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Summary: Daphne Denoire, a 21-year-old, returns to Boston after 3 years—but working for her brother’s best friend, Matthew Sturniolo, wasn’t part of the plan. He’s a 26-year-old multimillionaire. She’s the girl he was never supposed to feel this way about. With secrets between them and boundaries set, how far will they go for a love they never saw coming?

Warnings: smut (not crazy detailed)

wc: 8306

Chapter 15: No. 1 Party Anthem

By the time the second week of March rolled around, life had settled into a rhythm again.

I was working steadily and attending therapy each week without missing a session. There was a quiet steadiness in my days that I hadn’t felt in a long time—one that didn’t feel fragile or borrowed.

Things with Matt were good. Really good. We hadn’t defined what we were, but there was a comfort between us now—gentle, constant, and slowly building. He didn’t push, and I didn’t run. That was progress in itself.

Noah had only visited once in the last three months, and even then, it was a short trip. He was busy, and I think part of him was trying to give me space—even if he didn’t say it out loud. Still, every call ended with a reminder: “Let me know if somethings wrong.”

I always replied with a smile he couldn’t see: “I will.”

On a chilly Wednesday afternoon, I stood by the studio window, camera in hand, just looking outside.

And then Matt walked in.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just shrugged off his jacket, glanced over at me, and smiled.

“I booked us a weekend away,” he said, setting his keys down. “We could use a break.”

“Oh?” I said, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. “Where are you taking us?”

“A cottage,” he replied, stepping closer. “The weather’s finally decent, so I figured we could get away for a bit. Just us. Somewhere quiet.”

He leaned against the edge of the table, watching my expression carefully like he was gauging whether it was too much.

I lowered my camera slowly. “When?”

“This weekend. I already cleared your schedule with your manager,” he said, and when I raised a brow, he smirked. “You’re welcome.”

I let out a soft laugh, shaking my head. “You’re technically my manager.”

“Fair,” he added, gently brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “But, You’ve been working nonstop. I just want us to breathe for a bit. No pressure, no noise—just you and me.”

That made something in my chest flutter. His voice was low, steady, and it calmed me in ways I didn’t know I still needed.

The weekend came quickly and by the time I knew it we were in Matt's car, on our 4 hour drive, up north. The car was driving smoothly, as we passed through the woods any everything.

“Hey,” I said gently, glancing over at him as the trees passed by outside. “Why’d you leave so abruptly last night?”

Matt let out a quiet sigh, his jaw tightening slightly. “Chris’s fiancée’s dad got arrested.”

My eyes widened. “Wait—what? For what?”

He ran a hand through his hair, keeping his eyes on the road. “Turns out he was stealing from Chris. Has been for a while. Some kind of long-term fraud tied to the family accounts.”

I blinked, stunned. “Oh my Gosh... Is Aurora okay?”

Aurora Devereaux. The fiancée. We’d been messaging back and forth lately. Matt had connected us—he’d offered me the chance to be the photographer for a fashion show she was working on. She was in her final year of fashion design, filthy rich, and basically from the same world as Matt.

Matt gave a small shrug, lips pressing together. “Not really. Things with her and Chris… kind of fell apart.”

He glanced at me briefly, then back to the road. “You know how Chris is. He says shit when he’s angry—pushes people away without thinking. Last night didn’t go well.”

I stayed quiet for a second, trying to process it all. “So... are they breaking up?”

“Well, the engagement is off,” Matt said honestly. “I think he insulted her in some way, not fully sure.”

I exhaled softly, sinking deeper into my seat. “Poor Aurora.”

“Yeah,” Matt muttered. “She looked heartbroken.”

I squeezed Matt’s hand gently.

“You okay?” I asked.

He gave me a tired smile. “Yeah. Just… makes you think, y’know? How fast shit can fall apart.”

I didn’t say anything. I just leaned my head lightly against his shoulder, and he didn’t pull away.

Matt glanced over at me, his hand still resting on the gear shift. “You’re still doing that gig for Aurora, right?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I am. Actually… I’m kind of excited about it.”

His brow lifted slightly, like he was surprised.

“She’s been really sweet over messages,” I added. “I mean, I know she’s probably dealing with a lot right now, but she’s still been super professional. I think it’ll be nice to meet her in person.”

Matt gave a small smile. “She’ll probably love you. She’s really nice”

I shrugged. “We’ll see. It’s a big deal for her—her final year show and everything. I just want to do a good job.”

“You will,” he said, squeezing my hand. “You’ve been great for me so far.”

We fell into a comfortable silence again, the kind that settled easily between us now. The road stretched out ahead, winding through trees dusted in fading snow.

After a few minutes, Matt spoke again. “By the way… Noah’s coming back Monday evening.”

I turned my head toward him, surprised. “Really? I thought he wasn’t supposed to visit until April.”

“Yeah, me too,” Matt said, his fingers drumming lightly on the steering wheel. “He said something came up at work in Boston and figured he might as well stay for a few days.”

I nodded slowly, processing. “Did he say anything else?”

Matt gave a half-shrug. “Not much. Just asked if you’ve been okay. He always asks.”

I smiled faintly. “That sounds like him.”

“That’s why I planned the trip for the weekend,” Matt said, his tone casual but purposeful. “Would’ve stayed longer if he wasn’t coming back so soon.”

“Makes sense,” I murmured, leaning back into my seat, the motion of the car lulling me slightly.

A gentle silence settled between us, stretched out by the soft hum of tires on asphalt.

“Sweetheart.”

I turned my head slightly, eyes still on the window. “Yeah?”

He hesitated for just a second. “We should tell him.”

I groaned quietly, my head tilting back. “Matt…”

“I know,” he said gently, his voice calm but firm. “But I really think we should. We’ve been tiptoeing around it for months.”

I stayed quiet, chewing the inside of my cheek.

“It’s not just some fling,” he continued, glancing over at me. “This—us—it means something. To me. I don’t want to keep hiding it like we’re doing something wrong.”

I looked at him, heart pounding a little harder. “He’s not going to be happy.”

“I know,” Matt said. “But he’s your brother, not your warden. You're an adult Daphne, I don’t think he should care this much about who you date.”

I lowered my gaze, fingers playing with the edge of my sleeve. Part of me wanted to believe him. Part of me still felt twelve years old and terrified of disappointing the only family I had left.

“I’m scared,” I whispered.

Matt reached over and took my hand, his thumb brushing over my knuckles.

“I know,” he said again, softer this time. “But I’ve got you. No matter how it goes.”

“I just… I don’t want him to think I’m taking something from him again,” I said quietly.

Matt’s brows pulled together as he glanced over at me. “What do you mean by that?”

The weight of what I’d said hit me a second too late, and I immediately tried to redirect.

“You know,” I said quickly, “he’s your best friend. I just… I don’t want him to feel like I’m trying to take you away from him.”

Matt glanced at me, his expression soft but steady. “He is my best friend, Daphne. But you’re my girlfriend.”

He paused, letting the words settle.

“Yeah, I’ve known him longer. We’ve been through a lot. But with you…”—his voice dipped, slower, more certain—“I see my future.”

My breath caught.

For a second, I couldn’t look at him. My face warmed, eyes fixed on the dashboard as if it might offer a way out of the sudden flood of emotion rising in my chest.

“I—uh…” I started, fumbling with my sleeves, “You can’t just say things like that while I’m sitting here trying to be chill.”

Matt chuckled under his breath, clearly amused. “I’m just being honest.”

I peeked at him, heart fluttering. “That’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?”

“You. Saying things like that... while driving in a car… in the middle of nowhere… while I’m defenseless.”

He grinned. “Defenseless, huh?”

I swatted his arm lightly, laughing despite myself.

“I mean it,” he added, more quietly this time. “You don’t have to be afraid of taking anything from anyone. You’re not stealing me away. I’m giving myself to you.”

Just like that, I was speechless again.

“So…” I said slowly, trying to sound casual even though my heart was pounding. “You’d marry me?”

Matt let out a soft laugh, glancing at me like I’d asked the most obvious question in the world. “You really think I wouldn’t?”

I bit back a smile. “You think I’m… wife material?”

He looked at me for a long second before turning his eyes back to the road, a smile tugging at his lips.

“I think you’re everything material,” he said quietly. “Wife, partner, best friend—all of it. I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t see something with you.”

My throat tightened, warmth blooming all through my chest. I looked down at our hands, still intertwined between us.

“You mean that?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Matt nodded. “I’ve never meant anything more.”

I didn’t know what to say. My heart felt full and fragile all at once. So instead of speaking, I just squeezed his hand.

He glanced at me again, softer this time. “You don’t have to believe it all right now. I’ll keep showing you until you do.”

And for the first time in a long time, I let myself believe—just a little—that maybe I could have something good. Something lasting. Someone who wanted me.

“This lake is beautiful, Matt,” I said, pressing my hand to the window. “Look!”

I pointed toward the far end of the shore, where a small group of ducks waddled along the edge, their reflections rippling across the still water.

He came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist as he looked over my shoulder. The view from the cottage was straight out of a postcard—tall pines lining the lake, soft patches of melting snow, and the faint glimmer of sunlight breaking through the clouds.

The place felt like it had been waiting for us.

“It’s perfect,” I murmured, leaning back into his chest. “I love it here already.”

He kissed the side of my head. “Good. I was hoping you would.”

The cottage was warm inside, all wood and soft lighting, with a stone fireplace and thick blankets draped over the couch. Everything smelled faintly of cedar and pine, and it made me want to never leave.

“I feel like I can breathe out here,” I whispered.

Matt rested his chin on my shoulder. “That’s the point.”

“You know,” I said with a small smile, “you weirdly give off cottage guy energy.”

Matt raised an eyebrow, amused. “Cottage guy?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Like… I could totally see you vanishing one day to live in the woods with a beard and fire wood.”

He chuckled, then shrugged. “Honestly? I can see that too. One of these days, I might just disappear into the trees and start a quiet life out here.”

I giggled, nudging him with my shoulder. “No, don’t disappear.”

He looked down at me, smirking. “I wouldn’t go without you.”

I felt my heart skip, a little flutter catching in my chest.

“I’d take you with me,” he added, placing a kiss on my cheek, voice softer now . “We’d build our own little world. Just you, me, a lake, and no one to bother us.”

I leaned into him, eyes still on the water outside. “That doesn’t sound too bad.”

Matt pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “It sounds like peace.”

“Okay—okay—stop moving so much, you’re going to tip us!” I shrieked, gripping the sides of the canoe as it wobbled dangerously.

Matt burst out laughing, his paddle held at an awkward angle. “I’m literally sitting still!”

“You’re rocking the entire lake!”

“It’s a canoe, not a cruise ship, Daphne.”

I doubled over, laughing so hard my stomach hurt. The late afternoon sun glinted off the water, and the cold air made my cheeks ache, but I couldn’t stop. Everything felt funny—too funny. Maybe it was the cold, maybe it was the fact that we hadn’t slept much, or maybe it was just us.

“I swear to God if we fall in, you’re sleeping on the porch tonight,” I managed through giggles.

“Joke’s on you,” he said, grinning. “I’d survive out there. I’m a cottage guy now, remember?”

“Oh my Gosh, shut up—” I lost it again, covering my face with my hands as the canoe drifted slightly off course.

Matt leaned back dramatically, throwing his arms out. “Just let the lake take us! Maybe this is how we start our new life. We drift to a secret island and build a log cabin and live off fish and berries.”

“You wouldn’t even know what berries are safe to eat!”

“I’d test them on you first.”

I smacked his leg with my paddle, laughing breathlessly. “You’re insane.”

“And you’re stuck with me,” he said proudly.

The canoe finally steadied, the laughter fading into soft breaths as we drifted in the middle of the lake. The sky was turning golden, the reflection rippling around us. I looked at him, still smiling, and saw it mirrored in his eyes—light and something else. Something tender.

“Okay, but wait,” I said between breathless giggles. “If we did live off the land, what would you even do? You can’t cook. You thought thyme was seaweed last week.”

Matt gasped, overly offended. “For the record, I can cook—”

“Burning toast doesn’t count—”

“Excuse me, I made you that pasta—”

“Which was still crunchy—”

“I was going for al dente!” he cried, and I burst into laughter again, clutching my stomach as the canoe bobbed under us.

We were caught in the kind of laughter that made your ribs ache, the kind you don’t even realize is echoing across a lake until the silence afterward feels louder than it should.

I was still laughing when I turned my head and suddenly froze.

“Wait—Matt.”

He looked over, mid-joke, eyebrows raised. “What?”

“Matt!”

And then—

Thud.

The canoe slammed against a half-submerged rock, jolting hard to the left. Everything tilted.

“Oh—shit—Daph—!”

I shrieked, grabbing onto the edge too late as the canoe tipped completely, sending both of us plunging into the icy lake.

The cold hit like a slap, stealing the breath from my lungs. I surfaced with a gasp, hair plastered to my face, and whipped around just in time to see Matt come up, sputtering, his curls dripping.

“You hit a rock!” I yelled through a laugh, trying to dog-paddle in place as the canoe floated upside down beside us.

“You distracted me!” he shot back, coughing and grinning.”

I burst out laughing again, even as I shivered. “This is your fault!”

Matt swam over and looped an arm around me, teeth chattering. “It’s definitely not my fault. But if we die of hypothermia, at least we die together.”

I coughed through a laugh, shivering as I clung to him. “Okay, Jack. Just don’t let go.”

He cracked up, nearly slipping underwater again. “This isn’t Titanic”

“I am Rose in this situation,” I said dramatically. “Only freezing, sarcastic, and way less glamorous.”

“I hate to break it to you,” he said, pulling us closer to the dock, “but there’s no door big enough for both of us.”

“Oh my God, you would be the guy who lets me freeze while you stretch out and hog the whole damn door.”

“Hey,” he grinned, helping lift me up onto the edge of the dock. “At least I didn’t make us crash into the iceberg.”

I shivered as I flopped onto the wood, soaked and breathless. “It was a rock, Jack. A very stupid rock.”

He pulled himself up beside me, dripping and still laughing. “Don’t worry, I’d die for you Daphne.”

Matt handed me a thick towel the second we got inside, still dripping wet and tracking little puddles across the wooden floor.

“Maybe canoeing just isn’t for us,” he muttered, wrapping another towel around my shoulders himself and tucking it snugly under my arms. His fingers lingered there, gentle and warm despite how cold we both were.

I looked up at him, shivering but smiling. “You think?”

He smirked, brushing a soaked curl from my forehead. “Next time we’re building a snowman. Much safer.”

I let out a soft laugh as he guided me toward the kitchen, both of us wrapped like burritos in our mismatched towels. Everything was still a little damp, including our socks, but the inside of the cottage felt extra warm now in contrast to the lake’s icy bite.

Our pre-packed lunch sat on the counter where we’d left it—two sandwiches wrapped in parchment and a half-eaten bag of kettle chips.

“Gourmet post-near-death meal,” Matt said, hopping up onto the kitchen island with a dramatic sigh. He patted the space beside him. “Join me, Rose.”

I rolled my eyes, but climbed up beside him, our towels brushing as we sat side by side, legs dangling over the edge.

I glanced over at Matt out of the corner of my eye. He wasn’t saying much, just watching me—really watching me—with that calm, steady look that made my heart skip.

His eyes traced the way my hair stuck to my damp forehead, the soft curve of my cheek flushed from the cold, the way I nibbled on my sandwich shyly.

It was like he was memorizing every little detail, committing me to memory without a single word.

I felt a warmth spread through me—different from the heat of the fire or the towels wrapped around us. It was something deeper, something quiet but fierce.

Matt smiled softly, almost to himself, and I knew I was the only one who saw it.

As I finished the last bite of my sandwich, Matt nudged me lightly with his knee.

“Wanna hit the hot tub?” he asked casually, like it wasn’t a big deal at all.

I looked over at him, surprised. “Now?”

He grinned. “Yeah. It’s dark out, barely anyone is around. The stars are out too. Feels like the perfect time.”

I hesitated for a second, but the idea of warm water after falling into a freezing lake sounded heavenly. I nodded. “Yeah. Let’s do it.”

After tossing our towels onto the hooks near the back door, we both headed to the deck. The sky had dimmed into a soft navy blue, and the hot tub steamed gently in the cold air, glowing faintly from the underwater lights.

Matt didn’t hesitate. He pulled his shirt off in one motion, then shimmied out of his sweatpants, revealing dark swim briefs—fitted, of course. The kind that left little to the imagination.

I blinked and looked away quickly, heat rushing to my cheeks. He looked completely unbothered, stretching his arms like this was just another regular night.

Meanwhile, I stood frozen, towel still wrapped tight around me.

“You good?” Matt asked, glancing over his shoulder with a raised brow.

“Yeah,” I replied a little too quickly.

He didn’t move, just studied me for a second, his expression softening.

“It’s just me, sweetheart,” he said quietly, voice warm and careful.

“Huh?” I blinked, caught off guard by how gentle he sounded.

My heart was beating fast, and I could feel the heat crawling up my neck. I knew he wasn’t pushing—but still, there was this weight in my chest I couldn’t shake.

The truth was, I’d always been self-conscious about my body—especially my chest. I was blessed in that area, sure, but that only made me more aware of myself. Of how people looked. Of how clothes fit. Of how exposed I felt in anything that showed skin.

I hesitated for a second longer, the cool night air brushing against my legs.

Matt wasn’t rushing me. He didn’t even step closer—he just waited, giving me the space to move at my own pace.

So I took a breath.

Then, slowly, I loosened the towel from around my body and put it on the rack. I stood there in my shorts and oversized button-up, still stalling, still unsure.

But his eyes never wandered. They didn’t linger or roam or make me feel small. He just… looked at me. Like I was normal. Like I was me.

I slipped off my shorts, then the oversized shirt. The bikini underneath felt like paper, barely there, but I stood a little straighter.

Matt offered me a hand, his smile calm and steady. “Come here,” he said quietly.

I placed my hand in his, and together, we stepped into the hot tub. The steam rose around us, curling into the cool night air, and the moment my body sank beneath the surface, a deep warmth wrapped around me like a blanket.

The water was perfect—hot enough to soothe, to melt the chill still clinging to my skin, to calm the nerves buzzing quietly in my chest.

We settled across from each other, legs brushing slightly under the water, the glow from the soft lights inside the tub casting a golden hue over Matt’s skin. His hair was still damp from the lake, a little messy, a little perfect.

He leaned back, arms stretched along the edge behind him, eyes on me.

“Feel better?” he asked.

I nodded slowly, letting my shoulders sink into the warmth.

Matt’s lips curved into a small smile. “Good.”

A comfortable silence settled between us, broken only by the gentle ripple of water and the distant sound of wind rustling through the trees. The stars above were scattered and soft, and for once, I didn’t feel self-conscious. I just felt here.

I watched the steam swirl up into the night sky, the water gently lapping against my arms. For a while, we didn’t say anything—just let the quiet sit between us, easy and unforced.

I shifted a little in the water, letting my fingers trace lazy circles across the surface before glancing over at him.

“Can I ask you something?” I murmured.

Matt looked at me, eyes warm. “Of course.”

I hesitated, chewing on my bottom lip before saying, “Do you ever worry we’re too different?”

His brows drew together slightly, not with concern—more like curiosity.

“Different how?”

“I don’t know…” I said, shrugging lightly. “You’re confident. Outgoing. You’ve been in relationships. You know how to handle people.”

Matt was quiet for a beat, eyes never leaving mine.

Then he said, “I don’t see those as differences that pull us apart. I think they’re why we work.”

I blinked, caught off guard.

He leaned in slightly, his voice steady but soft. “You feel everything, even when it hurts. And you care so deeply, even if you don’t always know how to say it.”

He squeezed my hand gently beneath the water.

“You make me slow down. You make me think. You make me want to be better. That’s not a bad difference. That’s balance.”

My chest tightened at his words.

“You’re not too quiet,” he added, his thumb brushing against my knuckles. “You’re just used to people not listening the right way.”

I swallowed, my throat thick with emotion. “And you do?”

He smiled, just a little. “Every word.”

His words settled over me like warmth, sinking deeper than the hot water ever could. I looked at him for a long moment, trying to memorize the softness in his eyes, the way he always seemed to know exactly what I needed to hear—even when I didn’t know I needed it.

I exhaled slowly. “How are you like this?” I asked, half-laughing. “The way you just… see people.”

Matt tilted his head slightly, gaze drifting up toward the sky. “I guess I had to learn. Early.”

I turned toward him more, my hand still resting in his beneath the water.

“You mean with your family?” I asked gently.

“I don’t like making it seem like I had it rough,” he said quietly. “I mean—look at how we grew up. We had money. Opportunities. A last name that opened doors before we even learned how to knock.”

He paused, fingers brushing the surface of the water.

“But that doesn’t mean it was… easy.”

I stayed silent, letting him keep going.

“My dad—he was intense. Charming in public, ruthless in private. Everything was about image. Being polished. Being perfect. He didn’t want sons—he wanted successors.”

Matt’s voice was calm, but I could hear the weight behind it. Years of it.

“We were kids trying to be versions of men we hadn’t even become yet. He expected everything. Success. Control. No mistakes. And when he died…” Matt swallowed, glancing at the stars. “It wasn’t grief that hit first. It was pressure. Like now it was our job to carry the weight of everything he built. The name, the company, the legacy. All of it.”

His thumb traced over mine beneath the water again, slower this time.

“I never really got to figure out who I was outside of all that. I just kept showing up, playing the part, saying the right thing. Because that’s what was expected of me.”

I felt my chest ache for him—really ache.

“Matt…” I whispered.

He looked at me then, and the look in his eyes nearly unraveled me.

“But with you…” he said. “I don’t feel like I have to pretend.”

My throat tightened, tears threatening at the edges.

“You don’t,” I whispered. “Not with me.”

He didn’t say anything back. He just looked at me like no one ever had before.

And at that moment, I didn’t see the model. Or the name. Or the polished mask he wore for the world.

I saw him.

Just Matt.

We stayed like that for a long time. Talking. Listening. Sometimes falling into quiet stretches that didn’t feel awkward—just full.

Matt told me more about his brothers, how he sometimes felt like the middleman between their arguments. How hard it was to be the one that kept everything glued together without showing the cracks in himself. How success sometimes felt hollow, like he was achieving things for a version of himself that didn’t exist anymore.

I told him how I used to imagine disappearing when things got too loud in my head. How even now, with everything going so well, I still sometimes felt like I was waiting for it all to fall apart.

We didn’t try to fix anything. We just sat in it together.

And that was enough.

Eventually, my fingers started to prune, and the steam around us thinned in the night air. The sky had gone fully dark now, stars scattered like freckles across the velvet.

Matt stretched his arms over the side of the tub and glanced at me with a tired smile. “I think we’ve officially become raisins.”

I laughed softly, my voice quieter now, the mood having mellowed into something softer. “I’m warm though”

He grinned, pushing himself up and climbing out with ease, water cascading off him as he reached for one of the towels we’d left nearby.

He held it open for me, and I stepped into it, letting him wrap it around me.

We were both still quiet, not because we didn’t have anything to say—but because we’d already said so much.

Once inside, the heat of the cottage hit us like a wave. It was a comforting warmth, smelling faintly of cedar and something familiar. We padded toward the bedroom, water trailing from our legs, towels clinging to our skin.

“Go shower first,” he murmured, brushing a wet curl off my cheek. “I’ll find you something warm to wear.”

I nodded, a small smile tugging at my lips as I turned toward the bathroom, heart full, body relaxed, and for the first time in what felt like forever… I felt safe.

With him.

And with myself.

By the time I stepped out of the shower, my skin was pink from the heat and the towel Matt had left for me smelled like him—clean, woodsy, familiar.

I found him in the fireplace room, already in a pair of gray sweats and a long-sleeved black tee, hair still damp and curling at the edges. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting a golden glow across the walls. The lights were low, just a single warm lamp in the corner, and the whole room felt like something out of a dream.

The couch wasn’t just a couch—it was one of those oversized, deep-set ones that felt more like a bed. He’d already thrown on extra pillows and a thick blanket, the kind that swallows you whole.

He looked up when he saw me walk in, a slow smile tugging at his lips.

“Hey,” he said softly, reaching out a hand. “Come here.”

I crossed the room without a word, still in the sweatshirt he’d left out for me—it hung down to mid-thigh, sleeves covering my hands, making me feel small and tucked in.

I climbed onto the couch beside him and immediately sank into the pillows. Matt pulled the blanket over both of us and wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close until my head was resting on his chest and his fingers found mine again.

The fire popped gently, the only sound in the room aside from our quiet breaths.

The fire had burned low now, just glowing embers crackling gently in the hearth. The room was wrapped in a golden hush, the kind of silence that only comes when it’s late enough for the world to feel like it’s paused.

Matt’s chest rose and fell slowly beneath my cheek. His arm was still around me, his hand lazily tracing slow, soothing patterns along my spine under the blanket.

Neither of us had spoken in a while, but the silence wasn’t empty. It was warm. Full.

Then I felt him shift slightly, his voice barely a breath above a whisper.

“I used to think I wasn’t built for this.”

I tilted my head, looking up at him in the dim light. “For what?”

He looked down at me, his features soft and serious. “This. Being close to someone. Letting someone actually see me.”

My heart ached in that quiet, aching way. I didn’t say anything—just waited, letting him keep going.

“I always thought… I’d mess it up. Or get bored. Or run the second it felt real,” he said. “But then you came back. And I didn’t want to run anymore.”

My chest tightened.

He gave a breath of a laugh, almost nervous. “That’s how I knew it wasn’t just something passing. You made me want to stay.”

I blinked, my throat thick.

“Matt…” I whispered.

His hand came up, fingertips brushing my jaw as gently as a breath. “Yeah?”

I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to.

He leaned in.

And kissed me.

It started slow—tender. Careful. His lips moved against mine with quiet certainty, like he was memorizing the shape of me, learning me all over again in this new space between us.

My fingers found his shirt, curling lightly in the fabric as I leaned into him, melting into the warmth of his body, his touch.

He deepened the kiss just slightly, his hand moving from my jaw to the side of my neck, thumb brushing against my pulse. It made my breath catch—something about the way he touched me like I was fragile, but also like he couldn’t get close enough.

Something in my heart shifted.

It wasn’t sudden. It wasn’t overwhelming. It was quiet—like a door creaking open after being locked for years.

I looked at him. Really looked at him.

The way his hand held the side of my face like I was something precious. The way his eyes searched mine—not with hunger, but with care. With patience. Maybe love.

I felt the warmth of his body, the steady beat of his heart beneath my palm, and this calm certainty washed over me.

I wanted him.

Not just physically.

I wanted this. With him.

Not because I felt like I had to, or to prove anything—not to myself, not to anyone.

But because it finally felt right. Because I trusted him. Because after everything, he made me feel safe again… in my body, in my silence, in my heart.

I breathed in slowly, that familiar twinge of fear still faint in the back of my mind—but it didn’t control me anymore.

It didn’t define this moment.

I lifted my hand, brushing a damp curl off his forehead.

“Matt,” I whispered, my voice steadier now.

He looked at me, eyes flickering with something softer—like he could already feel the shift too.

“I think…” I paused, fingers curling around the hem of his shirt. “I’m ready.”

He stilled, searching my face carefully.

“For what?”

I swallowed, eyes never leaving his. “For us… to go all the way.”

His face changed instantly, staring at me.

Matt brought a hand to my cheek, eyes softening only with emotion, not expectation.

“Are you sure?” His voice was soft, every word laced with care and tenderness, as if he was holding something fragile between them.

I swallowed, feeling the weight of the moment, and nodded slowly. My voice was barely more than a breath. “Yes. I want it to be with you.”

He exhaled slowly, the tension in his body finally releasing, like he’d been holding his breath for far too long.

“Sweetheart,” he said gently, his tone wrapping around me like a warm embrace, “this is such a huge step for you. I need you to be completely certain—because I would never want to rush you.”

Before he could say more, I reached up cupping his cheek, my words coming quickly, almost desperate to be understood. “No, Matt… I want this. I want it with you. But only if you want it too–”

In an instant, he pulled me close, his hands steady and sure on my waist, grounding me. His eyes searched mine, full of honest emotion.

“No, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice thick with feeling. “Of course I want this—with you. You don’t even know how much I've thought about this. But I want you to trust me.”

“I do trust you”

He took my hand that was cupping his cheek and held it. “You sure?”

Matt’s eyes softened even more as he cupped my face gently. “I’ll take care of you, okay? If at any moment you want to stop—if anything feels too much—you tell me, and we stop.”

His voice was steady, full of promise, and I believed him completely.

Slowly, he shifted, sitting me up carefully so I was straddling his lap. His hands moved to support my back, holding me close but giving me space to breathe, to move, to decide.

“You’re in control,” he whispered, his forehead resting against mine. “This is your choice, your moment.”

The warmth from his breath brushed my cheek, calming the fluttering nerves inside me.

I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath me.

When I opened them again, all I saw was trust.

His lips met mine once more, soft and lingering, each kiss slow and deliberate. When his mouth finally left mine, it trailed down to the sensitive curve of my neck, sending a shiver through me.

First, my sweatshirt slipped off, and I felt a small comfort knowing I was already wearing my bikini underneath, making the bra feel familiar and safe.

Then, carefully, he peeled off his shirt, revealing the warmth of his skin beneath.

One by one, my sweatpants followed, sliding down to reveal the smooth skin beneath, and then his sweatpants came off as well, leaving us both bare.

I glanced down and saw the evidence of his desire—he was already hard beneath me, and I could feel it clearly.

“Can I take this off?” he asked softly, his fingers lightly tugging at the strap of my bra.

I hesitated for a moment, then gave a small nod.

Slowly and carefully, he peeled the bra away, leaving me completely exposed to him. My nipples were now fully visible, sensitive and vulnerable. He looked down at me for a beat, then lifted his gaze back to mine, his eyes full of admiration.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion. “So, so beautiful.”

Then, tenderly, he placed gentle kisses on each one, sending warmth and tenderness through me. It felt really nice.

Slowly, he eased me down onto the soft surface beneath us, his lips trailing gentle kisses along my skin as he moved lower.

“I want to take my time with you, baby,” he whispered close to my ear. “I want to help you relax, so it won’t hurt as much.”

I nodded softly, my voice barely a breath. “Okay.”

His fingers traced a slow path down my body, every movement deliberate and tender.

With each step, he paused to look up at me, his eyes searching mine. “Is this okay? Tell me if it’s too much.”

His fingers moved gently over me, and I couldn’t hold back the soft sounds escaping my lips. At first, it felt ticklish—new and unfamiliar, since no one had ever touched me there before. But as I began to relax, the sensations deepened into something warm and unexpectedly wonderful.

I could feel the shift in him—gentle, careful—as he pulled back slightly, his hands moving to the waistband of his underwear.

“Not yet, baby,” he murmured softly, voice almost reverent.

He slid them down and off, and in the quiet glow of the firelight, he stood before me—completely bare. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of him, a soft gasp slipping from my lips.

He was beautiful. Strong, yes, but the tenderness in his eyes was what made my chest ache the most.

Matt leaned over me, lowering himself with a kind of reverence, his hand coming up to cradle my cheek.

“You okay?” he whispered, his forehead nearly touching mine.

I nodded, eyes wide but calm, heart racing—but not from fear. From trust. From something real.

“Tell me if anything’s too much,” he said, brushing a kiss to the corner of my mouth.

Then, slowly, he reached down, guiding himself, carefully lining up with me, his other hand still holding my face like he needed to keep me grounded in his touch.

Every movement was patient.

Measured.

“Matt,” I whispered, my voice small but steady.

He looked at me instantly, our faces only inches apart, his eyes searching mine with full attention.

“Yeah?”

I took a breath, my heart thudding in my chest.

“You don’t have to go slow,” I said quietly. “I just… I want you to push in.”

His brows knit with concern, hesitating. “Daph…”

“I mean it,” I murmured. “I’m ready.”

Even as I said it, something stirred deep in me—something old and buried. A flicker of a memory that tried to push its way in. A moment from the past that had once stolen this choice from me.

But this wasn’t that.

The air felt different. He was different.

Back then, I felt powerless. Small. Trapped.

But now—I was choosing this. I wanted this. I wanted him.

I felt safe. I felt seen.

Matt’s hand tightened gently around mine, his thumb brushing across my knuckles. He didn’t move yet—he just looked at me, carefully, like he could read every flicker in my expression.

“You sure?” he asked again, voice low and filled with something deeper than lust. “I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart.”

I nodded slowly, my eyes never leaving his.

“I trust you, Matt.”

And that trust was everything.

He kissed me—soft, steady, and grounding.

Then, with one final breath shared between us, he moved.

One deep push.

A sharp gasp escaped me as pain shot through my core—intense and unfamiliar. A hiss slipped from my lips, my eyes stinging with sudden tears.

It hurt. More than I expected.

Above me, Matt let out a low, strained groan, clearly holding himself back, fighting every instinct to move.

His hand immediately moved to my face, gently tucking strands of hair away as his thumb brushed over my temple. Soft, steady. Grounding.

“Shhh… I’ve got you,” he murmured, voice laced with concern. “You’re okay, sweetheart. Just breathe. We’ll go slow. You tell me when you’re ready, alright?”

I nodded faintly, focusing on the rhythm of his voice, the tenderness in his touch.

Despite the pain, I didn’t feel afraid.

I felt held.

Safe.

And slowly, as my body adjusted and the ache began to ease, I tightened my fingers around his and whispered, “Okay… you can move now.”

He placed a kiss on my forehead.

Then, he moved with care—each motion patient and filled with meaning.

He held me close, our bodies pressed together, the heat of him wrapped around me completely. Every movement was slow, careful, as if he was learning me with each breath.

Soft moans slipped from both of us, tangled in the quiet flicker of the firelight.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he whispered against my skin, his voice low and full of warmth. “So good for me… you feel incredible.”

His lips brushed my shoulder, then my collarbone, murmuring praise between each kiss.

“I’ve got you,” he said again, over and over, like a promise. “You’re safe with me… so perfect, baby.”

Every word anchored me. His hands never left me—one cradling the back of my head, the other gripping my waist like he couldn’t bear to let go, and as our bodies moved together, I let myself feel everything.

“Matt…” I gasped, breath shaky. “I—I think I’m close.”

He looked down at me, eyes full of warmth and something deeper. His grip on my waist tightened just slightly, grounding me.

“Yeah?” he whispered, voice rough with emotion. “It’s okay, baby. Let go. I’m right here.”

His pace stayed steady, but I could hear it in his breathing—he was close too.

“I’m not gonna last much longer either,” he murmured, forehead resting against mine. “Wanna feel you, sweetheart… I wanna come with you.”

And then, everything swelled—heat, pressure, the sounds between us—and I fell over the edge, pulling him with me.

We came together in a wave of breathless moans and trembling limbs, hearts racing, hands clutching, mouths brushing skin like we couldn’t bear to be apart.

We stayed like that—our bodies tangled, chests rising and falling in uneven rhythm. My skin was warm, slick with sweat, but I didn’t want to move. I reached for him, fingers slipping into his damp hair, and gently pulled him against me, guiding his head to rest on my chest.

His soft, shallow breaths tickled my skin, matching the pace of mine, both of us coming down from something bigger than just the physical.

For a moment, it was quiet—then he shifted slightly, lifting his head to look at me.

“Are you okay?” he asked quickly, eyes full of concern. “Did I hurt you? Was it too much? You can tell me, Daphne—please tell me.”

I blinked up at him, still catching my breath. His voice was full of so much worry, it almost made me tear up.

“I’m okay,” I whispered. “I promise.”

But that didn’t stop him.

“Are you sure? Do you feel alright? Was it… what you wanted? Do you need water? Or food? Or—God, I should’ve gone slower, I just—”

“Matt,” I cut him off gently, smiling as I cupped his cheek. “I’m okay. Really.”

He let out a shaky breath, his forehead resting against mine. “You scared me for a second when you got quiet. I wanted it to feel good.”

“It did,” I murmured, brushing my thumb over his cheek. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

His shoulders dropped slightly in relief, and he kissed my palm before wrapping his arms around me again, pulling me close like he didn’t want to let go.

“Okay,” he whispered.

After a while, the quiet settled around us like a blanket. The fire was still glowing low, casting flickers of light across the room, but my body had started to come down from the high—replaced now by an aching soreness I hadn’t fully anticipated.

I shifted slightly and winced.

Matt noticed instantly.

“Hey,” he said gently, propping himself up on one elbow. “Are you okay?”

I nodded, though my expression said otherwise. “Just… sore.”

Concern washed over his face. “Okay. No more moving, then.”

Before I could say anything else, he was already standing up and reaching for me. “Wait—Matt,” I murmured, but he just gave me a soft look.

With careful hands, he slid one arm beneath my back and the other under my knees, lifting me effortlessly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling small and safe in his arms.

“You don’t have to carry me,” I whispered, though secretly… I didn’t want him to stop.

He smiled as he held me close, leaving no protest, “Be quiet.”

He carried me through the cottage, into the bathroom where warm towels and soft light made everything feel even cozier. He set me down gently on the edge of the tub, kissed the top of my head, and ran the warm water.

The whole time, he stayed close—helping me clean up with careful, respectful touches, asking if I was okay, if anything hurt too much, if I needed anything.

And later, when we were finally tucked back into bed, my head on his chest and his fingers tracing lazy shapes on my back, I felt more good than I ever had in my entire life.

Not just because of what we’d done.

But because of everything that came after.

Because he stayed.

Because he cared.

We lay tangled together, the quiet of the night wrapping around us like a soft embrace. My head rested against Matt’s chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear. His fingers traced slow, soothing circles on my back, each touch grounding me in the moment.

blinked rapidly, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill.

I hesitated, the lump in my throat making words feel heavy. My chest tightened as I fought the wave of emotion rising inside me.

“Matt,” I whispered softly, my voice barely more than a breath as I nestled into the curve of his chest.

He hummed against my hair. “Yes?”

My heart pounded fiercely, caught between the urge to speak and the fear of vulnerability. The words trembled on my lips, fragile and precious.

Finally, I let them slip out, quiet and hesitant.

“I love you.”

I paused and I felt him shift beside me.

“What did you say?”

His voice was low, curious, and tender.

I didn’t dare say it again—yet.

His fingers gently found my chin, lifting my face toward his. Our eyes met, soft and searching, both our heads resting lightly on the same pillow.

“You said something,” he teased, a slow, knowing smile curving his lips, and a delicate flush warmed his cheeks.

“Nothing,” I murmured, trying to hide the blush blooming across my skin.

“No, come on,” he coaxed, his voice like silk. “Say it again, sweetheart.”

Taking a steadying breath, I found the courage in his gaze.

“I love you.”

His smile deepened, radiating pure joy and affection, as if my words were the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard.

He reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face, his touch featherlight but electric.

“I love you”

he whispered back, his eyes shining with a mixture of awe and certainty.

My heart soared, pounding wildly against my ribs.

The past four months since I told my my secret, he had been nothing but loving, and tender with me. I’ve never felt so safe and seen with a man. Matt knew me without having me say anything.

The words I love you had been on the tip of my tongue for so long.

I couldn’t stop smiling. Neither could he.

He was my Matthew, and I was his Daphne.

Matt grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You know,” he said, his voice playful, “I was waiting for you to say that for a long time.”

I laughed softly, resting my forehead against his. “Yeah? You could’ve just said it first.”

He pretended to think it over, tapping his chin. “Nah, I like hearing it from you. Makes it feel special.”

I rolled my eyes, but the smile on my face was wide and genuine.

Then, without warning, he tickled my side lightly.

“Matt!” I gasped, squirming away, but he held me close, laughing.

“See? You’re mine. No backing out.”

I reached up, poking his ribs in retaliation, and he laughed harder.

After a while, our laughter and whispers slowly faded into comfortable silence. Nestled in each other’s arms, the warmth between us felt like the safest place in the world. My eyelids grew heavy, the steady rhythm of Matt’s heartbeat lulling me closer to sleep.

Matt’s fingers traced soft patterns on my back as his voice softened to a tender murmur.

“Goodnight, Daphne. I love you.”

I smiled against his chest, my voice barely audible but full of meaning.

“Goodnight, Matthew. I love you.”

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mollywog · 2 years ago

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Symmetry

After the first Games (CF Chapter 1)

I hunt. He bakes. Haymitch drinks. We have our own ways to stay busy, to keep thoughts of our time as contestants in the Hunger Games at bay.

After the War (MJ Chapter 27)

We learn to keep busy again. Peeta bakes. I hunt. Haymitch drinks until the liquor runs out, and then raises geese until the next train arrives.

#The first one is at the beginning of CF - they’re isolated going through the motions in a holding pattern #The second is at the end of MJ - this one gives the feeling of healing and forward movement #In the first instance they don’t actually need to do the thing #In the second they’re actions are seemingly feeding the hundreds who return to the district - 🍞 🥩 🥚#love when lines repeat but with different meanings #symmerty #first chapter of book 1 and last chapter of book 3 #thg #Mockingjay #catching fire #the hunger games #the victors of district 12 #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #haymitch abernathy

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yippee-optimistically · 2 months ago

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NO YOU DONT the fog is coming 😂 😂 varied lotf doodles I LIKE THEM A LOTTTTT good good book. yesss

design/inspo for the design of roger from mikeru .. the simon says animatic got stuck in my head real bad

som kind of first pass designs .. yess

so insanely self infulgent au bc i want them to be friends but pls believe me when i say I UNDERSTAND THE BOOK i just like to play with them like dolls

this 1 i really have no explanation for i just think hes silly. simon you bugly af

simon sewing project coming soon i just need 2 figure out how to sculp some bugs ON GOD !!!!!!

#lord of the flies #lotf #lord of the flies fanart #im so far past the “ooohhh teehee its a classic book im so embarassed” NO these r my tooys #jack merridew #my goat...#lotf piggy #lotf ralph #ralph lotf #lotf roger #lotf simon #lotf samneric #i need 2 reread the book bc the first time i didnt know who to pay attention to. i missed sooo much abt some of the choir #i have a whole COLORED AND COMPLETED DOODLE PAGE i prob wont post bc it was before i realized i was so wrong on jack n ralphs hair colors #i thought they looked like the 90s movie... ouuu embarassed. i didnt realized jack was ginger until like THE LAST PAGE #thought they were both blonde. was mad about that. tricked myself into thinking ralph had dark hair #i dont wanna talk abt it. i DO wanna talk abt ralph and his god damn HANDSTANDS #headstands. whatever. he does like 12 in the first 3 chapters and gets so sad when he CANT cuz theres not enough room.. bro...#no particular ships here i think theyd be deeply messed up and codependent and intertwined #theyre also 12 so i just dont gaf what they do #actually so little of rogers design is original 1 sec

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MIMIC CHAPTER 4 DROPPING IN THE SAME DAY I HAD A DREAM WITH HOSHI!!?!?!?!!! CRAZY!!!!

#and the CRAZIEST part is that this is like the 4th time Hoshi thoughts lead me to upcoming mimic things #first. I made this plant woman character and 2 chapters later a plant woman character dropped in game #there have been 2 instances where i startes thinking about Hoshi randomly and found out that. 1; Chapter 3 was like a week away.#and the second time the trailer for chaoter 4 had dropped #and now i had a dream with her the day the last chapter came out!! insane!!!!!#and honestly it's crazy to think book 2 is over #it's been so long but at the same time it feels like yesterday since i played chapter 1 w my friends #i still need to play ch4 (and 3 haha) but im waiting for a time we can all game together #like old times. its a fitting end #hyena scribbles #the mimic #the mimic roblox #the mimic book 2 #the mimic oc #Hoshiro

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covingtons · 2 months ago

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why is starting a new book one of the hardest things in the world

#I have theories and most of them are to do with crippling adhd #and the fear of being let down #every time I start a new book I want to die a little #until at least 1/3 of the way in and then I am consumed and ravenous and adopt it as a personality trait #I have tried to start the throne of glass series 12 different times over the last ten fucking years #and I have finally made it past chapter 3 for the first time #I’m finally on chapter 12 and STRUGGLING #I know for a fact I am going to love this series #so why is getting into it so fucking difficult #I have had to gaslight myself into forgetting spoilers for this series for over a decade now #I just want to read it and be free #shut up megan

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It's been so long since I've read anything kingkiller chronicles related but the narrow road between desires was so unexpectedly emotional and sweet

#bast being so gentle with children is killing me #when he hugs rike............oh my fucking god.....#and the way he (in his severe ''we have just performed extremely powerful fae magic'' way) like #methodically and intensely tells rike that under no circumstances is he a bad person #silly and selfish bast looking an abused child in the eye and telling them they are not irredeemable because they've done bad things #ugh. ugh!!!!!#i don't have the time or energy to reread the kingkiller chronicles but i think i need to MAKE time lmao #the first (and last) lines of the first chapters are like. tattooed in my brain #gritting my teeth i have so many books to read i CANNOT read TWO 500 PAGE NOVELS RN #I HAVE SO MANY LIBRARY BOOKS #thank u rothfuss. writing IS hard #was neil gaiman the one who said ''the words will come back to you eventually'' or something like that #pressure and expectations can kill the love of something very quickly #and frankly i dipped my toes into the kingkiller fandom once and was really weirded out by just how many people acted like they were OWED #book 3 #anyway: bast and his bisexual arrangements with emberlee and dax and kholi are so funny to me #im not 100% sure what was being implied but the possibility of it being a four way friends with benefits thing is so silly #also also it is always a treat to read present day kote/kvothe #book 1 kvothe was great but i didn't really like book 2 kvothe #then again its been years since ive read it so maybe i misinterpreted but he felt very arrogant #i think that may have been on purpose?? but idk ill have to reread them sometime #innkeeper kote my beloved #honestly ''innkeeper being a secret badass'' trope in general my beloved. gotta be my favorite type of character

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papermachedragons · 2 years ago

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Oh man oh man oh man I have draft chapters of my current fic I need to work on to upload to ao3 but I picked up a 400+k word fic and I CANNOT put it down this fic is insane and intense and I am Hooked

#its so good and interesting two nights ago i didnt put it down to slepe until it was near 4 #which is not the first time thats happened and definitely not the last but aaahhhh #i was getting better at updating every 2ish weeks instead of between 1-3 months #readers of my stranger things fic look away #i was also reading percy jackson again with the intent to read the entire riordanverse this time around #which is like 20+ books right? but then i read a long fic and another long fic #and now im on fic number 6 between book 3 and 4 andni just cant decide if (once im done with this fic) i should just continue to #the next book in the series or restart my reread as if id never picked them up to get back in the grove #anyway im frothing at the mouth about this fic and ive spent the last two days reading and i compltrly forgor #about my plans to work on the next chapter to my fic today #id say sorry to myself and readers of my fic but im really not #dragon talks

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therandompagesblog · 8 months ago

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SKZ Mate Book 1

SUMMARY:

Going from one werewolf pack to another. There's no turning back now, not when you know what you left behind. A dangerous situation is now replaced with something less sinister. Can Y/N learn to trust another group of werewolves?

Warnings:

This fanfiction may include distressing themes so please read with caution. MDNI All rights belong to the author. I own the created characters and plots to make this fanfiction. The themes DO NOT REPRESENT the real people. It is a dark romance themed fanfic!

⚠️ Omegaverse, A/B/O, Marking, Biting, Mating, Blood play, Mentions of Assault, Mentions of Violence, Mentions of Torture, VERY SMUTTY, Misogyny, Anxiety, Depression, Angst, Fluff, M/M/F, Possessive SKZ, Cursing, Pet Names, Humiliation, Kinks, Gaslighting, Sexism, Dom/Sub dynamics, Threesome, Foreplay, Begging ⚠️

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Before starting I would like to give a MASSIVE SHOUT OUT to these amazing works of art. These people's works inspired me to write my own A/B/O. So please also check their works out.

@ot8xbangchansgirlsblog The heart of the pack 12/10!!!! An addictive read. It was also the first ever A/B/O I encountered, but I love how pure it is and the romantic mxm involvement! And Idol SKZ!!! PLEASE JUST READ IT!!!!!

@doitforbangchan All Bark and No Bite 12/10!! The SMUT blew my mind. The dynamics between the reader and Straykids were incredible. Overall iconic and is a MUST read.

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Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11 ⚠️💦

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15 ⚠️💦

Chapter 16 ⚠️❗

Chapter 17 ⚠️‼️

Chapter 18 ⚠️‼️

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21 ⚠️💦

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24 ⚠️

Chapter 25 ⚠️

Book 2 is here.

Feeling Inspired by my fanfiction. Go ahead and write your own. Any ideas, concepts or themes used please credit me accordingly© If you are unsure message me, I definitely do not bite 💙

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animusrox · 5 months ago

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GRADE B

62. The Devil’s Bath 63. The Bikeriders 64. Sasquatch Sunset 65. The Lord of the Rings: The War of the Rohirrim 66. Monkey Man 67. Last Straw 68. Abigail 69. Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga 70. Tiger Stripes 71. The Book of Clarence 72. The Instigators 73. I’m Still Here 74. The Coffee Table 75. The Return 76. Problemista 77. Trap 78. MaXXXine 79. Love Lies Bleeding 80. You’ll Never Find Me 81. Between the Temples 82. Marmalade 83. Blitz 84. Speak No Evil 85. Asphalt City 86. Piece By Piece 87. Wicked Little Letters 88. We Live in Time 89. Super/Man: The Christopher Reeve Story 90. V/H/S/Beyond 91. The Dead Don’t Hurt 92. Suncoast 93. Maria 94. My Old Ass 95. Immaculate 96. The Truth vs. Alex Jones 97. Cuckoo 98. Daddio 99. We Were Dangerous 100. The Outrun 101. Infested 102. Monolith 103. Azrael 104. The Last Showgirl 105. Babes 106. The Fire Inside 107. Lisa Frankenstein 108. Here 109. Thelma 110. Queer 111. Out of Darkness 112. Y2K 113. Handling the Undead 114. Bad Boys: Ride or Die 115. I Saw the TV Glow 116. Arcadian 117. Transformers One 118. Never Let Go 119. The Piano Lesson 120. Beverly Hills Cop: Axel F 121. Wicked 122. Gladiator II 123. Carry-On 124. Blink Twice 125. Self Reliance 126. Fly Me to the Moon 127. Boy Kills World 128. Kinds of Kindness 129. Nutcrackers 130. Skincare 131. Ezra 132. The Front Room 133. Mothers’ Instinct 134. Inside Out 2 135. Omni Loop 136. Girls State 137. Beetlejuice Beetlejuice 138. Your Monster 139. Babygirl 140. Mufasa: The Lion King 141. The Greatest Hits 142. Horizon: An American Saga - Chapter 1 143. Magpie

GRADE C

144. The People’s Joker 145. Nightbitch 146. Road House 147. Young Woman and the Sea 148. Am I OK? 149. Music by John Williams 150. The Killer’s Game 151. Oh, Canada 152. Wolfs 153. Sting 154. The Idea of You 155. Don’t Move 156. 1992 157. Werewolves 158. The Killer 159. The Shadow Strays 160. Rez Ball 161. MoviePass, MovieCrash 162. The Fall Guy 163. Lee 164. The End 165. Godzilla × Kong: The New Empire 166. The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare 167. Madame Web 168. Caddo Lake 169. Watchmen: Chapter II 170. Watchmen: Chapter I 171. Salem’s Lot 172. The Exorcism 173. The Watchers 174. Kill 175. Jackpot! 176. Rumours 177. Damsel 178. My Spy: The Eternal City 179. Drive-Away Dolls 180. IF 181. Spaceman 182. Joy 183. Joker: Folie à Deux 184. Megalopolis 185. Monster Summer 186. Lovely, Dark, and Deep 187. Bob Marley: One Love 188. Kraven the Hunter 189. Moana 2 190. I Used to Be Funny 191. Goodrich 192. September 5 193. Hold Your Breath 194. Apartment 7A

GRADE F

195. The Platform 2 196. Arthur the King 197. Shirley 198. Back to Black 199. Land of Bad 200. Poolman 201. Emilia Pérez 202. The Room Next Door 203. I.S.S. 204. Brothers 205. Knox Goes Away 206. Mean Girls 207. Krazy House 208. Slingshot 209. Mr. Crocket 210. Argylle 211. Sonic the Hedgehog 3 212. Winnie-the-Pooh: Blood and Honey 2 213. Afraid 214. Tuesday 215. Spellbound 216. Justice League: Crisis on Infinite Earths Part Three 217. Justice League: Crisis on Infinite Earths Part Two 218. Justice League: Crisis on Infinite Earths Part One 219. The American Society of Magical Negroes 220. Subservience 221. Time Cut 222. Night Swim 223. Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire 224. Red One 225. This Is Me…Now 226. Despicable Me 4 227. The Union 228. Ricky Stanicky 229. The Beekeeper 230. Honeymoonish 231. Hot Frosty 232. The Deliverance 233. The Garfield Movie 234. Lift 235. Atlas 236. Trigger Warning 237. House of Spoils 238. Borderlands 239. Tarot 240. Venom: The Last Dance

Bottom 10

241. Imaginary 242. Unfrosted 243. It Ends With Us 244. Dear Santa 245. The Crow 246. The Strangers: Chapter 1 247. Harold and the Purple Crayon 248. Rebel Moon - Part Two: The Scargiver 249. Dirty Angels 250. Miller’s Girl

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mydearzero · 1 month ago

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The Babysitter | Robert 'Bob' Reynolds x fem!Reader | Chapter 3 - Sweet Tooth

Summary: You didn’t have any superpowers, nor were you even qualified for the position, yet somehow a mishap between Alexei and Yelena ends up in getting you a new job. Bob-sitter.

Contents: No Y/N, fem!reader, college student!reader, mentions of food and eating in this chapter.

Read it on AO3 | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

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You didn’t really know what to expect of your new job. From what you understood from your conversation with Yelena, it was mostly intended for you to stick around Bob when they went on missions. But then came the unexpected attacks, or last-minute meetings. Alexei had concluded it’d be easiest if you just spent most of your time at the Watchtower. Your classes were mostly online, so it didn’t make too much of a difference in your life. It was good for you, too, to socialize with someone other than your laptop.

The first week was somewhat awkward. You’d tried a little too hard to keep Bob engaged, but soon realized he much preferred a silent companion. Not that he didn’t enjoy conversation, or your presence, but more that he craved actual genuine interest and not the artifice you were trying to engage him with. The happy inbetween ended up being him reading in the windowsill while you did your coursework.

The rest of the team was busier in their day to day life than you’d expected. John spent most of his time in his own home, trying to rekindle his relationship with his wife and child. He still came to the Watchtower every other day, joining the team for dinner and meetings. So many meetings. What they were about, you had no clue. You’d expected the life of a superhero to be a bit more eventful than the many, many meetings they attended.

Ava’d explained it was mainly because of their past as mercenaries and current connection to Val that they had to have a lot of meetings about the legality of things. Every step they took had to be approved until they could be trusted enough to make their own decisions.

Speaking of trusting someone enough to make their own decisions.

“Can we go to the store later?” It’d been about an hour or 2 since Bob last spoke. His voice startled you out of your focus. He quickly apologized for scaring you.

“Hey, hey, no worries. I was just really focussed. What do you want to go to the store for? And not that I don’t wanna come, but can’t you go alone?” You wondered.

“I mean, I can, I think. I’m pretty sure Yelena would prefer it if I stayed inside at all times wrapped up in bubble wrap. I don’t really need anything, I’ve just read about every book to be found in this place. Need some new material,” Bob chuckled.

“How about this, I’m almost done with this assignment. Let’s go to a bookstore and we can go get some lunch after, yeah?”

Bob beamed at the suggestion, clearly done with being cooped up inside at all times. He put the book he finished back on the shelf and walked into the hallway, presumably to go get his things. You typed a few more words into your document before saving it and closing your laptop.

You grabbed your bag off the floor and took out only a few essentials. No need to bring the entire thing if you were just going for lunch.

Bob was taking a little longer than expected, so you went to check in on him. You went to knock, but the door to his room was open. Just as you were about to ask if he was ready to go, he tugged the loose shirt he was wearing over his head to change it for another.

Holy shit. Bob is ripped.

You felt heat rush to your face as you quickly backed away from the door. Sure, Bob was cute, you weren’t blind. He had the whole soft broken boy thing going on. You never would’ve guessed he was built like a brick house under all those baggy sweaters. Sweet lord.

“Hey, you ready?” Speak of the devil. Incredibly toned devil. Very good looking devil.

“YEAH, I’m– Let’s go,” you walked towards the elevator before you could embarrass yourself any further. If your flushed complexion was even noticeable, Bob didn’t mention it. You had the instinct to fan your face, but resisted. You also resisted looking at Bob’s abdomen, now covered by yet another baggy shirt.

How hadn’t you noticed? His arms were quite toned, as well. He didn’t wear short sleeves very often in the week you’d known him. God, you had to get past this, mentally, or your job was suddenly going to be a lot harder. Like his hard abs. STOP THAT.

Wait, can Bob read minds? He better not. Bob? Bob? BOB? BOB!? BOB!! Alright, safe… For now.

“You alright?” Bob asked when you’d reached the bottom floor. He was waiting for you to get out of the elevator. You quickly got out and followed him past the reconstruction of the entryway. Bob had looked up a few bookstores in the area. You let him lead the way, even when you’d probably been in New York longer than he had.

You reached the first bookstore, a dusty secondhand one, after about 10 minutes of walking in silence. It wasn’t awkward, even if you’d expected it to be. Bob liked the silence, even when it was also one of his biggest enemies in life. The city made it so it was never actually quiet, though.

A small bell rang as you entered the store. Bob held the door for you, like a true gentleman.

“Anything specific you’re looking for?” You whispered as Bob bent his neck to read the spines. You browsed a little for yourself, as well, letting him take his time.

“Not particularly, no. Just anything that piques my interest. I like fiction, though,” he mumbled the last part as he took a book off the shelf.

“I thought you might be a fiction guy,” you smiled. In a different timeline where life hadn’t severely fucked him over, he was probably a big nerd. He was really smart, smarter than he let on.

“Really? What gives it away?” Bob chuckled, thumbing a few spines, looking for a specific title by the same author.

“Hmm, your general vibes, maybe? You just seem like the kind of guy who wants to escape reality every now and then.” You picked a book off the shelf you’d been meaning to read. College took up most of your time, you didn’t even remember the last time you’d actually sat down to read a book.

“That’s true, I guess. I like exploring new worlds, especially when worldbuilding is good,” Bob let you know. He’d put a few of the books he grabbed back, but held onto one you assumed he intended on buying.

He was slowly opening up, something you were glad for. He was a lot more confident in himself when he was more comfortable, you noticed.

Bob finished browsing and went to the register, taking your book out of your hands to pay for both. It was then he realized he had brought no means to pay besides a few stray dollars in the pockets of his pants.

You chuckled and playfully rolled your eyes. You paid for the books and the clerk put them in a bag, handing them to you. You gave the bag to Bob. “If I’m gonna be paying, the least you can do is carry them. They’re mostly yours, anyway.”

“I’ll pay you back. You’re not supposed to be spending money. If anything you’re supposed to be making it right now.” Bob promised.

You told him there was no need. It wasn’t an expensive store, and the pay you received for pretty much just being his friend more than covered the costs.

“Coffee?” You asked after you’d hit another bookstore. Bob agreed. Neither of you’d found anything at the last store. The books were mainly about business and finance, not the most interesting.

You were about to pull up your phone to search for a café when Bob spotted the cutest little one just across the street, ‘Little Paris.’

Bob held the door for you once again. He would have to stop being all chivalrous if you wanted any chance of escaping today emotionally unscathed.

You were led to a small booth in the back and got your menus. Bob seemingly had a hard time choosing between the many pastry and lunch options. In the end he settled for a stack of crėpes with chocolate sauce and an espresso.

“They balance each other out,” he tried to convince you, to no avail.

“If I’d known you had such a sweet tooth I’d have been trying to win you over with all the candy over the last week,” you laughed.

The waitress came and took your orders, taking back the menus and leaving you with Bob once again.

“You wouldn’t need candy to win me over, you’re sweet enough,” Bob said. Your eyebrows raised as far as they would go,

“Robert Reynolds, was that a pickup line?” Your jaw hung open in mock offense.

“Wh- No, that’s not what I meant! I meant you’ve been very nice, ‘s all…”

“Damn, here I thought you were hitting on me. Might’ve made this a lunch date.”

Bob flushed visibly, and you knew to take the teasing down a notch. Whether he was blushing because he had accidentally hit on you or because of the implication you’d go on a date with him, you weren’t sure.

Your drinks arrived just in time to break the awkward tension. You made Bob do a haul of the books he’d bought while you waited for your food to be served. They were mainly fantasy books, but there were a few self-help ones.

“To be honest, I don’t really think you can get the kind of help I need from books, but it might be a good start to at least read up on it, I suppose,” Bob explained.

“Somehow I don’t think those books cover superpowers,” you chimed in. Bob chuckled and agreed.

Your food arrived, and you’d never seen a grown man so delighted to see a plate of sweet gooeyness.

“Y’know–” Bob spoke in between bites. “Ever since I got these powers I’ve been crazy hungry. Bucky says it’s because your body burns so much more so your metabolism goes up, but sometimes I feel like an empty pit.”

You pointed to the corner of his mouth, where a little chocolate sauce had escaped. He quickly wiped it with a napkin before continuing his ravaging.

“It makes sense. Muscles… Assuming you have… Those… Uh, require energy, so…,” you chimed in, not really giving it much more thought. Mentally, you smacked your head against the wall. Physically, you just took another sip of your drink.

“I mean, I’m not sure I’d be sitting here if I had zero muscles at all, so… You’re probably right,” Bob took a big gulp of the espresso, wincing at the bitter aftertaste.

“You should eat until you feel full, though. We have plenty of time,” you smiled. You were nowhere near as far with your plate as Bob was with his, which was pretty much gone.

“Hmm, we’ll still be here by midnight, then. I’m sure they’d wanna close before that. I’m not a monster, these people deserve to go home at some point,” the statement was followed by his last bite.

“At some point, yes, but in the meantime, feel free to order more food.”

“Oh, I will. I don’t even remember what you’re having, but it looks really good,” Bob stared at your plate as he sipped his coffee. “You want some?” You offered, raising your fork with a bite on it.

“I mean, I– I’ll order my own,” Bob smiled awkwardly.

“You can still have a taste, if you want,” you dangled the fork in front of his face tauntingly.

Bob caught your wrist and snatched the fork out of your hand, putting the bite in his mouth. Your jaw dropped in shock, not expecting him to do that. His grip on your wrist had been stronger than he’d likely intended for it to be, but it had stung a little. It might bruise, but you didn’t care. Not if he was having a good time.

“Oh yeah, I’m definitely ordering this,” Bob nodded as he swallowed the bite. The waitress came over at the exact right moment, allowing him to order another plate.

You ordered another drink, even when yours hadn’t been entirely empty yet, just so Bob wouldn’t feel weird about ordering more.

When Bob was finally satiated you called the waitress for the bill. Bob blanched, once again remembering he was relying on you for money right now. “At least let me get the tip,” he offered, putting whatever bills were left in his pocket on the table. You let him.

When you finally made your way back to the tower it was later than you’d scheduled. You got up to the penthouse and saw Yelena and Ava sitting on the couch, watching some shitty reality show.

Bob put his new books on the shelves and handed you the one you’d picked out for yourself. You thanked him and put it in your bag, taking the opportunity to gather your stuff.

“I have to go, but I’ll be back tomorrow?” It was a question directed at both Yelena and Bob. You never knew what their schedule was like. Yelena nodded as she munched on some chips. “I’ll be here until like 2, so if you can come by before that, that’d be great!”

Before you got on the elevator your name rang from Bob’s lips. You turned back to look at him as you waited for the doors to open. “Thank you, for today I mean.” It was accompanied by a warm smile.

You returned the same warm smile. “Anytime.”

Chapter 4

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Chapter 1

You were a good kid, great kid even. But no one ever really knew, well maybe your high school science teacher and Alfred, but they were the only ones.

Someone out there is probably thinking ‘‘well what about your mom she would surely care?” Well to bad she wasn't there, well at first she was, during the pregnancy, but when it was time for you to come into the world all of a sudden she didn’t fit into said world. So death took her away from you minutes after you were born.

For that and maybe because you look like her, they probably wouldn’t know because they barely look let alone talk to you, they neglected you and it hurt because these are the people who are supposed to love and care for you. But with the help of Alfred you learned to take care of yourself which leads you to this moment. Like right now where you are standing at this very moment. At the school's science fair because you, even if people don’t believe it because of how pretty you are, are really smart when it comes to science. You learned for your love of science by reading a book that your mom had written and left behind after she passed. She left behind many more things for you but this stood out among the rest. It was mostly filled with ideas on things to create and ways that could make it possible. So you tried the one that you found the most interesting and figured out a way to create it. Of course it took a bunch of trial and error but you made it work with what you had. Seeing as Bruce never gave you any money ,like an allowance, you had to find scraps to make your inventions work. Now let’s get back to that competition.

You are currently standing next to the table with your invention ‘the gauntlet’ yea you didn’t know what to name it. What it can do is tell you any sickness or disease if you were to type in the symptoms of your patient. It takes the form of a bracelet but when activated it basically takes up the back of your hand and half of your forearm. It has two screens, one that you use to type and the other that gives off a hologram-like screen. Yea it’s clunky and doesn’t look right at the moment, but for your first model it’s great.

While standing around waiting for the judges to come see your product you see a man. He looked to be in his 40’s and had short brown hair, a weird looking goatee, and was wearing… sunglasses? Indoors…welp at least he’s not wearing something stupid like a bat suit. He does look familiar but you can’t remember were from. You notice he’s looking around at the invitations and talking to the creators. And he seems to be heading in your direction like right now. He’s 5 tables away, 4, 3, 2– “Hey kid what’s this you got?” The man is smiling like he’s actually interested in what you have to say. That is not really normal. “This is a gauntlet I created to tell you of any sickness or disease if you were to type in the symptoms of your patient.” You had responded to the man’s question confidently. “Wow you really programmed it to do all that.” He questioned, interested in the gauntlet that sits in the display case. “Yes, it took me a while to do it though.” You had said, uttering the last part to yourself. “ I can imagine seeing as I've done a bunch of stuff just like it.” The uh.. Weirdo, yea lets go with that, had told you. Now that surprised you, But before you could ask any questions the weirdo ,as you've dubbed him, started walking away. “Alright see you later kid, hope you win with that invention you got.” you could hear his voice starting to fade a bit as he walked away. And all you could think was ‘ Man was a weirdo.’

It's been a while since the judges had come over to your table, because right now they were deciding on who the top 3 will be. You kinda hoped one of them would be the red haired kid who made that moving metal arm out of scraps. To you it was just really cool. You can't help but hope to get in the top 3 as well because the winners get cash. ‘ I need that money so I can create more inventions, yea using what I have on hand is good but there is a limit of how much I can do with it. Not like Bruce would give me any.’ you had rolled your eyes thinking about that last sentence. Hopefully with the creations your mom thought of they could help you get enough money to never rely on that man again.

Just as you ended that thought the speakers in the hall started projecting what the announcer was saying into the mic. “ Can all the contestants make their way to the stage, the judges have finally made their decisions.” You and all the other contestants start making your way to the front where the judges are. luckily it's not that far of a walk and when you get there you all stand in a crowd. when you all get there the announcer starts speaking “ even though we had a lot of good intentions this year only about three of you can make the top. so we'll start from 3rd to 1st place in order of who got which.” As the crowd stands there in anticipation the announcer starts speaking again “ In third place is kidd with his metal arm that he has made to help people who are missing limbs, we hope to see more in the future for him.” as people clap you see the red-haired kid you saw earlier walking up to get onto the stage in the announcer hands him a third place medal and a check with money on it. “ Now for second place Elijah who has made a machine that can take packages of food and can make them into full meals.” Just like before you had seen this kid Elijah start walking up to the stage and when he got on the stage he had received his second place medal in his check that he had won. “And finally for our first place we have a (y/n) Wayne who has shown us a gauntlet. That can help people in the medical field identify diseases if they have a hard time figuring out what they are or what the patient has.” You're surprised to hear that you knew you were smart but you didn't know you would win first place. As you walk up to the stage you have a rush of excitement in you. Finally, you can have money to help create your inventions, your mom's inventions. you can finally fulfill the dream she had that she wrote in her books from before you were born.But when you go on stage the announcer only handed you the first place medal you were surprised to not see a check that came with it then out of the corner of your eye you see the same weirdo man from earlier with a big check walking towards you. “ Hey kid you won just like expected, hopefully you can put this money to use and make more amazing creations like the one you made for today.” But you couldn't help but say “ you look familiar.” and happily he answers your question saying “I'm Tony Stark kid.” Ah.so that's why he looked so familiar.

If you watch one piece see what I did there. ٩(^ᗜ^ )و I thought it would be a funny thing to put in. Also sorry I keep posting at like 1am its really the only time I'm free

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♥︎Amore Immortale♥︎ Ch. 1

Chapter Title ♥︎ Down The Rabbit Hole ♥︎ ch.2 𓂂 ch.3

♡︎ synopsis: A simple foraging trip takes an unexpected turn when you wake up in a mansion hidden deep in the forest. Now four captivating men are nursing you back to health, but their intentions—and identities—are a mystery.

♡︎ pairing: vampire!Xavier, vampire!Zayne, vampire!Rafayel, vampire!Sylus x fem!reader (separately and together)

♡︎ cw: depictions of head injury and fever

♡︎ tags: vampire au, slow burn (-ish), eventual romance, eventual smut, eventual polyamory

♡︎ word count: 4.3k

♡︎ a/n: the first chapter of the sixth and final story for kinktober 2024. I wanted to finish off kinktober with a gang bang, but I got carried away and now this is going to be a multi chapter story. I hope you'll like this one.

♡︎ Thanks to my dearest friend and beta reader ♡︎@its-de♡︎ for helping.

divider by @cafekitsune

"Poor little bunny." The blue eyed man coos as he find the source of the sudden loud noise - you. The clumsy human probably slipped and fell when the sky opened and heavy rainfall started. He carefully scoops you in his arms, with your head resting on his shoulder.

A small whine barely hits his ears and he catches the moment you briefly gain consciousness. He softly chuckles when he hears your silly question before passing out again. He ignores how a little of your blood is mixing with the rain on the fabric of his coat and starts walking away.

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

Your eyes flutter open, heavy and bleary. You adjust slowly to the dimness around you, the fireplace in front of your bed the only source of light. The ceiling looms high - a ceiling you don’t recognize. The walls are covered in wallpaper, worn and peeling in places. You don’t recognize that wallpaper either. The royal purple catches the dim firelight, a color you could never possibly afford.

You shift against the bed beneath you, the silk sheets cool and smooth against your skin. Over you is a heavy wool blanket, its weight like a comforting presence. A low groan escapes your lips as you rise and rest on your elbow. The room is beautiful, with expensive furniture, but there is this dormant energy to it.

You glance at the thick velvet curtains covering the window. The sliver peeking in the corner shows you a glimpse of the outside world. It’s nighttime, the downpour relentless, drops thrumming against the glass.

‘The rain!’

You sit up abruptly, a sharp pang of pain zapping through your skull, making you wince and press your fingers to your temple. Your fingers try to rub the pain away as you lean on your other arm to rest. Right, the rain. After closing up the bookstore, you've gone to the forest to search for some mushrooms and sweet chestnuts. A hearty dinner and sweet dessert would be a great start of your two week long vacation. The last visitor commented how their elbow hurt which meant a thunderstorm is coming. You politely smiled and packed up their books. You should've listened to their elbow.

Now, staring around this unfamiliar room, unease twists in your stomach.

‘Where the hell am I?’

Right on cue, the door creaks open, and a tall, raven haired man steps into the room. He pauses in the doorway as his eyes meet yours.

“Hello,” he says, his voice smooth and deep. “How are you feeling?”

You swallow, his presence suddenly making you aware of the mess you must look. Embarrassment prickles your skin, and you rub your temple, trying to compose yourself, only to see his brows knit with concern.

“Um, I’ve been better,” you manage, forcing a chuckle. The grogginess in your voice doesn’t help the embarrassment. You smooth a hand over the blanket, feeling a little exposed. “Why am I here?”

“My friend found you,” he explains, “Out in the forest, just before the storm. You most likely slipped on the mud and hit your head.”

He nods towards your forehead, then reaches for a small, gold hand-mirror resting on the bedside table. The antique metal glints softly as he holds it, and you take it with a hesitant hand. As you lift it to inspect your reflection, you catch a small bruise just above your brow, the skin tender and slightly swollen. Considering the circumstances, you think, it could’ve been much worse.

The man, whose name you still haven’t learned, clears his throat. “I was the one who changed you into dry clothes,” he shifts in his seat, averting his gaze briefly before meeting your eyes again. “For that, I apologize. I wouldn’t have done it if there were any other choice.”

You shake your head with a small, reassuring smile. “It’s fine, really. If you hadn’t, I’d probably be shivering with pneumonia right now.”

His expression softens with relief. “I’m glad you understand. I would still like to listen to your lungs, Would you be comfortable with me examining you?” then he adds, “I’ve been in the medical field for quite some time, I assure you.”

Something about his demeanor, calm and controlled, makes him look trustworthy. And considering how thoroughly he must have tended to you—removing every speck of mud, leaving you dry and warm in a comfortable bed—it’s clear he has your wellbeing in mind. You nod. “Of course.”

He gives a curt nod and shifts closer to the bed. “You don’t need to do much, just sit as comfortably as you can,” he murmurs, the calm, low timbre of his voice steadies you. The shirt you wear—a loose button-up clearly meant for a man—hangs loosely over your shoulders, open at the collar. Suddenly, you feel the pulse of your own heartbeat, wondering if he might hear it already. His hand moves lightly over the fabric, as he leans closer, and then he places his ear gently against your chest, just above your heart.

The moment feels both entirely professional and so intimate. You tell yourself that this is completely normal, this is the usual routine. But he is not your doctor, and you can’t shun the butterflies you feel from having a handsome stranger resting his head on your chest. His hair, thick and dark, grazes your collarbone as he listens, his breath warm against your skin. Your heartbeat, which you’re certain must be thudding wildly beneath his ear, betrays you, a deep flush creeping up your cheeks as you try to steady yourself.

“Breathe in deeply for me,” his voice a soft murmur, his cheek brushing against you.

You comply, feeling his presence with every rise and fall of your chest. When he shifts, his head moves closer to your collarbone, the tickling brush of his hair sending a wave of goosebumps along your chest. You’re conscious of every small movement, every slight intake of his breath.

He shifts back a little, his hand grazing your shoulder as he adjusts to press his ear against your back. “One more time,” his tone is still composed, though you’re unsure if you catch a hint of restraint.

You breathe in, slowly, deeply, feeling the warmth of his palm on your shoulder. He holds still for a moment longer, listening intently. Then, he slowly pulls back, settling into his seat with a neutral expression.

“You do have a small fever,” he calmly states. “Although, there are no signs of anything serious.” He offers a faint, almost apologetic smile. “You should lie back down and rest.”

Your cheeks are warm, and not just from the fever. You nod and do as you’re told, sinking under the comforting weight of the blanket. The man briefly explains that you were unconscious for around two hours, and that your clothes are being washed.

You nod again, processing the details. “Thank you… that’s all very considerate of you.”

He offers you a faint smile. “It’s the least we could do.”

He rises from his seat and steps toward the door, his hand resting on the brass knob. “I need to check on my friend in the kitchen. There may be a fire to manage. And I’ll bring you some herbal tea.”

You chuckle. “Well, thank you, Dr…?”

A flicker of amusement lights his eyes as he opens the door, pausing for a moment. “Just call me Zayne.”

You tell him your name in return, and with that, he’s gone with the soft click of the door.

After Zayne leaves, the room slips into an almost eerie quiet. You prop yourself up against the plush pillows, trying to get comfortable despite the persistent ache in your muscles and the dull throb in your head. The room feels larger now that you’re alone. Every detail catches your attention—the thick velvet drapes, the intricate patterns on the worn wallpaper, the faint smell of stale air. You’d get up to investigate the room or try to figure out more about where exactly you are, but your body protests with every small movement. So you have to settle for gazing around the space instead, picking out details you hadn’t noticed before. The furniture is old but well-kept, the kind that belongs in a property far grander than any home you’ve ever been in. This place—it’s not like the humble cottages back in your village. No, this is different. Larger. More isolated. Somewhere far from the familiar streets you walk every day.

A shiver crawls down your spine at the thought of how far away you could be from your home. You’ve never ventured beyond the edge of the forest. You’ve heard stories about the other side. It was always whispered between older folk who’d lived through enough strange events to keep their superstitions alive. Vampires, werewolves, creatures of the night. They’d mention them, always in passing, as though acknowledging them would draw something out of the shadows.

At first, you’d dismissed it. What else could it be but old folklore? Some scary tales to spice up their lives, stories passed down from generation to generation. Something for them to talk about when the nights grew long and dark, to keep the children from misbehaving. Those creatures don’t exist. You were certain of that.

Or, at least, you had been.

You replay the events in your mind, trying to make sense of it all. Zayne said that his friend found you unconscious in the woods. They’d brought you here, tended to your injuries, and kept you warm. His behavior had been nothing but kind, gentlemanly even.

But then, why does your skin prickle as you think of him?

What if he is one of them? The pale complexion, the unnerving quiet, the way he’d moved with such elegant grace. And those eyes... there was something about the way he looked at you. Your pulse quickens. You try to reason with yourself—if this man, Zayne, were a vampire, wouldn’t he have done something by now? You were unconscious and vulnerable. He could have easily taken advantage of that moment, but he hadn’t. He’d taken care of you.

But what if... what if this is all part of some darker plan? You swallow hard, trying to silence the growing paranoia. What if they want to keep you here? What if, right now, they’re simply playing a long game, to coax you to be their little blood doll—

‘Stop.’ You force yourself to take a deep breath, trying to calm your spiraling thoughts. There’s no proof, no reason to believe that Zayne—or anyone else—is anything other than a human.

You glance toward the window. Your body feels like lead at the moment, but tomorrow you will probably be well enough to leave. The storm can’t go on forever.

A sharp knock on the door pulls you from your thoughts.

"Come in," you manage, your voice wavering just a little.

Zayne steps in, balancing a tray of a delicate ceramic tea set. The gentle clink of porcelain against porcelain brings comfort to your senses. Behind him, another figure slips into the room—a man with handsome, soft features. His tousled, blonde-gray hair looks like it would be soft to the touch. And his eyes, though shadowed by the dim lighting, have a dreamy quality, like someone lost in thought.

A faint smell of something burnt drifts into the room, cutting through the soothing scent of the herbal tea. You can’t help but frown a bit at the scent, but neither man acknowledges it. Zayne places the tray on the small bedside table, the teapot steaming. The air feels warmer now, not just from the tea.

The second man steps forward, offering you a polite nod, “Hello.” he says, his voice silky and mellow. “I’m Xavier, the one who found you.”

His soft smile makes your heart stir. It takes you a beat to find your voice to introduce yourself.

“Thank you… for, well, rescuing me,” you say with a shy smile.

Xavier gives a gentle shake of his head, his smile widening. “Why were you so deep into the forest with a storm on the way?” he asks, his tone feels almost like teasing.

You chuckle nervously as you feel the faintest flush of embarrassment creep up your cheeks. “I – Well, I wanted to gather some things for dinner,” you admit. “It’s my first real break from work, and I may have gotten a little too excited.”

His gaze lingers on you for a moment, as if he’s trying to fully take you in.

“You’re lucky he was done fishing at the time.” Zayne adds as he hands you a cup of tea. His fingers brush lightly against yours as you accept it, deepening the flush on your cheeks. You are lucky to be here. Even though you’re sitting in a room with two men who are strangers, they still have cared for you with such tenderness. You could feel their warmth in every gesture, in every word. It’s hard to hold onto fear when faced with such care. Even now, you can feel yourself relaxing, the tension in your shoulders unwinding.

You take a sip of tea slowly, trying to mask the strange tide of emotions flooding through you. You had been so afraid, so convinced of something dark lurking beneath the surface. But now, in this quiet moment, with the warm tea in your hands and their watchful eyes on you, you feel strangely safe.

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

The clock on the mantel ticks softly, the brass hands showing it’s almost 1 a.m. The fire burns low, casting a warm, flickering glow over the room. Your eyelids feel heavy now, the weight of exhaustion settling deep in your bones. You turn onto your side, pulling the duvet tighter, forming a cocoon around you. The warmth, the softness—everything lulls you closer to sleep. But your mind drifts, recalling the conversation with Xavier after he’d brought you dinner.

He’d placed the bed tray gently over your lap, making sure everything was within reach. Before he turned to leave, the sound of your voice stopped him.

“Did you manage to catch anything?” you asked, your voice quiet but curious.

Xavier had looked confused for a moment, then his face lit up with a soft smile. “I did. Fried a few, but Zayne didn’t let me serve it to you.” He chuckled. “Said he didn’t want you choking on a bone.”

You laughed too, the sound easing the leftover tension you’ve been holding. That explained the faint burnt smell that had lingered earlier, and why Zayne had to rush to the kitchen.

“And don’t worry,” he added. “I brought back your basket too. Everything’s intact.”

You were about to thank him, but then an image flashed in your mind—a fleeting memory of him, his hair wet and clinging to his face. The moment felt so vivid, so real, that it stopped you mid-thought. You stared at him, squinting slightly.

“What’s wrong?” His voice softened with concern, his brows furrowing.

You shook your head quickly, flustered for being caught staring. “Nothing… it’s just—did I say something to you? When you found me?”

Xavier hesitated, his lips twitching as though trying to suppress a grin. He glanced to the side, his hand coming up to cover his mouth, but his eyes gave him away. “Oh no…” you said, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks. “Was it something embarrassing?”

“No,” he replied, though the gleam in his eye said otherwise. “It was cute.” He paused, then looked back to you, “You opened your eyes for a moment, and asked me, ‘Are you my prince?’ Then you passed out again.”

Your heart practically leapt into your throat, your face instantly flushing. “Oh, that’s definitely embarrassing,” you groaned.

Xavier laughed then, his voice soothing. “Don’t worry, I’ve been called worse.”

And just as you wished for the shadows to come alive and swallow you, Zayne entered, saving you from further humiliation. He brought you a bowl filled with ice and a cloth. You thanked both of them, adding that you planned to leave in the morning.

Their faces changed for a heartbeat when you said that, though you didn’t miss it. It wasn’t worry exactly, more like hesitation, as though they weren’t entirely convinced you would be gone by morning. Or perhaps… that they didn’t want you to be.

That thought lingered now, swirling in your mind as your body sank deeper into the mattress. Their kindness, their calmness—they made you feel safe, soothed the fears that had gripped you earlier. Yet, there was something unspoken between the three of you.

A sigh escapes your lips. You can feel sleep creeping over you, warm and heavy, pulling you under. The memory of Xavier’s reassuring smile and Zayne’s attentive gaze lingers in your mind, their faces blurring at the edges as your thoughts dissolve into a haze.

They are both so kind. And so handsome.

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

A low whine escapes your lips before you even open your eyes. The ache in your body is heavy and relentless. Every muscle protests as you shift, but you force your eyelids open. The room is warm, the fire crackling faintly in the hearth. Someone must’ve light it while you were still asleep.

‘I said I’d leave in the morning.’ You glance over at the clock—it’s 11 a.m. That’s not really morning, but it is time for you to leave. If only you felt better.

You wince as you slowly, painfully, push yourself out of bed. Your legs feel weak, your body sluggish, like you’re moving through water. Every movement sends a wave of soreness through your bones, but you grit your teeth and push through. You don’t want to linger here any longer than you have to.

Grumbling under your breath, you stagger toward the door, your feet barely shuffling across the hardwood. You’re still dressed in the warm clothes Zayne gave you, though they feel a little too big now. You’ll just ask for your things and be on your way. You’ll return their clothes once you fully recover.

Goosebumps spread all over your skin as you open the door, the chill air of the hallway shocking your senses. It is completely quiet, only the soft creak of the floorboards under your slippers breaking the silence. More doors sit along the hallway, likely bedrooms as well. You glance at them briefly, but you step towards the staircase ahead. The polished mahogany wood gleams faintly, and you internally groan at the thought of making it down the steps in your current state.

You’re about to take your first step when—

“Hey!”

The voice comes out of nowhere, stopping you in your tracks. You freeze, your heart jumping in your chest as footsteps echo from above, growing louder as they approach. Turning, you find yourself face-to-face with a man descending the stairs. He’s tall and moves with an almost feline grace. His hair is gorgeous - messy curls of muted violet and his eyes, an unusual blend of blue and pink, are sharp and full of curiosity. His plump lips are pulled in an amused smirk.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice is teasing, though there’s a touch of disapproval in it. His arms cross over his chest, as he takes in your disheveled state.

You blink at him, still trying to shake off the fog in your head. “I - I need to leave.”

He narrows his eyes, looking you up and down. “You should stay in bed,” he says firmly, stepping closer. “You look like you’re about to collapse.”

He is right, you do feel like you’re about to collapse, yet you can’t help but notice how striking he is. His hair, his eyes, even the way he moves—it’s all captivating. But you force those thoughts away, shaking your head slightly. “I’m sorry, who are you?”

He uncrosses his arms, offering a small smile that’s both charming and a little smug. “Oh, right. I’m Rafayel.” His voice dips slightly, your name falling from his lips. “I’m staying here too. Zayne told me what happened.”

You blink again, taken aback by how easily he says your name. You hadn’t expected to meet another guest in the house. “Rafayel,” you repeat.

He nods, brushing a hand through his unruly curls. “Yeah. I took care of your clothes. They’re drying in my room,” he adds. “It’s still raining, though, so they might take a while.”

At his words, you pause and listen. Sure enough, you hear the soft, steady patter of rain against the windows. You’d been so focused on leaving that you hadn’t even thought to check the weather. ‘Of course it’s still raining.’ You sigh inwardly, frustration and weariness settling in your chest.

“What about Zayne and Xavier?” you ask, hoping to at least get some help from them.

Rafayel smirks, shaking his head. “They’re sleeping.”

You frown. “Sleeping?”

“Yup,” he says with a shrug, almost dismissive.

Your mind races. You know why you are up so late, but why are they still sleeping. Your mind is about to wander to that corner again, but you stop yourself. ‘They must’ve been exhausted from taking care of an injured stranger.’

Still, the unease lingers. Rafayel’s gaze flickers over you, his eyes softening slightly as if sensing your discomfort. “Look,” he says, his voice gentler now, “you really don’t look like you’re in any shape to leave. Why don’t you rest a bit longer?”

You hesitate, your body aching with every breath, the fatigue weighing you down with each second. He’s right. You’re not ready to leave yet.

Rafayel’s eyes hold yours for a moment. “You’re safe here,” he adds softly.

Just as Rafayel is about to steer you back toward the bedroom, another voice cuts through the air, deep and teasing, with a velvety edge that sends a shiver down your spine.

“Is that the lost kitten?”

You look down the stairs, and there he is. The man who appears next makes the very air around you seem heavier. He’s taller than the other men, with strikingly sharp features. His white hair is tousled yet elegant, and his eyes - a deep, mesmerizing wine-red, lock onto yours with an intensity that makes your stomach flutter.

Before you can even react, the man is standing right in front of you, his height towering over you. You can’t help but gawk, unable to stop yourself from tracing every detail of his sharp jawline, the way his lower lip looks so plump and soft.

Rafayel’s voice, sharp with annoyance, snaps you out of the trance. “You know her name, Sylus.”

But Sylus just smirks. He takes your hand, his fingers long and strong, enveloping yours completely. Your breath catches in your throat as the warmth from his touch sends heat rippling through your body. His hand is so much larger than yours, making you feel almost fragile in his grip.

“My name is Sylus. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Your name drips from his lips, and he bends forward and presses a tender kiss to the back of your hand. The sensation of his cool lips against your flushed skin sends tingles across your arm. You can’t help but blush under the attention.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Rafayel roll his eyes, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips. “You’re shameless.” he mutters, though there’s a playful lilt to his voice.

Sylus simply laughs, a low, rich sound, before releasing your hand. With a light touch on your back, Rafayel guides you back toward the bedroom, his hand steady and firm against you. Sylus trails behind, watching with an amused expression.

When you’re back in the bedroom, Rafayel’s hands gently but insistently push you down by the shoulders, guiding you to sit back on the edge of the bed. “Seriously,” you protest, exasperated, “I feel better already! I don’t want to be a burden.”

Sylus leans lazily against the doorframe, his arms crossed, a smirk dancing on his lips as he watches the scene unfold. "You look much too cute to be any kind of burden, kitten," he says, his eyes fixed on you.

Before you can say anything else, Rafayel presses you back into the blankets, his firm but gentle insistence impossible to resist. As you sink back into the bed, Sylus pushes off from the door and approaches with an almost predatory grace. The teasing glint in his eyes fades slightly as he crouches beside the bed, his expression softening as his hand reaches out to press against your forehead. His touch is cool—no wonder, since the rest of the mansion is freezing—and the sensation sends a refreshing chill through your heated skin.

“You still have a fever.” he murmurs, his thumb brushing lightly against your temple.

Rafayel shakes his head, giving you a disapproving look. “See? You’re in no condition to leave. I’ll prepare you tea and breakfast.”

Your protests die on your lips as Sylus pulls away, his touch lingering on your skin. Both men turn around and leave before you can say anything else.

The door shuts softly behind them, leaving you alone once again. You sink deeper into the bed, your body heavy with exhaustion. Your thoughts swirl, still caught in the lingering effect of their presence. You turn on your side, facing the window, staring at the thick velvet curtains that block out the view of raindrops racing down the tall windows. As much as you want to leave, as much as you should leave, you know your body isn’t ready. The fever might not be severe, but it’s enough to weaken you. Slipping away now—especially into the woods with no clear path—feels like a death wish.

A heavy sigh escapes your lips. For now, the best option is to rest and regain your strength. You can’t deny how safe their presence makes you feel, even if you don’t fully understand why. Something about them pulls you in, something more than just their looks.

You close your eyes, letting the exhaustion pull you under.

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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 summary: while spending time with matt, you start to find out more about his past, which leads to your first disagreement with one another

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Me & U

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"What if I came and cleaned it up for you with my mouth?" You said in a sultry tone through the phone. You smirked at Matt through the window after you watched him finish using his new sex toy, but he'd already grabbed an old t-shirt and was wiping up the mess he made.

"I'll tell you what. You can clean up the next one," he said in a breathy voice on the other end of the line. "I'd be honored," you replied, squeezing your thighs together to relieve some of the tension you were feeling.

"I'd love it if you came over, though. My dad's gone," Matt bit his lip. "What are we gonna do?" You asked him. "Anything you want," he responded. "Anything?" You wondered in a flirtatious tone. "Within reason," Matt chuckled at how dirty-minded you were.

"I'll be over soon," you replied, hanging up the phone and hurrying over to the neighbor boy's house. You let yourself in through Matt's front door, taking in all of the changes that had taken place since you'd last been over.

There were actually kitchen appliances on the counters and portraits on the wall of Matt in his younger years. You smiled, running your fingers along the frames and the glass before making your way up the staircase.

You turned the door knob to Matt's room, and as you swung open the door, he was pulling his zipper closed and still trying to catch his breath. He looked up at you and smiled. "So, what do you think of your new fleshlight?" You teased Matt.

"I think you know what I think," Matt playfully rolled his eyes. "I'm glad you like it," you leaned up against his door frame and looked him up and down. "Like is an understatement," he said, taking his toy to his bathroom to rinse it out. "Your house is coming together nicely," you called to him from his bedroom as your eyes glossed over the new additions to his space.

"Thanks. My dad and I had a lot of time to unpack today," Matt called back to you. You sifted through a few vinyls Matt had stored on a shelf beneath his record player. "I didn't know you were a music fan," you told him. "I mean, who doesn't love music?" Matt asked, coming back into the room and studying the way you ran your dainty fingers across his music collection.

"Yeah, but you listen to really good music," you replied, taking a Led Zeppelin album off of the shelf and slipping the record into the player. Traveling Riverside Blues came through clearly on the speaker. "What can I say? I have my dad's taste," he shrugged. You picked up Matt's journal off his desk and started flitting through the pages.

"May I?" You asked, glancing up at him. "I mean, I just came on the phone with you. I don't see why you can't read my journal," Matt chuckled and reached around to rub the back of his neck like he always did when he was nervous.

There was nothing written for the day the two of you had met, but there was an entry written for the day after. "I met my new neighbor yesterday. She's kind of a slut," your jaw dropped as you read the words on the page and peered up to look at Matt.

"Look, I know that wasn't the nicest way to put it," Matt said, walking towards you, prepared to de-escalate your anger. "Don't worry. It turns me on to be called that," your shocked expression turned to a smirk, and you continued reading the next sentence.

"She's really hot, and she seems to know what she wants. I like that about her. She's nothing like May. Who's May?" You wondered, glancing up from the leather book again. "My ex-girlfriend," Matt timidly told you.

"I didn't know you had dated anyone before," you relayed in a surprised tone. "We dated for about three years, but she's the only girlfriend I've ever had," Matt admitted to you. "Three years? Why'd you guys break up?" You wondered aloud.

There was a moment of silence before Matt answered you. "We ended things because I moved away," Matt said with a somber tone in his voice. Your stomach dropped. "So you guys broke up recently," you replied, fiddling with the leather cover. "Yeah, fairly recently," Matt said.

"So, you're not over her yet? I mean, it would be crazy if you were. It was a three-year long relationship that ended recently," You insinuated, trying to hold back the tears that were beginning to form in your eyes.

"I mean, I don't even know what it means to get over someone. I've never had to do it before," Matt said defensively. "Why didn't you tell me about her?" You narrowed your gaze at him.

"It didn't come up, and I was waiting until the right time to tell you," he answered you. "Do you still love her?" You wondered with a hurt look on your face, and Matt stood silently, staring at you for a moment.

You shut off the record player. "It's a simple question, Matthew. Are you still in love with her?" You interrogated him with a bit of anger in your tone now, crossing your arms over your chest.

"We ended things a couple weeks ago. How am I supposed to say no?" Matt asked, raising the volume of voice. "Do you guys still talk?" You wondered, taking a step closer to him.

"She texted me last night and asked me how I liked my new house. I was too high to answer her, but I texted her back this morning," Matt hesitantly admitted, shrugging his shoulder and sticking his hands in his pockets.

You didn't want Matt to see you cry, so you spun around without saying another word, bounded down the stairs, and ran out the front door. You headed for your backyard to be alone and collect your thoughts, climbing up the ladder to your treehouse as hot tears started falling from your eyes.

You knew that Matt and May weren't together anymore, but it was the fact that he still had leftover feelings for a girl he'd probably still be dating if he lived in the same state as her. Not only was he still in love with another girl, but a girl that, in his words, was very different from you.

On top of it all, you had always struggled with jealousy in relationships. Your mind raced through the worst-case scenarios. What would happen if Matt went back to visit May, or what if she traveled here to visit him? You wondered if it would change the way he felt about you.

You were wiping your tears with the back of your hand and sniffling when Matt poked his head up from under the treehouse as he followed you up the ladder. "I didn't mean to make you cry," he timidly said, looking at you with his big, blue eyes. "Did I say the wrong thing?"

You wanted to shout at him and tell him to leave you alone. You wanted to say anything to hurt him to make him feel what you were feeling. You wanted to hide behind your tough facade, secretly afraid to be vulnerable with him, but you couldn't look at him and imagine being mean to him or raising your voice at him.

"I don't want you to be in love with May," you blurted out as you started to sob again. Matt climbed into the shelter with you, his journal in hand, placing it in his lap as he sat beside you, wiping away your tears.

"It's just still fresh. That's all. It was three years, and the reason we broke up was beyond our control, but it doesn't make sense for us to be together, and now that I've met you.." Matt trailed off, rubbing your back.

"Since you met me, what?" You asked softly, lifting your head. "Well, you didn't even finish the journal entry, silly." Matt handed you his leather notebook, and despite your hesitancy to read on and hurt your own feelings worse, you opened it back up to the page you left off on.

"She's nothing like May. The more time I spend around her, the more I realize things I didn't really like about May and my relationship with her. Like how passive she was, how she always kept me guessing about how she felt about me, and the way she never disagreed with anything I said or challenged any of my beliefs," you read aloud.

"Wait, you actually like that I'm disagreeable and direct?" You asked, peering up at him, surprised because those were usually the qualities people criticized you for. "Yeah, those are my favorite things about you. It's refreshing to meet someone like you," Matt told you, looking into your eyes.

"I'm sorry I stormed off," you apologized. "I'm not upset," Matt assured you. "I just wasn't sure whether I was supposed to follow you or not."

You two sat silently for a few moments, just staring into each other's eyes, and the magnetic force between you and Matt pulled you each closer to one another until your lips were locked. The chemistry between you both when you'd kiss was undeniable, and you could each confirm that you felt it through your body language in the way your hands would wander, never being able to pull each other close enough.

"Do you wanna get high and go lay on your floor and Iisten to your records?" You asked him, looking into his blue eyes and caressing his face once you pulled back from the kiss. "Sure, but I'm only taking one hit," Matt looked at you, wide-eyed and smiling.

"That's really all you need," you smiled back at him, reaching for your stash and pulling a pre-rolled joint out of a plastic bag. You lit it up, exhaling smoke and watching it dissipate into the air.

"Do you wanna shotgun kiss again?" You asked Matt. "Shotgun kiss?" He reiterated in a confused tone. "Yeah, it's where I take a hit, and then we kiss, and I blow it into your mouth," you smirked at him. He nodded at you, leaning in as you took a drag, the cherry end of the joint glowing and crackling as you gently pulled from it.

Your lips softly brushed up against Matt's, blowing out the weed smoke as he breathed in and gave him a couple of pecks before pulling away. He exhaled, expelling the wispy, grey smoke from his lungs. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that," Matt laughed in between coughs.

You took a few more hits while you silently stared at the cute boy beside you. You watched as his eyelids grew heavy and the whites of his eyes turned a bit red. "Let's go check out your record collection," you suggested to Matt, nudging him in the arm and putting out the joint.

The two of you descended the ladder as the sun sank lower below the horizon, leaving behind a bright orange sky in its wake. You followed Matt's silhouette out your gate and back over the path that led to his house.

You found yourself lying on Matt's giant rug in the middle of his room while he laid his head next to yours but had his feet pointed in the opposite direction. You both stared up at the ceiling as Riders on the Storm by The Doors came through over the speaker of the record player, sounding textured and crisp.

"Can I stay the night here?" You asked Matt, peering over at him and his glazed over expression. "I don't see why not," Matt shrugged, looking at you wide-eyed. He did want you to stay the night, but he was afraid that you had certain sexual expectations about how the night would go.

"I'm not ready to have sex with you yet," Matt blurted out, searching your expression for a reaction and wondering if he was being too presumptuous by saying that. "That's okay. I understand. Could we maybe do other stuff?" You nibbled on your lip, looking at him hungrily. "I think I'd be okay with that," Matt nervously replied, nodding at you timidly.

The two of you enjoyed your highs a bit longer as The Doors' L.A. Woman album played through its track list until you were both too tired to keep your eyes open. Matt switched off the light, and you, the record player.

The two of you climbed into Matt's bed, stripping down into your underwear, nestling under the covers, and cuddling. Matt couldn't help but to get hard with your half-naked body curled up so closely to his with your nose nuzzled into his neck.

You guys heard Matt's dad pull up in his loud, rust-colored pickup truck, casting shadows across the bedroom as the headlights danced through the window. It's not that Matt wasn't allowed to have girls sleep over, but he certainly didn't think his father would approve of it, so the two of you silently decided to keep your staying the night a secret.

It wasn't long after Matt's dad came in through the door that he trudged up the stairs and made his way into his bathroom, turning on the shower and getting ready for bed. You and Matt laid in the dark, the only bit of light pouring into the room from a nearby street lamp, and you fell asleep shortly after in each other's arms.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

A couple hours later, you woke up to some movement in the bed. You figured Matt must have been tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable. You listened a little more closely, and you heard soft noises and labored breathing coming from him.

As your eyes adjusted to the low lighting, you caught a glimpse of desire on his face while he grinded against his pillow, desperate for relief. You watched quietly for a few minutes as he rutted into his blankets and listened as your name faintly fell from his lips. You smirked at how needy he was being.

"Need some help?" Your voice broke through his breathy whimpers. "What?" He asked, immediately stopping and acting like he'd just woken up. "Help me with what? I don't know what you mean."

"Oh, you naughty boy. Are you lying to me right now?" You moved closer to him, speaking in a low whisper while you tenderly grabbed him by his jaw. "Wanna try that again, hmm? You gonna tell me you weren't just humping your pillow?" You asked in a quiet voice.

"I'm sorry, mommy. It's so hard. It hurts," he whined in a bratty tone. You started slowly kissing Matt's neck, and you felt his body tighten against you. "I'm gonna make it feel all better," you moaned against his ear.

"My dad's asleep in the next room," Matt said quietly before letting out a stifled moan. "Makes it more hot that way, doesn't it? When it's a secret? When you have to keep your volume low? When it's risky and you could be caught if you're too loud?" You cooed, gently brushing your fingers over the fabric of his underwear, exciting him even further.

"Mmm. I dont know," he softly purred as you caressed his member. "I'll stop if you want me to. You know, so your dad doesn't hear us," you teased, whispering into his ear and delicately touching your lips to his ear lobe before kissing it. "No. Please. Keep going," he moaned quietly.

You slipped your hand into the waistband of his boxers and started running your fingers along his length while your lips moved back down to his neck. You could feel each of his veins as you lightly grazed him, testing how much teasing he could take.

He kept anticipating you wrapping your fingers around his thickness and sighing every time you didn't. "Why are you teasing so much?" He softly whimpered. You gave him a gentle squeeze, quietly chuckling at his neediness.

Finally, with his cock in your grip, you started to move your hand up and down, stroking his length while soft, delicate whimpers poured from his lips. "How do you like that, baby?" You asked in a voice just barely louder than a whisper.

"I love it, mommy. Please don't stop," he begged in a hushed volume. "Good boy," you cooed back as you started to pick up the pace a bit. "You can't finish until I tell you to," you added at the end.

He let out a long sigh. "But mommy. I'm already so close," he quietly cried. "Then you'd better get ahold of yourself," you responded in a sultry moan. He nodded at you obediently.

You couldn't tell how big he was because it was dark in the room, and you were jerking him off under his blanket, but it felt bigger than average. You noted that your fingers struggled to wrap around his girth, and your strokes felt long as you pumped his length back and forth. You couldn't wait until the day you'd get to see it.

You felt a wet warmth between your legs as you listened to the boy whimper beneath you while you continued sucking on his neck. "Mommy, please," he whispered. "Please, what?" You softly cooed against his hot skin.

"Please let me cum," he said in a strangled moan. "Not yet, baby." You smirked as you brushed your thumb over the tip, spreading around his pre-cum and eliciting more clear liquid from his sensitive slit.

"Mommy," he desperately whined, struggling to keep his volume down. "Sh, sh, sh," you whispered back into his ear while you stroked him mercilessly, admiring his facial expression that was saturated with pleasure in the dim, cool light offered by the street lamp.

His eyebrows were brought together, causing a little wrinkle between them, and his eyes were tightly closed. He caught his lip between his teeth in an attempt to muffle his pleasured sounds, which he did poorly.

You slowed down, taunting him some more. "No more teasing," Matt said in a breathy voice. "Oh. Please, mommy. Mmm. Need to - oh - need to cum so bad," Matt managed to get out in a series of broken moans and stifled whimpers.

You sped the pace back up for him, covering every inch of his cock, sending ripples of satisfaction through his body. "Please," he said once more. "Wait," you told him in a quiet, stern voice. He nodded at you with a submissive expression on his face.

You slowed down again, drawing out the process, really making him beg for it. He huffed in response. "If you wanna get an attitude with me, I'll stop and leave you unfinished," you replied, slowing the pace of your strokes.

"Mommy, please. I'm sorry. I won't get an attitude," he weakly answered, gripping your wrist to keep you from removing your hand from his dick. "Then be a good boy for mommy, okay?" You whispered, taking your free hand and tilting Matt's chin so that he was looking at you. He nodded, releasing his grasp on you.

You pumped back and forth again, fisting his cock while he started writhing under your control. "Good boy. You're doing such a good job," you cooed. Your name passed through his lips a few more times along with a few oohs and aahs.

"Mommy, please," Matt sobbed. You ignored his pleas, continuing your strokes, paying special attention to the head every time you brushed against it.

You felt him twitch against your palm, his dick begging for sweet release. Matt was so close to the edge, graciously trying to hold out just for you, but he wasn't used to waiting to cum or asking for permission to finish, but he was discovering how much he liked it.

He was so grateful when these next words left your mouth because he didn't know how much more he could take.

"You've been such a good boy. Why don't you cum for mommy?" You whispered into his ear before you went back to kissing his neck. "Yes, mommy," he pathetically whined. He'd been waiting.

You saw the muscles in his face tighten in the dim light as his cock pulsated in your hand, blowing his load into your palm. His orgasm lasted several seconds due to how much you'd edged him, and he emitted a few guttural groans before a smile overcame his expression.

"Good boy," you whispered once more, kissing his forehead. He looked up at you breathlessly with his big, blue eyes and a satisfied grin on his face.

You got up and wandered into Matt's bathroom to clean the evidence off your hands, and once you got back into Matt's bed, the two of you wrapped yourselves up in each other.

You drifted back off to sleep, your legs intertwined with his and your head buried into his chest while you listened to the sound of his slowing heartbeat as his vitals returned to normal after his climax. Soon, you and Matt were both soundly asleep again.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

You woke up early on Wednesday to the sound of the birds chirping and the morning sun peeking in through Matt's window as it came up over the hills.

You let out a big yawn, and you heard the cute boy beside you begin to stir. His eyes fluttered open, and your image became clearer as he adjusted to the change in lighting.

"Good morning, pretty boy," you said in a soft murmur. "Good morning, baby. You're up early," he mumbled back in his sexy morning voice. "I know. I have to work today," you told him, climbing out of bed and putting back on the clothes you'd wandered out of last night.

Matt reached for you with a pouty look on his face when he realized he wasn't going to get to see you until after your shift. You leaned in and kissed him. "How do you usually get to work?" Matt wondered out loud.

"I usually just walk. It's only a few blocks," you shrugged. "If you get back in this bed and cuddle with me for ten more minutes, I'll take you to work in the truck," Matt smiled up at you. "Deal," you replied, climbing back into bed and wrapping your arms around Matt for a few minutes longer.

"If you want to go run over to your place and get dressed for work, I'll go start up the truck," Matt offered, grinning at you. "That would be really sweet of you," you softly replied. The two of you left Matt's room, tiptoeing down the stairs and trying to stay as quiet as possible to keep from waking Matt's dad and blowing your little secret.

All your efforts were for naught when you and Matt made your way into the kitchen, realizing Matt's dad was already awake. He was sitting at the kitchen table, reading his Bible, and drinking a cup of coffee.

"Oh, good morning. I didn't realize you stayed over last night," his dad said, peering up at you both from the page, his gaze dancing between you and Matt. "Morning, Mr. Sturniolo," you timidly said, avoiding addressing the sleepover.

"Uh, hi Dad," Matt responded, reaching behind his head and rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I'm gonna take the truck to go drop my friend off at work really quick," Matt said, picking the keys up off the counter.

"Why don't I come with you guys? So I can learn a little more about your friend here?" Matt's dad asked, getting up from his seat at the table and extending his arm for Matt to hand over the keys.

Matt gulped, knowing that on top of figuring out you had stayed the night, now he was also going to know what you did for work. He reluctantly forked over the keys. "I'll meet you guys at the truck in about a half hour," you said, giving Matt a quick, awkward side hug.

You couldn't get out of the situation quickly enough.

The whole time you were showering, changing into clean clothes, and brushing your hair and your teeth, you were dreading how awkward the drive over was going to be. You resented that this was only your second interaction with Matt's dad, who you really wanted to like you and approve of you.

You were afraid it would go how any other relationship you'd had went. Their parents would either outwardly not like you, judging you based on all the most scandalous things about your personality and not bothering to get to know the other aspects of you better.

Or worse, the parents would pretend to like you to your face and then would badmouth you to your partner in private, telling them how much better they could be doing and how bad of an influence you are.

You braced yourself for it all as you sauntered out the door and headed for the orange truck.

"You ready?" Matt asked as he opened the door for you. You nodded and nestled in between the two men as Matt climbed into the truck behind you.

"So, what do you do for work?" Matt's dad asked you, pulling out of the driveway. "I work in retail. It's this way," you said, trying to avoid giving too much detail about your job and pointing in the direction of the road he needed to take.

"What do your parents do for work?" His dad wondered. "My mom is a flight attendant, and my dad was a pilot, but now he works in air traffic," you responded.

"Ah, so they work in similar fields," Matt's dad nodded. "Yeah, they met at work. Fun fact, I was actually conceived on a plane," you told them both. "Shit. Sorry. That was an overshare," you said, putting your palm over your mouth once you realized you'd just sworn in front of Matt's very Christian dad.

He didn't laugh or find your quirkiness charming. Matt looked at you wide-eyed, knowing your humor wasn't going to land well with his father.

You continued giving him directions to your retail job, which wasn't totally a lie, and he cleared his throat and gave Matt a look when the three of you pulled into the parking lot of a sex shop. Matt stepped out of the truck to let you out.

"Well, this has been fun," you said sarcastically, feeling the thick tension in the air as your feet hit the pavement. "Thank you for the ride, Mr. Sturniolo. Matt, I'll call you on my lunch break," you told him, leaning in and giving him a tender peck on the lips.

You could feel how warm and red your face was as you turned around and headed for the front door of your job. Your coworker, Carly was at the register, giving you an inquisitive look and watching the scene play out.

"Did your cute neighbor boy take you to work?" She asked, giving Matt a little subtle wave, and he waved back, giving Carly a shy smile.

"Yeah, and his very Christian father after he caught me sleeping over. Oh, and he didn't know I worked in the adult entertainment industry until about a minute ago," you added, looking at Carly with a deer in headlights look.

"Oh. That sounds like a very awkward morning," she said, trying to contain her laugher. "It's fine. You can laugh. It is comical, really. I just hope he's not in the truck, telling Matt that I'm a harlot and trying to convince him to stop hanging out with me," you expressed to Carly, tears forming in your eyes.

Her face softened, and she took on an expression of pity. "I'm so sorry. Come here. You know, no matter what his dad says about you, I'm sure Matt's still gonna like you," she said, pulling you into a hug and rubbing your back while she comforted you. You wiped a tear out of the corner of your eye before it had a chance to fall. "Thank you for saying that."

Meanwhile, in the rusty-colored Dodge Dakota, your worst fears were unfolding. "Matt, what on earth are you thinking? Running around with a girl like that?" He asked angrily as he pulled out of the parking lot.

"Dad-" Matt started to say, but the older man cut him off. "She works at a place called Temptations. You don't see anything wrong with that? You think God wants you canoodling with a girl like that," he replied, giving Matt a somber look.

"A girl like that? What does that even mean? There's so much more to her than that," Matt defended you, raising his voice a bit. "Son, just be careful. Girls like that are trouble. I don't know if this is some kind of overcorrection because you're upset about May-" Matt's dad started.

"How dare you bring up May?" Matt glared at his father. "I'm just saying, son. You and May made sense together," his dad replied, shrugging. "Actually, dad. We didn't. May and I stayed together for so long because neither one of us wanted to admit we were incompatible," Matt scoffed. "What?" Matt's dad asked, completely taken aback by his kid's comment.

Matt and May's relationship was picture perfect on the outside. They didn't argue, they didn't complain about one another to their friends and families, and everyone envied what they had. Everyone thought they'd be together forever, including the two of them.

"I know this new girl is completely different from May. She's not a Christian. She's loud and domineering. She's aggressive, and she's overbearing. And she's honest. Maybe even too honest. She always says what's on her mind even if other people aren't going to like it. And I don't love her despite those qualities. I love her because of those qualities," Matt huffed, silencing his dad.

The two men sat quietly beside each other in the truck, mulling over what the other had said. Matt's dad was a lot of things, but unsupportive wasn't one of them.

A few more moments passed before his father finally spoke up. "Fine. Invite her over for dinner. I want to get to know the girl you love."

part five here 💖

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