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earthlybeam · 4 months ago

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Not sure if requests are open but if they are may I make one? I loved the ear teasing from the reader. I was thinking another way of the reader teasing the elves for thier attention but in a much more bold way. Like she wears a shirt that shows a nice view of her cleavage and even goes to grab their arm and hug it making sure to press her breasts on their arm or she would press her breasts to their chest or back. Ty!

I absolutely love the idea! I wasn’t sure which character you wanted, and will continue working on more. I’ll definitely post them as I go. Glorfindel, haldir, lindir, Legolas, Elladan, Elrohir are coming soon. Gil-Galad, Thranduil, Elrond, Celebrimbor versions below (you Female reader)

🏵️𝓖𝓲𝓵-𝓰𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓭

The sun was dipping low over Lindon, casting the sky in soft hues of rose and gold. The sea breeze rolled in, cool against your skin, but you barely noticed as your attention remained fixed on one figure—the High King himself.

Gil-galad stood on the balcony overlooking the Gulf of Lune, his tall frame cloaked in silver blue threads gleaming like stars against the velvet fabric. His dark brown hair caught the fading sunlight, a crown of fire atop his proud head. His expression was as composed as ever—calm, unreadable—but there was always a quiet intensity about him, a gravity that only made him more alluring.

You decided to test that composure. Your steps were soft as you approached, the delicate sound of your shoes against the polished stone barely registering over the distant waves. The neckline of your gown dipped daringly low, offering an inviting glimpse of your curves. With boldness humming beneath your skin, you reached out, sliding your hand around his forearm before pressing yourself lightly against it.

His body tensed beneath your touch, the lean muscle of his arm firm beneath your fingers. You tilted your head slightly, a playful smile dancing on your lips as you leaned closer, allowing your breasts to graze against his arm—a deliberate, teasing touch.

“My lord,” you purred, your voice as smooth as fine wine. “You always seem so serious when you stand here alone. Is the weight of the crown too heavy tonight?” Gil-galad’s head turned slightly, his silver blue gaze sweeping down to meet yours. For a heartbeat, he said nothing, but you felt the subtle shift in his stance—the slight tightening of his jaw, the flicker of something darker in his expression.

“You play a dangerous game,” he murmured, his voice low and rich, sending a shiver down your spine. Yet he made no move to pull away. If anything, the weight of his arm shifted subtly against your chest, deliberate as though testing your resolve.

A bolder spark flared within you, and you stepped closer, your body brushing against his side as you slid your hand higher along his arm. “Perhaps I like danger,” you whispered, allowing your lips to hover just near the curve of his jaw, teasing but not quite touching.

His hand moved with elegant precision—faster than you expected. Strong fingers caught your wrist, pulling you gently but firmly until you were standing directly in front of him. Your chest brushed against his, and the warmth of his body seeped through the thin silk of your gown.

“Do you?” His voice was softer now, but the edge beneath it was unmistakable—an undercurrent of restrained desire. His gaze traced the curve of your lips before lifting back to your eyes, sharp and assessing. “You would provoke your king this way?”

Your heart pounded against your ribs, but you refused to shrink beneath his scrutiny. Instead, you allowed your hands to trail up his chest, savoring the feel of him—solid and warm beneath your palms. “Only because I wonder if my king enjoys being provoked,” you countered, your tone playful but laced with challenge.

A quiet chuckle escaped him—a rare, low sound that made your pulse quicken. “You are bolder than most would dare.” His free hand drifted to the small of your back, his fingers brushing your spine in a touch as light as silk. “Do you think I have not noticed your… efforts?”

His words were intoxicating, a promise of something just beneath the surface. Your confidence flared, and you leaned in fully, your breasts pressing firmly against the hard plane of his chest. “Perhaps I wanted you to notice,” you admitted, your breath warm against his skin.

For a moment, the air between you hummed with tension—thick and electric. Then, with slow deliberation, his hand slid further around your waist, pulling you more firmly against him. “Consider me… intrigued,” he said softly, his lips curving into the faintest of smiles. But beneath the smooth words, there was no mistaking the hunger in his gaze. “But be careful, my bold one. You may find the fire you play with burns hotter than you expect.” And yet, despite the warning, his grip did not loosen—if anything, it tightened, holding you against him as though he had no intention of letting you go.

🍷𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓾𝓲𝓵

The grand halls of the Woodland Realm shimmer in the warm, golden light of the lanterns. The scent of ancient wood and fresh moss lingers in the air as the sound of soft Elven music drifts through the space.

Thranduil stands at the edge of his throne room, his tall, regal frame draped in fine silks and silver-threaded robes. His platinum hair gleams like moonlight as it flows over his shoulders, a sharp contrast to the cold, calculating gaze he directs toward the distant entrance.

He is the picture of unyielding authority—serene, aloof, and untouchable. But you know better. You’ve been testing his patience all evening, and while his face remains unreadable, you sense the tension simmering beneath the surface.

Your attire for the night was no accident—a finely tailored gown cut just low enough to leave little to the imagination. The delicate fabric clings to your curves, and each time you move, the neckline shifts ever so slightly, drawing attention to the swell of your breasts. And if there is one thing you know about Thranduil, it is that despite his cold exterior, he is not immune to temptation—especially when it comes to you.

You glide toward him with deliberate grace, your footsteps soft on the polished stone. When you reach his side, you don’t wait for permission. Instead, you loop your arm through his, pressing yourself against him with just enough pressure to ensure he feels the fullness of your breasts against the firm muscle of his arm.

“Is something troubling you, my lord?” you murmur, your voice smooth and honeyed as you tilt your head up to meet his icy blue eyes. His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly, and though his expression remains impassive, you do not miss the way his gaze flickers downward—brief but telling. For a moment, the air between you thickens, heavy with unspoken tension.

“You are bold tonight,” he replies, his tone smooth and composed, though there is an unmistakable edge to it. His hand twitches at his side as if resisting the urge to touch you, to pull you closer. “I wonder—do you seek to test my patience, or something else entirely?”

A wicked smile curves your lips as you shift closer still, the swell of your breasts brushing against his side with undeniable intention. “Perhaps I merely enjoy your company,” you purr, allowing your fingers to trail along the length of his forearm, feeling the tautness of the sinew beneath his robes. “Is that so wrong?”

He lets out a soft, nearly imperceptible exhale through his nose—a sign that your antics are not going unnoticed. Without a word, he shifts his arm slightly, as if to dislodge you—but instead, his hand brushes against your waist. The heat of his touch lingers through the thin fabric, even as he attempts to maintain his mask of indifference.

When you step in front of him, bolder still, you press your palms gently against his chest, feeling the smooth fabric stretched over the hard planes of his body. “You seem tense, my king,” you tease, tilting your head so that your breath skims over the elegant line of his jaw. “Allow me to ease your burden.”

Thranduil’s fingers flex at his sides, and this time, when his gaze falls to your cleavage, he does not bother to hide it. “Do you truly believe I am so easily swayed?” he asks, but his voice is quieter now—lower, darker.

You lean in, brushing your breasts deliberately against his chest as you reach up to adjust a lock of his platinum hair that has fallen out of place. The simple touch is intimate—too intimate—and the way his eyes flash with something far more primal makes your pulse quicken. “Not easily,” you admit, letting your lips hover just inches from his. “But perhaps… if I try hard enough…”

His restraint snaps, but only slightly. His hand lifts to your jaw, fingers curling under your chin, tilting your face upward. His thumb brushes along your lower lip with a touch that is both possessive and punishingly gentle. “You play a dangerous game,” he warns, but there is no true heat in the words—only a dangerous hunger beneath his cool facade.

“And if I enjoy the danger?” you challenge, your voice barely a whisper between you. For a heartbeat, you wonder if you have pushed him too far. But then, in one smooth motion, he pulls you flush against him, your body molded to his as his other hand slides along the curve of your waist. The press of your breasts against his chest is no longer teasing—it is all-consuming.

“You seek to tempt me,” he murmurs, his breath warm against the shell of your ear. “And you succeed far too easily.” His lips graze your skin in a touch that leaves you breathless, and when he pulls back, his expression is no longer cold—it is fire and ice entwined, smoldering beneath a thin veneer of control.

“You should tread carefully, my bold little temptress,” he continues, fingers tracing the line of your spine. “For once I decide to claim what is mine…” His lips curve into a faint, wicked smile. “I do not let go easily.” And by the gleam in his eyes, you know that tonight, you have awoken something in him—something he will not allow to go unanswered.

📜 𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓭

It’s a quiet evening in Rivendell. The fading light of the setting sun casts a golden hue over the polished marble floors and cascading waterfalls. You find Elrond seated in his study—an elegant, spacious room filled with ancient tomes, scrolls, and the lingering scent of aged parchment.

He’s dressed in flowing silver-and-blue robes, his long, dark hair falling in a sleek cascade over his shoulders. His sharp, timeless features are calm and composed as he reads from an intricately bound volume, though the furrow of his brow suggests his mind is deep in thought. You decide to catch his attention—boldly. You wear a shirt cut just low enough to leave little to the imagination, the curve of your cleavage peeking temptingly from the fabric.

The soft silk clings to your form in all the right places. With deliberate grace, you approach him, the gentle sway of your hips as you walk making your intentions clear. Elrond doesn’t glance up immediately, but you notice the subtle pause in the movement of his fingers as he turns a page—he is aware of your presence.

Without a word, you step behind his chair, leaning down slightly until your breasts press softly against his broad back. The warmth of your body seeps through the fine layers of his robes. You let your hands rest on his shoulders, your fingers tracing delicate circles through the fabric.

“Elrond,” you murmur, your voice soft, sultry—just for him. “You’ve been working far too long. Don’t you think it’s time for a distraction?”At your touch, his shoulders tense for the briefest of moments—a flicker of restrained reaction beneath his composed façade—but then, his posture relaxes beneath your hands.

He turns his head slightly, and when his gaze meets yours, his grey-blue eyes are darker than usual, as though stirred by a rising storm. “You are bold tonight, meleth nín,” he says, his voice smooth and deep, laced with something heavier beneath his usual calm. “Do you seek to test my resolve?”

Without answering, you move around the chair, standing before him. Before he can return to his book, you lower yourself onto the edge of his desk. The movement draws his eyes downward—he cannot ignore the teasing glimpse of your cleavage as you lean forward, intentionally brushing against his arm when you reach out to touch his hand.

His hand remains still beneath yours, but the heat radiating from his skin is undeniable. With deliberate slowness, you slide your fingers up his forearm, savoring the feel of the strength hidden beneath the silk. You pull his hand gently toward you, guiding it to rest on your thigh as you lean closer, your breasts brushing lightly against his chest. “Elrond,” you whisper again, your lips tantalizingly close to his ear. “I am only as bold as you allow me to be. Have I gone too far?”

His breath hitches—just for a moment—and his fingers flex against your thigh, betraying his composure. But when he speaks, his voice is low and measured.“You know well that you walk a fine line,” he replies, his hand remaining on your thigh, firm and warm. “Do you seek to unravel my restraint, ind-nîn?”

Your boldness only grows. You shift forward slightly, closing the remaining space between your bodies until your breasts are pressed fully against his chest. You tilt your head, brushing your lips along the edge of his jaw—a teasing, feather-light touch.

“And if I am?” you challenge softly. For a heartbeat, Elrond remains still—calculating, controlled. But then, his hand tightens ever so slightly on your thigh, his other hand rising to brush against your waist. His thumb traces a slow, deliberate path along your side, igniting a warmth that spreads through you.

His expression remains composed, but there is a glint of something far more primal in his eyes as he speaks, his voice just above a whisper. “Then you shall learn, meleth nín,” he murmurs, tilting his head so that his lips hover just above yours, “that even my patience has its limits.”

And with those words, his hand slides higher, his touch burning through the thin fabric between you. Though his restraint holds—for now—you can feel the weight of his desire hanging heavy in the air between you, and you know that it would take very little to make him abandon all pretense of composure.

💍𝓒𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓫𝓸𝓻

The forge hummed softly in the background, the air warm and laced with the faint scent of molten metal and polished wood. Celebrimbor stood at his workbench, his mithril hammer resting lightly in his hand as he inspected a delicate circlet—a new design, intricate and shining beneath the light. His focus was razor-sharp, as it always was when he worked, the smooth lines of his face set with intense concentration.

But then—you entered. The gentle click of your heels across the stone floor made his pointed ears twitch slightly, but he did not immediately turn. It wasn’t until you were close—very close—that he faltered. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the soft shimmer of your shirt—cut low enough to reveal a teasing glimpse of your cleavage. The smooth curve of your skin stood out against the dark fabric, and the way it hugged your figure was… impossible to ignore.

He swallowed hard, but his fingers, usually so steady, tensed. “Celebrimbor,” you murmured, your voice low and warm, laced with playful mischief. Before he could respond, you reached for him—delicate fingers wrapping around his forearm. You pressed yourself against him, the soft swell of your breasts molding against his lean, muscular arm as you held him close.

The tension in his body spiked—he stiffened beneath your touch, though not from discomfort. No, the slight hitch in his breath betrayed him. His pale skin, always so serene, bloomed with a faint flush across his high cheekbones. Still, his voice remained steady—barely .“What… are you doing?” he asked, his tone caught between genuine curiosity and a tremor of restraint.

You smiled—sweet, bold, unrepentant. “Just making sure you aren’t working yourself too hard,” you purred, leaning in until your lips were dangerously close to the pointed curve of his ear. “It would be such a shame if you neglected anything important.”

The hand holding his arm slid a fraction lower, brushing against the warmth of his skin through the thin sleeve. You shifted your stance slightly—just enough to press your chest more firmly against him. Your softness contrasted with the toned lines of his body, and for a heartbeat, you felt his muscles flex beneath your touch.

His jaw tightened as if he were trying to maintain control, but his free hand—usually so precise—curled into a fist by his side. “You’re… distracting,” he admitted, a rare vulnerability slipping through his usually composed façade.

Satisfied, you tilted your head and let your lips graze softly along his jawline—just a whisper of a touch that sent a shiver rippling through him. The sensation clearly rattled him; his perfect composure cracked ever so slightly.

“I should stop, then,” you teased, loosening your hold as though to pull away—but his reaction was immediate. “No,” he said—quieter, rougher than you expected. His hand moved at last, firm fingers curling delicately but possessively around your wrist. “Stay.”

His eyes, usually so distant in their focus, burned when they finally met yours—light gray but stormy now, clouded with something deeper. For a moment, all the walls he so carefully maintained crumbled under the weight of his desire.

You pressed your advantage, moving in front of him and sliding your arms around his waist—this time resting your chest against his. The heat of his body was intoxicating, the tension humming beneath his skin palpable. His breath came faster now, his heart hammering beneath your touch.

“Do you always let distractions linger this long, my lord?” you asked, your lips curling into a wicked smile. His lips parted as though to answer—but instead, he surprised you. Slowly—hesitantly—he dropped his mithril hammer onto the workbench behind him and brought both hands to your waist. His touch was firm, but reverent, as though he was still trying to convince himself this was real.

“I’ve never had a distraction quite like you,” he confessed softly, the words carrying a weight you hadn’t anticipated. And when you shifted again—pressing your body fully against his chest—you swore you felt his hold tighten, his self-control hanging by a frayed thread.

Whatever pride or restraint usually held him back was slipping away. And, judging by the way his hands lingered—fingers brushing just beneath the hem of your shirt—he wasn’t eager to regain it.

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greengoblinswifey · 6 months ago

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Forbidden Flame

pairing— dad’s best friend!nicholas chavez x fem!reader

summary— the move to LA allows you to meet your dad’s best friend you’ve always seen on the big screen and who he always speaks about. what you don’t anticipate is the tension and connection between you that inevitably boils over on vacation after much teasing. based on this request.

warnings— age gap(reader is 19, nicholas is aged up to be 40)teasing and flirting, praise kink, choking, sir kink, oral(m&f receiving), fingering, degrading kink, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare.

Part II

Your dad had been best friends with Nicholas Chavez for years—decades, really. They’d grown up together, gone to the same schools and stuck by each other through all of life’s twists and turns. Nicholas’ move to Los Angeles to chase his acting dreams hadn’t changed that. Despite the distance, they talked almost daily, keeping their friendship as strong as ever.

You’d only met Nicholas once when you were younger, during one of his rare trips back home. You were about twelve at the time, and while you vaguely remembered his tall frame and sweet smile, he hadn’t left much of an impression. Over the years, though, you’d grown more familiar with him through your dad’s endless stories, their calls, and the movies your dad insisted you watch.

“You should be proud,” he’d say, nudging you as another one of Nicholas’ films played on the TV. “That’s my best friend up there.”

Your dad would occasionally fly out to California for Nicholas’ premieres or events, but you’d never felt inclined to join him. It wasn’t until university brought you to Los Angeles that your paths finally crossed again.

When your dad divorced your mom, he decided to move to California to be closer to you. He bought a house in Hollywood, offering you a place to live while you attended university. You didn’t mind, you’d always been closer to your dad, and his laid back, supportive attitude made sharing a house easy.

Being in the same city as Nicholas meant your dad finally had a chance to see his best friend more often, and you heard him mention Nicholas’ name even more in passing.

“He’s coming over soon,” your dad told you one afternoon. “Haven’t seen him in person in ages. Thought we’d catch up.”

You didn’t think much of it—until the night Nicholas arrived.

The dinner table was a culmination of clinking silverware, stories and laughter. The kind of laughter that made the years between old friends feel like seconds. Your dad beamed as he embraced Nicholas, who stood in the foyer looking effortlessly charming.

“There he is, the big shot actor!” your dad teased, giving Nicholas a pat on the back.

Nicholas chuckled, his voice deeper and smoother than you remembered. “You haven’t changed a bit, man. Still know how to make me feel like a show off.”

And then his eyes fell on you.

“And who’s this?” he asked, his gaze sweeping you up and down with a hint of curiosity and something more.

“This is my daughter, Y/N,” your dad announced proudly, gesturing toward you. “You haven’t seen her since she was, what? Twelve?”

You swallowed hard, feeling pinned under Nicholas’ attention. His brown eyes lingered just a second too long before his lips curled into a slow, polite smile.

“You’ve grown a lot,” he said smoothly, extending a hand. “Nicholas Chavez. Though I suppose you know that.”

You managed to stammer out a soft, “Nice to meet you,” shaking his hand. His grip was firm, and his touch sent a strange spark down your spine.

Dinner was filled with nostalgia and catching up. Your dad recounted old stories from their youth, embarrassing moments, spontaneous road trips, and the mischief they’d gotten into. Nicholas laughed freely, though every so often, you caught him glancing at you when he thought you weren’t looking.

“So,” your dad began, shifting the conversation, “she’s doing theatre arts and creative writing. Wants to get into the business—creative side of things, you know?”

Nicholas raised an eyebrow, turning his attention fully to you now. “Theatre arts? Creative writing? That’s a great combination. What’s the end goal?”

“I—uh—I want to write scripts,” you admitted, feeling nervous under his intense gaze. “Maybe work on sets or be an actress, just get my foot in the door somehow.”

“Well, you’re in the right city for it,” he said with a small smile. “And, hey, if you ever need some experience, I’d be happy to take you under my wing. Help you learn the ropes.”

Your breath caught, and you fumbled with your glass, bringing it to your lips to hide the warmth creeping up your neck.

Your dad laughed, oblivious. “Hear that? You’ve already got a mentor lined up. I always knew you’d be useful for something, Nick.”

Nicholas smirked, his eyes still on you as he raised his glass. “Happy to help.”

The rest of the evening passed, but your mind kept replaying his words. Take you under my wing. It was nothing inappropriate—perfectly professional. Yet something in the way he’d said it made your stomach flip, as if there was an unspoken undertone you couldn’t quite place.

By the time the night ended, Nicholas was standing at the door with your dad, exchanging plans for future meet ups. He glanced back at you one last time, his expression unreadable but lingering.

“Goodnight,” he said, his voice softer now, just for you.

“Goodnight,” you replied, and as the door shut behind him, you exhaled a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding.

Your dad clapped you on the shoulder, oblivious to your spinning thoughts. “See? Told you he’s a good guy. You’ll learn a lot from him.”

You weren’t so sure what you’d learn having a man that attractive around you, but one thing was certain—Nicholas Chavez was going to be hard to forget.

The next day, your dad picked you up from campus, his energy high as he tapped the steering wheel with excitement. “Nicholas invited us over to his place,” he announced. “Thought it’d be nice for us to hang out. You’ll love his house, it’s insane.”

Your stomach flipped. Spending more time with Nicholas already had you on edge, and now you’d be in his home? You glanced down at your outfit, a cute red and white crop top paired with high waisted shorts. You’d worn it to class without a second thought, but now the exposed skin felt too revealing.

By the time your dad pulled into the driveway of Nicholas’ mansion, your nerves were in overdrive.

Nicholas greeted you both at the door, his smile welcoming as hugged your dad. “Good to see you, man,” he said warmly, stepping aside to let you in.

Then his eyes landed on you.

For a moment, he just looked, his gaze sweeping over you in a way that felt deliberate. His jaw tightened slightly before his expression softened. “And you,” he said, his voice dipping lower, “looking even more beautiful than last time.”

You stared back, trying to keep your breathing steady. Up close, Nicholas Chavez was impossibly good-looking. The sharp lines of his jaw, the way his hair framed his face, the confident way he carried himself—it was overwhelming.

His hand brushed against your bare back as he stepped aside, sending a shiver up your spine. “Come in,” he said, though his eyes lingered for just a second longer.

The inside of his house was stunning. Bright sunlight poured through massive windows, highlighting every detail of the sleek, modern décor. Your dad let out a low whistle. “This is incredible, bro. You’ve really done well for yourself.”

Nicholas chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Thanks, but it’s just a house. A place to unwind, you know?”

“Unwind?” your dad teased. “This place looks like a movie set.”

Nicholas smirked but didn’t respond. Instead, his eyes flicked back to you. You met his gaze, your stomach tightening at the look in his eyes. For a moment, it was like the world around you faded, leaving just the two of you. His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he quickly turned back to your dad.

“Speaking of unwinding,” Nicholas said, his tone casual now, “I thought we could hang out by the pool for a bit. I’ve got drinks and food.”

“That sounds great,” your dad said, clapping his hands together.

Nicholas glanced at you again, his expression unreadable. “You good with that?”

“Yeah,” you managed to say, your voice a little too soft.

“Perfect,” he said with a small smile. “I’ll get everything set up.”

As he walked toward the kitchen, you couldn’t help but watch him go. The way he moved, so confident and self assured, only added to his appeal. You exhaled slowly, trying to shake off the heat crawling up your body.

Your dad caressed your arm, snapping you out of your thoughts. “See? This is gonna be fun. Maybe you’ll even get some acting tips while we’re here.”

You nodded, forcing a smile, but your mind was elsewhere. The way Nicholas looked at you, the brush of his hand against your skin, the charged silence that hung between you—it all left you wondering what, if anything, it meant.

Seeing as you didn’t have your swim suit, you opted to just dip your feet in the water. Your dad could get one of Nicholas’ swim trunks. A few minutes later, Nicholas returned, a bundle of fabric in his hands.

“Here,” he said, holding it out to you.

You tilted your head, confused, as you took the neatly folded bikini. “What’s this?”

He shrugged casually, but there was something in his smirk. “Ordered a few things online a while back, and this one accidentally came. Figured it might fit you, though. You can keep it.”

Your fingers brushed over the soft fabric, noting the vibrant color and skimpy cut. “Oh, uh, thanks,” you said, a bit shy now.

“Don’t mention it,” he said, his voice smooth. “It’s better than swimming in your clothes.”

Feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, you nodded and got up. “I’ll go change.”

The pool house offered privacy, but as you slipped out of your clothes and into the bikini, you glanced at yourself in the mirror. The top hugged your tits tightly, barely offering coverage, while the bottoms sat high on your hips, leaving little to the imagination. It wasn’t something you’d typically wear, and the thought of walking out in front of Nicholas made your stomach flutter.

When you stepped back outside, the air felt cooler against your exposed skin. Nicholas was leaning against a lounger, sipping beer, but when he saw you approach, his movements stilled.

His eyes swept over you, and for a brief moment, his breath hitched. “You’ve—really grown up,” he said, his voice low and a little rough.

Flustered, you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s just a swimsuit.”

“Still,” he said, his gaze lingering for a second too long before he cleared his throat. “It looks good on you.”

You managed a quiet “thanks” before sliding into the pool, letting the water cool the heat creeping. Nicholas joined you and your dad shortly after, but even as they talked and laughed, you could feel his eyes on you.

It wasn’t obvious—his gaze flicked back and forth between you and the conversation, but every time your head turned, you caught him watching. The weight of his attention made your heart race.

By evening, the three of you had dried off and gathered around the dining table. The smell of roasted vegetables and perfectly cooked steak filled the air.

“Wow, Nick,” your dad said, cutting into his meal. “This is impressive. Never thought I’d see the day you’d learn to cook.”

Nicholas chuckled, sitting back in his chair. “Had to pick up a few skills along the way. Can’t survive on takeout forever.”

Your dad teased, “Guess that’s what happens when you don’t get married. No one to cook for you.”

Nicholas glanced at you then, his dark eyes steady and unreadable. “Maybe I just haven’t met the right girl,” he said, a slight edge to his tone. Then, with a small smirk, he added, “But when I do, she’ll find out I’ve got all the skills she’ll ever need.”

You swallowed hard, the double meaning not lost on you. His gaze lingered second longer before he shifted his attention back to his plate, leaving you wondering how much of that comment was intentional.

Your dad laughed, shaking his head. “Well, if she’s out there, she’ll be lucky to have you. Who knew you had all this domestic talent?”

As the conversation carried on, you found yourself quiet, focusing on your food and the occasional glance Nicholas sent your way. The air felt heavy, but whether it was in your head or something more, you couldn’t be sure.

The wine Nicholas poured had loosened you up, and by the time your dad excused himself to use the bathroom, leaving you and Nicholas alone, the air felt thick and suffocating.

You tapped your glass idly, the boldness of the wine coursing through your veins. “So, is this how you usually spend your evenings? Hosting your old friends and their kids?” you teased.

His lips curved into a slow smirk, and he leaned back in his chair, swirling his own drink. “Not usually, no. But tonight’s—different.”

You decided to push, emboldened by his tone and the way his attention seemed to settle solely on you. “Different, huh? Maybe because you’re spending time with someone younger? More interesting?”

Nicholas tilted his head, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. “You’re bold tonight,” he said, his voice low. “I like that.”

“Oh yeah? Maybe you like more than that.”

He opened his mouth to respond, his expression enticing, but the sound of your dad returning broke whatever moment had formed. He shifted in his seat, clearing his throat, and you quickly sat back, pretending to focus on your glass.

“Alright,” your dad said, clapping his hands together. “She’s got an early class tomorrow, so I think it’s time we head out. Thanks for dinner, Nick.”

Nicholas stood, composed. “Anytime, man. You know that.”

Your dad reached for his jacket, but when you stood and approached Nicholas to say your goodbyes, you couldn’t resist one final moment of boldness.

“Thanks for dinner,” you said sweetly as you stepped in for a hug. But instead of the polite embrace he might have expected, you pressed yourself flush against him. One hand slipped up around his neck, fingers grazing through the soft strands of his hair, while your hips brushed against his. You felt the way his breath hitched, and there was no mistaking the hardness you’d pressed against.

Nicholas’ hand hovered near your back before resting lightly, as if trying to maintain control. His voice was low, barely audible. “You’re playing a dangerous game,” he murmured, his lips brushing close to your ear.

You pulled back to meet his gaze, your voice equally quiet. “So are you.”

Before either of you could say more, your dad turned back to you, oblivious. “Ready, sweetie?”

You smiled innocently and stepped away, pretending nothing had happened. “Yeah, dad. Goodnight, Nicholas.”

“Goodnight,” he said, his voice steady but his eyes stayed on your ass as you walked out the door.

That night, you lay in your bed, staring at the ceiling, your thoughts racing. The interaction replayed in your mind on a loop, his sharp, chiseled features, the way his breath faltered and his dick got hard when you touched him, the low, gravelly tone of his voice.

It was wrong, you knew that much. He was your dad’s best friend, for God’s sake. The kind of man you should steer clear of, not fantasize about. But the very thought of how forbidden it was only made it more intoxicating.

Nicholas wasn’t just handsome, he was magnetic. His success, the way he carried himself, it all checked every box you’d ever had. And then there was the age gap. You had a taste for men who were older and Nicholas embodied everything you craved.

You pressed your thighs together as the memory of his body against yours sent a rush through you. The way his voice dropped, how he’d let his guard slip for just a moment, it made your heart race and your core throb.

“This is bad,” you whispered to yourself, but even as you said it, you knew the truth. You didn’t want it to stop. If anything, you wanted to push further.

And, deep down, you hoped he felt the same way.

Friday came faster than you expected, but the days leading up to it were anything but dull. Earlier in the week, Nicholas had texted you out of the blue, and the conversation quickly veered into dangerous, flirtatious territory.

Nicholas: “Miss me yet?”

You: “Should I?”

Nicholas: “You tell me.”

You: “Maybe a little.”

You smiled at your screen, biting your lip as you typed out your next message.

You: “You like having me around that much?”

Nicholas: “You have no idea.”

His response made your pulse quicken, but you weren’t about to let him have the upper hand so easily.

You: “Guess you’ll just have to wait.”

Nicholas: “Not sure I can.”

Your heart was racing, and just when you thought the conversation couldn’t get any more suggestive, his next text came through.

Nicholas: “Keep your phone locked.”

You raised an eyebrow, staring at the message for a moment before replying.

You: “Why? Are you planning on sending something?”

Nicholas: “Only if you want me to.”

You: “Hmm, maybe.”

You could feel the tension even through the screen, but after he replied, you left him on read, smirking to yourself. A part of you wanted to follow up, but you were content letting him stew in his anticipation.

For the next few days, you didn’t respond to any of his subtle messages, leaving him to wonder if he had pushed too far. You stayed busy, keeping things light and casual whenever you tagged along with your dad and Nicholas during their outings. The tension was always there, simmering, but you played it cool, knowing full well that you held all the cards.

Then Thursday evening came. Your dad burst into your room with the kind of excitement you didn’t usually see from him.

“Pack a suitcase,” he said, grinning.

“What?” you asked, looking up from your laptop.

“We’re going on a trip,” he said, leaning against your doorframe. “Me, you, and Nicholas. We’re heading to Miami for the weekend. Figured we could get away, hit a resort, relax a bit.”

“Miami?” you repeated, your mind already racing.

“Yeah. Nice beach, warm weather. Get a little fucked up for the weekend,” he added with a laugh.

“Dad,” you groaned, rolling your eyes. “Don’t say it like that.”

He laughed. “Just pack something nice. We leave tomorrow.”

Excitement bubbled inside you as you started packing. You made sure to include a few outfits that would undoubtedly turn heads, particularly Nicholas’. Tight dresses, short skirts, and bikinis that barely covered anything, they all made their way into your suitcase.

Later that night, as you sat on your bed scrolling through your phone, you decided you’d teased Nicholas long enough. You called him, and he picked up almost immediately.

“Finally,” he said, his voice deep.

“Did you miss me?” you teased, twirling a strand of your hair between your fingers.

“Maybe I did,” he admitted. “I was starting to think the trip was the only way to get you alone.”

“Technically, it’s not,” you countered, smirking to yourself.

“Well,” he said, his tone dropping slightly, “I’ll make sure to get you alone at some point.”

Your breath caught at the implication. “See you Friday,” you said quickly, hanging up before he could say anything else.

Friday morning, Nicholas’ driver arrived to pick you and your dad up. You wore a simple yet flattering outfit, a short skirt that showed off your legs and a fitted top that hugged your tits. When Nicholas greeted you at the private hangar, his eyes lingered just a little too long, sliding over your body before meeting your gaze.

“Morning,” he said, his voice casual, though his eyes betrayed something else entirely.

“Morning,” you replied lightly, pretending not to notice how he was looking at you.

Your dad clapped him on the shoulder, grinning. “You’re spoiling us with this, man.”

Nicholas laughed, his gaze flicking to you again. “You deserve it, you’re my brother. Besides, what’s the point of having nice things if you can’t share them?”

You followed them onto the jet, your jaw dropping slightly at the sheer luxury of it all. The plush leather seats, the spacious layout, and the private rooms in the back, it was a dream.

“Not bad, huh?” Nicholas teased, catching your expression.

“Not bad is an understatement,” you muttered, shaking your head.

Once in the air, your dad fell asleep almost immediately, leaving you to sip on a cocktail in the small lounge area. You scrolled through your phone, trying to act casual, but your mind was already racing.

A few minutes later, you heard footsteps. Turning slightly, you saw Nicholas leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed and a small smirk on his lips.

“Don’t worry,” he said, his voice low. “Your dad’s out cold.”

You raised an eyebrow, setting your drink down. “Why would I worry? What’s going to happen?”

Nicholas chuckled, his gaze dropping briefly to your bare thigh before meeting your eyes again. “Anything you want to happen.”

Your heart skipped a beat as his eyes lingered, his jaw tightening briefly before he looked away.

“You always this confident?” you asked, tilting your head slightly.

“Only when I’ve got a reason to be.” His smirk widened as he stepped closer, leaning on the back of the seat across from you. His voice dropped as he added, “You’re making it hard to behave, you know.”

“Who said you have to behave?”

His eyes darkened slightly and he shifted, running a hand through his hair. “Your dad’s my best friend,” he said, almost to himself, though his gaze never left yours.

“And?” you challenged, your voice softer now.

His lips quirked up into a small smile. “And—you’re trouble. I can see that already.”

You leaned back in your seat, crossing one leg over the other deliberately. “Maybe you like trouble.”

Nicholas exhaled sharply, shaking his head, though he smiled in amusement. “You’re something else, you know that?”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He shook his head, his gaze not wavering. “You should,” he murmured, his voice low and steady.

You stood, crossing the small space between you and Nicholas in a few deliberate steps, until you were right in front of him. His eyes flicked up and down your figure, his jaw tightening slightly.

“You’re not very subtle, you know,” you teased, tilting your head as you caught his eyes trailing over your legs and the hem of your skirt.

“I’m not trying to be,” he replied.

You took a step closer, your voice dropping just enough to make him lean in. “You can look and touch,” you whispered, grabbing his large hands and placing them gently on your hips.

Nicholas hesitated, his fingers barely pressing into your waist. “This is a bad idea,” he muttered, though he didn’t pull away.

“You’re such a pussy,” you said, shaking your head and giving him a challenging look.

That seemed to snap him out of his hesitation. His hands tightened on your hips, pulling you closer in one swift motion, and suddenly his grip was firm. His other hand slid up, fingers grazing the side of your neck before settling at the base of your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.

“Not so bold now, are you?” he murmured, his lips just inches from yours.

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding against your ribcage, but you weren’t ready to back down. With a final burst of boldness, you pushed him onto the chair then swung your legs over him, settling yourself in his lap so you were straddling him. The movement seemed to catch him off guard for a moment, his eyes darkening as he looked up at you.

Your breaths mingled, the air between you filled with so much tension. His hands rested on your hips, his fingers pressing into the fabric of your skirt. You leaned in slightly, and he mirrored the action, your faces so close that your lips were slightly brushing against each other.

The kiss came almost naturally, slow and testing at first, as though either of you could pull away at any second. But when you didn’t, when you leaned in just a little more, it quickly deepened. His lips moved against yours with a hunger that made your head spin, his hands pulling you closer against him like he couldn’t get enough.

Your fingers found their way to his hair, tugging lightly as the kiss grew more urgent, more ferocious. He groaned softly against your mouth, and you felt the sound vibrate in your chest, sending a thrill down your spine. Then the plane shook.

You both froze, pulling back just slightly. His hand stayed on your waist as you both caught your breath, your faces still close enough to feel the warmth of his skin.

Nicholas cleared his throat, his voice quieter now. “We should probably stop before this goes any further.”

You nodded, slipping off his lap and standing in front of him again. “Yeah,” you said softly, smoothing out your skirt.

His eyes lingered on you for a moment longer, and then he stood, straightening his shirt. “Get some rest,” he said, his tone gentler now. “I’ll see you when we land.”

Without waiting for a reply, he turned and walked back toward the main cabin, leaving you standing there with your heart still racing. You took a deep breath, shaking your head as you went back to your private area.

As you closed your eyes, the lingering heat of his touch still burned on your skin, and you wondered how the rest of this trip would unfold.

You stirred awake hours later, feeling the gentle sensation of fingers brushing through your hair. A lazy smile tugged at your lips as you mumbled, “You’re being bold now, aren’t you?”

“Bold?” a familiar voice replied. Your eyes fluttered open to see your dad standing over you with a raised eyebrow. “Sweetie, we’ve landed. Time to get moving.”

Blinking away the sleep, you sat up quickly, your heart beating fast. “Right. Thanks, Dad.”

The ride to the resort was quick, and you were immediately struck by how massive and luxurious it was. Each of you had your own private room, and you couldn’t wait to explore. After setting your bags down, you wasted no time pulling out a swimsuit—a sexy two piece that hugged every curve, and headed out to meet your dad and Nicholas by the private pool.

When you arrived, heads turned, and you couldn’t ignore the stares and the occasional whistles from passersby. Nicholas stood nearby, clearly irritated by the attention you were getting, his sharp jaw tense as he greeted fans asking for his autograph. You caught the way his eyes flicked to the men looking your way, his annoyance evident.

“Not a fan of the attention?” you teased, stepping closer to him while your dad busied himself at the far end of the pool flirting with a woman.

Nicholas’ gaze bore into you. “Not when it’s them giving it to you,” he muttered, his tone low.

You grinned, deciding to push your luck. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you.”

His eyes narrowed, but the corner of his mouth lifted in a faint smirk. Before he could reply, you held out a bottle of sunscreen. “Do me a favor and get my back?”

He hesitated, glancing over to where your dad was preoccupied. “You’re a tease, you know that?”

“Am I?” you asked, turning around and presenting your back to him. “Then don’t help me.”

He sighed but took the bottle from your hand. His touch was firm as he worked the sunscreen over your shoulders and back. When he reached the small of your back, his hands faltered for just a second.

“You’re awfully quiet,” you said over your shoulder, playfully.

“Trying to focus,” he replied, but his hands moved lower, brushing over the curve of your hips and your plump ass.

You shifted slightly, making your ass jiggle beneath his hands. His breath hitched audibly, and he muttered under his breath, “You’re going to kill me with this shit.”

You giggled, biting your lip as you turned to face him and took the bottle back. Without breaking eye contact, you squeezed some sunscreen onto your hands and began rubbing it over your chest, your fingers grazing deliberately over your tits.

His jaw clenched, his eyes darkening as he watched you. But before he could say anything, you gave him a sly smile and walked toward the pool, leaving him standing there visibly hard.

You dove into the water, and moments later, he joined you, swimming a few laps before suggesting, “Why don’t we head down to the beach? It’s quieter there.”

You nodded, glancing over at your dad, who was still deeply engrossed in conversation with the woman. Nicholas called out to him, and your dad waved him off with a grin.

“I’ll be busy this evening, maybe even tonight,” your dad said, his tone suggestive. “You two have dinner without me. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.”

Nicholas laughed then muttered, “Always the womanizer. Some things never change.”

You laughed softly. “Don’t worry, we’ll be fine. Have fun.”

The beach was stunning, with the sun beginning to set, casting everything in a golden glow. As you walked along the shore, Nicholas’ eyes kept wandering, lingering on your ass and the way your bikini hugged your figure.

Finally, you turned to him with a teasing smile. “See something you like?”

“Definitely,” he said, his voice steady, though his gaze was anything but.

“Good,” you said, stepping closer, your heart racing at the way his eyes raked over you.

The water was warm as it slapped against your body. Nicholas stood just a few feet away, his eyes locked on yours as the golden light of the setting sun reflected off your dark skin. You moved toward him, closing the space between you, and without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. His large hands instinctively gripped beneath your ass, holding you steady as he swayed you gently in the water.

You giggled at the way he playfully moved you around, the water rippling around you both. His gaze softened as he looked at you, a faint smile on his lips. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.

Heat went to your cheeks, and you instinctively buried your face into the crook of his neck. “You can get shy now,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a teasing tone, “but don’t be shy when I’m fucking you.”

The words rolled off his tongue so smoothly, so confidently, that it sent a shiver down your spine. Your breathing quickened as you pulled back, your eyes locking onto his. The look in his eyes made your heart pound, and without a second thought, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his.

The kiss started slow but quickly turned desperate, your mouths moving against each other as the water swirled around you. Nicholas’ grip on you tightened as he deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against yours, leaving you breathless.

“I need you so bad,” you whispered against his lips, your voice trembling.

He groaned softly, his forehead resting against yours. “I need you more,” he said, his voice rough and full of hunger. His eyes roamed your face. “Fuck, look at you.”

You kissed him again, your lips pressing against his like you were trying to convey everything you couldn’t put into words. He pulled back slightly, his breathing ragged. “At this rate,” he muttered, his voice strained, “I’ll fuck you right here, right now. But we can’t—not yet.”

Before you could respond, he adjusted his hold on you and began carrying you toward the shore and you admired the way his muscles flexed under the golden light. Once you reached the sand, he set you down gently and handed you a towel, his eyes lingering on you as you dried off.

The two of you returned to your rooms to freshen up for dinner. You slipped into a stunning white dress that hugged your curves perfectly, the gold jewelry you chose glinting against your dark skin. When you stepped out, Nicholas was waiting for you in the hallway. His eyes widened slightly as he took you in, and he let out a low whistle.

“You look—” He trailed off, his gaze sweeping over you. “You look breathtaking.”

“You clean up pretty well yourself,” you said, glancing at the fitted shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders.

He offered his arm, and you looped yours through it as the two of you made your way to one of the resort’s restaurant. Inside, the air was intimate, with dim lighting and the soft hum of music filling the air. Nicholas pulled out your chair for you, a small but thoughtful gesture that made your stomach flutter.

As the meal progressed, you noticed he couldn’t take his eyes off you. His gaze lingered on your lips when you spoke, on your hands as you picked up your glass, and on your cleavage.

“You’re staring,” you teased, setting down your fork.

“Can you blame me?” he replied, leaning back slightly in his chair. “You’re making it hard to focus on anything else.”

You smirked, sliding off one of your heels under the table. Slowly, you let your foot brush against his leg. His eyes flicked to yours in amusement. “What are you up to now?”

“Nothing,” you said, innocently as your foot moved higher. When it pressed against the growing bulge in his pants, he let out a low chuckle, his hand running over his jaw.

“You’re such a bad girl,” he murmured.

“How big is it?” you asked, your tone filled with need.

He raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing. “Come to my room and find out.”

“Maybe I will,” you replied with a sly grin, withdrawing your foot.

By the time you both made your way to the elevator after finishing your meal, you knew the dam would burst.

The doors had barely closed when Nicholas turned to you, his eyes blazing. Without a word, he pushed you gently against the elevator wall, his hands gripping your thighs as you jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your lips crashed together in a deep kiss, your fingers tangling in his hair as his hands roamed over your back.

The elevator dinged, but neither of you broke apart. Nicholas stumbled down the hallway, fumbling with his keycard as your lips moved against his, both of you breathless and desperate. Finally, the door clicked open, and he carried you inside, kicking it shut behind him.

His lips never left yours, the kiss deepening with every step. When he reached the large bed, he laid you down, his body hovering over yours as he took you in.

“I’ve waited so long for this,” he murmured.

Your chest rose and fell quickly as you looked up at him, your own desire reflected in his gaze. “Fuck,” you breathed, your voice trembling. “Me too.”

His hands moved to the hem of your dress, and with one swift motion, he hiked it up, revealing your bare pussy. His eyes darkened when he realized you weren’t wearing anything underneath. He let out a low, groan. “You’re so fucking naughty,” he said, his lips curling into a smirk.

You bit your lip, your voice dropping into a sultry tone. “Only for you, sir.”

That one word made him pause, his gaze snapping to yours. He arched a brow, his smirk deepening. “Sir?” he repeated, the word rolling off his tongue with deliberate slowness. “I like that.”

Your teeth sank into your bottom lip again, and before you could respond, he leaned down, his lips trailing down your stomach with kisses. The heat of his breath against your skin sent shivers racing through your body, and anticipation built as his hands slid up your thighs, parting them gently.

When his mouth finally found your wet pussy, your back arched off the bed at the first touch of his tongue. The sensation was otherworldly, every nerve ending in your body sparking to life. His tongue moved with practiced precision, alternating between slow strokes and quick flicks that left you gasping for air.

“God, you taste amazing,” he murmured against you, his voice full of praise.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging slightly as you squirmed beneath him. Every flick of his tongue sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, and you couldn’t hold back the moans that spilled from your lips. “Nicholas,” you whimpered, your voice breathy and desperate.

“That’s it baby,” he murmured, slipping two fingers inside you with ease. His touch had you squirming, and he moved them in sync with his tongue, building your pleasure higher and higher. “You’re so perfect,” he praised. “So responsive. Taste just as good as you look.”

Your breathing grew erratic, your pussy tightening around his finger as the sensation became overwhelming. “Sir,” you gasped, your grip on his hair tightening. “I’m gonna—”

“C’mon baby,” he encouraged. “Cum for me, beautiful.”

His words tipped you over the edge, and with a cry, you fell apart beneath him. Your body trembled as the orgasm washed over you, and he didn’t stop, working you through every wave of pleasure until you were left breathless and trembling.

As you relaxed, his lips trailed back up your body, leaving soft kisses. When he reached your face, he smiled down at you, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “You’re fucking amazing,” he whispered.

You caught your breath, still trembling from the pleasure he’d just given you. You tilted your head up to meet his eyes, a small, mischievous smile on your lips.

“I wanna please you too,” you whispered, your voice soft.

“Yeah?” he asked. “Wanna be my good little cock sucker?”

Your breath caught at his words, but the flush of desire through your body made you nod without hesitation. “Yes,” you murmured, but his smirk widened.

“Say it properly,” he demanded. “Yes, sir.”

You swallowed, your gaze never leaving his as you obeyed. “Yes, sir.”

“Good fucking girl,” he said. He leaned back slightly, giving you room as you slid off the bed and sank to your knees before him. The sight of you looking up at him from that angle made his jaw tighten, but he maintained control, watching you with focus.

Your fingers moved to unbuckle his belt, your hands steady but your heart racing. As you tugged it free and unzipped his pants, your pussy dripped. When you finally freed his cock, your eyes widened, and your lips parted in surprise.

Nicholas smirked down at you, clearly pleased by your reaction. “Now you know how big it is,” he said, his tone dripping with arrogance.

You glanced up at him, still slightly stunned, but you couldn’t help the small, breathy laugh that escaped you. “It’s—a lot,” you admitted, your voice teasing.

“You can handle it,” he replied confidently, wrapping a hand gently but firmly in your hair. His fingers tightened slightly, enough to guide you.

Leaning forward, you began slowly, your lips wrapping around him as you took him into your mouth. He moaned softly at the first touch. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Just like that. You’re such a good girl for me.”

The sound of his praise spurred you on, and you moved with more confidence, hollowing your cheeks as you took him down your throat. His grip in your hair tightened slightly, guiding you at a steady pace. “God, your mouth feels amazing,” he muttered, his head tilting back for a moment before his gaze returned to you.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he continued, his voice strained but steady. “Sucking my dick so well. Just like I knew you would.”

You couldn’t help but moan softly at his words, the vibrations pulling another groan from him. His free hand reached down to cup your cheek briefly before sliding back into your hair, his touch firm but still careful.

“Such a perfect mouth,” he murmured, his voice rougher now. “You’re making me lose my mind.”

You glanced up at him, your eyes meeting his as you continued, and the look in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine. The way he looked at you—like you were the most intoxicating thing he’d ever seen—only made you want to please him more.

Your tongue slid across his shaft as you moved, every glide eliciting a deep, guttural sound from him. You moved your head faster and massaged his heavy balls, his breathing turned uneven, and his grip in your hair tightened. “You’re such a good little cock sucker,” he muttered, his voice rough.

Just as his cock throbbed, and you thought he was close to letting go, he grasped your hair gently but firmly, pulling you back. “I’m not gonna cum in your mouth tonight,” he murmured, his eyes dark and unwavering as they locked with yours. “Next time, I’ll fill that gorgeous mouth of yours. But right now, I need to be inside you. Need to fill your pussy up first.”

Nicholas hovered over you, brushing a thumb across your lips as he looked into your eyes. “Are you ready? Are you sure you want this? I need to hear you say it.”

You nodded, your breath shaky. “Yes, sir. I’m sure.”

He smirked faintly at your words, though his gaze softened with something deeper. “You know there’s no going back from this,” he murmured, his voice low. “And no one can ever find out.”

“I don’t care about anything else right now,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I just want you.”

His expression flickered, caught between control and desire. Slowly, he leaned down to kiss you, taking his time as though to savor the moment. His hands moved over your body, caressing your skin and pulling off your dress fully leaving you bare.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured, his breath warm against your collarbone as his lips trailed lower. “So beautiful and all mine.”

“All yours,” you echoed.

He lined the leaking, heavy tip with your entrance and rubbed it along your folds. He was so big, probably the biggest you’d ever had. That’s one of the things you loved about older men.

He stared into your eyes as he slowly pushed his cock inside you. You gasped for air, the feeling of him filling you inch by inch taking your breath away. It felt like he was so deep and he just started.

“Breathe baby, you can take it.” You nodded, biting your lips as he could only get half way in but that was enough. He started snapping his hips to meet yours, the friction against your clit making you shiver. His raw cock dragged along your walls and you could feel every vein.

“You’re fucking me so good,” you croaked out, getting lost in pleasure.

“Yeah? Only I can make you feel this good,” he smirked.

He pushed your legs back even further, and the new angle had his cock going even deeper. Your pussy clenched tightly around him and he moaned, increasing his pace. “I can’t get enough of this wet fucking pussy,” he groaned. You wrapped your arms around his neck, grinding against him as he fucked you.

You couldn’t contain the loud moans that left your lips feeling him snap harshly into you, his cock practically kissing your cervix. If you had felt guilty about fucking your dad’s best friend before, it all went out the window as you felt an intense orgasm approaching.

“Gonna cum for me baby? Yeah? Do it. Cum all over my cock,” he growled.

Your entire body shuddered and you stared into his dark eyes as a rush of liquid spurted from your pussy, soaking his raw cock. He continued pounding into you, guiding you through your high until he flipped you so that you were on top of him.

You cried out as he positioned his cock back inside your aching pussy, your nails digging into his chest.

“Fucking ride me like the slut you are,” he said.

The stretch was intense, your pussy twitching as you sank down on his cock, taking him deeper, every inch filling you to the brim. Your pace was wild, desperate, and you screamed feeling his cock repeatedly hit that perfect spot deep inside you.

Nicholas’ hand wrapped around your throat, his grip firm, cutting off your breath just enough to make your head swoon. Your tits bounced with each thrust and he reached up, tangling his fingers in your hair, tugging your head down to make you look at him. His eyes were locked on yours, dark and possessive, as he forced you to glance down at your own stomach to look at the bulge in your belly where his thick cock was buried deep inside you.

“Look at that baby. Look how deep my cock is inside you,” he teased.

“S-so deep sir,” you screamed, lifting your hips and dropping back down.

The sight of him in your guts, being on top of his muscular body, it was all enough to send you over the edge. Tears spilled down your cheeks as you moaned his name and came on his thick cock. Your entire body convulsed as you did, muscles contracting around him, gripping him tight. But Nicholas wasn’t done. He fucked you even harder, his hips snapping against yours with brutal precision as you whimpered on top him.

“Oh shit. I’m gonna cum inside you, take it. Take it like a good little girl.”

You collapsed on top of him and he wrapped his big arms around you, bucking his hips deep inside you. Soft whimpers left your lips as you felt his hot load fill your insides and you were almost sure you came again from just that. Your pussy clenched down, milking him of everything he had and he continued thrusting slowly, making sure every drop went inside you.

He held you close, kissing the top of your head as you both caught your breath, relishing in the afterglow of the moment. Nicholas leaned back slightly, brushing a damp strand of hair away from your face. “You okay?” he asked softly.

You nodded, catching your breath. “I’m more than okay,” you replied with a small smile.

He grinned back at you, running a hand through his tousled hair. “That was incredible. You’re the best I’ve ever had.”

A soft laugh escaped you. “I could say the same,” you admitted, cheeks warm as you avoided his intense gaze.

He lifted you off him then stood, stretching before heading to grab a towel from the bathroom. You watched him move, his broad shoulders, his strong back and felt a familiar heat start to build again. By the time he returned and gently cleaned you up, his touch so attentive and tender, the idea of another round was already teasing the back of your mind.

But you stayed quiet, watching his face as he finished and leaned over you, planting a kiss on your temple. “You don’t regret this, do you?” he asked.

You shook your head quickly. “No. Do you?”

“Not at all,” he said immediately, a reassuring smile on his lips. Then he sighed, running a hand over his face. “But if your dad ever finds out—”

You placed a hand on his chest, cutting him off. “He won’t,” you said firmly. “He can’t. He would never forgive you.”

Nicholas nodded slowly. “Yeah. We’ll keep this between us, then.”

The unspoken agreement hung in the air for a moment before you sat up, reaching for your clothes. As much as you wanted to stay wrapped up in him for the night, you knew better. “I should go,” you said reluctantly, slipping your dress back on and smoothing it down.

Nicholas leaned back against the doorframe, watching you with a smirk. “You know, you don’t make it easy to say goodbye,” he teased as you slipped on your shoes.

You walked over to him, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” you murmured against his mouth.

He grinned and gave you one last kiss before opening the door. “Goodnight princess,” he said, his hand sliding down to give your ass a smack. You shot him a look over your shoulder, smirking as you stepped out into the hallway.

But the moment you turned, your stomach dropped. There, just a few feet away, was your dad, stepping out of his room with the woman from the pool earlier.

Your heart stopped.

His eyes flicked between you and Nicholas, who was now standing in the doorway behind you, and you forced a smile, hoping your face didn’t betray the panic building in your chest.

“Hey, sweetheart,” your dad said casually, his arm around the woman’s waist. “What are you doing up so late?”

You fumbled for words, glancing back at Nicholas, who gave you a subtle nod before stepping back into his room. “I, uh, I couldn’t sleep,” you managed, swallowing hard. “I was just getting some air.”

Your dad narrowed his eyes slightly but didn’t press. “Alright,” he said, his tone light. “Well, get some rest. We’ve got a full day tomorrow.”

“Of course,” you said quickly, forcing a smile. “Goodnight, Dad.”

“Night, kid.”

As he turned to head back into his room with the woman, you let out a shaky breath, your pulse still racing. You hurried back into your own room, your mind spinning. You couldn’t believe how close that had been.

In the bathroom, hot water cascaded over your body, soothing your muscles but doing little to quiet your thoughts. You leaned against the cool tile of the shower wall, closing your eyes as you tried to steady your breathing. The memory of Nicholas hovered like a spark in the dark. You could still feel his hands on you, the way he moaned your name like it was a prayer, and the look in his eyes that made you forget anything outside of that moment existed.

You knew this was dangerous. You knew you should stop before it spiraled out of control. What’s done in the dark always comes to light, you reminded yourself, the words playing in your mind like a warning.

But then his voice echoed in your head. The thought sent a shiver down your spine, and you groaned softly, pressing your forehead to the wall. “What am I doing?” you muttered to yourself, the guilt swirling in your chest.

Still, no matter how much you tried to rationalize, you couldn’t shake the pull he had over you. The way he made you feel alive, craved, wanted, it was intoxicating. You bit your lip, your cheeks heating even as you stood under the water.

The truth settled heavily in your chest. You couldn’t stop. Not now. Not after the way he made you feel, the way he fucked you like you were his very fantasy come to life. The way he held you, kissed you, worshipped every part of you. You needed more.

You turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, wrapping yourself in a plush towel. As you stared at your reflection in the foggy mirror, your mind wandered back to the way Nicholas had whispered your name, the way his lips had trailed over your pussy. A quiet voice in your head reminded you of the risk, the possibility of your dad finding out, the fallout it could bring.

But as you looked at yourself, you found a strange sort of clarity. You weren’t going to let Nicholas go.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 10 months ago

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Just Friends: Sleepover

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Bucky Barnes

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Summary: Bucky sleeps over.

It’s giving

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“Should be good as new,” Bucky sits back on the footstool and rubs his neck. “Don’t know about me, though.”

You lean on the counter with a sheepish smile, “I told you, I’d call the landlord.”

“Uh huh? And try to light this thing in the meantime? You’d set yourself on fire,” he closes the over door and stands. “I like you unsinged, dreamy.”

“I have a microwave,” you roll your eyes.

“Oh, you mean the one that sparks and sounds like military tank?” He challenges as he packs up his toolbox.

“It makes the food hot,” you rebuff.

“Uh huh. Maybe the radiation is getting to ya,” he teases as he puts the box on the counter.

He stretches his arms and as he brings them down, he yawns, covering his mouth. He turns his other wrist to check the time.

“God, it’s late,” he says.

“Is it--” you choke on your words as you see the time on the stove. “Oh gosh, Buckyyy.” You whine. “You shouldn’t have stayed so long.”

“And let you burn this place down? You’re going to give me flashbacks. God, I think it was... 1938. Steve was living with his ma still, taking care of her, and he left some newspapers by the stove...”

“1938...” you echo. “Right, I’m not going to say it.”

“You better not,” he pokes you in the ribs playfully. “Well, I guess I shouldn’t waste any more of your time. You know, I’ll be just fine walking through the dark. I might get overtime pay if I can wrangle in some hoodlums--”

“Oh, stop,” you huff, “I’ll get you a blanket and a pillow. I know the couch is a bit small.”

“Ah, doll, you don’t gotta--”

“God, you sound like such an old man. ‘Doll, you want a lozenge?’” You mock as you throw your hands up. “Can’t anyone do something nice for you?”

“What? What do you mean? I’m joshing ya,” he follows you as you spin and march out of the kitchen.

“Sure, I know. Always a joke with you.”

“What is this about? The date?” He asks.

“Well... I thought you’d be more excited,” you shrug. “I was really excited for you. Now I feel like I’m forcing you.”

“You kinda are,” he leans again the wall as you open the closet, the door blocking him from your view.

“Forcing you to go out with a sophisticated, gorgeous, woman? I know, it’s torture.”

“Trust me, I know what torture is. It’s not a joke,” he crosses his arms. You blanch.

“I-- sorry, I didn’t mean--” you stutter as you kick the door shut.

He laughs, “got ya again.” He taps the end of your nose then takes the blanket from you. “Relax, I said yes. I’ll put on a tie and comb my hair. Look human.”

“Awesome,” you smile and he squints.

“Mm, and you always do that,” he accuses. “Those puppy dog eyes.”

“I’m more of a cat person,” you giggle. “There’s a pillow on the back of the couch and—oh, want a hot chocolate. I usually have one before bed.”

“Hot chocolate?” He repeats as he goes to the couch and drops the blanket on top.

“Sure! I got the oreo stuff.”

“Nah, I’m good,” he sits and rolls his shoulder.

“Well, you snooze, you lose. More for me,” you tilt your head and skip back into the kitchen. You flip the kettle on and sweep back into the living room.

“What about you?” Bucky asks before you can leave him. “You still coming? You find someone?”

“Oh, I’ll be there but I’m still looking for a date,” you say. “Don’t worry, I got a few ideas.”

“Right, lined up the block, huh?”

You stick your tongue out and flit into the bedroom, “whatever.”

You close the door behind you and change into your pajamas. The fluffy pink shorts go perfectly with the tee with the bunny on the front. You step into your slippers and go back out.

As you come out, Bucky pushes his hair back and groans. He has his shirt off as he sits back and pushes his arms wide. He cracks his neck again as your eyes meet.

“Last call for hot chocolate?” You offer.

“No thanks,” he says as he leans forward.

You smile and scurry into the kitchen. The tension rises with the steam of the kettle. You weren’t expecting to see him like that. Well, it’s just his chest and his abs. Abs? He has abs. Holy moly.

You look down and poke your pudge. Maybe he can give you some tips. You peel back the lid from the canister of chocolate powder; a start would be cutting down on the sweets.

The hardwood shifts and his footsteps circles around to the kitchen door. You glance over as you spoon the mix into a mug. You put the lid back on and shove the can back into the cupboard.

“Water?” He asks.

“Sure, fridge,” you point.

The kettle clicks and you take it of its heater. You pour and glance over as Bucky pulls open the fridge. He bends to search the mostly bare shelves. You’re overdue for a shop.

“The jug should be--” the water laps over the side of the mug and hits your fingers. “Ow! Ayeee!”

You slam the kettle down and shake your hand. Bucky’s so fast, you squeal as he grabs you and spins you to face the sink. He flips the cold water on and shoves your hand under the flow. You whine again at the frigid splash.

“Ah, Bucky, I’m fine. It’s just a little water,” you tug but he keeps a hold of you.

“I told you to be careful,” he huffs. “You should pay attention.”

“I was trying to help,” you say.

“And I’m tryna help you stay outta trouble,” he reproaches.

“I’m okay. Really, it’s nothing.” You shut off the tap and wriggle free of his grasp. “See?”

The burn stings but it’s nothing you can’t handle. You’re more affected by his suddenness. You can feel his hard strength throbbing in your wrist. If he didn’t want to let go, he wouldn’t have to. That thought needles behind your ears.

He drops his shoulders, “sorry, dream. Really. I was just... you scared me, you know? I hear ya make those noises and I get a bit... uptight.”

You exhale and give a small smile, “no, I... appreciate it. I mean, you can’t turn hero mode off, can ya?”

He chuckles and the air thins, “yeah. Guess that’s what you can call it.”

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #series #drabble #just friends #mcu #marvel #winter soldier #captain america #avengers #dark!bucky barnes

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xmattschainx · 5 months ago

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The Observer

the one where your crush on matt could only stay a secret for so long before you literally get caught in a sticky situation (10.8K words)

Contains: smut, voyeurism, f masturbation, dom! bsf!matt x sub! bsf!fem reader

The sun was high in the sky, casting golden streaks across the still lake, and the air smelled faintly of pine. It was a perfect day. I sat on the shore, wrapped in a light sweater, feeling the cool breeze sweep through my hair. I didn’t want to look too obvious, but I couldn’t help myself. Matt and Chris were in the water, just a few meters away, their laughter drifting on the air. Matt, especially Matt, was what my mind kept circling back to.

I had always tried to ignore the way my heart would race when he was near, or the flutter that would hit my stomach whenever he smiled that warm, easy smile of his. He had no idea. He never would. I was good at pretending it didn’t matter, that it didn’t hurt to keep everything buried, even though every glance, every word, every laugh he shared with me made it harder to stay quiet.

I pulled my knees up to my chest, resting my chin on them as I let out a slow breath. If I told him, and he didn’t feel the same, everything would change. I’d lose this easy, effortless thing we had. The teasing, the late-night talks, the way he always pulled me into a hug when I was cold. If I spoke it into existence, I might break it. And I wasn’t sure I could survive that.

So instead, I sat in silence, staring out at the lake, where Matt was still laughing, still playing, completely unaware of the way my heart clenched every time I looked at him.

Matt splashed water at Chris, his hair wet and clinging to his forehead, those piercing blue eyes flashing with mischief. I caught myself staring again, my fingers curling around the rough fabric of my sweater. The way the sunlight caught in his hair, making it glow, the way he moved so effortlessly in the water. He was a force of nature like the wind or the lake itself, wild, free, so damn beautiful, and so completely out of my reach.

I tried to shake the thoughts away, forcing myself to look at the ground, but the sound of their voices kept pulling me back. The breeze lifted the scent of the lake, mingling with the musk of pine trees, and I watched as Matt’s laugh rang out, so natural and carefree, as he tossed his head back, water droplets scattering from his hair. There was something magnetic about him, something I’d never been able to look away from.

“Hey, are you just gonna sit there all day?” Chris called, swimming towards me. His voice broke my trance, and I snapped my head up, trying to act casual, like I wasn’t just staring at Matt with an intensity I couldn’t explain.

“I was just... enjoying the view.” I said, my voice a little too breathy, but I quickly cleared my throat, trying to cover it. “It’s nice out here.”

Chris smirked, clearly oblivious to the inner turmoil in my chest. “It’s a lake, yeah. But it’s more fun when you get in.”

I laughed, a nervous little chuckle, and shifted my weight, my eyes once again finding Matt, who was now floating on his back. His arms stretched out, his face turned upward, the sun kissing his skin in a way that made everything inside me tighten. I was so close, yet so far. I didn’t even know how to act around him anymore.

But he wasn’t looking at me. His focus was on the water, on the ripples forming around him, on whatever had captured his attention. And I could only sit here, caught in my own head, watching him from a distance. I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the ache in my chest. Why was this so difficult?

“Come on, let’s swim!” Chris insisted, splashing water in my direction again. I stood, pushing thoughts of Matt aside, but the quiet ache in my heart didn’t go away. It never did.

As I finally joined them into the cool water, my eyes met Matt’s for the briefest moment. I didn’t know if he even noticed, but it felt like a spark, an unspoken connection that lingered in the air. For a moment, everything felt suspended. For a heartbeat, it was like we were the only two people there.

But before I could think too much about it, Chris splashed me from behind, snapping me out of my trance. The moment passed. Just like it always did.

“Bet I can swim faster than you!” I called out to Chris, trying to break the tension in my chest. It was easier to focus on a game, on anything other than the feeling that had settled there, just under the surface.

“You’re on!” he grinned, splashing water in my face. I squealed, trying to dodge it, but he was faster. I laughed, feeling the rush of water on my skin as I swam towards the shore, with Chris close behind.

But just as I made it halfway, the soft ripples of the water around us shifted. I glanced up, noticing two girls from the nearby lake house swimming towards us. At first, I thought nothing of it, they were just some other vacationers, out for a swim. But then I noticed the way they moved, the way they smiled. It was all a little too deliberate.

They were clearly interested in Matt and Chris.

"Hey there!" one of the girls called out, her voice light and flirty. She had dark brown hair, a bright smile, and a tan that could rival any model's. The other girl, blonde with a playful twinkle in her eyes, nodded at Chris, swimming a little closer.

I stood in the water, trying to keep my expression neutral as they swam up to both the brothers, my gaze flicking to Matt. He flashed a smile at the girls, and the instant shift in his demeanor sent a sharp pang through me.

The girl with the dark hair turned her attention to Matt almost immediately, moving in close with a giggle. “We saw you two out here earlier. Didn’t expect to see anyone else this far out.”

Matt's usual easy smile appeared, but there was something different about it when he looked at her… something warmer, something more engaging. “Yeah, we were just messing around. Glad to see you guys out here. You’re not too far from that other house, huh?”

His voice had this effortless charm, a kind of natural warmth that made everything feel easy. And the way she laughed at his words, a little too loudly, made my stomach churn.

The girl flipped her hair over her shoulder and leaned in closer, her fingers brushing against Matt’s arm in a way that felt far too intimate. “Yeah, just down that way.” she said, her eyes twinkling.

I wanted to look away, to not pay attention, but the ache in my chest wouldn’t let me. She was so open, so forward. The way she flirted with him, the way she made it so obvious she wanted him. And Matt, oblivious as always, seemed to be soaking it all in, laughing along with her.

Meanwhile, Chris was talking with the other girl, their conversation light and easy. I barely caught any of it, my mind fixated on the way Matt was talking to her, how effortlessly he was playing along. He didn’t seem to notice how the girl was leaning in more, how she kept inching closer to him, her hand grazing his arm as she “accidentally” brushed it a few too many times.

I couldn’t tear my gaze away, but I didn’t want to be caught staring. So, I looked down, keeping my eyes on the rippling water below me, pretending the sharp sting of jealousy wasn’t eating at me. It wasn’t like I had a right to feel this way. I hadn’t made a move. I hadn’t even told him how I felt. But seeing this... it made everything inside me feel tight, like the space in my chest was shrinking, getting filled with something bitter and cold.

The girl laughed at something Matt said, her hand now resting casually on his shoulder. He shifted, but not in the way I had hoped. He was letting it happen.

I swallowed hard, forcing a smile as I swam a little farther from them, trying to give myself some space. Trying to breathe.

Everything felt distant now. Even though I was in the water with them, it felt like I was no longer part of the moment. The sound of their laughter, the easy way Matt interacted with her, all of it felt like it was happening far away, just outside my reach.

Chris called out to me, but my mind was elsewhere. I could hear their voices, the girl’s laugh, the soft hum of conversation, and the way Matt’s voice dipped lower when he spoke to her. And with each passing second, I felt a little more lost.

I had to keep pretending that it didn’t bother me, that I wasn’t watching Matt and this new girl, knowing full well that I was only fooling myself.

“Hey!” The dark haired girl called out, her voice sweet but confident, pulling my attention back towards the group. “We’re having a bonfire at our place tonight. You guys should come by. It’ll be fun, lots of people from the nearby houses will be there too.”

She looked directly at Matt when she said it, her smile wide and inviting, like she was trying to pull him in with her eyes. I couldn’t help but notice how easy it was for her to capture his attention, how he shifted towards her instinctively, like he was already hooked.

“There will be music, food, and of course, plenty of chances to get to know each other better." the blonde girl added, her gaze briefly landing on Chris.

I watched as Matt considered the invitation, the wheels in his head turning, clearly intrigued. He met my eyes for a second, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. But it was fleeting, and he was quick to turn back to the girls.

“Sounds fun.” Matt said, grinning, though I could tell his attention had already shifted. “We’ll be there.”

Chris chimed in then, agreeing just as easily, his attention more focused on the blonde girl than the situation at large. The sound of their voices blended together, and despite my best efforts to stay present, I felt the space between us widen.

I forced myself to smile, keeping my voice light, even though I could feel my heart sinking. "Yeah, that sounds great." I said, my words coming out too easily, as if I didn’t care at all.

The girls exchanged a quick glance, their expressions gleaming with satisfaction. “Great,” the dark haired girl said, her voice lingering in the air, as if she’d already claimed victory. “We’ll see you guys around sunset, then!”

With that, they swam off, their presence still lingering in the air long after they were out of earshot. The lightness in their voices, the way they moved, and the way they owned the moment. It all felt like a silent victory.

I looked over at Matt, but he was already half-focused on something else, the breeze tousling his hair as he walked back towards shore, chatting with Chris. I stood in the water for a few moments longer, holding my ground, trying to steady my breathing.

“Hey, you okay?” Chris asked, noticing my silence. He had a concerned look in his eyes, but it didn’t quite match the playful vibe we’d had earlier. His attention was split between me and the retreating figures of the two girls, who were now getting out of the water. He was still too distracted to notice how much of a mess I was inside.

“Yeah.” I lied, flashing a small smile. “I’m good. Just... thinking about tonight, I guess.”

It was a lie, but it wasn’t a complete one. I had a lot to think about.

As we made our way to the shore, the reality of the evening began to settle in. The bonfire would be a chance to bond, sure, but it would also be the perfect opportunity for Matt to get closer to the girl who had practically thrown herself at him. And there I would be, sitting in the background, trying not to feel the heat of the flames in my chest.

But maybe, just maybe, I could play along. I could make the night fun, forget about the way things had shifted, and pretend for a little while longer that none of this mattered. That I was okay with watching Matt and the girl get closer, even if it broke me a little more each time they exchanged a laugh or a glance.

The sun had now dipped low on the horizon, casting an orange glow over the lake as we approached the bonfire. The heat from the fire danced in the air, mingling with the cool evening breeze. The sound of laughter and music reached our ears before we even arrived at our destination. I tried to shake off the sense of anticipation, but the way the night had been building up, especially after the encounter in the water, made it feel almost unbearable.

The moment we reached the edge of the gathering, the two girls were already waiting for us, practically bouncing with energy. They looked even more confident now, dressed in casual, revealing clothes that hugged their figures. The dark haired girl’s hair shimmered in the firelight, and the blonde girl flashed a bright smile that had Chris’s attention immediately.

“Hey!” The dark haired girl’s voice was high-pitched with excitement as she practically ran up to Matt, her eyes sparkling with something I couldn’t quite name. “You actually made it! I was hoping you would.”

I couldn’t help but watch the way she leaned in just a little too close, her hand brushing lightly against his arm. Matt, the easy going guy, flashed his usual grin, completely unaware or maybe just choosing to ignore how forward she was being.

“Of course.” he said casually, his hand slipping into his pocket as he looked around. “Thanks for inviting us.”

Her lips pulled into a smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes, though she kept the attention on him, clearly not ready to share. “We’re just glad you’re here.” she said, her voice softening as her fingers lingered just a little too long on his arm.

Beside her, the blonde girl was practically glued to Chris’ side, her gaze flickering between him and Matt. “We weren’t sure if you two would show up.” she said, her tone playful but with that undeniable edge of flirtation. “But perfect timing.”

Chris chuckled, clearly enjoying the attention, but I could see the way his eyes kept flicking back to the dark haired girl. It was obvious who was in control of this little dynamic.

I stayed on the periphery, my arms crossed loosely over my chest as I tried to keep myself in check. I watched them, the way the girls hung on every word Matt and Chris spoke, the way their hands grazed their arms, their backs. They were laying it on thick, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from it.

The dark haired girl stepped closer to Matt, a teasing smile on her lips as she tossed her hair over her shoulder. “So... what’s the plan for tonight? We were hoping you’d join us around the fire, but if you’re feeling adventurous...” She trailed off, her eyes sliding down his body with a look that was far more suggestive than I was prepared for.

I could feel the heat creeping up my neck. She was practically undressing him with her eyes, and he was eating it up. I wanted to say something, anything, to shift the focus away from how much she was leaning into him, how comfortable she seemed with it. But I couldn’t. It felt like my voice was stuck in my throat, paralyzed by the sight of Matt, who seemed oblivious to the entire charade.

“Yeah, the fire’s great, but the lake looks even better at night.” the blonde girl chimed in, her fingers brushing Chris’ arm as she leaned in a little closer, dropping her voice lower. “You guys don’t mind if we keep you company, right?”

Matt chuckled, his smile widening, completely at ease, but I noticed how the dark haired girl had moved even closer, her shoulder brushing against his. I forced myself to look away, biting the inside of my cheek, trying to pretend that it didn’t bother me.

The fire crackled louder as we all gathered around, but I couldn’t focus on the warm flames or the people laughing. All I could think about was how effortless it was for the two girls to invade their space, how they slipped under Matt and Chris’ skin with such ease. And it stung. It stung because I knew that I would never have that kind of freedom with Matt. I couldn’t even make myself visible enough for him to see me that way.

As the night wore on, the fire crackled, sending sparks flying into the dark sky. The air was thick with the smell of burning wood and the faces of strangers slowly becoming familiar. Music played softly in the background, and drinks were passed around in plastic cups, but it was the heat of the game that seemed to ignite something far deeper.

Truth or Dare.

It had started casually enough. Laughter rang out after each round, a few harmless dares and silly truths shared between us all. But the atmosphere had shifted. The girls were sitting closer to Matt and Chris now, their legs brushing against theirs, their attention never wavering. The game had become more than just a game. It had become a subtle battle for who could grab their attention first.

I sat back, pretending not to notice the way the girls were eyeing Matt and Chris, but I could feel the electricity in the air. My turn had come and gone, and though I kept my answers light, I couldn’t ignore the weight of the moment pressing down on me. I could barely focus on the game itself, let alone the way my pulse quickened every time Matt glanced my way.

It was the dark haired girl’s turn again. She was grinning as she picked up the bottle, spinning it lazily, but there was a challenge in her eyes, something daring. The bottle came to a stop, pointing directly at her.

“Ooh, this is gonna be fun.” she said, her lips curling into a playful smile. She turned to her friend, her voice teasing. “Dare me.”

Her friend, the blonde girl’s lips tugged into a sly smile. “Okay,” she said, her eyes glinting mischievously. “Kiss a stranger.”

A hushed silence fell over the group for a second, the air thick with tension. We all knew exactly what that meant.

I could feel my heart race, the sense of inevitability washing over me. The dark haired girl’s gaze flickered over to Matt, and I could see the moment she decided. She turned to face him, her smile never leaving her face.

“Well Matt,” she said, her voice smooth and flirtatious. “I think you're my lucky stranger tonight.”

Before anyone could react, she was already moving towards him, her hands brushing against his chest as she leaned in. Matt’s eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he gave her a small, confused smile, caught off guard but clearly unsure how to react.

The heat from the fire seemed to intensify as she closed the gap between them. And for a moment, everything went still. The crackling of the fire, the whispers of the night, even the sound of my own breathing faded into the background.

Then, she kissed him.

It was soft, slow, and too intimate. A kiss that was meant to tell a story without words. The kind of kiss that made you wonder if it was only the start of something more. The kiss lingered in the air longer than I wanted it to. Then finally the dark haired girl had pulled back from Matt with a content smile.

“Oh, you’re good.” she said, her voice low.

Matt seemed frozen for a second, his blue eyes wide, the faintest blush creeping up his neck. He blinked a few times, processing what had just happened. And though he laughed it off with a soft chuckle, there was something unsettled in the way he shifted, as if trying to make sense of the moment.

I tried not to look at him, tried not to notice the way his gaze lingered on the girl for just a moment too long. But I couldn’t stop myself. I couldn’t look away from how easily she’d claimed him, how effortlessly she had slipped into his space, pulling him in.

The dark haired girl, on the other hand, was already leaning back casually, a grin tugging at her lips as if she had just claimed some victory. The others around the fire had started talking again, the chatter a background noise that felt distant to me, almost like I wasn’t even there. But I felt everything. Every moment.

I couldn't breathe.

I couldn’t watch it anymore. My chest tightened, and all the air felt like it was being sucked out of me. It wasn’t just the kiss, it was the entire situation. The way she had gotten to him first, without hesitation, and I had just stood there like an invisible spectator.

I stood up abruptly, my legs feeling unsteady beneath me. “I’ll be right back.” I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper.

Nobody seemed to hear me, or if they did, they didn’t care. They were too busy talking, laughing, lost in the world they had created around the fire. But I didn’t care. I needed to leave.

I quickly walked away from the group, my footsteps crunching in the gravel path that led to the house. My thoughts were a blur, everything feeling too loud, too fast. I reached the cooler by the porch and grabbed a drink, not caring what it was. I twisted the cap off and took a long swig, feeling the cold liquid burn down my dry throat, hoping it would numb something.

But nothing was numb. Not really.

I could still see the kiss in my mind, hear the soft sound of lips meeting, and the way Matt hadn’t pulled away. And all I could do was replay it over and over, each time it cutting me a little deeper.

I leaned against the porch railing, trying to catch my breath, my pulse still racing in the aftershock of everything that had just happened. I hated how vulnerable I felt, how exposed. I wasn’t supposed to care this much, but it hurt in a way that I hadn’t expected. It was like a sharp ache that wouldn’t go away.

I stood there, alone by the cooler for what felt like an eternity, staring into the empty space around me, trying to gather my thoughts. The burn of the drink in my hand didn’t do anything to dull the tightness in my chest, and I hated the way I couldn’t shake the image of Matt and that girl’s kiss from my mind. My heart was still pounding, and I knew that I had to pull myself together before I could face the others.

I took another deep breath and forced myself to walk back towards the bonfire. The laughter, the music, and the chatter all seemed so distant now, like I was moving through a dream. I tried to push down the irrational feeling of being left out, of not fitting in, but it wasn’t easy.

By the time I reached the fire, the group was still there, chatting and laughing, but Matt and the dark haired girl were nowhere in sight.

I scanned the faces in the group, feeling a strange sense of unease creeping up my spine. The way everyone was relaxed and carefree made me feel out of place, like I was suddenly on the outside looking in.

I tried not to care. But I really did. Where were they?

I watched the group for a few more moments, waiting, hoping that they would come back soon, but the longer I waited, the more restless I became. What was taking them so long?

A knot of jealousy twisted in my stomach, and I couldn’t help it. I was becoming more and more curious. Something inside me was telling me that I needed to know what was going on, needed to figure out where they had gone.

I decided to move around the party, looking for Matt and the girl, my mind racing. I walked past a few groups of people, greeting some of them with forced smiles, trying to appear casual. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted… something had changed.

And the nagging suspicion in my chest wouldn’t let me ignore it.

I wandered further from the fire, past the scattered groups, and into a quieter area near the edge of the property, close to the dense trees that lined the back of the lake house. I was starting to feel foolish, but something in me pushed me forward. I couldn’t stop.

And then I saw them.

Through the shadows, tucked away behind the thick trunk of an old tree, I could make out the faintest movement. My breath hitched as I caught the unmistakable figure of Matt. But it wasn’t just him. The girl was pressed up against him, her hands tangled in his hair, lips locked in a kiss that was so heated, so desperate, that it made my heart drop to my stomach.

I froze, my pulse suddenly pounding in my ears, my feet unwilling to move.

I watched them for what felt like too long. Her body against his, her hands all over him, pulling him closer as if she couldn’t get enough. The kiss deepened, and Matt didn’t pull away. His hands were on her back, fingers grazing the skin beneath her shirt as she arched up against the tree.

I stood frozen, my breath caught in my throat. I was unable to move, unable to look away. The darkness around me felt like a blanket that muffled the sounds of the party behind me, leaving me with only the image of Matt and the girl pressed together in the shadows.

They didn’t notice me. How could they? They were completely lost in each other, and I was just another figure in the darkness, invisible to them. But I could see everything. Every movement, every shift of their bodies. It was almost like the world had stopped around me, and all that existed was this moment.

The girl’s hands were tangled in Matt’s hair, pulling him closer to her as if she couldn’t get enough. Her lips moved against his with a sort of urgency, deep and needy, and Matt was responding in a way that made my pulse race. His movements were slow but deliberate, his hands tracing her back with a kind of possessiveness I hadn’t expected.

I felt heat pool in my stomach, a mixture of confusion and something else… something deeper, something more primal. I watched as his fingers slid beneath the girl’s shirt, his touch so sure, so confident. The way he traced the curve of her spine sent an involuntary shiver down my own back, as if the touch was meant for me. But it wasn’t. It was for her.

She moaned softly against him, and I flinched, feeling the heat in my chest rise. The sound was too intimate, too raw. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the way Matt’s mouth moved against hers, his lips parting just enough for her to deepen the kiss. His hands slipped lower, caressing her body with a smoothness that made my stomach tighten.

My breath quickened, and I felt the tension in my body build with every passing second. It was like a fire had been lit deep inside of me, and no matter how much I tried to suppress it, the heat only intensified. I was a voyeur, watching something so private, something so intimate, and yet I couldn’t bring myself to look away.

Matt’s hands slid down, and I couldn’t see exactly what they were doing, but I could imagine. The way his body pressed against hers, the way her back arched towards him, and the way she seemed to melt into his touch, it was enough to make my own skin burn. My mind raced, torn between the jealousy clawing at me and the strange desire that I couldn’t control.

I wanted to move, to walk away, but my feet were glued to the spot. Every time I tried to pull my gaze away, I found myself looking back, as if I were addicted to the way Matt touched her. There was something so... confident about him. So powerful. The way he moved, the way his body language spoke volumes. He wasn’t just participating in the kiss, he was commanding it, directing it, and controlling the pace.

It felt almost like he wasn’t just kissing her, he was drawing her into a world that only he could control. I didn’t understand why it made me feel the way I did. There was a strange, sick mixture of arousal and jealousy, and neither emotion seemed to overpower the other. My body was heating up and my heart was pounding in my chest.

I could hear the faint sound of her soft gasps, and his breath coming in ragged bursts as their kiss deepened. His hands roamed again, this time moving lower, and I could see the way her body responded. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms pulled him even closer.

I could almost feel the heat of their bodies against each other… the friction… the desperation. The sound of skin against skin was muffled by the distance, but I could imagine it. It was too much. Too intimate.

A part of me wanted to scream, to shout at them to stop, and to force them to pull apart. But another part of me, an undeniable, deeper part, wanted to watch it unfold, wanted to keep seeing how far they would go. And I hated myself for it.

Finally, Matt broke the kiss, his lips pulling away slowly, leaving a trail of breathless silence in the air. I saw his chest heaving, his face flushed, and I realized with a shock that he was just as affected as she was. His eyes were closed, his forehead resting against hers as they caught their breaths.

The girl, still wrapped around him, was looking up at him with a grin, a grin that made my stomach turn with jealousy. In that moment, I knew she had him, and he was without doubt, happily taken.

They didn’t say anything at first. But when Matt opened his eyes and met her gaze, I saw it. It was the same look I had seen on his face earlier that night, when they had shared that brief, electric moment. But it was different now. It was more possessive, more focused, like he had given himself fully to her in a way I hadn’t expected.

It was like they were in their own world, and I was the outsider. I couldn’t escape the image of them tangled together, their bodies moving as one. The way they looked at each other, like there was no one else in the world but the two of them, was like a punch to the gut.

And I stood there in the darkness, helplessly caught in the throes of the jealousy, the desire, and the aching realization that I might never be the one to have that with him. Not in the way I wanted. Not in the way that felt real.

My heart was hammering in my chest, and I felt my breath become shallow, almost erratic. The world around me was spinning, but all I could see was them. Matt and the girl, still lost in their world behind the tree, their bodies entangled in a way that felt too intimate, too personal. My legs were weak, and for a moment, I thought I might collapse right there. I was frozen, unable to look away, but also hating every second of it.

I wanted to turn and walk away, to leave this secret moment behind, but I couldn’t. It was as though my body was caught in some kind of magnetic pull. I was drawn to them, drawn to the way Matt’s hands were sliding down the girl’s back, and the way her fingers were tangled in his shirt, tugging him closer.

I saw Matt’s jaw tighten, a low groan escaping from his throat as she kissed him again, harder this time. I couldn’t help but watch as he responded, his hands exploring her body with a certainty I had never seen before. Every motion felt deliberate, calculated, as if he knew exactly what he was doing, and knew exactly what she wanted.

I wasn’t even sure how much time had passed since I first saw them behind the tree, but it felt like a lifetime. I could hear the laughter and music from the party in the distance, but here, in the dark, there was only the sound of their heavy breathing, their soft gasps and the occasional moan that seemed to vibrate through me.

I felt my pulse quicken, the heat in my body rising in a way I couldn’t control. The jealousy wasn’t just emotional anymore, it was physical. I hated myself for the way my body responded to the sight of Matt and the girl tangled together, but I couldn’t stop it. My mind was screaming at me to move, to leave, but my body refused to listen.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry as the image of Matt’s hands moving down her body replayed in my mind, over and over. There was something so possessive about it. His fingertips seemed to leave a trail of fire wherever they touched, and it made something deep inside of me stir. I didn’t want to feel this way, but the desire and craving was undeniable.

Matt’s hand slid beneath the hem of her shirt again, pulling her closer, their bodies pressed tightly together. I saw him lean in, his lips brushing her neck, and she tilted her head back, giving him more access. The way she responded to him, like she craved him, made something inside of me tighten.

The girl’s hands roamed lower, slipping under his waistband. My breath hitched in my throat. My heart was pounding so loudly I was sure they could hear it from where I stood.

I wanted to look away. I should have. But I couldn’t.

Matt’s lips moved down her neck, his breath coming faster now, and I saw her hands pause for a brief moment as if she were waiting for him to make the next move. His eyes were closed, his face a mask of concentration as he kissed his way down her collarbone. The image of his lips against her skin made a tight knot form in my stomach.

Then suddenly, Matt’s eyes opened for just a fraction of a second, and his gaze swept across the space in front of him. It was as if he was sensing that someone was watching. My body went rigid, and I quickly stepped back, my heart nearly stopping. But before I could react, I realized he hadn’t seen me. His eyes didn’t lock onto mine.

Instead, his attention shifted back to the girl in front of him, and I felt a pang of disappointment, sharper than I’d anticipated. It was like a physical blow. He was completely immersed in her now, lost in the moment, and I was nothing more than an unseen bystander.

I turned away quickly, my pulse racing as I stumbled back towards the party. My head was spinning. I needed air. I needed to escape the overwhelming ache that had settled deep inside me.

As I walked back toward the fire, I fought to steady my breath, and to push the images of Matt and the girl out of my mind. But no matter how hard I tried, they stuck. The sound of their breathless kisses and the way their bodies moved together, it was all seared into my brain, and I couldn’t escape it.

I had wanted him, I had desired him for so long. Watching him with someone else in such an intimate way, broke me in a way I couldn’t put into words. The ache in my chest was unbearable.

When I finally rejoined the others, I tried my best to act normal, to smile, and to pretend like I hadn’t just witnessed something that would haunt me. But it was no use. The jealousy burned inside me, but it just wasn’t that. It was confusion, frustration, and something darker, something deeper that I couldn't even put a name to.

I needed space. I needed to get out of here, away from the noise and from everyone else.

I excused myself, offering a weak smile to Chris. "I'm gonna head back." I said, my voice soft but steady. Chris looked up at me, his expression unreadable, but he didn't ask any questions. I knew he must've noticed that I was off, but he was always the easygoing one, never pushing too hard.

"Alright." he nodded. "I’ll walk you there.”

"No, don’t worry about it! It’s just two houses down." I assured him with a smile and walked away.

I quickly made my way through the scattered groups of people. I could hear the faint laughter, the crackling of the bonfire behind me, but I kept walking, heading for the path that led back to our lake house. It was a short walk, but it felt like miles. My thoughts swirled in a whirlwind, each step heavier than the last. My stomach was twisted, and my mind kept replaying everything that I had witnessed.

By the time I reached the lake house, I barely even noticed the quiet around me. It was still and peaceful, the only sound was the soft lapping of the water against the shore. I entered the house, letting the door close behind me, and finally, I could breathe.

I leaned against the wall as I closed my eyes, trying to steady myself. But the images wouldn’t leave. The weight of them, the intensity of watching them kiss, it all felt like it had lodged itself deep inside my chest.

I tried to shake it off. I knew I had to. There was no point in dwelling on it, and no point in holding on to something that wasn’t mine.

But I couldn’t stop myself from wanting it.

I took a long breath and walked over to my room. I immediately changed into my pajamas in an attempt to make myself as comfortable as I could.

When I finally laid in bed, I looked up at the ceiling, my thoughts centered on the man that I was so undeniably attracted to. Matt. My mind was full of him, the sheets that should've felt cool to the touch, instead felt hot with each second that ticked off the clock and I kept thinking.

A sharp breath left me and I ran a hand across my face and through my hair that fell in a thick curtain against my pillow.

I needed to get a grip, but it was so difficult to do so when the person I was thinking about had such a strong appeal factor.

His body was slim, slightly indented with muscle and he was hard all over. In addition to that, he was inked, his body resembling art with its harsh black strokes. Sometimes, deep within my thoughts, I found myself wanting to trace his tattoos, at least one.

My heartbeat quickened as I pictured his deep blue eyes on my face. Intense, but with some kindness in them too. I'd witnessed it so many times before, but couldn't seem to stop thinking about them right now.

My pulse leaped, my lips parted and I shifted in bed as the heat I felt became sweltering. My light cotton tank top felt heavy on my skin, the otherwise soft material constricting me now. Timidly, I pushed the hem up a little higher and curled my toes against the duvet, sighing to myself.

Maybe I needed to pace around my room or go take a shower. Anything to calm my racing thoughts would suffice. Yet neither option seemed appealing and instead, I was in the need of doing something different. I simply lifted up my top a little more, the material now skimming right below my breasts.

My mind raced with thoughts of Matt. This led to me thinking back on him kissing the dark haired girl from the party, and I moaned upon recalling just how intense and sinful he looked. Stupidly I'd spied on him with her, and now I couldn't get the visual out of my head. The sensual way his lips moved, the hushed groans, his hands over her neck and skin...

I shuddered and stared at the ceiling, thinking of Matt and her kissing. Heat bloomed across my cheeks and I bit my lip, envisioning a different scenario than the one I'd witnessed.

In my head, I'd have those lips pressing against mine, feel them part and tempt my own to move whisper soft against his. And Matt wouldn't rush the moment. No, he'd kiss me nice and slow, coaxing me and my desire to open up for him. At the same time, he'd dip his tongue inside and massage it with my own.

I gasped, surprised at my thoughts as my fingertips drifted down my neck and skimmed across my collarbone. Arousal shot through me as I envisioned Matt cupping my cheeks and holding me against his body, all whilst taking my mouth as if it were his to possess.

"Oh god..." I whispered, breathing heavily when my hand ventured lower and skimmed over the top of my breast. The desire I felt inside me intensified a little more, when I felt my nipple harden from my touch. Shocked and curious, I lowered the strap of my top, freeing one of my breasts and ran my thumb across the hardened peak, moaning extra quietly at the sensations that the movement caused.

In the back of my mind, I couldn’t believe how I was slowly unravelling at the thought of my friend, but Matt made me feel things. Things I hadn't really ever felt before while being around him. It was only ever supposed to be a silly crush… right?

It almost felt mortifying to fantasize about him but yet again, I couldn’t help myself when he wouldn’t leave my mind and tortured me with wicked desires that I had never voiced out, even to myself. Matt was just too good looking and there was an intensity to him, one I couldn't quite figure out but was drawn to during moments like these.

It seemed I was on my own with these brazen thoughts about Matt, and how it would feel to kiss him. In my head, had the situation been much different, he would've taken his time undressing me, peeling off my clothes, only to kiss the skin that came to his view.

He’d whisper my name in a breathy moan, gruffing against my ear, his breath hot. His hands would skim across my soft skin and touch me gently saying, "I want you..."

"I want you too, Matt." I whimpered out loud, biting the inside of my cheek when I squeezed my breast. "So much... more."

In the dark confines of my mind, Matt would kiss the corner of my mouth, then drag his soft lips sensually down my heated skin, using his tongue to lick across places nobody has ever touched before. I'd tremble and pant for him, begging over and over until my lips felt dry.

"Do you want me here?" Matt would ask me, teasing and taunting me with the harsh scrape of his stubble as his lips would brush against my thighs and over my underwear.

"Please." I whimpered yet again, the pleasure coursing its way through me like fire heating my skin. "Yes…"

His eyes would burn bright and hazy on mine as he'd begin to slip the scant material off my legs and toss them behind him.

I licked my lips and started breathing a little slower, blushing as the images formed better inside my head. He would've licked his full lips at the sight of my folds that would've been slick for him. His touch would've gotten insistent as he’d lift his hands to my thighs and part my legs open.

A gasp left me as I urgently slid off my shorts, getting desperate to feel freed from its weight on me. Instantly, I parted my legs and smoothed my hand down my stomach, gently skimming across the band of my underwear.

In my head Matt would've kissed me before touching me anywhere, and I knew I would relish in that feeling alone. He would kiss his way down my neck and would run his tongue across my chest, scraping my skin with the harsh hairs of his beard.

A whimper left me and I moaned at the feeling of my hand having dipped beneath the edge of my underwear. My fingers brushed over the center of my aching hole, the part where I was the weakest. I shifted my hips, using one finger to rub in small circles as the image of Matt devouring me in this very room continued.

My imagination of him continued, with Matt reaching between our bodies to continue his assault on my body. He’d take his time in rubbing his own fingers gently between my folds and teasing my entrance, much like I was doing to myself.

"Fuck." I groaned, my eyes closed tightly as my own fingers did as I had imagined Matt to, rubbing me fast and in circles. My hips bucked and I lifted, moaning just as I pushed one finger inside and used my thumb to massage my clit. I envisioned Matt shedding his clothes and then pressing his warm body over my sensitized one.

Sweat dotted on my forehead as I kept at a slow pace, gently touching myself to the thoughts of my imagined encounter with Matt. My body reacted instinctively and I moaned, my insides clenching as I pulled my finger out and continued pleasuring myself, by rubbing the tender nerve in between my thighs.

"Matt." I cried out softly as I rubbed myself a little harder and my hips seized, rolling into my touch as my body reacted and everything started to feel tight. "Oh…" I murmured breathless, as the pleasure became almost too much to bear.

"You want more, sweetheart?" Matt would husk against my skin, his lips soft against me. Then I'd do nothing but nod. He'd smirk wickedly and bite his lip, "Beg for it." he'd whisper. "Tell me how much you want me."

"I want you..." I whispered, shivering as I felt myself clench from within. The sensations made me pant and gasp as it continued to grow more and more. "Matt." I moaned, biting my lip as my toes curled against the duvet and my hips rolled against my moving hand. "Matt, bab–

"Hey, is everything alright?"

A knock on my door had me jumping up abruptly and nearly falling out of my bed. When I recognized the voice being Matt's, my face flamed beyond belief, my mortification fierce.

"I-" clearing my throat, I attempted to speak. "W-who is it?" I asked abruptly and then winced. Obviously it was Matt. Who else would it be?

"I mean, yes? Do you need something?" I squeaked out just as I shot up from my bed, and rushed to fix my clothes and smooth my hair back into place.

"Can I come in? I was hoping we could talk." Matt said from behind the door and I squeezed my eyes shut, mentally willing him to disappear so I wouldn't have to face him.

"Are you okay? Do you need some help?"

My cheeks burned. No, I don't need any help, unless you refer to be helping hand variety!

I rushed to the mirror, all whilst telling Matt to give me a minute. Once I'd done that and attempted to fix myself up, I cleared my throat and headed towards the door.

When I opened the door, I was stunned as I came into Matt's sight. He simply stood there, hands tucked in his pockets and watching me. A frown marred his brows and he stepped forward, using one hand to brush against my cheek.

"You look flushed. Are you sick?"

I shifted on my feet and cleared my throat, feeling awkward. "I'm fine." I mumbled, still fidgeting since his touch on my actual skin was too close to what I'd been imagining. "Really, I'm okay. What did you need? Is the party over?"

Matt opened his mouth to speak just as he crossed the threshold and entered my bedroom. His eyes raked across it and they stopped at my bed, his eyebrow raising. "Are you sure…? I heard you left the bonfire early."

"I’m fine. It was getting late and I was getting tired." I lied, biting my lip and cursing internally when Matt's eyes narrowed.

"Oh… okay. Well I heard noises, that's why I came. I thought something happened to you." he murmured, eyeing me speculatively.

Noises? Noises as in... my own?

When his back turned for a second I stomped my foot and had the quickest tantrum I could muster up, mortified at myself. Not only could I not seem to get a handle on my thoughts, but it seemed I also couldn't control my voice, either.

My face heated up. How lovely to appear even more awkward than I already was.

"Look, Matt. I appreciate the concern, but I'm fine. There was no screaming here or anything like that. It's just me here trying to fall asleep, nothing to worry about." I lied easily, smiling at Matt encouragingly when he met my eyes again.

This time he cocked a brow and instead of leaving, he sat by the edge of my bed and smirked, just a slight curve of his lush mouth. "I never said anything about screaming." he said, then steepled his hands under his chin.

A pathetic choked laugh left me, "What?"

Matt chuckled, the sound deep and amused as he stood up and came towards me. "I don't believe you." he murmured. "Not one bit."

"You don't have to believe anything." I said, internally panicking at myself and my fumbles. "I know what I was doing and that's all that matters."

My breath hitched when Matt came closer, his body only inches away from mine, close enough to smell his decadent cologne. Slowly, as if he were unsure, he raised his fingers and curled them around the strap of my tank top and raised an eyebrow. "Your strap is crooked."

"And? It happens sometimes." I whispered defensively, looking away from him.

"Your bed is unmade." he carried on softly, humming to himself when I bit my lip. "You've got a blush that starts from here," he whispered just as he skimmed his fingers against my cheek. Then both of us stared as his fingers crept down my jaw, smoothed down my neck and over my racing pulse until he stopped at the V of my cleavage and tucked one finger into my top. "To here. Tell me, does sleeping get you flustered?"

"I-." my mind went blank as I panicked to come up with a response. I wanted to run for the hills, anything other than having him piece together what I was doing.

"Mhm." he chuckled teasingly, his finger still hooked onto my top and still looking at me. "I think you're lying."

"I- I don't care."

"I think," Matt leaned in, doing so until his breath was hot against my ear. "That you were doing something else in here. Something a little more personal."

My feet shifted on the floor and my face felt hot, my heart racing.

He kept on, "Maybe what I heard was something else. Maybe I'd been standing by the door this whole time and heard things..." he whispered, licking his lips. "Maybe I heard my name... quite frequently,"

My lips parted and I gasped.

Busted.

"Were you touching yourself?" Matt asked quietly, his gaze growing darker.

"I- I mean..." I paused, nervous and slightly ashamed at being caught. My eyes looked anywhere but his face and Matt didn't like that. In fact, he tucked his fingers under my chin and lifted, forcing me to meet that intense and heated gaze that was solely on me.

"You were." he breathed. "I heard you... you were." he swallowed, a pained sound leaving him the more he stared at me. "You were making these little sounds-"

"Please, don't." I winced, shaking my head. "I don't want to talk about this."

"Hey," he murmured. "I'd like to know why you were touching yourself."

I shook my head in response and shivered when his fingers grazed over my bottom lip. My eyes squeezed shut and I groaned, wanting to wake up from this nightmare I'd made myself.

"Don't be ashamed. It's just me. You can tell me and it'll be our secret." Matt coaxed, his voice soothing like a balm to my sensitive skin.

"I..." I swallowed deeply, keeping my eyes closed. I was just going to say it and hope he ran for the hills and left me alone to rot and die in my mortification. "It was because of... you."

Matt stilled against me, his body rigid and tense. My own breath caught, my stomach sinking as I prepared myself for the worst. For him to just–

"Fuck!" Matt whispered deeply and I gasped. My eyes snapped open just as Matt tugged me forward and pressed a chaste, yet intimate kiss to the corner of my lips. "Show me."

My eyebrows raised and I shifted on my feet unsteadily.

"Please." he whispered again, his voice pained as if he were on the last of his control. "Show me what you were doing."

"W-what?" I blurted out and then squeezed my hands into fists.

“You heard me. I want to see."

"I-I don’t know… I'm scared." I whispered.

Matt stopped by my bed and we both stared at it. "All you have to do is carry on what you were doing. I'll help you. It’s just us here, okay?"

I licked my dry lips, finding myself nodding even though I was flustered beyond belief. Matt gave me a small smile and helped me get onto my bed, his hands never straying from my shoulders, his hooded eyes trained on my face.

My hair fanned around my pillows, my breathing sharp and choppy as I watched Matt watch me. "My door," I whispered. "Lock it, please."

He nodded wordlessly, his tense jaw clenching. Matt moved from my bed and walked towards my door, closing it and then switching the lock. My eyes drank him in, they followed the rigid lines of his back, his broad shoulders, his lean arms and trim hips. My lips parted and I blushed when I accidentally looked down and noticed a very... sizable bulge.

My eyes snapped up to his face and I shuddered. Matt had caught me staring and he was looking at me as if he were hungry… but not for a meal.

I snapped my eyes close, attempting to forget about the man standing inside my room that wanted to watch me touch myself. But of course, it was an impossible feat, he was everywhere. His presence sucked the air out of the room, making me hot and making me tremble.

His weight dipped on one side of my bed and I didn't dare to look. Instead, I slowed my breathing and tried to pick up where I'd left off.

Meanwhile, Matt's fingers sifted through my hair, smoothing the strands away from my face. "It's just me. Relax..."

I nodded, my voice lost as the desire I'd felt before started to thrum within me.

"Start slow." Matt murmured. "Think of me and my hands, instead of yours. Where do you want me to touch first? Show me where."

I savored the sound of his voice, doing as he asked. My hand drifted down my collarbone, my fingertips skimming over the top of my breasts. Spurred on by him, I tugged down both straps of my top and one of my hands began to knead my tender breast. A groan left Matt's lips, my own hushed whimper following.

"Does it feel nice?" he asked quietly, still running his fingers through my hair. When I nodded and bit my lip, Matt's breathing slowed and he said, "You're so beautiful. Your skin looks so soft, delicate..."

I moaned quietly, shifting in bed and rubbing my thighs together as the heat inside me grew.

"Go lower. Where else do you want my hands?"

I wanted to blurt out saying everywhere, but I quickly shut that thought down and shook my head.

"Take your shorts off and spread your legs." Matt coaxed, his voice decadent and warm to my senses. When I complied and lifted my hips up to strip them off, he muttered a curse. "Fuck, look at you." he whispered raggedly and I whimpered, wanting more.

"Touch me." I said timidly, snapping my eyes open, only to shudder at the carnal look reflecting in Matt's eyes. "Please..."

His eyes closed and his jaw clenched as he swallowed hard. "If I touch you now-" he shook his head. "I can't. It’s too risky." he murmured, still staring at me. "But I wanna watch you… you’re doing so well."

I was getting wildly aroused by his confession and his praise for me. So confident, so sure.

"Keep going."

I made a frustrated sound and did as he asked, breathing hard as I smoothed my fingers down the slope of my stomach and stopped at the edge of my underwear again. Much like before, I went to dip my fingers inside, but Matt stopped me, his voice demanding yet sensual.

"Take it off." he ordered. "Lose it."

My face flushed and I nodded shakily, fumbling with nervous hands to arch my hips and slip my underwear down my legs and then off all together. My legs clamped shut, the feeling to cover myself overwhelming.

Matt, as if sensing my unease, leaned down and kissed my jaw, pressing tender yet sensual kisses upon my skin. His breath was hot and warmed me from the inside out, his touch never straying. I felt myself relax and groan when his tongue skimmed just under my ear, my weak spot, and my legs parted, slowly.

"That's it." he breathed. "Imagine those are my fingers. Move them lower. Touch your clit, but do it nice and slow."

I hesitated, flustered and so aroused that everything, even his voice, was deepening the feeling. Still, I wanted to please him and did as he said, using a finger to circle around my clit in slow, tentative strokes.

"Oh god." I whispered, for a moment uncaring that Matt was on the other side of my bed. It was more that I was too turned on to let it deter me, and my aroused mind told me that I could do this and show him. My fingers rubbed at the swollen bundle of nerves and I'd gotten myself too worked up to stop, but I knew that I needed more than my fingers to get where I wanted.

"Matt..." I moaned softly, savoring the feel of his husky groan against my ear as he lay beside me watching. The hand on my breast reached over to the hardened tip and I squeezed, the finger on my clit still circling, again and again. "Baby." I whimpered. "Please, I want you so fucking bad."

"Fucking hell." Matt grunted and I gasped, mewling when my fingers grew slick with my own desire. "You're so wet. You're shaking."

My eyes were closed, my breath coming out in quiet little pants. They only opened as I felt the bed moving. That movement should have made me hesitant or nervous, or do anything at all besides moan, bite my lip and reach for Matt.

He moved away from me and made a guttural sound, low in his throat, and I couldn't hold back my own low moan.

I was coming undone but so was he. He wasn't indifferent to me, not at all.

He moved close, crouched at my side, his knees a breath away from my hip and thigh. The look in his eyes was... intoxicating, made me drunk off his desire for me.

He bit his lip, and I felt myself clench from within in response.

My legs were splayed apart, and my hole exposed as my fingers constantly rubbed over my clit.

I watched him swallow hard, his eyes fixed on my hands. "Rub yourself a little faster, sweetheart."

I squirmed, panting and moaning. "Matt," I pleaded, biting my lip. "P-please."

He shook his head, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he spoke, "Can you take a finger?" he husked. "Use your words, baby. Show me you're with me."

"God, yes." I moaned. "Ohh..." I gasped when I did as he asked and rubbed a finger down my slit, doing so until I was pushing just a finger inside.

"You're doing so fucking well." he praised, watching me as I slid my finger inside me and whimpered, my other thumb rubbing my clit. "You're so beautiful. I can't take my eyes off you,"

"S-so good." I moaned, my hips arching, my restless legs trembling as the finger inside me rubbed.

"Pinch your nipple." he said, licking his bottom lip. I felt my own tongue copy the motion as I obeyed, whimpering at the sudden rush of hot pleasure that burned my skin.

My eyes, hungry to take him in, shot from his face, down his lean torso, past his stomach and shamefully so– to his heavy erection. He still wore his pants, but they barely contained his jutting bulge.

I rolled my hips, trying to get closer to him, and pushed my finger a little deeper inside of me. Matt breathed heavily and once again moved to sit beside me, clearly getting restless.

"That's right, baby.” he moaned. “Perfect. Circle your hips just like that." His hand went back to smoothing my sweat-dampened hair and his lips pressed against my temple, his kisses hard but soothing.

I arched my hips, while he continued to coax my hand to circle my clit with just the perfect pressure. "Oh my god." I breathed, the knot in my stomach tightening. "Matt, please. I need you." I whimpered. "I want–

"I know what you want." he cursed long and fluidly. "Fuck, I want that too."

I caught his gaze when I looked up and the intensity of his need reflected my own, causing me to gasp as the knot inside my kept tightening, the pleasure rising.

"Matt." I moaned hoarsely, biting my lip hard enough to draw blood. "I think I'm– I think I'm close."

"Think of me. My fingers inside you. You probably feel so tight and hot." he husked, kissing my forehead hard. "What are you feeling? You’re gonna cum, and you're gonna do that for me. You're gonna give that to me."

I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by his voice. "Ohh!" I cried out, arching into his touch at my side.

"Fuck!" he rasped, his voice no more than a whisper near my ear. He moaned, long and quietly, urging me. "Cum for me, cum hard."

A blast of white hot heat surged through me when I rubbed my throbbing clit, the pleasure wrenching a moan of Matt's name past my parted lips. The orgasm swept through me, fast and intense to the point where my legs trembled and my chest heaved with ragged breaths.

I didn't open my eyes until I felt the bed dip. They shot open and when I met Matt's gaze, I blushed and rushed to close my legs in an attempt to cover myself.

"I– this never happened." I blurted out, my voice breathless and husky from my sudden release.

"It did happen." Matt said, running a hand down his jaw and scraping his beard. "Fuck, it did happen."

I didn't get to question anything further, because in the next few seconds, Matt unlocked my door and left, shutting it behind him as we heard the front door click open, alerting us of Chris’ arrival. I was left behind in my room flushed red, wondering what I had just done.

But another question peered through my brain as the fog slowly dissipated… did this change everything between us for the good or for the worst?

fin.

#divider by @uzmacchiato #matt so rude for not giving you a hand :(#matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo x you #sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #support banner by @saradika

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bloomness · 4 months ago

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MORE KIRI STUFF YOU WRITE HIM AMAZINGGGG

⋆˚࿔ an orchid’s pollen

just as you find your artistic inspirations running low, a sweet flower boy sweeps in and gives you a new perspective on things.

contains: gn!reader, pre-established relationship, fluff, written + smau!!

authors note: thank u sm for the request AND compliment?? omg ur spoiling me 🤗 anywho i love kiri and i’ve had this idea for a minute now i’m soo happy i finally came around to writing it. this is for all the students or artist that are struggling rn :) u got this !!

word count: 2.8k

wandering. that’s what you were doing. wandering and pondering.

the new school semester had left you with a fresh start; a clean canvas that you could fill however you wanted. the question was, what did you want?

even though you didn’t want to admit it, the evidence was there; you were slowly dwindling into an artist block. your motivation was low, school assignments being the only thing encouraging you to pick up your paint brush everyday.

you groaned, your feet heavy on the pavement. anyone passing would undoubtedly see your pained expression.

some ancient reddit post you’d read this morning said a change of scenery could “spark your creativity”. what a load of crap.

though you couldn’t deny, it was a pretty nice day out.

you found yourself in a boldly decorated plaza that you somehow never knew was so close to your campus. there was a slight breeze, but it was a warm, comforting one. fairy lights hung from the tall rising lamp posts, lighting up the smooth stone path under the soles of your shoes. beside the lights were mini pink banners printed with flowers, which you knew represented the spring flowers blooming. most shops had large windows, showing whatever it was they were selling on the display shelves.

you scanned the side of the street you are on; a cafe, an antique shop, a bakery, another cafe. yeah, you weren’t feeling inspired. if anything you were feeling hungry.

you moved your gaze to the other side of the street. more cafes, a clothing shop, and—.

a glimpse of a colorfully embellished shop caught your attention, managing to stand out on the already brightly decorated street.

you picked up your pace, trying to get a clear view of the window.

exploding with color were flowers planted on the window sill. there was a fair arrangement of different types of flowers with delicate shades of every color you could think of. roses, tulips, lilies. baby blue, lavender purple, golden yellow.

your eyes widened, maybe that reddit post wasn’t lying after all.

you quickly ran across the street.

now, in front of the shop, you could see how pretty the flowers really were. their petals were shooting towards the sky, clearly having been grown in amazing conditions.

you stared at the plants in awe for a moment. the petals seemed to speak back. your breath hitched and something sparked. you moved to pull out your phone, wanting to ensure you wouldn’t miss this perfect canvas opportunity. but before you could, a soft voice spoke up.

“hello! could i help you with anything?”

your body stiffened at the sudden disturbance. you looked over to where the voice had come from.

your eyes locked onto red ones.

the pair of eyes belonged to a boy who seemed to be around your age. he had bright red hair that stopped right below his chin though the back seemed to be longer, grazing along his nape. he had a sharp toothy grin plastered on his face, complimenting his soft eyes. you took notice in how he look just slightly disheveled, dirt speckled on his elbows and a thin line of sweat coating his forehead.

the green apron tied around his waist— which seemed to just barely wrap around his large figure —read: “daichi’s flowers”. the pockets of his apron seemed to be stuffed with hand tools; a white pair of what you assumed were gardening gloves, a scruffy towel, a pair of pruning shears, and a pack of seeds that you couldn’t quite make out the name of.

you realized how weird you must i’ve looked gawking at the flowers from outside the shop.

“sorry! did i scare you?” the red haired boy brought his hand to the back of his hand, rubbing it awkwardly as he smiled apologetically.

you then realized you hadn’t replied to his first question.

“oh— no! i mean— it’s fine.” you sputtered stupidly. nice going. “i was just browsing..” you attempted to justify.

“would you like to browse inside?”

your eyes narrowed, “welll…”

the inside of the shop smelt like heaven, a mix of pollen and a fruity incense hanging in the air. it only made sense but there were flowers everywhere. hydrangeas in mini clay pots, shrubs hanging from the ceiling, even lotus flowers floating around in little glass bowls.

the shop glowed with a fluorescent yellow undertone, courtesy of the lantern shaded lights. music from a japanese pop band you didn’t know the name of played softly from the speakers above. the excessive amount of flowers led to simple decor, just a couple of paintings and photographs hung up on the walls. your shoes clunked against the white oak floor. it was really nice.

the employee hovered close behind you, not-so-subtle observing your every move.

you shrugged it off and made your way to the right wall of the store— which was right beside the window display. there, they had different types of flowers neatly organized into wooden crates. taped onto each crate was a piece of paper with the name of the flower written and a short description. you leaned in, reading the script for the first crate of flowers lined up against the wall.

chrysanthemum — for fidelity, joy, and long life.

you tapped your finger against your hip. flowers have specific intentions?

you read on.

ranunculus —- for radiant charm and attractiveness.

dark center poppies — for beauty, magic, and eternal life.

“they’re pretty cool right? mr daichi works really had to make sure all the flower bloom properly.” the boy chirped from behind your shoulder.

you straighten your posture and turn to face the boy. when you saw his grinning face— the way his smile hadn’t seemed to falter since you first encountered him —you felt something strange curl up in your chest.

“…yeah.” you simply replied, too stifled to say much more.

he didn’t allow silence to take up your interaction, quickly adding, “these are my favorite.” he pointed to a crated full of pink heavily petalled flowers.

peony — for bravery, honor, good fortune, and self-expression.

“i bring them to the gym.”

a smirk curled onto your lips, “you bring flowers to the gym?” you ask, tone just barely brushing the boundary of being teasing. you didn’t know the guy, but the idea of a big guy arriving at the gym with a blushing bouquet of peonies made you feel.. intrigued.

“yeah man! i gotta motivate my community somehow right?” he grinned, making large gestures with his hands as he spoke.

your brows furrowed but the smile on your face remained. “does it work? like, encourage your gym members?”

“for sure! i know the guy at the front desk likes it! oh and last time bakubro loved them!” he stopped to scratch his cheek, “well.. he didn’t crush them like he usually does so i’d consider that a win.” the employee placed a thinking finger on his chin before nodding confidently and you laughed. suddenly your day felt a lot more hopeful.

“okay well, do you have any flowers that could … get me out of a tough situation?”

“oh, trouble in paradise?” the boy grinned.

you almost laughed again. painting and university was basically your entire life at the moment, leaving no time for relationship. (unless you consider your on and off time in the studio a relationship) “not quite..”

“then i’d suggest…” he walked further into the shop, skimming the shelves. you followed him until he stopped in front of a smaller crate.

there laid a generous collection of reddish pink flowers with dark, glossy green leaves sprouting from their stems.

camellia — for desire, passion, and refinement.

“these babies are absolutely gorgeous.” he carefully picked a flower from the crate and placed it out towards you, offering. “they should help you feel brand new.”

you took the flower, spinning it between your fingers to really examine it.

“they’re a type of bush, evergreen. so we sell them as singles.”

you nodded at his words but really all your attention was on the camellia.

you traced a delicate finger atop the petal. there was something so beautiful, so simple, about a single flower standing strong and still. the view pumped a familiar feeling through your blood; inspiration.

the employee must’ve taken notice in your admiration because not too long after his voice rose, “sooo, want me to ring that up for you?” he pointed back towards the register, a cheesy grin still on his face.

snapping out of your trance, meeting the red eyed boy's gaze for the second time that day. though now the sweetness had melted away, his eyes full of smoldering fire.

and thought you wanted to do anything but douse that flame, you were a very broke art student. “i.. wasn’t planning on buying today. sorry.” you said sheepishly.

you began to put the flower back but he stopped you, gripping a firm hand on top of your wrist. “don’t!“

before you had time to react he pulled his hand away. you watched as he attempted to stuff it into his pockets but found they were full, so he just hid it behind his back. he brought his other hand to mouth and let off an awkward cough, “i mean, you seem like use it. to brighten your day, yaknow?”

you shook your head, confused.

“it’s on the house.”

“wha— are you sure? i could just leave it, it’s no big deal.”

he nodded persistently, “i’m sure.”

you felt your cheeks grow warm. you weren’t sure if you were flattered or just embarrassed that this guy felt you needed handouts.

you clenched the flower in your hand. “okay then,” you searched his apron for a name tag to no avail. “thank you..?”

thankfully he took the hint. “oh! kirishima! eijiro kirishima. and you’re..?”

“f/n l/n.”

“f/n l/n,” he repeated easily, the syllables rolling off his tongue. “l/n with the sticky situation, got it.”

you giggled. “well, thank you kirishima. for your help and—“ you carefully waved the flower, “this.”

“‘course! no problem at all.” he nodded.

you both stood there for a moment. you considered leaving then but for whatever reason the conversation felt unfinished.

and like he read your mind, kirishima spoke up, “we get new flowers every friday.” you surveyed his face, his attitude seeming to have changed into a persuading one. “roses, sunflowers, sedums…” he trailed off. “um i guess what i’m trying to say is, you should stop by often! i swear these flowers bring good luck or something.” he chuckled, large hands finding their way to tangle up with his hair once again.

“oh…” you blushed. was he flirting with you? “i’ll be really busy this semester...”

that was true. with your final project coming up you had to be super attentive to your work.

“that’s fine!” he waved his hands frantically. “how about i text you whenever we get a new shipment? if you like the flowers we got then you could stop by.”

you were taken aback by his request, “you’d really do that?” you asked, but for some reason you felt like he wasn’t lying. he had such an honest, charismatic aura that you could clearly see when he first approached you at the front of the store and you were sure anyone else could spot from a mile away.

“if it makes your day better then totally!” he proved, glowering in hospitality.

“okay then. sure, why not.” i couldn’t hurt. occasionally text about flowers? yeah that couldn’t hurt at all.

“awesome!” he pulled his phone out from his jean pocket and handed it to you.

you typed your number in and gave it back.

“kirishima!” the voice of an older man called from out of sight. “i need you out the back!”

“that’s my cue. guess i’ll see you when i see you, yeah?” he jogged off towards the back of the store, giving you two thumbs up as he did. you shook you head and smiled, “yeah, yeah. see you.” you gave him one last nod before you walked out of the glass doors, the start of a new inspirational era for you in hand.

“kirishima.”

the red haired boy, who was facing the opposite side of the street, spun around. “hey! there you are.”

you had taken the same walk you did three weeks ago, ending up at the exact spot where you first noticed daichi’s flowers from across the plaza. “the shop’s on the other side of the street, you know that right?” you joked, gently nudging his shoulder.

he let out a playful laugh, “of course. i just wanted to walk you across the street.” he said, nudging you back.

“oh..” you bit the inside of your cheek, praying that the slight burn you felt wasn’t showing on the surface of your skin. “thanks.”

kirishima smiled and looked both directions before tilting his head towards the road. you both walked across the street together, safely making it to the entrance of the flower shop.

“we’ve been pretty busy recently. with the season change and all that.” kirishima said as he opened the glass door for you.

when you walked in, you felt a rush of calmness wash over you. the plants were in the same place they had when you last came— as a matter of fact there were even more —and the smell of the strawberry incense still flurried in the air. you could definitely get used to this. “i’m glad we could find time to hang out.”

“me too.” you said. you ogled at all the new additions, taking notice of the ones that kirishima had been texting you about for the past weeks.

kirishima walked ahead of you and ducked behind the front counter. “i actually have something for you.”

“you do?” you gripped onto your bag, which contained a mini 4 by 4 canvas. on the canvas, you had painted the camellia kirishima had given to you and a pink rose, which you remember him telling you meant appreciation.

it wasn’t your best work. it definitely didn’t take the most amount of time. but it had a deeper meaning, a strong feeling behind it. and wasn’t that what art was all about?

“yeah, it’s not much but..” you could see his hair— which was styled in big, tall spikes today —poke out from behind the counter as searched for your gift. when you heard rustling that sounded like paper you immediately knew what it was.

kirishima pulled out a beautifully paper wrapped bouquet. twine and white ribbon circumstanced to lower stem, coming up in the front with a perfectly tied bow. the greenery consisted of boxwoods and yew that surrounded the main flower.

“they’re—“

“orchids.” you finished. within the brown paper held delicate pink orchids, their soft petals brushed with faint streaks of yellow. “representing love and.. confession” you said softly.

“you know.” kirishima spoke, almost breathless, like he couldn’t believe it. he came around the counter to be face to face with you and handed you the bouquet. “how’d you know?” he spurred stupidly.

you took it bouquet, connecting your fingerprints to the vevetly speckles of yellow. “i may or may not have been touching up on my flower knowledge.” you confessed. you peered up at him, catching the way his expression went from and intrigued to radiant. he was practically glowing; his signature boyish smile on his lips, his pupils dilated and shining. and it was an absolutely precious sight.

“that’s—” he let out a happy sigh. “awesome.” he swayed back on his heels “i mean, i was looking towards to telling you myself but,” he raised his hand towards the bouquet. “looks like you got it all figured out.”

“thank you.” your smile was wide. you could feel how prominent your blush was but you felt no shame. “i have something to you too.” you reached for the canvas in your bag, almost hesitant, but when you glanced up and caught kirishima blazing eyes again, you felt at ease. “since my main piece isn’t done yet i made you this.”

kirishima, who already had his hands out, accepted the gift. “y/n.” he only looked at the painting for a moment before meeting your gaze again, as if he couldn’t take his eyes off you. your heart fluttered in your chest. “you didn’t have to.” he uttered, voice as soothingly as a lullaby.

“you didn’t either.” you held up the bouquet.

“it’s just—“ he inhaled deeply, pressing his lips together to desist his growing smile (which wasn’t working at all). “you’re like the coolest person i’ve ever met. and i’ve only know you for a couple weeks!” his eyes then abruptly fell to the floor. his next words were barely audible as he professed, “id love to get to know you more.”

you giggled at his sudden feel to get shy.

hooking an arm around his, you proposed, “want to get stuffed on cafe pastries?” your tone clear of your intentions.

he soften at your touch, “only if it’s a date.” he pressed, watching your lips quirk up into a smile, leading to his own doing the same.

“of course it’s a date.”

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sunny-mercya · 6 months ago

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Hair Dye

Trafalgar Law x Male Reader

Fandom -> One Piece

Masterlist

Law had to take a double take, having to actually rub his eyes—believing for once, he's so sleep deprived without him being aware of it—thought he had misread these numbers twice already, when a distressed pair of Penguin and Sachi came jogging towards him and showed—more like slapping the paper into his face—him a new Wanted Poster.

It's not just any Wanted Poster from some random or unknown Pirate—and neither from one of his Rivals he might remotely care to know about—they have showed him, but it's your Wanted Poster and your new current bounty is truly something to gnaw on in disbelieving shock.

And besides the high bounty, there's also the fact of what's written above now—convicting a new messages for every- and anyone to make you a new desirable target to hunt down—because at the very beginning, Law remembers this good as this was one of the few unusual Wanted's he had sawn, you had been written as “Missing” (with a good sum of money to be paid for whoever might have brought you back) than it went—after what happened in Enies Lobby—to (rightfully, is what you've proclaimed proudly) “Dead or Alive” and now, after the mass destruction you've caused at Marineford, it's “Only Dead”.

It's ridiculous, Law thinks, only a year has passed and now the Marines saw you as some new big threat—even though you really couldn't be considered as such an apparent danger—but oh! Wait, yeah, Law takes it back as he recalls the ruckus on Sabaody, the destruction on Marineford and the wrecking of two fleets you did have done—you definitely should be feared.

Law pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing out a deep inhale of breath, feeling annoyance sweeping in—such news completely ruins today's plans now, because how is he going to tell you that the shopping trip is being cancelled and you yourself is the reason for it.

It actually wasn't planned to dock on land for another two weeks, but you have asked—more like pleaded and begged—him if you could go on land a bit sooner, needing fresh air and a bit of walking in sunshine—and Law had given in to your wish, only because you've asked so nicely (cute), could understand your point as you're (still) not used to sail deep under the ocean—which also was a discovery of a new found panic—missing the surface.

»Okay, Law! I'm all set and ready to go!« you've called from the door, walking out onto the deck of the Polar Tang—greeting Law and the others with a smile, feeling just a bit shy to wear one of Laws hoodies, but they're are rather comfy and warm and you still haven't found new clothes which are to your liking.

Law looks at you and while he finds it appealing that you wearing his clothes—he had learned it the hard way, just how picky you are, when it comes to buying clothes and it did have caused a small heated conversation between you two—tiny bit big in size, he couldn't stop himself from frowning—making you frown as well, sparking a little self-conscious up, thinking your appearance isn't looking good.

»We can't–« Law stopped himself to say anything further, sighing out again—you definitely would be upset, not because of your ridiculously new high bounty—which Law is not telling you about as well, not really wanting to have you yet again restless for the next few nights—but because you can't have your nights out, which you had so looked forward to.

»Sachi, Penguin, do me a favour and buy some hair dye.«

Law might couldn't completely change your appearance—and you would threaten to destroy the Polar Tang again, when he dares to try such—but dyeing your hair should be enough to not get you, hopefully, so easily recognised.

»Are we not going out?« you ask, a hearable sad undertone in your voice, when Law had manoeuvres you back inside.

»Soon.« was all Law had replied, taking your hand and leading you back inside the ship—all the way to the bathroom.

~~~•~~~

»Why are we dyeing my hair again?« you questioned—despite knowing the answer already as Law had told you before his intentions behind it, but you felt like asking again—when Law started to wash out whatever colour Sachi and Penguin had brought.

»Be careful with my white streak.«

»I am.« grunts Law, going once more through your hair with his fingers—making sure the chemicals are completely out—before grabbing the towel and starting to dry you off.

The white streaks in your, once, (h/c) hair had been a contrast in colour, but you wore it with pride and while Law couldn't really get behind—more like believing—your story of Sky Islands and fighting a false God, he does agree that getting strike down three times by lightning and still being alive, despite the remaining scar by your heart and white hair, was something impressive to must have experience.

»It's a bit late to go out now, but we're going tomorrow.«

»Promise?« there's a bit of a pout on your lips—a slight pleading in your eyes and Law thought about to go today as planned, but you already indirectly agreed to his offer.

Law only hummed in response.

~~~•~~~

Laws brilliantly idea of dyeing your (h/c) hair into a bright pink, to not have you recognised—as if he isn't some feared pirate as well, but of course he himself doesn't see a need in going undercover as well—by the Marines did not have worked so successfully as Law had hoped.

When Law and you had walked through the town—you holding his hand while Law looking more than annoyed by it, even though it's a year already of you two being a couple now, but you knew he doesn't mind—the first few hours had passed well.

But then a group of Marines patrolled by and, practically given Law the faults here—because why do you have to change your appearance, but he doesn't need to?—they had recognised you instantly, calling back up as well—unlucky luck for being in a town with a small base—and the marathon of chase had begun.

Getting separated from Law was also not part of the escapism, but here you are now—hiding in a alley, ducked down behind some empty barrels, you huffed out—lungs, feeling clogged from all the dust and sand, heavily burning from the running—trying to regulate your breathing into steady patterns again.

All you had asked for, were a few hours of walking around and getting some needed fresh air—the constant pressuring feeling of suffocation and tight spaces had begun to edge you into overwhelm—maybe even spending a bit of quality time with your boyfriend as well—but not be hunted down.

»Fuck.« you hissed out, getting up as fast as possible—when you had been spotted—sprinting out of the alley, ignoring the thumping, burning, feeling in your leg—getting shot in the leg, surprise, wasn't on today's agenda as well.

Someone grabbed your arm, turning you in one swing around and let you collide with them—you had half a mind to either blast or wipe them away—but there's the familiar yellow hoodie and when you looked up, there are the familiar grey eyes of Law.

»There you are!« though before you could say anything further, Law had used his Shambles and teleported back to the Polar Tang.

Once back on the ship, you let Law do as he pleases—throwing you over his shoulder—and making his way towards the Med-bay, you're having too much of a headache anyway to argument with him.

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ponderingmoonlight · 2 years ago

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JJK men with drunk reader

Part ll with Geto, Megumi and Gojo here

Pairing: Choso x reader; Nanami x reader

Word Count: 2,9k (Choso's part escalated)

Warnings: Nanami's part is not proofread (wanted to publish this today so badly), angst in Choso's part, fluff in every part hehe

As always, I apprechiate every little comment or repost. Thank you guys so much for your support <3

Choso Kamo

You weren’t planning on drinking that much tonight. To be honest, you were just looking for a good time, guys bought you drinks like there’s no tomorrow though. Who are you to refuse that favor?

You definitely should have, though. Because right now, you are standing with your back against a wall in a dark alley of Tokyo, whole body trembling in fear. The frame of an enormous looking man cut off every possible escape route you’ve had, every minor spark of hope you’ve had left. Fuck, how could you be so dumb, why did you take the shorter route through this abandonment district? All you have in your purse are a lipstick, a few bills, your phone and your keys. No pepper spray, no knife, absolutely nothing to defend yourself. Not that you would be able to, given that you aren’t even able to stand up straight.

“Come on cutie, don’t be shy”, he purrs, hand stretched out to touch your hair.

“Keep your fucking hands off me”, you hiss before sinking your teeth into his hand so violently that his skin bursts.

“Little bitch.”

With a swift motion of his bare palm, he sweeps you off your feet, head spinning when it hits the wet tarmac harshly. You are way too drunk to collect a single logical thought, mind racing uncontrollably as your blood discolors your sight crimson.

“I was trying to be nice, y’know? But that’s it. You’ll pay for that.”

Without hesitation, he grabs you by the throat und pulls your aching body out of the dirt, smirking at you with his missing teeth. Tears start to swell up your eyes, you simply can’t believe that it came this far. You should be home already, lying in your bed after drinking a whole bottle of water, sleeping in until afternoon. But this…This isn’t how your night should have ended.

“Help me!”, you cry out.

“Please, someone! Help me.”

“Shut the fuck up”, he interrupts you roughly, smashing your weak body against a nearby wall.

Focus. Try to have a sober thought for a minute. Your legs are free, perfect height for his crotch. If you kick him hard enough, he might let go of you. Every inch of your skin hurts like hell, bruises over bruises covering your weak frame. But you have to be strong now if you want to escape him. No, you’re not going down without a fight.

With a loud scream, you put all the power you have left into your right leg, kicking between his legs with full force. He lets go of you immediately, puny figure crumpling down on the floor. You have no time. As fast as your wobbly legs carry you, you run deeper into the dark alley. Away from that man, away from his attempt to force himself on him. Get away, fuck the alcohol and the way your whole body screams at you. Your sharp and fast breath hangs in the air, tears still rolling down your eyes. You run and run and run until-

You harshly land on the ground.

Choso didn’t plan on hearing your desperate cries for help. To be honest, he didn’t even plan on being here in the first place. But still he stops in his tracks, eyes darting towards the direction of your desperate scream. What was this? It sounded like the cry of a woman followed by punches. Curses, maybe? No, he can’t detect any curses energy around this area. Is this even important, though? He is on his way to a meeting with Geto and the others, making plans on how to take revenge for his brothers.

He grumbles to himself. Whatever it is, taking the back alley doesn’t extent his path significantly. His steps follow the constant mumbling, screaming, crying and rumbling. Fast steps come near him, a woman running his way. His brows furrow. You don’t seem to see him, the panic in your glossy eyes seems to glow in the dark as you sprint forwards, directed towards him. Before he is able to move to the side, you crash into him full force, making you fall to the ground rougly.

The second your doe eyes dart towards him, he forgets for a moment how to breathe. You must be quite beautiful for a human being, even though your face and hair are covered in blood and your whole body is bruised. Carefully, he steps towards. What is he supposed to do now? What even happened?

“Back off”, you cry out, crawling away from him on the wet tarmac of the night.

Another pair of steps, this time louder and heavier. A man come in sight. The second he lays his eyes on your puny figure, he starts sprinting faster, directly towards you with a maniac grin plastered on his face.

“What do you think you’re doing, fool?”

He shouldn’t care the slightest. No, Choso should continue on, leaving you to your face. Why the hell is he automatically positioning himself in front of you, now facing that ugly man that seems to chase you?

“What are you doing here, freak? She’s ours, find your own little whore”, the spits at him along with a weak attempt to break Choso’s nose.

Pathetic. Who does that fucker think he is? The tiniest amount of blood is enough to pierce right through his pea brain.

All you can do is stare in awe as the stranger in front of you. Who is this man? And how was he able to handle the situation in the blink of an eye? The toothless man’s body falls to the ground lifelessly. It’s only you and him, the man with the threatening appearance who happens to be your savior in shining armor.

“What are you doing here all alone?”, he mumbles before slowly turning around and staring at you dead still.

With the last bit of strength you have left in your weak body, you lift yourself off the ground and glare at him, shivers running down your spine. Did he…kill him? How? When?

“Was on my way home from a party”, you explain briefly.

“How careless to take this path without fighting experience or weapons on your own”, his harsh voice remarks, arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Thank you for saving me. He’d probably killed me if it wasn’t for you”, you mumble.

Fuck, you feel like freezing to death. Your clothes are sliced open, dirty and wet from the rain that fell a few hours ago onto the ground, head spinning from the alcohol and the way he slammed it into the tarmac with full force.

“You’re freezing.”

The stranger takes one step forward, leading you to panic all over again.

“Don’t touch me!”, you yell instinctively, body desperately trying to hide from his presence.

“Stay here, idiot. I’m trying to help you.”

Choso doesn’t really know why, but his arms wrap themselves around your trembling figure, your head resting against his chest while silent sobs escape your lips.

“I just wanna go home…”, you sniff and he can’t help but feel…

Sorrow.

You were probably enjoying your evening, not putting much thought into your way home, not expecting a men to attack you like this.

“Where are you living? This isn’t an ideal place to stay”, he mutters, unsure of how to act in a situation like that.

This is the first time he ever held a woman. Fuck, this is the first time he ever felt something like distress about a human in his whole life.

“I…I can’t…walk”, you stutter.

His gaze wanders down your entirely bruised legs. Who knows what that man did to you before he arrived. Anger rises within him, hands clenched into fists.

“I’ll carry you, then.”

With a swift motion, he wraps his arms around your back and knees, making sure not to hurt your limbs in the process.

You can only stare at him in awe. Who is this man, the man with that strange tattoo over his nose, the man who wears purple eyeshadow and a robe you haven’t seen before? Why is he helping a stranger, even carrying your drunk and injured body home? Even though something about him tells you that he’s not to be trifled with, you don’t ask him. Instead, you give him brief directions to find your apartment, eyes never breaking away from his gorgeous face. He seems young, maybe as old as you. But still, you’ve never seen him around. Is it because you’re drunk? You don’t know, but you can’t hold your tongue any longer.

“You are such a beautiful man.”

His eyes widen, staring down at you in disbelief. What are those words? No woman ever said something like this to him. How is he supposed to react? He should have let these men kill you on the spot, just leave you alone in this cold and dark alley.

But why, why do your words make his heart flutter?

“I mean, your style is pretty edgy and all, but it suits you very well. Haven’t seen you here before, though. You here often?”

“I’m never here”, he remarks dryly.

Are you really trying to start a conversation with him?

“We have to go right here. Aaaaaand there’s my place”, you announce weakly, Choso’s mind still occupied by your previous statement.

“Thank you for carrying me…”, you mutter when he lets you down gently, hands fumbling to reach your keys.

All he does is staring down at you blankly. What’s on his mind? Was all of that planned? Maybe he is like that man, maybe he just came here to know where you live…God, you are so stupid.

“You aren’t here to murder me, aren’t you?”

“Are you kidding me? Do you really think I would have carried you all the way to your door just to kill you here?”, he remarks.

“Right…m’sorry, I think I’m still a little drunk y’know…”

Fuck that. Before you’re able to go into panic mode again, you wrap your arms around his body tightly. His scent is almost intoxicating, probably the best male fragrance your nose ever sniffed. And you can definitely tell that he’s a well-trained man underneath that strange clothes.

Choso can’t move an inch, all senses focused on the way you hugged him. It feels strange. Strange to be embraced by someone, strange that he helped a human being tonight. Why did he choose to follow your screams, why did it bother him so much that that other man laid his hands on you? And why does it somehow warm his heart to feel you so close against his own body?

“Thank god I ran you over tonight”, you hush against his chest.

Choso has to blink a few times.

“Good for you”, he simply replies.

But deep in his heart, he knows this isn’t only an event you will never forget. He himself will probably never get over the fact that today, he helped another human being instead of letting it get killed. But not only that.

You are breathtakingly gorgeous.

“Now go inside and find some sleep.”

With one last glance at the man who saved you only a few minutes ago, you step inside your apartment, weak body sliding down the closed door. Did this really happen? You might be drunk, but that man…

You’ll definitely never forget him.

Kento Nanami

“Don’t do it, (y/n). You’ll only get yourself into trouble. Nanami-san is a higher up, you have to work with him for your entire life. It’s not wise to call him and tell him about your stupid little crush”, Ino warns you while you scroll through your phone with a dumb smirk.

“I can’t hold back any longer Ino! I’m soooo obsessed with him!”, you cry out dramatically.

One call can’t hurt, right? Nope, that sounds like a good idea. The second your eyes dart towards his name, you press the call button, Ino freaking out next to you.

“You are way too drunk for a serious talk like that. Are you out of your mind? Hang up immediately, this is a bad idea, you will-“

“Is that you (y/n)?”

“Hello Kento”, you purr into the speaker.

“Are you alright? Did something happen?”

Nanami straightens himself in his seat, eyes lingering through the window over the city lights. Why would you call him this late at night? And why does his first name coming out of your mouth make his heartbeat pick up so suddenly?

“No, jus’ wanted to talk to you…Y’know, your voice sounds so sexy, absolutely…how do you call it? Oh, masculine”, you mumble.

Something about your usual so composed voice seems off, though. Didn’t you and Ino mention earlier that you are going out tonight?

“Are you drunk?”

“Hehe, yes”, you giggle, making Ino almost lose his mind next to you.

“Can you tell me where you are? I’m coming to pick you up.”

It’s far after midnight, too late for you to be out on your own. Is Ino with you? Hopefully he’s still there. His brows are furrowed, ears focused on every little word you say. You never called him by his first name before, let alone talked with him so openly. Over the last few months, the two of you got to work together closely. And slowly but surely, Nanami begin to fall for you. Your exceptional brain, your immense powers, the way you carry yourself with such elegance and wise words. At the moment though, you seem to miss your usual composure completely. What are you trying to tell him?

“Oh really? That’s so kind of you. Uh, Ino, you know where we at?”

Ino snatches the phone out of your hand, ice cold sweat running down his face. Fuck, hopefully this doesn’t cost him his good reputation.

“Nanami-san, I’m so so sorry-“

“Don’t be. Can you tell me where you are?”

“Of course, I’m sending you the location right now!”

“Thank you. Make sure (y/n) stays save, I’m coming to get her immediately.”

With that, he hangs up.

“He’s coming to get you, dumbass”, Ino mutters.

“How exciting!”, you speak out with glimmering eyes, heart already pounding against your ribcage by the sheer thought of seeing him tonight.

“I should meet him at the parking spot.”

“Stay where you are!”, Ino barks at you, hand holding onto the sleeve of your shirt for dear life.

In the meantime, Nanami is already on his way to get you with his head lost in thought. This is the first time you ever spoke so freely to him. And the fact that you called him this late at night while being drunk…Even though a part of him wants to be mad at you for being so reckless, to know that he was on your mind instead of everyone else makes him blush ever so slightly.

It doesn’t take long to find you. With elegant steps he approaches you and Ino, your eyes wide open. How does he look so fine this late at night with his shirt buttoned up so neat and his hand braced on his hip?

“You look absolutely del…delicious…Is that how you spell it, Ino?”

“Please stop talking (y/n)”, Ino begs, finally able to let go of you.

“Come on, let’s drive you home. Ino, do you need a ride?”

“No thank you. My apartment is a few blocks away. Have a good night. And you, drink a lot of water.”

“Gotcha!”, you remark, eyes filled with determination.

Until you have to really take a few steps outside.

“Ouff, is it just me or is the floor lave?”, you breathe out.

“Come on, I’ll help you.”

His arm wraps itself around your shoulder gently, pulling you close to his large frame. Even though your mind is clouded by alcohol, your heartbeat picks up in an instant.

“I could get used to that. Should get drunk more often.”

“Please don’t”, he replies, leading you to his expensive looking car and helping you get seated.

It doesn’t even take 5 minutes for you to pass out in his car, snoring in the most adorable way Nanami has ever heard. Finally he has the opportunity to shamelessly admire your soft features and the way your hair frames your face so delicately. You really are an attractive woman with everything he could wish for.

And maybe, just maybe, this is the perfect opportunity to ask you about your feelings towards him. After all, he can’t deny the spell you put on him.

“(y/n)”, he gently speaks out.

You don’t move an inch, not even when he allows his hand to stroke over your arm. Are you really that drunk? Nanami signs to himself, gets out of the car and opens your door – still no movement.

“I’m going to carry you inside…”, he mutters more to himself than to you, arms lifting you up with ease.

God, you are so breathtakingly gorgeous. Will he ever have the courage to tell you about his true feelings, that he wants you to be more than just a colleague? Who knows. What is way more important to him now is to take off your shoes, carry you into his bed and put a blanket on top of you, softly tucking you in while you groan in your sleep.

“Good night, (y/n). Maybe I’ll tell you someday how much you mean to me.”

“Night, Kento…”, you mumble back.

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Light My Fire PT.1

PAIRING: Joel Miller X Reader

DUEL POV

Word count 6.8K

CHAPTER WARNING: male masturbation, mentions of alcohol, age gap, mention of guns, slow burn, pov,flirting, friends to lovers, mentions of choking, angst, fluff

Series summary: Joel Miller is down bad for the first time in a long time. After him and Ellie arrive and settle into life in Jackson, Joel is itching to get out. He becomes your patrol partner but he could be so much more if you give him the chance.

This will be a slow burn

Anything written in italic indicates someone talking to themselves

Hello anyone who cares enough to read this!

So I had previously written two parts of a series I was planning titled “In Dreams” . Since then I have decided I want to change how I write this and have decided that a good old fashioned POV would be more enjoyable to write. So this will be the main series but I will leave my previous works up. if you have already red my first part of In Dreams you don't really need to read this one but i have changed a few things

Thank you for reading and as always your feedback is appreciated!!!!!

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Joel Miller was down bad.

He found himself wondering how far too many times. He was sure he'd sworn off love and romance but then there you were. With your toothy grins and your warm palms. Eyes that made him feel safe and seen.

Your laugh filled his ears and swelled his heart. He would do anything to be in the same room as you, he would move where you move, he would go where you go, He could listen to you talk about anything and nothing as long as you kept looking at him and laughing at his stupid jokes.

He wishes he could tell you right now how badly he wanted you. He wishes he could let you know how important you were to him, how he would move mountains if it would make you smile.

He hoped you would see how much Ellie loved you.

Joel saw the spark return to her eyes thanks to you. He loved that you cared about her so much, as if she was the most precious and fragile thing in the world.

How you fed her, brushed her hair for her. You happily opened your home to her when you knew Joel would be gone for a night or just to make sure she wouldn't be alone.

There were just certain things that Joel couldn't provide for Ellie. But He knew you could. He wanted you to be in her life regardless of how he felt for you and how you felt for him. How do you feel about me?

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JOEL

I draw my eyes down to the half drunk glass of whisky that rests lazily in the palm of my hand.

The late afternoon light comes flooding in through the doors as a young man runs into the bison and jumps behind the bar and through to the kitchen. The chill of the fall air sweeping in alongside the light.

I've always liked fall. I loved the feeling of the warm sun pouring down on me in the mornings and the burning numbness in my fingertips when the sun begins to set and the chill of night starts breathing down my neck. I loved the way the leaves changed and morphed into shades of a fire, I liked how delicate they seemed, ready to be swept away at the slightest gust of wind. I loved the way the earth smelt, especially when it rained.

I loved the way the earth started to soften and sink, It made it easy to track. Rain brings water and water is a lifeline.

It was also nice to see the town prepare for the cold months that were about to come. People up on the roofs of their homes, cleaning gutters, fixing shutters and patching broken windows, salting meat and tanning hides, pickling and preserving anything they could. Preparing the green houses, people dragging bags of soil and horse shit to the doors, weeding, turning soil. People worked steadily but they never seemed rushed, as if there wasn't a sense of urgency or an immediate threat looming over their heads everyday. Sometimes it just seemed like a normal, sleepy, small town. In a normal world. On a normal day.

I move my eyes to my brother sitting across from me, even though he's right in front of me I feel a million miles away from him. It makes me a little sick to see how unfair the years have been to him. It might also just be because I just never envisioned him this old before. I always saw him how he was when he was twenty. So full of life, happy, electric, even when he shouldn't have been, it probably would have saved him from getting into a few scraps back in the day and it would have saved me from a bloodied nose when I had to step in and help him.

Now he looks… sad

Distant, cold and old. His eyes that once lit up with fire now sunken and barely an ember burning in the night. I wish he was fatter as well. It would probably make me feel better for not being there for him, for letting him endure all that he has without my help. Maybe I shouldn't blame myself. Afterall, he was the one who left.

I still wouldn't trade him for the world.

“So your patrol partner…” Tommy's voice pulled me back into the moment. The door swings shut with a soft thud and suddenly the sound of patrons and chatter fills my ears again.

A million miles away

“You’ll like her but…” he trails off looking down into his own glass, the lights in the bison were low and warm, it felt like a hug, it felt warm it also made everyone seem warmer and more alive, more vibrant.

Tommy let the corners of his mouth turn upward, almost smiling “ She’s shy, she's real weary of new people so no offence intended” he stated, pulling his glass up to his lips and sipping its content.

No offence intended?

“Is that your subtle way of tellin’ me she a bitch?” I raised an eyebrow at my brother and let my eyes roam over to the door again as it swung open, letting in more fresh air that settled on my forehead that I didn't realise was burning until now.

“Some would say” is the only reply he was offered

Some would say.

But Tommy wouldn't.

Now Tommy may not be the sharpest tool in the shed but I trust him when it comes to people. He seems to have an inapt ability to tell when someones genuine and when someones about to fuck you over. I trust him with this one. I wouldn't trust him to set a trap, or to wake up when he was told to. I wouldn't trust him to drive a tractor in a straight line and I wouldn't trust him to borrow and return my tools no matter how many times I remind him. But this I can trust him with.

“She's good quality” He continues “if she asks you some out of pocket shit it means she likes ya” another smile threatens to bleed across his face “ And if she treats you like you're stupid then she really likes ya” He throws the rest of his drink down his throat before dropping his glass back down to the table.

I let the side of my mouth curl up with his words, knowing exactly what he means before I pull back the rest of my drink.

///

As I walked home that afternoon I thought about how surreal everything felt. It sometimes felt like I was watching a movie or tv show and not actually living this life.

Tomorrow I’ll be going out on patrol with a new partner. Tommy had taken me out a few times teaching me the ropes, not that it was necessarily complicated work and while I knew after a while I would be placed with a new partner I was worried. It was easy with Tommy, we would communicate so much with only the nod of a head, we knew each other's limits, no need for small talk or to fill the air with unnecessary chatter because some people can't sit with silence.

Tommy knew exactly what button to push when it came to me. This was a blessing and a curse, especially given that I knew exactly how to push back.

I’m not scared of new people… but I am scared of stupid people, im scared that this person will crumble under pressure and fuck up. What if they make a stupid move that costs me my life, what if they leave me for dead, what if they don't know how to turn the safety off their gun because they've never had to point it at anything.

I filled my time in between patrol shifts with Tommy by completing handyman duties, fixing things made me feel useful, like I wasn't so much of a burden and I was earning my keep at least. Not like there was a shortage of jobs around here, it seemed like there was always something to do, patch up a fence, sweep out a barn, fix a hinge on a door, one of the women even asked me to come over and clean her pipes, I told her I wasn't qualified for that kind of work, the sexual innuendo not lost on me, just didn't wanna give it up for a woman who thinks that a cheesy line like that would work on me.

I just kept on moving from one thing to the next, I couldn't slow down. I didn't want to slow down because that would have given me time to think.

A small group of five or six kids runs past me in the street grabbing my attention and pulling me out of the mental nightmare I was about to fall into.

Sometimes it's hard to believe that we are here, that the threats of the outside seem like a distant memory and that we don't have to fight tooth and nail to make it to the next day.

This notion also made me feel uneasy. I feared what this would do to me over time, letting myself relax and letting my guard down. When we arrived, Tommy asked that I surrender my pistol, only temporarily until I “acclimated”. Tommy and big words aren't a usual mixture, it's kind of like putting hot sauce on vanilla ice cream. Without my gun I felt naked, like I have no means of defence, even now as I walk down the street I feel the absence of its weight on my hip.

I wasn't used to people smiling at me as I walked past them, I wasn't used to women smiling at me when they walked past my house,sometimes 3 times a day. I wasn't used to finding ‘ready to cook meals’ at my doorstep when I came home and I wasn't used to small tokens and gifts left on the front doormat, books, notepads, pens, paper clips and rubber bands, thumb tacks, shoe laces, toilet paper. Almost insignificant things, but now seem like so much more.

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I Woke up with that feeling in my chest… again. like a high calibre bullet has blasted through me for only a moment. For a moment, I'm back in the basement. I'm on the freezing concrete floor laying on top of a barely there mattress and my back is so sore I feel like I'll never be able to get up. For a moment, there's a pain in the left side of my abdomen and it hurts worse than the feeling in my chest and the pounding feeling in my head. For a moment…

I open my eyes letting the blue hues of the morning sky flood my vision as it spills in from between my curtains and paints itself on my walls and ceiling. I try not to let my mind go there. I try to keep those memories packed away. I try to save them in case… Well, I don't know right now, but I know that thinking about it isn't going to change it.

I pull myself up and hang my feet off the side of the mattress, rubbing small circles into my chest to try alleviate the pain that's decided to set up camp there.

I let reality wash over me again.

I'm safe. I'm okay.

As if those words should make me feel better, as if I deserve to feel that way after everything I've done.

In the time since Ellie and I have arrived I've set up a routine for myself. I need to keep busy and I need to keep moving. Get up. Get dressed. Get to it. Coffee has entered my life again and like a toxic lover I just have to keep going back for more. I don't know how I ever lived without her, she's the devil in disguise, she's dark and deep, while the instant stuff was nothing compared to the real shit, but i couldn't love it any less.

In the weeks that Ellie and I spent getting settled into the house, I quickly learnt all the creaks and cracks the house made as you moved through it. On really windy days it was almost like it was breathing with the way it groaned against the wind.

I pulled open the front door, pushing my shoulder into the wood as I pulled it back so the swollen wood wouldn't make too much noise when I pulled it away from the door frame. It's funny how every sound seems like it's amplified when the suns not out. I whirl my head around to look up the staircase, I can see Ellie’s bedroom door from where I stand, the blue light casting the whole house in a dream-like shade of blue. In a few hours she'll (hopefully) be up and well on her way to school.

I know it's definitely not her favourite thing and trust me I think school for the most part is a waste of time but I have seen her hand writing and i've seen her try to stitch up a wound and I doubt that she could point out which berries are safe to eat and which ones will turn your insides to gravy.

Unlike the QZ, this school would actually be helpful to her. Besides all that… she needs friends, she needs connection, she needs to feel safe and not just with me.

Stepping onto the front porch with socked feet I let the steam of the coffee swirl around my face and inhaled the chilled morning air. The streetlights glow softly on Jackson's main street, a few blocks aways from the place I now call my home. I hear the soft murmuring of people start to make their way into the mess hall for breakfast before starting their daily assignments. It reminded me of before.

When Ellie and I arrived back in Jackson for good we didn't have much more than the clothes on our backs, we both smelt to high heaven and my feet felt like they were going to fall off, my face hurt from squinting my eyes and my lips were cracked and bloody. When I looked at Ellie I felt my heartbreak, as much as I was hurting I knew she was hurting ten fold. She looked so defeated.

The community had put together something of a welcome basket for us. The house was stocked with towels and sheets, the wardrobe had some clothes in it, t-shirts and a winter jacket as well as some thick socks, the ones I wear now. A pair of jeans, underwear and even some shorts… I will never trust a grown man who willinging wears shorts.

Ellie got more or less the same items, even a few dresses which remain discarded in the back of her wardrobe, finally she got a new pair of shoes and not those shitty canvas ones that would leave her feet soaked to the bone.

Soaps, toothbrushes and toothpaste, lip balms, conditioner and shampoo, razors, a hair brush and a comb. All such simple items which now seem like they are worth their weight in gold. The bars of soap were imperfect and misshapen, the toothpaste came in a powdered form in an old glass container that looked like it once housed a candle or some kind of ointment. So many of the clothes had holes that had been patched over and mended in some way, same with the sheets and towels.

The items and all their imperfections made them even more special. Handmade and hand mended. Someone cared enough to see the potential in salvaged items that were otherwise discarded and left behind.

I remember that first shower I had.

I wanted to cry

Maybe I did cry, it's hard to tell.

I remember how it felt. Human, warm, like I was wanted, like someone was holding me and stroking my skin with a thousand fingertips. I wasn't just having a shower, I was washing away all the blood that had dried in the cracks of my skin, I was washing away all the grime that clung to me like a stubborn headache, the sweat, the guilt, the tightness in my chest that I knew would be there tomorrow when I wake up but in the moment it felt like it was gone forever.

I felt guilty taking so much when I had taken away so much already. You have to stop thinking that.

I can almost imagine the last twenty years were just a really bad and vivid nightmare as I stand in the crisp air of the morning. The neighbourhood starts to stir and begins to breathe to life before the sun makes its way over the hills. I close my eyes and drag in a breath and release it as I drop my chin to my chest. The sound of gravel crunching under foot, muted conversations and the sound of my neighbour walking around the upper level of their home. All familiar sounds, now alien.

I crane my neck from side to side to relieve some pressure from the ache that lives there.

When I look down at the woolly socks that cling to my feet I notice a growing hole in the right foot, where my big toe lives, the pad on the heel also beginning to thin out, ready to throw in the towel any day now. Shame, I thought to myself, I really liked these socks.

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I make my way down to the gates of Jackson. I remember Tommys words from yesterday “If she treats you like shit she really likes you”

I'm not one to shy away from a challenge, I like straight forward people but you have to be careful it doesn't fall from being blunt to being an asshole, I like to think I've perfected that. If this new partner of mine wants to believe that she's better than me because, what? She’s been here longer? She knows the routes better? that’s fine but if she fucks up and makes a fool of herself I’d be very happy to give her the reality check she needs.

I pass a few friendly faces as I walk down the street, offering a wave because that's the neighbourly thing to do. Neightbourly. The concept seems odd when you've seen the things we have.

Arriving at the gates I never expected to see you.

In fact you were probably the last thing I would have expected to see on patrol at all, you looked so… young. Like the world hadn't gotten its claws into you yet.

your face held no expression as you looked straight ahead at me, actually it was more like you were looking through me.

Your face looked fresh and warm, your lips looked so soft, your cheeks all rosy from the chilled air. The sweater you wore swallowed you and a few strands of hair fell into your face as you moved towards me.

You looked serious but when I looked into your eyes I could tell you were soft.

You were a hell of a lot younger than me that's for sure and I began to imagine how you Were before all this.

What are you like now?

Would you leave him bleeding out in the woods?

Would you be one of those chatter boxes that would rather spew bullshit than shut it?

Have you ever killed someone?

Have you ever killed infected?

What do you sound like?

Oh shit her mouth is moving she's talking to me.

“I'm sorry what?” I say, I must look stupid, was I staring at her? You're holding out a leather strap to me and for a second I thought you were holding a hand out for me to shake, the reins dumbass, take the reins from her hand. Feeling like I've just woken up from a fever dream, I now see that you're holding the reins of two horses as well as two rifles slung onto one shoulder and your backpack on the other.

“Your horse” you say to me lifting your brows with a weak smile, your arm still outstretched with the reins in your clutch.

I take the worn reins, feeling how the leathers have been softened by the warmth of your hand.

You slide one of the rifles off your should as well, handing it over to me

“You a decent shot?” my voice came out in a low whisper, still thick with sleep.

You let out a small huff as you readjusted your backpack and rifle before climbing onto your horse. Without saying a word you gave him a look that said hurry the fuck up and lets go.

///

Tommy was right, you were shy.

You didn't say much, not even offering me your name.

You seemed capable, you took the lead on the trail, you checked out the weapons, you saddled the horses, god you even packed extra food incase I forgot to bring some.

You were prepared.

Oh god I hope she doesn’t think I'm some useless trigger happy lug head.

You had taken the lead on everything. Normally I'm the one to prepare, I'm the stoic one, I'm the one taking the lead. God, is Jackson making me soft.

I felt my every move was under a microscope. Like you were watching and waiting for me to fuck up.

Every so often I could get a glimpse of your face, your soft expression, your eyes that dart back to find me, eventually you slowed your pace and walked your horse next to mine. Neither of us make an attempt at small talk. Good, can you think of anything worse than “how the weather?”, “who did you have to kill to be here?”, “ouch you lost your parents, yeah so did 80% of the people who live in jackson” bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.

Periodically I would see you looking at me but you never met my gaze, always turning away as if I didn't see. You made me feel… sweaty, nervous like I want you to like me.

“I want you to like me” seriously grow up Miller what are you fourteen. You've working together not in an arranged marriage. You didn't even tell me your name until we were several hours into the shift and communication became necessary.

“Im Joel by the way” you responded with a look that said yeah I know dumb ass.

For years I've been the quiet one, I've been the muscle, I've been the protector, I've been the lead. Now here you stand in front of me with your arms folded over your chest, cocking a brow looking extremely unamused at me. I towered over you, somehow I've never felt smaller. I felt like a side salad to a steak. I was the supporting act after years of being the main attraction.

Patrol was uneventful, I tried to stay out of your way and when you told me to jump I asked how high. You held my gaze for a bit longer now and an odd feeling stirred in my stomach when you did. I started to notice small details on you, cuts, scares, bruises, broken finger nails, small patches on your jumper where you had mended it time and time again refusing to leave it behind. The way you adjust your backpack periodically cracking your back as you did so. I liked the way you smelt when you walked close to me or when the wind changed direction. Jasmine.

Small things. Insignificant thing that told me a lot about you.

I wonder what you noticed about me.

///

I wanted to look at you more. Almost like I want to press pause and study you uninterrupted. That's not creepy joel.

You still held a stony expression when we approached the gates, while I felt relieved to get out of your presence I also liked the way I felt around you.

You held your hand out to me and for the second time today i find myself zoning out and getting lost in your eyes, your expression doesn't change and oh shit she's talking again

“Say that again”

“The horse, Joel”

God my name never sounded so good coming from someone's mouth.

I look down and see your hand stretched out towards me.

“Unless you wanna hold my hand” a small smile pulls at the corner of your lips

Oh god she smiled at me, that's so cute.

I drop the leather strap into your hand, a lazy half smile sits on my face because you smiled at me. She's starting to walk away, say something back, think of something. Anything.

“Do you need help getting back or do you think you've got it under control?” you ask, turning over your shoulder slightly as you start towards the stables.

“Im good” my voice cracked slightly from the lack of talking. I could be embarrassed but I'm not, the flutter of your lashes as you looked up at him, the hushed toe of your voice, the plumpness of your cheeks, I don't care how I sounded.

As I stood watching your walk away I thought about Tommys words again. “If she treats you like shit she really likes you”

God, I've never wanted to be treated like shit so bad.

///

“How was it?” Tommy had asked me as he honed in on the bowl of stew, he held it close to his chest as if someone would swipe it from him if he didnt.

“It was fine” yeah fine in the way that she doesn't even need me there and she gives me a weird feeling in my stomach.

Tommy raised his eyes from his meal, he rested the bowl on the table with one hand cupping the warm porcelain and the other reaching out for his beer. “Really? Just fine” I've known my brother long enough to know when he's leading me. “Nothing interesting happen that you wanna tell me about?” what the fuck is he getting at?

“Yeah Tommy we had so much fun, we sang songs and picked flowers and braided each other's hair” I spat out “what are you getting at? Nothing happened” Tommys expression didn’t change at my words, the lopsided grin still smeared on his face.

“It's just that you haven't wiped that smirk off your face since you walked in”

“Fuck off, tommy”

///

The next morning came and I didn’t feel as tired as I normally do, my back didn't hurt as bad as I expected it to and the ache in my head reduced to a light fog. My mind felt quiet, almost like all the shouts and screams were happening a mile down the block and not right in front of me.

I chalk it up to patrol, having something that occupied my mind, something to keep me sharp and it definitely didn't have anything to do with you.

Get up. Get dressed. Get to it.

Once I made my coffee and slung the door open as quietly as I could , I returned to my spot on the porch. Once again I closed my eyes and hung my head. Absorbing the noise around me. I opened my eyes for a moment, noting the sharp bit of cold on my big toe, that holes gotten bigger. I close my eyes again.

Music, the crunch of stone under foot, the shower running from inside the house, the neighbour walking around the second floor next door. I wonder what I'll do today, probably preparing for winter like everyone else. I should go get some food, make a nice dinner for Ellie, and I should try talking to her, make sure she's okay.

“Morning Miller” like I'm being woken from a dream, I open my eyes.

“You busy today?” how the fuck do you know where live?

///

When you told me you were taking me out of the walls I expected it to be more or less the same as yesterday, like we were filling in a shift for someone else. Instead you walked me to the opposite end of Jackson’s gates and through some poorly secured sheet metal in the fence. I should probably report this to Tommy, this isn't a disaster waiting to happen or anything.

You handed me a pistol and not just any pistol, my pistol. the one I carried halfway across the country with and the one I reached for more times then I can count. The same one I killed with. The one that Tommy had taken from me when I arrived. Was he setting it aside for me? Did he know about your “unofficial patrol” runs? The trails look almost overgrown, like it doesn't get walked often, branches cover parts of the track and the leaves hang low from the trees overhead. Fire

I can feel the sun beaming down on my back leaving a sweat patch right between my shoulder blades and beads of sweat form along my hairline. You walk alongside me, a long sleeve shirt hangs loosely from your form, your hair pushed back behind your ears, although some pieces fall into your face.

Today felt lighter, the cold air filled my lungs, the sun poured down on me, my pack felt lighter, the weight of the pistol on my hip felt right and the throbbing in my knees felt like no more than a tickle.

I like the way you smell, even though you said you stank. I liked the way you looked at me, it didn't matter if you were smiling or not.

“Why did you invite me out today?” I turned to look at you to find your eyes already on me. “Given how talkative you were yesterday” I continued “and does Tommy know we’re out here?”

I hear a laugh escape your lips and when I look over at you you're smiling at me again. The way the sunlight lights up your eyes and makes you look like you're glowing is overwhelming. You look back down at the trail. You adjust your backpack and crack your back, the same way you did yesterday.

“You seem good, Joel” I fix my eyes back onto the track ahead of me stepping over rocks and fallen branches. “I'm sorry if I came off rude” you continue “In a world where women like me are beaten down, stolen away, used and left for dead…” you stop, eyes firmly fixed on the toe of your boot. You seem so small when the next words come out.

“I want people to see me as a threat before they see me as anything else"

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“Will you walk me home?” you asked me as we approached the gates of Jackson. The possibility of spending more time with you made my heart thump in my chest, even with the ache in my back returning along with the throbbing feeling in my knee, I would walk you anywhere you wanted. Although if I get the chance another time I will make fun of you for asking. The mean little girl wants someone to walk her home. So cute.

Our unofficial patrol ended when we found an old wood shed about a mile and a half from home. One infected. Taken out by you. We checked a trap out in the woods behind the structure that turned out to be empty. As you waltzed into the wood shed I scanned over the shelves that lined it, books scattered, pens and notepads, a pile of blankets thrown in the corner along with some clothing items, a large black drum sat next to the door, a hose running from the lid of the barrel to the roof. There was an old couch pushed up in the back corner of the shed as well. In the other shelves sat large containers, ‘STOCK’ scrawled across the front of a few of them.

Looking around the structure I soon realised that we didn't ‘find' the place, you were just coming back to it. “What the fuck is this pace?” I asked as you rummaged around in one of the boxes marked “STOCK”

“Some of the kids call it the love shack” You looked over at me, amusement in your voice “but it's kind of like a supply station” you pull something out of the container and jam it into your bag before i can make out what it is “and yes Tommy knows all about this place”

What's that tone? Mischief playing in your voice. Is she only saying that so I don’t tell Tommy? She's not that stupid.

I followed you up your porch stairs taking in the exterior of your home. It's small, the front steps bow when you step on them from years or use. The paint on the weatherboards peeling and faded with time. The elements havent been kind to a lot of the homes in Jackson and I have spent a lot of time looking around thinking of all the things I would do if I had the resources. It didn't stop at my house either. Soon I was imagining renovating half the town.

Your front wire door looked like it was hanging on by a thread and one of the gutters and pipes that ran down the side of your house was all but rusted out.

I stopped when I reached the top step, you shoved your front door open with your shoulder and knee, a practised move that I'm sure you've done hundreds of times before, knowing just the right angle to hit it at.

Once the door swung open you shrugged off your bag and toed off your boots.

“Wait here a sec, okay?” and you disappeared into the house “I’ve got something for you” I hear you shout from somewhere inside.

I approached the front door but did not step over the threshold. Looking into your home felt like reading someone's diary or eavesdropping on a secret or walking in on someone changing.

Books lay spread out on the ground next to the fireplace and on what he assumes is your dining table. Blankets draped over the couch and spilt out of a basket near the front door.

She told me to wait.

A day bed sits in the corner of your lounge room. A basket of yarn spilling out onto the floor along with a few half finished projects along with a tin full of sewing needles, pins, measuring tapes, scissors and a few different colours of thread.

she didn't tell me not to come in but she also didn't invite me in.

The whole room was lit up in a soft orange glow from the afternoon sunlight pouring in from your kitchen window. It looked warm. It looked like a home.

Why do I feel so dirty for looking. It's just her living room.

The image of you sitting here on this sofa popped into my head, a blanket wrapped up around your shoulders. Half asleep with a book in your hand while it rained.

I'm not doing anything wrong, I'm just looking.

Or layed out by the fire. The dancing flames lighting up your eyes and warming your soft skin making you glow in the otherwise dark house.

“What are you smiling about?” you asked looking up at where I stood, a hand propped up on the door jam.

“Just lookin” my palms feel sweaty. You were just checking out her house, not her ass. Calm down Miller.

I look down at the item you extend to me. It's a bottle, the label worn and water damaged. The seal on the top has been broken and the lid has dents and scratches, it looks like it's been pasted through a few other hands before it found its way into yours. Take the bottle you moron.

“Thank you, its real nice of ya”

The bottle was filled with an amber liquid and as soon as I opened the lid and inhaled I could tell that this bottle of, what I can only assume is homebrewed bourbon didn't come cheap and didn't come around often.

Now, I didn't know it at the time but this would be the first of many gifts that you would bestow upon Ellie and I.

The next thing you did for me was mend my clothes, including my favourite pair of socks that I was wearing that first day we met.

After that I would be coming over and borrowing tools because my dumb ass brother never returned mine and then you would make a joke about needing a screw or asking how big my hammer was. Then you would teach Ellie to sew ‘a skill everyone should know’ you told her.

I would come over in the next few days and clean out the gutters before the storms started to roll in. I would rip out the rotting floorboards from your front porch and replace rusty nails. You would bring me homemade meals or fresh bread to which I would invite you in and you would never decline.

I loved how you seemed to fit into the house that was meant to be mine, but you felt like a part of you was here even after you left. You would kick off your boots leaving them alongside mine and you would throw your jacket on the hook next to mine or throw it on the back of the couch.

I didn't know it now but soon I would be teaching you chords on the guitar and swapping books with you.

I would happily follow you out on more unofficial patrols, sometimes we would be gone for a few days at a time trying to find supplies in dilapidated barns and old properties that had fallen victim to time and the elements. Tommy did know about these little excursions, although he didn't know about the makeshift hole in the fence. I'm sure you got a slap on the wrist for that one.

I would be coming over to your house to drag Ellie home when she was avoiding chores or trying to dodge school.

I just didn't know yet.

“You need me to help you get home?” a bashful smile laced your face. I couldn't tell if you were just flushed from the warmth of your home or if you were blushing.

You pushed past me in the doorway raising an arm and pointing a finger past my shoulder down the street.

I let my eyes follow the outstretched arm. Seven houses. Seven houses and across the street was all that separated us. Fuck

“See ya neighbour”

As I walked home I could feel the goofy smile that hung from my lips.

I slowed my pace, observing the bottle as I went. Chatter in the streets picked up, people started to return from assignment to rejoin their families, others turning straight to the bison in favour of a drink. I listened to the distant sound of children laughing and playing in the streets. The sounds of a neighbourhood.

///

That was the first night I dreamt about you, it was the first night you pulled me out of a bad dream. It was the first night that I went to sleep with your face at the front of my mind. When I woke up in the middle of the night you were the first thing I thought of. When I closed my eyes and pulled my cock out of my boxers I saw you and when I started jerking myself off I saw you. Fuck i feel dirty. I couldn't stop myself even if I tried. I saw your smile and the strands of hair that stuck to your face. I pictured you laid out by your fireplace, bathed in an orange glow with my hand around your throat as you moaned my name.

Just once, get it out of your system. She’s attractive, I'm only human. It's fine.

I let myself imagine all the things I would do to you. Because in the morning i wouldn't think about it again

Just once

I let myself imagine your tight pussy swallowing me up. I could almost feel your hot breath on my neck. I let myself imagine you on all fours and I let myself imagine you riding me on the couch in your living room.

Just once

I let myself imagine how your pussy would taste as I ate you out and I let myself imagine how you could sound as you came on my face, on my cock, on my fingers.

“Just once” I whispered to myself before I spilled onto my hand and sheets.

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Love Beyond Limits - Chapter 9

Mob!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Aunt May Parker x Fem!Reader (Like Family)

Peter Parker x Fem!Reader (Like Family)

Warnings: SOA, Mob AU

(Not very mentioned in this chapter but in over all theme)

Word Count: 3,351

Summary: Bucky meets Aunt May and Peter, also ask's Y/n to go to a gala for him. Bucky Believe she needs a custom dress for this event.

Authors Note: Aunt May has opinions on Bucky. Y/n is getting a custom dress?! For all parts of this series go to 'Series Masterlist'.

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“So you’ve been dating this man for how long?” May questioned as her and Y/n sat in a booth filling napkin dispensers.

Y/n had decided to stop by since she really missed Aunt May and Peter.

“Dating for 3 months and officially together for 2 months.” Y/n stated informing her of her relationship status. She hadn’t had time to tell May all about it, only having been able to stop by when the pizzeria was busy. Which left no time for talking.

“And he’s a billionaire, not bad. Business man, again not bad. And he seems to be completely in love with you.” May tilted her head impressed. It seemed like to her Y/n had found one of the good ones. The thing mattering to her the most was that he truly loved and cared about her surrogate daughter.

“I’d say that the last one goes both ways.” Y/n bit her lip shyly looking up at May through her lashes. It hadn’t been that long but Y/n was 95% sure she was in love with Bucky. He had shown her that he was in this for the long hall and didn’t want anyone but her, and that meant everything.

“I’m happy for you sweetheart.” May smiled warmly at the young woman in front of her. It was nice to see her smile and have Y/n’s eyes lit up again with a spark that had been put out when she first came to the city.

“Thanks Aunt May.” Everyone who knew was happy for her, hell Wanda was ecstatic when she came home and told her they were official.

“He’s treating you well right? No funny business? No lying or hiding stuff from you?” May asked, she treated Y/n like a daughter and she didn’t want to see her doubt herself or feel like she had in Charming ever again. May would kill any man who treated her like that again no questions asked.

“No May. He’s being a very well behaved gentleman.” Y/n shook her head with amusement all over her face. She really appreciated how they all didn’t want her to get hurt, and how they were all very quick to jump up and defend her if need be.

“What about the hiding stuff?” May raised a brow. May was ready to beat this Bucky's ass if he was going to pull some Teller shit on Y/n.

“Is it really hiding if I know what it is he’s not telling me?” Y/n raised a brow and sent Aunt May a smirk. Y/n had a really good idea by now of what Bucky wasn’t telling her. She didn’t want to push him, he’d either teller her in his own time or she’d have to confront him. She hoped it wouldn’t come to that though. Having been around him enough when he had to take a call or leave for something he wouldn’t explain, Y/n was observant enough to notice and she was positive she knew what he was hiding and it didn’t bother her. As long as he doesn’t keep it hidden and eventually tells her.

“Smart girl.” May smirked back pointing at her, proud of Y/n. She was not a dumb girl and May was extremely proud of her for being cautious and not sweeping anything under the rug just because he treated her right. Everything mattered.

“I’ve been burned before and I won’t let it happen again.” Y/n shrugged, she was being cautious this time around. No blinders on when it comes to anything.

“So he’s picking you up here? When?” May changed the subject while grabbing another napkin holder to her left. May felt very honoured that Y/n wanted her and Peter to meet her new man.

“Hey, there’s a black SUV outside with 2 men guarding it and one coming up to the door.” Peter spoke entering the restaurant with a confused look on his face. It wasn’t something that they saw around the restaurant often but it wasn’t something odd to see. Everyone knew about the Mobs that ran different parts of the city. But it was unnerving to Peter to see if right outside a place that felt safe.

“About now. Always on time that one.” Y/n smiled, shaking her head as she checked the time on her phone. Y/n knew the two men guarding the car were probably Steve and Sam, after the bowling Y/n had learned that Steve and Sam worked with Bucky and often drove him since he had to deal with business while on the move.

“Punctual. Good trait to have.” May smiled nodding in approval. This man was already earning points in May's book.

“I agree.” Y/n grabbed her bag and stood up, turning to face her boyfriend as she heard him enter. “Hey.”

“Hello doll. When you said your friend owned a pizzeria I wish I would’ve known it was this one.” Bucky smiled at her, greeting her with a kiss on her cheek to be polite in front of her friends.

“Is that a good or bad thing?” May asked as she to stood from the booth watching the interaction closely. May was protective of those she cared about and Y/n was one of them.

“My friend and the owner May Parker.” Y/n introduced the two moving to stand by Bucky’s side.

“Its a good thing. This is my favorite pizzeria in the city. I order from your restaurant all the time.” Bucky told May as he reached out to shake her hand.

“Well I appreciate the kind words and your business. . .” May shook his hand and waited for him to introduce himself. She of course knew his name from Y/n, but she wanted to test him a little.

“James Barnes. But my friends call me Bucky.” He introduced himself with a warm smile.

“Well its nice to meet you Mr. Barnes.” May smiled.

“Likewise.” Bucky smiled back, oh once she called him ‘Mr. Barnes’ Bucky decided then and there he wanted to win her over and get her to call him ‘Bucky’.

“And this is Peter.” Y/n pointed to Peter who was awkwardly standing to the side filling salt shakers.

“Its nice to meet you.” Bucky nodded at the teenage boy in greeting. He was already thinking of ways he could possibly spend time with Peter, hoping to also win him over and bond with the kid.

“Uh- uh yeah. Nice to meet you to sir.” Peter nodded back awkwardly not knowing how to talk to the seemingly friendly man in a suit who looked very important. Someone Peter wouldn’t normally talk to.

“Come on Peter, let's get back to setting up for the dinner rush. Be safe sweetie.” May kissed Y/n on the head as she walked by.

“I will Aunt May.” Y/n smiled, noticing the sly wink she sent her. Bucky was Aunt May approved which made Y/n giggle. Before the two turned and headed outside, Bucky wrapped his arm around Y/n’s waist.

“I thought you didn’t have any family here?” Bucky asked as they headed out to his car. Bucky listened to everything Y/n says and he was pretty sure she never mentioned having any family on this side of the country. As far as he remembered they all were in California.

“Technically I don’t. Aunt May isn’t my actual Aunt. She’s Peter’s Aunt, the aunt part just kinda stuck. Besides, family doesn’t end with blood. Blood makes you related, loyalty makes you family.” Y/n explained stopping to look at him as they stood in front of the car's back doors.

“Couldn’t agree more.” Her last sentence was words to live by, Bucky admired them. Most of his friends he considered his family as well.

“So you said you had something to ask me that could only be done in person?” Y/n asked watching him open the door for her to get in the car. Y/n sent him a quick thank’s as she got in with him following suit. Once in the car Y/n greeted Steve and Sam before they raised the partition to give them privacy. As Y/n looked around the SUV, her first time being in it it was obviously customized.

“There’s a gala coming up in a month's time and I was hoping you’d be my date.” Bucky asked once they were off on the road. Steve knew exactly where to drive so Bucky wasn’t worried about telling his two friends where to go.

“Of course I’ll accompany you. But Bucky, what do I wear to this kind of thing?” Y/n furrowed her brow in concern and slight worry since she had no idea on what to wear to that kind of event.

“Don’t worry I already have that taken care of.” He smiled brightly with a hint of mischief in them. Bucky had already thought of everything.

“Do you now?” Of course he had something planned out if she said ‘yes’, and of course she’d say ‘yes’. Y/n wanted to be with him and become part of his world, especially since she saw this relationship for the long term.

“I was hoping you’d say yes. Now all we have to do is go see a friend of mine.” Bucky grabbed her hand and interlocked their fingers together bringing them up to his lips, laying a kiss on the back of her hand.

“What does this friend do?” Y/n asked curiously. Bucky seemed to know people everywhere that do everything.

“She’s a dress designer.” Bucky told her getting giddy to spoil her. He couldn’t wait to see what she would come up with and he knew Y/n would look amazing.

“Bucky-”

Bucky cut her off with a smile. “You don’t have anything to wear to the gala and I like buying you things. You should’ve seen this coming.”

He had been slowly spoiling her, trying to abide by what she had asked of him to slowly integrate her in his world. And even if it was hard for him to hold back he’d do it for her. But it wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Bucky a custom dress that’s gotta cost. . .” Y/n couldn’t, didn’t want to think about how much the dress would cost. She thought her prom dress being almost $300 was expensive, Y/n didn’t want to think about what a normal dress for a gala cost let alone Bucky’s idea of a custom one.

“I’d pay all the money in the world for you to have anything you’ve ever desired. This dress is one small thing in the grand collection you’ll receive over time.” Bucky told her honestly, he gave her hand a squeeze hoping to calm her growing nerves.

“Still getting use to that.” Y/n gave him a shaky smile. She was grateful but it was again another new thing to get use to. Expensive gifts and a guy who wanted to give her the world.

“If it helps you're doing great.” Bucky praised her with a smile on his lips that brightened his whole face and gave his eyes a sparkle.

“Thanks.” Y/n laughed amused at his praise of her in this situation. She hoped he knew though that she didn’t love him because he had money. That wasn’t the case at all.

“So how’s the apartment hunting going?” He asked her curious about her quest to find somewhere of her own. Bucky had wanted to offer her to move into his house with him but he thought it was to soon. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable or put her on the spot.

“I found one that I really like and it’s really affordable.” She nodded in confirmation. It had taken a while but she had found a place that she really loved and it wasn’t outrageous in rent.

“When do you move in?” Bucky smiled happily for her.

“I can move in, in a week.” She smiled happily. She loved living with Wanda and Pietro but it was time to get her own place. Besides she was planning on staying, she needed one.

“Need any help moving in?” He asked, hoping he could help move her into her place. Bucky really wanted to see it and help her but he knew he’d see it anyway eventually.

“No, but thanks. I don’t have much and I’m just gonna have the furniture delivered.” Y/n told him. She would’ve loved his help but she didn’t bring much with her in the first place so there wasn’t much to move.

“The offer still stands.” Bucky lifted her hand and kissed the back of her hand again. “And here we are.” He stated as the car came to a stop and he glanced outside.

“Bucky this place looks-” Y/n eyes were wide with shock and amazement.

“Just give in Y/n/n.” Bucky smiled at her, Y/n could read the look on his face. He wanted her to just take the leap and trust him. And she decided to. It’d be easier to just go with it anyway. Plus it’s not like she had a dress fancy enough for this kind of event anyway. They exited the car and headed inside.

“Mr. Barnes Welcome, its good to see you again.” A woman came up to them as they entered with a smile on her face. Y/n thought she was a very beautiful lady, around her age, wearing what she was sure was her own designs paired with heels.

“Jessica I trust you got my message?” Bucky smiled at Jessica, she was an old friend of his sister and she was an amazing dress designer. The best Bucky had seen, so of course he trusted Jessica with making Y/n’s dress.

“Yes, I did. And this must be the lovely Y/n. It’s wonderful to meet you in person.” Jessica nodded and turned her attention to Y/n. Jessica could tell in his message how much he was falling for this girl, along with the fact that Bucky never brought girls to get custom dresses.

“Its nice to meet you to.” Y/n gave her a smile, trying her best to not show how nervous she was.

“So I set aside some different styles to try on and I have the slouch sheet out for us to choose the best color.” Jessica told the couple getting right into it to hopefully ease Bucky’s girl's nerves.

“Perfect.” Bucky was very excited for this. More than he was showing, Bucky felt the need to contain it well to not overwhelm Y/n.

Bucky knew Y/n wasn’t use to these kinds of things, treatments, or price tags. But he wanted to spoil her and it warmed his heart a little to know she wasn’t with him for his money and didn’t care about it. Besides he had more money that he could ever possibly spend.

“Would you come with me Miss Y/n?” Jessica held her hand out gesturing to the fitting rooms.

“Uh, yeah.” Y/n spared a glance at Bucky as she placed her hand in Jessicas, and Bucky could see the anxiousness in her eyes.

“Its okay, doll. I’ll be right out here.” Bucky gestured to the fancy couch by the mirrors as he took a seat. Hoping to assure her he wouldn’t leave her and he was there if she needed him.

Y/n followed Jessica back and they tried on a couple dresses and some of them were complete no’s from both of them.

“I can see why Mr. Barnes is in love with you.” Jessica stated as they both looked in the mirror both women were in awe of the dress’s fit on Y/n.

“Thanks. Your designs are so beautiful.” Y/n blushed at her words, she was such an amazing designer all the dresses Y/n had tried on were gorgeous.

“Thank you. You know you're the only person he’s ever brought here.” Jessica smiled widely at Y/n’s complement. But she felt the need to tell the girl how special she must be to Bucky. Jessica, having been friends so long with the Barnes', knew Bucky was serious about her.

“I am?” Y/n looked at her with shocked eye’s and an overall expression of surprise. She remembered Bucky telling her and Steve, and Sam that he didn’t really date or let anyone in. Y/n assumed it was because of what he wasn’t telling her or women took advantage of his status and money. But it surprised her that he had never brought anyone before. Not even one girl.

“You are.” Jessica nodded in confirmation. She could see how they looked at each other and she was happy for both of them. She couldn’t wait to tell Becca. “Now this one I think is the winner. It looks so good on you.” Jessica stated admiring her dress design on the Y/h/c-ed woman. It was like she designed it for her and it was just waiting for Bucky to bring her into her boutique.

“I agree. It’s gorgeous.” Y/n smiled excitedly. Surprised but also very happy with how she looked in this dress.

“I think this one we can go show him.” Jessica teased while smirking, they hadn’t shown Bucky any of the dresses yet and they both knew he was getting antsy.

“Finally. Where’s my fashion show?” Bucky playfully groaned, raising a brow at only seeing Jessica exited the fitting room. He could hear the two girls talking but not exactly what about, it made him slightly anxious as to what they could be saying, Bucky was also not used to having Y/n with him but next to him and Bucky didn’t know what to do with himself.

“You don’t need to see every dress, besides we have our winner.” Jessica rolled her eyes as she walked Y/n over to the pedestal by the mirrors to show off the dress they both loved.

“What do you think?” Y/n asked anxiously waiting for his opinion while he just kept staring at her.

“I think it was made for you.” Was all Bucky could think to say. The dress just extenuated everything he loved about her figure.

“Now we just need to pick a color. Black will not do for a gala.” Jessica clapped excitedly and went to bring over the color options. All the model dresses were in black to just give the idea of fit and style.

“Do you have a color in mind?” Bucky asked moving to stand near Y/n as Jessica brought the color slouches over to them.

“I believe a royal blue or amethyst purple would look very nice.” Jessica offered her opinion, the two colors would look great with Y/n’s hair color and skin tone.

“Both sound beautiful.” Y/n chimed in loving both those colors.

“Surprise us. Why don’t you get changed and I’ll pay.” Bucky smiled at Y/n sending her back to the changing rooms so she could put her own clothes back on.

“Okay.” Y/n nodded heading back to change.

“Make it in both and send them to me.” Bucky waited till he heard the dressing room door shut before looking to Jessica and told her to make it in both. He already knew she would do more than just a color change to make them more different.

Jessica laughed, shaking her head. “The poor girl doesn’t even realize that you would’ve brought every dress she tried on in every color if we would’ve showed them to you.”

Bucky smiled tilting his head, holding out his credit card. “She has an idea but not to the full extent.”’

“She’s a keeper. Don’t lose that one.” Jessica pointed at him before taking the card from between his fingers.

“I don't plan on it.” Bucky stated truthfully. He did not plan on losing her. Not if he could help it.

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krethes · 26 days ago

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“One More to Love Chapter 8!” we all chant in unison

💖wip it good💖

Haha! 😂 I had a bet with myself about what the first ask would be and, well, it wasn't a fair bet all things considered 😂

Here's a nice long one for my patient readers, and tagging @theresthesnitch specifically because I haven't shared this with her either 😔

There’s a ringing—the kettle, Sirius thinks numbly—shrieking, shrill, drowning out the voices around him until they sound like they're underwater and maybe he's underwater, too, actually, because he can't breathe and his vision’s gone a bit fucked and that blasted ringing won't stop and he feels his magic sparking at his fingertips because he'll make it stop if it's- “Padfoot, hey!" James has both hands on Sirius’s face and he's holding a little tighter than is comfortable and he's shaking him, and Sirius has come up for air in short, panting exhales. His mother is dead. Dead. Like, dead dead. Tapestry dead. Official. Huh. A weight settles on his shoulders, smothering and hot like a wet blanket in a fire (he and James got up to some dumb fucking shit without Moony at Hogwarts, he's well aware) as he realizes he's Lord Black now. The Family is his to run, or destroy. Morgana's matted minge. His brother's face is grim, and probably looks unexpressive to all but Sirius (and Kingsley, he supposes). He's stoic, but there's a flicker of justice lurking behind his silver eyes, at war with the sour sting of pain at losing a parent. While Sirius was an active disappointment to his mother (and did nothing at all to correct that after a few fruitless years), she and Regulus…were usually fairly civil, even with the whole Beta thing and the whole Kingsley thing. Regulus got treated to quite a few years of Walburga’s favor once Sirius fell out of it, and though they were by no means a loving family, she was still family. Blood. But Sirius knows better than to draw any attention to Regulus’s emotions in the presence of others, so he sweeps his questions and empathy under a metaphoric rug and straightens his spine. “Guess I'm to plan a funeral then." “Padfoot-" Remus begins, but Sirius shrugs off his questioning hand. “Not entirely sure about the whole no body thing, though. Bit worried she's going to haunt us, yeah?" The look Kingsley gives him would be chilling, if Sirius wasn't riding a weird combination of mania and adrenaline. “Not going to be an issue." "Well that's one problem solved,” Sirius says with a shrug. He'd consider offing himself if his harpy of a mother had unlimited access to him as a fucking ghost. No thanks. "Pad-” "What? It was valid,” Sirius defends, rolling his eyes at James. Honestly. "Never planned a funeral do before, and Circe knows Walburga didn't hold one for Orion or uncle Alphard, so-” His voice catches a little, still plagued by the fresh knowledge of what happened to Alphard, how it's all swirling together with the reality of his life and Regulus's and the life he'll never be able to create, and- “So I'll just wing it, then. Can't be too hard." Shove it down, deep, deep down, deal with it maybe later, maybe never, that was Sirius's way.

#wip #one more to love #omtl #snippet #asks for krethes #omegaverse #wolfstarbucks #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter

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Lucifer and Adam goes clubbing/dancing for late night date and while their on the dance floor some random demon came up and slapped on Adam's ass or just starts aggressively flirting to Adam who's slowly losing patients, but one look from Lucifer and that random demon will n o t be living the place alive. Lucifer drags that poor soul out in the back of club, threw an alley way, while Adam is following them on a slower pace, instead of Lucifer's fast one. So as you know Lucifer kills the demon, unnoticed to everyone that is near/inside the club do to the music being blasted top volume. Adam gets hot and bothered by the possessive/demonic look on Lucifer's face, so he turns him around and sensually kiss him, begging him to fuck him.

Blood and Violence, Possessive and Rough Sex, Crossdressing?[adam wearing a short dress; easy access, lol], Semi-Public/Alley Way Sex, I saw that you did a Queen Adam one, can you do that for this one too?

Nice! I live for possessive Lucifer. It gets my creative juices flowing.

Let's begin, Anon.

Adam was doing well all things considered. Sure, the club had nothing on Heaven's clubs, nothing would, but for Hell's standards it was high-peak. The sheep demon pulled his short dress down a bit with a blush. The only reason why he was even wearing the thing was because he lost a bet. His husband was the original trickster so, though he would never admit it, it was Adam's own fault for believing that Lucifer would ever play fair.

"Don't worry so much, my lamb." Lucifer had purred out in a sultry way that had Adam's body melting. "You look beautiful."

"Of course I do." Adam had grumbled, but he preened at the praise, which made the whole thing much more bearable.

Adam sighed to himself as he looked in the direction his husband had gone. Lucifer had gone to change the music to something a bit more classy to dance with. Adam just shrugged but smiled nonetheless. The former archangel looked so starry-eyed at the thought of dancing with Adam that he just nodded along with him.

But he had been gone for a while now.

"Where are you?" Adam muttered, his eyes sweeping the dance floor. He got up from his seat at the bar and looked around a bit. He let out a yelp when he felt a stinging slap to his ass. He quickly turned around and glared at the tall demon before him. Adam was used to being the taller one in Heaven when he wasn't counting the seraphim.

Hell was a whole other story. Many demons towered over Adam and it always made him feel small in every sense of the word.

"Hey there, sweet thing~." The demon flirted making Adam recoil in disgust. It was a tall-looking dog. "Not interested." He didn't want whatever this demon wanted. He flashed his ring for good measure.

"Oh, come on." The demon said, pushing him into the counter. "I know you want this." Adam glared harder, his eyes burning gold. "No, I don't. Fuck off, asshole." This didn't seem to deter him in the slightest. A hand found its way to his ass and squeezed. "Let go!" He tried moving away but gasped when the offender was dragged off him. Lucifer held the dog demon by the throat and he looked livid.

"How fucking dare you," Lucifer growled, a few sparks leaving his mouth that would soon turn to flames if left unchecked.

The sinner gulped, as much as he could with his throat being squeezed, and began babbling about how Adam was asking for it and how he didn't know he belonged to the King of Hell.

Lucifer had heard enough and began dragging him away. Adam watched in a bit of a daze as his husband left him by the bar. No one had even glanced in their direction, too busy dancing to the slow music that Lucifer picked out for them to dance with.

Without thinking too much about it, he followed after them, making sure he wasn't bumping into any couples on his way. He had just caught sight of Lucifer barging out into an alleyway. Adam jogged up to the door and slowly opened it.

Lucifer was going to town on this sinner. The dog was yelping and yelling for mercy which his husband didn't seem too keen on giving.

Adam could feel himself blush, a tent forming in his silk underwear. His dress was doing nothing to hide it. Lucifer looked so hot being protective and possessive. He watched as a hole was punched through the dog demon's chest and he finally slipped to the floor of the dead.

The sheep demon walked up to his husband who was breathing heavily and was quick to turn him around. Lucifer looked surprised but moaned when Adam kissed him hard. It didn't take much time for his husband to take control with a growl.

Strong hands picked him up and slammed him into the wall. Adam moaned in slight pain but immediately moaned high and loud as Lucifer attacked his neck with kisses and bites.

"How dare someone touch what's mine?" Lucifer said, hands fondling Adam's silk-covered ass. "Only I can touch you. I should remind you of that."

Adam moaned at the gruff voice. "Really? Because I've seen you do better." He breathed out.

Lucifer growled harder, his chest vibrating with power that Adam could feel.

"Oh? Then allow me to show Hell's Queen what he's been needing."

Adam was flipped around and his dress was hiked up his ass. The panties were ripped off showing him bare for Lucifer to see. Adam didn't even need to be stretched, Lucifer made sure he was loose for himself and plunged his dick all the way in.

Adam mewled and even let out a few bleats of pleasure as Lucifer took him roughly in the alleyway. Tears fell down his cheeks and Adam felt the growing need to cum.

"Please, I-I."

Lucifer chuckled. "Does my little lamb need to cum? Beg for it."

"Please! Let me cum! I'll be good! I-I'll, oh God, be you're good little lamb!"

"Then cum."

Adam came with a scream. He loved this feeling of possessiveness, the furious protective nature, and the fact he wasn't the only one who got jealous. He loved his husband. And from the gentle look he was being given, the feeling was reciprocated.

#adamsapple #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #send asks #oneshot #smut #short

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ultimatebassist · 26 days ago

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This one is a Christmas themed profode fic! (I know it's not Christmas but I had a cute idea)

3.2k words profode fic:

Green and red lights cast a soft glow over the streets of the town, brightening with the setting of the Sun. Small children drag around their parents to heavily decorated stalls, and loving couples hold hands as they take part in the festivities that are all around this night.

Christmas is a holiday enjoyed by almost all- whether you believe in the idea of santa or just like the atmosphere of these joyful winter days. Toad Town flourishes in this aspect, being well-known for its grand celebrations this time of year. It's also when the town is at its busiest, with toads coming from all over to have a good time- also a great business opportunity for the few smart enough to take advantage of the heavy numbers.

It's pretty obvious how Toad Town is the place to be when Christmas is right around the corner. People of all ages and species are outside celebrating, in fact. It'll only take a quick sweep of the eyes to notice the unusual amount of Koopas and Goombas and others like them wandering the crowded streets. It's times like now where the rivalry between those under the Princess' rule and those under Bowser's is put aside for the time being, making it one of the few times where Toad Town is a welcoming place for everyone.

The excitement is contagious just by being in the area, much to the displeasure of a certain Professor. On this certain night, with the 25th not too far away, he'd have likely been outside with the rest of his friends. Instead, he's stuck inside, hunched over the desk he occasionally uses for work purposes if he's not back in Shroom City.

If only he kept his work more organised, his mind helpfully supplies, as his arms dig through paper. Not just any paper, though. Shredded paper...the reason why he's sitting here listening to fireworks light up the sky he'd much rather be under instead of the stupid ceiling he's staring up at right now.

He forces himself to tear his eyes away from the cracks in the wood he'd been counting, scolding himself mentally for stalling, before firmly planting his hands on the desk and preparing to get back to work. He grabs a few slips of paper, focusing on the open palm in front of him.

Thud!

The chair shakes at the force in which another pair of hands land on the back, almost caging the Professor between them. Their sudden appearance would have startled him greatly if it wasn't so expected.

"Hello, Captain." He doesn't have look up to check if he guessed correctly. "It's good to see you on such a nice evening like this, though I'd have much preferred it to be some other time. I'm very...occupied right now, as you can see here," he gestures to the mess in front of him.

"Yes, I can see that. Why are you doing this when so many are out? And what exactly is this?" Ode mimics the Professor's gesture, raising an eyebrow at the top of the yellow spotted head below him. "Paper mache? Or some sort of intricate puzzle?" He holds a thin strip of paper between his fingers.

"Close. I might have...maybe...uhm..." Letting out a soft breath, he defeatedly leans back and tilts his head up. Ode stares down into his eyes, a curious expression dawning his face.

"Now you have my interest. Tell me, what troubles you?" The curiosity shortly morphs to concern when a closer look at the Professor's face reveals dark, heavy bags weighing down the other's eyes- the usual spark that Ode loves to see is missing.

"Hah..Imighthaveshreddedsomeimportantreports." The Professor blurts out all the words in one long, almost indecipherable, breath.

"I didn't quite catch that. Would you care to repeat it, Scholar?"

"The paper is a bunch of important reports from my students. I accidentally shredded them with some scrap paper; I'm attempting to put the pieces back together..." One of his hands is brought up to his mouth where he bites on the edges of his fingers, while the other hand toys with the end of his shirt. It's a clear display of anxiousness that Ode can't help but feel sympathetic after witnessing.

"Small mistakes, big problems...I assume you could use a second pair of hands?" He watches as the Professor tenses at this suggestion, fumbling with the paper he's holding. His fist closes around it with a tight grip.

"No, no, I could never bother you with a tedious task like this." Making a shooing motion with his empty hand, the Professor turns back to the desk. "It's my fault anyway," he sighs, eyes closing and hand rubbing his head, "I'll be fine on my own, Captain. You go enjoy yourself, alright?" After one last tired smile is sent the other's way, the Professor gets back to work, albeit slowly and still making little progress.

The Professor doesn't look to see if Ode left or not, though there's no sound of footsteps leaving or a door being shut- there is the sound of something scraping against the floor as it's dragged next to him.

"I really do want you to do something better with your time." He doesn't look away from the scraps of paper he's carefully reading.

"You are no waste of my time." Ode mutters, sorting some of the mess into a neat pile. The Professor's head hangs low, though he doesn't give any response.

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Evening progresses into night soon after. Laughter can be heard through the walls, cheers loudly echo in the streets outside. Bright lights shine through the window next to the both of them as they work in silence, providing an unwanted distraction.

"I wonder...why must this be completed in such a hurry?" Ode waits as the Professor clumsily gathers the paper he dropped at the sudden breaking of the silence.

"Ah, you see, I'm supposed to have the reports from all my students returned quite soon- not too long after Christmas. I mean, what sort of lousy professor would I be if I can't even get them back in one piece?" He only pays attention to the shaking of his hands when Ode gently places his own over them.

"Calm yourself," he grabs the Professor by the chin and guides the other's head to meet his eyes, "Would someone who is 'lousy' spend their time fixing an unintentional mistake?" Ode lets the Professor think about it for a few seconds, smiling when he shakes his head in response.

"I guess not..." his face brightens and a large grin forms. "Thanks, Captain. You've already been such a good help with my studies, and now you're helping me with my self esteem!" The Professor chuckles, hands busying themselves as he talks. "You're a wonder, Captain. A marvel, even."

"A wonder, a marvel...grace me with any more compliments and I might fluster." It's obvious the moment Ode's words sink in for the Professor, if the sudden reddening of his cheeks is anything to go by.

"I-I didn't mean it like- I did mean it but- oh, nevermind..." He turns away from Ode, looking like he's a single tease away from his heated cheeks breaking into steam. "I really do mean it...I don't know how I can thank such an amazing person like you, Captain..." Ode hums softly, his hands sorting through the mess with a somewhat grace to them- the Professor struggles to look away, the reason as to why currently lost to him.

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They're about halfway through. The moon is high up in the sky, the stars are twinkling, and the number of people outside somehow hasn't dwindled in any sort of significance. If the Professor's memory is correct, they must have started a good few hours earlier- though he did start a while before Ode arrived. His arms tremble with the aches that have targeted them, most likely because of the amount of time this has been dragging on for...and because he can't stop himself from tensing whenever his shoulder brushes against the one next to him.

"Why must you refer to me with formality?" Ode pauses in his movements, choosing to turn his body and face the Professor as the other stills too.

"Hm? What do you mean by that?"

"I would like for you to call me by my name, Scholar." He stares into the Professor's eyes with a certain emotion that the Professor just can't seem to put a name to. The Professor averts his eyes.

"I really don't think I should, Captain. Even if you're fine with it, I don't think I can bring myself to do so..." he whispers the last part in a hushed voice. "...a-and anyway! I believe I don't know you well enough- at least not personally."

Ode doesn't say much, only acknowledging the Professor's comment with a short nod. With the other seemingly lost in thought, the Professor awkwardly goes back to what he was doing previously- he really thought it would be over much quicker than this.

"Is there anything I can do to convince you?" Ode almost looks desperate- almost. There will never be a day where Ode becomes desperate, especially not if the Professor has anything to do about it. An idea pops up in his mind.

"I guess I'd have to call you by your name...if you can convince me by the end of this that I know you well enough, Captain." He's never usually like this, but right now he's tired and bored. Maybe it's the exhaustion catching up to him, but Ode even seems to gain a spark of something in his eyes at the challenge.

"You'll know me very well, Scholar." The Professor looks at the mischievous look on Ode's face, and almost immediately regrets what he said.

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The Professor hops up from his seat, standing for the first time in hours. "I can't believe we've finally done it. We did a good job, didn't we?"

Ode, looking more exhausted than the Professor's ever seen him before, smiles at the messily taped together, barely legible reports. "Yes...we work well together..." Earlier, his voice had been pretty rough and gravelly from long periods of being unused; since the Professor's 'challenge', he can't quite think of a moment where it hadn't been used- a good while of chattering certainly helped Ode get his smooth, accented, attractive voice back.

The Professor stretches his arms up behind his head, arching his back a little to be met with a satisfying pop. If, when he glances behind him at the other Toad still sitting at the desk, he sees said Toad's eyes lingering a little low...well, he definitely won't mention it.

He looks up at the clock- a really cute boat shaped one gifted to him by the Sea Captain last Christmas. "It's definitely been a while. I can't believe it's 2 in the morning," he lets out a huff, crossing his arms and glaring at the clock like it was the reason so much time had passed, "do you think anyone is still out at this time? Or even awake?"

Ode pushes himself out of the chair as he stands with shaky legs. "Do you wish for the town to be awake?" He grips the top of the chair for some stability, sending the Professor a questioning gaze.

"Not what I meant. Let's just...leave, I suppose. Nothing left to get done, and fresh air will do me wonders, I'm sure." He stumbles a little on his way to the door, swinging it open with as much strength as he's bothered to muster.

Ode strides to the door in a much less embarrassing way than the Professor and stands beside him. "Are you sure you don't want the others to awaken? I would make that happen if you wanted it to be so..." The Professor shivers as the cool winter air blasts a chilling breeze over the two of them.

"You're being silly. Why would you wake people up just because I supposedly felt the need for more company?" He ignores the warm, grounding touch of a strong arm wrapping around his shoulders.

"Because it's you, Scholar. If you wish for the world, I would spend all my time and effort getting it for you." Ode's eyes could be lost in the Professor's own with how deeply they seem to peer into them, and the Professor has no other choice but to melt into the other's embrace or else he'd collapse right then and there.

"Don't...please...you can't say things like that, Captain."

Ode nudges him. "Scholar, do you not remember our deal?"

"Hm?" He wracks his tired brain for a few moments before his face lights up in realisation. "Oh, right!" He sighs dramatically, "I suppose I can't just call you Captain now that I know the top three reasons why you'll never be able to step foot in Shangri-Spa without losing said foot." The Professor giggles, "You're even more adventurous than I thought, Ode."

Ode's arm pulls him closer. "My name...how it sounds when you speak it is indescribable..." he gently traces patterns into the Professor's arm, the callouses at the tips of his fingers somehow feeling softer than anything the Professor's ever felt before despite their rough nature. If he wasn't so focused on Ode, he would have likely noticed the rustling of some nearby shrubbery.

"Loooook uppppp..." A third voice calls, so quiet it could be mistaken as the whistling of the wind. The Professor's head swings back and forth as he searches for the source.

"...did you hear that?" Ode shrugs.

"It may have been the wind." The Professor shakes his head, frowning at Ode.

"No, no, I'm sure I heard something...about looking up?" Low and behold, when he tilts his head up, there is a small green plant hanging delicately above them both. It sways with the breeze, and innocently faces the Professor as the realisation of its meaning appears on his face. "M-Mistletoe? When did that get here?"

"Mistletoe...what is so wrong with it being here?" The Professor turns to Ode, tugging at the end of his shirt nervously.

"Right, you probably don't know what that means, do you?" His shoulders slump, though he isn't too sure whether it's out of relief or disappointment. Ode is deep in thought for a few quiet moments, with the Professor's anxiety creeping up every second the other doesn't say anything.

"It has a tradition?" It's less of a question and more of a statement when it comes out, but the spirit of the inquiry is still there in his furrowed eyebrows and squinted eyes.

"Ah, well, I guess-" Ode steps a little closer, "I-It means that-" Two arms wrap around his waist. "When two people stand under mistletoe, they- w-what are you doing?" Ode pulls him closer so that their bodies are nearly touching. He leans forwards, and a shiver wracks the Professor's body at the feeling of lips pressed so closely to the shell of his ear.

"I am aware of the tradition, my Scholar..." Ode mumbles into his ear at a volume low enough that even if anyone was near they would be unable to listen in.

"Ode wha- mmph!" The speed at which Ode suddenly dips the Professor into a kiss is astounding, especially since he has to avoid the Professor's panicked flailing arms. It doesn't take too long, though, for him to relax into the lips pressed against his own and let his arms wrap around the other's neck. If the Professor lets out an embarrassing whimper when Ode kisses a little deeper, well, that'll just stay between the both of them.

They only pull away from each other when the sound of clapping and cheering grows closer to the house. "Woooo! You guys finally did it." The Professor scrambles away from Ode while wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, face equivalent to that of a tomato. "Nice moves, man. Really selling the whole cheesy rom com shtick, aren't ya? Hey- ow!"

"DJ! Have some manners, it's supposed to be a special moment...though it really did take way too long."

"Yeah, no need to hit me for it, Cap..." The DJ grumbles and rubs his cheek where the Sea Captain hit him.

"I barely touched you." He glares at the DJ.

"I know, how disappointing." He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively- a big mistake.

The Sea Captain turns to the two other Toads who had been standing there watching the ordeal, one still completely red faced. "Anyway, I'm so happy for you two,"

"Ow ow ow ow-"

"And I really hope this'll help you guys work out your feelings!"

"Mercy! Please, Cap!" Reluctantly, the Sea Captain lets go of the DJ, who he'd been twisting the arm of. "Note to self, never mess with this guy..." He sighs in relief, rubbing his poor arm. The Professor stares in disbelief.

"What is going on? Why are you here? This is all so confusing!" The Professor leans against Ode for support, the other wrapping his arm around him without question. The Sea Captain laughs nervously.

"You see, DJ over here," he digs his elbow into the Toad next to him, who shoves him lightly in response, "had the great idea to set you guys up. All his idea, don't blame me."

The DJ rolls his eyes behind his shades. "You agreed with me that they needed to get all their feelings out. Or make out." He pokes the Sea Captain, who sighs.

"Okay, I might have agreed to join his stupid plan, but someone has to be the responsible one!" The Sea Captain pokes the DJ in return.

"I assume it was you both who hung the plant above the doorway?" The Sea Captain nods enthusiastically, while the DJ points at the Toad next to him.

"Nah, that was all him, my man." The Sea Captain's cheeks turn a little pink at the accusation.

"W-What? No it wasn't, you were the one to bring the mistletoe!" He bites his lip, humiliation clear on his face. "You...you told me to put it there, DJ!"

The DJ laughs, gently patting the flustered Toad's head, something akin to fondness present on his face. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding! No need to get so worked up about it, Cap."

Ode watches this exchange, holding back a chuckle at the quite adorable 'friendship' between the younger Toads. He holds the Professor tighter against himself, and they both share a knowing look.

"You're the worst." The Sea Captain crosses his arms and turns away. The DJ mimics Ode's trick and pulls the other against his side, though more so to trap the Sea Captain rather than to cuddle close.

"Mhm. You love me, I can tell." The Sea Captain bumps his head against the DJ's shoulder, but he relaxes into the embrace anyway.

Ode turns to the Professor. "Maybe it is not just us who need to have a Christmas romance."

The Professor smiles, resting his head on Ode's shoulder as he watches the other two Toads bicker. "Maybe." He turns his head to be face to face with Ode. "We'll have to thank them for this. It's made today one to remember."

Ode plants a gentle kiss on the Professor's lips, much to the surprise of the Professor. "We're still under the mistletoe, remember?" He kisses the other once more.

"Ah, yes..." The lovesick expression on the Professor is very cute, in Ode's opinion. "But you're getting a bit greedy, don't you think?"

"Never." This time, the Professor initiates the kiss.

#profode #professor toad #captain t. ode #sea captain toad #dj toad #paper mario origami king #origami king #bassistfic #pmtok #paper mario the origami king

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