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dinodontwait · 4 months

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Lost but Found!

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x fem!reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers(?), forest au

Summary: Getting lost in the forest was not on your bucket list but who are you to complain if that means you get to spend time with one of the hottest guy you have ever met!

Warning: 18+, smut

Word Count: 1250

A/N: DON'T READ IF YOU AREN'T 18 AND ABOVE!

This is the first time I'm writing smut so please let me know if there are any mistakes!

The argument with my friends had started innocently enough, a spark that quickly ignited into a blazing fire. The flames of tension danced around our campsite, fueled by misunderstandings and pent-up emotions. As the voices rose, I found myself entangled in a web of conflicting opinions.

"I can't believe you would do this without consulting us," Emma's accusing tone sliced through the evening air, the warmth of the campfire unable to thaw the chill in her words.

Frustration welled up inside me. "We're a group, and decisions should be made together. I can't be expected to just go along with everything!"

Mia, always the peacemaker, tried to mediate. "Let's calm down and talk about this, guys. Yn, maybe we should've discussed the plans before."

But the tension was already palpable. I felt my patience slipping away, and my voice took on an edge. "Discuss? When have we ever had time to discuss anything? You two always make decisions, and the rest of us just follow!"

In the heat of the moment, I declared my intent to leave the campsite. The argument had reached a point of no return, and I stormed away, my footsteps carrying me into the heart of the forest, away from the echoing accusations and strained friendships.

Lost in my own thoughts, the forest's shadows seemed to consume me. With each step, I became more entangled in the labyrinth of trees and underbrush. Panic set in as I realized I had no idea where I was or how to find my way back.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a dusky hue over the woods, my phone's battery dwindled, exacerbating my isolation. That's when I heard the footsteps. The rustling leaves and snapping twigs alerted me to the presence of someone else. I spun around, heart racing, to see a tall figure emerging from the shadows. It was a young man, and the fading light revealed his face – a kind, reassuring smile softened his features.

"Hey, are you lost?" the guy asked, concern evident in his voice. "I heard you from a distance and thought you might need help. By the way, I am Wonwoo!"

Relieved but wary, I shared my predicament with Wonwoo after giving my introduction. "My friends and I got into this argument at the campsite. It just escalated, and I needed some space to clear my head. I decided to find my way back to civilization, but the forest is disorienting, and my phone has no signal."

Wonwoo's eyes reflected understanding. "I get it. Camping trips can be both exhilarating and challenging. It's easy for tensions to rise when everyone is under pressure."

I nodded, appreciating his empathy. "I thought I could find an exit, catch a bus, and leave this mess behind. But now, I'm lost, and it's getting dark."

Wonwoo gestured towards a path leading deeper into the woods. "Well, luckily for you, my grandparents' cabin is just up ahead. It's a peaceful place, and I think it might offer you the solace you're seeking."

Hesitation gnawed at me, but with no other options in sight, I decided to trust Wonwoo. The path unfolded before us, and as we ventured deeper into the woods, the towering trees formed a natural canopy, filtering the dimming sunlight.

Finally, we reached the clearing where the charming cabin stood. Soft lantern light spilled from the windows, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. The cabin itself seemed to blend seamlessly with nature, a testament to the craftsmanship of its construction.

Wonwoo unlocked the door, and the creaking hinges revealed a cozy interior. Wooden furnishings adorned the space, a crackling fireplace taking center stage. Plush chairs were adorned with warm blankets, and the flickering flames cast dancing shadows on the walls.

As I stepped inside, the rustic charm enveloped me, replacing the tension with a sense of tranquillity. "Thank you" I murmured, genuinely grateful for the unexpected refuge.

Wonwoo disappeared into the kitchen, returning with the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee. We settled by the fireplace, the warmth seeping into my bones as we sipped from the mugs.

As the fire crackled, I began recounting the events that led me to this point, from the brewing tension among friends to my impulsive decision to venture into the forest. Wonwoo listened attentively, offering a sympathetic ear that eased the weight on my shoulders.

"I visit this cabin once or twice a year," Wonwoo shared. "It's a family getaway, a place to reconnect with nature and find some peace. I never expected to bring someone here under such circumstances, but I'm glad I could help."

The night air on the balcony held a gentle breeze, and the subtle rustling of leaves contributed to the enchanting melody of the forest. Wonwoo and I settled into the comfortable wooden chairs, the moon casting a soft glow upon the world around us. Laughter and shared stories painted the atmosphere with warmth.

As we spoke, the connection between us deepened, the barriers of unfamiliarity breaking down with each passing moment. Wonwoo's eyes sparkled in the moonlight, his laughter resonating with a sincerity that stirred something within me.

A distant growl rumbled through the forest, interrupting our conversation. Startled, I instinctively clutched onto Wonwoo, the abrupt sound sending shivers down my spine. "What was that?" I asked, a mixture of fear and excitement lingering in my voice.

Wonwoo's laughter echoed, a soothing and melodic response to my unease. "Just a forest dweller claiming its territory. They're more afraid of us than we are of them. You're safe with me."

Embarrassed by my reaction, I offered a sheepish smile. "I guess I'm not as brave as I thought."

"No need to be brave when you have someone to lean on," Wonwoo replied, his words carrying a subtle invitation. He took my hand gently, intertwining our fingers.

The atmosphere shifted, a shared understanding passing between us. The night embraced us in its quiet intimacy, the balcony becoming a haven for connection. The moonlight illuminated the vulnerability in Wonwoo's eyes, and I felt a magnetic pull drawing me closer.

Wonwoo's thumb traced soothing circles on the back of my hand, and without exchanging words, the air crackled with anticipation. In that quiet moment, he cupped my face, his eyes searching mine for consent.

"You don't have to be alone in the forest, Yn," he whispered, his voice a gentle promise.

A profound understanding passed between us, and as our lips met in a deep, lingering kiss, the world around us disappeared. I don’t know how we ended up on his bed naked!

He grinned that cocky grin and pushed himself inside me, achingly slowly.

I hissed in relief at the delicious pressure. He pulled out and slid back in again, just as slowly. It felt so good, yet not enough.

"This is torture."

"I know. That's why I'm doing it." He slid into me one more time, possibly even slower than before.

I couldn't take it and glared at him. "Fuck me like you mean it."

He took the bait. His gaze as he looked down at me was hungry. He lifted my ankles onto his shoulders and rose to his knees. He held my hips as he thrust, keeping me where he wanted me as he fucked. It felt divine.

"My god, Wonwoo, don't stop." I am past the point of any self control.

"Shit. Say that again." He didn't pause his steady rhythm, pumping in and out.

"Don't stop?"

"Say my name."

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kai-anderson-whore · 10 months

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Hi!!! Could you do an imagine where y/n is the first serious girlfriend he’s had since Emma so she’s insecure and she gets hate because she’s a good bit younger and has to deal with the fact Evan and Emma still work together on AHS so their fans still want them together. Lots of fluff with a touch of smut? Thanks!!!

Insecure of the ex (Evan peters x fem reader slight smut)

Warnings: hate comments, doubting a relationship, being compared to an ex, smut, heavy kissing, p in v sex nothing too major, fluff

Word count: 1,4k

A/n: in my flop era xoxox

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The dim light lit up the room the coffee cup in your hand, your phone in the other. Evan your boyfriend of two years sat on the other side on the room watching tv. You had just posted a picture of you both on instagram it was a picture one of your friends took when out for dinner you were cuddling into Evan, his lips on your head hugging you close with the caption "here's to two whole years with you my love, and many more 💕💕".

You loved the picture one of your favourites. You received nice comments from your close friends and family congratulating you both on the milestone. But you couldn't help but notice the negative comments. "They won't last any longer", "I miss Emma", "he's probably going to go back with Emma", "she's so much more younger than him probably only with him for the money", "god I hate her #evan&emma". You knew you shouldn't have let it bother you but it did.

Sure you were a couple of years younger than Evan five years to be precise but you weren't with him for his money. You loved Evan you both met at a convention and hit it off from then on sure it wasn't too long after his split from Emma roberts. He still worked closely with her in ahs which did make you feel unsettled but you learned to get on with it since Evan loved working on the show despite his ex girlfriend being there too.

But the comments on each post didn't stop you from getting into your head. You wondered why he was with you, was he just using you to get over Emma and you were just sticking around to something that means nothing to him. You didn't know. Every time Evan was filming for ahs you knew Emma would be there and with their history you didn't know if there was still feelings or not between them. Their fan ship them more than you and Evan it was just something you learned to become accustomed with.

You glanced over at Evan his eyes focused on the screen in front of him. "What time is it?"you asked you already knew the time it was past midnight already but you wanted him to notice. "Twelve fifteen- oh happy anniversary babe" he says after pulling out his phone getting off his seat giving you a kiss on the lips. But you couldn't help but feel hurt at the fact you had to tell him.

"What's this?" Evan asked his eyes glued to your phone. 'Shit' you thought you forgot to lock out phone so he wouldn't see all the comments. "It's nothing Evan really" you tried to dismiss but Evan wasn't having it. "Come on let's see the post it's obviously us" he smiled taking your phone from your hand his smile grew at the picture remembering the day clearly.

With a short scroll of his thumb his boyish smile dropped seeing all the horrible hate comments you were receiving for the first time. Evan's brows scrunched in confusion reading all the comments. "How long has this been going on for?" He asked the tears pricked your eyes uncontrollably you felt like you couldn't breathe.

"Almost the whole of our relationship, I delete the comments so no one can see but there's so many of them" you started to sob. "Sometimes I think they're right what do you see in me Evan, they're obsessed with you and Emma I can never compare to her" you started to sob. Evan just placed your phone down engulfing you in his arms.

He smelled of your favourite cologne hints of wood, tobacco and citrus notes it was all so comforting to you. Your tears staining his white t-shirt but Evan didn't care about that all he cared was making you feel better and putting a stop to these comments. "Listen to me" he started cupping your chin so you can meet the gaze of his brown eyes.

"They might be obsessed with me and Emma and can't get it in their heads we're history. But I'm obsessed with you okay your the best thing that's happened to me what I see in you is a beautiful, smart, independent woman who loves me just as much as I love her and no dumb comments will change that you can't compare to Emma because your better and I mean that". His words made you cry more but a smile crept on your lips which Evan didn't hesitate to kiss.

"I love you so much Evan I'm sorry for-" you tried apologised which Evan placed his index finger to your lips shushing you. "Don't apologise you have nothing to be sorry for it's natural to get upset and let these comments get to your head and I know me working with Emma still isn't necessarily helping but your the only one for me". you could see the hurt in his eyes Evan hated seeing you upset. Nodding your head you whisper a small "I'll stop apologising" to him before burying yourself back into his arms.

"I'll put a stop to these comments I'll log back into my instagram account and say something I promise" he added kissing the top of your head. You still felt shitty these comments really have took it's toll on you. "Hey look at me" you looked up at Evan again who placed a kiss on your lips, "I - promise- I'll- sort- this" he said in between kisses. His lips continued to kiss you your hands roamed his hair. His body pushing you further down on the couch slotting himself between your legs.

A giggle escaped your lips Evan took those thoughts away a smile once again invaded your lips, "there's that beautiful smile" he sighed happily. His lips peppered themselves along your neck, your head moved to the side slightly giving him more access to you. "Happy anniversary babe" he mumbles against the hot skin of your neck. "Happy anniversary" you sigh in satisfaction completely forgetting about those comments you knew they shouldn't matter all that matters is you and Evan.

His hand roamed your body slipping under your sweater feeling every curve. His lips continued its work along your neck and collarbones. "Evan" you hummed desperately, Evan knew what you wanted and wasted no time in giving you it helping you out your sweater and sweatpants leaving you in just your undergarments. Evan then proceeded to remove the remaining articles of clothing from his body, you took the time on getting completely bare for him showing him every curve and shadow of your body.

"How did I get so Lucky with you" he smiles his eyes drinking all your beauty before him. He slotted himself back between your legs your arms wrapped around his neck, your legs hooking along his waist. Evan gave himself a few tugs before lining himself up with your entrance. Your body quivered as he started pushing into you slowly.

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as evan thrusted into you in a slow passionate way. Your arms still wrapped around his neck bringing him down to meet your lips. Your lips moved in sync swallowing each others moans. Wanting to be more closer to him if that was even physically possible. “I love you so much” he whispered against your swollen lips bringing his back upon your own.

Soon enough you felt that knot form within you. Evan picked up the pace a little more bringing you closer to the edge. Your moans got louder as you came undone beneath Evan. He stopped for a moment drinking you in a smile forming on his lips, “god you so beautiful” he thought out loud coming down from your high Evan started to chase his own high coming undone on top of you.

You both felt limp laying on the couch not saying anything just trying to collect yourselves. Evan had his arm slung over your frame a small smile on your lips completely forgetting about the comments. “I’ll sort all that out I promise” he broke the silence nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck placing a lazy kiss there. “I know thank you Evan” you sighed tracing your fingertips along his back.

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 3 months

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The Dangers of Hope Ch. 8

Series Summary: When Y/N shows up at Camp Chitaqua with her little girl in tow, her bloodshot eyes leave no doubt that she's infected. Or is she? Everything Dean has come to know for certain over the last five hellish years, is about to be challenged.

Pairings/Characters in the series: Endverse!Dean x Reader, Emma (OFC), Castiel, Sam Winchester, Lucifer, Michael, Zachariah, Risa, Johnston (OMC), Patrick (OMC), Theresa (OFC), other survivors and soldiers.

Series Explicit 18 +/Warnings: Show level violence, some gore, angst, smut, fluff all the usual for a series of mine. ❤️ Endverse!Dean (that's a warning for his anger and callousness as well as his extreme hotness. 😁) Each chapter will have their own specific warnings.

Chapter Warnings: Angst, fluff, some smut.

Word Count: 6,667

A/N: So, I've had this idea for quite a while. Basically since I watched The Last of Us. I loved Pedro in the role of Joel, but I kept thinking how incredible Jensen would have been. Which then made me think of how amazing he was as Endverse!Dean which then led me to this idea. Lol! I've stolen the premise of Ellie's storyline from TLOU, but made her a grown up, a reader insert, and a love interest for Dean.

If you've never seen TLOU, don't worry - you don't need to have seen it to understand this story. 😊

I've taken some liberties with the Endverse in my story, changed a few things from canon, but kept lots of things too.

I sincerely hope you enjoy the story. It will be ten chapters and I will do my very best to post one chapter every weekend. ❤️

A/N 2: As I said in a previous post, this chapter just kicked my ass. I hope after battling with it for so long, you find it worth it. 😊

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Y/N and Dean followed Cas into the tent, curiosity hurrying their step. When they entered, Y/N went to sit beside Emma on her cot and smoothed back her daughter’s messy hair. “You were supposed to be sleeping.” She said, her tone scolding.

Emma just shrugged and Y/N rolled her eyes. Dean added some wood to the stove to warm up the tent a bit more before coming back to where Cas stood impatiently. Dean crossed his arms over his chest and lifted a hand towards Cas.

“Okay, Cas, what do you know?”

Cas opened his mouth to speak but then looked down at Emma. “Perhaps…perhaps the child should be removed.”

Y/N felt Emma tense next to her, but before she could say anything, Dean leaned down to scoop Emma into his arms, settling her against his left side.

“No, she’s fine.” He kissed the top of Emma’s head. “Right kiddo?” Emma nodded and beamed up at Dean before she tucked her head under his chin and snuggled into his chest.

Y/N felt like her heart might burst with happiness and warmth as she saw the evidence of the deep connection that had been forged between Dean and Emma. She was so distracted by the sweet moment that it took her a second to realize Cas was speaking to her.

She looked over at him and shook her head. “Sorry, Cas, what did you say?”

The angel sighed heavily, and repeated himself. “I asked you how old you are.”

Thrown a bit by the question, Y/N frowned. Cas thought he understood her reluctance and tried to address it. “I realize that it's a generally accepted practice to never ask a woman her age but this is important.”

Y/N chuckled and shook her head. “No, it’s fine, Cas. I’m twenty-eight.”

The angel’s eyes lit up. “What month and year were you born?”

“Um, March 1986. Why?”

Cas clapped his hands together once. “I knew it!”

Dean seemed as confused as she was. “Cas, man, what are you talking-”

“When did Azazel die?”

Dean pulled up short as Cas interrupted him and then he was clearly wracking his memory. “Uh…I think 2006 or - no,” he corrected himself, “no, it was 2007. May 2007.”

Cas looked back to Y/N. “And how old were you in May 2007?”

She tried to do the math quickly, but Dean answered for her.

“Twenty-one.” His voice was almost a whisper and it sounded full of awe. “You were twenty-one.”

Y/N stood up from the cot, tired of craning her neck to look up at the two tall men. She shoved her hands into her jacket pockets and shrugged. “Yeah, that seems right. Why?”

Dean and Cas exchanged a look and then the angel’s handsome face split into another rare smile and Dean followed very quickly - a bright beautiful smile spreading across his face. It didn’t matter that Y/N had no idea what they were so excited about - Dean’s pure, unfiltered smile was like sunshine and it warmed her just as much. She couldn’t help but smile back.

Dean looked down at her, his expression full of wonder before nodding and looking back at Cas. “Yes. She was twenty-one when Yellow-Eyes died. That’s why the psychic connection was never triggered between them. By the time she turned twenty-two, he was already dead.”

Cas was nodding. “So, she has the blood in her system, hence the immunity, but -”

“None of those pesky psychic side effects.” Dean finished.

Y/N put up her hands. “Okay, you both have to stop speaking in riddles and explain what the hell you’re talking about.”

Dean shifted Emma to his other arm, so he could face Y/N easier. “The demon gave you his blood; we know that for sure because you're immune to the bite you got, and there’s no other way that could be true. But every other person I've seen with the blood in their system started getting various kinds of psychic powers as soon as they turned twenty-two. But,” he pointed at Y/N, “you don't have them.”

He smiled at Cas. “And now we know why.”

He looked back at Y/N and his face was the happiest she'd ever seen it as he continued explaining. “Because by the time you turned twenty-two, the demon was already dead. So the psychic connection couldn't be made between the two of you.”

He was beaming at her, and Y/N smiled back, but she was slightly confused by his joy. She shrugged. “Well, that's…good.”

Dean shook his head. “It's so much more than good, sweetheart.” His voice dropped to a whisper of awe. “It's a cure.”

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. “What?”

Cas moved closer. “Don't you see? The antibodies in your blood, they can be used to create a vaccine. And now that we know there's no inherent, potentially evil, psychic powers associated with the blood itself, there's nothing stopping us from trying to make one.”

Y/N felt an incredible sense of surreality fall over her, like she was suddenly in a very vivid dream.

A cure.

A cure for the world.

Inside of her.

It suddenly felt very hard for her to breathe, like she might just float away.

But then Dean's big hand was on her cheek, pulling her back to reality, grounding her with his warmth and the light in his emerald eyes.

“This is incredible, sweetheart. But it’ll be a process, probably a very long one. So, don't let it overwhelm you right now. Small steps, remember? Small things will add up to big wins, right?”

Y/N was so grateful for his steady calm and strength. She nodded as tears filled her eyes and she closed them, leaning into his palm.

“What's wrong, Mommy. Why are you crying?” Emma's little voice sounded slightly worried and Y/N popped open her eyes to see Dean kiss her forehead.

“Nothing's wrong kiddo. Mommy's just happy.”

Y/N nodded in reassurance, smiling brightly to put her daughter's mind at ease. “Yeah, baby. These are just happy tears.”

Emma seemed satisfied and smiled back.

Cas spoke again, his deep voice rumbling through the tent. “You know Y/N, it’s also unlikely that the responsibility will fall solely on you.”

Y/N and Dean looked at Cas questioningly as the angel explained.

“Well, Azazel never turned just one child at a time. He spoke of generations, didn’t he? So, there would be Sam’s generation, born in eighty-three, and now we know Y/N’s generation born in eighty-six. There may have been others. We don’t know when he stopped creating his psychic kids. So any kid he visited after nineteen eighty-six would have the blood with no psychic connection.”

He shrugged. “So, we could be talking about dozens of immune people, potentially more, depending on when he stopped. There may be many people out there that are just like you, Y/N.”

Dean pulled Y/N into his side and shook his head. “No, there’s no one like Y/N.”

Cas seemed confused for a moment as though they simply hadn’t understood what he said. But Dean just shook his head again. “It’s okay, buddy. You’re right. We’ll have to try and figure out his system, how he did things, how and why he chose the kids he did. That’s gonna be a lot to try and search out. We should start figuring out how to go about researching with our very limited resources.”

Cas looked like he thought of something, opening his mouth to speak. But then he stopped himself and just nodded. “Yes, research.”

The three of them talked for a long time, going over thoughts and theories without coming to any firm conclusions.

Finally Emma let out a loud yawn, and Y/N wrapped her arm around Dean’s waist. “But Dean’s right. We’re not going to figure everything out right now. Small steps. We’re all snowed in here for a couple of months now, right? So, we can take that time to try and come up with a game plan for spring.”

The men both nodded and Cas moved towards the exit, but Dean called him back. “Wait, Cas.”

When the angel turned back to him, Dean took two long strides towards him and then pulled him into a one armed hug, trying not to bounce Emma too much as he was pounding him on the back.

“Thanks, man.” He said, his voice slightly rough. “For everything. And for…not giving up.”

The angel was obviously awkward with the show of affection, and just patted Dean on the shoulder. He was looking down at the ground as he answered him. “Actually, I gave up many times. I just couldn’t manage to stay given up.” He said with a shrug.

Dean chuckled. “Well, then thanks for not staying there.”

The angel nodded and left the tent.

Silence reigned for a moment before Y/N took a deep breath and then turned to her daughter. “Okay, baby, I think it’s time for you to actually go to sleep now.” She admonished her with a smile.

Emma pouted slightly, but then giggled as Dean tossed her gently into the air, and then swung her downward to let her feet touch the floor. He held the back of her head in his big hand as he kissed the top.

“Goodnight, kiddo.” He looked at Y/N. “You’re low on firewood, I’m gonna grab you some more.”

As Dean went out into the dark, Y/N tucked Emma back under her thick blankets. She leaned forward to kiss her cheek, and Emma's expression turned curious.

“Mommy, are you going to marry Dean?”

Y/N felt her jaw drop. “What?”

“Are you going to marry him now?”

Y/N shook her head. “Where is this coming from? Why are you asking?”

Emma shrugged her thin shoulders. “In the fairytales, after they kiss, they get married.”

Y/N just chuckled. “I don’t know baby, it’s way too early to think about that.”

Emma’s brow furrowed in confusion. “It’s nighttime.”

Y/N laughed happily. “Yes, it is.”

Emma’s expression cleared and she smiled shyly. “I like him.” She nodded as though confirming her own words. “Lots.”

Y/N booped her nose. “I like him lots too, baby.”

In fact, I’m madly in love with him. She admitted to herself and the feeling warmed her.

She’d known it for quite a while, and in fact she wondered whether she’d actually fallen in love with him when she was sixteen years old and he came to save her from the dark. It was entirely possible. But either way, she was completely in love with him now.

But she didn’t say any more to Emma, telling her goodnight one more time and then moving slowly around the tent, putting things away and straightening up the small space.

As she tidied, she worked to process everything, all the incredible information that had been relayed to her so quickly tonight. But the long term effects of Cas’ revelation made too many emotions and thoughts swirl around in her mind. It was a bit too much to contemplate at the moment, so she pushed it aside.

Instead she let her mind drift back to the memory of Dean’s kisses, before Cas had shown up. The way his lips had felt as they moved against her skin was lodged firmly in her memory and it made her sigh.

Her mind slid back to the way he’d touched her, the way his deft fingers had played her like an instrument. The memory of him pushing into her body, of how he’d so easily plucked pleasure from deep inside of her, had her biting her lip as wetness flooded her again.

Her excited reverie of Dean was interrupted as the man himself came back inside with an armful of firewood. He walked towards her, stopping short when he saw her heated expression as she looked up at him. A slow, knowing smile crossed his face.

“Penny for your thoughts, sweetheart.” He said. “Or, let me guess.” He moved to the box beside the stove and unloaded the wood before turning back to her and pulling her into his embrace.

His voice dropped low and quiet as he spoke into her ear. “Thinking about our time outside the tent?”

Y/N nodded, and then dropped her hand between their bodies to cup the slight bulge behind his zipper. “Yeah, I’m very sorry we got interrupted.” She whispered back. “I guess I owe you one.”

Dean growled quietly and she chuckled. He kissed her lightly, his lingering lips telling her that he wanted so much more. But he pulled back.

“Looking forward to it.” He said with a smirk. Then he sighed. “But for now, I should head back to my tent and let you get to sleep.” His voice and his expression were full of regret.

Y/N nodded and then shrugged. “Or…”

She thought of Emma asking about kissing and marriage and realized that they clearly weren’t actually hiding much from her. So she decided to just go for it.

“Or, you could stay the night here.”

She was quick to elaborate her offer when Dean’s eyes got wide. “I mean, we’d just be sleeping. But it would be nice to…” She dropped her gaze to the ground. “It would be nice to wake up with you.”

Dean nodded and lifted her chin with his forefinger so he could smile at her. “Yeah, it would.” He kissed her again softly and then glanced at the narrow cot. “Gonna be a tight fit.”

Y/N laughed and then pressed tight against him. “Well, guess we’ll just have to snuggle a bit then.”

Dean moaned softly. “Not sure if that’s an offer of heaven or hell.”

Y/N smiled wickedly. “Probably a bit of both.”

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As winter settled heavily onto the camp and the snow grew higher everywhere, rotating groups of ten to twelve people per week were tasked with making sure the snow was shoveled from pathways and piled up safely and effectively against the tents to act as another layer of insulation from the wind.

The food boxes Brandy had suggested were a big hit; everyone already had to deal with freezing trips to the outhouses, so limiting more outside time was greatly appreciated.

For the most part people hunkered down in their tents, but there was one thing that brought folks out - The Mid-Winter Feast, as Y/N had dubbed it. She’d decided that before they had to fight through January, and most of February, always the harshest part of winter, they should have a little celebration of their community.

So, she’d asked Monique, Brandy and a few other interested campers to meet her at the main cabin, with the electrical heat turned on for an hour or so a day, so they could plan. In the beginning, they’d just been planning a small dinner - just people bringing some rations together to enjoy as a group. But as more people became involved, the celebration expanded.

The camp hunters offered to go out into the very cold surrounding forest and hunt down some kind of fresh meat. After a few days of hunting they returned with a half dozen rabbits, two geese and a young buck. So, there would be lots of rabbit stew, a couple roast geese and salted venison for the feast, with a bunch of leftovers too.

The elderly quilt-maker, Hannah, spent an afternoon giving a lesson to the kids (and a few adults as well) teaching them how to make small bannocks over the fire, which were then donated to the feast. All the campers also each donated two days worth of their vegetable rations so that everyone could have a feast of mashed potatoes, green beans and corn.

The camp builders chopped down a tree and brought it into the big cabin. It would eventually be firewood, but for now it was the star of the show. Y/N had the schoolkids take labels off of empty tin cans and fold them into stars as decorations for the tree, while the builders took the empty tin cans themselves, and cut them into wintery shapes like snowmen, sleds, and mittens. The metal was a bit dull, but it still added some shine to the tree when they were hung there.

When Y/N read to the kids in the cabin at the end of the week, parents and non-parents alike came in to listen to the stories while they stood at the tables and folded evergreen branches into boughs and wreaths.

Everyone pitched in, and soon the cabin looked incredible, draped in green and other bright colors.

The actual day of the feast was busy and happy. The rabbit stew was made in a big pot over a huge outdoor fire where the geese were also roasted, and soon the whole camp smelled like sizzling, delicious food.

Everyone carted chairs from their tents to the big cabin, trying to jam them all in. The grownups all managed to sit at the big tables lined up around the room, even though everyone was pressed in tight beside each other. But the kids table ended up being the floor at the base of the tree. But the kids sure didn’t seem to mind; they kept forgetting to eat while they chattered with each other loudly and looked up at the decorated tree with wide and wondering eyes.

Brandy and Y/N made sure that baskets of food were made up and taken out to the soldiers who were at their outposts making sure the camp stayed safe while everyone celebrated.

It was a truly incredible day, and when dinner was finished, and the food packed away safely, they all stayed in the cabin a few more hours, playing simple games like simon says or charades, or talking and laughing together, and just generally enjoying the company of other people before the cold mostly bound everyone to their tent for the next couple of months.

As the evening ended and people began heading for their tents, happily full and tired, Dean came back into the cabin, having gone out a bit earlier to check on his soldiers. He walked up to where Y/N sat with a sleeping Emma on her lap.

He smiled at them as he approached and in that moment Y/N felt a peace flood through her that she hadn’t felt in a very long time. Obviously the world was still dangerous, and they still had so far to go before they were safe, but in that moment she felt completely happy.

When Dean got to them, he reached down to lift Emma out of Y/N’s lap and hold her in one arm, so he could reach his other hand out to Y/N. She clasped it tightly and they walked slowly back to their now shared tent.

As they walked along they could hear people calling out goodbyes to each other, as well as a continued murmur of conversations through the paths of tents. There was a sense of peace and happiness hanging over the whole camp.

Dean stopped in the middle of the path back to their red tent and turned to look down at Y/N. His face seemed awestruck and he shook his head.

“Last winter we all had to huddle in the cabin just to stay alive, and this year we were all crowded in there again, but this time we were actually living. People used to walk around the camp nervous every time I passed by. But now they smile.” He bent his head to press a soft kiss to Y/N’s lips. “You’ve changed everything, sweetheart.”

Y/N blushed. “That isn’t because of me. The winter just hasn’t gotten too brutal yet this year, and everyone helped out with the feast. And if people are less nervous around you, that’s obviously because of you, not me.”

But Dean just shook his head. “No…it’s you.”

***

Six weeks later

“What are we doing here?” Y/N asked with a laugh as Dean finally let her open her eyes and she saw he'd led her to the garage.

Dean was smiling at her. “I wanted to show you something.”

He took her hand and led her around the side of the garage. As they came upon the black Impala that sat beside the building towards the back, Y/N gasped. Snow had been cleared away all around it, and the weeds and grasses that had overrun it had been pulled up. There was still some rust on the doors and the tires were still flat, but the cracked windshield had been replaced and it looked much spiffier than it had before.

The big, black beauty looked like she knew she was getting love again.

She looked at Dean as he brought her closer. “You've been working on her.”

Dean looked a bit sheepish. “Yeah, just when I had a bit of spare time, so there's still lots to do. She still doesn’t have an engine, but I put in a new battery that lets me do this.“

He brought her to the driver's side door and opened it with a heavy creak. He pulled a set of keys out of his pocket, the moonlight glinting off the silver keychain. Then he leaned inside and pushed them into the ignition, turning them so that heat and radio turned on. Of course the radio had nothing but static, so Dean quickly turned it off.

Dean closed the front door to open the back and lifted a hand, inviting her to precede him into the back seat. She climbed into the soft leather seat, Dean following behind her. She could see the inside had been lovingly cleaned and restored.

“This is amazing!” Y/N said enthusiastically, her hand running over the buttery leather of the seat.

Dean nodded, looking around. “Yeah, gotta a lot of work left, obviously. But…”

He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply as he took off his jacket. “It's good to be back with her.”

He caught Y/N's eye and his expression became teasing.

“Now let me show you the new feature I installed.” He reached past her shoulder where a thin blanket hung; it was more like a small sheet. He pulled it across the two passenger side windows and then did the same on the driver side. He leaned over the front seat and tucked the ends of the sheet into the visors in the front, effectively closing off the interior of the car, with only a thin strip of the windshield left uncovered.

Y/N laughed as he sat back down beside her. He raised a finger. “And my very favorite feature is this one.” He reached forward again and pushed down the door locks on the front doors before doing the same in the back.

He moaned softly as he leaned back into the seat. “Privacy, blessed privacy at last.”

Y/N was smiling wide as he looked over at her. The heat in his gaze made her blush and duck her head; his need was so raw and blatant it made her stomach clench and wetness pool at her core.

The last six weeks had indeed been both heaven and hell. It had been too cold to go outside very often, so they were mostly left inside the tent, where their touching and kissing was very limited. Stolen moments here and there were simply, not nearly enough.

So to finally be somewhere they could be together, privately with a lock on the door…

Y/N bit her lip. “You said you asked Monique to watch Emma?” Dean nodded. “For how long?”

“Hours. At least. There was talk of a sleepover.” He answered roughly.

Y/N felt her heart beat double time as she watched Dean. The set of his jaw was harsh as he leaned over to pull her easily into his lap so she straddled him. Y/N braced herself against his wide shoulders as he reached up to suck on her pulse point.

He pushed her jacket off of her shoulders and then shoved up her t-shirt so he could cup her breasts through her bra. His voice was a rattling groan.

“Ah, fuck sweetheart, you’re so goddamn perfect.” He murmured as he laid nibbling kisses along the tops of her breasts. Y/N was quickly overwhelmed with her need for him, but she tried to find her breath and form thoughts, so she could tell him something.

But then he thoroughly distracted her as he pushed the cups of her bra up, freeing her breasts so he could push them together and bury his face in the cleavage. He licked and sucked at her skin, teeth scraping and biting as his big hands squeezed one breast and then the other. Y/N lost her thoughts completely as he reached between her legs and pushed at the soft material of her sweats and leggings, pressing them against her soaked core.

He pushed his hand under her waistband, not stopping until he buried his fingers deep inside her. His invasion was so sudden and forceful Y/N cried out loudly as her walls clenched tightly around his thick fingers.

He grunted against her lips before biting her bottom one and tugging on it. Y/N let out a gasp and ground down against his hand. Dean swore and pumped his fingers into her faster and rougher, adding a third and stretching her. The mostly pleasurable sting of the stretch reminded her of what she wanted to tell him and she laid a hand on his wrist where it disappeared into her pants.

“I have…have to tell you something.”

Dean stilled the movements of his hand, but kept licking and nibbling on her breasts. “What?” He asked in a rough voice.

“I um…I think I might…” He sucked hard on her nipple and she ground down against his hand again. He resumed his movements, pumping in and out of her fast and hard. He found her sweet spot and pressed against it, making her fall forward onto him, burying her face in the side of his neck and rambling out the end of her sentence.

“I think I might suck at this.”

Dean stopped moving all together and his breath left him in a whoosh as he pulled back from Y/N and pushed against her shoulder so he could look her in the eye. His brow was furrowed in complete confusion.

“What?” He asked, his breathing rough.

Y/N was embarrassed. “Nevermind, it’s stupid.” She reached for his mouth, but Dean turned away and shook his head.

“No, explain what you mean.” He said as he pulled his fingers out of her body. Y/N groaned.

“No, I don’t want you to stop.” She pulled his hand back so he was cupping her wet heat through her clothes. “Please don’t stop. I just…wanted to, I don’t know, warn you I guess.”

She shrugged. “So you could limit your expectations.”

Dean was staring at her and his expression was incredulous. “Why on earth would you think that? What would make you believe that?”

Y/N shrugged again, embarrassed and wishing more than anything that she had just kept quiet. “It’s just…well, it’s been a long time.” Her face was bright red. “I mean, I haven’t exactly been dating. The last guy I was with was Emma’s father and….”

She swallowed thickly. “...and he was also my first, so…I have, I mean I don’t have a lot of experience. And I got the feeling that…well that he didn’t really like what I was doing.”

She couldn’t look at Dean as she spoke, staring at his neck instead. But Dean called her name softly and she slowly looked back up at him. In contrast to his gentle voice, his expression was fierce, and his eyes were blazing.

“Listen to me carefully. There is no possible way for you to be bad at this.” Y/N opened her mouth to argue, but Dean pressed a finger to her lips. “No. There’s no argument to be had here. The facts are simple, you are stunningly beautiful, sexy as hell, and you make my whole fucking body hard.”

She rolled her hips against him with a slight smile and he groaned.

“God damn woman, I’ve wanted you since that first day I took you to the river and you came out screeching and covered in leeches.” He grinned.

Y/N batted his arm. “You weren’t supposed to be looking.”

His grin turned wolfish as he pulled her t-shirt off completely and unhooked her bra to toss it into the front seat. “Well, I was. And what I was looking at hasn’t left my mind since.”

He trailed the calloused pads of his fingers down the soft sides of her breasts. “You’re so perfect, Y/N and I want you so much. The way you respond to my touch,” he tweaked her nipple and she gasped, “it’s what I dream about. And I can’t get the taste of you off my tongue.”

He wrapped one hand around the back of her neck, pulling her mouth down to him, and sucking her tongue into his mouth. He trailed kisses down her neck, inhaling deeply. “And fuck, when you’re not near me, I can still smell your scent on my clothes. And I get so hard thinking about you that it actually hurts.”

He pressed her hand against his straining cock and Y/N whimpered slightly. She caught his gaze as she reached for his zipper and he nodded, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as she reached into his pants to caress him. Holding his breath, Dean lifted his hips so he could push down his jeans and underwear, giving her complete access to him.

She held him in her fist tentatively. “Can I…um…”

Dean responded to her truncated sentence quickly. “Yes. Whatever you were going to ask, the answer is yes.” She squeezed him slightly and he groaned harshly. “Yes, please.” He added in a harsh whisper.

Feeling bold and confident now, she slipped down to the floor, her knees scraping against the rough floor mat beneath her. She began placing kisses up and down his rock hard shaft. Then she licked the slit at the tip of his cock before taking the whole head of his dick into her mouth and sucking hard. Dean slammed his head back against the seat and pushed his fingers into her hair, guiding her head as she bobbed up and down.

She pushed as far as she could, until he was at the back of her throat. Then she pulled off him with a gasp, but went right back, getting him further down her throat the second time, and working the base of his cock with a tight fist. Drool and cum dripped down his shaft, lubricating him, and she used it as she pumped him.

Finally Dean tugged on her hair gently and shook his head. “Fuck, Y/N, you gotta stop, sweetheart. I'm gonna come, and I've waited way too long for the chance to be inside you, to move in you and feel your tight, sweet pussy clench around me, feel it pull me into your heat.”

Y/N moaned at his incredibly hot words, and came off of his cock with a pop. Dean helped her up from the floorboards and when she was mostly upright, he yanked down her pants and underwear. They got caught up in her boots and she stumbled back onto Dean’s lap, laughing, her feet tied together. But she was too impatient to try and get her boots unlaced and off, so she just left them. But she tugged his t-shirt up and off of him, kissing a path across his chest.

She held the base of his cock steady as she rose to her knees and lined him up at her entrance. Both of them groaned in unison as she sank down on him slowly. He was so big it made Y/N bite her lip as he stretched her with the same slight sting she’d felt on his fingers. But it was so worth it; the way he filled her so completely made her breathing extremely harsh as she began to rock against him.

Dean pulled her back down to his mouth so he could kiss all the air out of her lungs as she rode him. He slipped one hand down between their bodies and pressed his thumb against her clit, making her gasp and dig her nails into his shoulders as she held on tightly.

The coil in her lower abdomen was getting tighter and tighter as he pressed so perfectly against her. Finally he pulled her nipple into his mouth again, sucking hard and Y/N tumbled wildly over the edge. She slammed her hips up and down on him as she rode out the climax.

Dean pulled away from her breast and grabbed onto her hips, taking over their rhythm, lifting her up and slamming her down against him as she faltered and fell onto his chest. He wrapped an arm around her waist, jackhammering into her tight sheath, and once again swirled his middle finger around her sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Come on, sweetheart. I wanna feel you clutch me tight one more time, just one more.”

Y/N’s head spun with pleasure and she sat up and then leaned back, resting her hands behind her on his thighs. The new angle had him hitting her sweet spot with every thrust. It didn’t take long to send her spinning into another climax; this time when she fell, Dean fell with her, bending forward to nip and lick at the valley between her breasts as he bucked up into her, spending every drop of himself.

Finally he rested his forehead against her sternum and just breathed hot and panting against her damp skin. There was no need for the curtains now, every window was covered in condensation and impossible to see through.

Slowly their breathing returned to normal and Dean wrapped them both up in his jacket. The heat in the car was on, but it was still just late February, and the air was cold on their overheated skin.

They shifted slightly so that Dean was leaning back in the seat and Y/N rested against his chest. She loved the feel of him inside her, even soft, and she wasn’t ready to give it up yet. Dean pushed her hair back from her temple and kissed her there. His breathing was still a bit rough as he spoke.

“Would you care to tell me again how you think you’re bad at this?” Y/N chuckled and Dean shook his head. “Guy was a fucking idiot, obviously.”

Y/N just nodded. After a moment, Dean kissed her forehead. “What happened there, with him? Emma’s father, I mean. Where is he now?”

Y/N sat up slightly and shook her head. “I have no idea. He was gone long before the world ended. Pretty much as soon as the stick turned pink.”

Dean kissed her softly. “Asshole.” He said simply and Y/N nodded again, smiling and laying back against Dean’s chest.

They dozed there gently for a while until there was suddenly a light tapping on the front passenger's side window. They both jolted awake and Dean groaned.

“What?” He called out angrily.

It was Johnston who answered. “I’m so sorry to bug you, sir, but I was told Y/N was here. It’s Emma, she’s hurt.”

***

By the time they got dressed, turned off the car and ran to the medical tent, it was already quite full of people. Monique, Keisha and Julianne were there and both little girls were crying. Brandy and Theresa were there too. Patrick, who'd been an EMT before the end came, and who therefore acted as the camp medic when needed, was standing close to where Emma sat on a folding table that was covered in a sheet.

Her daughter’s big blue eyes were swimming in tears and as she saw Y/N enter she began crying in earnest, reaching her left arm out towards her, while she held the right one close to her body. Y/N could see that her right arm was bent at an odd angle.

Broken.

Her stomach twisted and she felt a bit sick as she looked at it. But she walked up to Emma and pulled her tight against her. “Oh, baby, what happened?”

Monique stepped forward, her face awash in guilt. “I’m so sorry Y/N. The girls were all playing together just outside the tent, while Brandy and I were talking. We’d left a flap open and we could see them. But it just happened so quick we couldn’t stop it.”

Brandy took over the story. “They were all taking turns sitting on Theresa’s back and she was riding them around like a pony, and Emma just took a tumble off her back and…and then just started crying. We got her over here as fast as possible.”

Monique covered her mouth with her fingers. “Y/N, I’m so sorry.” She repeated. But Y/N just shook her head.

“Oh, Monique, no, it isn't your fault. Or anyones.” She said looking at Theresa whose face was ashen and also wore a look of guilt. Y/N kissed Emma’s forehead. “Accidents just happen.”

But Emma’s little shoulders still shook with quiet sobs and Y/N felt awful for her baby girl. Patrick started to lift her arm slightly and Emma let out a painful cry. Dean stepped up behind Patrick, and his voice was hard with authority.

“Be careful what you’re doing.” He scolded.

Patrick just nodded. “Yes sir. I just need to try and figure out how the bone is broken, so I can splint it properly.”

As the medic/soldier poked and prodded as gently as he could, Emma continued to cry and buried her face in Y/N’s chest. Accepting that his soldier was being as careful as he could, Dean stopped hovering over him and moved around to stand behind Emma instead, rubbing soothing circles over her skinny back.

Finally Patrick nodded. “I think it’s a greenstick fracture. I’m gonna get a splint to hold it in place.”

He walked away to a sideboard that had medical paraphernalia sitting on it. As he did, however, Cas walked into the tent. Y/N looked up at the angel, and was taken aback by the way he was staring at Emma. His expression was cautious and a little frightened as he approached her.

“It’s a broken arm.” Y/N explained and he just nodded.

“Emma,” he said quietly, “hold still okay. I think,” he glanced at Y/N and then Dean, “I think I can fix you.”

“Cas?” Dean asked, clearly confused.

The angel lifted his hand over Emma’s arm and for a moment it just looked like he was going to grab hold of it. But suddenly, a white light began to grow beneath his palm and his already blue eyes glowed bright, like blue flame.

Y/N held her breath, as seconds later, the light left his eyes and he pulled his hand away. Emma’s eyes became wide and then she clapped happily. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, Mommy!”

Y/N tried to smile at her daughter, but her eyes fell on Cas, and Dean asked the question uppermost in her mind.

“What the hell, Cas? Since when can you heal anymore?” He shook his head. “What…what does this mean?”

Cas’ face was serious, and the fear Y/N had seen before was still there as he answered.

“I’m afraid that…I think it means the other angels have returned.”

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Unbroken

Part 6

(previous part here, next part here)

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x You

Summary: Bradley spends the night and the next day with you.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Smut, oral (m and f receiving), etc.

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The bird that’s made a nest outside your bedroom window pulls you from your slumber with its morning song.

“Good morning,” Bradley murmurs sleepily against your hair.

“Morning,” you reply with a smile as you stretch.

You freeze and he sucks in a breath when your short-clad bottom brushes against his morning wood, straining against the sweatpants he put on last night.

“Can’t help it,” he murmurs, pressing against you now with intent while his hand slides over your hip. “I woke up a few minutes ago and you were pressed up against me. God, I love your ass.”

“You haven’t even seen it yet,” you say breathlessly, realizing he’s only seen the front half of you naked.

“Mhmm,” he protests nuzzles your neck. “In jeans, coveralls, dresses, these pajama shorts,” his hand squeezes a cheek, “and I can just feel it’s amazing.”

“I wanna feel you,” you murmur before turning to face him. “Can I touch you?”

“If you’re sure,” he says, not wanting to pressure you.

“I’m sure,” you smile pushing him to his back.

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You swing your leg over his hips as you lean down to kiss him, not letting your hips touch; knowing you’ll get distracted if you do.

Your lips leave his to press along his jaw before moving to his neck and down to his heaving chest.

“Do you like yours touched?” You ask, looking up at him while your fingers trail over his nipples.

“Feels good,” he nods, eyes closing when you bend to flick one with your tongue while you pinch the other.

You tease him just like he did to you the night before, alternating between each nipple until he’s gasping and his hips lift from the bed for your touch.

You show mercy by continuing south, too excited to finally see what he’s packing.

“E-Em,” he stutters when you leave a bruise low on his hip as you tug his sweatpants down.

You sit back and your eyes widen when you see him for the first time.

“Wow,” you gulp, wrapping your hand around him; so girthy your fingers don’t touch. “You’re huge, Bradley.”

“Oh,” he gasps, hands gripping the sheets when you give a tentative stroke.

“Not sure if I’ll be any good at this but I’m sure as hell gonna try,” you whisper before you lean forward to lick the beading precum.

“Fuck,” he breathes as your tongue laps over him. His hands leave the sheets to weave into your hair; not to guide you but to ground himself.

He shudders when you suck the head of his cock into your mouth with a pleased hum; heady with desire from his reactions and you want more.

God, he feels good in your mouth.

You bob your head slowly a few times, letting yourself get used to it. Bradley’s hands tighten in your hair but still make no move to guide you.

Bradley’s groans spur you to take him deeper each time, only gagging once. Your hands wrap around what can’t fit in your mouth.

You can’t help but moan when you’re rewarded with a burst of precum as he grazes the back of your throat.

“So fucking good,” he sighs, trembling beneath you.

“Ah-Em, I-I’m getting close,” he pants, hands gently pulling at your hair but you just shake your head, wanting to taste him.

“Wha-you sure?” He asks shakily, gasping when you nod with a moan.

“Fuckkkk,” he groans as he cums, filling your mouth with his salty spend. You swallow it greedily, moaning again when you see the wrecked look on Bradley’s face.

You’re surprised when he hauls you up for a deep kiss, a rumble coming from his chest as he tastes himself on your lips.

“Your turn,” he murmurs against your lips.

The next thing you know he’s got you gripping your headboard as you straddle his face, crying out when he licks into you.

Much later you text Charlie with a smile on your face.

Emma: Mustache ride…10/10. Would definitely recommend. 😏

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Your phone rings as you make lunch.

“Hey Noah,” you answer.

“Em, hey. I’m sorry to bother you on your day off,” he says.

“It’s okay, what’s up?”

“Ellie’s school called, she fell off the monkey bars on the playground and they think her arm’s broken. I’m heading there now,” he replies.

“Oh no! I hope she’s okay. Do you need me to come in and cover the rest of your day?” You ask.

“Thanks, Gav said he’d cover the ones that can’t wait ‘til next week, it’s the rodeo tonight that’s the issue,” he sighs.

“I’ll go,” you offer before he asks.

“You sure? Didn’t your boyfriend just get in though? I thought that’s why you took today off?”

“He’s not…Yeah that is why, but I’m sure he won’t mind,” you say.

“Let me know if you can’t, we’ll figure something else out, okay?” He says, and you can hear him opening his truck door in the background.

“I’ve got it, tell Ellie I hope she feels better. Text me when you get home from the ER,” you assure him.

“Will do. Thanks, Em, you’re a lifesaver.” Noah says before he hangs up.

“What’s up?” Bradley asks as he comes into the kitchen from using your shower.

“Noah’s daughter fell on the playground and probably broke her arm,” you say, handing him a plate.

“Oh man, that sucks. Monkey bars?” He asks, thanking you with a kiss on your forehead.

“How’d you know?” You ask, smiling at his gesture.

“Did the same thing in first grade,” he replies. “Shocking for how graceful I am now, I know.”

You laugh. “Bad news is he was supposed to check the animals in the rodeo tonight in Driscoll. I offered to do it in his place.”

He nods. “That’s okay, I can take you out another night.”

“Or you could come with me? If you want? After I check the animals over I have to stick around and watch in case any of them get hurt.” You say, taking a bite.

“Yeah, I’d like to go with you,” he says, lighting up. “I’ve never been to a rodeo,”

“It’s a date then,” you smile.

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“Look at you,” Bradley breathes, whistling lowly when you walk out of the bedroom to greet him.

“Flannel does it for you?” You tease, giving him a spin.

“You do it for me,” he murmurs, wrapping you in his arms. “The hat is an added bonus.”

“Yeah? We’ll have to get you your own,” you smile. “Now that you’re a Texas boy.”

“Or…I could wear yours” He says, taking your cowboy hat off your head to place it on his own.

“You know there’s a rule about stealing someone’s hat, Bradley,” you say, leaning in for a kiss. “If wear the hat, you have to ride the cowboy; cowgirl in this case.”

“I’m aware of the rule,” he smirks. “That’s why I did it.”

A rush of arousal shoots between your legs. “Tonight? When we get back.”

“Tonight,” he agrees, leaning in for another kiss before pulling back to look you in the eyes. “If you’re ready.”

“I am,” you murmur, kissing him again.

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After stopping at Bradley’s new place for a change of clothes and overnight bag, you head to the rodeo.

Bradley helps by carrying your bag and handing you things. He’s genuinely interested in what you have to say, asking good questions and listening intently to your answers.

It goes quickly, this group takes good care of their animals and they’re all in good health.

You’ve always loved going to the rodeo and it’s even better with Bradley at your side.

“This is my favorite,” you tell him as the next event starts; calf roping. “I interned at a ranch a few summers back. Got pretty good at it.”

“I’d like to see that,” he says.

“I could show you sometime. Give you an up close demonstration,” you say nonchalantly, smirking when his head whips toward you.

“I’d like to see that too,” he says, taking a long pull of his beer.

•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•

You’re buzzing with anticipation by the time the show is over. But you tamp your excitement while you do your post-show checks.

You toss Bradley your keys on the way back to your truck.

“How about that ride?”

•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•

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Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 6

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller

Warnings: Smut and drama, ex-boyfriend breaking restraining order, protective Sy, language.

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own.

This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading!

Part 5

I’m half asleep, half-awake when I feel movement across my chest. I’m still too deep to realize it might be a threat before I feel gentle lips press against my stomach and I groan. My groan brought me closer towards consciousness and I opened my eyes with a start to see Emma’s beautiful blues staring right back at me from my stomach. I relax as I watch her press gentle kisses across my abs as she makes her way lower. Her body is hidden by the sheet but still accentuated her ass up in the air. She reaches for my morning wood and looks at me for permission. I sleepily nod at her and she immediately engulfs my cock into her mouth.

“Fucking shit, sugar.” I rasp, my voice laced with sleep as I wrap my hands in her hair. She creates the perfect pace as she bobs up and down before she gags on my cock. I bite my fist so that I can gather my wits without screaming the place down. With one hand on my shaft, the other around my nuts, she continues working on me and just a few minutes later I’m spurting my seed right down her throat. She swallows greedily and sucks me thoroughly through my release until the oversensitivity has me spasming. She kisses her way back up my body only to lay against me and place a kiss on my lips.

“Good morning.” She says sweetly.

“It sure as hell is now. You sure know how to wake me up.”

“I was hungry and needed my breakfast.” She whispers seductively and I flip over on top of her.

“Well, I’m starving so if you don’t mind, I’d like some more of that peach I tried last night.” I say before I make my way down her body and gaze upon her perfect pussy.

“I can’t believe you actually like eating women out.” She whispers.

“Wrong, I love eating YOU out. You are my favorite dessert. Now let me get to it, sugar.” She squeals as I dive right in. I nurse off of her clit and slide two fingers in and in no time at all Emma is moaning and squirming.

“Fucking hell, Austin. I’m gonna cum!” She shouts as she grinds against my tongue. I hold her hips still as I work her towards her release. She cums exuberantly with a moan and her essence soaks my face with the most sensual taste. We lay back and I pull Emma into my arms.

“You’re unreal at that. Like you should write a book so that all the men in the world can learn to do that.” She says and I chuckle.

“Why would I give away trade secrets? I had to learn these techniques on my own. That’s like giving away a recipe that’s been in your family for years.”

“But at the expense of women’s pleasure all around the world.” She tries to convince me.

“You’re one to talk. You’re quite skilled in the oral sex department as well.” I say and she blushes bright red.

“What time is it anyway?” I ask.

“A little after eight. Got somewhere to be?” I blanche.

“Seriously? It’s that late? I don’t have anywhere to be but I don’t think I’ve slept past 6:30am since I was in high school. Army kinda breaks that habit but you musta really wore me out.”

“I’m glad you slept so well. Seemed like you needed it but I couldn’t hold myself back any longer.”

“Mmm. You can always wake me up like that, Sugar. I better get up and take Mills out. I bet he’s gotta whiz like a race horse. ”

Emma giggles. “I already took him out. I had to pee so I took Aika and Mills out after and then came back to wake you up.”

“You went outside naked?”

“No! I grabbed one of your t-shirts.” She tilted her head in the direction of my dresser.

“Now that’s a sight I’d like to see. C’mon woman, let me make ya some breakfast.” I tell her with a light smack to her ass.

She climbs out of bed and I watch her saunter towards me as I open my underwear drawer and throw on a pair of boxers. She reaches past me, grabs herself a pair of my boxers before throwing on my favorite red DILLIGAF shirt. Those letters have never looked so good as they do now spread across her voluptuous tits. It’s so large on her that it covers her ass and you can’t even tell she has boxer shorts on under it. She runs her fingertips down my pecs and abs while gently scratching before she turns and heads down the stairs. I’m hot on her tail as I quickly lift her up bridal style and set her on the countertop. I start grabbing the ingredients that I’ll need for eggs, bacon, and biscuits. Emma turns around behind her and starts making coffee.

“Your grandma lets you make canned biscuits?” She chuckles and I smirk.

“She never taught me how to make homemade ones. Plus, that would take way too long. The canned ones are good.”

“Okay, I’ll agree that the canned ones are yummy but they’ve got nothing on my homemade ones. I doubt you have everything I need, but next time I’ll make some.”

“Next time, huh? How presumptuous.” I tut.

“Shut up.” She playfully kicks at my butt and I arch my eyebrow at her. Emma works on readying the biscuits for the oven and when the coffee brews, she pours us both a cup. I smile at the domesticity that engulfs us at this moment.

We eat our breakfast in comfortable conversation and I still can’t believe how well I slept. I feel more rested than I have in months.

“What would you be doing if I wasn’t here right now?” Emma brought me from my thoughts.

“Honestly, I’d probably be working out, or I’d be building something on the property. I might be out in the woods with the dogs.”

“Well, don’t let me stop you.” She replied.

“Trust me Sugar, I don’t have any intentions of letting you out of my sight.”

“How about you run me back to my place so I can get a change of clothes and then we can take the dogs on a walk?”

“I don’t know that I want to take you back to your place for clothes. I like you just in this.” I reply with a smirk.

“I can’t walk around in just your shirt, mister.”

“I’d love that, actually.”

“Oh, you’d like other people looking at me practically naked?” I grumble an “over my dead body” before looking back at her.

“Well, let’s go get you some clothes and take these pups on a hike. I wanna take a look at that hot water heater and sink when I get over there though.” She looks at me and arches an eyebrow. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m going to see what needs to be fixed while you get yourself dressed. Pack yourself a little bag and I’ll bring you home Sunday night.” I tell her and she smiles and nods. I suddenly remember I’m supposed to head over for lunch at Nana’s on Sunday. “It may be really weird to ask this or way too soon, but would ya like to come with me to lunch at my grandparent’s house Sunday?” I ask her.

“Are you sure they wouldn’t mind? I don’t want to intrude on family time.” She replies.

“My nana would be happier than a pig in sunshine, Sugar. She’s been wanting to meet the new vet in town.” I tell her truthfully.

“They won’t think it’s weird that you’re bringing me though? I mean, we’ve technically only had two dates.” Emma admonishes.

“My nana may be a bit nosy, but they respect the fact that I’m grown and am gonna do what I want to. If anything, she’ll likely try and convince me to put a ring on your finger the second she meets you.” I chuckle. “That woman has been asking for me to give her great grandkids since I was 21. I swear at this point she’d be okay with me getting someone pregnant outta wedlock just so she can have some grandbabies. She don’t mean any harm by it though, so don’t worry.”

“Well, maybe one day she’ll get her wish. For now, I hope she’ll be okay with you introducing me as your friend.” We get dressed, Emma putting on her clothes from last night, and load up in my truck with the dogs in the backseat to head toward her home. When we get there, we get inside and I take a look around. The house is decorated somewhat plainly and mostly white and grey with little hints of teal blue throughout. I spot teal throw pillows on the couch, a blue painting on the wall, blue utensil canister in the kitchen. It’s understated, simple and clean, and like it.

“Point me in the direction of the water heater, Sugar.” She leads me to the laundry room and shows me the water heater.

“I’m going to be in my bedroom changing, if you need me.”

“Don’t tempt me with a good time, Darlin’. I gotta take a look at this water heater.” I smirk and pat her ass as she walks off, the two dogs hot on her trail. Aika is very interested in smelling her new surroundings and Mills just seems happy to be included. I chuckle as I watch him clumsily trail down the hallway, goofy little thing.

The water heater is old, but seems to be in working condition. I turn up the heat dial on the water heater since I think it’s too low to see if that helps her not run out of hot water and make my way to the kitchen sink. She said it was working a little funny so I take a look at it. It doesn’t drain correctly at all and see that she’s bought some drano to try and release whatever’s clogging it. I’d bet my last paycheck that the previous owner poured grease down the sink and that’s the problem. People oughta know better. I can come back with a drain snake but I’ll likely have to replace the pipes underneath to clear out whatever is clogging the p-trap. While I’m looking at the sink, I hear somebody knocking loudly on the door.

“Sy? Can you get that?” I hear Emma ask from what I assume is her bedroom. Hopefully I can see that room before we leave.

“Sure, darlin’.”

“Emma? Are you in there?” I hear someone yell with another round of knocks as I slowly stand up and make my way to the door. Aika makes her way directly to me on high alert. She seemed to be more alert simply because of the new surroundings, but her demeanor now shows she’s on guard.

I halfway open the door to see a man with brown slicked back hair, and dressed somewhat preppy in a button up and slacks that look a bit too small. I immediately get a douche vibe from this guy who looks at me with a mixture of shock and an air of uppity disdain.

“Can I help you?” I ask the stranger.

“Oh, I thought this was Emma Miller’s address. I must have been told wrong... but wait, that’s her jeep in the driveway. Who are you?”

“I’m Sy, but I think I should be askin’ who you are.” I arch my eyebrow at him.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He mutters under his breath with an eye roll. “Oh, um. I’m Colin. Is Emma here?” My stare hardens. Colin… is this the ex boyfriend? Seriously?

“Sy? I’m ready! Who’s at the door?” I hear Emma come around the corner toward the hallway in her hiking outfit and instinctively close the door a bit more so Colin can’t see her.

“One moment.” I tell the guy who looks beyond irritated that I’m not the 5’6” blonde he was hoping for.

“Remind me sugar, don’t you have a restraining order on that douche bag ex of yours?” I mutter lowly so he can’t hear.

“…yeah, why?”

“Might wanna call the cops and add stalking to the charges.” I murmur back to her.

“EMMA!” Colin yells and pushes hard against the now cracked door that I have my foot pressed against to stop it from opening. The door barely budges.

Emma steps back with a panicked look. “What the fuck is he doing here? How did he find out where I live?” She whispered, her eyes wide as saucers.

“Emma, just let me talk to you and then I’ll leave. I just need you to hear me out. Five minutes, I swear.” Colin bellows from the door.

“You need to step back.” I grunt murderously and push the door shut throwing the lock on it. Colin immediately begins yelling Emma’s name and banging on the door.

“The rest of the doors and windows locked?” I ask and she nods. The poor thing looks petrified.

“Want me to get rid of him?” I ask her gruffly.

“I… I can’t even think. Should I call the cops? I don’t want him in my house. I can’t believe he showed up here. I don’t know how he even found me. What if he shows up again and I’m alone?” I hear her ask more to herself than to me. I reach for her shaking hands that she now has framing her face in shock.

“Baby, I’m not going to let anything happen to you. You know that, right? Trust me? My cousin is a police officer, I’ll send him a text and have him come out. If you want to listen to him, it seems like now’s a good time while I’m here and Walt on his way. It’ll at least keep him here until the cops show up.” Colin bangs on the door again startling Emma. I look down at my phone and send Walt a text with an SOS and Emma’s address. I wait a moment and Walt responds with an “omw” text. Thank God for Walt. I need to buy him a round next time we go out.

“You don’t have to worry. I can get rid of him and you don’t have to see him or say a word if you want. You are safe, Sugar.” I tell her and kiss her temple. Emma wraps her arms around me and I can hear her heart racing.

“I guess I’ll see what he wants. I wouldn’t put it past him to show back up when you’re not here. Don’t leave me?” She asks nervously.

“Not a chance, darlin’.” I wait a moment and open the door and Colin steps back as I push my way towards him trying to look over my shoulder at Emma and we walk on the front porch with her angled behind me.

“Emma, just let me explain myself. Do you mind?” He looks at me and scoffs. “I sure do. Say what you need to say before I kick your sorry ass all the way back to Bama.” He sneers at me before ignoring me and looking at Emma.

“Listen, Scarlett and I are done. We broke up and I realized I was wrong. I want you back, baby.” Emma scoffs.

“Not a chance in hell, Colin. You’ve made your bed and now you can lay in it. Is that all?” I watch Emma out of the corner of my eye as I stand firmly in front of Colin. I cross my arms across my chest and flex my biceps just to make my muscles that much more menacing.

“Don’t do this. I still love you and I know you still love me. Just give me another chance. We can even buy a house and get married like you always wanted.”

“Oh, Colin, how generous of you.” Emma states with pure sarcasm. “Leaving your mistress to finally commit to me after cheating on me repeatedly and without shame for months while I worked tirelessly to repair our relationship. You’re practically prince charming.” She sneers. “You tried to convince me that I was crazy for suspecting something was going on when in reality, I was right. How dare you show up to my new life and think you have any business even being in my presence. You hurt me not just emotionally, but physically. You are pathetic and I regret every moment spent with you. I now know what it feels like to be valued and appreciated, and I never want to see you again. Go home. Go back to Scarlett or whatever other tramp you find and wallow in your unhappiness. Leave me alone.” I feel the pride for Emma radiate from my body. I can tell that she has been bottling this up for who knows how long and I hope she feels relief at finally getting to say her peace.

“I know you’re angry, but you’re talking crazy. I took you on romantic vacations and dates and treated you so well. You can’t tell me you regret all of the good times we had. We’ve known each other our whole lives and I’m not allowed one mistake? Besides, you were working late and never home. You were neglecting me and our relationship. You’re really going to throw away the history that we have for some meathead like this?” Colin says while pointing his thumb at me and I growl deep inside my chest. He can say whatever he wants to me but I will not allow him to say anything else patronizing to her.

Emma stands straighter. “He is more of a man than you’ll ever be. And, just for your information, I’m doing just fine on my own. I don’t need or want you in my life. I’m happier now than I ever have been.”

I see Walter’s truck rounding the corner followed by a squad car with its lights on but no sirens and breathe a sigh of relief. I could easily take this fucker if I needed too, but I’d rather let the law handle it.

“You called the cops on me again, you stupid bitch?” Colin screams when he sees the lights coming toward him. Emma immediately steps back and I lurch in front of her. I’ve easily got about three inches of height and at least thirty pounds of muscle on this guy, and I almost dare him to throw the first punch. I’d love to smash this fucker to the ground.

My fists are so tight that my knuckles are white as I look him in the eyes and with my Captain’s voice. “Don’t you dare fucking speak to her like that again. You’re the one breaking the law by being here.” I growl and Walt comes flying over to me. The cop he brought with him, Justin, is also someone I’ve known my whole life. Justin immediately grabs Colin and pulls him toward the cop car to question him. I can hear Colin’s whiny voice immediately lying and saying that Emma invited him here to talk and I was interrupting.

“Walt.” I grit through my tense jaw in greeting to my cousin who is looking at Emma and then back at me. Walt responds with a stern nod before looking to Emma.

“I’m Walter Marshall.” He greets Emma and shakes her hand and she introduces herself.

“I’m so sorry you’ve had to come out here.” She apologizes.

“It’s not a problem. Tell me what’s going on?”

“That’s my ex-boyfriend, Colin Wright. I had to get a restraining order from him in Alabama before I moved out here. He got violent with me several months ago when I changed the locks on my apartment and the police were called. I don’t know how he found me, but he just showed up at my house. I’ve only lived here for about a month and he shouldn’t know where I live. My parents and best friend are the only ones who should have my address. His uncle is an officer in Alabama and got him out of trouble last time.”

“Okay, do you have the restraining order with you? I’d like to look it over but it should still apply. Violating a restraining order is a class A misdemeanor and should be difficult for anyone to get him out of, although it doesn’t constitute much jail time unfortunately.”

Walt follows us inside as Emma retrieves the legal documents to show them to Walter. I’m silently seething as she explains the situation. I relax slightly when I hear Walter tell Justin to read him his rights and book him for violating a protection order. Emma seems so embarrassed even though she has done nothing wrong. I just want to scoop her up and take her back to my house and hold her so that she feels safe again.

“Alright, we’ve arrested him but now that he has your address, I suggest you get some security at your house. An alarm system, video doorbell camera and a few surveillance cameras around the property would be a good idea to keep you from being surprised in the future. If he ever shows back up, call the police. I’ll give you my personal cell phone number as well since you’re Sy’s girl.” Walter tells her.

“Thank you so much, Walter. I’m sorry we had to meet like this but it was nice to meet you.”

“You too. Sy, you good?” Walter asks.

“Yeah, man. Thanks for running out here before I smacked the guy. Appreciate it.” I tell him as we shake hands and Walter heads back to his truck. As soon as he leaves, Emma stands up and I can see her arms shaking.

“Sugar, you okay?”

“I just… I’m just so frustrated. How did this happen again? This was supposed to be a new start without him around. I don’t know how he found me and I just want to feel safe again. I’m so tired of this shit tainting everywhere I go. I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before the town starts gossiping about the new vet’s man trouble.”

I gently place my hands on her shoulders to stop her pacing and pull her towards me. I hold her in my arms tightly and as soon as I do she breaks down. I hold her and rub along her back as the sobs slow down.

“Darlin’ you need to not think about any of that. Who gives a shit what other people think? You’ve done nothing wrong and you’re just trying to live your life. You are safe here, and I’ll do my damnest to show you that. Now, you want to go to my house or you still feel like going on a hike?” I ask and she whispers, “nature might help me calm down” into my neck. “Alright, how about after our hike we go and get you some security stuff for the house. I can install it tonight and we can order some dinner here. That sound okay?” She just nods and I give her a gentle kiss. We load up the dogs in my truck and I take her to one of my favorite trails to walk Aika. It’s not very well known and about half way through there is a stream that runs through it which is a perfect rest spot. I notice Emma seems lost in her thoughts and I just keep quiet. I know she needs time to process everything and I want to be a quiet presence to help her but not overwhelm her. We’d barely spoken by the time we got to the stream and I’m starting to really wonder what’s going on in her mind. I let the dog’s romp around in the shallow water as I point to a large rock to rest on. Emma sits beside me and I wrap my arms around her.

“Penny for your thoughts?” I ask.

“Oh gosh, just trying to process what just happened. I’m sorry I’m so complicated. You were probably just looking for something easy and fun and I’m just a mess with a ton of baggage.” She places her head in her hands and chuckles without humor.

“Sugar, I got more baggage than you could imagine. You’re not complicated, you’re just human with human problems. If I was looking for something easy, I would’ve fucked and ducked, but I’m not interested in that. I’ve had my share of one-night stands but you…darlin’ you are different in the best way.”

Part 7

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Jeju’s Masterlist

Show Me How to Love Masterlist: 🎀

Incoming works:

Show Me How (To Love) | Mafia!Bada Lee x POC!Reader

In which your sudden arranged marriage to a notorious mafia boss leads to a journey of self discovery and confidence.

Tw: Talks of abuse, angst (but not all the time!), there is fluff as well. Emotionally repressed Bada, two idiots trying to navigate the tough world of Feelings™️. Very slow burn

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Hold On, Can’t Stop | Bada x Reader x Lusher

During an intimate moment between you and Bada, Lusher catches you in the moment, unbeknownst to you. This leads to some… feelings and discoveries.

Tw: Smut, voyeurism, MDNI

You Deserve A Taste | Loser!GP!Chocol x Reader

In which a socially awkward, unpopular girl Chocol gets noticed by the new, popular girl at school, and invited to a party in the woods. You give her a taste of the high life.

Tw: Smut. MDNI

Untitled | Kirsten Dodgen x Reader

Kirsten admires you through different points of your relationship

Tw: Fluff, tiny bit of smut towards the end. MDNI

Untitled | Mafia!Kirsten Dodgen x Reader

Kirsten’s in an important meeting and you’re being a brat. Naturally, Kirsten has the perfect punishment for you.

Tw: Smut, MDNI

Untitled |Emma Huch x Reader

The morning after a drunken night of fun, you wake up alone in a hotel room, clothes strewn about and oh, you’re also married! With nothing but a card to go off of, you hope that a random radio station will lead you to find your new bride.

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(Ain’t No Love) In This Club | Mafia!Kirsten Dodgen x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, very suggestive. MNDI

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Jealousy, Jealousy Started Following Me | Chocol x Reader

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Make Me Better | Tatter x Reader

Warning: Fluff, a little suggestive

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Warning: Fluff

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Wicked Deeds

Clavis does his best to distract Emma during an important event. Smut. Very spicy. Approx. 2700 words.

Emma felt a flutter of nerves in her belly. She forced herself to ignore the sensation. Today was important and she wasn’t going to let her smile slip for anything.

“You’re looking resolute,”Sariel commented, giving her a wry smile. “That’s good because today’s guests are going to require every ounce of determination you have. And likely a good bit more.”

She swallowed. “I am sure a group of merchants can’t be that bad.”

“Good. That’s the spirit.” Sariel showed her to the receiving room. A large wood table took up the center space, set with rose wine and water, a tray of crystal goblets, and another of Rhodolitian pastries. “I’m going to check to see if our guests have arrived. I’ll be back in a moment.”

Emma watched the door close behind him and when she was alone, took a deep breath. “It’s going to be fine. I can do this. I have to do this.” She bent toward the table and poured herself a glass of wine.

“That’s the spirit.”

She spun at the familiar voice, her eyes going wide. “Clavis! What are you doing here?”

He smirked and slid the door silently shut behind him. “Is that anyway to greet your fiance?”

“I am pretty sure I greeted you this morning. Before and after breakfast. Quite thoroughly.” She blushed at her own forwardness, but honestly it was his own fault. Always teasing and - and -

His eyes went wide and his smile spread even wider. “That was a proper greeting. But it was several hours ago . . .” Clavis closed the distance between them and pulled her into his arms.

Emma wanted to tell him he was wrinkling her gown, but it felt so good to be held. And then he started kissing her, his lips and teeth and tongue on the sensitive skin of her neck. The sharp, sweet touches burned a trail to her lips and she couldn’t think at all.

His eager hands tugged her skirt up until he could touch the bare skin of her thigh above the lacy edge of her stockings. Clavis made a soft, hungry gasp.

“W-wait - Clavis - I” Emma struggled to remember she was here for a reason and this wasn’t it. “The merchants. Sariel . . . any minute . . .”

He groaned, a sound of pure frustration and disappointment. “Surely there’s time for a quick -” But he cut himself off, turning slightly at the sound of hurried footsteps. He couldn’t get out the way he’d come in and they were two stories up so the windows weren’t a good option.

Worse, Emma didn’t see anywhere for him to hide. The table had only a lace runner down the middle and anyone walking in would see him if he tried to hide beneath it. The potted rosebush in the corner was much too small. “M-maybe you can just say you were checking on me?”

Clavis held a mischievous look in his eye as he leaned in to give her one last kiss. Then he ducked under her skirt and pulled it down around him like a little tent.

The door opened and a perturbed looking Sariel glanced around the room. “I thought I glimpsed the hellcat turning down this hallway. Have you seen him?”

Emma didn’t like lying to Sariel. For one, it felt as if he always knew she was lying, and for another, she couldn’t help but want his respect. So she didn’t say anything, just pretended to look around the room as if she was searching for him. Unfortunately, she couldn’t put him off forever. Sariel was waiting for an answer, his piercing gaze now trained on her.

“Erm, he doesn’t seem to - to be in this room.” The denial felt silly on her lips as she could feel the tickle of his hair against her thighs, and his warm touch caresses her calf through the thin silk of her stockings.

“No. I suppose he does not.” Sariel scowled. “I hope he isn’t planning some ridiculous prank. These are some of Rhodolite’s most prestigious merchants. I will devise the worst punishment if he interferes.”

Emma nodded. “I - I’ll let him know if I should see him. But I’m sure he understands how important this meeting is.” She grimaced and pointedly did not look down at her skirt. Clavis was nipping the skin at the edge of her stocking and it was distracting.

Sariel turned to look out into the hall. “It appears your hound is bringing the first of the guests. Steady yourself. It will be a long afternoon.”

“Of course.” Emma tried to keep her voice steady as she felt Clavis lick a little line of heat alongside the strap of her garter belt. He was evil, she decided. Purely evil. She gave him a little kick.

If Clavis took any lesson from her nudge, it was to try harder to distract her. He drew the line all the way up to the laced edge of her panties.

Emma clamped her thighs around his head in a bid to stop him. For a moment, it even worked. But then she realized her mistake. Now she’d pinned him right in place, where he could reach all her most sensitive places. And he was reaching.

“Mistress, may I introduce today’s visitors?” Rio entered the room and then held the door for a gaggle of well-dressed men and women.

For a moment, Emma struggled to fix an appropriate smile to her face. Her voice wavered as she greeted them and all she could think was damn you, Clavis. His tongue drew hot lines over the thin fabric of her panties and her hips were trying to arch toward that infuriating touch. Too much and not enough, all at once.

Thankfully, after greeting them, she wasn’t expected to say much. This was Nokto’s merchant mixer, not a presentation or some other serious and formal event. Of course, the prince showed up fashionably late. His smile quirked curiously as he took her hand. “Emma, you look flushed.” His tone was proper but the look in his eyes hinted at all the salacious reasons he could imagine for her countenance.

She hoped to all the gods there might be that he would not guess the real reason. “I’m fine,” she managed, though even she could hear the slight strain in her voice.

“If you’re not feeling well, I can escort you to another room to rest,” Rio offered.

“N-no. I’m alright. Just . . . give me a - a moment. To myself.” Emma was taking shallow breaths now, as she felt Clavis push the lace and silk aside. That divine bastard. His tongue slipped between the fold of her skin, taunting her. His hands reached around the backs of her thighs, caressing her, nudging her legs open to allow him to reach.

She looked down and self-consciously smoothed her skirts. Thankfully the season’s fashion was voluminous, with so many layers of fabric that she could probably hide two grown men beneath them. If anyone noticed Clavis - or indeed noticed anything - she was fairly sure she would die of embarrassment where she stood. But her lover wasn’t making this easy. Oh no. Not for him to sit quietly until the merchants left.

Nokto whisked himself away to make the rounds while Rio took a few respectful steps away and turned to give her the requested moment alone.

The problem was, Clavis’ touches were not lessening. If anything, he took the quiver of her legs and her uneven breathing as encouragement to do more. This moment to herself wasn’t enough. Not nearly.

Emma tried to give him another kick, in the hopes he would knock it off. But the motion of her leg only freed him up to move more. And he took advantage. He knew what she liked and toyed now with her expectations. Almost touching, his breath ghosting over her heated skin. Then touching, his tongue so light it might have been air, the tip just brushing. His fingers stroking her inner thigh.

“Ah, and you must be the Lelouch fiancée!” A hearty older man with a well-groomed beard approached. He had a glass of wine in his hand, and a small notebook in the other.

“Mmm. Hmmm. Y-yes.” Emma tried to make the words sound normal but they came out breathy, as if she’d just had a run. Well. Better that than the moan that wanted to escape her throat. “A-and you are?”

“Fornier. Charles Fornier. I run a small import shop. We do quite a good business with Prince Lelouch.”

Emma nodded politely. In other circumstances, she might have been able to recall the man and the business. But right now, Clavis was rolling her clit across his lips as his fingers followed the path so recently left by his tongue and she really couldn’t think of anything coherent to say.

“I was rather hoping he might drop in today, but I expect he hates these sorts of events. A bit of a wild card, isn’t he?” Charles was looking at her hopefully, as if she might confirm he would, in fact, drop by, or that he was a wild card or -

“Oh. Yes,” she gasped, her face going completely hot. “Yes. He’s a - a wild ca-ah! -rd.” Emma bit her lip in an attempt to keep the rest of her feelings to herself. She wasn’t entirely sure she could continue to stand. Her legs were trembling under her dress, and Clavis was half-supporting her on his shoulders now.

Rio turned, a look of worry on his face. “Mistress, do you need some water or -”

“Water. Yes.” She managed to keep smiling through sheer bloody determination.

Charles smiled a little uncertainly. “Well . . . if you see him, do pass on my greetings and well-wishes.”

Emma nodded. “I - I will?” She couldn’t help the way her voice rose, turning the affirmation into a question.

The merchant wandered away with a nod, as Rio hurried over with a glass of water. “Her, mistress.” He handed it to her and then hovered. “You look very flushed. Perhaps you need to retire for a moment?” Rio reached to touch her forehead and she slapped his hand away.

Clavis took that exact moment to freeze, and the sudden stop made her feel just as desperate as the teasing had.

“Not. Now. Please.” Emma tried to give him a meaningful look, one that said ‘I’m embarrassed’, and also, ‘this is not a good time to mother-hen.’ She wasn’t sure he picked up on either, but after a moment, he nodded.

“Alright. I’m going to check the guests to make sure everyone has what they need. But if you need anything, anything at all -”

“Yes! I know!” She waved him off, and he reluctantly left her side. Which left her with no distraction from the slow, pleasurable torture beneath her skirts.

Clavis resumed his slow exploration of her with his tongue and questing hands. Maddeningly slow and tormentingly thorough. She felt his fingers play at her opening, teasing the edges. And then his tongue slid into her and she felt herself clamp down on him - though she wasn’t sure if it was to hold him out or in. She couldn’t think. Not with the feel of him pressing in and then the slow, curling, lapping egress.

She wanted to either grind her hips into his waiting mouth and let him devour her or make it stop. Halfway was hell, and she was stuck in it.

Emma knew she was meant to be walking around the room and making conversation, but there was no way she could manage it. Her legs were quivering and even if they hadn't been - she couldn't have gone far with Clavis hiding under her skirt.

Nokto and Sariel kept throwing her looks from their positions across the room. Nokto's expression was expectant and Sariel's - unreadable. Then the counselor crossed the room in her direction.

“You seem to be holding up.” Sariel’s voice sounded further away than he stood. A slight, wry smile turning up the corners of his lips.

“Yeah. G-great!” Emma tried for a stately nod, but felt as if she was flailing. Her body was near to trembling and it took every ounce of will to just stand there and endure.

Sariel raised an eyebrow, his gaze falling for a moment to her billowing skirt before flitting back to her face. “It seems even the hellcat couldn’t spoil this event. I do wonder where he ran off to?”

She bit the inside of her cheek and forced herself to hold her smile. “Wh-hooo knows? H-he’s so uhh-unpredictable!” Emma knew her voice was wavering and there wasn’t much she could do about it.

Clavis, challenged by the taunt, now lapped eagerly at her pearl, and the strum of his fingers took on an intentional rhythm. He played her like an instrument, calling pleasure from every touch. And she wasn’t sure if she wanted to murder him or marry him in this instant.

“So he is,” the counselor nodded. He gave her an almost sympathetic look. “Nokto mentioned taking the merchants out to the garden for some music and a tour of the legendary Rhodolitian Roses. I thought you might stay here and . . . collect yourself.”

“O-ohhh, yes. Th-thank yo-oooh!” Emma clenched her jaw on the rest of the sound.

Sariel’s brow lifted higher. After a moment, he gave another nod and turned away.

“I am going to kill you,” Emma whispered. She didn’t think Clavis could hear her, but just in case. Despite the words, her body sunk further onto him, her legs spreading further to give him more reach. She closed her eyes for a moment and tried to take a normal breath.

When she opened them, Nokto was leading the merchants out and Sariel had Rio’s arm.

Emma gave them all a polite goodbye, waving with a shaking hand. Her face was plastered with a forced grin, teeth clamped on the sounds that threatened to come from her regardless.

When the last one left and the door shut behind them, she felt Clavis pause. “Oh no, no you don’t.” Her voice was hoarse and low and desperate.

Her skirts started to move as if he might duck back out from under them. But she was still resting on his shoulders, and it took only a shift to press him back and down. All the way to the floor. Emma sat with her legs askew, thighs clamped around the sides of his head. Could he breathe? She thought so, because he understood exactly what she wanted. Needed.

She could feel the chuff of his laughter and then the velvet of his tongue. Free from prying eyes, she rocked her hips against his face, arching with each plunge of his skilled fingers, each playful flick of his tongue. When her peak came, it almost surprised her with the intensity. She shook, arching back to press him ever deeper into her.

The feel of it washed away every thought. There was only the feel of his lips and tongue and those clever hands. Waves of pleasure rolled over her and Emma cried out with them in breathy exhilaration.

Clavis tapped the side of her leg, at first gently and then with more urgency.

Emma realized all at once how tightly she had him clamped between her thighs, and how much of her rested against his face. Embarrassed, she stumbled to her feet, her legs barely steady.

The prince slid out from under the layers of fabric and stood, a satisfied grin on his face. He went to the table and picked up a napkin, dabbing at his chin. “What a lovely reception,” he chuckled. "You've got practically a tent under there. I never thought I'd like this season's style but I see the use now. Hm."

“Y-you . . .”

Whatever she was about to say, she stopped as the door opened slowly. Rio poked his head in, his expression one of alarm. “I thought I heard you shout . . .” His gaze slid to Clavis and his brows lowered. “What are you doing here?”

Clavis grinned and answered at the same time as Emma. “Wicked deeds.”

Rio wisely retreated, looking no less confused.

Emma sighed. “You are the worst.”

“Oh, I very much doubt that. I assure you, I can think of even more terrible things.” Clavis crossed the space between them and put his arms around her waist. “Let me show you.”

And she knew she would say yes. How could she not, when he looked at her like that? So much desire and love in his gaze. “Not here,” she whispered. And he laughed and lifted her up. “Of course not. I need more space. And rope.” And then Clavis carried her out for a most unrestful afternoon, which she very much enjoyed.

#ikemen prince #ikepri Clavis #clavis lelouch #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #smut #very spicy

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Consolation | J.C

Pairings - Jacob Custos x Male reader

Request - OMG U WRITE FOR THE QUARRY?? Can I request Jacob x Emma’s adopted brother smut? Even tho he’s adopted, he’s basically the same as Emma (attractive, nice body, small waist, and big kissable lips) but he’s nicer and loves helping people. Emma always makes fun of him and calls him a push over. Reader has always had a crush on Jacob but has never done anything abt it bcuz Emma was dating him and cuz he seemed straight. The story would take place after Jacob storms off after truth or dare and instead of Emma going to find Jacob, it would be the reader this time. They do the swimming scene, almost kiss, get interrupted by the werewolves, but instead of running into the woods, they hide in the kitchen. And then smut

A/N — I’m decided to leave the smut part out of it, hope you don’t mind, I thought this fic was kinda cute and fluffy so-

──────. • ☆:*.☽ .* :☆ﾟ• . ──────

You watched your sister lock lips with Nick, already you could sense the tension, it was thick, smouldering, you could see the pain behind Jacob’s eyes, his mouth hanging agape in shock, why would Emma do such a thing? Especially in-front of Abi too.

You coughed loud enough to break up the kiss Emma being Emma stuck her tongue out at you before plonking herself back on the log beside an angry Abi.

It took no longer then a look her way for her to practically jump to her feet, running away from the crackling campfire towards the forest.

“You like kissing my girlfriend asshole?”

Jacob bucked up his chest, glaring down at the Aussie counsellor. Nick looked guilty, of course he did, but knowing Jacob, he wasn’t one to let things go so easily.

“It was just a game-“

“I’m nobody’s girlfriend”

You shake your head at your sister’s response, she had no remorse, not even in the slightest. You could sense the anger which irradiated from Jacob’s figure.

“The fuck it was. “Oh, it was just a game!” Yeah, the fuck it was, man!”

He began to mimic his best friend, still looking him up and down like he was really looking for a fight, or something, something to at-least show everyone that Emma was off limits. You were so sick of this Alpha-male bullshit but you really sympathised with him, especially with how everyone had been treating him this summer.

Jacob twists on his heel, stomping away from the camp which was a clear indication of how he felt, he had every right to feel that way, Emma dangled a carrot in front of his face, how was he suppose to act.

“Grow up, Jacob”

You gather your thoughts, immediately rising to your feet, fuck, somebody had to check on him and he probably really didn’t want to see Emma right now, not after tonight.

“Well done horse face, way to go-“

You follow in Jacob’s footsteps, quickly jogging after him in a pace that suited you.

──☆──

You were met with the glistening waters of Hackett’s quarry lake, the water slightly jiggling in place, the moon’s reflection shimmering over the slightly murky water.

You could hear splashes, ones that were not to big but big enough to give up Jacob’s where-about’s. You slowly made your way over the creaking wood, the small dock isolated, attached to the empty boat deck.

“Jacob?” You whisper sweetly, watching the bigger male forcefully throw pebbles into the lake, maybe it was a distraction, one that reframed him from replaying the exact moment his whole world tumbled down.

“Go away-“

“It’s me…”

You trail off. He wasn’t surprised, but glad, glad you had followed behind, at-least someone was fond of him. His frown settled into a small smirk, a weak smirk that hid away his true feelings.

You sit yourself beside him. Immediately you could tell he had been crying, from his slightly puffy, red eyes to the clear tears that stained his olive skinned cheeks

It was silent between the two of you, not that you minded, Jacob actually preferred it that way, enjoying your company with the silence that followed but of course, you were way to sweet to keep quiet.

“Jacob…look at me”

He did, but his smirk faded, instead it was replaced with that frown from before. You could sense how hurt he was from, judging by his sniffling he wasn’t going to stop feeling sorry for himself any time soon and that in itself broke your heart, you had to do something.

“She fucking frenched him- in front of everyone…jesus wept”

You watched a distraught Jacob scramble to his feet, pacing back and forth. He could feel the dry tears on his cheek, the extra amount of spit clinging to his tongue from not swallowing as often, god…really.

“Well…lover boy, you can either stop sulking over her, and Nick, or…you can go grab us some towels”

Jacob stopped in his tracks before turning to face you, confusion written all over his features, his brows furrowed as if you had just stepped on his toe.

“What do you need towels for?”

You smile, which had Jacob’s heart thump slightly faster…fuck, what was going on.

“Well, since you agreed with Emma, summer fun an all and after that kiss, I’m sure she’s the last person you want to see…our Summer isn’t over just yet…”

Jacob watches you kick off your shoes, your fingers already grabbing at your zipper, Emma has already managed to fuck the night up for pretty much everyone, and your love for Jacob grew by the second, why not sweep up the opportunity to get closer, with it being just the two of you.

Jacob perked up slightly before muttering a more happier “okay”. You watched the older male scurry off, maybe it was the vibe, or the urgency to have some fun but Jacob seemed pretty into this…

──☆──

“There’s not towels!” Jacob shouted down from the upper boat deck. With the kids being rather rampant and destructive, you were sure a few smuggled some home, not that it was an issue.

“None?!”

Jacob stood glaring at the empty wooden panels, clearly his luck was non-existent by this point.

“There’s exactly zero.”

“You dick”

You joke, not that it was the right time but still, no towels, you were going to freeze to death, even in summer the air was cool, cooler then usual.

“Just get back down here, Jacob…”

──☆──

“Huh, okay well I guess we could just like, drip dry. Or I mean we could shake it out doggy style”

You blush at his comment, your eyes focusing on how eased and free he was, he felt a little more in the present now, not that he’s over Emma’s actions yet but it was something.

You both chuckle before slipping down your trousers, leaving you in just your boxers which immediately caught his attention. He watched as you practically hid yourself by turning away, facing the water.

“I-“

Before he could even speak you dive head first into the water with a short squeal, one that left Jacob with a blooming sense of joy, something that spread through his body, his chest…

“Hey- I can’t just pretend it didn’t happen-“

“Oh but you can. Because, you see, oh help, help, I’m- I’m drowning. And I- I need a big, strong not at all insecure man to come and save me…”

You giggle before settling your eyes on his naked chest…fuck, he really had you wrapped around his finger. He blushes at your comments, you helped him forget about her and you actually cared about how he was feeling.

“Okay…”

You watch as he pushes his shoulder forwards before slightly flexing, buffing up his chest.

“What’s this? A male in need?! Fear not, fragile thing- for Hurricane Jake is here!”

He jumps high enough to tuck his legs underneath him, his arms holding them up creating a ball-like shape.

“CANNONBALL-“

The splash was big, but you chuckle, watching his head dunk underneath for a second before reappearing, he grimaced at the coldness now surrounding him.

“Woah, cold! Oh! Cold, cold, cold. Oh my- Cold. Oh. Phew”

You giggle watching the older male shiver, you could tell he would get use to it though, you smile, finally he looked a little bit happier, if only for a split second.

“Hurricane Jake?”

Your smile only encourages the butterflies in his stomach to spread up into his chest, a rush of adrenaline running through him, or something of the sorts had a raspy laugh escape him.

You playfully splash him before scooting away a bit, knowing Jacob would do the same back.

“Oh, okay, okay, now you’re gonna get it. See?”

Scooting closer, Jacob uses his strength to his ability, forcing a big splash to topple over your hair, soaking it. You squeal feeling each, single droplet pass by your ears and neck, eventually back into the water.

You giggle once again before shooting him a despicable glance, splashing him back.

“Hey! Quit it!”

You roll your eyes playfully knowing full well he was having fun, maybe the most fun he’s had all summer, especially here anyways.

“Oh! Stop! Being! A! Grump”

You use both hands to paddle small splashes back his way causing him smirk, his arms dunk underneath the water disappearing from view before he slyly pushes water back onto you.

“Ugh! Attack!”

You flinch before shooting him a glare.

“Ahhh! Hey!”

Before you could even respond, the male takes a large breath before ducking beneath the water. You look around, trying to catch whatever plan he calculated in his head.

A forceful hand yanks your leg quickly, dragging you underneath. You yelp before the water consumes you. You can already hear the deep laughter erupting from his chest before coming back up to the surface.

Your eyes squint, stopping the water from blurring your vision.

“Dick move.”

You feel his arms secure your waist against his own, the water softening the fabric between you both even more…fuck, was this really happening.

“Jacob…”

You look up into his eyes, capturing that same glint he wore when he accidentally walked in on you showering, something dark, but not entirely lustful, the way his arms soothed over your lower back had you judging his motive.

“Yeah…”

He mutters back, his lips mere inches from your own, you could feel his breath fan across your cheek. You sigh, allowing the older male to pull your bottom half closer until your chest’s were touching.

“Is this okay? I can move away if-“

You shake your head before lifting it, close enough for his plump lips to rub against them.

“Please…Please don’t-“

Your breath hitches once Jacob pushes for the kiss, attaching your lips together. His arms keep you close, holding you against his front. He grunts, your teeth sinking into his bottom lip, tugging on it.

He watches you closely once you pull away, a light blush dusting his cheeks a pale red. The air was getting cooler, much like the water surrounding you both which encouraged you to take ahold of one of Jacob’s hands, pulling him towards the dock.

“You’re okay with this?”

You mutter. You weren’t really sure what was happening between the two of you, jealousy doesn’t run far from the tree, yes you were super jealous of you’re sister, but now, now you had the chance to show Jacob how you really felt, especially with how inviting the situation had become.

You feel a tug back before you sink back into his chest, his arm wrapping around your shoulder blades, your faces close once again.

“Not in a million years would I imagine this…but you- I realise now…”

#male reader #x male reader #jacob custos #the quarry #zach tinker #smut #fluff #angst #damn girl all three-#jacob’s emotions are MESSY

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Venus in Furs

Pairing: Helaena Targaryen x Fem!Reader x Aemond Targaryen

Rating: E

Words: 4.6k

Warnings: Targcest, semi-public sex, bondage, pain kink, explicit smut

A/N: Venus in Furs is a poly Helaemond au. We have no idea how many chapters it'll end up being, but the story will progress as the relationship does. Sometimes a chapter might be a little kinky drabble, other times it might be an epic 10k beast. This story has just become such a vulnerable little happy place for @acrossthesestars and myself and we hope you enjoy it! Tags will be updated as the chapters go on.

alex masterlist | emma masterlist | ao3

Part One - Seven Hells P.1 | Part Two - Seven Hells P.2 | Part Three

The sky above was clear, stars managing to peek out even from the thick veil of the city lights. It was loud, music blaring from cars and drunk revelers pouring out from the mouths of the surrounding bars and clubs. My heels clicked on the sidewalk, the noise echoing loud over all the others and my hands curled into fists within my coat pockets.

'Don't lose your nerve,' I thought. 'You aren't allowed to chicken out.'

A sharp gust of near freezing wind ruffled my coat, blowing up beneath the short skirt of the black dress I wore under it, and I bit down on my cheek to keep from yelping nervously at the shock as I neared the building I had been looking for.

Seven Hells was a privately owned club, the red brick facade blending into all the others on the block. The only clue that I had arrived at the right place was the small gilded placard by the door that simply read "7" in an ornate script. My chilled fingers wrapped around a thick brass knocker in the shape of a dragon's head, rapping it gently against the wood. The door swung open and a handsome bouncer stared me down, the moment stretching on forever. He was older, with a close cropped silver beard, a bald head, and a thousand yard stare.

"Password," he asked, his voice rich and deep.

"Oh don't bother with all that, Harrold," a soft voice chirped from behind him. "She's with me. Isn't that right, Lady Grey?"

The door opened a crack wider, revealing a cloud of moon pale hair and the Cheshire Cat grin beneath it.

“Honestly, you express a tea preference one time.” Rolling my eyes despite the amused smile tugging at my lips, I stepped up onto the landing, close enough for the club’s warm air to twine invitingly around my bare legs, beckoning me inside. With an apologetic shrug to the stoic giant before me, I gave the password Helaena Targaryen texted me earlier that evening.

“Dreamfyre.”

He granted me a nod, as if in appreciation of a fellow rule-follower, and threw the door wide.

“Welcome to Seven Hells.”

If I'd thought the grandeur of our Neo-Gothic university campus was extravagant, with its ivy-clad walls, peaked windows, and rolling quads beneath venerable oak trees, the sumptuousness of this club delighted in proving me wrong. Stepping down into its shadowy interior, I couldn’t help gaping at the luxury surrounding me. Sleek, black leather couches sprawled along the edges of the cavernous room, all subtly tilted towards a low stage, the obvious focal point of the room. No one graced it, not this early in the evening, but a St. Andrew’s cross stood waiting in the wings, eager for its first victim. It was the most obvious nod towards the club’s hedonistic character but the more I looked, the more secrets I uncovered.

Steel hardpoints graced walls and furniture, looking like so much industrial hardware until I realized their presence went beyond simple aesthetics. Mirrors littered the walls, affording endless views for performers and pleasure seekers alike. Stacks of silken cord lined low-running shelves, all in easy reach. It was an opulent, unguarded promise of sensuality.

A dare.

A shiver of anticipation licked up my spine, despite the warmth winding sinuously around my legs, caressing my chilled skin and urging me eagerly to shed my heavy wool coat.

“Come on. I can’t wait to show you everything.” Helaena seized my hand excitedly while I was still unwinding the glittering gray scarf from around my neck. I shoved it into the pocket of my coat as Harrold quietly lifted the garment from my arms before withdrawing to his post by the door.

My eyes weren't sure where to land. A pretty brunette winked at me from behind the bar and heat crawled up my throat at the gesture. My gaze darted from the couches to the stage to the people who had just started to trickle into the space before landing on the pale hand that grasped my own.

Helaena was divine, a gods damned painting, a water nymph come to life. Her white-blonde hair hung in soft waves around her shoulders, her plump body sheathed in a tight powder blue dress, the hem hitting her mid thigh. When she turned back to wink at me, the light caught in the glitter she had painted over her eyelids, her pink mouth curling up at the edges.

"I love first timers." Her voice was soft, but I still heard every word.

I raised a brow. "Do you bring people here often?"

She squeezed my hand. "No," was all she said as she dragged me to the bar.

The energy of the club settled around us as I followed my new friend, all simmering possibility and the driving beat of music emanating from hidden speakers. When I slid onto one of the plush velvet barstools, Helaena perched alongside me, never letting go of my hand even as she raised her other to catch the bartender’s gaze.

“Two of the Wild Gin Brambles please, Talya”

My eyes widened in surprise as she named the exact cocktail I would have ordered from the specials menu. Despite the crowd of people surrounding the bar, jockeying to place their orders, no one looked surprised when, in mere moments, the bartender slid two glasses towards the pair of us.

“How did you guess?”

Helaena only smiled her enigmatic smile and raised her own drink to clink against mine.

Her violet eyes tracked every movement as I raised the sweating glass to my lips and took my first sip. Flavor bloomed on my tongue, tart and sweet, strong but clear, the blackberry syrup coating my mouth even as the gin traced a cool burn down my throat.

“That is delicious,” I said, having to raise my voice slightly to be heard over the sound of the other revelers.

“Let me try.”

Rather than lifting her own glass, Helaena leaned in and kissed me.

Startled, my lips parted on a gasp, but when I moved to cup the other woman’s cheek, she deepened the kiss. Her tongue slid against mine, a swift, gentle taste, and then she pulled back, her gaze searching.

“What did you think?” My voice was deeper, roughened with the desire already surging in my blood.

“Delicious,” she confirmed. Her starry eyes roved over my curves and I could swear they came to rest on the hollow of my throat. I wondered if she could see the eager jump of my pulse.

Helaena grinned when she recognized her stare was bordering on overwhelming, glancing down into the depths of her drink and taking a sip. I looked up, willing away the heat that had settled almost uncomfortably in my cheeks. My gaze settled on the mirror, a flash of silver catching my attention. From across the room, mismatched eyes pinned me like a butterfly to glass. The set of his full mouth was almost stern, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. My heart hammered against my ribs but when I blinked, he was gone.

A wide smile broke over Helaena's face. Whatever had grabbed her attention lit her up from the inside out, a soft warm glow settling beneath her skin like a beacon. I turned and couldn't stop the soft "oh" that fell from my lips.

If Helaena was divine, then Aemond Targaryen was damned. He was her soul's twin and yet her opposite, hard and lean where she was soft and curved. He prowled toward the pair of us with all the violent grace of a predator stalking prey, the top half of his long white hair pulled away from his face, the rest hanging down his back like a curtain. He wore all black, a button down shirt tucked into fitted slacks. His face was hard, unreadable except for the flame in his left eye, the same shade of violet as his sister's. In place of his right eye, lost in some accident at the hand of his nephew, if rumor was to be believed, sat a sapphire, the facets swallowing up the low red lights of the club's interior. Helaena squealed and clapped her hands at his arrival, reaching for him. Aemond took her hand, pulling her close and bringing it to his mouth, his lips soft against her skin as he hummed in greeting.

"I'm surprised she came," he said by way of acknowledgement, his gaze falling finally on me.

Heat bristled up my spine, righteous indignation at being referred to as if I was of no importance.

"Play nice or Lady Grey won't come at all and where's the fun in that?" Helaena replied, poking at Aemond's middle.

Something tensed in my gut at that easy, playful gesture. A reminder of how these two belonged to each other, pale and strange as binary stars and just as entangled. How could I ever hope to join their orbit?

As if sensing that momentary flicker of doubt, Aemond raised one perfectly sculpted brow with all the cool poise of a marble god as if to ask “How indeed?” I bristled, drawing myself up to my full height, my spine set like steel. Damn him and his smug self-assurance. Helaena had approached me after all, invited me to join them in their pleasure den I’d only heard whispered about on campus, with all the dark, half-veiled insinuations that accompanied such an invitation.

“You tell him, Hel.” I slid my arms around her waist, glaring a challenge of my own at Aemond over her shoulder. “She was just wondering if there might be any dancing on tap for the evening, or is that too frivolous for the Eyes Wide Shut crowd?”

Aemond’s mouth twitched.

“Oh, I’m sure we could manage something.”

In the end, all it took was an imperious nod and his sharp gaze to some nearby staff member, and then the music shifted, turning to a low, throbbing beat that pulsed through the crowd. People moved as if summoned to the dance floor, a tangled knot of writhing bodies and reaching limbs. Aemond sketched a half-mocking, half charmingly outdated bow and extended a hand to me.

“Would she like to dance?” This time, the slyly intentional word choice felt less like a slight and more like an almost-apology, an unspoken admission of having chosen his words poorly. For the first time, I noticed how stiff his posture was. Maybe I wasn’t the only one unsure of how to navigate this evening.

I inclined my own head, amused despite myself, and said “She would.”

It was easy enough to follow him to the dance floor, Helaena close at his heels. Aemond spun me once before drawing me close, his hand finding the small of my back. "Dance, then," he said in an amused tone, his gaze raking over my body. I narrowed my eyes as he just stood there, trying to get a feel for whatever game he was playing. It was Helaena who rescued me, her hands finding mine and pulling me further from the edge of the dance floor.

She moved with a liquid sort of grace, the sort that left one utterly entranced. It was impossible not to move toward her, caught in her orbit as if she were the brightest star in the dark sky. Her lavender eyes were bright enough to light up the dance floor as her hands settled on my hips, turning my back to her front before pulling me flush against her. She smelled like violets and lilies and something earthier, something you would find in the forest after it rained. I wondered if later I would be covered in the body glitter she'd dusted all over herself, her skin shimmering in the glow.

"Can I touch you?" She asked, her voice low against my ear.

There was literally nothing I wanted more in that moment.

I nodded and she ran a hand up my throat to grasp at my jaw, tilting my head back until she could catch my mouth with her own. She tasted like gin and sweet lip gloss, strawberry maybe. My hips followed whatever sinuous rhythm she set as she curled her tongue around mine. I felt her smile against my lips and couldn't stop myself from mirroring the gesture. With one hand I reached back, carding my fingers through the moonlight strands at the nape of her neck.

One song melted into two and then three and I learned for a fact what I had already had an idea of: Helaena Targaryen was entirely captivating. She radiated a dreaminess, a sort of unexplainable out there feeling that I couldn't put my finger on but I knew I wanted to sink into. There was also an edge. She had teeth and claws and made a conscious choice to keep them sheathed. At some point I had turned back to face her and she smiled wide again, as if she had never considered not being so open, so real. Then her eyes drifted away, lighting up again when they landed on her brother. I looked too, because I couldn't help it. Aemond had taken up a perch on one of the large leather chairs, more of a loveseat, really. When our eyes met he raised his left hand and beckoned us forward with a crooked finger. Helaena drifted toward him as if pulled by gravity, her hand reaching back for mine and pulling me along after her.

I mirrored her movements, lowering myself onto Aemond’s outstretched right thigh while she claimed his left. When I did, his gaze snapped to mine, startled. The intensity there, the banked violet fire, ripped through me like a summer storm, leaving heat and electricity crackling in its wake. Before I could shift my weight or draw back, before I could even form an apology for overreaching, he caught me around the waist to keep me still. Slowly, deliberately, curiously, he flexed his muscled thigh beneath my legs, shifting it just enough to drag against me and make me gasp. Pleasure kindled in his hawklike stare and I smiled, heat rising in my cheeks.

We’d surprised each other.

Helaena tipped her head back and laughed, her carefree delight so infectious even her brother’s lips quirked into something like a smile. Pure, wild joy beat like wings within my chest when her lavender gaze met mine at the same time that Aemond rested a hand on my thigh. As if some hidden key had turned, the tumblers falling into place, everything slid open, the night suddenly wide open and brimming with potential. Something was happening and we were part of it. We were all of it.

The music fell away. All I could hear was the breath catching in Helaena’s throat when I leaned in and kissed her. The hiss Aemond sucked between his teeth when his sister’s hand slid up to cup my breast. I looked around, expecting shock or censure, but while the warmth of her palm moving over my dress made my heart race as if the world was ending, no one else seemed to even notice. Even so, I pulled back, heat flashing up my throat to settle in my cheeks. Aemond's hand tightened where it rested against my thigh and I turned to face him, my eyes downcast. He raised a hand, his forefinger catching me under the chin until I met his eye.

"There's no need to be shy, Grey." The nickname sounded different in his mouth, sharper somehow, then when Helaena said it. "You're free to take what you want here, without judgment."

My gaze darted between his mismatched eyes and his lips. "What do you want?" My voice was small.

He hummed, a low noise in the back of his throat, before using his hand to tug me farther up his thigh, my hands flattening against his chest as I fell forward. His shirt was warm beneath my palms, soft and obviously expensive. And then he kissed me. It wasn't tentative or gentle. It felt as if he would devour me. Where Helaena took her time, sensuous and explorative, Aemond went straight for the kill, licking into my mouth when it opened on a whine, pulling my bottom lips between his teeth. He broke the kiss and looked up at me, his high cheekbones dusted with pink, and pursed his lips, as if he was hiding a grin. I couldn't help it and smiled back.

Helaena ran a hand up my thigh, squeezing just enough to get my attention and jerking her chin toward the stage in front of us. "The show is starting," she whispered. There was a peculiar happiness in her eyes, a sort of feeling I wasn't sure I'd ever experienced. She leaned back into Aemond's chest, his hand circling her waist to rest over her belly. The way they fell into each other was mesmerizing and I wondered if I'd ever felt that sort of easy acceptance before, the sort of muscle memory that had me sinking into someone else's softest parts.

I turned away, suddenly feeling much too raw, and looked toward the stage as the lights lowered, a single spotlight shining bright in the middle. Lying prone on the ground was a slight brunette, her hair tied up in a bun. She wore a rose pink dress, the fabric sheer enough to see the dusky outline of her nipples, her arms laying relaxed over her head. As she slowly woke, blinking away the sleep, the light softened, mimicking the dawn, and soft music played through the hidden speakers. Fingertips drew mindless designs over the bare skin of my thigh and the feeling left me burning as they drew over my hip and up, up, up my back to massage the nape of my neck. The feeling was near sinful, my eyes closing as Aemond worked out the tension. When I risked a downward glance, I found his eyes on the stage, his face infuriatingly neutral. I raised my hand, placing it back against his chest, playing at the top button of his shirt as I glanced back toward the stage.

From the shadows of the audience on the far side, a hulking shape melted through the crowd, lumbering up the two wide steps before crouching behind a makeshift barrier, watching the young woman on stage sit up and stretch. Helaena reached forward from her perch and placed her hand on my knee, her skin warm against mine, grounding me in the moment as the man in the mask began creeping closer toward the girl on stage. A Beast on the way to claim his Beauty, I realized with a thrill.

“Is it always fairytale-based?” I whispered the question into Helaena’s ear, so close my lips brushed against her delicate skin.

“No,” she shook her head, answering in the same respectful hush. “They do all sorts of things - exhibitions, demonstrations. But this seemed more… you.”

Before I could ask what she meant, Aemond’s broad hand tightened around my neck.

“Pay attention,” he commanded in a low, firm voice behind my ear, turning my head back to face the stage. From Helaena’s guilty start and the way she also turned her attention back to the scene unfolding before us, I guessed he’d given her a similar reminder. Normally I would have bristled against his domineering tone, but it sent a shiver down my spine instead, making me feel as deliciously helpless as the beauty the beast prowled towards. As if he knew, Aemond trailed the tips of his fingers down my neck and between my shoulder blades.

The task of watching the stage while he teased me like this felt Herculean, but I managed to keep my eyes on the performers, watching as the girl on stage finally registered the presence of the beast. Her brown eyes blew wide as he loomed over her and the two engaged in what could only be considered a dance. Their chemistry was a wild thing, crackling between them as they pushed and pulled, as she ran and he gave chase. The Beast reached for her, catching the pale pink ribbon that held her hair tied up, and it cascaded down her back just as he caught her, pulling her against his chest.

As his lips found her neck and his hands drew her skirt farther up her thighs, Aemond's fingers dipped below the hem of my dress. The touch itself wasn't indecent, was hardly anything more than innocent, but every nerve ending in my body lit up. He shifted his thigh beneath me, riding my dress higher, just as the beast shed the girl of her dress, her body now bare beneath the spotlight, and I fought the urge to reach back and pinch him for teasing me. But I was riveted by the performance as the actress finally gave in to the beast, succumbing to him and letting him lay her out over the stage, her back arched as he wedged himself between her thighs and devoured her.

Aemond's hand slid further beneath my dress and I couldn't stop the hitch of my breath. I knew, logically, that no one was watching us, too engaged by what was happening on stage, or what they were up to in their own seats, but my cheeks still heated at the idea, at the clandestine nature of letting this practical stranger slide his skilled fingers beneath the damp fabric of my underwear. I bit back a moan as he did just that, parting my folds, teasing at the wetness he found there. I wanted to roll my hips, to chase the pleasure his touch promised. But I stayed still, afraid to call any attention to us.

In front of me, the Beast lay on his back, the girl, his Beauty, now straddling his hips, her face flushed from her earlier release on his tongue. She rode him, claimed him just as earnestly as he had claimed her, taking her agency and making him hers. They moaned in tandem, not the sort of practiced sounds I had heard in porn or made with partners I was more than eager to get out from under, but something more feral, more honest. As the Beast reached forward to clutch at her breasts, Aemond pinched lightly at my thigh, a hint to open my legs wider. I gave in, just an inch, and was rewarded with a lazy circle against my clit. All I wanted was to drop my weight back against him, to spread my thighs farther and see what his wicked touch could wring from me. But even as I saw other patrons doing exactly that, I knew I couldn't, knew I wouldn't.

This entire night had been totally unlike me. Taking Helaena up on the invitation had left me filled with nerves. We'd spoken often enough at school and I desperately wanted to call her my friend. She was impossible not to adore, and denying her anything felt wrong. We'd flirted and when I finally gathered the courage to ask her for her number, she'd slapped me right in the face with an invite to the most exclusive club in town. How could I say no? Especially when she mentioned the more mysterious of her brothers would be there too.

The Beast had planted his feet on the stage, his hands gripping bruises against his Beauty, driving himself up into her. Her face bunched with pleasure as she fell forward, her hands landing on his chest to brace herself as he fucked her roughly. I felt my pulse quicken, my lungs constricting as Aemond slid a finger inside me, and then another. I couldn't stop myself, arching my back slightly to grind down against his hand. His fingers were long, slender and graceful. They felt divine inside of me and I knew it wouldn't be long until he worked me up and over that peak, the muscles of my thighs already twitching with it.

Suddenly Beauty came with a low groan, the blood rushing up her neck to settle in her cheeks as the Beast beneath her roared his own end, their bodies going rigid. She had thrown her hands above her head in a jubilant gesture as the Beast spilled inside her, as if unafraid for anyone, everyone, to see her pleasure. Then the music died and for a moment the room was silent except for the sound of ragged breathing. I couldn't figure out where one breath started and the next began, which was mine or Helaena's or even Aemond's. The spotlight went dark and the melancholy instrumental music that had accompanied the performance melted back into the low, heavy bass from earlier.

Aemond's hand was out from under my dress before the lights returned to normal. I hissed at the loss of him, canting forward as if seeking him out. The neediness of the gesture left me feeling more than a little pathetic, especially as he growled, "on your feet." But his voice was strained, rough even, and that gave me more than enough satisfaction. I blinked up at him, my mind hazy and buzzing after being yanked so abruptly from what had promised to be a wild sort of release. Helaena stood first and offered me a hand, pulling me up on shaking baby deer legs. She just smiled like she knew and reached up to tug at the ends of my hair.

The crowd blurred around us as we moved past the stage, past the bar, and deeper into the club. I looked down, startled, when the click of my heels against the polished wood floors turned muffled, my footsteps suddenly cushioned by plush carpeting. We were in a hallway, the walls paneled in rich, dark wood, an expanse of wealth relieved only by a series of doors, each one different from the last. One a rich, blood red with golden accents, another gunmetal stark but littered with peepholes, the third a shockingly clear plate glass. I caught a glimpse of twining limbs and chains within and finally realized where we were headed.

“Why a private room? I thought the whole point of this place was taking what we wanted and no one caring?”

“I don’t like anyone seeing what’s mine.” Aemond turned to me, one arm around his sister’s waist. My heart thundered as his gaze pinned me to the emerald green door we’d stopped in front of. Helaena leant back against him, a look of feline contentment on her features as she gazed at me through hooded eyes.

“What did you want when you came here, Lady Grey?” It wasn’t so much a question as a gentle prompting, an invitation to voice the desire that had drawn me to them like a moth to a bonfire ever since that first time I’d seen them on campus. They’d looked so out of place they might as well have been another species. Two fae royals slumming it with mortals for their own amusement, sampling whatever pleasures they wished to indulge in, and tempting the rest of us with wicked delights if only we’d be bold enough to seek them.

I ached to be bold.

“You,” I breathed. “Both of you.”

“Yes, that was it.” Helaena tipped her head up to meet Aemond’s gaze and said “See?”

“Hm.”

Before I could worry that I was failing some unspoken test he leaned in with that sleek, predatory grace and twisted the door knob by my hip.

“After you,” he purred.

Part Two

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Morningstar

Pairing: vampire!Eddie Munson x femreader

Rating: E

Words: 6k

Warnings: mention of a dead body, blood, angst, hurt/comfort, smut (unprotected, blood play).

A/N: if you know @magpie-to-the-morning or myself, you know that we are both weird girls who thrive on all things dark and spooky. So when we started hearing vampire Eddie theories floating around (yes, Emma saw it coming before the rest of us), we had to team up and bring our baby boy back (finale? what finale?). And in doing so we learned how well we work together, how we compliment each other and somehow share a weird gothy love language.

Morningstar is a fic for our fellow weird girls, our fellow outcasts. It's a love letter to them, and to Eddie Munson, who deserves the same care and protection he showed the little lost sheepies.

Beta'd by @jadore-andor without whom Alex is nothing and for whom Emma is eternally grateful.

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Part One - A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night | Part Two | Part Three

“You sure you don’t want me to drive you home?” Your friend bit her lip, eyeing the darkness beyond her trailer’s porchlight as if its lengthening shadows would reach out and snatch you right off the concrete steps. “Hawkins is… different, since you left. It’s been worse since the earthquake.” She sounded nervous, enough so that goosebumps pebbled over the skin of your arms.

Still, you weren’t one to be daunted by the creeping feeling of dread that seemed to have gained a chokehold on your hometown.

“I’ll be fine. Besides, you know me. I like different.” You flashed her a reassuring grin and, with a wave, set out for the dirt track leading through the woods. You’d walked home this way dozens of times, hundreds - just not since you went away to college last fall. It’s what had kept you insulated from the bizarre rumors flying around town - lab experiments gone wrong, monsters on the loose, satanic cults. Even the very real and tragic deaths didn’t ring true, and you’d flat out laughed at the idea of Eddie Munson being some sort of serial killer. It was the same small town ignorance you’d fled back in September, the same gossip and petty-mindedness, albeit on a scale that had everyone feeling tense enough to snap.

It was a relief to be away from that feeling, surrounded by the familiar trees that had been the background of your dizzy daydreams as a child. Out here you had felt safe fantasizing about the things that went bump in the night without fear of what your peers would think, how they might judge you for your darker interests. Here in the woods, there was ample space to imagine werewolves and witches and vampires, and where you might fit among them. Even as you got older and your daydreams changed, it was your favorite place to lose a few hours, your headphones firmly over your ears as you sprawled on a blanket to write in your journal.

A cool breeze murmured through the branches overhead and spring peepers trilled in the distance, their nighttime chorus punctuated by the plaintive calls of nightbirds. You took a deep breath, savoring the peace, as you made your way through the woods. As you walked, you debated whether you wanted a night alone or if you would rather call Robin and finally give in to her pleas of spending an evening with her and Steve Harrington - a pair you could still hardly imagine actually hanging out together. But she swore he was cool and no longer the douchey jock you remembered before you left for college.

You were lost in your own thoughts, not noticing when the birds fell silent. Something tugged at the back of your mind when even the frogs stopped calling, but you were too busy ruminating over the empty months ahead to notice the shift in the air, the pervading sense of wrongness creeping up on you now that the sky had turned black.

Until you nearly tripped over the bodies…

The toe of your boot hit something solid, shocking you to a stop. You had assumed it was a mass of leaves, a random pile left behind by some kids. But that…that was hair, dark and ashy. And that was a hand, outstretched and pale as bone in the moonlight. Your stomach rolled, your hand covering your mouth to hold back the bile that rose in your throat. It smelled like death, you realized, like blood and sickly sweet rot. But then there was movement, just a shifting beneath the dirt that sent the leaves scattering, and from the lump of foliage, Eddie Munson looked up at you, his eyes black in the night. Andy, that creep, with his stupid curly hair and letterman jacket, lay motionless beneath Eddie, his fingers clawing into the dirt even in death.

Andy was dead. The thought slammed through your mind but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel bad about it, not even as you gazed into his lifeless face, his eyes dull as they stared into nothingness. No, you didn’t feel bad, not after what he had tried to do last summer.

Eddie groaned and it stirred something in you, snapping your awareness back into place. You dropped beside him, hands hovering over his hair, hair face, his chest. There was blood, too much blood, smeared across his mouth and jaw and you had no idea who it belonged to - him or Andy. You knew how it looked, how freakish and fantastical, and your mind began to scream one impossible word.

Vampire.

"Hey Munson," you breathed, pushing away the ridiculous thought. "Remember me?" You asked softly, brushing the hair from his eyes. He mumbled your name, recognition flashing across his glassy eyes, the syllables garbled as he coughed and more blood splattered over his face, little freckles of red scattered now over your neck and cheeks. "That's right." You tried to smile, tried to shove down the feeling of wrongness, of fear, that pricked up your spine. Your hands skated over his chest, fingertips softly probing for wounds. You had to get him out of there, had to get him help. He was freezing, too cold for the warmth of spring, and goosebumps again erupted over your arms.

Eddie’s fingers closed like a vise around your wrist, his rings biting into the bone, and you winced at the sudden display of strength, the cold power that snapped like a taut bowstring, thrumming through his touch. He whimpered then, a small pathetic sound that tugged at something in your lower belly.

You leaned in closer, concern creasing your brow, and startled when his grasp tightened even further, pulling you off balance and down into the leaf litter beside him.

“Eddie, what - “

He pressed against you and the words died in your throat. Your back was braced against something solid, your fingers scrabbling against the fake leather of Andy's letterman jacket. Dread clogged your throat when you realized exactly where you were, trapped between a dead man and the the most likely suspect for his murder. But this was Eddie. He couldn't be responsible for whatever had happened here. The Eddie you remembered was kind, if a little eccentric; all throughout highschool he'd always spared you a smile and because of it you had harbored a silly crush. His disdain for the "popular" kids was no secret, but he'd treated everyone else with basic kindness.

“I don’t even remember doing it,” Eddie murmured close to your ear. His voice was weak, shaken, a far cry from his usual boisterous nature. He sounded scared. Lost. “He found me in the woods, right after… I didn’t mean to.”

His eyes were pleading. For understanding? Forgiveness? Maybe just for you not to scramble up and run as far away as you could, leaving him bloody and alone. You reached out to stroke the lines of his cheek with trembling fingers. “Didn’t mean to do what, Eddie?”

Your voice shook as his cool breath fanned across your jaw, as he dragged himself over you and settled his weight on top of you. Your head spun, pulled in too many directions. How many times had you imagined this back in highschool? How many times had you thought about being brave and telling him that he was the best thing about Hawkins, aside from Robin, that thoughts of him had kept you up at night?

Again that sense of utter wrongness settled over you and the apprehension had you feeling skittish. His hair tickled your face as the wind shifted and you felt him go rigid above you, his hands gripping hard at your thighs as he fought to hold still. “To be a monster.”

You pulled back to look at him, brushing the hair from his face, hands cradling his jaw. “Eddie, you are not a monster, okay? Whatever happened here, we can figure it out. But you are not a monster.” Were you crazy for thinking so? Probably. But what you knew about Eddie Munson, romanticized schoolgirl fantasies or not, led you to truly believe that he was in no way some kind of beast.

“Then why do I feel like this?” Gone was the warm, familiar brown of his eyes, swallowed up by so much black. His gaze was locked on your mouth, darting between your lips and your throat, and when he spoke you saw the pointed tips of his canines, elongated in the light of the moon, and again your brain blared a single word at you.

Vampire.

Pulling in a trembling breath, your chest brushed his. You felt the air go still, the tension between you snapping. “I’m sorry,” he said with a whimper and then his mouth was at your neck, pain blooming hot and sudden. You shrieked, slapping at his shoulders and digging your heels into the soft ground, trying desperately to put distance between you. He snarled, the sound closer to something an animal would make and you realized that in this moment he might as well be a predator defending his kill.

Slowly, and then all at once, the agony shifted, becoming softer and melting into something decadent. There was a soft pulling sensation and the rasp of his tongue over your sensitive skin had you arching beneath him, all thoughts of escape floating from your mind. One of his hands dragged up your thigh and over the cage of your ribs to hold you still, the other moved your leg so he could settle more comfortably between your thighs. The world took on a dreamy sort of quality, delicate around the edges as everything began to go quiet. All you felt was Eddie’s mouth, his large hands, the way he began to grow hard against your center. The artfully ripped tights you wore beneath your skirt were hardly a barrier and you couldn’t help but roll your hips against him, moaning softly at the way he thrust forward in slow, dragging movements.

Sensation pulled at you, tendrils of want tugging you deeper into that waiting darkness. Your mind went deliciously blank, everything fading but the stroke of his tongue that matched the heartbeat between your legs. You found yourself all too eager to let go, to succumb to whatever it was that had you forgetting yourself, your nerves and better judgement. You could lie there for hours, all night, forever, but some lingering spark of self preservation flared within the darkening recesses of your mind.

“Eddie.” It was a feeble protest, barely audible over the sound of the wind caressing the leaves or his contented growls at your throat. “Eddie, stop. Not here.” When he didn’t respond you pulled yourself together as best you could and reached down, pinching the meat of his thigh. He yelped, the sound so out of place that a startled laugh burst from your throat, an almost hysterical sound. When he pulled away the moonlight caught in the fresh blood smeared across his mouth and jaw - your blood. The thought was staggering and for a moment you felt even more lightheaded, the trees above swaying as you sagged back against Andy.

Andy!

You shoved away from his body, untangling yourself from Eddie and shooting to your feet. Reaching up, you touched your neck gingerly. Your fingers came away red, shining, and you lurched forward. Eddie shoved himself from the ground, his hands coming to steady you, gripping your elbows gently. He glanced down at Andy, too many emotions flashing across his dark eyes to name. You turned, placing your body between them and retreating until your back rested against Eddie’s chest. Cocking your head, you surveyed the area, taking in the details you had missed earlier.

“Animal,” you said as it all clicked in your mind, the solution fitting together like puzzle pieces.

“What?” His voice was hoarse, raw.

“It looks like an animal got him,” you elaborated and felt Eddie go tense behind you. “Hey.” You turned and took his hand. It was cold against your palm and you could feel his hesitation as you brushed your thumb across the delicate skin. “Munson, look at me.”

With a shudder, Eddie lifted his gaze to meet yours, his head ducked and his body tensed as if to run.

“I don’t know what the hell is going on, but I know you. And you’re not an animal, or a monster, or whatever else this bullshit town has been claiming. Even with all of… this.” You kicked some leaves over Andy’s body and turned back to Eddie. “We can figure this out. Will you let me help you?”

When he finally nodded, you twined your fingers with his and tugged gently. “Come on, then. Let’s get you somewhere safe.”

You led Eddie to your parents’ house, relieved that they’d chosen this week to take the cruise your mom had always droned on about. Even with having the whole basement recently converted into an apartment for you, bringing a wanted fugitive home would have invited all sorts of questions you weren’t sure you had the answers to.

Eddie looked even more lost inside, his hair tangled and torn, bloody, mud-streaked clothing jarring against the respectable wallpaper and aggressive cleanliness of your parents’ home. He startled when you opened the basement door and a shadow streaked through it, racing toward the two of you.

“It’s okay, it’s just my cat.”

The little black creature in question trotted into the light with an inquisitive “mrrp” and wound around your legs.

Eddie relaxed beside you. After a moment he crouched down and held his fingers out for the cat to sniff. “What’s his name?”

“Jonathan Barker.” When Eddie stared incredulously up at you you shrugged. “I was on a horror classics kick.”

“But Barker? I uh, don’t know if you’ve noticed, but he’s a cat.”

“What’s your point?”

“… Fair enough.” He chuckled, a little faintly, but amused all the same. Your heart lifted at the sheer familiarity of the sound. Jonathan Barker rubbed his cheek against the ripped denim at Eddie’s knee but darted away when Eddie reached to pet him. “Fine,” Eddie scoffed, unconvincingly. “I’m more of a dog person anyway.”

“Be nice, he’s had a hard life. I found him by the side of the road when he was a kitten and he’s always been a little skittish.” Jonathan Barker stared at Eddie with wide eyes from his perch on the back of the couch, as if agreeing with you.

Eddie fell quiet again as you led him down the creaking stairs and into your basement apartment. It was easier to breathe there, surrounded by battered pieces of mismatched yet comfortable furniture, Joy Division and Patti Smith posters, stacks of well-thumbed paperback books, milk crates full of albums and cassettes, and houseplants crowding every window well. The conversion had been your parents’ condition when you’d told them you needed some time off school. Your mother had already turned your room into a home gym and “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable down there, dear? You’ll have more room for all your… interests.”

Part of you suspected they were a little relieved to have you neatly tucked out of sight.

You moved towards the small kitchen area with the vague idea of making tea on the little hot plate. Having a task to focus on kept your mind from racing about what on earth you and Eddie were going to do next. You busied yourself with the familiar ritual for the next few minutes, giving both of you time to think. By the time you set a steaming ceramic mug in front of Eddie, his expression was less wild, his frame less taut with that kinetic, restless energy. He wrapped his hands around the mug’s warmth and didn’t quite meet your eyes as he asked “So, what happens now?” He took an experimental sip but pulled a face. At the flavor, you wondered? Or his attempt to get something other than blood into his system?

“Well, we should probably get you cleaned up,” you said softly, taking in the shadows beneath his eyes, the blood crusted across his face and neck. Dirt clung to him like a second skin and you could see how uncomfortable he was beneath the grime. You abandoned your mug on the counter, pushing off and walking across the room toward the closet by the bathroom and pulled down a few fluffy towels. Eddie’s shuffling footsteps followed you into the little room, and he stopped in the doorway while you turned the hot water knob. You moved to face him, finding him staring straight ahead, his brows bunched in confusion. Turning, you tracked his line of sight toward the mirror, his dirty image reflected back.

“I wasn’t sure I would actually show up,” he mumbled, reaching up and dragging his fingers over his cheek.

“Silver,” you said, watching him watch you.

“What?”

You shrugged. “Mirrors used to be backed in silver and the myth goes that silver is detrimental to…,” you paused as his eyes narrowed and waved your hands to dispel the building tension. “Well, you know. You’ll show up in pictures too,” you chirped, hoping to lighten the mood.

“How did you become the vampire expert?” A heavy brow rose and you fought the urge to fold your shoulders, to make yourself smaller under his gaze.

“I read a lot,” you snapped, suddenly defensive. After a long moment he nodded, shrugging off his vest. You startled when it hit the ground, heavy pins clattering against the tile, and turned to leave. His cold fingers wrapped tight around your wrist, stopping you from sliding past him.

Again, his eyes were pleading, soft and dark and lovely. “Stay,” he asked, “please.”

You thought the rapidfire emotional changes would give you whiplash, but you nodded, exhaling sharply, and reached for the hem of his shirt. He raised his arms and you pulled it over his head, dropping it to lie with his vest. Angry marks were scattered across his torso, red and welted and poorly healed. A gasp escaped your mouth as you took it in, reaching forward and gingerly trailing your fingers over the wounds. “Eddie, what happened to you?” Your voice was hushed, quiet as the steam from the shower began to cloud in the small space.

“It’s all a little blurry,” he murmured, his hands going for the buckle of his belt. He unclasped the mini handcuffs that held it together, deft fingers quickly working open the button of his jeans. Your eyes snapped back to his and you found him watching you hungrily. A chill danced up your spine at the sight, a mix of cold fear and delicious anticipation. You realized he was trying to distract you, obviously not wanting to answer the question. So you let him.

He side stepped you and you turned, not looking away and letting him press you against the door. The small of your back hit the wood and he kept coming, cocking his head as he crowded into your space. Reaching out, you rested your hands against his chest, your eyes going wide when you registered that there was no heartbeat against your palm. Eddie didn’t seem to notice as he leaned forward, a smug grin stretched across his mouth.

You wanted this. And it was obvious that he wanted it too, but it was almost too much right now and your head was spinning. “Give me your rings,” you murmured hurriedly, grasping for an excuse to take a moment and collect your thoughts. You tugged your lip between your teeth and he quirked a brow at you. “I’ll get them cleaned up for you.” His smirk softened into a smile and he stepped back, pulling them off one by one. The silver had burned him, leaving behind painful looking bruises and charred skin. You refused to react, knowing that he wouldn’t want your pity, and held out your hand for him to drop them into. They clinked together as you caught them and you pushed him lightly toward the shower. Eddie turned, dropping his pants and you couldn’t help but glance at his ass as he pulled back the curtain and stepped into the tub.

Gathering his filthy clothes, you pulled the door closed softly and padded back into the living room to toss his things into the washing machine, carefully undoing the clasps of his pins and setting them aside for safe-keeping. You set it to start before heading to the sink to get Eddie’s rings cleaned up. Soap, water, and some scrubbing had them shining again and you avoided thinking too hard about the fact that you were scrubbing human flesh from the metal. When you had finished, you flopped onto the couch and reached for the clear coat nail polish you kept on the side table next to your favorite bottle of black. You painted the clear gel over the silver, hoping it would form enough of a barrier to keep them from burning him again. His rings were as much a part of his persona as his vest and his wild halo of hair, and more than anything right now, he needed something comfortable and familiar.

To be fair, so did you. Once the rings were safely coated in a protective layer of nail polish and drying on your coffee table, you rose, stretched, and padded over to your dresser, opening the second drawer and pulling out a baggy t-shirt. You stripped, leaving your dirty clothes in a pile, and pulled the worn fabric over your head before heading for your record player. Soon, the driving synthetic beat and rough-edged vocals of the Psychedelic Furs drifted through the space.

“Forever Now? I guess that’s fitting.”

You whirled around, surprised to see Eddie leaning against the door jam, a towel around his waist and his arms wrapped around himself. Dark tendrils of hair framed his face in damp curls and his skin was scrubbed an angry pink, but he looked somewhat more settled, his brown eyes clearer.

“I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Oh, I’m just full of surprises now.” He lifted his brows in a sarcastic show of being impressed with his own new abilities, even as he wrapped his arms more tightly around himself. “I uh, seem to have misplaced my clothes.”

“They’re in the wash. That Hellfire shirt might be a lost cause but I think I managed to save everything else. Come sit.” You jerked your head at the empty cushion beside you.

Eddie pushed off the wall and dropped beside you, carefully leaving space between you that crackled with things unsaid.

“How are you feeling?”

“I don’t even know.” Eddie scrubbed a large palm over his face. “More like myself, I guess? But still…”

“Hungry?”

“Yeah.” You hated the lingering note of shame in his voice.

You swallowed but squared your shoulders. “We can fix that.”

His dark eyes snapped to yours. “No.”

“Eddie, it’s fine - “

“Jesus, no it isn’t!” You blinked at his outburst but he forged ahead. “I killed someone. I could have killed you.”

“Andy?”

“Don’t tell me I killed more of the basketball team.”

“Eddie, listen.” You lifted a hand to cup his cheek, to turn his face towards yours to make sure he heard you loud and clear. “That guy was a dick. He was probably out hunting you with his buddies, from what I’ve been hearing. If he didn’t attack you first, he would have and believe me, he wouldn’t have lost any sleep over it.” You shrugged dismissively and added “Besides, he tried to feel me up at a party last year. Fuck that guy, you did the world a favor.”

Eddie’s eyes narrowed, his lip curling back and he opened his mouth to speak. You stopped him, pressing your fingers to his full mouth. He swallowed his reply, simply mumbling, “What a dick.”

You nodded, giving him a small smile and turning to face him more fully.

Eddie moved closer, his thigh pressed to your own. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured, even as he raked his gaze down your throat. His fingertips brushed the hair from your neck and you shivered.

“What if I told you I liked it?” Your voice trembled, the confession making you feel unaccountably vulnerable, more exposed than even the hungry way Eddie eyed you.

“Jesus, Briar.” He shuddered and dragged his open mouth against your skin. His lips moved in a gentle kiss, a far cry from the searing torrent you craved.

“Why Briar?” It came out as a gasp as you twisted in his arms to climb into his lap.

“Because you found me in the forest. You caught me when I was spinning. Don’t let go.” Eddie’s tender hold tightened and his teeth sank into the delicate skin of your throat.

You tipped your head back and tangled your fingers in his hair. “I w-wanted this before today, you know. Always meant to say something, back in school.”

His lips still locked to your pulse point, Eddie made a questioning sound deep in his throat as if to ask Why didn’t you?

“The usual bullshit,” you hedged before adding, “I was scared.

Eddie pulled away at that, his mouth stained red and his brows lifted. “You’re not now?”

“I was,” you admitted. “Back in the woods when I found you. But then you opened your eyes.”

His eyes widened, something like awe lighting their brown depths.

His surprise would have been sweet if it didn’t wrench your heart to think someone caring for him in that way would be so astonishing. The thought snapped the tether holding you back and you leaned in to capture his lips in a kiss. The taste of copper burst on your tongue but beyond that shock it was simply him. His lips were surprisingly soft against your own, his eager mouth swallowing your shared groan, his tongue gliding against yours as he twisted and bore you down onto the sofa cushions.

He cleared his throat, nuzzling your cheek. "I don't think I can be gentle with you."

"I don't want you to," you murmured, twisting beneath him to pull him more fully on top of you. He drove a knee between your thighs and you couldn't help but grind against him as he licked a stripe up the column of your neck. His teeth scraped softly against your skin, his tongue following to lap up the thin line of blood that beaded there. Then he was grabbing you, his fingers digging into the meat of your waist and you clung to him, your nails trailing furrows down his back.

"Please," he whispered, his voice strained as you rubbed against him like a cat.

"Yes." You made sure to keep your voice steady, threading your fingers through his hair and tilting your head to the side. He inhaled, hissing your name, his breath chilly on your skin. You yelped when his teeth broke the skin once more, pain flaring through you before easing into something delicious, something sinful and indulgent. Your head dropped back and Eddie cradled the back of your neck, holding you still. He rolled his hips against you and you trailed your fingers over the expanse of his chest, down his abdomen to the hem of the towel. He growled and something in you snapped at the sound, wild, needy, and hot. You pulled impatiently at the loose knot at his hip and the towel fell away, his length twitching in your hand.

Eddie pulled away at your first stroke of his cock, red smeared across his mouth and down his chin. And when he kissed you, you tasted the metallic tang of your own blood. Your hand tightened around him and the sound he made was close to a snarl as he leaned forward and licked at the mess he'd made of your neck, trailing his hand down your body to rub against your center. You bucked your hips forward, searching out his touch and he obliged quickly, pushing your underwear to the side, finding you already wet for him. His thumb brushed your clit and you gasped, your back arching off the couch.

"More," you groaned between clenched teeth, hitching one leg higher on his waist. Two thick fingers pierced you as he placed wet, open mouthed kisses to your chest, licking at the hollow of your clavicle and mumbling your name. He pressed his hips forward, thrusting into the tight grip of your fist.

His fingers were cool against your heated flesh, soothing you even as he made you writhe and buck beneath his hand. You felt loose, wanton, and need coiled in your belly as you whimpered for his touch.

“Shit,” Eddie hissed. “You’re so fucking warm.”

You clasped the back of his neck and pulled him closer as you guided his cock where you needed it most. Both of you groaned when he fitted the blunt, swollen tip at your entrance. The stretch was delicious, a promise of even more to come and oh, you wanted him to fill you. Your fingers still wrapped around his length, you squeezed, pulling him deeper inside you. His breath fanned loud and ragged against your ear as he fought to maintain control.

At least, until you met his eyes and whispered “Please.”

With a snarl, Eddie buried himself inside you. The force of it shoved you up the cushions until you reached a hand back to brace yourself against the arm of the sofa. Just as desperate to keep you still, to hold you down and claim you, Eddie seized your hips tight enough to bruise.

“Fucking vixen,” he rasped, the hint of a smirk in his voice. “So tight. So fucking good.”

His praise lit a fire in you and you matched him thrust for thrust, moaning every time his thick cock pushed inside you, stretching you until you thought you would split apart. You realized you had never wanted anyone this much, been this aroused. It stripped any sense of shyness or hesitance away, leaving you free to give yourself over to him in whatever way he wanted.

“Oh fuck, you feel so good. Fuck me harder, Eddie please. Don’t stop, don't stop,” you chanted, babbling mindlessly. Dimly, you were aware of the arousal leaking from you, smearing your thighs and urging Eddie to take you harder, faster, more.

Eddie reached between you, his thick fingers rubbing slick, tight circles against your clit. You were so wet you could hear it and it was obscenely hot, winding you up tighter and tighter. Your breath caught in your throat and you keened, a wild, animal sound you’d never made before. “That’s it, baby,” he urged. “Let yourself go. I’ve got you.”

“Please, please, please,” you whispered, your voice ragged, unsure of what you were begging for but desperate for more, for whatever this was to never end. Eddie’s mouth was back at your throat, his teeth piercing your skin, and the sharp sting of pain threw you over the edge. Your orgasm bloomed through you, violent in its intensity and you shouted his name, biting down on his shoulder to muffle the sound.

“No, I want to hear you,” he mumbled against your throat, his thrusts deep and uneven as he fought to hold back his own end.

You whimpered his name, the overstimulation threatening to overwhelm you as he kept rubbing lazy circles against your clit. Your hands tangled in his hair, yanking his mouth to yours. Ignoring the shock of pain at your neck as his teeth ripped away from your skin, you licked into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue and moaning. He followed you over the edge, coming hot and deep with a grunt of your name, his fingers digging bruises into the flesh at your hips.

After what felt like an eternity, your heart rate slowed and your breathing calmed. You shivered, Eddie’s cool skin against the sheen of sweat that coated your body sending goosebumps erupting over your arms and legs. Nudging him gently, you moved from beneath him, but his hand caught your wrist as you stood. His eyes were soft when he looked up at you, pleading and nervous.

“I need a shower,” you answered the unasked question. He pushed off the couch and followed you to the bathroom, a shadow at your back.

You turned the water to hot, praying to whatever god that listened that it would be enough to ease the aches and knots that had started twisting your muscles. Turning to face Eddie, you gathered his hair up in a knot at the top of his head and secured it with a hair tie, a few riotous curls escaping to frame his face. He quirked a brow at you and you shrugged. “No sense in getting it wet again.”

—

After your shower you lay in bed, your limbs tangled with Eddie’s. Kate Bush played softly in the background and Eddie dragged his fingertips across your scalp, slowly easing the headache that had begun to pound at your temples. You were tired, exhausted even, but you were afraid to close your eyes, terrified that if you did, he would simply disappear.

“We should probably talk about, well… everything,” he said softly.

“Yeah,” you mumbled in agreement. The unsaid questions hung heavy in the air.

What the hell happened to you?

What’s really going on in Hawkins?

Do you feel this too?

After a pause, you ventured “Can it wait until tomorrow?”

You could feel the tension leaking out of Eddie, disappearing like smoke as he relaxed into your arms. “Oh, absolutely.” He mumbled it into your shoulder, pressing lazy, open mouthed kisses to any skin he could reach. You did the same, slipping in and out of sleep, drawn back by the need to reassure yourself that he was still there, to keep mapping his body in the dark.

You finally drifted off with his weight comfortably above you and your arms around his waist, each clinging to the other in a silent promise.

I’m here.

You’re safe.

I’ve got you.

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Moonlight - Chapter Fourteen

A woman’s life is turned completely upside-down when she encounters some demons in the woods.

I will be putting specific warnings for each chapter as they come out, there is smut and violence in some but I'll tag those chapters accordingly.

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31k Words - Warnings: Drug use

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Smoke

A dull ache had been steadily growing in Elijah's chest ever since the wedding. At first, he thought it was for Hayley, a deep loss he was working through. But when he closed his eyes at night, all he could see was Emma's face.

When Esther cracked open his red door, the memory of Emma was the first thing to come through. So profound was losing her that he completely hid her away, forgetting her very existence for centuries. He hated himself for what he did to her, plucking a perfect flower and grinding it into dust, then discarding the memory of her because he couldn't handle the guilt.

When he saw her at the wedding, his mind was so fractured he wasn't sure she was even real. At first, he believed she was just a hallucination he conjured to help him get through a dark day. So much else was going on; Klaus continued nonsense, his heart breaking over Hayley. Then, there she was, his Emma, more beautiful than his memory could ever detail. For a brief moment when he held her in his arms, all his problems melted away, and they were back in the clearing, speaking of soft things.

Then she disappeared again, and it was once again all his fault. Too distracted by his own pain to see hers.

After moving to Algiers, he spent most of his free time searching for her. Marcel and his vampire rabble were useless in this regard. The only clue he had that she was still in the city was from Cami, who told him that she saw Emma at Rousseau's a few times.

After many weeks, he had given up and assumed she had left the city. He started taking long walks at night; the lively nightlife was always a welcome respite from his dark thoughts.

On this particular evening, the humidity of the day had lingered after the sunset, creating a hushed blanket of fog over the city. People lazily strolled the streets, too warm to do anything more.

He was taking his usual route when he heard the annoying sound of bass reverberating from a car. He moved to the side of the street, listening to the car get closer, music blasting so loudly it made everything around it shake. He expected the car to zoom by him, but it slowed down and began cruising next to him, matching his pace. His annoyance grew, wondering if the inconsiderate fool harassing him knew how easily he could rip them apart. He turned to look at the driver, a deadly glare on his face.

"Wanna go for a ride? hot stuff," Emma chuckled. She was leaning out the car window, a cigarette in her hand. Her dark hair framed her perfect face, red lips curled into a wide smile. For weeks he had been looking for her, only for her to find him again.

"Emma, what are you doing out here?" He asked, stunned by her sudden appearance.

"Driving," she responded, taking one last drag of her cigarette and throwing it on the ground next to him. "Are you going to get in?" She asked.

Elijah's feet took him to the passenger-side door before his mind could catch up. After he took a seat, he looked her up and down; she was singing along to the lyrics of the vulgar rap song she was blasting. She turned down the music and looked at him, a cheeky smile on her face.

"Something to say?" She asked, looking him up and down.

"You are nothing like I remember," he chuckled.

"It has been almost nine hundred years, darling," Emma laughed. "What did you expect?"

She had a point, what did he expect? The sweet girl he fell for in the clearing who wasn't allowed to read?

She was watching him with intensity, her eyes lingering on his own before looking away.

"I've been looking for you," he said, sincerity in his voice. "I'm sorry about my behavior at the wedding."

"I dropped back into your life unexpectedly after centuries apart. You have nothing to be sorry about," she replied, her tone gentle and understanding.

He reached out and took her hand, bringing it to his lips; she smiled sweetly at his gesture.

"What are you doing tonight?" She inquired, as he let go of her hand.

"Nothing," he shrugged, intrigued by her sudden interest.

"Want to go to a house party with me?" She asked.

"A… house party?" He repeated, slightly bemused.

"Yeah, it's like a gala or a ball. But actually fun," she teased, letting out a soft laugh.

Without waiting for a response, she started driving them away into the night, the city lights reflecting in her eyes. He observed her outfit; she was wearing a black long-sleeve dress that went to her mid-thigh, with expensive leather boots that went to her knees. She gave him a side glance, a knowing smile forming on her face.

"How's the family?" Emma asked, her eyes briefly meeting him before returning to the road.

"Finn and Kol are dead, Rebekah is in a new body, and Klaus is Klaus," he replied, turning his gaze to the window.

"I'm sorry to hear that," she said genuinely, her voice carrying a touch of sympathy. "Rebekah was so sweet to me and Kol was a lot of fun."

"I recall you and Kol getting into all sorts of trouble," Elijah remarked. "Didn't you get him to compel a man to strip naked and sell all his clothes to you?"

Emma burst into laughter, a vivid memory playing in her mind. Then, her expression turned slightly guilty. "Yeah, that wasn't very kind of me."

They parked outside a high-rise. Emma pulled down the driver mirror to check her appearance, then noticed Elijah watching her and gave him a wink. She got out of the car and stretched, then moved to the back door on the passenger side. He got out, waiting for her to finish rummaging under the backseat. She then pulled out an unopened bottle of whiskey.

"Here, hold this," she said, handing the bottle to him. With his hands occupied, she started undoing his tie. He looked down at her with dark eyes, enjoying the moment of closeness.

"Elijah Mikaelson, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you are into me," she smiled, slowly pulling the tie off his neck while maintaining eye contact. She tossed his tie into the backseat, then took the bottle from his hands.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked.

"Because you don't wear a suit to a house party," Emma responded.

"That's not what I meant," he said flatly.

"You need it. Now, take off your jacket," she replied. He pulled it off and handed it to her, and she tossed it in the back with his tie.

"Better," she said, then walked past him toward the front door of the building. He followed wordlessly, trying not to stare at her lovely backside.

"What do you think I need?" he inquired, his voice low with intrigue.

"You always try to fix what's broken in other people," She opened the front door and held it open for him. "It's time for someone to do that for you."

Is it that obvious that I'm broken, he thought. The way she looked at him made him feel so vulnerable, like she could see right through him. So much time had passed without her, yet she seemed to understand him intrinsically. But he didn't want her to see the truth of him, that he really was a demon. A monster who picked the wings off every beautiful butterfly he found.

"Stop it," she said softly, looking at him as they got on the elevator. "Whatever is eating you up inside, it's written all over your face."

"I don't want to talk about it," he said, looking down at his feet.

"That's alright," she responded. She took a step forward and reached for his shirt, unbuttoning the first few buttons then smoothing her hands across his shoulders. "Make me a promise," she asked, looking up at him.

He nodded, her touch suddenly making it hard to speak.

"Try and have fun tonight," she said, giving him a sweet smile. "It will do you good."

Elijah could hear the whispers begin as soon as they walked in. Patrons gave them stolen glances as they passed.

"I would have thought partying with a bunch of baby vampires was beneath you," he murmured to Emma.

She let out an exaggerated gasp and turned to him, her eyes widening in mock surprise. "Oh, vampires here? How utterly shocking," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. She pressed a hand playfully into his chest, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Will you protect me?" she asked in a girly voice before breaking into a playful smirk. She then backed away and effortlessly flicked the cap off the bottle of whiskey.

He took the bottle from her hand, his movements smooth and confident. Leaning in, he whispered in her ear, his voice a low, velvet growl. "I did promise I'd attempt to enjoy myself, but even I have my boundaries," he said, his playful tone laced with a hint of seriousness. "I won't indulge straight from the bottle. Let's at least use proper glasses." With that, he made his way to the kitchen with the whiskey in hand.

He returned to the main room, glasses in hand, looking for her. He focused his hearing, trying to locate her, but didn't pick up anything. He continued through to the next room, partygoers parting around him like the sea.

Bright neon nights and smoke obscured his vision, the sound of electronic drums and synths drowned out all other noise. A woman was singing a slow love song into a mike, a pleasant contrast to the background music. A group of listeners were gathered around her, swaying gently to the song, others were dancing raucously to the synths.

He picked up on Emma's voice from across the room, and started heading in her direction.

"Are you a new one? I haven't seen you around here before," said a man.

"I'm new around here," Emma replied, her voice soft and breathy.

"I can help you out, teach you a thing or two," the man responded.

"Really?" She replied, with perfect sincerity.

"Absolutely, beautiful. I've been around for a while. Know lots of people, even Marcel," he said in a confident tone.

"The king? That's so cool." She replied without a hint of sarcasm.

"I can even help you get a daylight ring," he said.

"Wow, you have a daylight ring?" she said in amazement.

Elijah could see the young vampire sitting close to Emma, his hand on her thigh. He was leaning in to whisper in her ear. Mild jealousy bubbled in his chest, even though it was unfair for him to feel that way.

He approached them, handing Emma her drink and sitting on the other side of her. He placed a possessive hand on her waist, staring intensely at the man.

The man's face completely drained of color when he saw Elijah. Emma was still looking at the young vampire, her mouth twitching as she tried to control her laughter.

"Elijah Mikaelson… I… uh… oh, there's my friend," the young one said, getting up and walking away as fast as possible.

Emma burst out laughing, casually placing her hand on Elijah's knee and taking a sip of her drink as she watched the young one scurry away.

"I see you are still fond of torture," he said, pulling her closer to him, his hand resting casually at the base of her neck.

She leaned into his side, watching the singer belt out another slow love song.

"Torture? No. I was just teaching that young man a life lesson," she chuckled.

She turned to look at him, the neon lights illuminating her perfect face. "Are you having fun yet?" She asked, giving him a curious smile.

"Perhaps after a few more of these," he said, holding up his drink.

She rolled her eyes and pulled something out of her bra. It was a small plastic baggie with a few pink pills in it.

"Emma," he admonished, "No."

"Over one thousand years roaming this earth and you never learned how to have fun," she chuckled.

"I'm not a degenerate drug user," he said seriously.

"Right, you just eat people and occasionally rip hearts out," she responded, her tone teasing. "What's more degenerate?"

"I don't think it's wise for me to alter my mental state presently," he responded.

Emma turned to look into his eyes, leaning close to ensure no one else could hear. "MDMA can help reduce anxiety," she said quietly. "It helped me; it could help you."

"I could lose control and hurt you," he whispered back, his concern evident.

"I won't let you lose control," she reassured him, her hand gently touching his cheek. "I can guide you through it."

Elijah let out a long sigh, hoping he wouldn't regret this. "Fine."

The time began to pass in a strange manner, as if he was blinking too slowly and excessively. He felt the music in his muscles, and could feel laughter in the air. He found himself on the dance floor, his arms wrapped around Emma's waist.

"Your eyes are mesmerizing," he said, looking down at her in awe.

She smiled, running her hands through his hair as they moved together. All his anger, pain, and guilt had completely dissolved; all he could feel was bliss. Emma was right, he needed this.

"That feels amazing," he whispered, closing his eyes as waves of euphoria crashed over him.

"There's my Elijah," she said softly, gently caressing the creases that formed around his eyes when he smiled.

In the haze of euphoria, he found himself transported to a different place and time. They were standing in the doorway of her old house, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. It was reminiscent of the night he had first fallen in love with her, the memory etched into his mind like a cherished painting.

Yet, the intoxicating high was abruptly shattered by a jarring shift in his perception. The moonlight turned crimson, casting eerie shadows across Emma's face. Blood oozed from her hairline, staining her skin as if the moon itself wept tears of red. Her face transformed into that of his first love, someone he had killed. She clutched at her neck as blood poured from it, her screams and pleas overwhelming his senses.

Emma was pulled into his mind, facing a red door. In her peripheral vision, a woman darted past her, begging for mercy before Elijah tore her throat out. Emma turned away, only to see another version of him leaning over a bathtub, howling in pain, cradling a dead woman's body in his arms. A loud bang echoed as the door slammed open behind her. Emma turned around to see Elijah covered in blood, walking toward her with a cold expression and pitch-black eyes. She reached out, pressing a hand against his chest to halt him, gently touching the skin around his eyes as veins danced around them. "It's alright, dark one," she whispered.

"I'm a demon who plucks the wings off every beautiful butterfly he finds," he growled, attempting to push her away, consumed by a thirst for blood that clouded his reasoning. She held onto him tightly, her strength nearly matching his own and her control far superior.

"You never plucked my wings; you freed me from my cocoon," she said softly, pushing him back. "Remember? You saved me."

Elijah recalled the look on Tomas's face before he snapped his neck. He enjoyed killing Tomas, never regretting it for a moment. He remembered the way Emma looked on the floor, helpless and dying. I did save her, he thought.

"Elijah," she said gently, "do you remember when I showed you the horses at sunset?"

Her words cut through the torrent of his thoughts, transporting him back to the peaceful memory they shared. The golden hues of the setting sun, the soft neighs of the horses, and the delicate scent of lilacs and mint surrounded him once more. Emma's presence became a lifeline, pulling him back from the abyss behind his red door.

"Yes," he responded.

"Good, picture it in your mind," she whispered. "What did you hear? What did you smell?"

"I could hear the village bell and galloping hooves. I could smell lilacs and mint, the scent of you," he murmured as his hallucinations faded.

"There you go," she said softly, "you're alright, you're in control."

Their eyes met; she had a warm smile on her face and huge pupils from the drugs. She cupped his cheek, and he placed his hand on hers.

They moved together, the world a blur around them until they reached the car. The waves of euphoria washed over him once more, heightening his senses and intensifying his desire for her. Unable to resist the magnetic pull between them, he gently pushed her against the car, the metal cool against her back as his body pressed into hers.

"I want you," he whispered in her ear, then began trailing kisses down her neck.

"Neither of us are fit to drive," she giggled, her hands roaming his chest then gently pushing him away.

Elijah spotted a passerby and, in an instant, compelled them to assist. The unsuspecting individual was pulled into their whirlwind, agreeing to drive them to Elijah's place under his compulsion.

"You should pay for their cab back," Emma chuckled, her figure relaxed against the front door of his building, observing the confusion etched on the driver's face.

"Fuck. Right." Elijah's voice was laced with realization as he swiftly turned back to the stranger. He held the person's shoulders firmly, his eyes locking onto theirs. "You will forget all of this; thank you, here." He pressed a handful of bills into their hand, before hurrying back to Emma, pulling her inside.

"Are you having fun yet?" she teased as they entered his apartment, her voice a playful lilt.

"Absolutely," he replied, his smile wide and genuine. Guiding her to the sofa, he settled down, bringing her onto his lap. Her legs wrapped around his hips. His eyes, filled with desire, lingered on her lips, mere inches away from his.

"Good," she murmured, her hands tracing the contours of his neck and jaw.

Elijah leaned in, eager to capture her lips with his own, but she prevented him from doing so by holding onto his hair.

"Do you want to kiss me?" she asked, saying it in the exact same way she had almost a millennium ago.

"Yes," he whispered, his eyes meeting hers.

"I don't think that's wise," she responded, a gentle smile on her face.

"I don't care," he responded teasingly.

"I do," she said softly, pushing herself off of him. She turned away, her silhouette framed by the moonlight streaming through the window, casting a gentle glow on her features as she looked down at the city below.

"Emma," he said gently, his voice a caress as he moved to stand behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing tender kisses onto her shoulder.

"I have always loved you, Elijah," she whispered, leaning into his embrace. "But I'm not going to sleep with you. You needed a friend tonight, not a lover."

"Why not both?" he murmured, his lips tracing a delicate path up her neck.

"That's just the drugs talking," she chuckled, her tone a mixture of amusement and fondness, as she gently moved away from him.

He reached out, his hand grasping hers in an attempt to pull her close once more, but she shook her head gently, her resolve unwavering.

"Good night, dark one," she said, her words laced with both tenderness and finality, before turning away and walking out the door, leaving him standing there, bathed in the soft moonlight.

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shelbgrey · 5 months

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Hi, I saw you were taking requests for once upon a time, can a I request this prompt “You saw the good in me when no one else did...so thank you” with August and maybe some smut? Thank you!

Hidden secrets(August Booth)

Paring: August Booth x Hopper!Reader, Archie Hopper x Daughter!Reader

Summary: august has been writing all day and his girlfriend wants his attention prompt: 1.9) “You saw the good in me when no one else did...so thank you”

AU! Where Gepetto finds out Archie was involved with his parents death and hasn't forgiven Archie since. August and y/n have to keep their relationship a secret because of their feuding fathers.

Warrings: SMUT! Teasing, Dry humping, slight hand job, female reader, unprotected sex, slight dirty talk?

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“dad, I'm going out” I said, peaking my head into his office. Pongo sat up from his bed next to mu dad's desk and greeted me with a nudge of his black nose and his waging tail. My dad looked up from the file he was reading and smiled.

“where are you going if you don't mind me asking?” my father asked kindly. That was the problem, he was too kind and it killed me to lie to him. The secret keeping wasn't exactly his fault, he hated the on going feud just as much as August and I did.

It was bad enough my dad still felt guilty about Gepetto's parents and when the secret was revealed he tunred on my father then making me and August Storybrooke's very own Romeo and Juliette, which sucks beacuse I hate Shakespeare. I'm sure my father would be supportive, because he's nothing less than loyal and kind, but me and August both agreed to keep our love a secret.

“going out with Ruby” I quickly lied which ment I'd have to shoot her a text, asking her to cover my ass. My dad nodded and waved good bye. “okay, love you Bug”

“love you too” I said and quickly left to meet up with August.

We met up at the toll bridge like we always did. “hey, beautiful” August smirked and handed me the spare helmet beofer claiming on the back of his motorcycle. The helmet I wore covered my face completely, it was a safety thing and he never let me get on the back of his bike without it. But if I was on the back of it no one in Storybrooke knew who I was and trust me the people of Storybrooke wanted to know who August was riding around town with.

No one knew about us except Ruby and Emma. Ruby knew because she was my best friend and I'd never lie to her and emma just found out by mistake, she had walked in on us one time because August forgot to lock the door to his place.

It didn't matter that there was nothing to do in town, it was nice just to hold on to him as we road around Storybrooke on his bike. With the helmets on we were just a couple without any worries, and we didn't have to deal with our his father.

We made a few laps around town then went threw the woods once before getting some food at Granny's. We could go in there and no one would question it, we got our usual spot which was in the very back and ate before heading back to his place to relax.

--------(3rd pov)--------

Later that afternoon August and y/n retired to his apartment to relax and so August could do some writing. The clacking of a typewriter filled August's ears as he concentrated on the story he was working on. His girlfriend of two years sighed as she layed on the bed they shared. It felt cold without him and the lazy day turned into something that dragged. Y/n tossed around in bed a bit before rolling on her stomach and watched August typing away on the typewriter he refused to replace with a computer. “Auggie?”

without looking up he spoke in a tone that said u. Wasn't fully listening. “Yes, Sweetheart?”

Y/n silently rolled out of bed and walked to where his desk stood on the other side of their bedroom. She stood behind the chair he was setting in and ran her hand through his wavy hair then kissed the side of his forehead. “Are you almost done?”

He looks up and sees her behind him. He smiles. "Not even halfway, darling.”

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, hugging him from behind as she placed gentle kisses on his scruffy jaw. “But I'm so bored without you”

a grin spreads across his face. “Oh, you're bored?”

Without thinking, he scooted his chair away from the desk to wrap his arms around her and pulled her down to his lap with a smirk. She got comfortable in his lap, facing him with her legs dangling off the sides of the chair as I straddled his lap. August scooted his chair back to its original place and got back to work, resting his chin on her shoulder so he could continue writing.

his fingers move over the keys as he continues writing, now feeling the warmth of her body against his “I'll let you sit on my lap if you behave”

Y/n shifted in his lap, making sure to brush up against the sensitive area between his legs. She rested her head against his chest, pretending she didn't know what she just did. “I'll behave…”

August bites his lip as he hears her innocent sounding voice as his cheeks slowly turn red. "You better behave…” he leaned forward and continued to type.

She shifted slightly again, purposely grinding against him. August couldn't concentrate on his typing, the warmth between his legs growing increasingly uncomfortable and yet, he couldn't help but enjoy the feeling. His chest rose and fell in tandem with her breaths as he tried to ignore the distraction.

Her soft moans filled his ears, feeling him starting to grow harder. The roughness of his jeans provided a small amount of friction against her short-shorts covered core. Placing his hands on her hips to keep her still, he leaned in close, letting out a low growl "You're going to be in trouble if you keep that up…”

“Sorry... Just trying to get 'comfortable'” she teased, hiding her face in his neck.

August's heart races as her soft breath fanned across his neck. He tries to ignore the growing bulge in his pants, focusing on the story he's telling. His fingers started to fly over the keys, the snapping of the keys getting louder and more aggressive as he got lost in the rhythm of their dance.

August grew harder against her, his erection twitched against where she needed him most, the only thing keeping them apart was her shorts and his jeans. The arousal between them grew as she gripped his t-shirt in her fists, her arousal soaking through her shorts onto his jeans.

August let out a groan as he felt the wetness seeping through his jeans. His fingers falter slightly on the keyboard, but he grits his teeth stubbornly and keeps typing. I smirked, knowing he wasn't gonna give up easily. She kissed his jaw instead of grinded against him.

August shivers at the touch of her lips on his skin. His fingers continue to fly over the keyboard, but his mind is no longer focused on the story he's telling. All he can think about is her body and how much he wants her “you're making this extremely difficult for me…”

“Just trying to give you... Emotional support” she teased as she nipped down his jaw and continued to grinded against him again. The wet patch on his jeans grew bigger. Her breathing quickens as her core ached for him. August groans again as he feels her plush lips on his skin, her body pressing against his. He tries to maintain control, but it's becoming increasingly difficult. He can feel the bulge in his pants growing harder by the second. “you'll be giving me something else if you aren't careful…”

Y/n nipped at the skin under his ear then whispered, “like what?” she grinded against the sensitive area between his legs.

August growls low in his throat, feeling the wetness against the fly of his jeans. He can't help but arch his back into the sensation, stopping his writing momentarily to hold her hips in place as he arched up into hers. She moaned as he arched his back, the zipper of his jeans pressed against her clothed clit.

August bites his lip, feeling the need to give in to the desire building within him. He turned to face her, a hungry look in his eyes. She moaned, got desperate as she moved her hips faster.

August's hands find her waist, pulling her closer to him as he crushes his lips against hers for a brushing, hungry kiss. His tongue sweeps into her mouth, tasting her fully as he pushes his rigid length against the fabric of her shorts.

She moaned against his lips, their tongues fought for the dominance he easily won. She tugged at his hair as their hips grinded against each other, making her grow wetter. As their mouths collided, a wave of heat rushed through him. He deepened the kiss, teasing her tongue with his own. She moaned against his lips, tugging at his hair. August groaned at the sensation as his hand snaked under her shirt, tracing a light pattern over your stomach. "You're making this awfully hard,”

“I could tell” she joked, pulling away from the kiss to look down at his erection pressing against his jeans.

August chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving hers as he reached down to unbuckle his belt and unzipped his jeans. "I'm going to need some help with that," he murmured, taking hold of her hand and guiding it towards his hard length. "Touch me.”

Y/n's heart pounded as she stared into his blue eyes and slowly started to stroke him. His eyes fluttered shut as he tilted back. He let out a low groan as she stroked him, a look of pure lust and desire etched on his features. His breathing grew shallow and his body tensed, his hips jerking slightly in response to her touch.

She pressed her lips against his, her tongue danced with his. The feeling of her lips on his, the taste of her mouth mixed with his own was intoxicating. He groaned against her lips as she continued to stroke him, his hips bucking against her hand in an unconscious response to the pleasure she waw giving him "Fuck,”

Y/n teasingly rubbed her thumb over his leaking tip. His eyes grew wide as and his breath hitched as she teasingly rubbed his leaking tip. He couldn't contain a deep moan, his body shuddering with the effort to keep still "Jesus, baby," he gasped, his voice rough and husky.

She slammed her lips against his for a rough kiss then pulled away. “W-we should go to the bed" y/n whispered against his ear as she continued to jerk him off. He was still in his chair and she was in his lap still.

He nodded, gripping her tighter as he stood up. He kicked the chair aside and carried her to the bed, his heart pounding with excitement and anticipation "God, you're so fucking beautiful,”

He dropped her onto the bed, making her slightly bounce as he climbed on top of her. His pupils were blown with lust, leaving very little blue showing in his eyes. Their eyes locked as she teasingly reached for his cock and stroked him again as he placed his hands on the bed, holding himself over her.

August groaned deeply, his hips jerking involuntarily in response to her touch. His eyes never left hers, the intensity of their gaze mirroring the fire burning within him. "Fuck, baby... I need you so bad,"

Her thighs clinched together at the noises he was making, rubbing her thighs together for some sorta friction and started stroking him faster.

August gritted his teeth, his fingers digging into the sheets as she stroked him faster. He lowered his head, kissing her hungrily, his tongue sweeping into her mouth once more. The sight of her thighs rubbing together was driving him wild. She matched his hungry pace, kissing him and tangling her tongue with his. The grip she held on his cock tightened only slightly as she continued to stroke his leaking tip with her thumb making, His hips bucked violently. His muscles tense as he fought to maintain control. He groaned, his breath hot and ragged against her skin. "Fuck, baby... I can't wait much longer.”

She stroked him faster as she buried her face into his neck, nipping and kissing his neck.

He groaned deeply, his body trembling with the effort to maintain control. "Take off your shorts," he commanded, his hands tightening on her hips. "I need to be inside you now.”

As she let go of his cock, he sat back on his knees at the end of the bed as she frantically tried to pull her shorts down. His cock twitched in anticipation. As soon as they were down around her ankles, he grabbed her hips, pushing her back onto the bed, positioning himself at her entrance.

Y/n moaned as her back hit the bed with some force. Her hands racked into his hair, tugging desperately as his tip rub up against her aching core “A-August”

"Relax, baby," he murmured, his voice rough and low. He dragged his tip down her folds, teasing her.

He chuckled darkly against her neck as he continued to tease y/n like she did to him. “P-please stop teasing” she panted.

August smirked and finally pushed inside her, filling her up in one swift motion. He groaned deeply, his hips meeting y/n's as he began to thrust slowly. “So tight…” he growled against her earlobe.

Y/n let out a loud moan, throwing her head back against the pillow as he stretched her out. August picked up the pace, his hips slapping against hers as he took her hard and fast. His free hand gripped her hip tightly, holding her down while he claimed every inch of her body. “You feel so good…”he panted, his cock throbbing inside her.

Y/n dug her nails into his back and wrapped her legs around his waist as a desperate attempt to hold on as he moved harder and faster. I moaned and whimpered his name as the bed creaked and moved under their movements.

"Fuck..." August groaned, his hips slamming against hers as he lost control. His cock pounded deep inside her, claiming her body as his own. The room was filled with the sounds of their passionate lovemaking and creaking of the bed moving under them.

“A-August!” y/n moaned out as he thrusted into her, hitting her g-spot with force over and over.

"That's it, baby," he growled against her neck as he pounded into her, his hips meeting hers with each thrust as his grip tightened. He pulling her closer, claiming her completely. “You're mine…”

“I'm yours!” y/n moaned.

"fuck yes," he growled, his lips brushing against her neck. His thrusts became harder and faster, his body trembling with the effort to hold back his impending orgasm. Y/n’s moans fueled his passion, driving him to greater heights of desire.

She felt a tight knot forming her stomach, making her heart pounded as she tightened around him every time his tip hit her g-spot. Y/n gripped his shoulders, moaning louder “I'm c-close”

"Cum for me, baby," he groaned, his hips slamming against hers as he thrust deeper and harder. His cock throbbed inside her, seeking release from the intense pleasure coursing through his body.

with one last thrust the knot snapped, triggering her climax. Her head fell back in pleasure as she came hard on his cock “August!”

August let out a hoarse cry, his body trembling as he felt her tighten around him. He thrust one last time, feeling her clench around him as he released himself inside her.

“Mmm…” y/n hummed softly and lovingly as she gently ran her fingers through his messy hair.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered before pressing his lips against her in a slow, passionate kiss. Y/n blushed and kissed him back softly. She moaned against his lips as he slowly pulled out. August let out a soft moan, his cock throbbing from the pleasure. He leaned down to kiss her softly, his eyes locked with her e/c ones. “I love you” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

--------(August's pov)--------

“there you are, where were you, My boy?” my father asked as I walked I to his shop early the next morning. My heart pounded against my chest when he asked my that, I knew I was supposed to remain truthful and selfless if I wanted to remain human. Hell, if I was still a hunck off wood my nose would be a mile long by now. Is it really selfish if I'm protecting y/n? And I'm not lying when I tell my father I was home all night.

“just at my apartment... Doing some writing” still technically not a lie... I was writing untill y/n districted me. I looked into my father's eyes and I knew he could tell I was hiding something. “I know when your lying, your nose may not grow anymore but I see the other signs”

I sighed, taking off my leather jacket and throwing it on the chair that sat in the corner of my father's work shop. “I'm telling you the truth Papa, I was at home”

“with whom, Son?” he pushed. Just out of instincted I reached up and scratched my twitching nose. It's stupid I have to remind myself I'm human and not some wooden lie detector. “you were with her again... Weren't you?”

I sighed and faced my father with pleading eyes. “yes! Yes I was with y/n... Papa whatever beef you have with Jiminy doesn't involve her or me” I stared at him from acrossed his work table, the frustration and emotions I felt since day one of my relationship boiled over. “you want me to be truthfull? Selfless? Well here's to truth, she's the best thing that's ever happened to me and I love everything about her. Her eyes, her smiles, the ways she laughs, everything! Damnit, papa she's the kindest most selfless person in this whole damn town! It would be selfish of me just to keep our relationship a secret”

My father crossed his arms over his chest sighing. He looked down for just a moment before looking back up at me. “I've been the selfish one, I didn't relize the grudge I held effected not only your life but y/n. I'm truly greatful your heart is full of love and not hate like mine is. If you truly love y/n, then I won't get in your way. If anyone deserves a happy ending it's you, my son”

I was shocked, but relieved at the same time. A big smile few acrossed my face and I hugged my father, greatful he was so excepting.

Later that night I stayed up in the shop, working on a wooden jewelry box for y/n. The quiet was getting to me so I called y/n, putting my phone on speaker phone so I could sand the wood and talk to my Love.

“Hey!” her beautiful voice said.

I smiled, wishing I could see her instead of just hearing her. “hey, beautiful”

“what's up? It's late” she asked concerned. Yeah it was late, but it was nothing new for y/n to stay up so late. She was probably reading.

She was the one person I can't nor won't lie too, so I quickly cut to the chase, not wanting to worry her by beating around the bush. “my papa found out about us...or I told him” I spoke softly.

“I know you don't like lying to him... How did he take it?”

I smiled even though she couldn't see it. “well, I guess we're pretty damn lucky because he said as long as we love each he won't get in the way”

“that's great!”

I smiled softly, then there was a beat of silence between both ends of the phone. It felt like a breath of fresh air not having to hide anymore. There's no amout of words that could express my love for this woman. I don't know how I got so lucky. “hey, sweetheart?”

“yeah?” she asked softly.

“You saw the good in me when no one else did...so thank you” I smiled softly.

“I love you... You'll always be a hero in my eyes. I'm glad we don't have to hide anymore”

“me too... And I love you too” I smiled, I loved her more than ever and how didn't have be a hidden secret.

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 4 months

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The Dangers of Hope Ch. 3

Chapter Warnings: None really. Angst. Dean being a bit of an asshole. A brief, near sexual encounter. Smidge of fluff.

Word Count: 3,654

If you've never seen TLOU, don't worry - you don't need to have seen it to understand this story. 😊

I've taken some liberties with the Endverse in my story, changed a few things from canon, but kept lots of things too.

I sincerely hope you enjoy the story. It will be ten chapters and I will do my very best to post one chapter every weekend. ❤️

A/N 2: So, here I am with chapter 3. I hope you enjoy it! Thank you so much for all the very kind comments that this series has received so far. You're all fabulous.

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The next morning Dean was sitting at the table in his tent, listening to the camp waking up around him, when his tent flap opened and Cas strolled in. Dean rolled his eyes.

“Jesus, we gotta put up a piece of wood on the tent poles or something so people can knock.” He said in a surly and growly, early morning voice. When Cas didn’t respond, he challenged him with an even surlier tone. “What? Why are you here?”

Cas walked further into the tent. “I saw you gave Y/N back her daughter.” Dean raised his hand and then dropped it, conceding the point. “And,” Cas continued, raising his hand in the air and waving it slightly, “no more manacles.”

Dean spread his arms wide. “These are all things I already know, Cas; why are you telling me this?”

Cas shrugged slightly. “So, can I assume this means you no longer think she’s going to turn into a monster at any minute?”

Dean blew out a puff of air. “It means, she’s been here a week, and hasn’t turned yet. And since that isn’t really something that happens to people who get bit, I think I can be reasonably certain she won’t turn, randomly, out of the blue one day. And I gave her back her kid so she can look after her, and I can get Risa back as a soldier instead of a nanny.”

Cas wore a very enthusiastic expression as he moved closer. “Come on, even you have to admit that this is exciting.”

Dean arched a brow. “Exciting?”

Cas’ voice became awestruck. “Dean, this is the most hopeful sign we’ve had in…years!”

“Aw, don’t come at me with that hopeful bullshit!” Dean’s scowl and fierce countenance was immediate and slightly intimidating, even to the angel.

“Hope is nothing but a fucking lie, okay? We know it. We HOPED we could stop Lilith breaking seals and we didn’t, we HOPED we could stop the apocalypse, but we failed at that too. We HOPED we could save everyone, and well, we’re doing a pretty piss poor job of that, aren’t we? Every single time we go out on a raid, I hope we come back with the same number of people we left with, but it doesn’t happen very often, does it? We hoped -”

Dean cut himself short and swallowed hard, lowering his voice. “We hoped that Sam would be strong enough to say no, but…he wasn’t. I hoped I could save him. And-” He cut himself off again and rubbed a hand hard across his face.

“So just don’t come at me with ‘hopeful’.” Dean said, sneering the word.

He tapped his fingers against his chest. “Cause I gotta live in the reality of this situation. And look, if you wanna hide away from that reality, you wanna get blitzed and bombed every day, and pretend like you’re some kind of sexual guru, fuck around with dozens of girls, I don’t really give a shit. Okay? Do it. But I,” he banged his chest with his whole fist this time, “I have to live in the reality of our lives.”

Dean stood up and stepped closer to Cas, swinging his arm out sideways. “And the reality is I have no fucking clue why that woman hasn’t turned.” He shrugged dismissively. “Maybe the person who bit her wasn’t fully turned themselves, or maybe they didn’t fully break the skin so it didn’t take completely. Who knows. All I know is that she’s probably not gonna turn and so now we’ve got one more mouth to feed. Two, actually.” He said holding up two fingers. “And two more people draining our resources.”

He stepped back and turned away, giving Cas his profile. “That’s the reality. So you wanna join me in it, great. If not,” He turned his head to look at him, lifting his hand towards the entrance, “there’s the door. Or, you know, the tent flap.”

He dropped down onto the chair he’d vacated and rubbed a hand across his lips. He looked up when Cas spoke softly.

“I don’t wanna live in this reality, Dean. I just can’t anymore. So I choose hope, I choose to be hopeful that maybe she marks a change, maybe things can be different. I’m telling you, this reality isn’t the only option.”

Dean shook his head. “It’s my only option. I learned a long time ago, and you should’ve too - hope is dangerous. Reality can’t hurt you like hope can.”

Cas’ expression was discouraged and disappointed as he nodded, looking away from Dean. He said nothing more as he turned and walked away.

***

A little while after Cas left, Dean moved out to his campfire and cooked and ate his ration of eggs and potatoes. As he drank his coffee, he was actively trying to push the argument with Cas out of his head. He had a camp to lead, he didn't need this crap clouding his judgment.

It was ridiculous to think the woman represented some kind of new hope for mankind. He rolled his eyes at the very notion.

Still, he found himself calling out to Johnston as the soldier walked by. The man stopped abruptly and turned fearful eyes on Dean. It drove Dean a little crazy that after more than two years of Johnston serving the camp, of protecting it and helping to run the day-to-day work and activities there, he still seemed petrified of Dean.

I can't possibly be that scary, Dean thought with a deep scowl. Not like I've had him flogged for looking at me wrong or something.

Dean rolled his eyes and tried to ignore the fear radiating from the other man.

“You settled Y/N and her daughter?” He asked.

Johnston's blue eyes were slightly bulging and his prominent Adam's apple moved up and down as he swallowed. “Yes, sir.”

Dean waited a minute for him to elaborate before prodding him gruffly. “And?”

The other man seemed at a loss and Dean snapped his fingers impatiently. “And where did you put them?”

Understanding finally lit in Johnston's eyes and he began nodding. “Oh, yes sir. I put them in the southwest corner. Fourth row, the tent on the end.” He seemed proud to get that much out. But then he raised a finger. “Oh, the tent is red.”

Dean nodded and waved at him. “As you were.”

Johnston saluted (even though Dean had told him a million times not to) and hurried on. Dean sighed deeply and without thinking about it too much, he headed in the direction of the red tent.

When he got there he shouted out a hello, feeling slightly foolish and vowing then and there to make it a project to put some kind of wood near tents’ openings so people could knock.

The flap opened and Y/N's face lit up with a beaming smile when she saw him. “Hi!”

Not knowing what to do with her enthusiasm, he just nodded. There was a slightly awkward moment and then Emma, her big blue eyes staring up at Dean, poked her head out from behind her mom, keeping her arms tightly wrapped around her hips and leaning her head into her side.

Y/N lifted her arm a little so Emma could shuffle out from behind her a bit more. She combed down Emma's slightly flyaway curls with her fingers and then settled her hand on the little girl's thin shoulders.

She gestured to Dean. “Say hi to Mr. Winchester.”

The little one just pressed closer and looked away from Dean to bury her face in her mother's side.

Y/N gave him a slightly chagrined look. “She isn't usually this shy.” She said by way of apology.

But Dean simply shook his head. Unlike Johnston, he understood all too well why this blue-eyed moppet was scared of him. She'd watched him nearly end her mother's life - not something she was ever likely to forget.

Dean hated that that realization came with a trace of guilt. Feeling very annoyed with himself, he straightened up and nodded curtly.

“Good.” He said succinctly, responding to nothing. “I just wanted to make sure you were settled properly.”

He turned in an abrupt about face and started walking away.

“Dean, wait!” Y/N called out to him. He turned back to see her wave Emma back into the tent and head towards him. When she reached him she wore her bright smile again, and he frowned deeper as a result.

“I wanted to ask you about something.”

Dean said nothing, waiting for her to continue. She seemed to be a little nervous, fiddling with her hair. She finally clasped her hands in front of her and continued.

“So, I was talking to Eric?” She said as though it was a question. Dean did give her a puzzled look.

“Eric?” He asked.

Y/N had opened her mouth to continue talking, but then closed it and gave her head a shake, pointing to the side at nothing in particular.

“Eric Johnston? The…soldier that brought us to this tent and helped us set it up.”

Dean nodded in recognition. Yes, he remembered now, that was his first name. He never used it. “Right.” He waved her on.

“And I was asking about school for Emma, but he said there isn't one.”

Dean shook his head. “No, the parents, guardians, they look after that themselves.”

Y/N nodded. “Yes, but I was thinking…well, I was a third grade teacher in the…before.” She thumbed behind her as though their former, normal lives were just right behind them, around the corner, instead of existing eons ago.

She shrugged. “So, I was thinking that maybe I could start a kind of school for the kids here. Eric figured there were about 35 or 40 of them. So I thought we could hold lessons somewhere outside most days, but if the weather's bad, maybe we could use the main cabin.”

Dean was scowling harder now, so she rushed on. “It would only be for a few hours a day. Wouldn't be anything spectacular, but it could help them with reading and math, and just some basics. Keep the kids' minds occupied and give their parents a couple of hours on their own.”

She shrugged. “It's nothing much, but it might help people feel a little more hopeful about the future.” She finished with another bright smile.

Dean felt his ire rise with that word again - hopeful. This woman was going to upset everything, tip the precarious balance of the camp on its head.

He shook his head angrily. “We don't do shit like that. This isn't a fucking gated community, okay? These are survivors who get by together. That's it.”

Y/N's eyes were so earnest it almost hurt to look at her. “But, don't you see, it could be a community. Not gated, but open. We could do more for each other than just survive.”

Dean crossed his arms over his chest. “Look, if you're unhappy with being here, we can happily help you on your way.”

Y/N raised her hands. “No, of course not, that's not what-”

Dean cut her off with a cold, hard voice. “And you can't teach kids like this.” He waved a hand towards the red rings encircling her irises. “You'd scare the shit outta them. Take one look at you and freak out, thinking you're gonna turn into a monster any minute.”

That pulled Y/N up short and Dean could see by her slight flinch that his words had hit home. She was quiet a minute and her smile was dimmed as she nodded.

“Right. That's…no, you're right.” She gave an imitation of a chuckle. “There aren't many mirrors around, so I…sometimes I forget about…” she gestured to her eyes.

She shook her head. “I was just trying to find a way to be helpful, you know.” She shrugged. “But yeah…” She trailed off and Dean felt a sick gnawing sensation in his stomach as she gave a final dull smile.

“Okay, well thanks.” She said as she turned away. Though what she could have possibly been thanking him for, he had no idea.

He thought about Cas’ disappointed expression, and Y/N's bent smile and he gritted his teeth. This morning was not going well for him.

The day didn’t get much better from there. He spent most of it planning their next raid for canned goods. They were running low, and it was September already. Over the next couple of months they’d have to make sure they had whatever they needed for the winter. Once the snow hit, the winter roads were sometimes impassable for weeks at a time.

They were having to go further and further out from the camp to find supplies. The area was becoming picked clean. There were four or five other, smaller, groups of survivors within about a hundred square miles of their camp. For the most part they all rubbed along together alright, pretty much just leaving a big buffer of space between the camps, and leaving each other alone.

However, Dean was starting to worry about what would happen now that resources and supplies around them were starting to run out. In this last year, they’d started having to drive hours and hours away from camp to find un-ransacked grocery stores and restaurants in the abandoned cities. They could manage it because of their size, but some of the smaller groups had very few working vehicles, making it harder for them to travel. Dean worried what would happen when they got desperate.

He wanted to be ready for winter.

So, he tried to spend the day planning the best route to hit as many cities as they could without hitting too many known Croat hives, or cleaned out cities. But he kept getting interrupted by his soldiers. The concerns of the camp were unending, and sometimes felt completely overwhelming.

The morning kept being interrupted by issues and grievances his soldiers brought him from some of the camp inhabitants. He tried to put out as many fires as he could, while continuing to plan the raid.

Then he ended up spending far too much of the afternoon talking about drainage and irrigation with the young guy who used to be an engineering student, and an old farmer who’d spent his whole life in the fields. The two very different men were teaming up to try and see about making bigger winter crop plots this year. They’d grown some winter vegetables last fall and winter, and even that small amount of fresh food had made a big difference in the health of the campers. So this year they were hoping for more.

Finally the men went off to plan some more and Dean folded up his maps. He hadn’t made much headway into the raid route, but the light was getting low; he’d have to come back to it. He fried up some spam and a few of the cooked, frozen potatoes they’d put up in the spring and sat beside his fire for a while before tossing water on it and going inside his tent. He lit a lantern and started to try and look at the maps again, but he was interrupted by Risa.

Dean lifted his chin towards her by way of greeting. She came forward and dropped a small piece of machinery on his table. “Here’s the piston for that Ford we towed back last week.” She said, referring to the truck they’d found abandoned on the side of the road with no owners in sight. “Should work.”

Dean nodded. “Great.”

Risa lingered a moment and then walked closer to him. “How are you?”

Dean shrugged. “Fine.”

She moved forward to stand between his legs and then reached out to run her hands over his cheeks and down his neck. She bent over and pressed a brief kiss to his lips.

“I miss you.” She said, her voice softer and more intimate than it ever was when they were soldier and commander. “You haven’t been to see me in weeks.”

“Sorry.” Dean said gruffly and then let her kiss him again, kissing her back for a moment before pulling away.

Not willing to give up, Risa straddled his outstretched thighs and reached for his zipper. “It’s okay, I bet I can find ways to entice you back.” She said, dark brown eyes flashing with heat.

But Dean grabbed her hands and pulled them away. He kissed her briefly to try and ease the sting of his rejection. “Sorry, not tonight.” He nodded towards the maps on his table. “I’ve got shit I gotta finish.”

Risa bit into her lip, looking down at their hands entwined in his lap, and then nodding before she stood up. She lifted her mouth in a smile. “Yeah, sure. ‘Kay.” She nodded again and pointed to the piston as she left. “Let me know if that works.”

Dean sighed as his tent flap fell back into place. And that was the third person he’d disappointed today. Without his permission Y/N’s face floated into his mind. Despite what he’d said to her, he couldn’t deny how beautiful that face actually was. The red pigment in her eyes made no difference to that beauty.

He couldn’t erase the image of her crestfallen expression when he told her she’d scare the kids. That was complete bullshit and he knew it. Five seconds in her shiny presence and the kids would be eating out of her hand.

He growled slightly as he could feel himself caving. But would it really be so bad to let her teach the kids somewhere? They’d have to stay out of the way, and she’d have to keep them all quiet when they were together in a mob. But it might actually free their parents up for more of the endless tasks it took to maintain the camp.

If he let her do it, he’d have to make sure she knew he was only saying yes so that they could have the kids out of the way for a while. This wasn’t some hopeful mission for the future. It was just a practical solution for improving the camp.

He nodded. Yeah, I'll tell her tomorrow.

But even as he though it, he got up and walked out of his tent, moving towards the southwest corner of the camp. Within a couple minutes he was standing in front of the red tent and again found himself clearing his throat and embarrassingly calling out a hello, like he was the Avon lady.

Y/N poked her head out of the tent and smiled. But she lowered her eyes a little and wouldn’t look directly at him. He wanted to punch himself.

“Hi.” She said softly, and then stepped out of the tent into the cool, late evening breeze. She waved towards the tent. “Emma’s sleeping.”

He nodded. She rubbed her arms and he frowned. “Didn’t they give you a jacket?” Then he noticed she was still wearing the grubby clothes she’d been wearing when she came. “And clean clothes?”

Y/N nodded and even in the dusky twilight Dean could see her blush. “Yes, but I realized…I’m all dirty.” She shrugged. “Nothing but basin baths for weeks. I’d like to get cleaner before I put on the clean clothes. One of your soldiers said there was a place where people went to bathe nearby. But he didn’t have time to take me.”

Dean nodded. “Yeah, there’s a river about four miles south of camp. It does the trick. I’ll take you tomorrow.”

He scowled; he didn’t know where that offer had come from. He could have had one of his soldiers, or any other camper really, take her out to the river. But he didn’t rescind the offer and Y/N nodded happily.

“That would be wonderful.” She said rapturously.

Dean nodded curtly again. “Yeah. And uh…you can do the school.” Y/N looked directly at him now and her face was surprised, but clearly thrilled.

“Really?”

He nodded and scowled. “Yeah, the kids'll get over it." He said with a nod to her red eyes. "But just make sure you all stay out of the way of the work in the camp. And let the parents know we’ll have some work for them during the hours their kids are gone. We can use the extra hands.”

Y/N nodded. “I’m sure they’ll be happy to help out where they can.”

Impulsively it seemed, she threw her arms around him, squeezing his arms tight to his sides as she hugged him. Shock coursed through him and he didn’t know how to move. Thankfully it was a brief hug and she was soon pulling away.

“Thank you so much, Dean. I’m so excited. I think it’s going to make a real difference. Just wait.”

As she bid him goodnight and bounced back into her tent, he shook his head, frowning deeply.

Fuck, he thought, everything is too different already.

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Worth The Feeling

Content Warning: 18+ This series contains explicit smut, intimidation, and an age gap relationship. Minors, do not interact.

Chapter 16

I flex and unflex my fingers repeatedly during this too-long elevator ride. Javi's reply to my text had been short, and I wonder what kind of expression will be waiting for me at his door. Granted, all I had said was that I made a mistake and I asked if I could come see him. Part of me hoped he was angry at me because then we would be in the same boat. Anger, I would understand. It would match the guilt that was clambering through me now. The guilt that was compressing on my chest, threatening to push me back down even as the elevator continued to rise.

Finally, I'm at his door. I take a deep breath, and knock. To my surprise, the door swings open almost immediately. And unfortunately, Javi's face is completely unreadable. He doesn't look angry or confused or hurt. He just looks...blank. Unfeeling. Neither upset nor happy.

"Thank you," I say, feeling how weird it was to start a conversation this way as soon as I do. "For answering."

"Of course," he says, his face still unyielding. He doesn't immediately move out of the way, and I'm about to launch into my speech, but the careful part of me still remembers that Jack is staying across the hall. I have no idea where Emma and Blake are, but I'm assuming they are somewhere on this floor. Javi seems to have this realization as well, stepping to the side and silently inviting me in. I step through the door, starting to talk as soon as he shuts the door behind me.

"I wanted to–" I'm briefly cut off, taking in the room in front of me. The beauty of this room, or apartment rather, takes me off guard. There is a king sized bed on the far wall, with a kitchen closest to the door I had just entered from. There are two steps downward into an open living-room, every aspect of the room bright and airy. The furniture is all white and deep wood, and the couches in the space face out onto a large balcony with a view that far surpasses the one I have a few floors down. You can see practically the entire city from here. I balk for a second, then steel myself, reminding me of why I'm here. I turn back to him, leaning against the counter of the kitchen. I take another steadying breath.

"I wanted to apologize to you."

I gauge his reaction to this, but he is still close to the door, only having walked in a few steps. Most of his attention is directed to the floor, at his bare feet. He kicks at an invisible pebble, stuffing his hands deep into his loose pockets.

"What for?" He says, his tone casual.

Well, I hadn't expected that one. Had I misread the situation? Maybe he wasn't angry at all. But I remember his face, and how he refused to look in my direction.

"My childish behavior," I say honestly, "I was...uncomfortable with the scene today. It took some reflecting but at the end of the day, I got scared. Seeing you with her–" His face snapped up at this, though his expression is still unreadable. "It was a lot harder than I thought. It...reminded me of things from before, with John. I thought that I could get back at you by flirting with Blake," One of his fists clenches at the name, "But it's not you I want to get back at, it's John." I'm the one looking down at my feet now. "And now I realize how silly that is. You were just doing your job. I was inappropriate, and I'm sorry."

I wait for several moments, not daring to look up. My face burned, and I wanted to shrink away from this vulnerability. But I knew that if I didn't do this now, I would be continuing to let the past win.

"I'm sorry, too," Javi says softly. I glance up, and I can now see the hurt in his eyes. "I hadn't thought about John," He can't hide the disgust when he says his name, "About how that could affect you."

I shake my head, "You can't help it. I had to be there, and you had to do it. It's not your fault."

"I know, but I still could have...explained it to you. How robotic it is for me. The physical scenes—they've never bothered me. I don't feel anything when I do them. It's just checking something off the list."

"Oh," I nod, considering his words. "Unfortunately, though, you are a pretty talented actor." I smirk a little, still feeling this guilt.

He smiles, walking a few steps toward me. We couldn't be more than a foot apart now.

"Still, Javi, I feel awful. I'm not—I don't do this. I wasn't even trying to make you jealous, I didn't even know you would hear or see anything. I just...I wanted to feel like I was in control. So I behaved like a teenager."

He smirks, "Hey, I didn't react in exactly the most mature fashion, either. By the end of the day Blake had stopped speaking to me entirely. Every time he tried to chat with me I just couldn't do it. The way he was sizing you up as you left—" He shook his head as if trying to clear it.

"I'm sorry," I say again, "I'm hoping he'll forget about it."

"I doubt it," Javi says, eyes drifting to my mouth.

"Well, I think some actors like the attention. Usually their flirting means nothing except that they want to know that you want them."

Javi looks startled. Okay, not the best thing I could have said apparently.

"This has happened before?"

I shrug, diffuse the situation. "Only once or twice, and to other PAs, too. But we don't usually react. And it's usually the actor who initiated it..." I don't want to admit outright that I was the one who approached Blake, I think that has been made clear enough.

Javi's gaze hardens. "So they've made...unwanted advances on you?"

"No, no. Just said a few weird comments. I never react." I bite down on my lip, debating if I should even ask but, "What did you hear from our conversation today?"

"I heard you ask him for lessons." His brow furrowed. "And him ask you out for a drink." He now looks as though he is weighing continuing his train of thought as well. "Ava, it made me jealous. I will freely admit that. But I also want you to be careful. We never said what this was, you're free to flirt with whoever you wish," I open my mouth to cut him off at that, but he holds up a hand in gentle warning. "My point is, I like Blake enough. But I have a weird feeling about him. I don't know if he is like these other actors who would just flirt with you and let it go. There are some people who take advantage of their...status."

"I know, believe me. I've heard of instances at other studios."

He nods, seemingly a little relieved. I feel relieved as well. Not at his concern for Blake. No, that made my stomach twist a little bit. But I am relieved that he heard me out, and the guilt bubbling up within me has simmered slightly.

I take another risk, reaching for his hand and holding it loosely in mine. And when he doesn't pull away, I pull him in just another half-step further.

"I wish I had talked to you," he says, eyes on the floor again, "I never want you to feel like my attention is elsewhere."

"Don't apologize," My voice is soft, "I could have talked to you about it. I truly didn't know it was an issue until today. I mean, it had hurt to see you two before but there wasn't anything between us at that point. Just my own fantasies."

Javi smirks, eyebrow tipping upward. "Fantasies?"

I roll my eyes. "I didn't like watching you two in that fake Paris hotel room. Not after we blocked it together. I had to walk off set, actually."

The humor slips from Javi's eyes, and he murmurs something I can't discern.

"What did you say?"

"Damn him," Javi's eyes are molten, "Damn him for not realizing what he had. You deserved better."

My eyes sting. For his words, and the realization I had today. Being cheated on, both by John, but also my best friend, had done more damage than I realized. I don't want to be bitter, or not to trust this man in front of me who has made me feel so good.

"So would now be an appropriate time for me ask why we ever hung out in my room if yours looks like this?" I giggle, but it comes out sort of gargled. I want to change the subject before tears actually spring out.

Javi smiles sympathetically, giving me a swift kiss on the forehead before beckoning me to the rest of the room.

"It's not bad. However, the mini bar has been robbed."

I giggle again, less strained this time. "I heard it was donated to those in need."

He chuckles, walking to the far end of the room so I can survey it more. No wonder he was one of the only people to have access to the pool. This was definitely more of a penthouse level of accommodations. I take the two steps down into the living-room, and walk over to the balcony.

"Now I understand why you wouldn't admit how good my view was. You were holding out on me."

Javi just shrugs, "I enjoyed it enough. Want to see the rest of it?"

"There's more?"

He laughs, "Just the bathroom," he waves me forward, and I jog up to meet him on the right side of he bed, which I now realize has double doors next to it.

He makes a show out of opening both doors at the same time, and as much as I want to call him out, my words get caught in my throat at the sight. The bathroom is almost half the size as the studio apartment it belongs to with floor to ceiling windows encompassing most of the room. The floors are sparkling white marble, and there is a double vanity sitting next to a large walk-in shower. But the real star of the room was the enormous claw-foot tub, which was granted the place of honor. It sat directly across from the double door entryway, and right in front of the wall of windows. From where I stood, it was as though the lights of the city were holding it up.

Javi leaned against the entryway, a smug smile growing on his face as he took in my dumbfounded expression.

"Once again, why were we in my room?" I laughed, making a bee-line for the tub.

"I've always wanted a tub like this!" I run my hands across its sides, "And to think that Lana and I both banged our knees in our shower stall downstairs."

"Well, it's yours, anytime you'd want to try it."

"Really?" I whip my head back around to face him, unable to hide my excitement.

"Of course," He gives me a slow, genuine smile that I adore. My heart stutters at the sight, and I choose to look back out the windows before he can see my pink cheeks. I hear him walk over to me. Slowly, confidently. My breath hitches as I sense his chest against my back.

Gently, he places his hands on my shoulders, running them down my arms and making me shiver.

"You could use it now, if you'd like." His voice is low against the shell of my ear.

"R-really?"

"Mhm," He starts to twirl my ponytail around in one of his hands.

My body thrummed at the thought of being in the water with him again. I bend over, perhaps arching my back more than necessary, and turn on the water. Javi chuckles softly as I spin around to face him.

"So I'm forgiven?" I can't help but ask.

His deep chocolate eyes are full of affection. So much so that my eyes almost well up again.

"Yes. All is forgiven," He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. Pulling back just enough to speak, he adds, "Though I would prefer you don't make a habit out of flirting with other men."

I nod, the motion brushing our lips against each other again. Javi pulls away, giving me another fond smile.

"I'll leave you to it, then." He gives my hand a squeeze, walking toward the door.

"I'll–what?"

"I'll leave you to your bath," He calls over his shoulder.

"Well I sort of thought that you would be... joining me." I tap my fingers along the edge of the tub.

Javi faces me again, eyebrows raised. "You want company?"

I shrug, "It's a big bathroom...it could get lonely."

"It has been." He answers quickly, eyes drifting to my lips again.

Neither of us move for a heartbeat or two, and then suddenly it's as though something clicks into place for Javi. He stalks over to the vanity, picking up the chair that was resting near the giant mirror. He carries it over to the tall windows so that it is against the glass, facing the tub.

"What's that for?" I ask.

"I'm going to keep you company," his face is full of mischief.

I roll my eyes, "I meant I wanted you in the tub with me, Javi."

"I know," He quirks, taking his seat, stretching his limbs wide as if settling in for a long film. "I'd like to sit here, if you don't mind."

I want to roll my eyes again, but there is a swirl deep in my belly at the thought of him watching me in the tub. I feign nonchalance as I reach for the assortment of bath products, plucking the bubble bath from the many options. Thankfully, it's written in English.

Javi clicks his tongue, "No bubbles today."

My hands fly to my hips. "And why is that? I didn't think you were going to dictate how my bath should run."

He tucks one of his arms behind his head, and I can't help but stare at his bicep as he relaxes further. "It will block my view."

He then runs his eyes so slowly over my body that I want to squirm under their gaze. My chest heaves. I focus on the running water, trying to relax my breath. The tub is almost completely full now. The moment feels more intimate than if he was simply getting in the bath with me. And now, without the adrenaline rush of a job offer, I feel hesitant. He hadn't seen me fully in the pool. It was too dark and I was already submerged by the time I took off my swimsuit. What if he didn't like what he sees? If he's seen better? I'd been working all day, and walking around after that, not exactly the best I could possibly look right now—

No.

No, no, no. I'm not running anymore.

I'm not going to pull away from this. Away from the man that makes my head spin. Away from this man who forgave me so easily. Away from this man who looks as though he could devour me right where I stand, regardless of how I might look after a long day's work. If I want to move on from the past, I need to stop thinking that Javi would treat me even remotely the same. No, he was so much better.

I push past my butterflies, leaning forward as gracefully as possible to turn off the water. I take my time, checking the heat with my fingertips, skimming them across the surface. Then I untie my hair, shaking it out from its ponytail until it becomes a curtain around me. I slip out of my sandals, which I now realize I should have done long before I entered the bathroom. Though glancing over at Javi, that would be the furthest thing from his mind. He watches every movement I make carefully, his eyes never wandering from my hands and their next task. His hand is still resting behind his head, casually. But I don't miss how he has straightened up in his chair.

My intentionally tantalizing dance is made obvious by how long I take to lift the hem of my shirt above my head, and even longer to step out of my shorts. When I'm left in nothing but my bra and panties, I make direct eye contact with Javi as I unclasp the back. He takes a sharp inhale of breath at the sight of my bare torso, and he seems to stop breathing entirely as I shimmy out of my thong, finally stepping into the tub.

I can't help but sigh as the warm water encompasses me. I sink down completely, keeping my eyes closed the entire time. It just felt so good. Knowing that I was forgiven, knowing that he wanted to stay in the room with me, watching me. It takes a wholly amount of self control not to look at him again as I take the soap and a sea sponge and start to wash myself. I take my time, possibly spending longer in specific areas. It's not until I dip my head back to wet my hair that I peer up at him.

Javi now had his broad arms resting on his knees, leaning as close to the tub as possible. One of his hands is gripping his knee tightly, while the other one is rubbing across his jaw, over his mouth. He doesn't notice that my eyes are on him now because his eyes are—everywhere else. His casual nature was gone, and he looks almost strained as he roams over my body through the water. I'm about to ask if everything is okay, but he speaks first.

"Will you do something for me, Ava?" Gravelly words. Not rushed at all despite his rigid demeanor.

"Yes?"

He looks me in the eye this time.

"Touch yourself."

I blink. A roguish, arrogant smile spreads across his face.

"Show me how you handled those fantasies that you mentioned."

My returning smile is shy, though the excitement deep in my belly is anything but. I drag a shaky, eager hand across my chest, palming at my breasts before running my hand down further between my legs. Javi settles back in his chair, but his hands remain resting on his knees. I hear a low intake of breath from him as my hand finds its resting place. I keep thinking that at some point, I'll need to look away. That the intimacy of this moment will be too much. But I feel transfixed. Even as I start to arch my back slightly at my own touch, even as my circular motions become faster, more intentioned, I don't look away. I hold Javi's gaze the entire time. A gaze that is darkening with every stroke of my hand.

I notice that his hand is inching its way upward, almost unbeknownst to him. Like he can't help himself. This darts my attention down between his muscular thighs, and my lips part at the growing tightness between them. Any worry I had before about his attraction to me vanishes at the sight. My naked body, my hands building up my own arousal is what he wants. A gentle curl falls in front of his face, the only indication that he could unfurl at any moment.

"Who are you thinking about? Him or me?" He narrows his eyes, unbuttoning his jeans.

His voice shoots straight to my heat, causing me to pick up the pace. My knee hits the side of the tub, and I open myself up wider.

"You," My strained voice is no higher than a whisper, "Always you."

Javi hums, satisfied. His own hand dips beneath his waistline and my mouth goes dry. It was only last night that I felt that length poking against my back, teasing me. I had still yet to see it. And I want that and more.

"I-I don't want it like this." I breathe.

Immediately, Javi halts. His eyes widen, and he removes his hand from his jeans. I can tell he will leave at any moment, and I hurry to finish my thought.

"Don't move," I say, bracing my arms on either side of the tub. I pull myself up slowly, savoring the look on his face now that my body is soaked and pink with arousal. I step out of the water, walking the short distance between us and bracing my arms on either of his shoulders. I don't think about the water drenching his jeans until I'm already straddling him. Then I look at his face, asking a silent permission to continue. His jaw is tight, and I bite down on my lip as I feel him hardening underneath me.

"I want you inside me." The words come out without restraint or shame. I rock forward just a little, gasping into his mouth. "That was the fantasy."

It was as if that was the codeword to bring him out of some hypotonic state. As soon as those words leave my mouth, Javi snaps.

His hands grip onto my backside, hard. He pulls me up before rocking me back down. Up and down, up and down. I whimper, tossing my head back. The sensation of my bare, wet skin against his rough denim is almost too much to handle. He growls into my neck, standing up and taking me with him. I wrap my legs securely around his hips, determined to latch onto whatever he has in store for me. As we exit the bathroom, I leave any doubts or worries behind me.

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