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I Do Bad Things with You - Part 48

One part left and an epilogue to go!! 🎉 What is lifeeeee? The fact that this story is literally almost over is just insane to me. Thank you to everyone who kept up with this one. I know it's been a long, long ride. Your patience and kind words have meant the world to me. 💜

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Credit to @featherymalignancy for Cassian’s nickname, Cash. 😘

Trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault , language, NSFW

Word Count: 8,481

Elain’s consciousness tugged at the front of her mind, slowly trying to pull her from her slumber. Warmth radiated from the other person she shared her bed with, his cedar and mist scent a balm to her soul. As she slowly came to, she realized that Azriel was not the only one in their bed that morning, her son’s voice catching her attention even though her husband tried to keep him quiet.

“Not so close, buddy,” Az murmured, and she felt Kaden’s small body being pulled slightly away from her. “We have to be careful of Momma’s tummy.”

A little body shuffling jostled her but she kept her eyes firmly shut, simply enjoying the tender moment with her boys.

“Like this, Daddy?”

Her heart melted. The night before came perfectly clear in her memory—how Azriel’s face morphed into quiet joy from Kaden finally calling him daddy. She saw every emotion behind his eyes, every prayer being answered: that their son would finally view him as his father and not just a guardian.

“That’s perfect, bud,” he choked out in a hoarse whisper. It was obvious how much it meant to Azriel to hear that name coming from Kaden’s lips.

Elain knew that her husband was aware of her being awake; he always seemed to sense her presence even before she opened her eyes. He confirmed it when Kaden tried to whisper, “When is Momma going to wake up?”

Az’s answering chuckle was the first indicator, followed by “Soon, I’m sure.”

She took that as her queue, stretching out her aching body—pregnancy really was a bitch—yawning until she opened her eyes.

“Momma!” Kaden shouted in glee, throwing his arms around her shoulders.

Elain let out an “oomph,” laughing as Azriel chastised their rambunctious four-year-old.

“Easy, Kaden.” He scooped his son back into his arms, kissing him all over his face and making him burst out into a fit of giggles.

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, smiling at the sweet display. “What time is it?”

Az settled their son between them, his bright eyes glancing at her. “Just before seven. The Moonbeam twins will be here at nine to collect you and Kaden to head to the baby store in Hewn City.”

Elain could see the change in her husband as he spoke. How he wanted them to go with them and that it made him nervous to stay behind while they were in another territory. She reached out, cupping his cheek in her palm, and let her thumb swoop over the apple of it. “We’ll be okay,” she whispered, hoping to reassure him.

He sighed heavily, twisting his head to kiss the inside of her hand. “I’ll be better once you’re both home and safe.”

“Momma, I’m hungry!” Kaden announced, breaking the spell that had woven over them.

Azriel rose from the bed, turning to face them. “I’ll make breakfast. What do you guys want?”

“Pancakes!” they said in unison.

Her husband huffed a laugh, eyes rolling because that’s what Elain always wanted for breakfast. “Why do I bother asking?” And then he swooped down to toss their giggling boy onto his shoulder. “Alright, free-loader… you’re going to help me make pancakes this morning,” he called out as he threw a still-giggling Kaden over a shoulder and muscled his way out of their bedroom.

“Bye momma!” their little boy called waving at her enthusiastically.

She wiggled her fingers at him, giving herself another moment to lounge in bed. One of the twins stretched out, their little foot pressing against the inside of her stomach hard enough to see the outline of it. She could even make out their little toes. Elain let out a breath, running her hand over her belly to soothe the child. “Make yourself comfortable, little one,” she teased in a soft breath.

Shuffling herself off the bed, she waddled into the large bathroom to shower and get ready for the day.

Forty-five minutes later, she padded her way downstairs to the kitchen in a pair of leggings, one of Azriel’s oversized sweatshirts—because it was the only thing warm enough that fit her at the moment—and sneakers. She found her boys at the stove, Kaden pouring the last remnants of the batter onto a hot skillet while Azriel flipped pancakes to perfection.

Elain took out her phone and snapped a photo of the two of them, intending on getting it printed and framed for the house. She glanced down at the finished pancakes, noticing the wonky shape from her boy’s pouring skills. Her lips turned up into a smile as she made her way to the fridge to grab the carton of orange juice for herself and milk for Kaden.

Azriel caught her movement, eyes quickly looking in her direction before returning to the stove. And then his whole head snapped toward her, taking in every inch of her and what she was wearing.

Truth be told, Elain knew what wearing Az’s clothes did to him. He had always had this masculine pride whenever she paraded around in his t-shirts and such. But she typically wore them around the house, unless he happened to drape something on her while they were out. His eyes darkened, and he stepped away from the stove to prowl over to her.

The look he shot her had a pleasurable chill running down her spine. How Elain could be seven months pregnant with fucking twins and still be turned on by this man was beyond her. But he took advantage of her raging hormones when they could.

A scarred hand reached out to run down the length of her sleeve. “You’re wearing this out?” he asked, voice low and sensual.

She felt herself twinge between her thighs. “It’s big and comfy,” she told him. “Is it all right if I wear it?” Elain knew the answer before he even voiced it.

A growl rumbled from the back of his throat. “Fuck yeah, you can wear it. Look at my wife, knocked up and wearing my clothes. Do you know the kind of message that sends to people?”

She huffed a laugh. “That you’re territorial and a caveman.”

Azriel claimed her lips in a heated kiss, stepping into her space until her rounded belly was pressed against his abdomen. It was obvious he wanted to finish what they started last night, the way his tongue slipped into her mouth and how his palms cradled her body indicated it.

Frankly, she did too. Elain didn’t think Az could be more attentive to her needs, but while pregnant, he managed to kick up his wicked talents until she passed out from coming so many times when they got hot and heavy.

His mouth moved dominantly over hers, prying her lips apart so he could stroke his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss.

It took a splat sound, followed by an “Oopsie,” from their son for them to break apart.

Azriel whirled around while she stepped to peer around his shoulder at their son holding the spatula in his tiny fist, a guilty look spreading across his face in the form of a blush.

Her eyes glanced down at the floor, finding a half-cooked pancake staining the wood.

“Kaden,” Az started, voice alight with humor. “Watcha doing there, bud?”

Those tanned cheeks turned an even brighter shade of pink. “I was trying to flip, Daddy!” he says exasperated.

Her husband let out a chuckle, moving to help their son climb off the stool he was standing on. “Well, it looks like we might need to practice that next time. Go sit down at the table, Kaden.”

Azriel cleaned up the mess in their kitchen while she finished setting out dishes for breakfast.

Elain loved mornings like this. The three of them—soon to be five—sitting around eating their breakfast together. She wanted to make this a weekend ritual, especially when the kids were young. Weekdays were difficult to get all of them around the table and she and Az took turns preparing breakfast for Kaden before he went to school and they to work. Actually, Azriel typically took care of it most mornings now since she was running slower, but this, this sweet family time…Elain wanted nothing more than to have this with her husband and children.

The doorbell ringing pulled her from her reverie, Azriel announced he’d get it, then dropped a kiss on the top of her and Kaden’s heads.

She heard the tale-tell sounds of the Moonbeam twins entering their foyer.

“Good morning, Elain,” Fenrys bellowed, dropping a kiss to her cheek followed by his brother more politely. Both men ruffled Kaden’s hair and took a spot around their breakfast nook.

“Morning, boys. Thanks again for taking Kaden and me to Hewn today.”

Connall flashed a brilliant smile. “It’s always a pleasure, Elain.”

She gestured to the table still full of food. “Please help yourself to breakfast. Kaden helped make the pancakes this morning.”

Fenrys twisted to the little boy. “Kaden, you made the pancakes?”

Her son beamed at the question. “I did, Uncle Fen!”

He grabbed one of the oddly shaped flapjacks and bit into it, groaning. “Well, that’s the best pancake I’ve ever had, isn’t Con?”

Connall took one as well. “I think we’ve got a little chef on our hands,” he said, earning a little blush from Kaden.

She grinned at the conversation, loving how her boy had become more comfortable with their security team over time. One of the babies sent a swift kick to her lower stomach causing her to wince. The conversation stalled as all three men at the table took notice.

Az’s large, scarred hand slid across her belly. “Are they kicking?” he asked with a sweet, hopeful look in his amber eyes.

She nodded, a grin playing on her lips. “They’ve been making their presence known this morning,” she murmured, looking down at her pregnant stomach.

Fenrys rounded the table, looking at where the baby was moving beneath her skin. “May I?” he questioned.

Elain took his hand and placed it right where one of the twins sent two jabs.

The golden twin’s smile took up his entire face. “That’s a strong one you got there.” Both Fenrys and Connall had grown even closer to her since she got pregnant. They often asked to feel the babies kicking if they happened to be active whenever they were around. She was surprised that Azriel showed no displeasure or territorialism when they did. He’d been particularly protective of her, especially around others, and didn’t like when others touched her without asking first.

Rhys found out the hard way a few weeks back, having had his hand snatched off her by the wrist in Azriel’s brutal grip. “Ask first,” he growled at his brother, a lethal look in his eyes.

She had been a bit blind-sighted by the interaction, as was the rest of their family, but not a single one of them touched her again without getting her explicit permission first.

Luckily, both the Moonbeam brothers always asked and she never had an issue with them.

The commotion around her fluttering belly grew the attention of Kaden who pushed his way around Fenrys’s legs. “Momma, can I touch your tummy too?” His little lip quiver had her reaching for him and tugging him closer.

“Of course you can, sweetheart.” Kaden was the only other person freely allowed to touch her stomach, Azriel often encouraging him to feel them or listen to her stomach so he could connect with his siblings early on. She gripped his small hand and placed it right where one of the babies had been kicking. Up until that point, Kaden had missed every time they kicked; the twins already giving their older brother a hard time.

His brow furrowed in concentration. “I don’t feel anything,” he said, deflating.

Her lips quirked up. “Give it a second.” And as she predicted, a hard kick was sent straight to his palm.

He whipped his hand back, shock plastering his face. “Why are they kicking you, Momma?”

She felt the attention of her husband and security detail on them, listening to his curious mind. “They’re not trying to kick me, baby. They’re just trying to get comfortable with the little room they have in Momma’s tummy.”

His green and gold eyes dragged from her stomach to her face. “Can’t they come out here?” He threw his arms wide. “There’s lots of room!”

The adults chuckled and she reached out to lightly tuck a curl behind his ear. “They’re not ready to come out yet. But they’ll be here before you know it.” Elain tapped his button nose with the pad of her finger.

His face scrunched up adorably. “Why are they in your tummy, Momma?” he asked, head cocked to the side as he studied her moving stomach.

She leaned back in her seat. “Babies need time to grow big and strong. Mommas help them by keeping them safe in their tummies for a while until they’re all ready to come out and join us.”

He seemed to think about that for a minute, then asked, “How’d they get in there?”

Azriel choked on his coffee.

Silence descended upon the kitchen. She glanced at her security team across the table, both of them wearing shit-eating grins, and then her husband who looked conflicted in answering at all. Fucking traitors. “Well, Daddy put them in me so I can grow them.”

There, that was safe, right? Truthful but not explicit.

But of course, their curious son had too many questions and wondered about too many things. “How?”

“I’ll tell you when you’re older, son,” Azriel finally swept in with the saving remark.

Seemingly appeased with that answer, Kaden leaned forward and lightly patted her stomach. “I can’t wait to meet you,” he whispered, kissing her roundness like he’d seen his father do so many times.

There was a collective aww from the group before her husband rose from behind her. “Come on, Kaden. Let’s get you ready so you and Momma can go with Uncle Fen and Uncle Con into the city.” He leaned down, whispering in her ear, “Nice save, Mom.”

She shot him a menacing glare as they strolled for the stairs.

Fenrys poured himself a glass of orange juice, snickering behind the cup. “Well, that was fun.”

Elain turned her glare on him. “Oh, yeah. So much fun for me. Thanks for the help, guys.”

“One,” Connall, started, flicking a finger up, “he’s not our kid. And two,” his middle finger joined the first, “I really wanted to hear the sexual education course from an actual doctor.” He took a bite of his pancake, smirking.

She groaned. “It’s far too early for the sex talk.” Elain threw back her orange juice like it was a shot of tequila. “Azriel can have the talk with the boys. I’ll give it to our daughter.”

“Unnecessary because our daughter is never having sex,” Az announced, striding back into the kitchen.

“Is that so?” she questioned, leaning back in her seat.

He nodded affirmatively. “I’m officially joining Cassian on the ‘our daughter is never dating’ pact.”

Elain rolled her eyes so far back into her head, she swore they nearly stuck. “You do realize you can’t physically stop her from having sex, right?”

A thick brow rose. “I’ll scare off anyone who so much as looks in her direction.” He said it so casually, she was starting to get concerned he was serious.

“What if he’s just like you?”

He let out a harsh laugh. “Then he’s definitely dead.”

Elain glanced at the Moonbeam twins for help, but they were dutifully ignoring her pleading looks. Yup, fucking traitors. She pushed herself from her seat. “Azriel, we cannot hold our daughter to a different standard than our son’s. That’s not fair and you know it.”

His eyes flicked back and forth between hers. “Fair enough.”

“Good.”

“None of them are allowed to date,” he announced like it was the most obvious answer.

“Azriel!” she hissed, swatting his shoulder. “You overbearing, protective man. Stop this.”

He tugged her in his arms, a grin fighting its way onto his lips. “I can’t help it, El. They’re my babies.”

She reached up to cup his stubbled cheeks in her palms. “They’re mine too. But they’re going to need to spread their wings eventually. We can’t protect them from everything and we can’t stop them from living their lives.”

“I know, I know.” He sighed heavily. “A man can dream, can’t he? That they’ll stay little and dependent on us forever?”

Elain laughed softly. “You’re a perfect father, my love.” She pressed her lips to his, sighing into his mouth when he deepened it.

It took a very subtle, but very prominent, throat-clearing to pull them apart. They turned to look at the twins, both wearing mischievous grins.

“Sorry, we weren’t sure if you wanted to give us a front-row seat to the live-action, baby-making ritual,” Fenrys tossed out.

“Jesus Christ, Fen,” Elain muttered while her husband shot him a death glare. “Where’s Kaden?” she asked him instead, regaining his attention.

“I left him to brush his teeth and get dressed. He said he could do it on his own.”

Her eyes widened. “Did you pull clothes out for him?” Kaden was in his stage of throwing on whatever he found first, which meant his outfits of choice would sometimes consist of long pants, a tank top, one rain boot, one flip flop, and the occasional beanie. And somehow, everything was always a different color.

A few weeks back, Kaden had decided to dress for school and ended up in a full meltdown when she said he couldn’t wear his pajama pants with one slipper and a light-up sneaker. She ended up being late for work and Azriel had to leave an early morning meeting from his home office to come help handle the situation when she grew lightheaded enough from the stress.

“His entire outfit is lying on his bed and I told him to put it on after he finished his teeth.” Az planted a kiss on her cheek.

“If he comes down in a T-rex costume, you’ll be dealing with it on your own.”

A brow raised. “Does he have a T-rex costume?”

She shrugged, sighing. “I don’t even know.” They really did spoil their children.

Fenrys and Connall snickered at the exchange. “Do you want us to take the SUV?” the latter asked, redirecting the conversation to her husband.

Azriel guided her back to her chair and helped her sit. “Yes, anytime they leave the city they must be in the SUV.”

Elain nearly rolled her eyes. A few weeks before they bought the house, she and Az had agreed to get a new car since their current one wouldn’t be able to handle the size of their growing family. Elain left it up to her husband, not caring about what he got, but he had some specific requests. It had to have high safety reviews, fit their whole family, and be luxurious. Frankly, she only cared about the former two, but he insisted they should always ride in comfort.

What she did not expect was for him to upgrade every window to bullet-proof glass. The damn thing was safer than what a president or the royal family would be escorted in.

“Just a precaution,” he had told her. “More like overly excessive,” she shot back.

She just huffed out a breath, finishing her juice. “Aren’t you supposed to be working?” she asked her husband, eyeing his casual attire.

He flicked her nose, making her hiss. “Meeting’s at ten. I’ll change when you guys head out.” Grabbing her dishes, he padded to the sink to wash them, always taking care of her.

Twenty minutes later, they were loading into the car, Az getting Kaden into his booster seat while she slid into the back. He kissed his son’s cheek, eyes finding hers. “Be safe. Call me if you have any problems.”

Elain offered him a reassuring smile. “We’ll be fine. Love you.”

“Love you, too.” He leaned farther in, stealing a quick kiss from her lips, then shut the door.

She watched him speak with the Moonbeam brothers outside of the vehicle, likely giving them the protection order for her and their son. After a couple of minutes and a few nods, they took their respective seats in the front.

Fenrys flashed a grin from the driver’s side. “Ready, fam?”

About an hour later, they pulled into a parking spot outside the large baby store Elain had been dying to get into. She tried to keep most of her purchases to local businesses in Velaris, but there were just some things she couldn’t get there and had to resort to one of the chain stores.

The minute the car was in park, the men jumped out, opening their doors. Connall unclipped Kaden from his booster seat and helped him out, taking his hand until they met on the other side of the car and she could take over.

Their focus was the double-seated stroller, but she did want to look at the pack-n-play for when the babies started to really move around. They still had their co-ed baby shower the following month at Feyre and Rhys’s for any last-minute items.

They slowly made their way into the massive store, Connall disappearing to grab a cart. As they walked, they passed the toy section, and Elain saw how Kaden’s eyes lit up like it was Solstice morning.

“Momma, can I go look at the toys, please?”

She glanced at the golden twin, then back at her son. “Sure, sweetheart. Why don’t you and Uncle Fen go pick out something small for your brother and sister?”

The little boy squealed, taking Fenrys’s large hand in his and pulling him away.

“We’ll be in the stroller area when you’re finished.”

She and Connall continued their perusal through the isles until she found what she was looking for—of course, the prams were at the back of the store. Elain already knew which one she wanted; the stroller was top-of-the-line, grew with the babies, and had the best reviews on the market.

But when they stopped in front of the shelves, she realized their mistake. “I think we’re going to need a flatbed. These won’t fit in the cart.”

Connall stepped up to her side. “Yup, I’m realizing that right now. Damn. Sorry, Elain. Let me go grab the other cart. You okay here?”

Elain huffed a laugh. “Well, I can tell you I’m not walking back to the front of the store and back, so I think I’ll survive the few minutes of your absence,” she teased, flashing him a cheeky grin.

He rolled his eyes at her, a smile toying on his lips. “You’re so sassy pregnant.”

“You’ll do well to remember that.”

Connall chuckled, heading back to the front of the store. He left the cart at her request, just in case she needed it.

She grabbed one of the large boxes from the lower shelves and yanked. The box barely budged. “Oh, come on,” she muttered, trying again.

“Can I help you with that?” a male voice asked, coming up behind her.

Elain whirled, taking an involuntary step back at his proximity,

His lips curled up in the corner. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Her eyes ran over the length of him. He was an attractive man. Older than her, likely close to forty if she had to guess. He was tall, well over six foot with golden brown skin and dark hair. He looked familiar in a way that tickled the back of her mind but couldn’t quite place.

He nodded at the stroller box. “Did you want me to grab that for you?” he asked again.

“Oh. Yes, that’d be great.”

The man stepped around her, reaching for the handle of the box and slid it out for her to inspect, the suit jacket he wore stretching over the defined muscles of his shoulders and back. “Here you go.”

She ran a hand over the box, double-checking the name and product code. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”

“Of course,” he said, leaning a hip against the shelves and crossing his arms over his broad chest. “How far along are you?”

Elain tucked her hair behind her ear, looking back up at him. Again, the prickling sensation rubbed at her mind, almost like in warning. “Right around seven months,” she said. It wasn’t too personal to admit to a stranger. Carrying twins, Elain looked ready to pop anyway. “Is your wife pregnant? Girlfriend?” she asked, redirecting the attention from herself onto him.

His lips turned up again. “Sister-in-law.” He let his eyes rove over her form, sending a chilling sensation running down her spine. “I’ll admit it’s been a while since I bought anything from a baby store…any suggestions?”

Her brow furrowed. It seemed odd he’d come into the store without having any inkling of what to get. “What is she having?”

Again, a smile touched his lips, but Elain thought it looked a little more sinister than genuine.

“Twins,” he announced carefully.

The hair on the back of her neck stood on end. Her heart began racing in her chest as she started to connect the dots of who this man was. She swallowed the lump in her throat. “I’m sorry, I don’t have any suggestions for you.”

He huffed a rough laugh. “No?” His thumb rubbed his lower lip in contemplation. “I would’ve figured you could’ve given me a good idea of what to give her and her husband.”

Elain took a very subtle step away, putting the stroller box between them, but of course, those fucking hazel eyes zeroed in on the movement, his mouth pulling up. “Nope,” she said, popping the p sound. “Can’t help you.”

The man stuffed his hands into his pocket, a casual look of grace and sophistication, but he also radiated a dark and dangerous vibe. A lethal combination…just like her husband. “What was your name again?” he asked casually, head cocking to the side in a predatory-type of way.

“I didn’t give it,” she snapped back. Her red alert sensors were going off in her mind, and here she was, all alone with her son somewhere else in the fucking store. But Elain didn’t dare take her eyes off the man who was looking at her too closely.

He chuckled, the sound sending nerves flooding her stomach. “Smart girl. You’ll have to tell Azriel that Frankie says hello. It’s been a very long time since we last saw each other.”

And there it was. The truth of who had somehow managed to track her down in a baby store in Hewn City. What her gut had been screaming at her since he said he was buying something for his pregnant sister-in-law. She knew she recognized him, he bore some similar markers of her husband and Nicklaus too. The same jawline, the same nose. But where Azriel’s hazel eyes had flecks of emerald, Francisco’s were much lighter, giving him an almost feline look.

Elain took another step back, one he countered with a casual step in her direction. “You shouldn’t be here,” she stated, trying to keep her voice calm and not betray her terror. Because this man, this man was utterly lethal. He wouldn’t hesitate to grab her or her son.

“Shouldn’t I be?” he asked cooly. Too cooly which only made her more anxious. Yup, there went her blood pressure. “After Nicklaus met you, I was quite curious myself about the woman who captured my brother’s black heart.”

“You know nothing about his heart,” she snarled. Her voice turned venomous, something he seemed pleased about.

He chuckled again. “I know he keeps very little in it. You.” Frankie flicked off an invisible piece of lint from the sleeve of his suit jacket. “Your adorable little boy, Kaden.”

Elain froze, true terror turning the blood in her veins to ice. “Keep his name out of your mouth.” She had to find Fenrys and her son. She had to get out of this goddamn store. Elain just prayed Fenrys was vigilant in Kaden’s protection, but she knew he would be.

“I’m sure you already know, but in case you don’t, Lorenzo won’t be a problem for you anymore.”

She blinked, the words rattling around in her skull. Lorenzo showed up dead just before Kaden’s adoption approval. “What did you do?” He’d been a part of the Illyrian Mob. It made no sense to kill one of their own.

He shrugged. “I took care of a problem.” His eyes seemed to look through her and directly down into her soul, the filth of his sins leaked from him like blood upon the tile floor, staining her from the inside out. She didn’t like that one bit. “Consider it my present to you and my brother on the adoption of that sweet boy.”

“We didn’t ask for that.”

Again, he raised his shoulders in indifference. “Azriel is my brother—”

“You are not his brother,” she hissed.

That seemed to irritate him, a crack in his calm demeanor for the deadly male to peek out from beneath the mask. “We are of flesh and blood.”

It may have been the most reckless thing she ever did, but Elain squared her shoulders, looked him dead in the eye, and said, “Blood does not make you brothers. Where was this brotherly bond when you held him down as a child while Alec mutilated his hands? While you allowed him to be tortured and burned.” She let out a humorless laugh. “Azriel has two males he calls brothers, but neither of them is by blood.” Where the fuck was Connall?

He crossed his arms. “And here I thought we were making headway, Elain. Perhaps when my gift for the twins arrives, you’ll reconsider.”

“We don’t want anything from you,” she snarled, face going warm in fury.

“They’re going to want to know their Uncle Frankie,” he murmured, quickly taking too many steps forward and reaching out as if to touch her rounded stomach. But a tanned hand shot out and gripped his wrist.

“Do not touch her,” Connall growled, fingers tightening.

A dangerous glint flashed in Frankie’s eyes. “Remove your hand from my presence before I put a bullet in your head.”

Elain thought she was going to pass out. Her chest ached from the racing of her heart. Blood rushed in her ears drowning out everything around her. And then she heard him.

“Momma?”

She chanced a glance as Kaden and Fenrys came around the corner of the aisle, toy in hand. Elain shook her head at Fen, a silent order to keep her son back. She didn’t know what she would do if Frankie tried to grab her boy.

Reading her request, and the fear in her eyes, Fenrys snatched Kaden into his arms when her son tried to get to her, toy clattering to the floor.

“Momma!” he cried, sensing the seriousness of the situation but not understanding what was going on.

Knowing her son was as safe as he could be, Elain returned her attention to Frankie, who was eying the little boy trying to push his way out of his protector’s fierce grip.

Her hackles rose and she took a deliberate step in front of him, forcing his gaze to return to hers. “Connall, let him go.” It was an order, one the dark-haired twin obeyed immediately. She kept her eyes on Frankie; let the frost she felt in her blood come out in her words. “We are not interested in whatever it is you want. If you come for my family, I will kill you myself without even blinking.” His eyes widened imperceptibly, but she didn’t let him get a word in edgewise. “Let’s go.”

Connall moved to cover her back, ready to take a fucking bullet for her and her babies.

Kaden was still crying in Fenrys’s arms and though she knew he was too heavy for her to carry, she took him anyway, propping her as best as she could on her hip while the latter took his place close to her side and protecting her son’s back. Kaden sobbed into her neck, his arms tightening around her neck. “You’re okay, sweetie,” she murmured kissing the side of his head and running a hand up and down his back.

“Are you two packing?”

“Always,” Connall answered gruffly, clearly pissed off at the situation.

She nodded. “Good. That was the head of the Illyrian Mob and I can guarantee there are more in here. Get Azriel on the phone, now.”

Fenrys was already pulling the device from his pocket while Connall stepped up close enough to tell her, “I’m so fucking sorry, Elain. I should’ve had Fenrys come back to you. I should’ve—”

“Connall,” she said, interrupting his apologies. “This wasn’t a coincidence. He sought me out and he would’ve shown up whether you two were there or not,” she told him earnestly. They didn’t have time to dwell on the what haves. “Let’s just get out of here.”

He swore under his breath, still pissed with himself.

“Yes sir, they are both with us. We’re heading back out to the car,” Fenrys said into his phone. He looked at her. “She’s holding Kaden right now. I’ll hand her the phone once we’re securely in the car.”

Something prickled at her skin as they reached the parking lot, eyes darting around the asphalt. That’s when she saw them. One man by the entrance, another near one of the cart returns; two were next to identical-looking SUVs. Everywhere she looked, she saw a suit-clad man just standing there. Waiting… And every single pair of eyes were on them. On her and the distressed child she was carrying.

Her heart thumped wildly in her chest. “We are being watched,” she announced to her security team.

Both of the men reached for their weapons as Fenrys relayed the information to her husband.

Elain threaded her fingers through Kaden’s thick locks, holding his head tucked into her neck so he couldn’t see what was happening.

Not a single man moved toward them, but that didn’t mean they weren’t going to try anything. The Moonbeam twins were deadly accurate, but it didn’t matter though. They were outnumbered. She had already counted ten of Frankie’s associates, and those were the only ones she could see.

Something flashed in the corner of her eye. She twisted her head to catch a bike flying toward them, coming to a screeching halt right in front of them.

Fenrys and Connall had their guns drawn as the person took off their helmet, platinum white hair swishing as she shook it out. Golden eyes turned on her. “Mrs. Archeron-Knight?” she asked.

Elain blinked, but Fenrys snarled out, “Who the fuck are you?”

She flashed a deadly smile. “My name is Manon Blackbeak. Your husband,” she nodded at Elain, “has asked me and my team to escort your SUV back to Velaris.”

A roaring sound echoed in the distance and then there were twelve other bikes, paired up as they flew across the parking lot to stop behind Manon.

“I—” she stuttered, not knowing what to say. “Who are you?”

“We’re called the Thirteen. He will explain what we do once we get you home.”

Elain was about to demand more of an explanation, but then she saw the men retreating. Every single one of them. Her eyes slid back to the woman in front of her, then down the team she had with her, all women if the body shapes were anything to go by. But then a phone was being placed against her ear and her husband’s voice was speaking.

“Elain.” He sounded terrified. “Love, Manon and her team are on my payroll. You can trust them to get you and Kaden home safely. Please get into the car.”

Just hearing his voice sent relief washing over her. Because if he trusted this woman and her team to keep them safe, then she knew she could too. “Let’s go,” she commanded, moving forward. Only once they were all inside the vehicle and back on the highway did she speak to her husband, reassuring him they were okay and giving him a lowdown on what happened.

He was in the garage when they pulled in, Manon and her team circling the driveway once and then departing with a salute to Azriel and her.

She was crushed in his arms, his mouth kissing her fiercely. “Are you guys all right?” he breathed, holding her at arm’s length and inspecting every inch of her.

Connall pulled Kaden from his booster seat, the little boy running around the car and slamming into his father’s legs.

Azriel wasted no time in lifting him onto his hip, kissing his temple before pulling her back into his embrace.

“We’re okay. Startled and anxious, but otherwise fine,” she reassured him.

He pulled them into the house, the twins slipping in behind them on silent feet. Az set them in the living room, tugging her down beside him while Kaden clung to his strong shoulders.

“How’d you get a team there so fast?” she asked, still trying to figure it out. Fenrys approached from the kitchen, handing her a cup of hot, peppermint tea. She smiled up at him in thanks.

“They were in Hewn for another job. I sent Manon an SOS text that took priority over what they were doing.

She raised a brow. “What other job?”

Azriel took her hand and placed a kiss across her knuckles. “Handling the remaining members of Hybern’s gang. I’ve had them hunting down the last of them since that night in the warehouse. There were rumors they wanted to seek revenge for the killing of their leader.”

The words were bloody and brutal, but she didn’t flinch. Not when those men held her captive in a warehouse, stabbed her thigh leaving a permanent scar on her pale flesh. No, she understood why her husband continued his pursuit of those animals.

She squeezed his hand in the reassurance that she understood why he was doing what he was, that she was okay with it, and that she agreed with his methods. His grip tightened in response.

They spent the following hour going over the next steps in how to handle the situation. Thoroughly exhausted from the ordeal, Kaden had fallen asleep on her husband’s shoulder and was now lying across one of the plush chairs with a blanket. The twins departed not long after Kaden fell asleep, leaving them to figure things out.

“I know you want to keep us safe, Az, believe me, I get it, but we need to figure out a compromise with them. I don’t want our children growing up always looking over their shoulders, just waiting to be attacked or kidnapped.”

He was hunched over, elbow braced on his knees. “There is no compromise with them. Frankie and Nicklaus are utterly ruthless.”

She gripped his bicep. “Everyone has a compromise. We just need to know—” Elain froze, the words falling from her lips.

Az swiveled his head to look at her, sitting up straight at whatever was showing on her face. “What is it, Elain?”

Brown eyes blinked, going back to the conversation she had with the eldest brother. Something he said was starting to tingle that sixth sense of hers. “He has a kid,” she breathed.

Brows furrowed. “Frankie?” Azriel asked, clearly confused. “No, he doesn’t. I would know if he had a kid. There’s not even a whisper of him having an heir.”

She shook her head. “Even if the child was over ten years old? You weren’t involved in their doing when we graduated high school, Az. And even the first few years after. What if he had a kid before then?”

He was looking at her now, eyes flicking between hers as he contemplated her words. “What did he say to make you think he has a kid?”

“He was trying to hint at what to get us,” her husband growled at that and she squeezed his arm again to stop him from interrupting. “But he said it had been a while since he bought anything from a baby store. I can’t see him buying baby things for somebody else, but I can see him doing it for his flesh and blood.”

Az was out of his seat and pacing the length of the living room. “That has to be it. He’s got a kid.” He stopped and turned to look at her. “If they were born when my father was alive, Frankie would’ve done anything to prevent him from finding out. He’d never let the bastard get close enough to hurt something so precious to him.” A colorful curse passed from between his parted lips. “I need to call Ruhn. If there’s a child, he has to be sending money to them and their mother. There’s no way he’d just abandon them, not if he took caution to hide them.”

“Azriel,” she said, rising from her spot on the couch. “If he does have a kid, what are you going to do with the knowledge?”

He met her gaze, and read the underlying question she didn’t need to say out loud. “I’m going to offer him a deal.”

~~~~~

Azriel rode up the elevator to the top floor of the building where the Illyrian Mob gathered to conduct their business. It wasn’t as large or fancy as his empire, but they also didn’t make the money that he did. He couldn’t help but feel a little smug about that.

In the metal box with him were four armed guards. He was stripped of his weapons upon entry and patted down indecently enough that he told the man to at least buy him dinner first. The comment, it seemed, wasn’t appreciated.

Nobody else was with him. He hated thinking about how hard Elain cried last night when he told her that he was entering the metaphorical lion’s den defenseless. Azriel knew that a lot of Elain’s emotions were hormone-based, which was why she couldn’t see his reasoning behind the need to go alone.

“Take the twins. Take Ruhn for fuck’s sake, Az! Just please don’t go in there alone.” Tears ran down her cheeks.

He stooped down to kneel in front of her. “Love, I have to go alone. If anyone else comes with me, they’ll deem it a threat. You know it has to be this way.” He reached up to wipe the tears away with his thumbs.

“I need you, Azriel,” she whispered, terrified. “Kaden needs you. Our babies need you. Please don’t go alone.”

There was nothing he could do but hold her as he whispered, “I’m sorry, Elain.”

It was the only time he’d ever disappoint his wife. Because here he was, weaponless and alone entering the office of the two men he hated most in the world. One of the guards knocked on the large doors, waiting for the snarled, “Enter.”

Like he was the motherfucking king, the guards gave him a double-door entrance, catching both of his brothers off guard.

Surprise, motherfuckers, he wanted to say, instead, settling on a lazy grin.

Nick reacted first, drawing his gun.

But Azriel threw up both of his hands in surrender. “Relax, Nicklaus. I am unarmed. Your guards downstairs made sure of it.” He dropped his arms when his brother lowered his gun slightly. “Do they always manhandle your visitors or am I just special because they know I got the impressive size of the family?” He was asking for trouble, but after getting his cock cupped by the fucker and still hearing his wife’s desperate pleas in his head, he was in a mood.

They ignored the quip. Damn.

Frankie leaned back in his seat. “Well, this is a surprise.”

Az cocked a brow. “Is it, brother? After you went after my wife and child?” He couldn’t stop the iciness of his tone, still raging over what happened a few weeks before. It had taken some time to track down what he needed to have this conversation and since then, he’d been on fucking edge.

“Did I actually go after them?”

He didn’t dare let his mask waiver. “Seeking her out at a baby store, sending an assault-sized team there, seems like an attempt to go after my pregnant wife and son.” He moved to take a seat across the desk from them, unbuttoning his suit jacket as he sat. “But I am willing to let that go.”

That had him frowning, the other looking equally as puzzled. “All right, I’ll bite,” Frankie said at last. “Why would you let that go?”

Azriel slipped his phone from the inside pocket of his jacket, unlocking it and bringing up the image of Frankie’s best-kept secret. “Because of her.”

Silence wrapped around them like a shadow of discomfort as he waited for the other shoe to drop.

Frankie shot out of his chair, gun raised and poised to fire. “What the fuck is this, Azriel? Have you come to threaten me on my own turf? Because I swear to God I will fucking end you here and leave your wife to raise those spawn by herself.”

He let the threat roll right off his back, already expecting that reaction, which confirmed what he knew to be true. “Relax, Frankie. Nobody’s threatening anybody.” Az swiveled his phone to look at the girl on the screen and then began reciting the information he had gained about the girl. “Anya Velasco, sixteen; daughter of Delilah Velasco and,” he paused, glancing up at his fuming brother, “Francisco Matteo. Nice try in the change of the last name. Even on the birth certificate too. As if you could wipe your tainted image from her record” His eyes flitted back to the screen. “She’s pretty. Looks just like her mother, thank fuck, but I can see you there too. Her cheek structure and coloring. That’s all Illyrian.”

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t just kill you here,” Frankie snarled, finger never wavering from the trigger.

Az sighed, like this was the most inconvenient part of his day, tapping on the video call for a number labeled as “Rico’s Pizza.” It was Ruhn’s number, answering the call so that it showed Anya walking between classes at school. “You did a pretty thorough job in trying to hide her, Frankie, I’ll give you that. It took a lot of digging into your financials, but something stuck out to me. A random off-shore account that has been linked to your empire making very large donations and monthly payments to a private school housed deep in the northern mountains.” He grinned; letting a little bit of that darkness out with it. “Well, I for one, thought that seemed suspicious.

“Here’s what I think happened. You got the girl pregnant in high school. Wanting to protect her from father’s wrath, you hid her, I’m assuming with help…” he eyed Nick briefly, but he would’ve been fifteen at the time. “Alec if I had to take a guess. He was father’s right hand and you his. You could trust him. So, you paid off the girl and sent her up north to some remote area, paying her handsomely for her troubles and keeping her hidden for the last sixteen years. How am I doing so far?”

Frankie’s tanned face was flushed red in fury.

Checkmate brother.

“Choose your words wisely, brother,” Nick snapped, gun held tight in his grip. “They may be your last.”

He raised a brow. “Would be a shame if that happened,” Az muttered, clicking the end button on his video call. “Because if I don’t give the all clear to my associate in the next ten minutes, he’s to take both Anya and Delilah and run. And believe me, his resourcefulness means you will never see them again.”

“I thought you said you weren’t threatening,” Frankie demanded.

“I’m not. I said take, not kill.”

The brothers shared a look. “Why are you here?” Nicklaus finally asked.

His mouth curled up in the corner. “I’m here to make a deal. But first, you two need to lower the fucking guns before I get pissed off.”

It took them a few heartbeats, but finally, Frankie lowered his gun, setting it on the table so it still pointed at him. Nicklaus followed not a second after. “What’s your deal?” the former questioned.

Azriel reclined in his seat, fingers steepling together. “No harm will ever come to Anya and Delilah. Not by me or anyone on my crew. And they would have the full protection of the Velaris Mob. Between the two of us, they’d be untouchable.”

Frankie considered this. “And in exchange?”

“You provide the same promise and protection for my wife and children.” Az didn’t expect an agreement immediately, so he tossed out there, “If I found them, that means somebody else could as well. I know you like to keep your cards close to your chest, Frankie, but I’m sitting here with a royal flush and you know it.”

He ran his tongue over his teeth. “If somebody threatened them—”

“Then you would have my full support to wage war against whoever did so. Just as I would have yours if the roles were reversed.” And he meant it. Azriel had no desire to see harm come to that child, and he’d never allow Ruhn to hurt her or her mother just to get Frankie to agree to this. They would live in hiding, but they would be well cared for. And anyone who tried otherwise would face his wrath.

His brother looked at Nicklaus and sighed. “All right, Azriel. You have yourself a deal.” He reached across the desk, taking his hand in a tight shake.

As he rode down in the elevator, collecting his weapons and making his way to his car, Az sent Ruhn the all-clear signal. He called Elain on the way home, letting her know he was safe. She sobbed into the receiver, her overwhelming relief that he was returning to her. He soothed her as best as he could, but during that call, Azriel saw an image of his life in the future. He and Elain stood watching their little ones running around the backyard of their home, happy and laughing and full of so much life and love that his chest physically began to ache.

Because for the first time in a very long time, the dream Azriel pictured for himself was finally coming true.

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e-dubbc11 · 2 years ago

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Leavin’ Early

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: SMUT! 18+ please! Or I’m telling on you! I mean it! Let’s see, there’s a little bit of everything in here…fingering, oral (F! Receiving) unprotected P in V sex (just cuz, the end 😉) Billy being in complete control of you

Word Count: 3.1K-ish

Summary: You and Billy leave a wedding early because, well, you want him. In every which way you want him and you want him now and he wants you too.

A/N: This is for my lovely friend Lisa @music-indie-tv who sent in this ask from a smut prompt list I reblogged a few days ago. I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again, smut is NOT my wheelhouse but I wanted the practice, so please be gentle! The prompt was:

'take control of me, I trust you' With Billy sounds really hot 🥵

Thank you again for sending this in. I hope you like it! 💜

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“Can we go? My feet hurt.”

Batting your eyelashes, you looked up at Billy to watch a sly smile appear across his handsome face. Never breaking eye contact, he took a sip of his bourbon and let it swirl around his tongue, you could tell he was really tasting the smooth tones of maple, oak, and nutmeg.

His top lip retreated back to reveal clenched teeth as he swallowed, watching as you took a sip of the same bourbon from your glass. The medium amber liquid had a gentle spiciness and a sweet oak aroma with a complex taste. Hints of vanilla and honey sprinted across your tongue before a long and smoky finish had your taste buds begging for another sip.

“It’s your friend’s wedding, baby. We can go if you’re ready though, just don’t let that bourbon go to waste. It’s pretty good for not being what we usually drink.” He said, raising his eyebrows, still gazing at you as he took another sip.

With one hand wrapped around his glass, the other pulled you in close by your waist, taking you a little by surprise. His expensive cologne floated past your nose as he leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“You have any idea how hot you look tonight, my love?” He asked.

Billy’s warm breath grazed the top of your ear while his crotch pressed gently against your core, causing your stomach to drop and the hair on the back of your neck to stand up on end. Your panties already had a wet spot on them from the wink he gave you across the room earlier tonight.

He always looked incredibly handsome. His suit always tailored to perfection, not a hair out of place, and his crisp white dress shirt was hugging his tight body in all the right places.

But there was something about the way he looked tonight that was driving you absolutely insane, like you wanted him to do whatever he wanted with you. If he wanted to fuck you in the bathroom or the elevator, you’d be more than willing to let him.

Red hot heat expanded across your cheeks and an intense shudder raced down your spine. The sharp tingle spread throughout your core and he only had a hand on your waist. Billy wasn’t even touching your skin when a low guttural moan escaped your mouth. Slowly, your tongue skirted across your top lip followed by a gentle hum.

“Hmmmmm…oh really?” You asked, shyly.

Billy brushed your collar bone with his long slender fingers as his gaze raked over you filled with concentrated desire. The primal need for him was becoming stronger as his half hard cock twitched in his pants against your black velvet dress.

He had been staring at you possessively since you started to get ready for the wedding. Leaning against the door frame and with a wide smile across his face, he stared while you sang along to the Rolling Stones in the shower.

The steam from the hot water fogged up the glass but he could still make out your silhouette, dancing seductively like no one was watching covered from head to toe in a rich soapy lather.

Billy let out a little chuckle but you couldn’t hear him over the music, so he gently cleared his throat.

Not bothering to turn around, you continued to dance while asking him “You see somethin’ you like, handsome?”

“Oh I always see somethin’ I like when I’m lookin’ at you, baby.” He said, stripping off his t-shirt and jeans to join you in the shower.

“You’re gonna make us late, Billy!” You said, laughing as his lips collided with yours and pressing you up against the shower wall. “My dress is open in the back, I can’t have tile marks on my back!”

He traced his kisses down your neck, to your breasts and making you whimper as he lightly flicked his tongue against your nipple. You didn’t want him to stop but there was no way you’d be ready for the wedding in time if he kept this up.

Billy watched intently as you put the finishing touches on your makeup and hair, while he adjusted his tie. He was so proficient at it, he could tie it with his eyes closed. It turned you on and made you so needy for him, watching him as he shined his shoes, adjusted his cufflinks, and combed his hair.

The same hair that had been in between your fingers an hour ago in the shower as he captured your mouth over and over again, your leg wrapped around the back of his thigh, making sure that you held him as flush as you possibly could to him because Billy loved your touches, he craved them like a man starved.

Physical touch was Billy’s love language and you made sure to always show him physical affection whether it’s lightly raking your nails against his scalp or aggressively digging your nails into his back while he fucked you.

He just loved being touched…by you and only you.

But right now, it was you who desired to be touched by him.

“Yes, my sweet girl. I’ve been eyeing you since you were singing in the shower.” He said. “Here…” Looking around, Billy guided your free hand down to his crotch. “This is what you do to me.” He was getting harder by the second. In the dim light of the ballroom, no one seemed to notice.

Billy took the final sip of his bourbon and set the glass on the high top table next to you. Again, you watched as his Adam’s apple moved up and down when he swallowed, and desperately wanting to taste the leftover bourbon on his lips.

He pinched your chin in between his thumb and forefinger and tilted it up to meet his stare, his eyes intense and dark like a dolls eyes but they were so beautiful.

His slightly wicked smile was all you could see right before he kissed you. Billy’s lips were soft, warm and tasted like vanilla with a little bit of honey.

“Well then take me home, Billy.” You whispered in his ear and taking the final sip of your bourbon. “Take control of me, I trust you.”

He barely let you put the glass down before whisking you out of the reception hall and out to the car he had waiting to take the two of you home.

The brisk autumn air brushed against the bare skin of your shoulders. He pulled you outside quickly after retrieving your coats and frantically looked for the car he hired for the night.

“Don’t you dare put that on.” He said firmly, extending his index finger to point toward you.

Billy practically had you naked in the car on the way home except for your thigh highs and heels. He hovered above you, gingerly brushing the hair away from your eyes, and cupping your cheeks as his lips crashed onto yours. He peppered kisses from your forehead, down your stomach to your knees which trembled at his gentle touch.

His proficient fingers teased your entrance as you arched your back off of the leather seat. One finger pushed inside you, hooking at just the right spot that caused you to sharply inhale and moan into his mouth as he fucked you with just one finger.

You were dripping down his hand as he inserted a second finger just as your walls started to tighten around him, your orgasm slowly building while he finger fucked you in back of the town car.

Each time he pushed his fingers inside, it brought you closer and closer to your release, but he was teasing you on purpose. He was controlling you, just as you had told him to do.

“You’re soaking my hand, baby. You wanna come, don’t you. But I don’t want you to just yet.” He said with a sly smile.

“B-Billy, please!” You choked out with a hitch in your voice.

He was enjoying this as he did every time you wanted him to take control of you. It made him so hard that his cock was straining against his suit pants, begging to be released.

“Ah, ah…not yet sweet girl. We’re not home yet.” He whispered harshly against your mouth with the sweet smell of bourbon on his lips and the fingers of his free hand ghosting over your lips. “Who’s in control here, me or you?”

“Y-you are, Billy.” The words stumbling out of your mouth like you had no control of what you were saying because you were unable see straight.

Moving rhythmically, his fingers felt amazing as you rocked back and forth against them but he stopped you when he felt what you were doing.

“Stop that or I’m taking my fingers away.” A devilish grin stretched across his face.

Through a soft whine, you pleaded with him not to.

“B-but feels so good, baby.”

His dark chocolate eyes stared intensely at you. “You gonna be good for me?” He asked, licking his thumb before drawing circles on your clit. “Or do I have to keep teasing you like this?”

“I’ll be good, Billy.” You whined.

He pushed his fingers inside once more. “That’s my good girl. We’re almost home and don’t put your dress back on when we get there…just your coat.”

You were thankful that your coat was long.

Billy was always very attentive to your needs, the man was not a selfish lover but you made sure to give him what he needed also because he always left you more than satisfied.

So it wasn’t a surprise that as soon as the elevator doors closed, he was on his knees in front of you, your body pushed into the corner of the elevator, and one of your legs draped over his shoulder. He didn’t waste any time parting your folds with his tongue, wanting to devour and taste you so badly, and enjoying every last drop.

A tremor of pleasure shot through your body when he began to suck on your clit. His once perfect hair tumbled into his eyes after you gently pulled on it, and scratching his scalp with your nails. The gradual intensity of your release building again as you pleaded with Billy to let you come.

All he said to you was “Soon…”

He rose to his feet and crushed his lips down against yours, pressing you so hard against the corner of the elevator you thought you might end up on the other side of the wall. The impressive bulge in his pants showed you how badly he wanted you.

With his eyes firmly locked on yours, Billy pulled you into a tight embrace that caused all of the air to escape your lungs while his rock hard cock compressed against you, which soaked the front of his pants.

Your feet still hurt from the shoes you were wearing.

“Billy.” You gasped against his lips. “My feet still hurt. Can I take my shoes off…please?”

“I do love hearing you beg, sweet girl…allow me.” He said sweetly.

Billy kneeled down in front of you, unfastened the straps on your shoes and slid them off your feet just as the elevator reached the top floor. Even though Billy was in complete control of you, he was still sweet, considerate and he would do anything for you.

“I want you to beg some more when we get inside, baby.” He said with a slight smirk.

As soon as the door closed behind you, the dress and shoes in your hand dropped to the floor along with your long wool coat. The only pieces of clothing you had on were your thigh high stockings. Still fully clothed, Billy threw you over his shoulder, carried you to the bedroom and gently put you down on the side of the bed.

The feral look in his eyes said he wasn’t going to make you wait much longer. You had been dying to have him since this afternoon in the shower and he had been teasing you ever since.

“Roll those stockings down and I’ll let you take off my tie.” He whispered in your ear.

“But Billy—“ You started to say when he interrupted you.

All teeth and tongue, Billy kissed you hard. “Roll…the…stockings…down, my love.”

You did as you were told, your hands trembling slightly as you rolled the stockings down your leg and pulled them off.

By this time you were overstimulated. You wanted him badly and you would do anything to get it. No one besides Billy ever made you feel like this, the flutters in your stomach were constant and never went away.

Every time he looked at you, delectable sparks ran along your spine, and your insides crackled with warmth any time he would flash that perfect smile at you.

“Need you, Billy.” You mewled.

He licked his bottom lip. “Help me undress, baby. And I’ll give you what you need.”

You loosened his tie first and unbuttoned his dress shirt, revealing the white undershirt. Slowly pushing his dress shirt off of his shoulders, you bit down on your bottom lip trying to stop yourself from ripping his clothes off of his tight body. Billy really was the sexiest man you’ve ever laid eyes on and sometimes it was still hard to believe that he was all yours.

Reaching for his belt, your fingers were wiggling impatiently. He could tell you were overstimulated so he eased back and softened his voice for you.

“Relax, sweet girl. It’s ok. Get in bed, I’ll do the rest.” He said.

Easing back onto the bed, you watched attentively as he removed his pants and boxer briefs. You could see his scars even in the dim light of the bedroom, remembering the night he told you about all of them even the scars that he didn’t get from being overseas.

You loved him even more for having the courage to tell you about them.

“Lie back, beautiful…and don’t move. It will just delay what you want most.” His stern tone was back.

Billy loved to tease you but you did ask for it. He would have fucked you hard and fast in the car on the way home but you told him “take control of me.” And that’s exactly what he was doing. He was controlling your actions, telling you what he wanted you to do, even telling you when you could come. You hated it and loved it at the same time. It just made your orgasms that much more intense.

He hungrily attacked your body like a wild animal attacking its prey. At times, his onyx colored eyes were locked on you, stalking you, figuring out where to tease you next. His lips and tongue painted your body like it was a canvas and you were a priceless work of art.

To him, you were priceless, you were perfect, and you were all he had ever wanted.

You reached out to graze his beard with your thumb and pull his face close to yours but he grabbed your wrist and pinned it firmly above your head.

That made you pout. “I wanna touch you, Billy.”

“No, baby…not yet.” He growled.

He leaned down to touch his forehead to yours, it was something that he always did to show you how much he loved you before his lips collided with yours. A loud guttural moan escaped your lips as he left little love bites down your neck and gently bit down on that spot on your neck that made you see stars.

For being as touched starved as he was, Billy really did have willpower when it came to him telling you “no” until he was ready. He loved having your hands all over him and you were very gentle when it came to touching his scars.

He loved your desperate, hungry kisses but when your lips would come in contact with his scars, those kisses were tender and comforting and he loved those too.

He was safe with you.

Gazing down at you, he released your wrist and you pulled down on his lower lip before brushing your knuckles across his cheek. His warm skin felt so good against your fingertips and you could almost hear his heart beating out of his chest.

The anticipation was almost painful, he was desperate for you too and knew you had been patient long enough. Using his knee, he pushed your legs apart and lined himself up before slowly pushing against your entrance.

Every cell in your body was on pins and needles, ready for him to move but he waited so he could easily stretch you out and completely bury his cock inside of you.

The noises he pulled from you as he began to move were sinful and became louder when he picked up the pace. Billy’s mouth slanted over yours, preventing the gasp that wanted to flee from your lips. The pleasure wound tighter and tighter inside you as his thrusts became faster and you pulled him in deeper.

Even though he had been controlling you, he was also controlling himself. He lived to please you and hated depriving you of anything especially an orgasm. Those sounds of pleasure were music to his ears and a smirk played across his lips every time he felt your walls flutter around him.

He was close, and felt the contractions in you core one last time before spilling into you…hard, still moving in and out to make sure he filled you up before collapsing on top of you. The sweat on his brow trickled down his temple as you brushed his hair away from his eyes, trying your best to catch your breath.

Billy’s lips found yours for a romantic kiss, his fingers winding around strands of your hair to move them away from your face.

“You alright, sweet girl?” He asked.

Your knees were shaking a little. “Y-yeah, Billy. I’m fine…well more than fine actually.” And you started to laugh.

“It drives me crazy to do that to you, y/n but it feels so good.” He said.

“Yes it does…I love you, Billy.” You said, lightly scratching his scalp.

He gazed down at you with his million dollar smile and said “I love you too, baby. Hey, do you think your friend will mind that we Irish-goodbye’d her wedding?”

You pulled him in for another soft kiss.

“Well it’s only fair, she Irish-goodbye’d ours.” You said with a warm smile.

See…sometimes it’s worth it to leave the party early.

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meeshrox · 6 months ago

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2024 Fic Rundown

tagged by the lovely @bloodinwine 💕

words posted: 82,666 (niiiiiice)

additional words written: 19,485

grand total of words: 102,151 (woohoo)

fandoms: BG3 only and forever. This is the longest a hyperfixation has ever lasted, so maybe it’s not just a phase.

highest kudos: All It Cost Me currently at 98

highest hit oneshot: To Find Your Heart at 442

new things I tried: all of it, this was the first time I attempted any creative writing since college composition class and to be honest I didn’t feel like I was any good at it back then. But, I'm having a blast now!

fic I spent the most time on: All It Cost Me

fic I spent the least time on: none, but I wish I could say I had others planned. I have a one-track mind lol.

favorite thing I wrote: since I only have the one fic, I’ll say my favorite chapter of AICM so far was one that hasn’t been posted yet. It’s 5k of HydiexAstarionxHalsin smut and it’s only half-drafted. 😅

favorite thing(s) I read: I mentioned A Crooked Touch in another post but I also love so many other stories by some of my writing buds.

Until You by @bloodinwine

Elegy to Benevolent Hearts by @njuta

I Wish by @anacdoce

writing goals for 2025:

Get better at writing non-smut as well as I write smut on the first draft. You wouldn’t believe how much more work goes into editing the non-smut!

new works:

A one-shot called Welcome Inside for one of my longest writing friendships so far in this fandom. @songbirdoftherogue, my love, we will be reunited soon. I haven’t forgotten your request! You still stir my blood at the thought of our wordplay, darling. 👠⛓️

#astarion x durge #baldurs gate 3 #astarion #bg3 #bg3 druid #drow oc #fanfic #writing #hydie x astarion

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honestlydarkprincess · 10 months ago

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Hiiii 💕💕💕

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-❤️🪐

🍻 drunk buck 2.0

He unlocked the door and went inside. “Eddie?” He called, closing the door behind him.

Eddie walked out of the kitchen with a curious look on his face. “Buck? What are you doing here, I thought you had to get back home.”

“We need to talk,” Buck said, herding Eddie to the couch and pointing for him to take a seat. Eddie wordlessly followed direction even though he looked at Buck with a raised brow.

“What’s up?” Eddie asked hesitantly.

“What did I say last night?” Buck blurted out. Dammit, he had wanted to be a little smoother about that. “I know I said something, because you’re being weird.”

“How am I being weird? I think I’m acting quite normal, thanks,” Eddie snarked, sighing when Buck just looked at him exasperated. “Okay, so maybe you did say something. But we don’t have to talk about it, Buck. You were drunk. No, you were wasted. Maybe some things are best left unknown.”

“No, I don’t accept that,” Buck shook his head. He started to pace in front of the couch, just like Eddie had done that night when he had his little outburst over HILDY. Finally he stopped and crossed his arms, staring Eddie down. “I said something that upset you and I need to know what it was.”

“Why do you think I’m upset, Buck? Do I look upset?” Eddie asked, holding his hands up in surrender. “Just because you said something doesn’t mean I’m upset.”

“Yes, it does! Because you’re not being…you!” Buck exclaimed, gesturing wildly. “Now stop talking in circles and tell me what I said!”

“You said you loved me!” Eddie finally shouted, standing up.

😭 buck's no good very bad day

“Do you want to stay for dinner, Carla? We have more than enough,” Eddie said, taking Buck out of his thoughts. He realized he was just standing in the entryway still so he kicked off his shoes and put them with his duffle. Walking further into the house he waited for Carla’a reply.

“No thanks, honey. I have to get home,” Carla smiled, giving Eddie a small hug before hugging Chris and going to grab her things. Coming up beside Buck she asked, “Hey, are you alright? You look rough.”

“Very long day,” Buck replied, giving her an exhausted smile.

Carla made a sympathetic face and gave him a big hug. They waved her out the door and then Christopher said, “Are we going to eat in the kitchen or in front of the TV?”

“It’s up to Buck,” Eddie said, making Buck glance up in surprise.

“Me? Why?”

“Your bad day, you choose what we do,” Eddie shrugged, grabbing some plates while they talked. “You can choose the movie too.”

“Let’s eat in the kitchen, easier to clean up,” Buck decided, feeling warmth in his chest at Eddie letting him make this decision. It seemed like a small thing but Eddie was allowing him to make a little decision for the family. It meant something. To him at least.

“Good plan,” Eddie replied, setting the table before grabbing the pizza and serving it up. He gave Chris the slices that had the most pepperoni, just like he liked it and Buck the ones with the most cheese. He knew his boys.

“Thanks, Eds,” Buck mumbled, and Eddie knew that he wasn’t just thanking him for the pizza.

“You’re welcome,” Eddie replied, giving him a small smile.

They sat down to eat, Christopher animatedly telling them about his day in between bites of pizza. Eddie sat back and let Buck engage with Chris, watching the easy way Buck encouraged him to keep talking, asking all the right questions. Eddie loved it. Eventually they were done eating and Eddie washed up the few dishes they used while Buck dried, and then the three of them settled on the couch, ready to look for a movie.

“Here,” Buck said, handing Chris the remote. “You can choose the movie, bud.”

make me write, round two!

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misslavenderlady · 1 year ago

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Lost Boys - TransFem AU

Part 3: Santa Carla and The Lost Boys

Truly a babe if ever there was one 💕

Mikayla Emerson

Once Mikayla gets to Santa Carla, she starts turning heads of some very special boys~

part 1 HERE, part 2 HERE

The events of the movie are pretty identical to what happens to Mikayla. She moves to Santa Carla after her parents' divorce and Lucy says it's a good change.

A difference in events is how things go with Grandpa. He's still his goofy self, but is a bit surprised to see how Mikayla looks. The last time he saw her, it was before she began HRT. However, Lucy had a long talk over the phone with him prior to their move, and he was very welcoming to his granddaughter.

As a welcome home present, Grandpa gives her a locket that belonged to her grandmother. Sam still gets taxidermy. Safe to say, Mikayla likes her gift a lot more.

Finding work has its challenges for Mikayla. She's able to use her looks to get a few job applications in to some shops, but the downside is that...80s sexism is very much a thing. It's a pain, but she's determined to help her mother in any way she can.

Mikayla and Sam still go to the concert, and she still spots Star. She's a lot more shy, as she's worried about how Star would feel about a girl having a crush on her. While Sam is at the comic book store, Mikayla decides to suck it up, and talk to Star.

She compliments her beautiful appearance, and to her delight, Star compliments her gorgeous hair and makeup. They have a bonding moment together, developing a friendship with a budding attraction to one another as well. She hopes to see Star again soon.

Little does she know she's going to meet someone else as well.

David and the boys didn't get a chance to see Mikayla the night she spoke to Star. They are, however, still instructed by Max to go after the children. Max is a very old fashioned man with outdated ideas about gender expectations. So he believes Lucy has two sons, not understanding that's not the case.

Because of this, the Lost Boys are on the lookout for a BOY. So when David spots a beautiful girl walking side by side with Star, he gets so captivated by her that he nearly crashed his bike into a lamp post.

The girls catch what happened, and Mikayla is the one to run over to David. Obviously he's not hurt, but she's still worried. Her big, blue eyes widening and her glossy lips pouting as she asks "hey, are you okay?"

David immediately turns on the charm.

"Well I must have gotten into an accident and died since I'm looking at an angel right now~"

Mikayla is FLUSTERED. He thinks her flushed cheeks are extra cute.

When the other boys get a look at her they are in full "babe alert" mode. They circle around her, not crowding her but making it clear they all think she's very beautiful. Star is annoyed that they're trying to cut in on girl time, but still introduces her new friend.

They are all so incredibly smitten, eager to get to know her better. They decide to put Max's plan on the back burner for the time being, not realizing they're inviting their very target to spend some time with them.

The first night in the cave is wildly different this time around. The boys have turned up the charm to 11, and want to make her comfortable, not play mind games with rice and noodles.

Dwayne breaks out his trusty skateboard to show off some tricks and see what she can do too. Paul pulls her onto his lap and gets his lips so close to hers that they're practically kissing before blowing smoke into her mouth (he offers it as a fun alternative to smoking the weed he has). When Marko returns with their food, he shows off his Italian skills to her, even calling her "Bella" and "Principessa".

Mikayla isn't used to such affection from such handsome boys. She enjoys their hospitality, but still holds her underlying fear of being rejected (or God forbid, attacked) if they learned more about her identity. The boys mistake her caution for shyness, and find it extra cute.

Star notices it too, and she begins to worry that Mikayla doesn't like them coming on so strong. She still tells the boys to leave her alone, just in a different context this time.

They enjoy her company all throughout the night. All of them like her, and see a great deal of potential in her as another member of their coven. Towards end of their time, David has some one-on-one time with her, and finds out she has a little brother named Sam. The gears start turning in his head and between that, her recent move from Phoenix and learning her mother works at the video store, he realizes that Mikayla is the one he's supposed to pursue.

He thinks Max is a total idiot for misgendering Mikayla.

David asks her to have some fun with them another night before toasting to her new addition into their club (with the blood, of course). She's still cautious and uncertain as to David's motives, but can't deny she's quite infatuated with him. They drink, and David helps her get home safe by following her on his own bike. He sends her on her way with a kiss on the back of her hand.

yadda yadda yadda train stuff still happens and Mikayla almost attacks Sam as the blood takes over her body.

In an interesting turn of events, David makes sure Star isn't at the cave the night Mikayla comes looking for answers. Mikayla is still very frightened by what's happening to her, but unlike Star saying she can't help, David calms her down, and explains everything.

He's open and honest and patient when she starts to pick a fight, not happy about what's happened to her. David promises her that she is safe, and that all of the boys and Star like her. He's still his manipulative self, twisting her mind to see that they can take care of her. She won't be alone. They want to be with her. The sweet nothings get to Mikayla, as she admits she doesn't want to be alone.

David kisses her, and to Mikayla's relief, he very much accepting of her being trans. This time around, David is the one to have sex with her in the cave~

Sam is worried about his sister and the Frogs are itching to hunt, but Mikayla has fallen in love, and it's about to let her fellow vampires get hurt. She hopes to patch things up with her brother and keep everyone safe. She knows that Max is dangerous, and will do whatever possible to get her happy ending.

Bonus:

Each member of the coven has a special nickname for her

David - My girl/darling

Dwayne - Beautiful

Marko - Principessa

Paul - Mama/Babe

Star - Mickey (It's what the girls on Mikayla's cheer squad called her. It's based off the Toni Basil song "Hey, Mickey")

#transfem Michael Emerson #the lost boys #tlb #lavender lady rambles #michael emerson #mikayla emerson #tlb au

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helloescapist · 2 years ago

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The Hashiras in a Relationship | Mitsuri Kanroji

Word Count: 7154 (that can't be right, can it 😲)

Setting: Mitsuri Kanroji x gn!reader [kids are mentioned as well as a family]

content warning: none 💕

Summary: headcannons for Mitsuri Kanroji as a relationship partner, what it would entail. From dating to commitment. Love languages... this totally got away from me.

[image is not mine]

To be loved by the Love Hashira is to know the break of winter. It’s the scent of soft crisp linens under thick blanketing. It’s the touch of cool winter air that touches the tip of your nose that peeks from between the sheets. It’s to dare to touch the cold air, determined to make a fresh pot of tea, to greet the beauty of sunrise, only to have her arms thread around your waste.

The press of her against your back, smoothed as forehead that nestles into you. The purr of a coo, insisting on just a few more minutes together. It’s succumbing to her request, her gentle hold on you far more powerful that her physical strength. It’s to accept her insistence to care for you, the weave of the scarf coiled around your neck, the small smile as she secures it with a pin. It’s as soft hearted as cozy socks. Her doting as tender as the insistence for more layers, the unsure wiggle between her brows as you attempt to dwell her worries of a cold. To be loved by Mitsuri is to plunge through the snow. To dance amongst the beauty of winter; her love is as unique as the individual snowflakes that claim your lashes. The harmonious of her giggle pressed against the pillows of the ground, pushing you to the ground. Rolled in the small flakes heartened as the sweet beckoning. To craft angels destined together, the press of your bodies. The childish delight of snow pressed firmly together, waved into balls before tossed through the air. Her love is as powerful as the brawn of her toss. The fretting as she digs you out of the snowdrift she caused with her toss. Remorseful and pleading for you to live, to forgive her, and the confusion bewilder as you erupt from laughter. Never begrudging, nor unkind. It’s the scent of the white pine from evergreens tinted to your nose, drawn to the onsen to recover from the cold. To be loved by the swordswoman is to be embraced in warmth; it’s peaceful and comforting. The small tint of iron and calcium that greets the buds of the plum blossoms that have begun to prosper as you nestle into the bath. It��s to be fretted over, to always be cared for. A love as sweet and tart as the ume flower. The shy welcome of spring amongst the snow just as her love.

To be loved by Kanroji is to take her hand. To grasp hold of her, thread her fingers through your own. TO embrace her. To hold tight, bask in her jovial laughter. Allow her to guide you, to drag you wherever it is that she leads. Through forests, across lakes, through meadows, and streams, to know that her love is as constant as the shift of her giggle. Warm and gentle.

To be a victim of her shifting moods. Of her praise, and of her joy. To know the love that that takes flight like a daydream upon a breeze. To know that her heart beats for you, and you alone. Do not allow yourself to be overwhelmed, and know that she feels everything deeply. Mitsuri always has, and she always will. Emotions are engrained upon her, etched into her soul.

Understand that it’s not that Kanroji is moody, or that her feelings shift at a moment’s notice. Rather, it’s that she is a deeply empathetic individual that is in tuned with other’s emotions. She feels deeply, and at times it can be stifling for her as well, but for more reserved partners, you may find this especially overwhelming. At times, it may feel that you are drowning in a sea of feelings, pushed beneath the waves and struggling for air.

You won’t drown, but if you are someone who is not adept with such sentiments, it will feel like it.

Rather than fight it, just allow yourself to remain afloat. Drift amongst the waves, listen to Mitsuri spew of words when she is forth coming, lean on her shoulder when she is not ready to discuss her burdens with you. Hold tight to her amongst the sea and the breeze, before you know it the waters will have stilled, and the winds will have softened. Pleasant and cool to the touch.

Hold onto her, and you will find that Kanroji will always carry you.

More than just physically, goodness knows that she is more than capable of offering a piggy back ride, but she does so in her heart. Regardless of how far she may travel for missions, and her duties take her. The Love Hashira will always carry you in her heart, and though the distances may be great, her thoughts will never leave you.

The swordswoman is a woman of her own emotions, and thrives upon expressing herself without fear of persecution. If you are the type to be embarrassed by a partner who coos at passing infants, praises the waitress, or offers compliments to random individuals who pass you by, you may consider another Hashira for your affections. you knew what you were getting into Mitsuri is a woman guided by her own emotions, independent and in her maturity, no longer content with conforming to society expectations.

She is authentic as she is affectionate.

She sees the best in everyone, even those who may not have the emotional backing, or record to verify her stance. Mitsuri truly believes that everyone is worthy of the benefit of the doubt. Because of this, you will need to prepare yourself for when the world rears its ugly head. When her heart is devastated, and crushed beneath the weight of disappointment. Mitsuri will need your snuggles, will need your reassurance. To offer a perspective on the situation even if it is little more than false hope. Shield her precious heart, there are so few people as her in this world.

But understand, that you will have to do so gently, and mindfully. Mitsuri pours herself into everything she does. she’s adorable

As her partner, it is your duty protect her from the brutal realities of life.

But that being said, she will not allow anyone to cross her beliefs.

Just as quick as she is to offer her praise to strangers, Kanroji is as quick to offer assistance to those in need. Regardless of how they may know each other,. Whether it is offering directions, snack recommendations, or placing herself between a grandpa and a wild boar, Mitsuri will not hesitate to wrangle the beast to the ground oblivious to any potential bodily harm.

I suggest brushing up on your first aide care, the Tsukihiko does not stray far from her master. Just like Rengoku, Mitsuri is steadfast in her beliefs and ideals. Exhibiting a surprisingly strong convictions beneath her cuddly surface, she will not dither in standing by her creed. Regardless of the potential draw backs, she will not be swayed by a lack of popular opinion, or personal repercussions. It’s one of the rare opportunities for you to witness her inner resilience.

Just as you will have to guard her heart, you will also have to be prepared to reel her in. TO protect her from exerting far too much for those who are not worth of her assistance. The Love Hashira , just like her master before her is far too willing to pour herself into others, into hopeless projects, and while her steadfast idealisms are admirable, it does make her a target of exhaustion. Be prepared to entice her into extra snuggles, into early tuck ins, and coerced breaks. She needs them. Even if she doesn’t admit to it.

While Mitsuri is a frequent flyer amongst the clouds, it’s important to note that, her viability in life is… well, just remember that she adores a grounded partner. One who will ensure the bills are paid, that she remembers to eat, that groceries are replenished rather than a midnight convenience store run.

To be in love with Kanroji will call upon your ability to understand her sensitive nature, and to handle with care as necessary. Listen to her dreams when she opens her self up to sharing, and to be patient when she doesn’t. While she doesn’t expect a partner to take care of her, the Love Hashira adores when you do.

When you make her dinner, knowing that the late hours kept her busy to her duties. Soup when she’s feeling unwell cooking appropriate portions will always be appreciated. Someone who ensures that the washing is hung rather than left to stew; cleaning up when an idea has sparked her interest, and she accidentally abandoned the project she had been so heavily focused on. Being in a relationship with Mitsuri means that sometimes you’ll come home to a warm cooked meal with all of her heart poured into the recipes, other days a sewing project that she dedicated hours to, and most of the time, a small mess because in her childlike delight, she may have overlooked cleaning duties. she’s sorry, she’ll help!

The type of lover that Mitsuri would be drawn to is one that she feels secure with. Safe and entrusted. Someone who appreciates her nature. That adores the gentle pattern of her speech. That simply smiles, hand pressed to their cheek as they listen to everything she has to say. The good. The bad. Whatever she wishes to share; someone who will be more than willing to meet her on this level, and give of themselves to her, and to he alone. Open-minded, but at the same time, Mitsuri will also adore an independent partner. One who has their own ambitions, and desires outside of the relationship. Goals to meet, and dreams of their own. she will more than support you on these endeavors

Mitsuri is the type to grow attracted to someone as authentic as herself. Even if their approach is more brash than her own, she would be receptive to the light of their eyes. The sparkle as they discussion their passion, their pursuit. She’d swoon externally, praise them, and swear her support upon the path they travel.

I imagine three scenarios that this could occur--- The Love Hashira is so open to romantic encounters that truthfully, she could become attached by any number of scenarios. To Mitsui, she yearns for the day that she is fully swept off her feet, enthralled, and drowned in the depths of devotion, and because of this, she is receptive to any opportunity as long as it is a genuine, authentic encounter. Nothing staged.

Despite how many times Mitsuri has been rejected, she has this amazing inner strength. A reliance to continue to put herself out there even if she must face continue heart break. In a way, the swordswoman clings to a rare innocence. Chooses to maintain her own nativity; one day, it will work out. She knows it.

It could be the neighbor, a child she had grown alongside. Played ball in the gardens, weaved flower crowns together, and raced off to etiquette lessons. One who shared their sakura mochi under the spring sky, or danced across the water. Splashed her, played amongst the river, encouraged by her silly nature. Neglecting the laundry duty, they had been assigned. Laid amongst the grass, and stared up at the clouds above. Basked in the summer day, bellies full from sneaked picnics as they gaze at the cumulus above. Fingers tracing their outline. A dog, an onigiri, giggling as you proclaim that a particular cloud bared strong resemblance to a sunflower. How innocently you had claimed that Mitsuri herself was a lot like a sunflower. Bright. Full of sunshine, loyal, and adorable. Always shining, facing the sun, basking in the light. No… no, perhaps more that she was like the sun. The unabashed way that you praised her, genuine in your words.

She would fall for a classmate (modern au), or peer (taisho period), and a chance encounter the result of her rare flare of temper. You having bared witnessed to the unusual occurrence, facing a thug dead on. The way she had stressed that it was not the way to ask for help, bullying someone far weaker than themselves. Mitsuri’s strength gifting her the ability to effortlessly intercept the blow meant for another. The crack of her fingers as she met the opponent’s eyes dead on, unwilling to back off. Only flinching at the moment that he uttered the worked freak beneath his breath. You, an on looker having stepped in in an attempt to offer assistance that was unnecessary, but appreciated. The small rumble of her stomach drawing your attention, and your laugh. Adorable, you expressed. More than willing to treat her to lunch. but the way that you had ensured her to eat her fill, having caught on to the way she pushed around her rice. Coy, and the wiggle of her brow, unsure of how to proceed. Encouraged only by the warmth of your smile. Reassured as you ordered another bowl, daring her not to hold back on your account. Your gaze, warm and affectionate, praising her strength that had warranted insults from other. Gently brushing the sauce that had gathered on her cheek.

Mitsuri would even fall for a young recruit in the Demon Slayer Corps. The brash confession, their determination and drive. Hours dedicated to training, pushing their body beyond the limits. Strained and exhausted, but that fire that meets her own. The declaration that you will protect those you love. At all cost. Frozen by your resolve, left with little more than to listen to the pounding of her heart as she watches your silhouette presume exercise drills.

Despite the warm regards Mitsuri has for others, and her over eagerness to compliment those she passes and interacts with, the Love Hashira is still inverted. While she adores interacting with other people, she still needs time to recharge her social batteries, and because of this, she is not willing to waste time on someone who hasn’t caught her attention. She will be more than forth coming to spend time around this individual.

The more time she spends, the more assured she is that she has found a potential match. If not, she is more than willing to be friends, and move on in the pursuit of her heart.

Just as she is guided by her stomach to her next meal, Kanroji depends on her heart to determine with whom she should be around. In fact, she will often make quick decisions on whether or not she wishes to be with you-- -even at your first meeting. She’s already decided if she will afford you her time.

Mitsuri knows that you are worth it.

Worth putting herself out there once again, willing to risk potential heartbreak.

Because of this, Kanroji will actually spend a little more time in her pursuit of you than you may have expected! Not because she’s not interested, she obviously is otherwise she would have limited her interactions with you. Opting for greetings in passing, and joining for lunch as friends, but the fact that she continues to make every effort to interact with you, it’s significant.

She desires a deep connection, one that goes farther than physical attraction, or hobbies. Mitsuri craves a relationship that operates on a soul link. In her pursuing this bond, she will ask deep questions that may shock you. Toy on extensive digging, prying into anything and everything that you will share with her--- she wants to know you. All of you.

Sadly, you won’t realize that this is in fact how Mitsuir has declared her confession. It’s really not your fault. She loves talking to everyone she meets--- her interactions with others versus the depth she explores with you, how were you supposed to know the difference? you could always snoop

Her shy nature is what has drawn this out for a while, and the way that she expresses her interest will likely leave you, unsure. She’s not the type to outwardly declare her attraction.

Because of her demure approach to confessing her love, Mitsuri will… have to explore alternative routes to profess. She’s shy, and even a little bit awkward. Traditional routes of wooing will likely, become uncomfortable for the both of you. You may even feel inclined to check her for a fever. The fluster of her words, and fumble of her fingers over her kimono as she desperate tumbles of words. Clumsy in execution, and avoiding all eye contact.

It’s absolutely adorable, it really, really is.

Yes, it’s best that she relies on ways that are suited to her expression. To begin with, she really doesn’t want her partner to feel uncomfortable, and the more wildly confessions would likely be painful for the both of you.

Because of this, she relies on rather subtle ways to express her intentions. Shy eye contact, hanging on your every word, going out of her way to see you even if it means taking the long way home, seizing small opportunities to whisper in your ear, and over reliance on body language.

Kanroji wants to feel assured that you return her affections before she reveals her hands.

When it comes to who will confess first, well it’s a tossup. If you are a one who cannot make the first move it’s okay, we love a shy one here, then rest assured, she’ll eventually burst. Her impulsiveness can get the better of herself sometimes, and Mitsuri will end up awkwardly bumbling out her love waving flowers. Such occurrence may happen when you’ve been away for a trip, mission, or just missed her in passing for an extended period of time.

The damning realization that she felt like she would become crushed without seeing your smile just one more day. She’s spewing everything. The way your eyes light up as they sparkle, the giggle of your chuckle over her clumsiness, the way you twirl your hair when you’re thinking, and the small cough when you’re covering up that you’re fluster. She loves all of it. don’t leave her

If you are the confident sort, well, you have all the power to expedite the courting phase. and gods does she love that self-assurance. You’ll meet little resistance, mostly just shy blushes, waving of her hands, flustered and giggly.

To be clear, very few every enter the dating stage with Mitsuri, and you should feel assured that you have progressed so far. So, please don’t be upset with the slow progression of dating. It’s better to allow the pace to be natural, and allow it the time it needs to blossom.

The Love Hashira despite her proclamation of love, and quick praise, will struggle to be vulnerable at the beginning. She is a little demure than you may anticipate, and private than you may be prepared for. It’s nothing personal, but rather that she simply needs time to adjust to you. To feel comfortable, and secure in your relationship. She’s quirky, and unusual--- she knows this, and worries that to be far too open at the beginning may be a turn off.

Again, the fact that you’ve made it to dating.

As I’ve said, Mitsuri craves a soul connection, and in truth, she prays for the fateful day that she meets her soulmate. To encounter a love that exceeds time, and nature itself. Gifted by the gods above.

She really won’t settle for anything less. So, dating is in a sense vulnerability to Mitsuri.

So please, just allow this to be the reassurance that things are progressing well, even if it seems quiet at times.

She will get there. Before you know it, she will be more than willing to trust the deepest of her fears, the wails of her worries, the small confessions regardless of how childish they may be, Mitsuri will entrust all of them to you. Just, give her time.

Because Kanroji is not satisfied with a surface level relationship, you can expect all of your dates to have the underlining theme of getting to know you. Because she does, she desperately wants to know you in a way that no other has, and while she may not be forthcoming with all of her inner world, Mitsuri wants the same in return. She wants you to know her.

To embrace her. To accept her. For all that she is, and all that she will be.

Small dates over coffee, listening to your work day. Walks amongst the meadow, discussing flowers and their meanings, the warmth of sharing childhood memories. Weave crowns together, recount how it was you learned. Tell her of the days you would adventure out into the world on your own, pretending to be a sword wielder against the world. Tell her of chasing a bunny through the flowers, share all that the moment reminds you of, Mitsuri will absorb all of it.

Pack a picnic in the park. You’re aware of how much the Love Hashira appreciates a good meal, but the stories you recount are far more thrilling. To hear of the days your mother guided your hand on your first tamagoyaki flip, when you had burned a pancake. What moments you savored, the first time you successfully made a meal on your own, or how your father would take great care to shape onigiri into teddy bears just for you. How long it took for you to grow adept in the kitchen, or your lack of.

Tell her of fumble after fumble, share the moments in which you realized that cooking was not the pass time for you. Recount details of what ungodly creations you had created, of potential food poisoning, the day your family had banned you from the stove. Tell her all of it. She is clinging to every word.

An art date, one in which you paint messily. Half hazard like children left alone with finger paints. Flicks of paint, patters here and there, sporadic and playful. Your master piece does not have to be acclaimed, or well practiced. Just laugh with her. Delight in the paint that has grazed your cheek, playfully dab your paintbrush against her nose.

Allow this small moment to delve into a chaotic paint fight. Tossing dabs here and there, rolled against the canvas in a paly wrestling match. The stain of your forms etched across the surface, capturing the joy of your time together.

Take her on a regional snack tasting message the restaurant in advance to prepare an appropriate quantities. Share which mochi you favor, or your dismay at odd flavors. Explore what the region the mission you had accompanied her on has to offer. Compare it to other treats you have experienced. You know the ohagi from your home town is far superior. Just wait, you’ll take her there one day. planning a future date will always make her swoon

Kanroji will take extremes to make the dates enjoyable for you. Hours, and hours will be dedicated to daydreams. Fantasizing the perfect scenario for the two of you.

Dates with Mitsuri should be playful, and offer the opportunity to connect with you. Truthfully, as long as you are willing to be yourself, and welcome her as she slowly reveals the layers that lurk beneath her surface in a safe and comfortable environment, you will always have fun.

If you have not already guessed, then it’s important to make it clear. Mitsuri takes relationships seriously; she wants a soulmate. Not a fling. Casual relationships are not a common occurrence with her although, she may have been the type to be diluted into believing that a causal fling would gain substance in time. Maturity and confidence has served her well, and Kanroji is no longer content with settling on a singular tryst.

Kanroji savors a committed relationship. A long-term commitment, and while it may take her quite some time to open up fully to you, she is an extremely dedicated lover.

She falls hard, and fast, like an angel sentenced to earth. She will plummet head first in her descent into your love.

She’s devoted to you, and everything you care about. She’s a natural listener, and will do everything she can to ensure that you know you are appreciated. This will be accomplished through a variety of ways.

First off, her over willingness to listen, no really, she will listen to everything. Even the most mundane things like the small grievances of the day: your favorite kimono was stained by tea, your local café ran out of your favorite snack, even the way you continued to burn rice despite the fact that you have prepared it a hundred times. Tell her of bigger things, a dispute with Sanemi, your growing concern that no matter how hard you try, Obanai refuses to work with you, or even that you worry if you’re falling in life. Perhaps you took the wrong step, your passion has drained from you, or your heart is leading you to another career pursuit. Mitsuri will remain by your side, attentive and supportive.

Know that everything you tell her, she is memorizing. Storing the information in a data pool, set aside for a later date. Your favorite snack? Ah the grocer had an excess, so she bought all of them! You had mentioned wanting to view the cherry blossoms in the Kansai region, she packed your bags. You always wanted to learn ikebana, she will find you a master. Even the shy way you mentioned wishing to participate in your village’s hinamatsuri festival, but too shy to confess your desires to marry. She will declare it for you.

The Love Hashira dedicates herself to ensuring that you feel accepted. Understood in the depths of your soul and desires, but for all that she does to ensure that you feel recognized, she too desires to feel accepted.

At the core of her being, Mitsuri desires a relationship in which she is understood. It was once a major fear of her, after a string of rejections that she would never find a love that embraces her authentic self, but as she has matured and as your relationship grows, she’s become assured that you will embrace her.

To her, love is exhilarating. She adores the way her heart flutters for you, from nervous butterflies to consuming pounds that rob her of her senses. Her rational thoughts are left obscure, and prone to making decisions based off of the way her heart yearns for you.

When it comes to love, all sense of practicality is awash. Catch up on sleep, or see [YN]? Hang out friends, or stop by [YN]’s work? Regardless of what options are available, Mitsuri will always pick you over everything else.

You’ll have to help encourage her to stay grounded. She’s so dedicated, that she’ll need reminders to see friends regularly, to enjoy her favorite pass time, sooth her sleep. Give her the encouragement that it’s okay for her to spend time doing other things, your love will greet her at home all the same.

Know that Kanroji has small oddities around her home. Little nicknacks from your various trips together, or small tokens from your dates. The paintbrush you had used, the cloth you had wrapped her picnic bento in, small little things. Even some really odd trinkets such a preserved squid from your sailing trip. If it reminds her of you, the Love Hashira purchased it without a second thought, and displays it randomly throughout her home. Imagine waking up to a macabre doll she collected from your stay at a haunted inn.

Do you need me to tell you that Mitsuri is a hopeless romantic? The smallest thing will captivate her. It’s really just the fact that you tried.

It’s because of this that, Mitsuri isn’t a high-maintenance partner. While she adores soaking up all of the time you gift her, she understands that duties remain. You have your tasks to complete, just as she has hers for the Demon Slayer Corps. Know that as long as you remain consistence in trying to maintain the relationship, she’ll be satisfied. But she would love the opportunity to cling to you

Just as the Love Hashira keeps odd symbols of your relationship, I imagine that in a sense, you are her muse. She’s creative, and playful. I imagine that she’ll explore new recipes in the hopes of seeing your savor her cooking. The pleasure that elicits your face as you bite into what she made you, SHE WILL MAKE IT EVEN BETTER.

She’s off to the kitchen. pray for your stomach She will adjust the recipe in every way imaginable until it is perfection.

I also imagine Mitsuri will try her hand at poems with you as her muse. they’re terrible. Unashamed praise masquerading as haikus. She will ask Rengoku for advice, and struggle to understand why he’s laughing so hard. you’ll scold him later.

At times, you may find that Mitsuri is so excited to share your moments with anyone who will listen. She’s so happy to have you as a partner.

“Ah! Obanai, listen, listen,” she’ll cheerfully greet, attempt to brazenly share the cute little wiggle of your nose as you sleep. Unaware of the intimate implication. obanai is glaring at you.

The Realization of what she just gushed--- no that’s not the tea kettle whistling. it’s Mitsuri.

Truthfully, Kanroji places you on such a significant pedestal that you may find yourself uneasy. It’s really only a matter of time before you’ve disappointed in her some way. That’s apart of relationships—you can give your best at all times, and still fall short. Her high expectations of you, only mean that the smallest slip can result in a wound.

Not that she’ll admit it.

It goes without saying, that the Love Hashira takes matters of the heart, and your relationship very seriously. Commitment is no laughing matter. It is approached with the most certainty. Mitsuri will remain steadfast to you.

Loyal through pumps and gaps in the relationship. Her idealism can make her a bit of an unintentional victim, and far too willing to look over red flags. Her determination to see this through, could result in her remaining faithful despite consistent slights from her partner.

but you wouldn’t do that to her, RIGHT?

She is in it for the longhaul.

Painfully slow.

Communication with Kanroji has the risk of being one-sided at times, and for the most part, she really doesn’t mind. She adores the way you can express everything to her, that you trust her to safeguard every aspect of yourself. She’s not one to pass judgement in general, but to her partner, she will always stand.

That being said, you will find that even at times in which you attempt to guide the conversation towards her, she may fumble. It’s not that she doesn’t communicate, or share, it’s that it always catches her by surprise. She needs a moment to articulate.

To find the words to express herself appropriately.

her love is after all immense, finding words is a struggle.

Her silence isn’t necessarily her ignoring you. Just give her a moment.

As in dating and pursuing you, conversations will often find themselves on some complex notes. The Love Hashira will always seize the opportunity to know you in depth. Your dreams. Your thoughts, on everything! She’s a deep diver. Mitsuri can and will spend hours listening to you. Problems, aspirations. Annoyances, joys, she is always willing to offer her ear. and unique advice

As you can imagine from someone who’s breathing is focused around love. Confrontation does not come easily to dreamer. In fact, it’s more accurate to say that she’s a peacekeeper.

She will go out of her way to avoid difficult topics that hinge on disagreements.

Like other Hashiras, Mitsuri has a preference to keep her eye on the “big picture,” and as such, she will prioritize the conservation of the relationship. She will dodged every argument as much as she possibly can, even at the risk of worsening a situation.

She really, really hates criticism.

Rather than viewing it as a way to improve, or understanding the good nature intentions that often accompany it, Kanroji is more likely to take it as an attack rather than a suggestion. Take great care in how you approach conversations.

Her avoidance is more likely to spark a deeper issue between the two of you, especially if you are the type to insist on resolving issues as they appear. Her dismissal may trigger the feeling that you are not worth her time, rather than reveal her concern that a conflict may absolve your bond.

Conflict and resolution will take time. Trial and run between the two of you.

For all that Mitsuri is, understanding and compassionate, she is after all still human. There will be moments of jealousy, and depending on what sparks them is indicative as to how she will handle such invasive emotions.

For the Love Hashira, she has a tender spot when it comes to whether or not she is feminine enough in how she conducts herself, and she may have a small touch of inferiority when met with a co-worker, or friend that shines in this area. To be clear, she adores that this individual has all of the traits she feels she lacks, and she does not place the blame on you. She is all too aware that this envy is born of her own insecurities, and as such, she’ll try to downplay her response.

She will do everything she can to relaxed, and let go of the situation such as these—she doesn’t want to upset others, and she’s aware that it’s a small touch of irrationality that has given her this impression. It will pass, and so, she’ll remain trusting of you.

Kanroji does after all place a high importance on the value of trust in your relationship, and such scenarios as the one above is not born out of you failing her.

That being said, there may be a moment in which someone has pushed past her boundaries. Openly declared their affections for you she’s a little jealous at the openness of the confession, but to have them press against you despite your rejection.

She will not stand for it.

For one thing, forcing yourself on someone else is problematic in itself, but, but, but.they embraced you!

These moments of outburst, they’re certainly not over nothing, and shouldn’t be ignored.

Though she may be gentle in demeanor, Mitsuri is by nature, protective of her lover. The Love Hashira is not one to allow slander let alone to her partner, and she will not hesitate to verbally declare the inappropriateness of such. No one will dare to drag your name, or threaten your honor! Not on her watch!

It should come with little to no surprise , but Mitsuri wants children. At the core of her being, she prays for a family. To be the ideal wife for her partner, a perfect mother to her children.

She would welcome baring the children herself, or having her partner do so as well. As a whole, Mitsuri is welcoming to motherhood regardless of the way that it greets her. Whether biological, or adopted, her adoration for your little ones knows no bounds.

While Kanroji is the type to insist on being warm and considerate of her child’s feelings, I believe that she does run the risk of being too doting of a mother. Burning herself in an attempt to maintain the homestead, but also juggling the intense emotion and noise family life can provide. Remember, she feels things deeply.

I also imagine that a partner who does not seek out a family of some sort, may very well be a source of frustration and tension in the relationship. If you are not willing to express your reasoning for aversion, you may find yourself on the tail end of a deal breaker, but breathe in. She is after all, willing to hear you out. Be honest.

Don’t lie.

Mitsuri is very forthcoming with herself, and strives to be the ideal partner. As soon as she has an implication to what your desired love language is, she will do everything she can to meet it. I imagine her actually going to each individual Hashira and asking for ideas on how to she can accomplish ensuring you feel adored. The other Hashira are for the most part, willing to entertain her request. She is their beacon of hope, and willing to share some leads for her to pursue. Tanjiro and Nezuko are happy to accompany her on shopping trips, although Tanjiro feels that it’s more important it’s from the heart.

It won’t be until Sanemi growls something that you were clued in. The first few times, he answered her honestly, gave her recipe ideas, told her where she could find beautiful butterflies, but as time went on.. this shit is making him nauseous.

Physical intimacy will take her some time; Mitsuri adores contact. She’s a little oblivous of the way that she presses against you can elicit re actions., but she craves small touches. The touch of a shoulder when she’s nervous. She’ll lean into your hand, dare to nestle into it. While she is shy, she’ll fan the burning of her cheeks when you dare to hold her hand in public, the bashful smile she tucks as she looks away. Understand that while Kanroji savors physical intimacy, it won’t be immediate. At times, it may feel like an uphill battle, a shy love that is only willing to blossom as you give it time. And you will have to give it time. For Mitsuri, such intimacies are proof of her growing trust in you as a partner.

Praise is not something that Mitsuri struggles with, and when you consider how willing she is to impart it on others, you may have ebbs of jealousy from time to time, but know that her praise for you is something different entirely. It’s open, shy, and giving. Warm, and cooed in the way she gazes at you. Each sentence carved out of her love, and adoration. Delved between lips that coo your worthy, remind you of the depths of her appreciation for you. In return, Kanroji loves when you take the time to return the listening ear she often provides you. However, you should be aware that she will refute your compliments. Insist she doesn’t deserve it, and downplay her own accomplishments. It’s not that she doesn’t appreciate that you offered her such words of kindness, she does. She really does. A small compliment you imparted on her years ago, she carries it with her always. Mitsuri remembers it even if you do not. She adores the praise, but it does catch her off guard.

Quality time is her true strength. Just as willing she is to listen to every detail of your day, Mitsuri is content with spending any time you will pay her. She soaks up every moment regardless of what you are doing together. She is happy to spirit you away for an onsen, to cook dinner together even if you are a terrible cook, and even more daring pursuits. She won’t mind asking Uzui for ideas on more thrilling experiences if she feels you would enjoy it. Mitsuri is fairly playful, and while she may not take it to such extremes like the Sound Hashria, she will give it her all. She’ll take you snorkeling, explore caverns, and gaze at the stars from deep in the mountains on a camping trip. Take you to feed abandoned strays, and demonstrate the appropriate way to approach wild dogs. Don’t worry! She does this all the time!

With her intense information collection, I mean the woman has memorized everything, EVERYTHING you have ever shared. Gift giving is something she will only struggle with due to her over generosity. Would you prefer the oranges, or the persimmons? Oh maybe the limited melon addition? She can’t decide. She bought all of them. When she passes by your home town, she’ll stop by and pick up your mother’s cooking, and rush home to you. A book you mentioned adoring as a child, she hunted it down. with Shinobu’s help. Gifts given by Mitsuri would be born of the most personal significance. Heartfelt, and creative. Personalized just for you.

The area in which I imagine Mitsuri may struggle with is actually acts of service. It may seem a little odd, but the truth is that Mitsuri often struggles to keep to task. While I imagine that she would do her best, things like picking up your favorite snack without being requested to, simply because she noticed you were running low. Securing you a matching pair of socks to match her own. If looks could kill, be wary of Obanai. Placing your kimono in the wash because she noticed the stain, securing the small unravels that have begun to show on its aged seams, making your favorite breakfast early in the morning before you’ve even waken, these are all things that would come naturally to Kanroji. However, more practical things or follow through may be her down fall. She gets so excited in taking care of you, in picking up your snacks she’ll go over board. In wanting to wash your kimono, ah! She realized that you may want your bedding done as well, accidentally leaving your kimono… soaked, and not out to dry properly. She means well, she does, but her over enthusiasm leads her to incomplete projects. Which may feel burdensome, and another task for you to finish, Know that she really had the best intentions.

The reality is, to be in love with Kanroji is to know devotion. It’s dedication that is born of the spirit and the soul. To know that no other love shall ever compare, nor will one ever gift to you as much of themselves as she will. It’s to know sacrifices, to know selflessness. Faithfulness and dedication regardless of the years, the distance, and time between meeting. Her thoughts never leave you. Every moment of her dedicated to a day dream. To be loved by Mitsuri is like a day dream. Soft, and encompassing. The passing of sunlight, rays that kiss between your fingers. The longing of touch and heart, and secured bonds. The time together cherished in a way that can not be described, nor captured such as sunlight in a jar. It’s to know unwavering loyalty, to know morning kisses on the nose. To be enticed into snuggles, and relentless steadfast pursuit. To never worry that affections will fade, but rather to live your life in a constant courtship. Daring to woo you.

For all of time.

Well beyond your years.

Until age takes you from her.

#demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny x reader #mitsuri x reader #mitsuri kanroji #thehashirasinarelationship

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krshush · 4 months ago

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Goddd, Erik DQXI, I love you so much. Welcome back, bud 💕

#Strohl 🤝 Erik: being your first party member and doing a sassy lil hand(s) on hips pose #K.R. shush #K.R. can't play DQXI

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I love your newest Doffy drabble. I think for feisty reader, they would challenge him. Do any small act of domination they can get away with. Choking him back during sex. Spitting in their food. Burning the fancy clothes he has hand-tailored for them. Of course it’s futile cuz he is unfortunately a sadomasochist…inevitably, the punishments get so much worse… but it’s not usually physical torture. It’s psychological. He’ll take advantage of any weakness, any character defect you have. If you have a big head, he’s fucking you in front of his entire crew any chance he gets. And maybe tries to get them involved. Saying THE nastiest shit, too. He’s always around because he has to get rid of that nasty attitude, nip it in the bud. I could go on, but there are many thoughts and they keep getting worse lmfao.

💕💕 I'm glad you liked it!! A lethargic/depressed darling is pretty interesting - because some would surely want to beat the blues out of you while others welcome the surrender, the dead eyes... So many possibilities...

You bring up good points, especially sadomasochistic Doflamingo. Can you imagine trying to strangle him, to wrap those puny hands (because who isn't tiny compared to three entire meters of Celestial Dragon?) around his bull-thick neck? He'll just moan and fuck you harder, spurring you on with both mocking and gleeful words. You bite him,anywhere, anytime, draw blood with your dull teeth? He'll make the most obscene sound and order you to do it again, but harder. There is no fighting this man - and even if your tantrums are annoying him sometimes, there is no consistency to his training. Sometimes you get punished for the twitch of a brow, the next day you can chafe your tongue with vitriol, he simply smiles at your efforts.

In general, I think he lets you get away with a lot - because what are you if not a yappy little mammal, barking up a storm by his feet? You can't harm him, you can't leave him - it's fun to watch your eyes go red with rage and it tires you out so nicely. As long as it's entertaining, you may continue. And when it's not, he has his ways. Be that fucking your mouth in front of unsuspecting people or locking you into some drab little room for a few days to gain some peace.

I can't decide if he wants to get rid of that attitude (and is just lazy about discipline) or if he likes your putrid behavior, your shock and humiliation when he mounts your face at the dinner table because you didn't want to eat what is in front of you - so he'll feed you something else, hm? Maybe he thinks you'll eventually lose your spunk once you realize how hopeless it all is, maybe he wants you to fight back forever so he has steaming little foot rest to put his lacquered shoes onto.

Really, who truly knows with that man? It's all fun forever, palm trees and cocktails and blood and power...

#t3arlikeglass #tw.yandere #/doflamingo #/one piece

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sea-lanterns · 2 years ago

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omggg! welcome back beautiful, I’m glad to see you’re feeling better mentally!! take care of yourself out there bud. I hope your cold goes away as well!

Glad to see you too beautiful 💕

And yes, this cold is just AWFUL. I don’t even think it’s a cold anymore because everything is so sore (and not in the fun way) I’ll probably be better in 1-2 days, but right now I’m just formatting my WIPs for this week. Both for star rail and for genshin :)

#🫧feeding the fishes #trendywaifus

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jimiminily · 1 year ago

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🌹𝐻𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑯𝒐𝒃𝒊 🌹

Enjoy your 30! 💜

18.02.2024

Happiest 30th bday hobiiii 🎂🥳💕 A day full of sunshine, when hobi came

I miss him vm like at least he's coming back in like 8 months (17 oct) AND THAT'S VERY SOON (gaslighting myself) AND HOW HE TURNED 30?!?! HE WAS LIKE 26 WHEN I GOT TO KNOW HIM TIME IS PASSING BY SO FAST 😭

He's so adorable and sweet I miss him so much I can't believe we all have to go thru this wdym he's serving in the military ???? Stay safe and happy hobi ♡♡ goodluck with your service I love you so much 🥹💜

Time will pass quickly 🫡

He also wrote a letter on weverse today ♡

(Translation)

" ARMY !!!!!!!!!! this is hoseok~💕🫡

this is really.. fascinating/crazy !!!! my birthday did come...😅

i thought my birthday won't come while serving in the military...

but it's already february 18th ahhahahahah!!!

what does that mean..? it means! 'time goes on...' hahahaha

it's so fascinating that i ended up rambling on. 😅🤣

anyways, this is my first and last birthday i will be spending as an army soldier...! but these days, i really feel your love and interests in a big way hehe

from the reactions from those around me to the events you were hosting, i fully felt it with my skin so i think i feel <that love and interest> more!!! it's interesting and i feel like.. my shoulder goes up too:) (meaning that he feels proud)🤩😋🤩😙

it's all because of having our ARMYs right?🫡🫡😂😂

no matter what situation, in my heart, you all are always in the center...!! it's a big part that i never forgot while promoting/working for over the 10 years. 💝

though i always express and it might not be enough, but thank so much!!

thank you so much and i love you for being our fan and jhopes fan!

thanks to you, i am not lonely this birthday too!!!

i will healthily discharge from the military and greet you cooly!!

thank you!!

-from ARMY, to ARMY- "

No way he wrote "from ARMY, to ARMY-"

Welcome to the team bud 😭 this letter is super sweet :(

And he wrote an advanced letter too for his bday!

[HobisLetter] 📬Letter from jhope

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"happy birthday jhope ♡♡♡

it is my birthday !!! 18th of february 2024...

a lot of people will be wishing me a happy birthday then too right ??,,,, kekeke just my wish..

i think it would be good to just tell you how im doing now !!

everyone, im adjusting well and doing welll~~!!

very healthily~~ ♡♡ hahahaha

the memories of getting lots of birthday wishes from you all every birthday is clear.

ive also celebrated my birthday together with you too !!

it is a shame that i have to give my greetings in a different way because i am completing my service.. but right now in my heart, i am thinking of you guys and am have strong feelings missing you even more !!

i was able to receive so many birthday wishes and my birthday was even more meaningful because of you all. this time again, i want to convey how thankful i always am from the bottom of my heart, that much more!!

i love you, for today, let us all have a hope day~♡♡"

And guess what! He also posted an :p

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They celebrated in the military too 🥹🎂💕 have fun in your free time

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Happy 30th Birthday to the gorgeous, super talented record-breaking, history-making Million-seller rapper, singer-songwriter, dancer, record producer, choreographer & Global Icon, the One & Only j-hope who rings in his birthday, trending at #1 WORLDWIDE on /TwitterX! 👏🎂🎉🌟🐐👑💜

j-hope rose to fame as the main Rapper of BTS, the Biggest band in the world! He is a hugely successful Solo Artist in his own right and one of the Best K-act performers, always paving the way! He was the first K-soloist to enter the “Top 100 Most Followed Artists” on Spotify, the first K-Soloist to surpass 16 Million followers and the most followed on Spotify for many years (now 2nd)! He's the 1st K-soloist to debut an album (Jack in the box) with over 60Million streams and the 1st k-Soloist to have 3 albums surpassing 500 Million streams on Spotify! j-hope is also the 1st South Korean Artist in history to headline a major US music festival "Lollapalooza" and the highest ticket- selling artist in Lollapalooza’s history! With his song "on the street" J-Hope is the 1st Asian Act to enter the Top 10 of the Billboard R&B/Hip-Hop Digital Song Sales Year End Chart and the 1st member of BTS to earn a top-40 entry on the UK Singles Chart following its debut at #37, setting a new record as the highest-charting Korean soloist in the history of the chart at the time! j-hope ties PSY as the 4th K-act with the most #1 hits in World Digital Song Sales chart history after BTS! j-hope's solo discography including his songs under BTS has achieved 1,500 #1's on iTunes! He ties Suga as the Rapper with the most songs with over 100 x #1s on iTunes! His first solo mixtape, 'Hope World', in 2018 peaked at #38 on the US Billboard 200, breaking the record for the highest-charting album by a K- soloist at the time. He became the 1st member of BTS to enter the Billboard Hot 100 as a soloist in 2019, with his single "Chicken Noodle Soup", ft BeckyG, which debuted at #81. In 2022, J-Hope's chart-topping debut studio album 'Jack in the Box', scored the 5th biggest Album debut among K-soloists in history! J-hope is also the 1st K-Act to headline Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve in 2022!

j-hope has received 30 nominations and has won numerous awards including a Golden Disc Award in 2023, a Korean Hip Hop Award in 2023 for Best R& B track for "Rush Hour" with Crush and 2 MAMA Awards in 2022 including Most Popular Male Artist! In 2018, he was awarded the fifth-class Hwagwan Order of Cultural Merit by the President of South Korea and in 2021, he was appointed Special Presidential Envoy for Future Generations and Culture by President Moon Jae-in to help "lead the global agenda for future generations, such as sustainable growth" and "expand South Korea's diplomatic efforts and global standing" in the international community!

Further cementing him as one of the most influential K-figures globally.

And guess what!!!! >< he will release a new special album!!!!! BigHit just announced it!

"We are pleased to announce the release of “HOPE ON THE STREET VOL.1,” a special album by BTS member j-hope.

“HOPE ON THE STREET VOL.1” is a special album featuring a total of six tracks and will be released alongside “HOPE ON THE STREET,” a docuseries that trails j-hope’s dance journey.

Please join j-hope as he looks back on his dance journey by listening to “HOPE ON THE STREET VOL.1” and watching the “HOPE ON THE STREET” docuseries.

*Release Date: 1 PM, Friday, March 29, 2024 (KST)"

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Hellooo I have a teeny tiny request: dbf!joel taking readers virginity 👀👀 what do you think? The idea just struck me and i believe this would be soo hot but also cute 😳 sry i‘m just a sucker for intimacy 🙈

Anyways it‘s just an idea, no stress, i love your writing 💕

A/N: wheeew, thank you for the request anon! I tried to write Joel a little softer here and it just had me in a mess! I hope this is okay for you and you enjoy it!! I’m sorry for the delay, honey <3

Summary: Joel was always hanging around your house and your dad, one way or another. You wanted him, and badly. He needed to be your first.

Word Count: 3.9k

Characters: dbf!joel miller x virgin!reader (f)

Warnings: 18+, minors dni! fingering (f receiving), first time reader, unprotected p in v (do better pls), slight praise kink if you squint, age gap (everyone is of legal and consenting age, reader’s age not specified)

It was a warm spring day, you were sat in the garden with a beer in your hand; across from you was your dad and his best friend, Joel Miller. Joel was almost a permanent fixture around your house now, he had been in your life for years and it was near impossible to imagine life without him, or how life was before him.

He was a handsome man, close to your father’s age and admittedly, you had quite the crush on him and had done for a few years. Of course you hadn’t acted on it, you didn’t want to upset your dad or ruin anything in your life but then there were the lonely nights that you spent alone, your fingers rubbing at your clit frustratedly, never managing to finish, as you imagined the older man taking your virginity. You knew it was wrong but it didn’t stop you from fantasising, only now, it seemed to happen more frequently.

You smiled as you sipped your beer, your mind wandering as your father and Joel were in deep conversations; occasionally you would throw in a laugh or reply to something either of them said but for the most part, you just enjoyed soaking up their conversations and the late evening sunset.

You weren’t really sure how you had got to your age and hadn’t slept with anyone yet and part of you felt shame that you hadn’t, thanks to the throwaway comments from your friends or the way the media portrayed casual sex. You felt inexperienced and the longer you went without it, the feeling of shame and nerves only seemed to grow, you cursed society and your friends for making you feel that way. You had boyfriends previously but the time never felt right for you, and for that, you were proud of your morals and how you stuck to them. A lot of the time, when you didn’t put out for a partner, they left you and it was frustrating, and more importantly, hurtful. Still, no one ever felt right, no one ever seemed to compare to Joel in your mind.

The sun had fully set by now, your dad and Joel were still arguing back and forth about something trivial and you laughed fondly as you watched them two of them. You had gone inside and to get a blanket which was now wrapped around your shoulders, the chill of the evening not effecting you.

“Sweetpea, I’m gonna head inside and get some rest. Thank you for a lovely day and night.” Your dad spoke to you, fully addressing you. You smiled into his side as he gave you a brief hug and kissed the top of your head.

“You okay to see yourself out? You’re more than welcome to stay the night. Y/N can setup the pullout for you!” Your dad offered to Joel.

“I’ll finish up my beer and see how I feel after, thanks bud. I’ll see you in a couple days, at the bar, if I don’t end up staying. Thanks again.” Joel spoke, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine.

“Don’t catch a cold.” Your dad said, peering down at you when he felt you shiver. “I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love ya too, dad. I’m fine. Goodnight.” You called to him as he closed the patio door behind him.

A silence fell between the two of you, you placed your bottle onto the garden table and looked up to the sky, stars were slowly starting to twinkle in the evening’s dusk and you sighed.

“What’s up, princess?” Joel asked, he often called you various pet names but that one always hit differently.

“What does sex feel like?” You asked nonchalantly.

Joel spluttered on his mouthful of beer and placed it down, clearing his throat. “Has your daddy not had the chat with you?”

“Well duh, of course he has but he hasn’t exactly told me what it feels like.” You huffed frustratedly, now looking at Joel.

“I uh, I don’t know how to answer that question, really.” Joel admitted quietly. “Have you, uh, have you not?” His question tailed off as you shook your head in response.

“Nope.” You hugged again, wrapping the blanket tighter round you. “Can’t even manage to cum when I touch myself either.”

Joel shifted in his seat, somewhere in his mind he pictured you laid out on your bed, your fingers buried deep in yourself with a frown as you tried to work yourself to release. He pushed those thoughts deep down and shook his head.

“Well it’s different for guys, princess. A lot easier.” He shrugged, hoping you would drop the conversation.

“Yeah but you’ve obviously had sex with women!” You said casually.

“Obviously.” Joel retorted.

“Exactly, so like, you know how to make them cum unless, Joel Miller, you’re openly admitting you don’t know how to please a woman.” You laughed.

“I know how to please a woman!” He defended. “Plenty of women, and I ain’t ever had complaints.”

“Show me.”

It was a throwaway comment, the beers you had consumed flowed through your veins and made your lips a little looser than normal. Before you had registered it fully, the words had fallen from your mouth.

“I’m sorry?! What?!” Joel asked, his voice a raised whisper.

“S-show me… I want my first time to matter, Joel. I want it to be with someone who knows me and cares about me. You care about me, right?” You asked, getting out of your seat and sitting into Joel’s lap, your blanket discarded.

“Princess. I can’t… I… it wouldn’t be right…” He mumbled, sounding like he was trying to convince himself more than anything. “Your daddy would kill us both.”

“I’ll be quiet, please Joel… I’m desperate. Please.” You begged, your voice high and whiny. “I’ve seen the way you watch me, your eyes follow me around like a lost puppy. Especially when I wear little dresses. I’ve noticed it and I’m telling you right now, I feel the same.”

Before Joel could argue again, you dipped your head down and closed the space between your faces to place and innocent kiss to the male’s lips. As soon as you made contact you moaned softly into it; his lips were soft against his rough facial hair and it made you wetter than you could have imagined before.

Joel held his hands up innocently, unsure whether he should indulge in this moment or not but there you were, sitting in his lap needy and innocent, quite literally begging for him. Cautiously he began to kiss you back, one hand came up to hold your cheek and the other held your knee gently. He commanded the kiss, tilting your head to the right angle as he dipped his tongue into your mouth to explore you further. He could taste the beer on your breath and the faint cherry of your chapstick, it drove him mad and he wanted more.

“You’re gonna kill me.” He whispered almost silently. “Are you sure you want this? You won’t be able to have your first time again, are you sure you wanna waste it on me?”

“Joel,” you stopped him from rambling further. “Anytime I’ve touched myself I’ve imagined it was you, I want you so badly. Please show me how to do it.” You whined.

Joel’s hand tensed gently on your knee, the fact that he was the star in your late-night thoughts made him wanna take you right there and then.

“Inside. We need to go inside, I’m not fuckin’ you on the table. Not for your first time, anyway.” Joel teased with a wink. “You’re gon’ have to be real quiet for me though, little girl.”

You stood from Joel’s lap and nodded eagerly. “Of course I’ll be quiet, scouts honour.”

Joel laughed, a short breathless noise and followed behind you as you led him inside and upstairs to your room.

As soon as you quietly clicked your door shut, the tension seemed to fill the room once more and you stood awkwardly by the bed.

“Come sit, relax, princess.” Joel said quietly, his voice soft and hushed.

He sat on the foot of your bed and gently tapped the space next to him, you happily obliged and sat down next to him. You looked up at him and swallowed roughly.

“You nervous?” He asked gently and you nodded in response. “That’s fair enough, I promise I’ll be real gentle with you, darlin’ and if you wanna stop at any point, you tell me and we stop. This is all on your terms, okay?” He asked tenderly, brushing your hair out of your face to cup your cheek.

You leant forward and caught Joel’s lips in a quick kiss. “I — what do we do now?” You asked.

“What have you done before? Have you ever touched a guy before?” Joel asked and you shook your head to say no. “So you’ve never touched a guy’s cock before?”

“N-no!” You replied, almost ludicrously. “A guy tried to make me once but I left in tears and that was that.” You admittedly quietly and Joel stroked his thumb tenderly across your bottom lip.

“Okay, well that’s not going to happen here. I’ve got you now. Okay?” He asked.

“Okay.”

“Let’s start by getting you out of your clothes and comfortable on the bed, is that alright?” Joel asked.

You nodded again, not trusting your voice as Joel removed his hand from your face to gently pull your t-shirt over your head. He then worked on your jeans, he unbuttoned them and you stood to shimmy them off your legs, you stood there a little awkwardly as Joel took in your form and admired your body.

“Look at you.” He breathed, his rough hands smoothed over your sides and cupped your ass gently.

You let out a quiet giggle as your cheeks flushed a light pink in embarrassment; no one had ever complimented your body before.

“J-Joel, can I see you now?” You whispered, your voice shaking with pure anticipation.

He smiled at you and gave a simple nod before he pulled his grey T-shirt over his head and pulled down his jeans before discarding them with your clothes. Your eyes roamed the expanse of tanned skin, hair peppered his chest lightly and a dark trail led down to his boxers where you could clearly see his half-hard cock. You had dreamt about his moment, being able to see Joel in such a state and it made your privates throb with need.

“Why don’t you lay back and show me how you touch yourself, pretty girl.” Joel said smoothly, sitting down next to you on the bed again. “I can help from there.”

“Okay…” you muttered, quickly standing to shed your damp panties before you got onto your bed and laid down so your back was resting against your pillows.

Joel shifted so he was positioned next to you, he was laid on his side and he watched eagerly as you let your thighs drop and you spread yourself further for him to see. He held back a groan as he watched your fingers dip between your wet folds as you began to circle your clit. You let out a high-pitched moan before you clamped your teeth into your bottom lip to silence yourself from making another sound.

You screwed your eyes shut and your brows furrowed together as you rubbed at your clit harshly, trying to bring yourself closer to orgasming but never quite getting there.

“Woah they’re darlin’, slow it down a notch… or ten.” He chuckled quietly, his hand coming to rest on top of yours to slow your movements down with ease.

“Do it for me.” You huffed, opening your eyes to search for Joel’s. “Please.” You whined.

Joel took your hand in his and brought your slicked fingers up to his mouth, he sucked them eagerly and moaned softly as your arousal flooded his mouth. Your eyes shot open widely, shock flooding them and you throbbed as you watched him. You rubbed your thighs together and whimpered weakly.

“Sh sh shh, darlin’.” Joel cooed when he released your fingers from your mouth.

He gently pried your thighs apart with his hand, your own fell to the side of you and your fingers toyed nervously with the sheets below you.

“I’m gonna touch you, princess but you’re gonna have to be real quiet and you’re gonna need to relax for me.” Joel instructed sternly but his voice was edged with softness.

You looked at his face and bit on your bottom lip, nodding your head in agreement. Joel ran his fingers through your wet slit and he bit back a groan at how wet you were already, so receptive and needy for him to touch you. You shifted under his touch, it felt so different to your own fingers or when you would hump at your pillows in frustration. His skilled fingers found your clit quickly and he circled the sensitive bud with delicious pressure, you bit back a loud moan and looked at Joel with mild confusion at how it could feel so good so quickly.

“Feel good?” Joel asked quietly, his breath fanned gently over your lips.

“S-so so good!” You whimpered, your voice shaking as Joel worked his fingers perfectly over your clit.

“Is it okay if I finger you? You wanna see how it feels to have my fingers in you? I’ll be really gentle, princess.”

You nodded eagerly, not trusting your shaky voice to form a proper sentence. Before you had time to fully register it, Joel was gently pressing a finger into your tight hole, there was slight resistance as your wet heat stretched around his thick digit. You mewled quietly, the noise partly out of pain but mostly pleasure.

“Shhh, I know, baby girl. I know. You’ve got this.” He whispered, kissing your cheek and your neck, trying to distract you from any discomfort as Joel’s palm met your body. “I’m gonna move my finger now.” He whispered and your body fluttered with adoration as he talked you through what he was going to do next.

Just as he said, Joel pulled his finger out and gently pushed it back into you. He felt almost alien as he worked his finger in and out of your tight hole, he felt amazing and somewhere in your mind, you thought how you always wanted Joel in you. His thumb gently circled your clit and whilst you were distracted with the intense pleasure, he gently pushed a second finger into you, stretching you further and your eyes balled shut instantly.

“Baby girl, you gotta relax for me. That’s it, atta girl, doing such a good job. I know, I know.” He cooed, his voice was so soft and it sent shivers down your spine as his thumb still circled your clit whilst his fingers scissored you open.

“Feels…” you whined. “Feels so good!” You whispered, your eyes opening to look at Joel. “Please kiss me.” You asked tenderly.

He obliged happily and his lips pressed to yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue invaded your mouth and you laid there as you took all he had to offer you. His fingers moved in you with ease now as you adjusted to the foreign stretch and somewhere in the depth of your belly, something bubbled and grew deeper. You had come this close before but never managed to get yourself over the edge. You moaned into Joel’s mouth, a little too loudly as he quickened his pace.

“Fuck Joel,” you cursed against his lips as you panted, your chest heaved in your bra.

Joel smirked, using his spare hand to free one of your breasts from your bra and he sucked your nipple into his mouth; his teeth nipped gently at it before he sucked on it a little harsher causing your back to arch up to him.

“Something feels weird.” You mumbled, your voice was a quiet gasp. “Feels like I need to pee or something.”

You felt embarrassed, not sure what was happening, usually when you got this far you would stop and go use the bathroom before coming back and trying again to make yourself cum but it never happened.

“Mhmm, means you’re close. Means you’re gonna cum on my fingers.” Joel whispered, his breath fanned out onto your damp nipple and it caused a shiver to run down your spine. “That’s it, cum for me, please, princess.” Joel pleaded.

Your thighs shuddered at his words, your hips spasmed upwards and you brought your hand to your mouth to keep yourself quiet as you felt yourself get slicker and cum around Joel’s fingers, your walls fluttered around his fingers and he praised you quietly, his mouth back near your neck.

Joel pulled his fingers out of you and you grimaced at the lack of being full. He teasingly ran his fingers through your soaked folds and he groaned softly into your ear.

“You’re so wet, you came so hard for me. Such a good girl. Was that your first time? You never managed to do that?” Joel whispered his praises.

“Mhm, n-never managed to do that. Felt so good.”

“Now imagine how good my cock would feel… you think you’re ready for that, little girl?”

“Please.” You breathed, your hand shakily reaching for Joel’s hard member in his boxers. Your hand delicately palmed him through the thin fabric and you gasped at the feeling of him, he felt impossibly big compared to his fingers and your tummy fluttered with nerves and deep arousal. “You’re so… big!”

Joel laughed and switched his position on the bed so he was situated between your thighs. “Promise to be so gentle with you.” He whispered, awkwardly shifting out of his boxers so he was finally fully naked.

Your hands hungrily roamed the vast expanse of Joel’s skin and you hummed in appreciation, the moment you had dreamt of so many times was finally here and you couldn’t quite believe it.

“Fuck me, please. Just do it already, I’m so turned on I’m shaking.” You whispered, making sure your voice was a hushed tone and it was true, your limbs shook with the anticipation of what was to come and you were shivering under Joel’s gaze.

You had discarded your bra and laid there fully naked for him, he brushed his cock head against your clit and you let out a loud gasp, the different sensation taking you by surprise. Joel looked at you and cocked an eyebrow as warning and you nodded, taking the hint and bit on your bottom lip.

“You have to stay quiet otherwise your daddy is gonna hear you being such a good girl for me and I know you don’t want him to see how needy you are for his best friend’s cock.”

He took his length and gently, so incredibly gently pressed the tip of himself into your hole. You bit down harder on your lip and your fingers scratched at Joel’s shoulders, trying to anchor yourself to him as he inserted himself slowly into you.

Your nails left harsh crescent moon shapes into the skin on Joel’s shoulders as he bottomed out inside of you, you stretched around him and he held your cheek tenderly as you adjusted around his thick member.

“I know baby girl, I know. Shh, such a good girl. That’s it, so good for me.” He whispered, his sweet praises sending a delicious shiver down your spine and straight to your core. You turned your head and pressed a kiss to his hand as the sting of the stretch finally started to wear off.

“You can move now…” You muttered softly.

Joel nodded and his hand left your face to hold your hips tightly as he pulled his hips back and sensually rolled them forward to push back into you. You whimpered, the noise was loud and it echoed into your room. Joel tutted and one of his hands clamped gently over your mouth, he squeezed your face gently as he built up a steady pace.

His cock fucked into you, he managed to roll his hips just right and soon enough we was hitting the soft spot inside your spongy walls that had you moaning pathetically under Joel’s palm, the noises were drowned out as his hand squeezed over your mouth harder.

“Touch your pretty little clit for me, princess. I want you to feel how good it is to cum on a cock. On my cock.” Joel groaned as your greedy hole sucked him in deeper and harder.

You took Joel’s instructions and two fingers circled around your clit, you took onboard what Joel said earlier about going slower and it worked wonders, your eyes rolled back into your head as your stomach knotted tightly like a coiled spring. Your mouth opened under Joel’s palm and as you were about to speak, Joel stalled his hips. He was buried deep in you and instead of pulling back to push back into you, he rolled his hips so the tip of his cock nudged into you deeper than before. Your eyes fluttered shut, your fingers sped up and Joel took the chance to finally push back into you roughly. That perfectly timed dance had you cumming around Joel’s cock, the spring in your stomach snapped and you fell apart at the seams as Joel fucked you rougher.

You whimpered as the overstimulation kicked in and Joel took you for his own, he fucked into you quicker than before and you laid there taking everything he had.

“Where do you want me to cum, princess?” Joel asked.

“M-mouth.” You shuddered out.

“Naughty girl.” He chuckled lowly and pulled out of you, you winced at the feeling, already knowing you would feel sore tomorrow.

Joel positioned himself on the bed, knelt beside you as you sat up and timidly reached your hand up to wrap around his length. You gave a few testing stroke and he nodded down at you, encouraging you to move your hand faster. You did exactly that, your fingers worked nimbly around him as you stroked him to orgasm. You opened your mouth eagerly, your tongue sticking out and you made a small noise as the first spurt of his hot cum landed on your tongue.

“Good girl, that’s it. Fuck you’re gonna kill me, look up at me with my cum on your tongue. That’s it.” He groaned, his voice low and sultry as your eyes locked with him.

You couldn’t help but smile as you swallowed down every drop Joel had to give you. Your tongue licked at your lips as Joel swiped his thumb across your cheek.

“Fucking hell, princess.” He huffed, collapsing onto the bed next to you.

You couldn’t help but giggle and you rolled over to look at the older male. “Thank you, Joel. I really appreciate it.”

“No need to thank me. Thank you, for trusting me with your first time.” He looked down at you, his hand reaching out to tenderly touch your cheek as he captured your lips in a soft kiss.

You smiled into the kiss as your fingers tickled through the hair on his chest absently.

“Never wanna stop feeling this good.” You hummed. “You wanna stay here with me for a bit? Please?” You asked shyly as if you hadn’t just had the male in you moments ago.

“Okay princess, just till you fall asleep. Don’t wanna have to explain that one to your daddy.” He laughed softly and kissed your forehead once as your eyes fluttered shut for the night.

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hauntedhowlett-writes · 2 years ago

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title: miss me in your bones | chapter one

pairing: dad’s best friend!joel miller/female reader

chapter rating: PG13

chapters: 1/?

read on AO3 | masterlist

summary:

When Joel Miller started his own contracting business, he didn’t expect all the administrative tasks that came with it. As a result, his budding business is in desperate need of help.

Good thing his best friend’s daughter is home for the summer from college. And sure, he’s always been attracted to you, but he can keep that under control.

It’s just one summer, right?

author’s note: oh look, another multi-chapter joel miller au. this one will be a slower(er) burn than “cruel summer”, with more angst. i’m in my folklore era, sorry y’all. please consider leaving a comment if you liked the chapter! 💕

content warnings/additional tags: au - no outbreak, age difference (21f and 36m), mutual pining, dad’s best friend!joel, college student!reader, no sarah, brief mention of joel’s attraction to the reader when she’s 17.

“You still need help with your bookkeeping?” Joel’s best friend asks as they sip their beers, basketball game playing on the TV.

Joel has recently branched out and started his own contracting business, a dream he’s had since he started working fresh out of high school. He’s taken a few night classes and earned himself an associates degree in business administration from the community college, in the hopes that it might help him not drive his budding business venture straight into the dirt.

What he wasn’t prepared for was the volume of administrative tasks he’d have to take on. Invoicing, pricing, scheduling, negotiating, and the list keeps growing. Joel just wants to bring a vision to life with his hands. He doesn’t want to have to sit at a computer for hours a day before getting to the fun stuff.

He sighs. “Yeah, I’m drownin’ in all that stuff. Seems like there’s not enough hours in the day to be doin’ the dirty work and get all that shit done, too.”

“Well, my daughter’s comin’ home for the summer. She said she was lookin’ for a job so that she can save up some money before goin’ back to school in the fall. She could help you out. She’s good with computers,” his friend says. Joel swallows.

Joel’s lived next door to you and your dad for four years now. When he first moved in next to the single dad, you were seventeen, getting ready to finish up high school and head off to college. You were your dad’s pride and joy, a sweet girl with brains and beauty that he bragged about constantly. You’d gotten a full academic scholarship to UCLA, no small feat, but you’d been required to spend your first two summers on campus fulfilling a certain number of credits, which meant you hadn't visited home in some time due to the cost.

This also meant Joel got a reprieve from the inappropriate thoughts he’s had about you since the first time he met you. When you’d stood by the door with your dad, welcoming him to the neighborhood, but all he could think about was the curve of your lips as you smiled at him or the way you looked up at him through your lashes when he spoke, hanging on his every word like he was spilling the secrets of the universe.

For his first year in his new house, you were there when he came over on the weekends, watching football with your dad or doing homework at the kitchen table. Joel was there for your graduation party, and sang Happy Birthday as you blew out the candles for your eighteenth year. He helped your dad pack up his truck with your boxes of stuff and waved goodbye from the driveway as you set off to college.

And the whole time he had to beat the thoughts of pressing a hand to your thigh beneath the dining table or pulling you to the side to kiss you senseless. He was equal parts relieved and disappointed when your dad drove you over a thousand miles away.

Your dad is still waiting for an answer, and Joel can’t come up with a good enough reason to say no to his offer of your help. He needs it.

He can keep himself under control for one summer.

“Sure, that would be great,” Joel replies with a strained smile unnoticed by your dad.

“Great! I’ll let her know.”

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You’re so excited to be home for a whole summer. Between your rigorous course load over the last two years and the cost of housing and travel, you haven’t been able to visit home. Your dad pays for half your housing on top of his own expenses, so you didn’t want to burden him more with travel costs.

“How was your flight, kiddo,” your dad asks as he wraps you in a tight hug.

“Went well enough. Definitely better than driving for two days with some stinky old man,” you tease. He pushes at your shoulder.

Your relationship with your dad is a close one, the result of being the only child to a single parent and all his efforts over the years to make sure he does the best job he can. And while he often had to work overtime, he was always there for you when it mattered and never made you feel like you weren’t loved.

“I’m happy you’re back, squirt. House is too quiet without you,” he says as he pulls away from the pick-up area and rejoins Austin traffic. His words make your heart clench.

“Just another year and I’ll hopefully be able to get a job closer to home,” you tell him.

“With that fancy degree, I’m sure you’ll be able to get any job you want.”

The fancy degree in question is in aerospace engineering. Ever since your dad took you to visit the Kennedy Space Center in Florida on a rare vacation out of the state, you’d been hooked on the idea of helping get rockets to space.

“Hopefully. With all the private space exploration initiatives, should be plenty of jobs to go around. California is fun, but Texas is home.”

He smiles at you, a big wide grin that you’d missed in your time away.

“Listen, you know how you said you wanted to find a job for the summer while you’re home?” He asks. You nod. “Well, Joel started up his own contracting business and is hopin’ to get some help with the administrative work. Schedulin’, contracts, bookkeepin’. I know it’s not what you’re studyin’ or anythin’ but it might be nice to give your brain a break from all that fancy math you do.”

Your stomach erupts in butterflies at just the mention of your dad’s best friend and neighbor, Joel Miller. Ever since you first met when he moved in next door, you’ve been smitten. He’s a bit younger than your dad, somewhere in his mid-thirties while your dad has crossed the threshold to his forties. He’s tall and broad with muscles defined from hard labor, dark curly hair that’s almost always unruly, and kind brown eyes that have started to crinkle in the corners with a life well lived.

He’s so gorgeous it actually hurts.

You’ve spent a fair share of your nights away from home thinking about Joel Miller as you slid a hand into your pajama pants. Did he ever think about you? You doubt it, but a girl could dream.

In your daydreaming, you almost forget to answer your dad. “Oh, uh, sure. I can help out Mr. Miller,” you reply, clearing your throat.

“Thanks, sweetie. I’m sure he’ll appreciate the help.”

________

Joel is cursing up a storm as he tries to clean up the spare room he uses as an office and storage area these days. There’s papers everywhere, supply quotes and contracts and instruction manuals across every surface to the point where the old laptop he uses for work sits buried, battery dead from neglect. He tries to sort everything into a neat pile, but the pile is too big and scatters everywhere once more.

You’re supposed to start working with him at nine this morning. He’s got a consultation scheduled after lunch, giving him plenty of time to show you the nightmare you’re walking into.

There’s a knock at the door and Joel rushes from the back of the house to answer.

You’re standing on his porch, as you have hundreds of times, but after two and a half years away at school, the girl he’d waved goodbye to one August morning has disappeared. Your hair is drastically different and your face has lost the roundness of your teen years, but the smile that stretches your lips is all too familiar.

“Hi, Mr. Miller.”

________

You shift your weight from foot to foot as Joel’s gaze drifts over you, the feel of it hot over your skin. His forehead and neck are dappled with sweat, shirt sticking to his chest in a way that’s so inviting you have to clench your hands into fists at your side to keep from reaching out.

How is it possible he’s gotten more attractive?

“Hey! Welcome home!” Joel finally says, stepping aside and allowing you to cross the threshold.

His house has changed, yet feels overwhelmingly familiar all the same. He’s updated the flooring since you’d left, and you see the gleam of shiny stainless steel appliances in the kitchen.

“You renovated the kitchen?” You ask, stepping down the hall and into the living area to have a closer look. “The counters are pretty.”

He’s replaced the old dark cabinets with natural wood and the laminate counters are now a sparkling white quartz. He stands in the doorway, arms crossed over his broad chest.

“Yep. First project for my portfolio,” he says proudly. “Did the whole thing myself.”

“Impressive.”

You stare at each other for a beat before Joel clears his throat.

“You, uh, you wanna see the office?” He asks.

“Sure.”

He leads you to the back bedroom and pushes the door open. “It’s…kinda a mess.”

“Kinda?” You step inside, eyeing the haphazard piles of paper dubiously. “Mr. Miller, this is a war zone.”

He cringes. “Yeah. S’why I need help,” he says, running a hand through his hair. “Got so caught up with the networkin’ and job bids that I just let all this suffer for it.”

You huff a laugh, dropping your bag to the ground. There’s a desk in the middle of the room, covered in stacks of paper. A laptop sits open, screen dark, amongst the files. A bookshelf along one wall holds a printer and a number of large hardback books pertaining to business administration and general contracting guidelines. Along another wall are stacked boxes. You peek into one and find an array of tile samples.

“Think you can manage?” Joel asks.

You smile at him. “You know me, Mr. Miller. I’ve never backed down from a challenge.��

“Joel. Just…call me Joel.”

“Okay…Joel.”

He smiles, and the way it reaches his eyes makes your heart flutter. You swallow nervously.

This will be fine.

It’s just one summer.

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