since the incident and you had recovered properly, now back to your previously normal state with only a small gap in your heart, which you assumed would always be there.

You were proud of yourself to have overcome the struggles and come such a long away. You had drowned yourself in work, accepting every offer and giving your level best in each and every performance.

And it all bore fruit.

Because here you were now, standing on a stage in front of thousands of people to give your acceptance speech for winning a Golden Globe award for the Best Lead Actress.

There was a satisfied smile on your face as you ended your token of gratitude to your fans and supporters. They had been incredible in showeing you with unbelievable love and enthusiasm.

"And last but certainly not the least," you said with the widest grin on your already glowing face, your eyes searching the crowd before landing on a particular person.

"This one's to him," you declared softly. "For helping me get through some of the toughest lows, providing me with all sorts of encouragement to push past the bitter memories and for always, always being there no matter what. This is all for you".

There was a loud round of screams and shouts from the very eager fans who had put two and two together.

"I love you Ben Barnes," you said at last and there followed an ear-splitting, thunderous applause. "Most ardently".

And it was all worth it to see that beautiful, gorgeous smile on his face that you so loved. He pressed his fingers to his lips and blew you a small kiss making your heart swell.

You exited the stage with one final note of thanks and each step you took towards him, you felt as though you had fought down the entire world for him and emerged victorious.

Ben stood up straight, looking devastatingly handsome in his royal blue tuxedo which coincidentally also seemed to match the colour of your dress. His obsidian eyes held every bit of pride there was in the entire universe; they shone like stars, all for you.

"Congratulations," he whispered, words for your ears only as he took your arm and brought you right into his chest.

"Thank you," you pressed your face into his neck, hinting a kiss on the warm skin. If one asked you, there was no way that you could recall exactly when you saw him differently. But there was just this one time when you looked at him and it was as though your universe had literally aligned. Everything just felt complete and so, so right.

Somebody had once said, that someone will walk into your life and make you see why it never worked out with anyone else. But he hadn't barged in your routine, he was already a part of it that you were yet to see.

There were a million words, but not one language could ever describe exactly what he was making you feel. He did the most ordinary of things like getting you your morning coffee on movie sets, keeping a hair tie on his wrist ready just in case that made your heart skip a tiny beat.

He was that once in a lifetime dream come true for you. That blue crayon that no one ever seemed to have enough of. He was that love that came without warning, the one who had already stolen your heart before you could even give a reply. He stormed inside like he already belonged there, took your carefully built walls down and ignited your very soul on fire.

"Thank you," you murmured, your lips tickling his ear. "For everything".

"I did promise, didn't I? And promises are meant to be kept".

Your love for him, it wasn't at first sight. It formed gradually through each year you had spent together. His personality, his goofy humour, that earth-shattering smile, that piercing gaze, gradually it all became clear that he was exactly the man whom you were looking for.

Meeting him was fate, destiny. Becoming his friend? That was certainly a choice. But falling for him? Goodness you had absolutely no control. Maybe you didn't intend to fall in love but at some point he smiled, that Ben Barnes smile and holy shit you blew it.

"Darling?" His gentle caress brought you back to the present, pulled you awake from your romantic thoughts.

"Yeah?" You could never really get used to him saying that god forbidden word. His British accent paired with that mischievous smirk and you were a goner.

"You pierced my soul. I am half agony, half hope and I too have loved none but you," he finished the quote that he knew was one of your favourites and you couldn't help but laugh with every speck of fondness as you closed the small gap to capture him in a searing kiss.

You were a dreamer, and he was your dream.

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The Stable Girl — Chapter Three

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

chapter rating: M (mutual pining, sexual desire, a couple steamy kisses)

word count: 7k

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Joel awoke at the crack of dawn, a giddy grin on his face as he went through his morning routine. Anytime he’d glance at his reflection in the mirror while trimming his beard, his cheeks would start to burn with anticipation.

He was actually going on a date.

Patting his neck dry, he turned his head to each side, examining how his face had changed since the last time he was in the game. Though she wasn’t incredibly young—twenty-eight to be exact—she was young enough to be able to have any of the younger guys in town she wanted. And yet, here she was, choosing him.

He couldn’t see the appeal anymore—his beard had started to grey in tiny patches on his jawbone and chin, creases had formed around his eyes and between his brows, even his body had lessened in appeal. As Joel checked out his torso in the mirror, he wasn’t so much upset about his physique—that had only gotten stronger through years of surviving in this world—but it was the scars that covered his once smooth skin that made him feel insecure.

There would forever be little reminders of the brutality he face, and more importantly, the brutality he caused.

He was a different man than he’d ever been for a good part of the last twenty years—too long, he reckoned. The things he’d done to get here, the amount of blood shed and people he hurt to be living in this safe little town, going on a date with a beautiful woman…it made him feel sick with shame and guilt.

Perhaps this was why he was so easily able to control himself around women—he just didn’t want them to see him as he did every time he looked in the mirror. But no matter how sick with insecurity he began to feel standing in front of the bathroom vanity, he never once questioned if he was going to follow through on the date. He wanted this—wanted her. He’d find a way to get over his hatred for himself if it meant he got her attention in return.

Hell, he’d done harder things before for much less.

After he washed away his last bit of insecurity in the shower, he changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt—a mild deviation on his typical outfit. He practically jumped down the staircase to the kitchen to prepare himself some coffee, pouring half of it into one thermos and the other half into another with plans of sharing it with Sunshine.

“You’re up early,” Ellie stumbled into the kitchen through the sliding glass door of the backyard, Joel turning to her and giving her an equally surprised look.

“Could say the same about you.” He turned around and gave her a smile until she reached for the spare thermos. He quickly tugged it closer to him and earned a scoff from the teenager.

“Hey, what the hell man?”

“It ain’t for you, it’s for…someone else.” He played coy but Ellie could see right through it.

“She finally agreed to go out with you?” She pushed him out of the way so that she could make a pot of coffee for herself seeing as he was hoarding his batch.

“Actually, she asked me.” Joel gave her a proud grin as he packed his backpack with snacks for the hike, Ellie giving him a look of disbelief. “What? What’s that look for?”

“I’m just surprised she’s into your whole…grumpy dad vibe.” She chuckled and hoisted herself onto the counter, swinging her legs as she watched him more nervously pack his bag.

“I don’t got a grumpy dad vibe.” His accent paired with her words made Ellie laugh, Joel giving her an unamused glare. “You tryin’ to make me a nervous before my date, kiddo?”

“No, just teasing. It’s cute to see you so…giddy.” She teased again, Joel’s eyes rolling as he smiled to himself. “Haven’t seen you blush like ever? So it’s going to take a little getting used to, but I am very glad you’re finally making friends. Hopefully that means you’ll have something to do on the weekends so that I can have a proper social life.”

“Proper, huh? You mean goin’ out and drinkin’? Gettin’ into trouble?” She shrugged, Joel shaking his head at her. “Long as you’re bein’ safe.”

“See. Grumpy dad vibe.” Ellie hopped off the counter and poured her coffee, Joel scoffing in amusement as he took off towards the front door.

“Have a good day, kiddo.”

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You were practically itching with nerves as you paced around your living room, trying to stop yourself from peering out of the window to catch a glimpse at the empty street, hoping to see a certain hunk walking towards your house.

Whoever that bold, confident woman that asked him out was was now long gone, replaced by a meek and nervous girl who’d had very little experience with dating—especially a man of his caliber.

Your nails were bitten down to the nub, the skin around them bleeding in a couple places where you spent too much time picking at it. Matthew managed to get a few jokes in at your expense as he prepared breakfast for himself, but stopped once he realized how truly anxious you were.

“It’s going to go fine, sis.” He attempted to reassure you as you stood by the window, peeking out onto the street.

“What if he doesn’t show? Oh my god. I swear to god, I won’t show my face in town for a fucking month just out of spite.” You groaned as you plopped down onto the recently reupholstered sofa, the smell of 20 years of neglect still lingering even after a thorough cleaning and refurbishment.

“First off, that’s not the punishment you think it is. Secondly, he’s going to show,” Matthew assured from the kitchen. “And if he doesn’t, it’s not the end of the world.”

“It actually is the end of the world,” you mumbled to yourself and returned to picking at your fingernails.

A few knocks on the wood of your front door stopped you from making yourself bleed again, bolting onto your feet and running over to the door. Joel gave you an amused smile, taking in your frantic state.

“Well, good morning, Sunshine. Brought you some coffee, not that it looks like ya need it.” He teased and handed you over a thermos, a grateful smile appearing as you opened the mouth of the lid and took a sip of the hot beverage—all of your doubt washing away with it.

“You know, a part of me thought you wouldn’t show,” you grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulders before following him out onto the porch. Joel gave you a furrowed brow and a frown as he listened to your worries. “So I was just very happy to see that you did.”

“Why wouldn’t I show?” He asked softly, leaning his hip against the wooden railing on your porch. You shrugged in response, a shy grin on while you blew into your drink. “Ya know, I was nervous too.”

Your eyes lifted to his and he exhaled a chuckle, turning his attention to the siding of the house beside you, shaking his head before looking back into your eyes.

“Yeah, I was…I was lookin’ at myself in the mirror—as one does before goin’ on a date with a beautiful woman like yourself.” You felt heat in your cheeks as he complimented you without any shyness or hesitation. “And I started to think…I don’t know…that I ain’t good lookin’ enough…young enough. But…then I started to remember who I was goin’ out with, and all that worry went away.”

“You think you’re not good looking enough?” You asked through a laugh, Joel shrugging and giving you a bashful smile in response. With a deep breath, you walked towards him and placed a shaking hand onto his chest, your eyes locked with his. “Joel, you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. It’s me that should be worried.”

“You have no reason to be worried when ya look like that, darlin’.” His voice was husky, just above a whisper. His eyes lowered to look at you, your height difference now more apparent than ever. With a trembling hand, Joel reached for your jawline and tilted your chin up, his eyes flickering to your lips as he leaned in painfully slowly.

“Oh, hey, Joel.” Your brother’s presence interrupted the moment, a deep breath of patience coming in through your nostrils as you turned to glare at him.

“Hey, Matthew.” Joel smiled at him for just a moment before turning his attention to the side of your face, amused by the glare you were giving your older brother.

“Matthew, surely you have other places to be.” You hissed through a clenched jaw, your brother shaking his head and taking a seat on your porch.

“Nope,” he gave the two of you a knowing smile and you groaned, wanting to strangle him for picking now to be an overprotective brother. Joel cleared his throat behind you and you turned around, giving him an apologetic look as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“You ready to go?” You asked, Joel eagerly nodding and leading you off the porch.

“Have fun you two!” Matthew called out and you flipped him off as you walked down the street.

“I thought he liked me,” Joel nudged your shoulder with his, pulling your attention to his winning smile. It took a beat for your brain to be able to process a response with the way he was looking down at you, your cheeks surely giving away your fluster.

“He did. But that was before you were trying to kiss his little sister.” Joel nodded, looking ahead with a pursed smile. “Good thing I’m a I grown woman who can decide for herself who gets to kiss her.”

“Oh yeah? And what’s the verdict?” He turned to you again as you reached the stables, your bottom lip getting caught between your teeth as you stared up at him. Joel’s hand cradled your jaw, his calloused thumb stroking over your smooth skin as his eyes bounced across your features.

“You know, I thought the kisses usually come after the first date. Don’t they?” You teased, hearing him chuckle as he pulled his hand away and stepped back.

“You’re right, you’re right. Gettin’ ahead of myself.” Joel moved to walk into the stables, but you grabbed his wrist to stop him. With a shaking head and a devilish grin, you pulled him back into you. Your hands held his bearded face and tugged him down, both of you stopping just short of your lips touching, smiles wide and eyes searching one another. “You tryin’ to tease me, Sunshine?”

You shook your head, your smile somehow getting wider. “Just trying to remember everything about our first kiss. About the way you look…about the way I feel right now.”

“You’re an angel, darlin’.” Joel mumbled before your lips pressed together, soft and slow motions as he held you close to his body with his arms squeezed around your waist.

Kissing Joel was somehow exactly how you imagined it and better than you could’ve dreamed simultaneously. His beard scratched your skin in an addicting way, your mind already reeling at the possibility of it scratching other places. His lips were perfectly pliant, moving against yours as though this was a dance the two of you choreographed long, long ago. He even tasted sweet, his morning coffee melding with his own distinct taste that had you more and more drunk with every swipe of his tongue over yours.

Sooner than you would’ve liked, Joel was pulling away, pressing his forehead to yours as he caught his breath. Pressing his lips to your brow, he pulled back completely, a lazy, satiated grin on his flushed face.

“How bad was it?” He asked after a beat of watching your dazed expression, your brows lacing together at the sound of him being insecure.

“Bad? Joel you’re…perfect.” You stroked your thumb over his beard and he blushed again, turning away with a shy smile. You allowed him to walk away this time, content with finally getting the taste of him that you’d been craving for weeks now. Your satisfaction wouldn’t last long, his kisses now becoming your new favorite indulgence; you had a feeling the more you did it, the more you’d need it.

“Come on, boy.” Joel walked his horse, Callus, out of the stall and onto the road, smiling at you as he caught you tracing your fingertip over your lip. “Which horse are you takin’, Sunshine?”

“Cookie, I think. She’s the most well-behaved of my children.” You finally forced yourself forward, walking into the stable and pulling the tan, speckled mare out of her stall before bringing her out onto the road. Joel had just finished packing his bag onto his saddle and was hoisting himself onto the horse when you came back out.

“Can’t wait to get to see the horse-whisperer in action.” He teased as you climbed onto the young steed and rolled your eyes at him.

“Can’t wait to see Joel Miller in action.” He blushed and turned forward, tugging on the reins of his horse and walking him to the gates.

“Y’all goin’ on patrol?” Paul, the younger guy that asked you out, was the guard posted at the gate. You felt the tension in the air as he looked between you and Joel, seemingly realizing what was happening without either of you having to say a thing. “Oh.”

“You gonna open the gate?” Joel asked, all the softness that he reserved for you now gone as he spoke to your once-suitor. Paul didn’t hesitate to open the gate after taking one look at Joel’s stern face, a wave of desire washing over you at the sheer respect and power he commanded with just his voice.

“Be safe,” Paul spoke to you as you rode past him, your head nodding at him before turning forward.

It felt odd being on the outside of Jackson after so long. Very quickly you began to remember why you hated being out here so much—the uncertainty. Anything could happen out here to anybody—no one was safe from hunters, raiders, or infected. Not you, not even the strong man trotting beside you.

“You doin’ alright, darlin’?” He asked, somehow sensing your apprehension even though you swore you were playing it off expertly.

“Yeah, just…trying not to think about what’s out here.” You offered him a pathetic excuse for a smile, Joel slowing his horse so that he was directly beside you.

“I brought my gun, Sunshine. I ain’t gonna let anything get to you out here.” He reached over and tapped your boot with his, a more genuine smile now replacing your fake one. “Alright?”

“Alright,” you nodded and watched as he smiled to himself, looking forward and pointing up at a trail through a field of golden wheat.

“We’re goin’ just up that trail and then a couple miles into the woods. But if you ever get too nervous, just tell me and we can head back.” You nodded as you studied his arm as it pointed up the hill. He was so strong, and although it made you feel a bit cavewoman, you craved the feeling of his arms wrapped around you, protecting you and keeping you safe. The veins that ran down the length of his limb wrapped down into his sinfully large hands—the ones that had you ready to feign nervousness just so that he’d take you back to his place and show you what he could do with them. “Ready, darlin?”

“Y-yeah,” you felt your cheeks heat as he gave you a knowing smirk, finally tearing your eyes from his body to face forward. With a chuckle, Joel tugged on Callus’ reins and started off up the hill, your horse quick to follow.

The next few minutes were silent, both of you a bit too nervous to make the next move. Eventually, though, you missed the sound of his voice and spoke up.

“So what part of Texas are you from?” Your question was mediocre, you’d admit that, but it was the best you could think of with the pounding in your chest frazzling your mind.

“Austin area. You ever been?” He slowed down a bit, choosing to walk beside you even though the proximity filled his stomach with butterflies. You shook your head and looked over at him, the golden light of the sunrise casting a reddish glow on his profile.

You suddenly couldn’t remember what you were going to say in response to his question as his eyes scanned over the amber lit field on either side of the two you. How could he have ever thought he wasn’t good looking enough? He was…gorgeous. A walking dream.

“What was life like for you before everything happened?” You asked abruptly, impressed with yourself for crafting what you thought was an interesting question through your sudden ditziness. Joel weighed his head to the side and pursed his lips before turning to look at you for just a moment.

“It was normal. Nothin’ fancy, nothin’ excitin’. But I miss that—how mundane everything was. When my biggest problem was workin’ on houses and takin’ care of my little girl.” He looked both saddened and shocked at his own mention of his daughter, your heart wanting to leap out and present itself to him in effort to lighten the load on his own.

“How old was she?” You asked softly, not failing to notice the way he tensed a bit at the question. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”

“No, you didn’t. I’m just…I sort of…this is gonna make me sound like the worst father in the world, but for a long, long time I sorta pretended like she never existed.” He confessed, his eyes unable to meet yours as you rode together. You, however, couldn’t take your eyes off him if you wanted to—but you couldn’t see any reality in which you’d be strong enough to turn away from him. Not when he looked like that. Not when he opened himself up for you. “So I’m still tryin’ to get used to talkin’ about her again. But, uh, she was twelve.”

“You had her young, then.” He chuckled and nodded.

“Yeah, me and her mother started datin’ durin’ our freshman year of high school. Didn’t take long for us to get up to trouble. Ended up havin’ her at sixteen, a couple months shy of my seventeenth birthday.”

“What was that like for you? Having a baby so young?” You were deeply invested in everything him—the image of him in your mind slowly transforming from fantasy to a more realistic vision, one that made you all the more endeared.

“Well, her mother was only around for a few months after havin’ her. It was…hard bein’ that young and havin’ such an important job.” He seemed to go back in time for a while as you rode through a recently cleared neighborhood in the mountains. “But Tommy was there to help out, and before I knew it she was this mature kid that didn’t need my help anymore. It was hard, but the time flew.”

“I bet,” your voice brought him back to the present, his head turning towards you to give you a soft smile and a nod. “She sounds like a wonderful little girl, Joel.”

“She was,” your eyes lingered on each other for a few more beats before you both turned forward, the vista approaching. With a clearing of his throat, he pointed ahead at the lookout. “There’s a cabin that Tommy and I cleared yesterday. Figured you and I could stop there for a little apocalyptic picnic.”

“Oh, I’d never turn down an apocalyptic picnic with you, Joel.” A chuckle sounded from the man, your ears delighting in the sound. “I love the sound of you laughing. Maybe one day I’ll pull a real one out of you.”

“I don’t doubt that you will, darlin.” He shot you a look, trying to bite his grin away but failing. “I have no idea what you see in me, you know that?”

“I don’t get it. What’s not to like?” You gestured at him and heard him scoff as you reached the cabin. Joel climbed off his horse while you did the same with yours, the two of you pausing the conversation while you unpacked your bags and tied the animals up.

“You treat me like I’ve never done a bad thing in my life.” He spoke honestly as you walked up to the front door together, Joel’s gun drawn just in case. He pushed it open and held it up as he walked into the small one-bedroom cabin, quickly clearing it before putting the safety back on his firearm and setting it down on the coffee table. “I just don’t want you thinkin’ I’m a saint when I’m not.”

“I don’t think you’re a saint, Joel.” You sat down on the relatively clean couch, Joel sitting on the opposite end and unzipping his backpack while you continued. “I’ve seen what it takes for a person to survive it out there for as long as we have. I know that you’ve done some bad things to get here, but I also can tell that you have always been a good man at heart.”

“Doesn’t it bother you?” He handed you a peanut butter sandwich and you smiled at the thoughtfulness, accepting it into your hands. “That I’ve…done those kinds of things.”

“No. Maybe when I was younger it would have. I resented Matthew for a long time for the things I watched him do to save us, but that was when I was still a little girl who had no idea what this world was all about.”

Joel turned to you, watching you bite the corner of your sandwich and chew. “And now you do?”

You gave him a knowing look, nodding as you kept his eye contact. “Now I do.”

“Wanna talk about it?” He asked, his voice as delicate as a flower, and yet still so rough that it warmed you up like whiskey. You shook your head, cracking a smile as you reached over onto the coffee table and grabbed your thermos, delighted that your coffee was still warm.

“What did you want to be when you were younger? Before all this happened?” You asked after swallowing your drink, your body warming internally from the brisk chill of early autumn.

“I wanted to…” he stopped to laugh, lifting his own thermos to his lips and taking a sip before sitting back further into the couch. His eyes found yours once again and you froze a bit out of instinct—no one had ever looked at you the way he looked at you, and your soft heart was growing addicted to the thrill his stare gave. “It’s silly, but I wanted to be a singer.”

“That’s not silly! You can sing?” You asked enthusiastically, an amused smirk on your face as you mimicked his stance, tilting your head to lay on its side against the back of the couch. Joel shrugged and gave you a bashful smile, making you bite your lip and reach over to tap his knee. “Oh, come on! Now you have to sing for me.”

“You want me to embarrass myself on the first date?” He shook his head and chuckled, clearly anxious about the whole thing so you let off.

“Fine. But promise me you’ll sing for me one day.” You scooted closer to him, suddenly freezing and lonely on the other end of the couch. Joel’s cheeks flushed a baby pink as he studied your face, both sets of eyes dropping to each other’s lips as a silence fell over the two of you.

“I promise, darlin. I’ll do anything you ask me to as long as you keep lookin’ at me like that.” He whispered, his hand reaching up to cradle your jaw as he leaned in closer. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please,” you were only of half a mind at the moment, your begging coming as a surprise to you but an amusement to Joel. After letting a chuckle slip from his pretty lips, he leaned in, that delicious scratch of his beard making you hum in approval.

Joel groaned with you at the sound of you enjoying his touch, his hands drifting lower to your hips, your arms crossing behind his neck as you moved to straddle his lap.

Neither of you had intended for the kiss to become so heated so quickly, but with the way your lips moved together like they’d known each other for a lifetime and the little whimpering noises you were drawing from the big, strong man, there was no containing your excitement.

Joel’s arm held your back, his hand sprawled out across the dip in your spine while the other gripped your hip. You couldn’t help but rock your hips a bit when his tongue slipped inside your mouth, Joel groaning and biting your lip in response.

“Darlin’, I think we s-should…should cool down a little.” He breathed out as he pulled away, the hand that was on your hip now reaching to cradle the side of your face. You frowned a bit, pouting out your bottom lip and making him chuckle. “Trust me, I’m enjoyin’ this as much as you, Sunshine. I just…don’t want us rushin’ into somethin’ in the heat of the moment.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” You nodded and agreed to cool things off a bit, though you wouldn’t try to hide your disappointment. Joel gave you a frown and reached to grab your wrist as you stood up to go check out the view from the vista.

“Hey, just so we’re clear, I love kissin’ you, darlin’. I could do it all day and never get tired of it.” You felt your cheeks heat, a bashful grin growing on your face at the sound of his reassurance. “And when the time is right, I’m sure I’ll love doin’ all the other things floatin’ around my mind right now with you.”

“Oh, I’m sure you would,” you winked at him before tugging at his arm. “Come outside with me.”

“Okay,” he stood up and grabbed his gun, slinging it over his back before lacing his fingers with yours. His hand was so rough but also warm and tender just for you. You could only imagine what crimes they’d committed in his lifetime, but none of that mattered in this moment with the way his palm felt against yours.

You forced your eyes away from him for the umpteenth time today, a soft gasp leaving your lips as you took in the beauty of the vista. Mountains and hills covered in golden wheat and tall trees, the green leaves having turned into different hues of red and orange. Snow had yet to fall in Jackson, but your mind couldn’t help but imagine what it would look like from this view—snowflakes falling down, melting once they hit the warmth of your skin, the way that Joel would look in a big coat, his nose pink from the cold.

You wanted this forever. Wanted this with him forever. It was only the first date and yet…you felt sure that you’d stumbled onto something real—something lasting.

•••

“It’s so pretty,” she leaned her head onto Joel’s bicep as she stood at the edge of the vista, his eyes lowering to check her out rather than the view.

All day he’d been stealing glances, careful not to gawk or stare. She was so beautiful it almost hurt to look at her, and every stolen glance filled his stomach with a frenzy of desire and endearment.

She looked ethereal in this golden light of morning, skin aglow, eyes soft and romantic, her head leaning against him as though he was her safe place. He didn’t understand why she was so soft with him, but he wasn’t complaining. In fact, he was beginning to think that nothing but this softness would ever do for him now that he got to witness it. He didn’t care what he had to become in order to deserve her kindness, but he swore in that moment—her in the morning light beside him—that he’d spend the rest of his days in the wasteland called earth becoming it.

“Yeah…it’s beautiful, alright.” He wasn’t looking at a single thing besides her, and though he was sure the view was breathtaking, nothing in the world could be beautiful enough to take his eyes away from her.

“Mmm, this is nice.” She turned to him and did a double take as she noticed his staring. With a shy grin, she exhaled a chuckle, nudging him with her hip before walking further into the woods to check out the area. Joel followed her like a puppy, a soft grin of his own on his lips as he watched her take in the beauty of the open scenery. “Did you know how to shoot before everything happened?”

“Not the kind of shootin’ I’ve been doin’ the last twenty years.” He chuckled lightly and followed her up a small hill, watching in amusement as she sat on the ground and laid back, closing her eyes and soaking in the sounds of wildlife. He kept his distance, leaning on a big oak tree as to not impede on her moment with the earth.

“I remember when I was a little girl…maybe six or so? My parents took us to the San Diego zoo. I remember being crazy about elephants, for whatever reason. There was this one elephant there, a mother, her name was…fuck, what was it? Ella.” She chuckled and sat up, looking over at Joel as she pat the ground beside her. Joel stood up off the tree and walked over, sitting down next to her and relishing in the feeling of her head leaning against his shoulder. “I never wanted to leave her, I thought she was so cool. Anyways, a few years later when I was ten or so, my brother and I had found a group of people to travel with—just a couple of parents and their toddlers. We were in Northern California—maybe Oregon, I don’t know—but that’s when we saw a wild elephant out and about. It was…”

Joel was completely caught up in her storytelling, the way she seemed to cast the images in her memory into the scene around them. It was almost as though he could see it all too.

“I think I cried about it for a year. It was the first time I’d seen one since it all happened, and although my world had collapsed around me and everything was awful, I could see that good things were still around. That beauty, and innocence, and…majesty…it was around even when I didn’t feel like it. Even when I’d given up all hope.” A single tear fell from her eyes and rolled down her cheek, Joel fighting the urge to reach over and wipe it away. With another chuckle, she turned to face him and wiped her tear off her skin, shrugging. “Anyways, all that to say you make me feel like that.”

Joel’s lips parted but he couldn’t find the right words to say. What could anybody say to something that…kind? So, instead of speaking and ruining the absolute poetry that just came from her lips as easy as a breath, he leaned over and captured his lips with hers, holding her neck and pressing himself into her as much as he could. He wanted her to feel the way his heart suddenly beat in his chest just for her, to show her that everything she was feeling was mutual. And when he pulled away to study her reaction, he was met with a knowing look and a bitten smile, his head shaking as he took her in.

“You…” He trailed off, not entirely sure what he was going to say until it popped into his head at the last second. His lips curved into a smile and a chuckle escaped him as he rested his forehead against hers. “You are what I’ve been waiting my whole life for, Sunshine.”

With a contented sigh and a softened look, she pulled away and looked deep into his eyes. “Tell me about it.”

•••

“Well, how’d it go?” Tommy greeted Joel as he walked into the diner with a boyish grin, surely shocking every person he passed by with his usual chipper mood. He pulled up a chair next to his brother at their usual table in the corner, watching as Maria darted around the room taking orders and delivering food to tables, never one for sitting still for too long.

“It went really nice.” Joel played coy about his mounting feelings, but his brother could see right through it.

“Oh, you’re blushin’.” He teased, Joel rolling his eyes. Ellie walked in a couple minutes later, both men calling her over.

“Hey, guys. Have you seen Cat?” They looked at around the room and shook their heads, Ellie frowning before pulling up a seat.

“Everything okay?” Joel asked, watching as Ellie shrugged, her fingernails carving into the wood.

“Hey, quit vandalizin’ my property and just tell us what happened.” Tommy scolded, finally breaking her stoic act.

“We got into a little fight earlier and I was hoping I could find her an apologize.”

“For what?” Joel asked with interest, his brows laced together.

“Well…she kissed me and it sort of took me by surprise and I didn’t really react very well to it. So—“

“So she kissed you without your permission and you want to apologize?” Tommy confirmed, Ellie suddenly feeling silly. “It sounds like she needs to apologize.”

“Well, she won’t. So if one of us has to be the bigger person, it can just be me.” Joel was about to tell her how much he disagreed with that logic when he saw Sunshine walking in with her brother, his entire mind going blank as he listened to her laughter.

Both Ellie and Tommy turned in the direction of his gaze, smiling in amusement at how flustered he became by her mere presence. With a knowing look to Tommy, Ellie called her over, Joel flushing pink at his family’s need to embarrass him.

•••

“Fancy meeting you guys here. Almost like you own the place.” You teased as you greeted the group, keeping your eyes on Joel as you greeted him last. Feeling bold, you walked around the table and stood beside him, sliding your arm across his shoulders. Joel surprised you by pulling you to sit on his lap, the two of you sharing a smitten smile before turning back to the group.

“Well that was fast.” Matthew commented as he returned to the table with the beer you’d requested and one for himself. “One date and you two are inseparable, huh?”

“You’re just sour because you can’t get a date to save your life.” You teased, lifting your beer to your lips and moaned at the taste of it. Joel’s hand on your hip squeezed and just like that, all the blood in your body rushed between your thighs. Take it slow, remember?

“I can get a date, I just have bigger priorities at the moment.” He snarked back, earning a rumble of laughter from Tommy.

“Like what? The only thing to do here is survive. Surely you’ve got time on your hands.” You lifted your beer up and tipped it towards your brother, agreeing with Tommy’s logic.

Joel’s hand, meanwhile, seemed determined on making your mind mush. His palm was rubbing over the denim covering your hip, sometimes squeezing, sometimes traveling to your outer thigh to warm it up.

Leaning over to speak into his ear, you felt his hand tense against you as your breath brushed over his skin. “You trying to tease me?”

Joel turned his head, eyes bouncing over your features before landing on your lips. “What if I am?”

“Thought you wanted to take it slow?” You whispered back to him, Joel’s eyes lifting to yours.

“I do.” He nodded before tilting his head to the side in consideration. “Don’t mean I don’t wanna see you all riled up.”

“Oh?” You chuckled and turned to look at the rest of the people sat at the table, all of them too consumed with trying to find Matthew a suitor to care about the two of you. Leaning in, you tilted his chin up and pressed your lips against his softly, the two of you moving slow and deliberate as you attempted to work the other up.

“Hey, Joel?” An outside voice approached the table and caused the two of you to part, the rest of the group now focused on the intruder. Your eyes took in that same waitress that ignored you during your first conversation with the man you were now kissing, her expression proud and confident as she stared down at him. “Here’s my number. Call me.”

“Oh, I’m not...not really on the market anymore.” Joel handed her back the slip of paper, offering her a polite smile before turning away from her and back to the group. You smiled to yourself at the rejection, suddenly feeling as though you were the most lucky woman on the planet.

“Whatever, your loss.” She started to walk away but Matthew was quick to follow her over to the bar, your head shaking at his unwavering bad taste in women.

“Is your brother really going after her? After all that?” Ellie asked, a sigh leaving your lips as you took a big gulp of your beer.

“Yeah, he’s never been a very good judge of character when it comes to women. Goes for looks rather than…well, anything.” You felt Joel’s hand slide up your back and rub it soothingly, no more teasing in his actions and instead a cozy feeling of safety and comfort. You hummed and leaned your head over to rest on his, the two of you settling into each other for the rest of the night while the party began around you.

After a few hours of people watching, Joel turned to you and told you it was bedtime for him, but that he’d like to walk you home. You eagerly agreed and accepted his hand in yours as you walked down the now icy-cold street together, hugging his arm between your bodies to try and stay warm.

“I had a lot of fun today,” he whispered, too sleepy to speak at a louder volume. You smiled lazily and nodded against him. “I don’t wanna assume anything, but—“

“Could I…could I spend the night?” You asked abruptly as you neared his house. Joel looked down at you with a shocked expression, making you worried that perhaps you’d read the vibe wrong. “I just—we won’t do anything, I just…just don’t want to say goodbye yet. But, I totally get it if you’d rather me not—“

“I’m so glad you asked. Takes all the pressure off me.” He joked, making you sigh in relief. “Course you can spend the night, Sunshine. But I meant what I said about us takin’ our time. Want it to be right.”

“Or maybe you’re just worried that you’ve been out of the game too long.” You countered playfully, turning to walk backwards down the street while you raised an eyebrow at him. Joel shook his head and huffed out a laugh. “No? Has Joel Miller secretly been a whore this whole time?”

“Definitely not.” He assured you with a soft smile. “But I don’t have any doubts about my ‘game’ or whatever you said.”

“Well, when the time is right and all…I’d love to find out.” You bit your lip before turning to walk forward again, finding his hand and squeezing it with yours. Joel stopped you in the middle of the street, the yellow glow of the string lights illuminating the two of you as he cupped your face with his cold hands, pulling you in for a deep, knee weakening kiss that had you gripping at his jacket to ground yourself.

When he pulled away from you, it took you a few seconds to relax your lips and open your eyes, still reeling from the drug that was Joel Miller. With a kiss to your forehead, he said nothing, wrapping his arms over your shoulders and pulling you into his side. “Come on, let’s go get some sleep, Sunshine. Don’t want you yellin’ at me ‘cause I kept you up all night.”

“Not sure that’s a thing I’d ever yell at you for, Joel.” You chuckled and hugged his side, for once in the last 20 years of your life feeling content and safe.

You had a home again, friends again, and though you’d long given up on finding love, here it was presenting itself to you like a blossoming flower in the middle of a pile of rubble.

Though it was only the beginning, it felt like an end in a way. An end to the searching, an end to the yearning and hopelessness, an end to your fears of never finding happiness of your own.

A beginning to this dream of a romance and an end to everything you assumed would never happen for you. You could only hope Joel felt the same way, but judging by the way he held you tightly as you both drifted off to sleep together…you felt pretty damn confident that he did.

•••

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achilles heel - I: Ben's Sister

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Grace is the very opposite of her brother in every way. when she finally moves onto campus at UNC Chapel Hill, she feels like she gets to be her own person, make her own friends, and hopefully start a promising career in the museum industry, and maybe, one day, get married to her high school sweetheart and live the American dream for herself. Rafe Cameron however, upon their very first meeting, throws a wrench in her very perfect plan.

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rafe cameron x fem!oc, rafe is giving very much homewrecker, fanon!rafe (kinda), college!au, friends to lovers, slow-burn (maybe?), minimal oc description, drug and alcohol use, mostly unedited, (these tags are not exhaustive, lmk if i should add anything!)

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January 4th, 2019

B: i'll be at the caf in 10 if you want to grab breakfast before class

Her phone buzzes twice in quick succession as the screen lights up on the table in front of her. She leans over to read it, putting down her coffee mug and rolling her eyes slightly to herself. Grace had already eaten the same thing she always does, being frozen strawberries and whipped cream for breakfast, and is finishing up her first of several cups of coffee for the day when she receives this text from her brother.

g: okay, back table in the corner

She sends her quick reply and goes back to what she was doing, pretending to read her textbook and hoping to absorb at least the key points before her eight am class. So far, this method has worked well for her. Only one semester down so far, but with a 3.91 GPA, Grace is feeling pretty good about her academic career.

Her brother, Ben, on the other hand, got into the same school on a scholarship for soccer, and Grace is pretty positive he's only doing the same degree as her so she can tutor him while he lives in a frat house. Which he very promptly moved into after orientation, leaving Grace on campus alone, and she didn't mind it one bit. Having some space from her brother and her parents for the first time has been amazing.

Grace looks up as her disheveled-looking brother slides into the seat across from her at the table, practically throwing his plate down. She removes her headphones to hear what he's saying. "Huh?" She asks, prompting him to repeat himself.

"I said..." He draws it out, clearly frustrated his sister didn't listen. "You're already reading that? It's only the second class."

"Oh, well yeah, they're assigned readings for a reason." Grace replies, putting in her bookmark and closing the book, shoving it in the bag at her feet before looking back at her twin brother. He looks like he just rolled out of bed, which, of course, he did.

"Right. Give me the summary then, yeah?" He asks through a mouthful of cinnamon and sugar toast.

Grace sighs a little. "So, basically, there's this guy, totally a dick." She begins to explain and Ben nods, but he's already looking down at his phone. "So he shoots this elephant, right, and then someone else shoots him, and then that's how the third world war started."

"Wait, what? Really?" Ben asks, his attention suddenly drawn back to her.

"No. There was no World War III, dumbass." She replied flatly, crossing her arms over her chest. "Do you even know what this course is about?"

"Not yet but that's why I'm here isn't it?" Ben chuckles, taking another bite of his toast and instantly chasing it down with his orange juice.

Grace cringes a little as she watches that. "Not exactly..." She replies, looking down at her watch. "We have fifteen minutes. We should probably go, we have to get all the way across campus."

Ben nods and shoves the rest of his one piece of toast in his mouth and picks up the other to carry with them while they grab their bags and clean up the table.

No one really knows what it is about the first week of the semester, but Grace, as well as every other girl she's seen so far, has fallen victim to the idea that you need to look put together and organized knowing damn well that by two weeks from now, she'll be showing up in pyjamas. But today, for the time being, she's actually wearing jeans and makeup to class.

They walk across the beautiful campus that overlooks the city from a hill. It's January, but the sun is rising and there's hardly any snow left on the ground, not that there ever was much to begin with at UNC. Grace grips her coffee cup with both hands to try and warm them- it was probably an oversight to leave her gloves back in her dorm.

They make it inside and find their classroom, walking in and looking around, scanning to see open seats. Grace's eye lands on a table with two seats that no one is sitting at, and makes a beeline for it, placing her bag down before realizing her brother isn't at her side anymore.

"Hey, man, how's it going?" She hears as she looks back over her shoulder, seeing her brother grabbing the hand of a boy sitting in the back row. She sighs and sits down as he sits in the back with someone she's assuming he knows from his frat or soccer or something,

"I'm pretty good. Don't know why I took an eight am but here I am I guess." Ben's friend, Rafe, says as Ben takes a seat next to him.

"Honestly, same." Ben laughs slightly, pulling his laptop out of his bag and placing it on the desk.

"Hey, uh..." Rafe starts, leaning closer to his friend and lowering his voice. "Who's that girl you came in with?"

"Why?" Ben asks, taking on a defensive tone as he digs around in his bag, looking for his textbook.

Rafe instantly shakes his head, leaning back in his seat. "Just wondering." He says quickly, looking forward at the long-haired girl sitting a few rows in front of them. "I didn't know you had a girl- I just thought you would have told the team."

"What? I don't." Ben looks up at him to see his friend staring at his sister. "That's just Grace. My sister." He admits, leaning back in his chair as well.

Oh, his sister. Rafe thinks to himself, nodding slightly in response to his friend, that was now watching him, watching his sister. Time to look away. "You have a sister?"

"Uh, yeah, dude."

"You never talk about her," Rafe says, glancing back at her.

"Not much to say I guess." Ben shrugs in response. "Uh, we're twins, I don't know she likes to read apparently. She's a history major, she lives here on campus. I don't know what really there is to add."

"Oh, really? I was thinking of doing history."

Ben laughs. "Dude, as if Ward would ever let you even think about taking anything other than business. Pretty much the only thing you can do with history is write or teach, that's boring as hell."

Rafe sighs, he knows Ben is probably right. "I mean, like, I wouldn't hate that. At least it would be my choice."

"Yeah, I mean, whatever you want man. Why not, right? Being a prof makes bangin money too. People respect you and shit-" Ben rambles on but Rafe isn't really listening. His eyes are trained again on the girl sitting closer to the front of the room, as her hair cascades over her shoulders when she leans forward more, writing something down in a notebook.

"Right?" His thoughts are interrupted.

"Oh, yeah, totally." Rafe nods, completely unaware of what his friend was talking about by now.

"Okay, so we've got some new faces in here today." A man who Rafe assumes to be the prof says, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention as the room quiets down. "You, in the back there. You missed introductions on Monday, so basically we all shared our names, our majors, and what year we're in if you'd like to share as well."

He's looking dead on at Rafe in the back, and everyone's heads turn to look at him. "I, yeah, sure. I'm Rafe, uh, this is my first year, so I haven't made any big decisions yet, but I'm thinking about majoring in history." He says, making eye contact with Grace and giving her a slight smile.

"Right, yes, Rafe Cameron. You're on the soccer team with Ben here. Your dad is Ward, right?" The prof asks and Rafe nods.

"Yes sir."

"I've met your father, he's a really nice man, hey?" He grins and Rafe nods again slightly in response, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "Anyway, let's get started, shall we? Did everyone get the readings done?"

——

Grace gets up at the end of class, placing everything in her bag and her headphones back in, assuming that her brother would take off with his friend.

"Shouldn't we wait for Grace?" Rafe asks Ben as his friend turns to the door.

"Nah, I'll talk to her later." He shrugs in response. "Come on- we've got practice this afternoon and I want to have a nap first."

"Hold on one sec," Rafe replies, holding his hand up at his friend signaling for him to wait, and watching as Grace turns around evidently surprised to see them still standing there looking at her- waiting.

"Oh, hi." She says, removing one of her headphones.

"What did you think of the first real lecture? Did you write down every word?" Ben asks her and she laughs a little.

"No, but I'm glad we're getting into something interesting at least." She replies, avoiding eye contact with his friend, who's watching her intently.

"Hey, uh, I'm Rafe, by the way." He says to her before Ben can get a word in.

Grace looks briefly at her brother, who is staring at Rafe with an indecipherable look on his face. "I'm Grace." She says, looking back at her brother's friend and smiling politely. "You said you want to take history? That's my plan too." She adds, making an effort to move the conversation along so they don't just all stand there staring at each other.

"Yeah, I mean, maybe. My dad wants me to take business because he owns a company and I'll have to take it over eventually and all that crap." Rafe shrugs as the three of them head for the door.

Grace nods at that, shoving her hands in her pockets as they walk out the door and down the hall. "My boyfriend was supposed to take business too, or that was originally his plan in high school. He decided to go into chemical and electrical engineering instead and he's loving it, but I guess it's a bit different than your situation but I still think it's important to do what you want, not what other people want you to do." She shrugs, as Rafe looks at her brother, giving him a 'what the fuck, man?' expression.

Ben raises an eyebrow at him, the silent exchange finished with his confusion, and Rafe quickly continues his conversation with the girl who wasn't watching them, eyes straight ahead as she walked. "Yeah, I guess you're right. My plan right now is to sell it as soon as my name's on it, so my degree won't really matter."

"Yeah, you probably don't need a degree in business for that." She agrees, laughing slightly as she shakes her head.

As the three approach the end of the hall, Rafe takes a few quick steps forward to grab the door, and Ben smiles at him, laughing slightly and patting him on the shoulder as he walks through. "Thanks, bro." He steps outside, leaving Rafe to stare at the girl who took a turn down the hall instead of following them out.

"Not going back to dorms?" He asks her, making her turn as she continues to walk backward staying with the flow of other students.

"I have a class in C building in ten minutes- this way is much faster. It was nice meeting you!" Grace smiles with a slight wave, popping her headphone back in as she turns around and continues down the hall. Rafe smiles back and raises his hand in a quick wave, sighing as he's stuck holding the door for a few more people before he can follow Ben.

"Dude, you didn't think to tell me she has a boyfriend?" Rafe asks, jogging slightly to catch up with his friend.

"Sorry, didn't think you'd be into my sister. Didn't think it mattered- that's not like, the most important thing about her, you know." Ben scoffs, shaking his head.

"Well, of course not. Would've been nice to know, though." Rafe grumbles, adjusting his bag on his shoulder.

"You're not hooking up with my sister. Listen, even if she wasn't dating that loser I wouldn't let you. That's like, fucked up." Ben says sternly. "What would you say if I said I was into Sarah, huh?"

"Dude- gross. She's like, seventeen." Rafe shakes his head, scrunching up his nose at the thought.

"Exactly." Ben agrees.

"Okay, well, that's different."

"You're digging yourself deeper and deeper man- you've just got to let it go." Ben insists, turning to walk towards his car on the opposite side of the parking lot from where Rafe parked his bike. "I'll see you at home!" He shouts back.

"See ya'," Rafe replies, walking in the opposite direction. He pulls the other side of his backpack over his shoulder, holding tightly onto the straps as he makes his way back to where he parked his bike- completely unaware that he was being watched through an upstairs window in C building by his friend's sister.

ahhh finally part one!! i’ve been working on this one for a hot minute so lmk all your thoughts and everything- i don’t have the whole thing planned out so also if anyone has any requests on where this should go, pls lmk!!

taglist: @madelynie @slut4drudy (message me or reply to this to be added!)

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curseofhecate · 1 year

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Doomed from the very start

Edmund Pevensie x Female!Reader

In which they didn't know who each other was, yet they still fell in love with one another.

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tw: clinche, and it's giving fairytail (or maybe it's just me).

This is set after the first movie. Both Edmund and reader are aged up. Maybe around 16 or 17.

Yesterday's masquerade ball was all everyone seemed to talk about. Maybe because it was the first one Cair Paravel had hosted in a while or maybe because it was the first one organised by the Pevensie siblings.

Most people they encountered with congratulated them. Susan took great pride in it, as she was the one who was responsible for organising every little detail. Peter, who was The High King, also took great pride in the ball's success.

Under any other circumstances, Edmund would be the first to complain about his brother's ego that only kept growing. But that wasn't the case today. The boy had barely been able to focus in anything else but her.

Last Night, at the Ball

The younger king of the two couldn't be seen, hiding in the shadows and avoiding any short of people that walked his way. From Peter, who wanted him to meet the rulers of near kingdoms and talk about, well some short of politics, to pretty princesses his age, dressed in beautiful gowns asking him to dance with them.

He preferred to keep his distance from the crowds, opting to hide in the dark corners of the room, from where he could easily see people dancing and conversing.

The soft music coming from the orchestra. the constant but subtle chatter and the occasional laughs, the clinking noises the glasses made had him feel both nervous and at ease in the same time.

He could be dancing with the prettiest girl of this entire magical world, but he didn't. Instead he sat there, leaning against the wall, watching the events of the night unfold before his eyes.

"What are you doing here?" a voice asked. The raven haired boy immediately turned his head to face a girl. Maybe it was because of the mask, black with silver details, that did a really good job at disguising her. She seemed familiar, as if he had seen her in a picture or randomly passed by her someday without realising it.

Her eyes were a beautiful shade of e/c and Edmund found himself getting lost in them. Shaking his head he snapped out of it, mentally taking notes of her appearance. Her skin tone, her h/c hair that were pulled into an elegant bun, the black dress she was wearing.

Everything about her had something magnetic, something that pulled him towards her. The boy sighed, realising he had been starring for way too long without answering her question. "I'm hiding from my brother".

The girl looked at him and smiled. "Your brother must suck then" she said. "Well, yeah sometimes" he admitted. The girl looked at him up and down, as if taking in his appearance. The young prince didn't fail to notice as a soft pink tainted his cheeks.

The girl chuckled at the sight of him blushing. "What's your name?" she asked. Edmund was surprised. No one had ever asked for his name since his crowning, it was well known that he was King Edmund the Just. "I'm Edmund" the boy answered, and for once he didn't feel like he had to pretend being someone else.

The girl shook his hand, an act unusual for girls, as most greeted him and his siblings with a curtsey and not a handshake. "What's yours?" he asked, letting go of her hand. "That's for me to know and you to find out".

"Hey, that's not fair!" the boy complained. "I told you my name so now you owe me yours".

"Is there any other way I could repay you that's not telling you my name" she asked hopefully. She knew the moment he learned her name he wouldn't want to be anywhere near her. She was no fool, she knew of the rivalry between his kingdom and hers.

The boy thought about her offer for a bit. "How about a dance then?" he asked hopefully. He wanted a chance to hold her and touch her as they swayed back and forth. He wanted to know what her touch felt like.

The girl agreed, knowing deep down that not one part of her could resist him. And even though she shouldn't, she knew she was already falling for him.

When the song ended, he took her hand and dragged her in the middle of the room. He stood there, placing a gentle hand on her waist as her arm found his shoulder.

The orchestra started to play a slower tune and they started dancing. Edmund was trying not to step on her feet, but it was clear he was failing miserably. "Sorry" he'd apologise. "I'm still not very good at this".

"It's fine" the girl would respond. "It took me years to learn how to dance properly" the girl chuckled, thinking back to the countless times she spent trying not to step on her partner’s feet.

The smile he gave her lit a flame in her heart. She was melting on the inside, and it scared her. The girl was used to being independent and confident. But something about Edmund made her feel shy and completely dependent.

By the end of the song they both had lost control over their feelings. They had fallen in love with one another, yet still pretended they didn't.

The boy smiled and let go of her waist, but still grasping her hand. He pulled her with him, walking towards the wide open French windows that lead to the balcony.

"Where are we going?" Y/n asked, a laugh escaping her lips as the boy continued to drag her. "Just follow me"

The made their way down the marble stairs that lead down to the garden. The music of the crowded room was fading with every step they took.

Making their way through trees and bushes the boy stopped in front of a fountain. It was made from white marble, a statue of Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of beauty decorating it. The sound of water flowing form under the goddess' feet was the only one that could be heard in the quiet of the night.

"It's so beautiful" the girl voiced out, amazed by the sight in front of her. "It really is" the boy agreed. Only he was talking about her.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" the girl asked softly, noticing how close her face was to his. "You are really pretty".

The boy's hand rested on her cheek as he slowly took off the mask that was hiding her face. Y/n didn't say anything, nor did she try to pull away or stop him.

The mask fell off his hands as he gazed at her now unmasked face, refusing to believe how pretty she was. How could someone be so beautiful?

There was no reason to pretend anymore. "Would it be weird if I told you I like you" the boy asked in a hushed tone. "No, I think it would be weirder if I told you I feel the same way".

The boy leaned in, lips brushing against hers. He looked into her eyes one last time before closing the distance that remained between them.

Their lips connected and time stopped for the both of them. If they could stay like this forever they would.

But they couldn't. Eventually the pulled apart, both of them struggling to breath. "This is wrong" the girl spoke. They boy' expression turned to a confused one.

"What? Why?"

"You'll learn eventually" the girl sighed before pulling him in for a second kiss. This time it was longer, full of passion and love. The girl pulled away, resting her forehead against hers.

"I have to go" she said, taking a step back.

"Wait!" the boy shouted alarmed grabbing her wrist. "Can I have one last kiss?"

The girl nodded and leaned in for a third time. This time it was more of a goodbye kiss.

The ghost of her lips still lingered over Edmund's, even when she said godbye to him before walking away. Turning back one last time the girl looked at him, as if trying to mesmerise every feature of the boy's face.

"Y/n"

Edmund just stood there, watching her walk away. Y/n. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.

Only when she was completely out of sight did he realise who she actually was and why she seemed familiar.

And in that moment he knew, they were doomed from the start.

#edmund pevensie #edmund pevensie x reader #the chronicles of narnia #curseofhecate

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smallestapplin · 1 year

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Hear me out

Botw submas au

You as the hero often pick up different things from different regions. Its second nature at this point, because you never know who might need something from across the kingdom.

Meanwhile, you find yourself slowly crushing on the twins who like to take apart guardians near Hyrule castle.

You want to confess, but also don’t want to ruin what you have with them. It’s difficult. You even wonder if it’s a good idea.

You are the hero, after all. They may not want to be with someone who died 100 years ago and has to fight the scary angry cloud guy holding Zelda hostage in the castle.

So, when talking to someone in Kakariko, you get an idea.

One of the many love languages happens to be flowers. You already give them stuff from different regions, but you could try flowers.

Flowers you’ve picked from every region.

A bouquet, with different meanings. If they figure out the meanings, they’ll know you are confessing. If not, then you at least get to see the silly twins happily accept your gift.

Whether they know from the get go, or find out from someone else what the flowers mean, is up to you.

-Zed

In honor of tears of the kingdom coming out today, I answer this

Word count : 1,267

Oh, you hate how you love them, but they won you over so easily! You are the hero of Hyrule, you don’t have time for romance or time to do something other than helping others, how could you be so selfish? Dragging them into this dangerous life when they aren’t even capable of fighting what you do on a daily basis. Yet they insisted they wanted to help you and to make sure their favorite customer was taking care of themself!

Even after finding out, you were the hero in the legends they grew up hearing, they didn’t treat you any differently, they still treated you like their dear friend. It had you smitten, but you didn’t even know where to begin in courting them, and showing you loved them, you had no idea what to do.

Until one of the shopkeepers was gushing to you about the flowers her husband got her, did the thought strike you.

Flowers! Of course! If her husband got her those flowers to show his love, then you could do the same. You just need them to not know it’s you, like a secret admirer you’ve heard about. You bought what you needed, and left with a clear idea in mind, you can only hope it doesn’t backfire on you.

To each province you went to you made sure to get enough flowers to make a bouquet, stopping by Hyrule castle to read about flower languages of course.

You smile at the memory of returning to the twins home, covered in dirt, and a few bits of your clothing burnt, and their frantic actions.

You chuckle to yourself remembering how Ingo had to sit down after you told them where you went.

You hold the bouquet close to your chest, eyes flickering between the warm safflina, and swift violets.

‘Virtue and love…’

Your face grows warm at just the thought of what you’re doing, but you will admit the bouquet is pretty, how the colors beautifully contrast and match.

And you made sure to make two! But Ingo’s has the violet on the outside, and the warm safflina on the inside, while Emmet’s has the swift violets and mighty thistle.

‘Good fortune and love.’

You can’t believe you’re doing this.

Hopefully they will catch on and say words themselves! You can’t even begin to think about saying such words to them. The Hero of Hyrule, and you can’t even say those few little words to them. You shake your head, clearing it of those thoughts, knowing if those two knew, they would be on your case.

You smile to yourself, picturing Emmet’s adorable angry pout, and Ingo’s stern gaze.

They care about you, that much is clear to you, but you can only hope they feel the same.

You left the bouquets in front of their home. You check to make sure the name tags on each were secure, before quickly taking your leave. Though you’re a little sad you won’t get to see their reactions, but you know they will tell you about it.

For the twins however, they awoke the same as always, Ingo woke up, made some breakfast, and when Emmet wasn’t getting up, he dragged his younger brother from his bed ignoring the pathetic cries of Emmet’s people.

Emmet finally got to stand and went to check the mail, only stopping mid-step at the sight of such pretty flowers so neatly wrapped on his doorstep. Emmet looks around, before bending to pick them up when he sees the tags. He takes notice of the handwriting, it looks a bit shaky, like someone was trying hard to make it look pretty, and now like how they usually write.

“Ingo, we have some verrry pretty gifts!”

That gets the older twin’s attention, and he’s quick to approach, gasping at the flowers.

“My those are lovely, who gave us them?” Ingo carefully takes the bouquet from his brother, gazing at the flowers in pure awe.

“I’m not sure.”Emmet flips the tag on his, only for his face to burn bright red at the sight of the words.

‘For my beloved good luck charm.’

Emmet can’t stop the squeal that leaves him, nor does his pointed ears twitch as he jumps around at the cute word. Ingo can’t get a word out of his brother, so he flips his tag as well.

‘For my honorable love.’

Ingo can feel his lips quiver, and his face heating up. He glances at the flowers once more, realizing their meaning corresponds with what the flowers mean.

“We have an admirer! Oh sooo cute!” Are the first words Emmet can say, as his smile is making it hard to speak.

But who would have given it to them? Did the flowers match the notes, or was it just luck? Ingo has so many questions, but the main one he’s hoping is true, is that their hero friend dropped these off for them. His heart flutters at the thought of you giving them these flowers.

After you learned of how excited they were, you made sure that at least four times a week you gave them flowers, but two things stayed the same.

Each bouquet had swift violets in them, and a note matching.

Each morning now was Emmet waking up first, excited to see if they got flowers again or not. Though one thing was becoming clear, the days they didn’t get flowers, were the days you were off somewhere much further away, or calming a divine beast.

You’d always tell them where you were heading off to next, so it was slowly becoming clearer and clearer that it had to be you. Even then, some of the flowers were something most couldn’t get to easily, or even find!

“Do we confront them?” Emmet asked, stroking one of the petals of the newest bunch of flowers.

He’s never seen Silent Princess’s before, and he had to admit they were quickly becoming his favorite.

“But what if they stop giving us flowers?” Ingo counters, placing his bouquet in a vase, and fluffing them up a bit, making sure the blue nightshade is even.

He loves the flowers you give them, always making sure they have some before you leave somewhere.

“Hmm…maybe they are waiting?”

Emmet looks to his twin, silently asking him to continue.

“It’s just maybe they are shy, after all, feelings, especially these ones, are either completely new to them, or they weren’t allowed to express them out of fear. We have to remember that the royal family was not kind to them.”

Emmet attempts to scowl, but Ingo is right, this is likely all so new and overwhelming for you.

“Perhaps they are trying to work up the courage?”

Now Ingo looks at his brother, almost glaring.

“Sorry sorry! Verrry bad joke.”

“Indeed. I just…” he sighs “I wish to speed this up a little, and ask to court them.”

“If you don’t I will! We meet with them today, right? I am Emmet. I will ask them out.”

Ingo doesn’t understand why Hylia cursed him with Emmet as his twin, but he will be damned if Emmet asks you without him present.

They both love you, and the flowers confirm you love them too! And they are happy to share you, as long as you let them.

And you did just calm a divine beast, the last one to be exact, as they could see Rudania on top of Death Mountain, aiming a laser towards the castle, so you will likely be back today.

They can only hope something doesn’t stop you from coming back to them soon.

#botw submas au #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokemon ingo #pokemon emmet #pokemon submas #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon emmet x reader #pokemon submas x reader #submas x reader #submas botw au

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seiyasabi · 2 years

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GBF

(Someone told me their idea of ‘yandere seemingly gay guy x fem reader who thinks they’re their bestie,’ and I foamed at the mouth. Anon I wanna kiss u on the mouth.

This is a Yan Vil x Fem Reader story, so proceed w caution!!! Some details may not be canon, so plz don’t yell at me, I’ll throw up.

TW: !!!noncon/dubcon!!!, !mistaken sexuality!, !reader is like ?? but ur gay and Vil is like ‘lemme show u that I’m not’, Vil is a meangirl as usual, unsafe sex!, need to express that he’s straight!, slight manhandling that is seemingly OOC, kinda dacryphilia, D/S kind of relationship, use of the word master, drugging!, hand on neck action, etc..

Please proceed with caution!)

“-So I asked him if the extension was necessary, and he told me that because I was a distraction, he couldn’t get his part of the project completed. Can you believe that??? He’s blaming me for wanting to do the project in the same room, rather than separately, just in case he needed help! How rude!” You puff your cheeks indignantly, painting your nondominant hand a royal purple, matching Vil’s iconic look.

Vil gives an airy chuckle, he’s currently styling his hair into his normal updo, making sure his braids are even on both sides of his head, “I don’t think he means it in the way you think, darling. I believe he’s insinuating that he finds you… endearing. Perhaps he has a crush on you?” The blond is gritting his teeth at that idea. No one deserves to have you (besides him of course)! This disgusting boy who happens to be your partner needs to be reminded of his place.

Whilst your best friend is brewing in his growing anger, you think about the situation thoughtfully. He may be right, your lab partner may have a crush on you! He wouldn’t be the first to, but he’s quite unkempt. Idia doesn’t practice self care, and that’s a big ick to you, “Hmm, maybe. But, hopefully not! While he may be nice, he’s not my type.”

That catches Vil’s attention. You always say they’re ‘not your type,’ but you have yet to disclose what is!

“I see,” He joins you at his coffee table that you’re currently sitting at, daintily setting himself down on the seat next to you, “Now, be honest with me; what man- scratch that- boy is your type? I’ve grown curious about who you may fancy.”

You feel your face grow hot, eyes glued to your newly painted nails. You can’t possibly tell him about your crush on his guy best friend! That would be overstepping soooo many boundaries, so you need to think of someone other than Rook!

“It’s too embarrassing, I don’t want to say,” The slight tremor in your voice catches his attention right away. Who could you possibly be thinking about to make you so flustered?

“Oh, don’t be shy. I’m your best friend, you can tell me anything,” He drawls, grabbing your hands and inspecting your paint job. You did quite a good job, and he gives a small smirk of approval.

“Well… you have to promise to not be mad,” He raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow. Who could it possibly be?

“Darling, as long as you don’t say the name ‘Crowley,’ I promise I won’t be.”

That draws a giggle from your perfect lips, body shaking with laughter. That was certainly unexpected, but what else do you expect from your best friend? He’s quite hilarious when he’s comfortable with you.

“No, no! I’m not into men like that,” You stick your tongue out at him teasingly, “He’s way too old, he reminds me of a grandpa.”

He cracks a smile, his dark lipstick contrasting perfectly with his white teeth, “That’s fair, but no changing the subject. Now I’m even more curious as to who you like.”

You grumble for a few moments, before deciding to be honest, “Well, you know him, first and foremost. He’s blond,” Vil visibly perks up, “He’s funny, quite strange, and takes very good care of himself.”

You must be talking about him! Though, that strange comment hurts a little bit, he’s willing to look past it if it means he can have you, “I think I know who you’re talking about,” Vil states smugly, a practically dazzling smile on his perfect face, “I’m not mad at all about it, I’m actually quite happy. It must’ve taken a lot out of you to confess like this.”

Nodding, you give his hands a small squeeze, “I’m so happy you’re not mad! I was so worried you would be!”

“Not at all,” He releases one of your hands in favour of moving some stray hairs out of your face, “I’m so glad you feel the same.”

This causes your heart to practically explode in your chest! Rook feels the same?!

“Really? He feels the same way?” Instead of answering you, Vil presses a perfect kiss print against your cheek, surprising you, “Uhhhh, what?”

He smiles at you, eyes practically glimmering like the glitter on his eyelids, “Oh, how long I’ve waited for you to confess. I’ve liked you since the day you asked for blending techniques, fairest.”

Hold on- did Vil think that you like him?! And did he like you back?! Isn’t he gay?! And did he just admit that you’re the fairest of them all?! What the fuck is happening?!

You shrink back, gulping due to your nerves, “I-I think there’s been some confusion,” His smile noticeably becomes tight, eyes staring into you like a great white’s, “I like Rook… I like him a lot. I should’ve been more specific, I’m sorry. But, I’m also really confused right now.”

“What could you possibly be confused about?” The way he speaks through gritted teeth scares you, especially with how tight the grip on your hand has become. Is he trying to break your hand?

“Aren’t you, uhm,” You pause for a second, trying to come up with the right words, but find none, “Aren’t you gay? I-I thought you liked men this entire time!”

He stares at you for a long moment, before bursting out into uncharacteristically loud laughter. Vil can’t believe it- you thought he was gay? Oh dear, that sure complicated things, “Oh no, I’m most definitely not. Whilst it’s okay to be gay, I am not. I love women,” He leans in close, eyes shining in pure, unadulterated love, “And let there be no mistake; I love you.”

A nervous sweat breaks out on your skin, as you realise how many boundaries you’d inadvertently pushed, “Wait, hold on; does this mean that you’ve,” Your heart stutters in your chest, “You’ve watched me change and-“

“Yes, and I won’t apologise for doing so. You never asked, darling, so you can’t blame a man for watching the love of his life in the nude.”

This entire situation is too hard for you to handle, “I can’t believe it- you broke my trust! I-I did all of these things under the-“

“Ah, ah, ah, that’s not fair. You assumed that I was gay, if anything, I should be the one who’s offended,” His grip somehow becomes tighter, long, perfectly manicured nails digging into your skin, “And on top of that, it turns out you’re foolishly in love with my other best friend.”

The way his shadow suddenly looms over yours causes you to twitch in mild fear, his voice sounding icy like his stare, “I can’t help that I like him! And how could I not assume?! You never explicitly stated any interest in women, but you are always obsessed over other men’s looks! What was I supposed to think?”

“Tch, you’re lucky I love you, (First name). If I didn’t, I would post a smear campaign against you online, because of these allegations,” Oh, that was a thinly veiled threat. You’re so close to pissing yourself in fear, it’s not even funny.

“I-what- are you threatening me?”

“Not at all, I'm just stating my feelings on the matter,” He smirks, suddenly releasing your hand, in favour of inspecting the nail polish you’re currently using, “Now that that’s out of the way, I’ll finish your dominant hand for you. You know how much I hate sloppily done manicures.”

Your mouth is wide open, disbelief encasing your entire being, “What?! You-you can’t just-“

“Shh,” He silences you with ease, his shark eyes shining in barely concealed delight, “I can just do that, fairest. Who would believe you? Hmm? You’re just a pretty girl against a social media tycoon.”

Your lip wobbles at his softly spoken, but stabbing words. He’s right, you know he is, but it still doesn’t stop a sinking feeling from forming within your chest. You want to scream, cuss, spit, pull his perfectly done hair from his head… but you can’t. Even when he threatens you, you can’t help but think about the times he was a good friend. Before… all of this, which makes it hurt even more.

“So, you’re going to be a good girl, and let me finish your manicure. You know I hate it when a beauty regimen is half done,” Without waiting for your response, he carefully unscrews the royal purple nail polish with one hand, and begins to meticulously apply it to your perfectly filed nails.

You hate to say it, but the blond is amazing when it comes to anything beauty related.

It’d taken a very long (and tense on your part) hour for your nails to be ‘done,’ leaving Vil to bask in your, understandably, uncomfortable presence.

The need to leave continues to rise, but you’re unsure how to go about saying goodbye. Normally, you wouldn’t leave until Vil finished his nightly routine, the male gently shooing you under the guise of him needing his ‘beauty sleep.’

But, today it was completely different. It was only 6 in the evening, and you were ready to run as far away as you can from his expensive flat.

Maybe if you left and ghosted him, he’d leave you alone… that’s what you hope, anyway,

But who are you kidding? The blond would probably make a very public post about you being lovers or something, forcing you to come back into his clutches without the need for physical violence.

And, if that didn’t work, he’d send Rook to drag you back to him.

You’re so deep within your own thoughts, that you don’t notice the blond making dinner, much less finishing it, and plating the (healthy meal of choice). He sets the dish in front of you, expecting your usual praise. But, when he notices your glossy eyes staring off into nothing, he snaps his fingers, immediately gaining your attention.

“(Your name), darling, are you alright? If you continue to day dream, I can’t promise that your food will be fresh when you get to it,” He sets his own plate down at the seat beside you, gracefully sitting down, and placing a napkin on his lap.

You nod at him, eyes fixating on the food in front of you, “Yeah, I’m good. Just thinking.”

His sharp eyes are on you in an instant, watching as you fiddle with your utensils.

“What could you be thinking about in that cute brain of yours?” He (pushes your hair out of your face/pulls your chin in his direction) with two fingers, allowing you to view him with ease.

“I’m just… in shock. I didn’t realise that you’re not… you know-“

Sighing in slight annoyance, Vil stares at you with dull eyes, “When will you drop this?” His sharp words cause you to flinch, not expecting his slightly elevated volume, “I am not a gay man, I am straight. I will always love women romantically, I will never view men in that same regard,” He grabs your hand in a tight grip, “I am also helplessly infatuated with you, and there’s nothing you can do to make me feel otherwise. Now, do you feel assured of my true feelings? I promise that I am not toying with you, and I genuinely want to pursue a relationship with you.”

You try to pull your hand away, but his grip remains strong. The intensity of his stare is enough to make you avert your eyes, “That's the problem; I don’t want a relationship with you. I no longer trust you-“

He releases your hand, in favour of gripping at your thigh. Vil’s nails dig into your flesh and muscle, causing you to yelp in mild pain, your own hand grabbing at his to try to ease his grip, “Eat. Your. Food. I don’t want to hear the hurtful things you’re about to say.”

When you don’t immediately begin to eat, he gives another squeeze. Glaring, you shove his hand off of you, causing him to scratch your smooth skin, but you don’t care, “I’m not hungry! I want to go home-“

Vil stands up suddenly, scaring you. He marches to the fridge, forcing it open, and grabbing a large cup filled with a pink smoothie. Slamming the icebox closed, he rushes at you, face unreadable but eyes flashing with anger. Placing the smoothie in front of you, he crossed his arms, looking at you expectantly.

“Fine, if you’re not hungry, at least drink this smoothie. It’s filled with vitamins and minerals, along with a potion to make your skin clear and glowy.”

You look at him, before looking back at the smoothie, “I don’t want it. I just told you; I want to go home. Hell, maybe I’ll go see Rook-“

“You will do no such thing,” He hisses, pushing the drink closer to you, “Drink the smoothie, or else I’ll do something you won’t like.”

You swallow harshly, eyeing the drink. With a shaky hand, you grab the cold glass, before taking a large sip. It’s so sugary, reminding you of the pastries Trey makes. You can’t help but gag at the overabundance of sweetness, setting the glass down on the countertop, and pushing it away from yourself.

“Great Seven! What did you put in this?” Coughing, you try to clear your throat, eyes watering.

“Don’t be dramatic- the smoothie is good for you. Drink it all, or else I won’t let you leave.”

“You can’t keep me here, that’s unlawful imprisonment-“

“Shh, just drink,” Without warning, he picks up the smoothie, and practically pours it down your gullet. Liquid splashes down your face, as you try, and fail, to swallow all of its contents.

You’re somehow able to gulp down the majority of it, causing Vil to let up, effectively letting you breathe. You cough and splutter, leaning over the counter to try to catch your breath.

“What the fuck, Vil?! I could’ve choked!” You wipe at your mouth and chin, taking in the soiled front of your cute blouse. The pink is sure to stain ://

He says nothing, just staring down at you, as if he’s waiting for something.

“Why’re you looking at me like that?! Say something!” He grins at you, showing all of his teeth, causing a feeling of dread to settle deep within your bones, “Did-did you poison me? Oh God, am I going to die?”

Your body suddenly becomes hot, causing tears to head your eyes in fear. This is how you’re going to die!

Sobs wrack your body, as Vil all but drags you to your feet, and begins to bring you to his bedroom. Is he going to dismember your body in his en-suite bathroom? Oh no! Oh no!

Pushing you into his bathroom, he begins to unbutton your blouse, nimble fingers exposing your perfect, bra-clad chest. You try to shove at his hands, but your limbs feel like they’re made of lead. Even standing is a chore, causing you to stumble, falling into Vil’s surprisingly sturdy chest.

He clicks his tongue at your actions, but says nothing, making the experience all the more terrifying. He’s almost never quiet, which means he’s probably up to something.

“What’re you- what’re you doing? Why’re you undressing me? Are you going to cut me up?” Your teary eyed look makes his cock throb, you’re just so adorable when you’re reliant upon him.

“Not at all, I’m simply making it easier for us when you reach the next stage.”

Fat tears drip down your face and your lip trembles, “Next stage?”

He nods, the smirk on his face is domineering, crazed, even, “Yes, fairest. I know you don’t believe me when I say I’m… infatuated with you, and what better way to show you, than claiming your pretty pussy?”

You blanche, body heating up more than before, heart beating almost out of your chest. You don’t want him to, but it seems your body is thinking to you, “What did you do? What was in that?”

He loves that pleading tone, loves your pitiful reaction, and especially loves the way you tremble against him. Oh, how long he’s waited for this moment!

“Shh, don’t worry about that. All that matters is that you’ll feel good. Master will make sure of it.”

Sudden cramping in your abdomen causes you to slump into Vil bonelessly, a small cry leaving your lips. His lithe fingers dance against your hot skin, relishing the way you’re being broken down by the aphrodisiac.

You once again try to shove at him, but to no avail. You practically sink to your knees in pain, Vil loosely holding your arms as you rest your head against his hip. He’s so tall compared to you, so the only way to rest against him was quite inappropriate.

“Awe, are you alright, darling? Tell your Master what the problem is.”

A small sob is all he receives in response, causing a chilling laugh to resound around the room.

“Poor dear. Here, I’ll help you out of these pesky clothes,” Pulling you up to your feet, Vil begins to undress you. He pulls your top completely off of you, before all but ripping off your trousers. You’re left only in your bra and panties, which you try, and fail, to cover with your hands. The blond coos are your cute display, before he yanks your bra off of your chest, and shucks your panties down your legs. Slick immediately drips down your thighs, now that your panties are no longer holding it in. He used two fingers to swipe at your sensitive pussy, causing you to whine as you soak his hand in your fluids, “Does your cunny feel empty, fairest? Do you need your Master to fill you up?”

“No! Don’t- don’t touch me there! I don’t want you; I want Rook!”

Vil practically growls at your words, a sudden and mannish feeling of wrath overcoming him, as he grips your jaw in one hand, squishing your cheeks painfully, and digging his nails into your pretty skin. You whimper, as he starts to drag you to his perfectly made bed.

“Don’t say that name is my presence ever again, (Your name), I don’t have the patience for your rebellious behaviour. I am the only man who deserves you, and I won’t let him or your incorrect ideals about my sexuality get in the way of that.”

He shoves you on the bed face first, forcing your ass up into the air, your legs folded underneath you. Vil grabs a pillow from the head of the bed, shoving it under your stomach, making your back arch more than before. He shrugs his expensive robe off of his shoulders, gracefully tossing it onto the bench at the foot of his bed.

You writhe on the mattress, trying to move out of the position he forced you into, only for a harsh grip around your waist to still your movements. Your tears drip onto the silk duvet, as you sob out in both pain and betrayal, “Stop this insolence, darling. I won’t hurt a single hair on your pretty head, as long as you sit still and look pretty for me.”

He smoothes a hand over your perky ass, relishing the feeling on his soft hand. He’s waited so, so long for you to fall into his clutches, and now he doesn’t ever want to let you go.

Moving his gaze down to your dripping cunny, he can’t help but shove two manicured fingers into you. A loud keen echoes throughout the room, causing his cock to jump in his perfectly pressed trousers. Yeah, he should’ve done this the moment he realised his feelings for you.

He scissors his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace, his thumb rubbing small circles over your throbbing clit. You can’t control your moans, as the pads of his fingers massage your g-spot with vigour. Your fluids drip down his hand, coating his dress shirt’s sleeve in your slick, but he can’t find it within himself to care.

You’re so out of it, that you begin to ride his fingers, ass bouncing with every rut against his pretty hand. You ground yourself against his finger tips, loving how he plays with your enlarged g-spot, wanting nothing more than to cream all over him. If he’s this good with his hands, your drugged mind can only imagine what he can do with his cock.

Vil’s in complete awe, relishing the way you’re seemingly giving into him. He should’ve given you an aphrodisiac a long time ago.

He so desperately wanted to see your face, knowing that a pretty princess like you would be drooling at his fingering skills.

You teeter so close to the edge, pussy clamping down on his nimble fingers. Your moans and cries grow louder, as he constantly abuses your g-spot, causing your legs to shake and your eyes to roll to the back of your head. Yet, before you can squirt all over him, he pulls back, delivering a harsh smack to your plush ass, “I didn’t say you could cum, fairest. Only good girls are allowed to, and since you didn’t ask, I don’t think that applies to you,”

Sobbing, you grip the sheets below you, “Please, Vil! I need it! I need to cum so bad!”

He laughs at your pitiful display, before unbuttoning his dress trousers and pulling out his cock. He’s long and thin, tip flushed a pastel pink. Pre-cum practically drips from his tip, leaving small drops on both his trousers and sheets. He’s not too worried about it, though, you’ll either lick it up later or a maid will clean it.

“Hmm, I suppose I can allow it. But,” he spreads your pussy open with two fingers, taking in the perfect sight of your puffy, dripping hole, “You can only cum on my cock.”

When you don’t immediately respond, he pinches your clit between his thumb and forefinger, causing your body to jolt, a scream tumbling from your lips before you can stop it.

“You will respond when I ask you a question, (Your name). Never ignore your Master,” You nod your head rapidly, more tears dripping down your face.

“Yes, yes, I’m sorry! Please stop,” He releases you, lightly patting you on the pussy, before lining his cockhead up to your prepaired cunny.

“Good, darling. Now, let me show you what you do to me,” Without another word, he shoves his prick inside of you, bumping into your cervix harshly. What he didn’t have in girth, he made up for in length. Vil’s eyes practically roll to the back of his head, mouth open, face screwed up in an abnormally imperfect expression, “Fuck,” He swears, which he almost never does, “I knew your pussy would be perfect for me.”

He bucks into you ungracefully, which would have surprised you, if you weren’t so drugged up. You moan and cry, both loving and hating what he’s doing to your body. Your pussy creams around his cock, coating his cock in a milky white sheen, which the blond male looks at in awe. Using the two fingers that’s holding your cunny open, he releases one part in favour of lightly rubbing your engorged clit.

Gasping at how you grip down on him, he begins to slam into you at a decent pace. His thrusts lightly rock your body, your face still smooshed into his bed spread. His pretty moans intermingle with yours, as he continues to assault your clit and fuck into you.

Your juices drip down your thighs and onto his bedspread, cream and slick mixing together for a sinful concoction. Your g-Spot is so enlarged from the drug, that every drag of his cock has you practically convulsing.

“Vil! Vil!” He gives a breathy laugh at your sweet keening, pressing down a little harder on your pretty clit.

“Yes, fairest?” He acts coy, pretending to not understand why you’re calling out for him.

“It’s-it’s too much! I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum!” Your foggy mind barely recalls his previous orders, filling the blond with pride.

“Since you asked so nicely,” He leans in close to you, the soft fabric of his blouse feeling wonderful against your heated skin, “Go ahead, darling. Cum all over your Master’s cock.”

Your body squeezes down on him harsher than before, practically milking him for everything he has. He lets out an unusually mannish grunt, spilling his seed deep inside of you, as you squirt around him. Both of your releases drip down the both of you; your bare thighs covered in delicious cream, whilst Vil’s designer trousers are completely soiled. Yet, Vil wouldn’t have it any other way.

“What a perfect darling,” He releases your pussy, in favour of wrapping an arm around your bare chest, and flipping you onto your back. Your (hair is a complete mess/drool is leaking out of your mouth), makeup completely smeared all over your face. Though Vil is always one for perfection, he can’t help but think you look better this way, “You did so well for me, (Your name). So well, in fact, I believe you deserve another release.”

You whimper, body completely boneless underneath him, “Please, please, I need you so bad. I feel so empty, Vil,” Your eyes are still teary, lips still trembling. It causes his cock to twitch.

He places a kiss to your lips, his lipstick transferring onto you very noticeably, “Call me by the correct name, fairest, and I’ll make sure you can’t move tomorrow.”

You gulp, mind screaming at you to hold your ground, but you fall victim to the drug burrowing inside of you, “Please, Master, I need you.”

With a smug grin, Vil forces your thighs open, lining his now erect cock with your cum filled pussy, “I’ll do so, with great pleasure.”

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #vil x reader #vil shoenheit x reader #yandere vil x reader #yandere vil schoenheit

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shadowqueenjude · 6 months

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ACOTAR TOG crossover part 2

If you haven't already, read part 1 first: https://www.tumblr.com/lorcanisdabest/734818530353152000/tog-characters-meet-acotar-characters-part-1?source=share Aelin surveyed Lucien’s house. It was quite stylish on the inside and large enough that the male must be doing quite well for himself.

They would probably have to sleep on the floor of the house however, considering this was no palace, and therefore there weren’t seemingly unlimited rooms. But Aelin didn’t feel like searching for a better place. She trusted this male, but involving anyone else in a world where most people wouldn’t be able to understand her was a risk too big for her to take.

She had done a quick headcount of her friends and realized that her cousin and his wife had not been sucked into the vortex. Good. Hopefully, they’d keep Terrasen stable while Aelin figured out how the hell they would get out of here.

The place seemed weirdly familiar, as if she had been here in a fervor dream or something. Maybe she had. Gods knew she had been through much weirder shit than that.

Aelin searched for the redheaded male to ask him more questions but found he was missing.

“He went somewhere with Fenrys,” Rowan explained. Aelin smirked. “Fenrys has a little crush on him, doesn’t he?”

Rowan chuckled. “It’s been a while since he’s met a male with hair to rival his. You heard him bombarding the poor male about his hair-care techniques.”

Indeed, Fenrys came back about a half an hour later beaming with delight. “Look at my hair!” he exclaimed, beaming, and shaking it out. He had dyed it a red to match Lucien’s fiery coloration and had also added some product to give himself waves. “I’m keeping my hair red forever.”

Lucien snorted. “That much hair dye is not good for your hair. My hair is natural.”

Fenrys grinned and turned to their companions. “Which one of us is hotter?”

“Lucien,” everyone said. Fenrys scowled at them, Lucien coughing to hide his laugh.

“Seriously? All of you?”

“Who knows? Maybe it’s the scar, it gives his face a wicked edge. Don’t be jealous, bird boy,” Aelin said, swatting Rowan’s arm with a laugh.

Fenrys’s smile faded. “Who gave that to you?” Fenrys asked.

Lucien grimaced. “A female named Amarantha. She was a tyrant who once ruled over us all. I was sent to bargain with her. She refused. So, I told her to go back to the hellhole she crawled out of. She clawed my eye out as punishment.”

Fenrys winced. “I once served someone like that. Her name was Maeve. I never wanted to serve her, but she had taken my twin brother, so I agreed to serve her in order to protect him. Some good that did,” Fenrys chuckled bitterly.

Lucien asked, “Did she kill him? Your brother?”

“Executed him right in front of my eyes,” Fenrys said. Tears bit at the corner of his eyes. “And I just stood there helplessly. I could do nothing.”

Lucien replied quietly, “My father had my lover executed right in front of my eyes. Had my brothers hold me down and watch.”

Dorian perked up at that. “Your father did that to you?”

Lucien shrugged. “Not the nurturing sort.”

“My father did the same to me,” Dorian whispered. “Minus the brothers part.”

Aelin watched as Fenrys, Lucien, and Dorian all looked at each other. Some sort of understanding passing between them; the burden of enduring traumas that no one else in their lives would be able to relate to.

Aelin shivered as the melted snow seeped into her clothes.

Lucien seemed to notice that and said, “All of you stay here. I’ll go and get you guys some…clothing.”

For somebody who had never spoken their language, he spoke remarkably well, but he still hesitated on the occasional word.

Aelin’s mate’s face narrowed on the stranger as he walked out of the house.

“You sure you trust him?” Rowan asked.

Aelin shrugged. “Seems decent enough. Besides, he’s way outnumbered, anyway.”

“You don’t know what matter of power he possesses,” Rowan countered. “I could smell flame on him, just like yours. And something else I didn’t recognize. He’s a lot more powerful than he looks. And we have no idea how magic works here. Perhaps he possesses 10 times the power we do. Perhaps our magic doesn’t even work here.”

Aelin scowled and concentrated. To her delight, a small ball of flame appeared in her hand.

“Well, that answers that question,” Rowan says, snorting as he formed a block of ice in his own hand.

Lucien searched around Velaris for a good clothing store when he found a shop in the middle of the city.

It was small, but neat and tidy, so Lucien took a chance and ducked inside the building.

He found himself standing in front of a pretty Illyrian female with dark hair and shredded wings. Lucien raised a brow at them.

“Who did that to you?” Lucien asked. The female’s face hardened. “None of your business.”

Lucien stilled. Then said, “I’m sorry for prying. I was just wondering who would do such a heinous thing.”

“You must not be from around here,” the female said. She gestured to his clothes, his hair. “You don’t look like it anyway. Illyrian females getting their wings cut off is common practice here, I’m afraid. No matter what laws may be in place to address it.”

Lucien scowled. “But Rhys- your High Lord, I mean, doesn’t he do anything to stop it?”

The female sighed. “He’ll occasionally send people to show that he’s ‘enforcing’ his laws, but he never really pushes them. Probably because he relies on their armies.”

Lucien clenched his fists. “He’s your High Lord. He ought to be doing more than that.”

The female shrugged. “What’s one female and one male going to do about it? Are you here to buy clothes or discuss politics?”

“Right,” Lucien said, remembering himself. “Do you have warm winter clothes for females?”

The female nodded, turning around to her pile in the back, and Lucien held in his wince at the sight of the cuts on her wings. They were not clean- a sign she had perhaps struggled.

The female showed him her supply of winter clothes and Lucien chose some of them before handing the rest back over to her.

“I could probably have those fixed for you, you know.”

The female turned to him while she was restocking her clothes. “What?”

“Those wings,” Lucien said, nodding to the shredded stumps. “I have a friend who’s a mechanic- she kind of specializes in body parts. She made my eye,” he said, gesturing to the golden eye on one side of his face. It whirred as if in response to his words.

The female’s eyes widened. “Really? Do you really think that’s possible?”

“She has made many prosthetic body parts. I do not see why not,” Lucien said. He sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Rhysand has me play his diplomat,” he mutters to himself, “but hides issues within his own court from me.”

“You seem on familiar terms with our High Lord,” the female said a tad bit sharply.

Lucien shrugged. “I work for him,” he replied. A half-truth. He angled his head at her. “What is your name?”

“Emerie,” she said, holding his gaze with unflinching steel. A warrior through and through. Lucien smiled chivalrously at her. “Lucien.”

Just then, Nesta Archeron walked into Emerie’s shop. She stiffened when she sighted Lucien, and Lucien resisted the urge to groan. Exactly what he needed at this point in time. At least Elain wasn’t around, so the female couldn’t hiss at him for going anywhere near her. But perhaps this Emerie was her friend and Nesta would hiss at him for hanging out with her.

“What are you doing here, Lucien?” Nesta snapped, glaring at him.

Lucien resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He loved a girl with attitude as much as the next male, but damn did she ever turn it off? “Buying clothes,” he said calmly with a little smirk on his face just to piss her off.

Indeed, ire rippled in Nesta’s eyes. “And why are you buying female’s clothes? Those are not for Elain, are they?”

“If they were, it wouldn’t be any of your business,” Lucien said in that same infuriatingly calm voice. Nesta stalked towards him, ignoring Emerie’s protests that she didn’t want a brawl in her store.

“She is my sister. Of course, it’s my business.”

“You’re not your sister’s keeper,” Lucien said coolly. “You have to let her live her own life.” When silver flames started to glow in Nesta’s eyes, Lucien decided to finally spare her and say, “These clothes are not for her, however.” At her skeptical look, Lucien said, “You’re welcome to come with me and find out who these clothes are for. I could use the help anyway, and I’m not sure I trust the Inner Circle to deal with this in a discreet manner.”

Nesta raised her eyebrows in surprise but only said, “Fine.”

#aelin galathynius #fenrys moonbeam #rowan whitethorn #lucien vanserra #nesta archeron #dorian havilliard #fanfic #crossover #emerie of illyria

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quartzwhortz · 5 months

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𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩 𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰 | 𝔞 𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔫𝔢-𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱

✰ summary: (18+) you assist rick in a discussion with carl, which brings up feelings of his own.

✰ wc: 6.7k

✰ warnings: angst, comfort, mutual pining, jealousy, smut (heavy on the oral fixation bc rick is a munch hdhdhd)

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As a teacher, helping kids comes to you with ease. Their trust does too. It means so much to you that the children of Alexandria feel comfortable enough to ask you for guidance, Carl being no exception.

After you wrap up your lesson, the kids disperse to enjoy the rest of their day. Carl takes the opportunity to walk over to you, his stomach in knots.

You furrow your brows, giving him a concerned look. “Hey, bud. Everything OK?” He looks at you, unsure of how to explain his dilemma.

“Yeah, um … I kind of like this girl and I think she likes me back, but I still have feelings for someone else,” he looks down briefly pausing “That … someone else probably doesn’t see me that way, but, I just have to know. On top of that … they’re best friends,” he explains nervously.

You know the feeling of liking someone only to be unsure of the other’s feelings. The potential of losing a friend, or at the very least having them see you differently, is terrifying.

‘It’s funny, really. Even as the world crumbles, our seemingly small problems feel so … colossal,’ you consider.

Carl looks up at you, expectantly. “Well, no matter what you choose to do, you still have so much love around you. I know either of those girls would be happy to hear how you feel. Being honest is scary, but you’ll feel better.”

He nods, taking in your suggestion. “Thanks, I’ll think about it.”

You give him a soft smile, secretly wishing you could take your own advice.

—

Later that day, you find Rick. His back is turned to you, measuring some support beams for the wall. You can’t help but admire his form, his muscles straining against the arms of his button-down. You wipe the thoughts away, ‘now is really not the time.’

“Hey, Rick,” you call out. He stops what he’s doing at turns to you, his blue eyes meeting yours. He smiles softly, running his hand through his hair. You imagine your hand doing the same, grasping the curls draping his neck.

“Hey, how was today’s lesson?” He asks, one hand moving to his hip.

“It was good! We’re starting the creative writing unit and I can’t be more excited,” you say with a smile.

“Glad to hear it. Carl giving you any trouble?” His eyes crinkle, a playful smile emerging. You chuckle, shaking your head.

“You know the answer to that,” you start. “He did tell me about some … girl trouble he’s having,” you explain.

He tilts his head, an amused smile adorning his strong features.

“He’s got feelings for two different people, but he wants to be with the girl he liked first. I … think it might be Sophia,” you say with a chuckle. They have been inseparable ever since she was found at Hershel’s farm, to no surprise to anyone.

Ricks's hand grasps his chin, stroking his light stubble. “I’ll talk to him,” he says, smiling softly.

“I can … help if you want?” I ask hopefully.

“That’d be helpful, you’re good with him,” he says with a nod that you reciprocate.

As you start to turn away, he speaks up. “Wanna join us for dinner tonight?” He says, his eyes searching yours as you turn around. “Sounds good,” you say, trying to hide your eagerness.

With a soft smile you head off in the direction of your house, just a few doors down from Rick’s.

—

You change out of your clothes, searching for something a little more put together. ‘It has been a while since I wore a dress,’ you think to yourself. You can’t help but laugh.

‘Why am I taking this so seriously? This dinner is about Carl. His asking me to dinner has nothing to do with my hidden feelings for him … ones that aren't reciprocated.’

You still remember the first time you saw him in the prison, stepping off the bus from Woodbury. He made sure to make you feel comfortable, taking a liking to you from the start. Only as a friend, you’re sure.

You finish up, slipping on your shoes before leaving the house. You walk the path to Rick’s, your nerves make the trip feel miles long.

You finally reach his door and as you lift your hand to knock, Carl bursts through the door. Tears are streaming down his face and you try to reach out to him, but he brushes you away. You turn to watch him barreling down the stairs, his fists clenched in anger. You rush into the house to find Rick in the kitchen, looking out the door in worry. He looks at you, eyebrows furrowed.

“Carl just ran out crying, I have no idea what happened,” you explain. He walks towards you, placing his hand on the small of your back. It’s a simple gesture, but it affects you nonetheless.

He guides you outside, closing the door behind the both of you. You rush to the gazebo to find Carl with his knees against his chest, his face stained with tears. Your heart wrenches at the sight. It’s so hard to see family in pain.

“Hey … what happened?” You question softly. You look towards Rick as he sits beside his son.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he says curtly, turning his face away from the both of you.

“Carl-” Rick starts before Carl cuts him off.

“It doesn’t matter, Enid doesn’t see me the way I see her. There’s no way she won't talk to Sophia about it. I’m so embarrassed,” he says, dropping his face between his knees. It’s not often you see Carl broken down like this, especially about a girl. The poor kid tries to be so strong for everyone else.

“Well, what if Sophia is relieved? What if she likes you back and just didn’t want to get in between you two?” You offer.

“You don’t know that,” he says, his voice laced with disappointment.

“I know it hurts … to like someone so much. To not know how they feel.” It takes everything to avert your eyes from Rick, not wanting to give any idea as to who you’re actually talking about.

“But … I don’t think you have anything to be worried about. All of us see how close you two are, so it doesn’t hurt to try and tell her your feelings. I’m sure she respects you enough to not take your vulnerability for granted. Sophia is a good kid, same as you,” you explain with a soft smile, trying your best to comfort him.

He wipes the rogue tears from his cheeks, finally lowering his guard.

“She’s right, I see how close you are,” Rick starts. Our eyes meet before he continues. “Maybe you should try to open up to her. Things will be alright regardless of what happens,” he says, his hand moving to his shoulder to give a reassuring squeeze. Carl nods.

You spot Sophie behind them, walking with her mom.

“Now’s your chance,” you say, flicking your head towards the girl. Carl turns around and lets out a huff. “I’m gonna talk to her,” he says before standing up. “Atta boy,” you say, ruffling his hair. “Hey!” He says shooting you a dirty look. You can’t help but chuckle as he runs off adjusting his hair, trying to catch up to Sophia.

You move to sit on the bench, shaking your head. “Kids,” you breathe. Rick chuckles beside you, his head propped up on his hand. “You are good with him,” he says genuinely, a gentle look in his eyes.

You blush, his gaze bubbling up your nerves. “I try,” you reply.

“I’m glad he trusts you, I don’t think he ever would’ve told me that on his own.”

You smile, looking down at your feet. He moves his arm down, placing his hand over yours. “Really, thank you,” he lowers his voice, displaying the seriousness of his gratitude. You start to hear your heart in your ears, the simple touch sending you into an internal frenzy.

You smile at him, unable to form a reply. “I didn’t get a chance to tell you, but you look great. I’m so used to seeing you in your working clothes I .. forget,” he admits with a soft chuckle, the last word escaping just above a whisper.

The way he’s looking at you makes you feel so observed that you resort to humor.

“I clean up nice, huh?” You say smugly.

He looks down, smiling to himself. “Sorry, I-I didn’t mean it like that.”

You giggle, his attempt to explain himself is adorable. Little does he know, his compliment gives you an exhilarating rush.

“I’m just messin’ with you,” you say shaking your head to which he does the same. He tries to display annoyance, but his badly masked smile gives him away.

You’re interrupted by Carl and Sophia walking up to you, hand in hand. You shoot him a bright smile, his father smirking knowingly. Carl gives you a look, silently warning you to not make a big deal of it. You decide to cut him a break, saving it for later.

“Dinner’s ready,” Rick says as he stands up. “C’mon, lovebirds,” you say with a chuckle, earning an eye roll from the boy.

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As you finish up the meal, Carl and Sophia ask to be excused. The second Rick obliges, they bolt outside. You’re so happy to see Carl carefree again, knowing how much Sophia's reciprocation of feelings would uplift him.

“They’re adorable,” you say, looking at the man across from you. He nods in agreement.

“What about you?” He asks suddenly. “Who’s this person that might not like you back?” He sends a sly grin your way, his arms crossed while he leans back in his chair.

‘Oh, if he only knew,’ you think to yourself.

“Um … not important,” you say, looking down at your now empty plate.

He shakes his head. “Maybe you should take your own advice.”

“Maybe.” You reply quietly, still not meeting his eyes. His demeanor changes, sensing the hurt behind your response. He moves his hand over yours. “I understand … how you’re feeling.”

He pauses.

“I’m sure it’ll turn out how it did with Carl. You’ve got nothing to worry about,” he replies, his tone gentle. His throat bobs slowly as his eyes bore into yours.

‘If only she knew,’ he thinks.

You nod, not sure of what to say. The irony of the conversation overwhelms you. You release your hand from under his to stand and gather the dishes. He pauses, taken back by your sudden relinquishment of contact. As gets up to help, you stop him.

“Uh no, don't even think about it,” you say with a smile, trying to ease the believed one-sided tension. “You made the food, I’ll clean up,” you order. Your finger is pointed in his direction, not wanting to hear another word about it. He lifts his arms in defense, chuckling to himself.

As you finish up, Rick walks into the room holding Judith. You can't help but melt at the interaction, seeing the pure love Rick has for his children.

The mention of his one-sided attraction gnaws at you. ‘Who could that possibly be?’ your heart clenches wondering.

“So,” you start as you dry off your hands. “Don’t think I forgot you understanding unrequited feelings … who in their right mind turned down Richard Grimes?” You say, using humor once again. You try to keep your composure as your insides twist awaiting his answer.

He dips his head, attempting to hide a blush you don’t fail to notice. He doesn’t reply.

“Oh, c’mon, you know I won’t judge you,” you gently speak. He sets Judith into her playpen, placing a kiss on her head before facing you.

“First of all … I hate when you call me that,” he starts.

One edge of your mouth curls up, knowing full well that’s the case.

“But, it’s not that. It’s just … complicated. After I lost Lori, I was so fucked up. This … person … helped me out of it. I couldn’t help but feel tenderness towards her. I felt so guilty that I was betraying Lori, regardless of what happened with Shane,” he explains hesitantly, head turned away in thought.

You stare intently at his side profile, ignoring your heart's pull. You noticed how torn up he was after she passed. You tried to break through to him and ease his distress, but it seems someone beat you to it.

He continues as you try to push down the jealousy you have no right to feel.

“After I had time to heal, I met Jessie. I knew that lettin that person in on my feelings could ruin our friendship, so I distracted myself. I worked so hard to fully let go of her, it almost worked for a while. Then, I lost Jessie too,” he explains. He still hasn’t met your eyes, clearly embarrassed.

“After all this time, those feelings haven’t gone anywhere. I don’t want her to see me differently, but it’s killin’ me … holding it in.”

You wrack your brain to think of anyone close to him. ‘Who has him this unsure?’ It’s not a long list, seeing as most of your group has already found their person. It’s odd for you to think of Rick Grimes being … hesitant, after everything your group has been through.

You place your hand on his bicep, trying to be a good friend and comfort him.

“Maybe you should take my advice too, I’m sure she’ll appreciate hearing your truth,” you say softly squeezing his arm. You search his face, wanting to be a genuine friend, a safe space. You keep pushing away the jealous thoughts the best you can. ‘I can’t be selfish when he’s hurting,’ you think.

His eyes lift from the floor to your hand, gazing for a moment before finally meeting your eyes. Seeing him like this, so vulnerable and uncertain, makes you angry at this person playing with his heart. He deserves so much better, and you could give it to him.

“Whoever it is, I’m sure she can’t resist,” You continue, playfully pinching his arm. You pause for a moment, moving to cross your arms. “If she doesn’t … she must be dumb,” you add quietly.

He leans over the counter, his veiny hands gripping the edge as his head drops. Your eyes soften, seeing the torn man before you. You only hope your push gives him the courage to go after who he really wants.

He opens his mouth to speak but falters.

“What is it?” You ask after a beat. The silence hangs for what feels like years before he finally breaks it.

“You shouldn't talk so low of … of yourself,” he finally says quietly. He looks back at you for a moment before looking down at his hands.

It takes you a moment to piece together the meaning of his words. Your brain seems to short-circuit which leaves you unable to form a single thought. Your mouth is parted slightly, hands nervously wringing at your dress.

“I-I’m sorry, please just forget I said that,” he pleads and removes his iron grip from the counter. He pinches the bridge of his nose as his weight shifts between the snip-toe boots you adore.

You grasp his wrist softly, pulling back his arm to force him out of a spiral. You can feel every thump of your heart nearly shifting your ribcage.

Your head rushes with every time you’ve caught him staring, every touch and meaningful response. All the force it took from you to dismiss because you never wanted to get your hopes up.

“I … don’t want to,” you speak softly. His eyes lift from your hand still holding his wrist to meet yours.

“What about that guy? The one you have feelings for? It’s hypocritical … but I can’t handle being some kind of rebound. Not with you. Tell hi-”

His words are cut off by your lips crashing into his. One hand is bunching the bottom of his shirt while the other moves into his hair. It’s something you wished for only this morning.

He takes a moment to catch up, frozen against your lips. A moment passes and it clicks. He realizes that this is really happening.

‘All that time wishing it was her hands moving through my hair.

Her body pressed against mine in the dark.

Her full lips on mine.’

He takes not a second past his realization to move his lips against yours, gentle and longing.

‘Finally, the feeling you’ve been grasping for.

A fine thread that always seemed to slip past your fingers.’

He snakes his arm around your waist, pulling you against his strong chest. His fingers curl into the fabric of your dress, holding on for dear life.

Your hand moves down to the nape of his neck, slightly gripping the curls there. You hum into the kiss, relishing in the feeling of your bodies, flush. Both in distance and blush.

His hand flattens and glides down your back to meet the end of your hips, squeezing greedily. You press yourself harder against his front, wanting to be as close as possible.

Your eyelids flutter open as he slowly breaks the kiss, eyes dark and mouth partitioning. You’re both breathless as you take each other in.

“You don’t know … how much I’ve needed this.” He voices from a low growl.

“How about you show me?” you tease, still catching your breath.

He grabs the baby monitor from the counter that watches over Judith’s playpen, slipping it into his back pocket in case she wakes.

He meets your eyes and smirks before bending over to hook his large hands behind the apex of your thigh, your skin tingling under his touch. He effortlessly lifts you in the air, earning a squeal from you.

He folds you over his shoulder, your dress falling up to expose your ass. He notices the lace underwear against your soft curves. You can feel the vibration from his chuckle on your torso, and it’s clear he’s enjoying this.

“You’re comin’ with me,” he says before ascending the stairs.

“I hope I am … coming with you,” you say laughing, the blood rushing to your face even more severely than it was before.

He moves his hand from your thigh to smack your ass, and a sneaky smile finds his lips as he reaches the second floor. “You’d better watch it,” he threatens in a low register.

Your breath hitches at the change in tone, still not processing the fact that Rick is carrying you to his room. His strong hands support your back before he drops you, your frame bouncing into the bed. You giggle at the sight of him towering over you.

He reaches for the monitor and puts it on the nightstand before turning back to you. You absentmindedly bite your fingernail as you watch him, excited to feel his body on yours. He takes off your shoes tenderly, followed by his boots. His hungry eyes trail over your body as your arms slowly rise above your head. He uses two fingers to separate your thighs, crawling between them all while flashing you the most handsome smile.

Your cheeks heat as his weight presses against your core, his arms bent on either side of your face. “You look so good for me,” he says, his voice dripping with desire. Your hand moves to his face, moving your thumb to glide against his swollen bottom lip. “You’re as handsome as ever,” you coo while your legs wrap around him. His eyes soften before leaning in, your body melting under his soft lips.

Your arms meet behind his back, nails grazing lightly over it as his tongue finds yours, your touch producing a needy groan from his lips. The sound pools wetness between your thighs, seeping through your underwear. The heat from his throbbing groin only makes it worse.

You lift the back of his shirt as his open lips move to your jaw, his tongue dragging a line from under your ear to your chin. You moan as he places sloppy kisses down your neck. His hips jerk in response, a gasp falling from your lips. Your hands slip under his shirt to feel his toned back, the muscles moving under your fingers as he supports most of his weight above you.

“I need this off,” you moan, nearly begging.

He pauses the trail of kisses he’s working on to lean back, allowing you access to the buttons of his brown shirt. You swiftly release each button, his eyes focus on your determined face. He smiles down at you as you nearly rip the shirt over his shoulders, the fabric falling to the floor. You lightly scratch his skin, drinking in the image before you.

‘It’s a lot different when he’s actually here, in front of me,’ you realize as you reflect on your many, many, fantasies of him bearing himself to you.

“Please, take this off of me,” you plead. You have to make it even after all.

“My pleasure,” he gruffs before hiking your dress up your thighs, squeezing the sensitive spot that meets your pelvis. You lean your head back into the pillow, his hands feel like fire against you. He leans down a places a kiss in the same spot, and you can’t help but moan.

“I haven’t even done anything yet, sweetheart,” he teases.

You roll your eyes as he continues peeling the dress from you. He kisses your stomach as it reaches just below your bra. You sit up and lift your arms as he leaves you in just your underwear, the dress falling somewhere on the floor.

His knees press into the mattress as his hands move to his belt. “Let me,” you interrupt with a smirk, something he reflects on you.

“Yes ma’am,” he replies as you scooch closer to him. You smile to yourself as your hands find the cold hardware of his belt. You swiftly remove it, slipping the leather through the loops with quickness. You place your hand on his chest, pushing him back. He chuckles as he meets the mattress, his hand tracing down your arm to leave goosebumps in its wake.

His face relaxes as you start touching him. You look up at him through your eyelashes before unbuttoning his jeans. “Is this okay?” You ask. He nods feverishly, his mouth parted.

“I’m gonna need to hear it,’ You demand. “Y-Yes, this is exactly what I want,” he assures. The dominance in his voice has switched to desperation, signaling that he’s putty in your hands. “That’s it, baby,” you whisper with a sly smile.

As you unzip his pants, your eyes never leave his. He pants as you graze your finger over his straining bulge. You lean down to kiss the wet spot you marked him with, causing him to let out a desperate whimper. The sound makes your clit throb, wanting to hear it again and again.

You drag the denim below his hips and down his legs, wanting both of you in as little clothing as possible. You swipe your thumb over the wet spot on his underwear, his cock twitching at the contact, before bringing the precum to your tongue. He whimpers with even more desperation at the sight of you tasting him.

You give him a sweet smile before hooking your fingers under the waistband of his boxers before checking in again. “Still OK?” You question. “Please, baby, I need you,” he says through a breathy moan.

You reach behind you to undo your bra, and the straps drop. You slowly peel it off, your breasts now exposed. You grab his wrists and place his rough hands over each one, they’re large enough to cover them. You throw your head back as your hands grip his calves for support. He earns a deep moan from you while the pads of his thumb lightly graze your aching nipples, so needy for his touch.

You groan as you lean forward to slide his boxers off, his length springing from under the waistband. You smile at him, squirming as you imagine him inside you. You decide it can wait as you spit on your hand to meet it with the base of his cock. He shudders as you grasp him, his stomach rising and falling unevenly.

“Fuck,” he breathes ragged, eyes fluttering closed.

You hold his chin to look at you before you lower your mouth to place kisses on his stomach. You start to pump your hand, spreading the slickness. His eyes are hooded with lust as he takes you in, your plump ass in the air as your kisses now litter his thighs.

One hand moves to his hair as the other caresses your arm. You place a kiss on the base of him, his length twitching beneath your lips. Your tongue drags to his tip, where you leave another kiss. A line of spit falls from your mouth, coating him.

A strangled moan leaves him as you finally take him in your mouth, sucking in your cheeks as your tongue flicks over his head. His breathing quickens and both of his hands slam into the bed to grip the sheets.

“Goddamn,” he says, his eyes squeezing shut. You drop to take him all, his head pressing against the back of your throat. He throws his head back in response, wincing at the sheer crudeness of it all. You start to bob your head, still pulling in your cheeks.

He moves his hands to grip your shoulders, pulling himself out of your mouth and pushing you to lay back down. He reclaims his place above you. “I can’t take it, I need to taste you,” he growls. “Rick, please … just do whatever you want,” you whine, beyond ready to relieve the heat between your legs. “That’s it, baby,” he repeats your words back to you, his drawl as smooth as honey.

He uses the back of his hand to spread your legs open, and his eyes lower to your center. You stare at him as he takes you in. “Jesus, baby … all this for me?” He questions, the inflection of his voice sending chills down your spine. You blush, your hand covering your face. He moves it away and places it on the crease of your thigh.

“Nah, I need to see you,” he demands.

His lips start to leave wet kisses on the inside of your legs. His facial hair adds depth to the feeling, and you want nothing less than to coat his face. His mouth moves to the sensitive spots on the edge of your labia, making your hips twitch.

“Mmm … fuck,” you whimper.

He raises an eyebrow at you before he kisses the bundle of nerves, your underwear creating the most excruciating barrier. You squirm at the sight, hands moving to his curls.

He reaches his arms under your ass, taking the lace with him as he slides them down your thighs. As soon as they leave your frame, he’s right back between your thighs. He licks your thighs, leaving love bites where no one can see, wanting to make this go on as long as possible.

He locks eyes with you before his tongue softly wets your labia.

He kisses your center, closing his eyes. You see stars as his tongue drags inside your folds, lapping up the wetness he created. He spreads his tongue as he presses against your clit, moving it in circles. His facial hair tickling your thighs further numbs your brain.

“Rick!” You exclaim, his skilled tongue now flicking against you. He keeps the same pace while he grips your legs to drape them over his shoulders. His tongue suddenly stops, moving to your entrance. He groans as his tongue slips inside your hot cunt, his hips pressing against the sheets. He stretches his tongue as far as possible, putting pressure on the top as he slides in and out. You feel the heat rise in your stomach, no denying that you’re nearly over the edge already.

“I’m about to … about to …”

He nods against you, his eyes displaying what could only mean that he’s not stopping. You fully let go, your head thrown back as your core snaps. The orgasm he ushered floods your body, and your muscles tighten and tremble. “Fuck, Rick,” you moan. He still doesn’t stop his tongue, aiming to make it so you have to pull his mouth from you.

As much as you cherish the feeling of his tongue, every nerve in your body is screaming with sweet overwhelm. You use both hands to rake into his hair, pulling his head up. His face glistens with your desire, hair disheveled.

He swipes his hand down his face, gathering the excessive wetness. His face slacks as he sucks some off of his thumb. He leans forward and nods. “Open,” he commands, which you comply with immediately.

His fingers slip past your lips and you taste yourself as you suck, once again flooded with desire. You gaze down at his cock, beads of precum leak from him. He removes his fingers and the weight of his length resting on your thigh is entirely too distracting.

“That was just … beyond,” you gush.

He chuckles, his dimples creating warmth in your chest. “For me, too, I can’t believe I kept myself from that,” he scoffs. You giggle at his desire for you, still beside yourself.

“Baby?” You ask. “Hmm?” He hums, voice still laced with sex. He raises his eyebrows, awaiting your response.

“I need you to fuck me,” you state, still desperate for his cock to fill you. He grins, baffled by the things he can experience with you. The person that he loves with every fiber of his being.

He grabs a pillow from beside your head. “Lift your hips, baby,” he says, his hand resting against your hip bone. You lift yourself before he slides the pillow under your lower half. He knows the angle can only make it better for you, and the thoughtfulness makes you blush.

Rick lines his body up with yours, and his member presses against your clit as he kisses you. Your hands grasp his sides as he tilts your face, wanting to slide his tongue against yours. It starts slow, your fingers creeping against his skin, but soon his movements become restless.

His hips curve to slide against your center which erupts a moan into his mouth. He meets it with a deep groan, causing your hips to do the same. His arm slides behind your waist, pulling you in to be as close as possible. Your hot skin sears against his while he moves to your neck. His warm mouth feels sublime against your sensitive skin.

“Baby … please,” you beg, your wetness dousing his twitching member.

He leans against your angled thighs to shift his weight, his arm still tightened around you as he grasps himself. He lines himself up with your entrance before inching his head to your clit. “Fuck … Rick,” you utter. Your breath is short as he looks at you with a knowing smile.

“You’re so adorable when you’re needy,” he teases. You can’t even choke out a response, frantic to feel him inside you.

He moves the tip in circles around you as he presses his lips against yours. You open your mouth to find his tongue, desperate whimpers egging him on. He drops his length to support his body as his calloused hand leaves your back. He uses it to grasp the crook of your knee, folding your leg against itself.

Your eyes snap open to meet his before he presses against your entrance. “You ready?” He questions with a smile. You nod quickly, but he shakes his head.

“I need to hear it,” he growls. Your words to him are biting you in the ass now. “Yes, I’m beyond ready just … plea-” you start to say, cut off by his head moving past your soaking cunt.

You moan softly as he eases in, his thick cock stretching your slick walls. His breath shudders at the feeling of you finally wrapped around his strained length.

His hand finds one of your hardened nipples, squeezing slightly. His pace inside you is slow and torturous while his other hand grips your knee. Being so spread open for him is like nothing else. He lets you adjust to him before the tip of his cock meets your cervix, making you groan. “Oh, fuck …” He moans, his voice dropping.

“You feel so good,” you moan.

“You’re mine,” he responds, his accent makes the dark tone drip. He slides himself out of you before crashing back into your heat. “Rick!” You scream out from the surprise. A very good surprise.

Your eyes shut and his hand moves from your breast to your chin, tilting your head down to look at him again. He wants to feel completely connected to you. Your eyes stay closed as you moan louder, his pace increasing.

“Look at me,” he demands as he folds your straightened leg to match the other. You do as you’re told, his lustful eyes and flushed face make your stomach flutter. He moves his weight to his knees, and the lewd sound of his hips slapping against you and his delicious rhythm tears a fire in your womb. Both of his hands press into your legs, the pressure caving into your torso only adding to your pleasure.

‘He fucking knows what he's doing,’ you think as his cock slides against the spot that builds heat in your core. Your nails dig into his bicep, and it takes every ounce of self-control that you have not to mark him. “Right there, baby,” you plead as sweat gathers on his hairline. His curls tremble as he pounds into you, the force makes your chest bounce for him.

Your moans get louder as his brutal thrusts leave you a puddle beneath him. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he praises through strained breaths. His heart pounds against his chest as he keeps up his pace, completely lost in your warm tightness.

He groans as you pull his arms towards you, freeing your legs to wrap around him. He leans on his elbow while his hand tangles into your hair. His free hand moves to your clit, rubbing circles. Your fingers graze his stubbled jaw before you pull him to your lips, wanting to feel the vibration of his growls that he can’t help but produce.

“I’m so close,” you warn as you slide yourself over him, matching his pace. “Let go, darlin',” he drawls as his hand meets your neck, applying soft pressure to the sides.

That’s all you need to release your tension, a crude moan slipping past your lips. You see flashes behind your eyelids, absorbing the fact that the man you’ve loved for so long is giving you the most explosive orgasm you have ever experienced.

Your walls tighten around him, almost making him lose it right then and there. He holds off so he can drink up the sight of your writhing beneath him. He grins at your frenzied movements as his head slams against your end.

“Inside … please,” you beg as you start to come down, wanting to feel his warmth coat your throbbing pussy. The words are strained as your thighs convulse, the erotic energy coursing through your veins.

A deep moan escapes him as he pumps into you, his thrusts now sloppy and out of control. His head dips to the crook of your neck, biting where it meets your shoulder as he gives his orgasm over to you. You can feel his cock twitching and throbbing as his seed spills inside, ragged breaths fanning over the skin wet from his mouth.

Your hand grips his curls as you make his lips meet yours. His body relaxes into you, his length still pressed against your walls. You break the kiss to stare at his chiseled features, his strong nose being your favorite. His eyes close as you run the tip of your finger over his eyebrow, basking in his glow.

“I’ve needed that for a long time,” you admit blushing.

“I’ve needed you for a long time,” he says softly. You smile before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into your chest. The side of his face is pressed against your breast as you cockwarm him, your fingers tracing circles on his sweat-beaded back.

“Me too … I still can't believe you’re inside me right now,” you respond with a teasing smile. He twitches inside you as he smirks, looking up at you through his eyelashes. “I’m not goin’ anywhere,” he whispers as his head returns to your chest.

Your eyes flutter closed, the feeling of being so completely connected with him is beaming warmth through you. The love you feel for him is beyond measure, with all of the years admiring his courage and resiliency. All the years wishing to be by his side, to take on some of his struggles as his partner.

You’ve seen all sides of him through every hard decision and moral dilemma the group has faced. You’ve witnessed his unbridled fury. You’ve also seen his softness.

Like when things get tense and he finds your eyes first, just to make sure you’re OK. How he takes your input seriously because his faith in you never falters. He knows you’re more than capable, but he fiercely protects you regardless.

You do know his softness, but what you just shared is on another level. The bond you formed as friends, even while pining, only made it easier to give yourself over to him. You would do anything to keep him out of harm's way, to ease his worry. Anything to be his.

He’s glad he finally found the courage to say something. The gentle touches and soft glances didn’t convey what he wanted them to, and making the move toward you made him feel like crumbling under the anxiety.

He doesn’t feel the need to hold back any longer, ready to be yours and you to be his. He admires everything about you, the core of who you are. You would do anything to protect your family, the same as him. Your interactions with his kin only deepened his feelings. Your intelligence and quick thinking inspire him, and your character urges him to do what’s right for everyone.

He slowly starts to pull himself out of you, causing you to pout. He shakes his head, leaning in towards your ear. “Trust me … there's more where that came from,” he speaks. You wiggle your eyebrows as he backs up to look at you, a smile reaching his crinkled eyes. “I don’t doubt that … sir,” you wink as your voice lowers.

He smiles before he tightens his arms around you, leaving love bites everywhere he can. He sucks in the skin stretched between your breasts and your breath hitches. You pretend to push him away, loving the playful energy between you. He meets your lips with a hum, his arms still tightly pressing into your sides. He flips you around to be on top of him. Your hands drop to his chest, hair draping over the sides of your face.

“You’re gorgeous,” he coos while his eyes look from top to bottom. “You’re a beautiful, beautiful man,” you say matching his tone. Just then, the baby monitor echoes Jude’s cries from downstairs. His hands are on your biceps as he flips you back to the bed.

“Let me see what she needs and we can pick up where we left off,” he says before climbing off of you to stand up. He leans over to kiss you, lingering for a moment. You brush your fingers across his lips tenderly after he pulls away. “I'm not going anywhere,” you repeat his words from earlier. He shakes his head with a cheeky grin and leaves to find his clothes.

You can’t help but giggle at how cute his ass is, so you give it a quick slap as he bends down for his shirt. He furrows his brows as he stands back up, trying so hard to hide his grin. “I’ll get you back for that,” he grumbles, his smile no longer in hiding.

As soon as he leaves the room, you throw your hands over your face to muffle your tiny scream. The thoughts racing of what just happened make you giddy as you move your face into the pillows.

It finally happened.

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a/n: not me blushing at my own shit … anywayyy … I had so much writing this so lmk if you want me to make this a mini-series!! i haven’t written anything for rick before so i hope i did him justice :,) this isn’t edited, sorry for any mistakes lol.

#rick grimes #rick grimes fanfiction #rick grimes oneshot #oneshot #the walking dead #carl grimes #sophia peletier #mutual pining #angst with a happy ending #smut

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No secrets without lies.

Chapter four—An interesting turn.

Aaron Hotchner X GN!Reader. (AFAB)

Summary: You go out on a date with your ex but once things get awkward and aren’t what you thought, you leave him and you ring the person who always gives you the comfort and reassurance you need. MINOR DO NOT READ.

Words: 5.2k

Warnings: Drugs, Ex, alcohol, swearing. Smut, R18 minors do not read. Sir kink. Creamie pie. Unprotect sex. Hair pulling. Badly written smut warning for that. If I've missed anything let me know.

A/N: So the first spicy part of this series. its not great so apologizes. if you would like to be tagged to this series let me know, taglist at the bottom.

Aaron had dropped you back at your apartment, giving you lots of time to get ready for the night. Currently you’re flicking through your wardrobe trying to find something nice and sensible, but also something that shows off all your curves. Hearing your phone buzz, picking it up to see Aaron had texted you. Having sent you a cute photo of Jack, playing with two of the dinosaur cookies. With a text saying, ‘He won’t just eat them’. Making you giggle, as you imagine Aaron trying to get him to stop playing, and just eat them. Texting him back, ‘Just like his dad he's not good at following directions huh?’ Flinging your phone onto your bed laughing, always finding pleasure in teasing that man.

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Posing in the mirror, you were trying to find the right angle to take a photo, wanting to show your outfit off for Garcia. Your black jeans hugging your body, showing off your ass. You're wearing your black fading into a red top that hangs off the shoulder with long sleeves, with a V neck that shows off your chest. Wearing little to no makeup, that consists of light pink lipstick and mascara, trying to stay low-key. Having short hair meant you didn't have to worry too much about it, letting the curls fall to the sides naturally, using some mouse to stop it from fizzing up too much. You're wearing your new pair of black boots that Garica had gifted you for your birthday. Smiling softly as you feel comfortable in your body, taking a few too many photos in silly poses, sending one to Pen, with the caption. ‘Out to get some hopefully, if not I’ll come over to your’s ;) .’

Putting your phone down as you walk around your apartment, making sure everything is closed, and locked up tight. Picking your phone back up hearing a text come through, smiling as you see Aarons name pop up, clicking into his message. Your heart drops, freezing up, as you see the text you meant to send to Garcia was accidently sent to Aaron.

‘Well I hope tonight doesn’t work out for you then, my doors always open ;) ’

Reading his text, you can’t help when your cheeks start burning, your heart speeds up. You know he’s just teasing you, probably knowing you meant to send it to someone else. Yet his offer was too tempting, Aaron once again making you rethink about cancelling tonight.

Your thoughts are interrupted when your phone rings.

“Hey, sorry I know I'm running late I'm just about to leave” Taking a deep breath trying to steady your breathing again.

“Oh that's alright (Y/n), I was just ringing to let you know I was on my way” His deep voice filled with joy, making you smile, having missed the way he sounds.

“Why am I not surprised we are both running later.” Laughing along with him.

“That's always been us babe, I'll see you” Rolling your eyes at the boring pet name, hanging up on him.

~~~

Swinging your legs underneath your chair, as you sip on your cocktail, waiting for him to show up. He chose the bar to meet up at, the one you both used to come to weekly, you decided to wait for him in the same spot you met, up at the bar by the fire.

“Sorry i'm late (Y/N)” He breathes heavily, having walked rapidly from his car park to get to you. Jumping up quickly, smiling excitedly.

“Sean it's been too long” Wrapping him up in a hug, hearing his low chuckles leaving his lips.

“I know, whenever I'm around you're stuck at work” He slowly pulls away, his cologne lingers in the air as he takes the chair beside you. “Ah you remembered my drink” Smirking as he picks his drink up.

“You being a basic beer drinker helps” Snickering as you tease him.

“There no problem with having basic taste, better than your fruity weak drink”

“Hey my drink has three different spirits, making it stronger and also taste way better than yours” Rolling your eyes as you scoff at him.

“Still like rolling your eyes at me huh?” Smirking mischievously, winking smoothly at you, making you laugh. You had forgotten how relaxed and more yourself you always feel around him.

~~~

The night goes by smoothly, you have a few drinks as you two eat. Filling each other in, on what's been happening in the last year or so.

“Yeah the restaurant in New York has been going great, I'm actually being trained up to be the head chef, as our one leaves next week.” He smiles proudly as he sips his beer, your heart warming up with pride.

“Wow, I'm going to have to come see you next time I'm in your city then” Picking your drink up, sipping it gradually. “I can’t believe how much you've changed Sean, getting your act together, no longer sitting around buying drugs with your family's money” Joking lightly, as you both used to do years ago.

His smile falters slightly, cleaning his throat. “Well I’m glad you think so, I saw my brother earlier today, and he kept focusing on the negative, he doesn’t think a restaurant job is going to take me far in life” He huffs out annoyed, his posture tensing up, taking a big swig of his beer. Your smile softens, you knew their relationship was tough. You knew a little of his childhood, the abuse and disappointment he faced as he grew up. His brother grew up and found himself a promising career working with the FBI, actually at Quantico where you work. He works with the government while Sean went in a different direction.

“I know you two have your issues, but you know he means well, he just wants you to have a good future”

“Maybe” He scoffs faintly, his smiles returns slowly, “I'm surprised you haven't ran across him at work yet”

“Yeah me too, I thought I would have by now, what does he do again?” Smiling lightly as you study him. He was still tense, his leg bouncing up and down, something he does when he's nervous, his hand rubbing up his neck through the back of his hair.

“I'm not entirely sure, but he does a lot of paperwork and travels around, helping arrest people” He shrugs, finishing off his drink.

“That describes half the people who work there Sean” Laughing shaking your head at him.

“That's true, i'm going to head to the bathroom really quick” His smile sliding off his face easily as he walks away, observing him closely as he goes. There was something off about him, but you couldn’t figure it out.

~~~

Fresh drinks are placed in front of you, as you wait for Sean to return. He has been in the bathroom for close to five minutes now. Tapping your foot gently as you grow a little nervous, pulling your phone out for a distraction, clicking onto Aarons name. Staring at the last text he had sent you.

‘Well I hope tonight doesn’t work out for you then, my doors always open ;) .’

You couldn't stop wondering if he really meant what he said. Maybe he was just teasing you, you had found out, in the last few weeks, he does enjoy making the odd dirty jokes. Biting your lip gently, as the image of Aaron kissing you, his hands running down your body, enters your mind. Those thoughts are quickly being forced away as Sean sits back down.

“Sorry for the hold up” Smiling forcefully as he picks up his drink.

“Oh it's no problem” Your eyes scan his face automatically, trying to read his emotions. Stopping as you notice a tiny white smear under his nostril, which is slightly red. Your face dropping, your blood running cold, your anger rising rapidly.

“Did you just do drugs Sean?” The accusation dripping from your voice. The anger takes over, your eyebrows narrow as your lips form into a tight line. Your hands clutching the table as Sean's face drops quickly, automatically wiping his face.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about (Y/N)” His voice hardening, becoming defensive. Straightening up his body tensing up crossing his arms.

“Don’t you dare try to lie to me, You know I don’t deal with you when you're on drugs” Scoffing loudly standing up.

“Oh come on (Y/n) You never used to care when we dated” He snaps at you, glaring daggers.

“That was before the last time I saw you drugged up” Snapping back at him, pulling out cash, leaving it on the table, as he stares at you.

“Text me, when you get your shit together Sean” Huffing as you turn away from him, hearing his call out your name as you walk out.

~~~

Sighing as you pull out your packet of cigarettes, thinking of having one as you calm down. You were tipsy and angry, these two combined can only lead to a disaster. Your phone buzzes, as you place a cigarette in your mouth. Opening up the text seeing its from Aaron.

‘How's the date going?, my offer still stands if you need ;) ’

His text makes you smirk, deciding to ring him instead of replying.

“Well this is a surprise” You can hear his smirk leaking through his words.

“Tonight sucks so badly Aaron, should have just stayed with you” Giggling softly, using the confidence the alcohol has given you.

“I'm sorry (Y/n/n), well Jack in bed you can come over, if you need to talk” His concern for you over taking the teasing he had planned for you.

“Maybe I should come over, but I don’t want to talk, Aaron, I just need a distaction” Biting your lip, gulping softly, hoping you don’t come off desperate.

“Well I can differently distracted you darling, I did like what your text implied early” His voice deepens, making you blush.

“Oh yeah, and what did I imply huh?” Giggling as you run your hand through your hair, trying to calm your nerves.

“Oh Doll, you know what the first text implied, don't try and act like you're so innocent all of sudden” The way he confidently taunts you, making you blush deeply, gulping for air as your heart races.

“You sound so confident Aaron, I would come over, If I didn’t think you were all talk” Smiling wide as you tease him, the alcohol running through your veins giving you confidence. You can’t help the light gasp that slips out, when you hear him growl quietly.

“Are you really trying to tease me right now, come on sweetheart, you know I always follow my words up, If you come over, I won’t let you leave disappointed” Lust dripping throughout his words. Making your breath hitch, your brain is unable to think properly.

“Aaron, I can be there in ten If you really do want me there” BIting your lip, hoping he wasn't just joking. Anxiety building, what if he doesn’t mean it. The doubtful thoughts trying to ruin this moment.

“My door will be unlocked” Are the last words you hear as the line goes dead.

~~~

Climbing out of the taxi, as you stare up at his building, heart thumping in your chest. Your mind is running with ideas of what will happen when you walk through his door. Taking a deep calming breath, walking inside the door and climb the stairs up to his level. You're getting excited at the idea of being distracted by Aaron. Reaching his door you knock gently, trying to keep the negative thoughts at bay. The door is open hastily, Aaron standing there a smug smirk on his face, pulling you inside quickly, making you giggle.

“Well hey there” Biting your lip softly, your arm burning under his touch, he slides his arm around your waist pulling you close.

“You came” He smirks at you, his eyes full of lust.

“Not yet I haven't” Winking up at him, as his lips curl upwards into a mischievous smile.

“Oh that will change” Closing the gap inbetween you, capturing your lips in his. His lips feel soft against yours ,the kiss being full of rough passion. One of his arms stays wrapped around your waist. The other hand, travelling up to rest on the back of your neck, playing with the bottom of your hair. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer while you melt into his touch. You lean into him, deepening the kiss, as his tongue slides in. His hand slides down your waist, grabbing your ass, making your groan softly. He pulls away from the kiss, attaching his lips to your neck, sucking at the skin. Your heart beating fast, breathing hitches as he finds the spot on your neck, that makes your legs feel like jelly. Tilting your neck to the side to give him more access, one of your hands running up through his hair.

“Fuck, Aaron” Panting lightly, cleanching your legs together as you feeling one of his hand sliding down your chest.

~~~

He pulls away from your neck, breathing deep.

“Wait (Y/n), we should talk about this” Taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself, while all he wants to do is touch you.

“Can we just talk tomorrow?” Leaning into his touch again, trying to take deep breaths, slowing down your racing heart.

“I need to make sure, you want this, I am your boss after all” His smirking enlarging, licking his lips as he looks down at you in his arms. Taking in how darken your eyes are with lust, the way you bite your bottom lip as you stare up at him. Making his pants feel even tighter.

“Aaron I swear if you don’t take me into your bedroom right now” Shaking your head grinning mischievously at him, relaxing as you notice his eyes light up. He spins you around, so your back is resting into his chest, his arms wrapping around your body. Kissing your neck as you both walk, stumbling slightly towards his bedroom. The door slamming closed behind.

~~~

Quickly turning around to face him, pulling him in for another kiss. His hands slide down your front, playing with the hems of your shirt. You deepen the kiss, your hands slide down unsure of where to place them. You can just feel the wetness pooling between your legs. Hotch breaks the kiss making you whimper softly, as he pulls your top off. Revealing your lacy blue bra, and the upside down larged winged bat tattoo that you have just underneath your left boob. Aaron growls deeply, his hands sliding up your stomach, slowly up to your breast. His thumb sliding across the tattoo, as his other hand unclips your bra tossing it away. Your legs hitting the end of bed, as he gently presses you down, getting on top of you. His eyes black with lust, stay fixate on your tattoo. Clenching your thighs together, trying to get any friction.

“Do you like it?” Your voice is light as air, feeling at ease under his touch.

“God, your fucking gorgeous” Licking his lips, one of his hands toying with your nipple, earning a faint groan in response. He places a tender kiss on your chest, before he takes the other nipple in his mouth. Closing your eyes as your hand, runs through his hair, focusing on the way his mouth feels. The room soon fills up with your light pants and soft groans as you tug on his hair.

~~~

Opening your eyes, as you feel Aaron pull away, straightening up as he pulls his shirt off. Your eyes scan over his chest, checking on all of those muscles. Landing on his shoulder, seeing them flex as he throws his shirt away.

“Holy shit, you're hot” Swallowing thickly, licking your lips. Hearing a small low chuckle in response.

“Thanks doll” The pet name making your breath skip, which doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

His hands are at your jeans unbuttoning them, lifting your hips as he pulls them off swiftly.

Aaron gulps, licking his lips hungrily as he notices that the blue lacy panties you're wearing are soaked. His hands sliding up your thigh, making you shiver under his touch. Smirking as you see him stop, as he finds another one of your tattoos. A dragon twirled around two large red roses and beautiful green leaves surrounding them.

“You are full of mystery, aren’t you darling” His breathing became more uneven, his pants feeling tighter. He traces your tattoo with his finger lightly, almost teasingly.

~~~

“Aaron I need you please” Whimpering, shiving under his touch.

“You need to learn to be patient” His voice comes out low, as he moves closer to the throbbing mess between your legs. Pulling your panties off slowly, kissing up your thigh as he does. Finally pulling them off completely and tossing them away. His finger brushing lightly between you slit, earning a quiet whimper as you lift your hips, looking for more. His hands are pushing you back down harshly, smirking at you.

“I thought I told you to be patient, doll” Sighing with playful disappointment, making you whimper even more.

“Please I need more”

“If you want me to continue then you need to be patient, understand?” The sternness comes through stronger, making you hold back a groan as you nod. “Words, sweetheart”

“Yes sir” You smirk up at him which soon fades, as you see his lip curling up. Gulping, taking a deep breath as you realise teasing him might not be working well in your favour.

“What a good doll” His finger slides through your slit, collecting some of the wetness. Closing your eyes, focusing on the pleasure, groaning as you let yourself enjoy it. His finger rubs circles around your clit, pinching the bundle of nerves between two fingers. Earning a soft whimper, gripping the blankets underneath you. He pulls his fingers away earning a whine from you but before you can complain he quickly replaces it with his tongue. Licking a strip up, making you shiver, trying to stop yourself from clenching your thighs close.

~~~

“Your pussy tastes so sweet darling” He grows darkly, as his lips curl around your clit, sucking and pulling at it. The sound leaving your mouth goes straight to Aarons cock, he slides his finger in you. Feeling how tight and wet you are, enjoying the way you are clenching around him. He pulls off your clit, taking a deep breath as he enjoys the taste of you on his lips. Sliding a second finger in, hearing you groan softly.

“Damn darling those sounds you make, have got me feeling so hard”

Hearing those words coming from him pushing you so close to the edge.

“Aaron I need to cum” Whimpering as your body shakes, arching your back, your hips lifting as you clench around his fingers. He pushes you back down on the bed, before he places mouth back on your clit. His tongue draws patterns around it, pushing you over the edge, letting out a long line of moans. His name falling from your lips so easily, as if it's the only thing you're able to think.

~~~

Your heart is racing, trying to take deep breaths as you calm down from the amazing high Aaron had just brought to you. His fingers slide out of you, letting you have a small break, bringing his fingers up to your mouth.

“Open” The simple command making your cheeks burn, as you respond immediately. Your tongue twirling around his fingers, sucking everything you could off them.

“You're so obedient for me, aren’t you? tasting how sweet your pussy is off of my fingers” His voice is dripping with lust, making you groan softly around his fingers.

“I need you so badly, Aaron” Your whimpers making him chuckle slightly.

“You are so needy, aren’t you?” He stands up pulling his pants off, his underwear barely able to contain the tent in it.

~~~

Your eyes almost drop out of your socket as he pulls them off. His cock flicks upwards, and fuck is he big, and thick. You haven’t seen anything as glorious as him before.

“Fuck your huge” You gulp, breathing heavily as you see his hand wraps around it, smirking down at you.

“Mm I thought you would like it” His cocky tone, making you roll your eyes, pulling yourself onto your knees in front of him.

“I want to touch it” Your words coming out sounding shy and desperate, as you wrap your hand around his cock. Your hand is barely able to wrap around it completely, biting your lip softly. Feeling how hard it is, as it throbs in your hands, making you squeeze your thighs together. His hand is quick to tangle in your hair, making you look up at him. Gulping thickly at the harsh tugs, which makes your heart beat fasten.

“You do not get to roll your eyes at me like that, unless it's from pleasure understood?” The stern look he gives you makes everything melt from your mind. Unable to form words, you give a simple nod, which apparently wasn’t the right thing. His grip tightens in your hair, making you groan softly. An amused look on his face as he stares down at you, his chest pounding. The sight of you down on your knees, with his cock in your hand, as you struggle to think straight. Is enough to push him over the edge, and want to flip you over and slide himself straight into you.

“I want words doll, tell me what you want” He takes a deep breathing calming himself, as he

stares straight into your eyes, that are filled with want and lust.

“I want to suck your cock, please Sir” Pleading up at him, a small pout on your lips.

“Oh so polite doll, go ahead, taste it” The smirk on his face making your face heat up before wrapping your lips around his throbbing cock. You bob your head up and down slowly, your hand stroking the parts you can’t reach. Feeling nervous that you weren’t doing a good job, trying to take more of it in. Your nervousness melts away as you hear a low groan escaping his lips. That was the reassurance you need as confidence fills you up, your hand sliding down to play with his balls. Managing to take more of him down your throat, his groans getting louder, his hand playing with your hair. Glancing at him slowly, and god are you glad you did. His head is tilted backwards, his eyes closed, his mouth agape. The pleasure he was feeling evident on his face, the way he groans out your name. Soon becoming one of the most precious things you have ever heard. The way you swallow around his cock, making him grip your hair tighter. Thrusting a few times hitting the back of your throat, feeling you gag around his cock, the vibrations making him groan louder. He knows your mouth can say snarky things, but never could he imagine how good it could feel around his cock. The way your tongue slides under it, pushing him close to the edge. Pulling you off his cock, breathing heavily as he looks down at you. Tears sliding down your face, as you breath hard trying to catch your breath, smiling proudly up at him.

~~~

“Your mouth feels amazing, but I wanna cum fucking you” Holy fuck, his voice does so many things to you. You never thought he would be into talking to you like this, ever. Swallowing thickly as you nod before remembering the rule.

“Please, fuck me sir” He pushes you down, landing softly on your back, head hitting his pillows.

“Good manners” He chuckles as he moves to his bedside draws, looking for a condom. “Shit” Huffing as he slams the draw closed. Turning to face you, slowly. “I don’t have a condom”

“Im on birth control” Biting your lips as you gaze up at him, the stress fading from his face. He leans down, kissing you softly as he gets on top of you. Trailing kisses down your neck, kissing just under your ear, his voice coming out low but sweetly.

“Want me to fuck you raw doll?” Teasing you lightly with his cock.

Swallowing down a whine, bobbing your head yes. “Please Aaron, I need you” Whimpers slightly as he growls deeply, pushing in slowly.

“God you're so tight” Groaning softly, holding back from pounding straight into you. Not wanting to hurt you, as he pushes all the way in.

Moaning softly as he starts moving, at a slow pace at first.

“Damn those sounds you make, are so pretty darling” Groaning softly, his hand slides up your chest, playing with your nipple.

“Sir, faster please” Whimpering softly, your eyes closing, as he picks up the pace.

“You don't get to order me around” Pinching your nipple, making you whimper, clenching around him. “You like that huh?” Chuckling, groaning as he goes harder.

He falls into a fast but gentle pace, making you moan louder, your hands flying up to grip his shoulders. Opening your eyes, and fuck, the pleasure on his face. The way his eyes are half closing, the sweat on his face, as he pants deeply. The sweet sound falling from his lips making you shiver. Never have you ever heard someone groan as pretty as him. He moves leaning in closer to you, leaving a travel of kisses across your shoulders. His position changing, his cock hitting deeper, finding your G spot. Your eyes roll back, pleasure filling you up quickly, pushing you close to the edge. Trying to let him know you were close, but all you could get out was an incoherent line of moans. Clenching hard around him as your orgasm hits hard. Shivering uncontrollably as you're gripping onto his shoulders hard, nails pinching into his skin.

“Holy fuck, doll squeezing me so hard” He groans loudly, thrusting a couple more times. Pushing himself over the edge, his cum filling you up.

~~~

The room is filled with heavy deep breathing, both of you struggling to catch your breath. Smiling up at him, as he pulls out of you gently. A groan escaping his lips as he sees his cum dripping out of you. Resting your head on the pillows, managing to catch your breath. You couldn’t believe you have just had sex with your closest friend, with your boss. Aaron lays down beside you, glancing at you. You're staring up at the ceiling, feeling awkward. What do you do now, should you leave? You both finished so there is probably no reason why he want to keep you around. Negative thoughts once again trying to ruin the moment.

“(Y/n) are you alright?” The concern, softness of his tone, sounding completely different to what you were hearing only minutes ago. You turn to look at him nodding gently, your eyes gone soft, starting to feel self conscious. Aaron sighs gently, wrapping his arms around you pulling you into him. Relaxing slowly at his touch, moving onto your side, resting your head on his chest. Closing your eyes as you listen to his heart beat, feeling safe in his arms. His hand softly stroking your hair, kissing your forehead gently.

“I’ve got you (Y/n), you're safe with me” The gentle caring tone, pushing the negative thoughts out of your brain.

“Thank you” Smiling lightly, keeping your eyes closed.

“You don’t need to thank me darling” His hand is playing in your hair, as you both calm down from the highs.

~~~

Opening your eyes slowly, seeing Aaron smiling down at you softly.

“That was amazing” Smirking up at him, feeling relaxed and calm once more.

“Oh that was better than amazing” He chuckles faintly, as he watches you looking peaceful in his arms. He never thought that tonight would end like this.

“Stay here okay” His voice is calming, nodding as he pulls away, walking out. He returns quickly, holding a washcloth, and a bottle of water.

“Drink you need to hydrate” Smiling gently up at him, taking it from him.

“You don’t need to look after me Aaron”

“Oh I know, but I will anyway” He smirks at you smoothly. Moving between your legs, using the cloth to clean you up gently. You can’t help but wince slightly as he brushes past your clit.

“Are you hurt?” The concern and worry quickly fills him, as he stares at you, worried he was too rough with you. Giggling softly at him, shaking your head.

“No, I'm just sensitive” Blushing lightly, liking the way he wants to look after you.

“I'm sorry doll” The pet name makes you giggle again as he pulls away.

“I like that name”

“Oh I noticed that sweetheart” He winks at you as he straightens up, making your stomach fill with butterflies. “Finish your drink, then have a shower while I clean up okay?”

“Oh let me help clean up” Standing up, your legs wobble, making you grip the drawer beside you to stop yourself from falling over. Laughter fills the room, turning around to glare at Aaron, who has a big proud grin on his face.

“Ass” Shaking your head as he walks over.

“What was the darling?” Grinning at you as he wraps his arms around you. Rolling your eyes leaning into him. “I prefer it when you roll your eyes under me next time” Teasing you lightly as he kisses you gently.

~~~

You're having a hot shower, relaxing under the water as he cleans up the bed. Allowing the hot water run over your tensed muscles. Taking your time in the shower, when you finally get out, the bed is remade all nicely and cleaned. The bedroom is empty, looking at your clothes on the floor, not wanting to sleep in them. You move over to Aaron's wardrobe flicking through it. Trying to find something that will be more comfortable and will fit you to sleep in. Finding one of his larger hoodies, sliding it on. You're finishing pulling it on as he walks in, his eyes sliding down your body, enjoying the way you look in his clothes.

“Really?, that's my favourite hoodie” Laughter rolling off his lips, the sound makes joy fill you up. Turning around to face him.

“It is extremely comfy” Giggling faintly as he wraps his arms around you kissing your forehead.

“I like this” He mumbles quietly, liking the way you fit in his arms.

“So do I, I know we need to talk, but I'm really tired” Leaning your head into his chest.

“We can talk tomorrow” He smiles softly as he leads you back to his bed. You both lay down getting comfy, his arms wrapping around you pulling you close. Resting your head on his chest, feeling at home in his arms. Closing your eyes as he kisses your forehead lovingly.

“Goodnight (Y/N)” He mumbles his lips resting against your head.

“Goodnight Aaron” Yawning softly as you let sleep take you.

~~~

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