#like I’m tired as usual and my voice didn’t want to work loud this morning let me do what I do during my mornings

[galaxymagick]

ppl have a serious problem with you saying you don’t want to talk about your personal feelings if you feel mentally drained and not wanting to engage in small talk. but that’s getting at them. like leave me be, I’m not here to entertain you.

[nadvs]

cam girl (part eleven)

pairing rafe cameron x female reader

rating explicit 18+

content warning alcohol use

summary you work two jobs. by day, you’re a maid for the cameron household, where rafe degrades you any chance he can get. by night, you’re a cam girl, hiding your face so nobody can recognize you. when you discover your new subscriber, the filthy-mouthed man obsessively paying you to do everything he can think of, is rafe, you’re not sure what to do next.

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Rafe has never had a hangover this bad. The sharp ache hammering against his temples is relentless.

He feels absolutely fucking finished. Last night, he passed out on whoever hosted the party’s floor, so not only is his head a mess, but his back is sore as fuck.

And the black eye doesn’t feel so good, either.

Even after last night’s aggravating argument with you and the embarrassing drunk texts he sent and this residual hangover from hell, when Rafe gets home in the late morning and finds you curled up in his bed, he feels better.

His head always does this when he’s around you. It’s like the whole world is nothing but fucking noise but with you, the loud turns quiet.

He still doesn’t know how you do that.

Rafe peels his clothes off, takes a hot shower, brushes his teeth and puts on new boxers… and he comes back to see you still passed out on his bed.

You must be exhausted. He feels the usual warm and incomprehensible buzz in his chest when he looks at you, even though he’s mad at you.

Rafe settles in his bed half-naked, slow not to wake you.

He’s half-asleep, fighting the ridiculous urge to turn around and hold you, when he feels you finally shift behind him. He turns to look at you and hates how his first thought is that you look pretty. He’s supposed to be pissed off at you.

He has no idea what the fuck happened last night. Why you made him feel like you’re sick of him all of a sudden.

“Crap,” you whisper as you sit up, realizing where you are and dropping eye contact with him immediately.

“Thought you needed a break from me,” Rafe mutters. “Why are you in my bed?”

He didn’t intend for his words to come out so sharp.

“I didn’t… mean to fall asleep.” You don’t even look at him. “You don’t have to be a dick about it.”

You’re about to get out of his bed and Rafe is powerless to his impulses like he always is around you. His hand circles your wrist, pulling you back.

You drop to sit on the edge of the bed and he can tell you’re annoyed by the way you look up at the ceiling and sigh. He remains on his back, the pain radiating through him keeping him from sitting up.

“I have work to do,” you say, still refusing to meet his eyes.

“Did we go too long last night?” Rafe asks, needing to know why you’re so cold, why you’re done with him all of a sudden. “Is that why you’re being like this? That shit was your fucking idea.”

That stupid toy you got was what kept him from cumming for so damn long. He was fucking you for ages. Maybe it was much for you. He can’t think of what else could have compelled you to say you want a break.

“I’m obviously tired, Rafe,” you breathe. “In every possible way. Just let me…”

Your words fade into nothing once you look at him. He sees the same concerned expression you wore when you towelled the raindrops off of his face last night.

“What happened?” you ask, your voice soft.

He knows how rough he looks; he saw himself in the mirror this morning. His right eye is covered with an ugly purple splotch that spreads down to his cheekbone. Evidence of the fight he got into last night. He doesn’t want to think about it.

So, he resorts to what he does best and tries to suffocate the feeling with sex.

“You wanna make me feel better?” he asks suggestively, cocking his head. He hopes he has the effect on you that he usually does.

You’re motionless, your eyes still hard on his face. Okay. Now he’s fucking desperate.

“Please?”

Did he really just say that?

The corner of your lips curl up into a small smile. He’s embarrassed, but thank fuck you don’t look angry anymore.

“Are you… begging me?” you ask. Your voice is back to that playful tone he’s used to.

His hand is still curled around your wrist, tense that you’ll try to leave again.

“Come here,” he says.

“How bad do you want me?” you tease. He loathes when you fuck with him like this. But why does he kind of like it, too?

He only says your name in warning, even though he knows he doesn’t have the power here.

It’s so goddamn frustrating. He’s used to you doing what he wants. But after last night, after you mentioned a break, he realized he needs to feel needed by you. You’re the one actually in control here.

“I’m all you think about, right?” you goad him. “According to your text?”

Rafe pinches the bridge of his nose with his free hand. It’s humiliating how he typed out everything he was feeling last night.

“I was drunk,” he says defensively. Your smile drops and you start to twist your wrist out of his grip. Shit. Wrong thing to say. “But, yeah,” he adds. “You are.”

“You’re only saying that to get laid,” you murmur.

“I’m not,” he admits. He takes a breath. “All I do is… wait until the next time I can see you.”

Rafe’s not looking at you as he stammers his way through his words.

“That’s what you meant last night?” you ask him. He thinks back to the way he had you bent over the table, stupidly saying he’s the one who always has to wait.

He needs to fuck. Now. He can’t take this feelings shit.

Once he finally meets your eyes again, he’s relieved to see that your stare has softened. You turn to move towards him and his muscles immediately lose their tension.

You straddle him and the way your thighs box him in like this feels so fucking good that he forgets he’s hungover.

You start to grind against him and the thrilling promise of satisfaction washes over him, his boxers getting tighter as he gets harder.

“Does this help?” you whisper. He watches you through low lids, his hands on your thighs.

“Yeah, like that,” he groans. “Good girl.”

He slides his hands up to grip your waist and beckons you to lean over so he can kiss you, but you stiffen and reject the advance. Whatever. You must still be kind of pissed off, but he’s not about to stop what’s happening.

You sit up straighter and pull your dress up over your body, tossing it on the floor.

Rafe’s eyes hungrily trail down your body. Every time he sees your body or even just thinks about it, arousal burns through him.

He hates the feeling of you getting off of him, but once he realizes you’re taking off your panties and straddling him to fuck him in reverse cowgirl, his head feels like it’s spinning.

The sight of your bare ass perched on his pelvis is mind-blowing. He feels you pull down his boxers just enough to take his cock out, your hand running up and down his length.

You stroke him to get him fully erect, which barely takes any time. He gets hard for you in seconds.

When you lower onto him, he exhales in pure elation. You’re so wet and tight and soft and the moan you let out when you fill yourself with him is so fucking pretty.

You finally put all your weight on his hips, your hands stabilizing yourself on his knees. It’s heaven the way you squeeze him so damn tight.

You start to rock on him and his eyes drink in the way his cock is burying into you, the way your pussy looks stretched out like this.

Rafe looks over at the mirror mounted on his closet door to watch you arch your back and start to bounce on him. He doesn’t know which vantage point is hotter.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “Look how fucking good you look.”

You meet his eyes in the mirror, your lips puckered as you hold back your moans. That look is for him only. He can’t stand the thought of you doing it for another man.

He watches you put your hand on your clit, touching yourself while you ride him. There’s something so fucking hot to him about how you know your body and how you shamelessly chase your own pleasure.

Rafe looks forward again, taking in the way your ass is bouncing on him, the way your back is curved, the way your cunt is clinging to his cock with every recoil.

He feels himself getting to the edge. He shuts his eyes in an attempt to delay it so you’ll get there first. Cumming will remind you of how good this arrangement between you is and you’ll forget this stupid ‘take a break’ idea.

You start to writhe even faster and breathe even quicker. He knows he’ll finish before you at this rate, so he buries his fingertips into your hips and holds you down to stop you from moving anymore.

“Why?” you whine, needy.

“Sit on my face,” he orders.

You lift your hips off of him, his cock popping out of you, glossed with your wetness. You obey and shift back on your knees.

You lower your core onto his mouth. Rafe fucking loves the way you taste. He puts his lips on you, rolling his tongue out over your velvet folds.

When he feels your hot mouth wrap around his cock, he exhales sharply. He sucks and licks you as he revels in the feeling of your tongue flicking up and down his length.

The way you’re pleasing each other at the same time makes his stomach tighten with something he’s still not used to. His body hasn’t ever reacted like this during sex, but it keeps doing this lately with you.

Rafe shoves away the thought.

He hooks his arm around you, dipping two fingers inside and curling them as he eats you out, eager to get you to cum.

Your breath is shaky, your hole tightening around his fingers. The way you looked at him when you told him you needed a break last night flashes through his mind again, pissing him off all over again.

“Nobody else can make you feel like this, hmm?” he mutters, his lips wet from you.

“Rafe…” Your voice is thin.

“Answer me.”

“No,” you tell him.

“And you want a break?” he huffs. “Do I need to fuck some sense into you?”

You’re silent, your mouth sliding up and down his cock, palming him. Frustration rises in him when you don’t answer. He needs the control. He needs to know how badly you want him.

“Do I?” he asks angrily, fingers slipping out of you to slap your ass. Your back arches at the impact, bucking up off of his face. “Do you need to watch me fuck you to get it through your head?”

Rafe pushes through the stiffness of his hangover to press against the backs of your thighs, forcing you to sit up.

“Get on your knees,” he says. “In front of the mirror.”

You groan out of irritation, but you listen to his instructions like the good girl he knows you are.

His eyes remain locked on you as you get up off of him and settle on all fours in front of the mirror on the floor, looking back at him with those beautiful eyes.

Rafe guides himself into you, finding bliss all over again. He lustfully looks at your reflection and sees the necklace he gave you hanging on your neck. It starts to swing as he thrusts into you, a reminder of how you belong to him.

Every plunge into you is fucking perfect. You squeeze his cock so nicely.

When you tighten around him, your breath hitched, he has no chance of stopping himself anymore - he cums at the same time as you, his moan tangling with yours.

Rafe can see stars as you tremble beneath him. He feels you take in everything he has to offer.

“Damn,” he says gruffly. He can’t stop himself from teasing you. “Sleeping and fucking on the clock. You’re looking to get fired.”

You let out a weak laugh and pull away from him. You stand to pick your uniform up off the floor, giving him another view of your hot, quivering body.

“Tell on me, then,” you challenge. You walk to his ensuite, shutting the door behind you. He’s sure that you know he’d never risk letting you get fired and losing this access to you.

Rafe’s heart is racing. How does every time he has sex with you feel better than the last?

He gets back into bed and pulls his cool comforter over his bare body, coming down from the high. He’s needs to figure out why the hell you’re retreating from him. And he’s determined to show you why you shouldn’t.

But with the hangover and lack of rest, Rafe falls asleep before you step back out into his room.

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You couldn’t let Rafe kiss you. You’ll allow that sort of tenderness if, and only if, you’re more than a sex toy to him, and all signs point to that possibility being a big, ugly no.

When you step back into his bedroom to see that he fell asleep, you take a second, just a second, to look at him.

His lips are slightly pursed, his hair a tousled mess. The bruise on his swollen eye looks painful. You wish you knew what happened. You figure you’ll ask him tonight when he inevitably comes over.

As you make your way to the kitchen, the rush from the sex you just had starts to dissipate and you realize you shouldn’t have done it. You have heavy, unavoidable feelings for Rafe. You said you needed a break. Giving into the temptation was stupid.

But the way he was looking at you, holding your wrist… You couldn’t ignore the magnetic pull you seem to have for each other.

The self-destructive hope flares up as you think about what he said today. It rattled you. He thinks about you? He’s always waiting to see you again? It can’t all be sexual, can it?

You’re desperate to know what’s going through his mind.

You begrudgingly accept that because of the time you spent sleeping and having sex with Rafe, you’ll need to stay late to complete all your tasks today.

After finishing up your work in the kitchen an hour later, you head out to the backyard to throw out a few bags.

You give a polite smile to the gardener, who’s standing by the gazebo. Your mind flashes back to what happened when Rafe caught you talking to him.

Rafe’s possessiveness couldn’t possibly be purely sexual. Not after the way he looked at you once you reassured him he was the only man who could touch you.

You drop the bags in the bin and turn to head back inside, but get stopped in your tracks.

“You should be careful.”

You look up to realize the gardener is speaking to you. Your brows furrow in confusion.

“What?” you ask.

“I overheard him talking about you.“

“Sorry?” you repeat.

“The son. I heard him.” Anxiety fills your veins. He wouldn’t know Rafe’s name - he’s just the son of the millionaire you’re all working for.

He heard Rafe say something about you? You decide to play dumb. You have to. You could lose your job.

“What are you talking about?” you ask.

“He was with his friends out on the balcony a few days ago,” he says. “I was working and I heard him say that he’s… uh, nailing a maid.”

The word seems to make him uncomfortable. You’re so used to Rafe’s vulgarity that you forgot some people blush at a crude word.

Honestly, you expected Rafe to brag to his friends about fucking you. But you didn’t expect a coworker to hear.

You remember watching him through the window that day. Sending him that explicit video. Slowly developing feelings for him when you knew you shouldn’t.

“What, and you think it’s me?” you say with a laugh. Maybe there’s a chance you can convince him that Rafe was lying or that the conversation wasn’t about you.

“People have been talking… Apparently you got caught in the laundry room?” he says.

Shit. All that other maid saw was Rafe in the same room as you. That was it. You didn’t expect to make friends at this job, but this is ridiculous. Do they have nothing better to do but gossip?

You’ve been found out.

“Please don’t… say anything,” you finally say quietly. “I can’t lose this job.”

“I won’t. And I’m not judging,” he says, but he definitely is. You can see it in his expression. “Just wanted to tell you that I heard some… bad stuff.”

“What?” You cross your arms, feigning confidence.

“He told his friends that you’ll do anything he wants you to,” he says. “And that you never say no.”

“Okay,” you say. You’re trying to keep your gaze steady. This is humiliating. But it’s all true and not a surprise. You didn’t expect any better from Rafe.

“And one of them said something like… that’s the type of… um…” He looks nervous again.

“Just say it.”

“The type of… slut you run through then drop when she gets boring.”

This is what finally breaks you. You only nod, trying to seem unaffected.

“What did he say to that?” you ask. You hate that you have a little bit of hope that Rafe would defend you, show a shred of respect for you.

“They all just laughed.”

Your heart sinks.

Of course that’s what Rafe thinks of you. Of course to him, you’re just a whore that he’ll get tired of eventually. You shouldn’t have ever given him the power to disappoint you.

For fuck’s sake, you asked him point blank over text last night if all he wants to do is fuck and he replied with a clear YES.

“Okay,” you say, turning away before he can see the tears welling up in your eyes.

“Sorry. Thought you’d want to know,” he says to your back. “These rich guys are all assholes.”

“Yup,” you reply, walking away.

You don’t even give a fuck about your job anymore. It’d be better if you lost it so you don’t have to see Rafe ever again.

This is fucking agony. You feel so dehumanized.

When you make it home that evening, two hours later than usual, you type a text you mentally drafted on your drive home.

You open the conversation with one of your close friends from college and text her: hey, are there any parties tonight?

Getting drunk and partying is not a healthy way to cope, you know that, but you desperately need to get your mind off of things. Thankfully, your friend responds quickly about a party at a frat house on campus.

After you get ready, you take a cab to the address your friend sent you. It doesn’t take you long to find her and start downing shots.

Your phone buzzes, right on cue. It’s 10 pm, after all. He’s waiting for you on that depraved website where it all began. The text is blurry through your tipsy eyes.

Rafe: where are you?

You finally send him the message you’ve been toiling over, anger and disgust and embarrassment and sadness heavy on your chest.

You: i’m done. this is over. i’m not even a fucking person to you am i

{ read part twelve here }

[cayleeuhithinknot]

❛ 𝑺𝑴𝑶𝑲𝑬𝑫 𝑭𝑼𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑾𝑨𝒀 𝑴𝒀 𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑵 ❜

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉. . .you hit up your dealer to get your mind off of your shitty day. but, he has another idea to make you forget.

cw: SMUT, dealer!chris, mentions of smoking, praising, use of pet names and y/n, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, not proofread. . .(im sorry)

requested here by anon: 🤍!

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your day today was absolutely unfathomable. it all started this morning. your curly hair was just not cooperating with you. random pieces curled in a different way than others, and some had straightened themselves out over night. on top of that, it was incredibly frizzy no matter what you did. so, you just pulled it back and got into your car for work.

you worked in a family owned bakery down town, which was usually pretty relaxed. but today? no. on your way to work, of course, you made a right turn and heard an odd hissing noise outside of your car.

you pull over in a random church parking lot and hop out of your car, walking over to the right side. surprise surprise, you had a flat tire. “are you fucking kidding me..?” you mumble to yourself, walking back over to the driver’s side to grab your phone. but, of course, you had to stub your toe on the tire.

calling the mechanic and asking for just a quick pump of air was a disaster as well. your dad is good friends with the local mechanic, who usually gives you no problems and even gives discounts. but, it seemed today he was just having a bad day. you sat in the smoldering heat of your car, which wasn’t even on or blowing air conditioning, because you’d ran out of gas and you didn’t want to drain the car battery.

the mechanic finally arrived, luckily having a can of gas in his truck. he got to work, filling your tire back up and feeding the gasoline to your car. but then, he told you what the fee would be. you felt like curling up right there on that dirty pavement, but obviously you didn’t. you just agreed to pay it before the deadline and got back into your car with a sigh.

work was fine. for the most part. your shift was from 7am to 5pm, a couple breaks in between. but, you usually stay until around 9 after you clock out just to help out your dad. at around 1:30, 10 minutes after you got back to work after your lunch break, a lady with 2 kids walks in. the woman seemed to be about 40 and both of her kids were definitely below 10.

“hi, i need two bear claws and a danish.” the lady demands. obviously, you’re taken aback by her tone. this lady didn’t even specify what kind of pastry she wanted. “uhm, okay! what kind of bear claw and danish?” you ask kindly, your customer service voice making an evident appearance. “i just want two bear claws and a danish. your job really isn’t that hard,” she pauses to narrow her eyes at your nametag, slightly adjusting her glasses. “y/n.”

you close your eyes, taking a deep breath and then opening your eyes just to see the lady’s face again. great. this wasn’t a nightmare. “ma’am, do you understand what i’m asking?” you ask, trying to keep your voice calm and steady. the woman sneers at you. “don’t call me ma’am, it makes me feel old! and i just want two bear claws and a danish, damnit!”

your eyes widen at her demeanor change. you glance over at her children, who are arguing loudly—annoyingly. you finally realize you’re gonna have to spell it out for her. “miss, we have apple cinnamon bear claws as well as almond butter bear claws. as for the danishes, we have cream cheese and strawberry cream cheese flavors. which would you like?” you ask, giving her a tight-lipped smile.

“obviously, i want the apple cinnamon and cream cheese! god, you young people are so clueless.” she shrieks. you flinch slightly at the annoyingly loud sound of her annoying voice. you nod slowly, grabbing a brown paper bag from the counter behind you. you stuff the contents of her order with tongs into the bag carelessly. gripping the bag, you ask yet another question, ready for this lady to take her ass on out the door. “$7.89, cash or card?”

“card, obviously. do i look like the type of person to be paying with cash?” the lady rolls her eyes, whipping her card out of her red wallet, waving it in her face. you rip the card from her hands, swiping it. it approves, and you place the card on the counter, pushing the paper bag across the counter to her. “have a nice day.” you mumble, and the woman just glares at you as she exits the store.

to top off your day, when you got home, you accidentally knocked one of your favorite perfume bottles off of the counter, smashing it and causing it’s contents to ooze across the tile floor. you curse yourself, cleaning up the glass and the scented liquid. you open your nightstand drawer, fully ready to go on your back porch to smoke. only to realize, you were out of literally everything.

now, you were gonna have to call your plug and ask for more. he’s gonna think you’re crazy asking for shit at only 10pm. you plop yourself down onto your bed, pulling your phone out of your pocket. opening the contacts app, you take a deep breath, trying to ground yourself. the phone rings a couple of times before he finally picks up.

“hello?” chris speaks. it was clear he wasn’t fully..sober at the moment. “uhm, hey,” you greet. things were casual between you two. or, they were supposed to be. there was obvious tension, but neither of you ever addressed it of course. “oh, hey angel. what’s up?” chris asks, and you can practically hear his lousy grin. angel. he’s always called you that. which was weird, because you were definitely no angel.

“can you bring some shit over? you don’t have to stay, i’ve just had such a long—“

“of course, angel. be there in 15.” was all you heard from the other line before the call ended. well, at least you were getting what you wanted.

30 minutes later, there’s a knock on your front door. fifteen minutes my ass, you thought. you scramble over to the door, ripping it open. you’re met with chris’ face. his red eyes, his tired expression. yeah, he was definitely high. you gesture to the open room behind you and he steps inside. chris nods, dropping the bag into your hands. it feels…oddly light.

“chris, how much did you bring? this is so light,” you question skeptically. chris just stuffs his hands in his pockets. you open the bag. it’s completely empty. “really? what was the point of even coming if you’re not gonna bring anything?”

“y’know, there’s like..other ways..” he mumbles. you cock an eyebrow at his words. “what?”

“like..other ways to get the same effect being high gives you. other ways to make you forget for a little.” he explains, shrugging like it was obvious. you didn’t like how cryptic he was being.

“what are you talking about?”

“sex.”

your eyes widen at the change in his demeanor. “what..?” you mutter. chris scratches the back of his neck. “sorry..i shouldn’t have said that. i—i know you don’t want to do that, im sorry, fuck-“

“chris,” you chuckle slightly. in all honesty, you were glad he’d finally said something. the tension had been gnawing at you for..well, a while now. “it’s okay. you’re completely wrong.”

chris tilts his head to the side like a confused puppy. “wrong? wrong about what?”

“about me not wanting to do that,” you mumble. chris’ eyes widen. “w—wait, really?”

“yes, chris.”

“h-holy shit, angel..” chris stammers, his pants already seeming to grow tighter. “well then..you tryin’ to relieve some stress?” he asks, his usual cocky grin starting to paint over his face. “absolutely.”

at your words, chris immediately grabs your arm and pulls you toward your bedroom. of course he’d memorized where your bedroom is even after only being to your house a couple of times. words couldn’t describe how much he’d wanted this. yeah, you liked him—a lot, but he craved it more than you ever knew he could.

reaching your bedroom, chris pushed the door shut and pushed you down onto the bed. he wasted no time crawling on top of you, pinning you down. “you’re bold today, aren’t y—“ you start, but you’re cut off by chris smashing his lips into yours. this wasn’t like any kiss you’d ever had. it was full of fire, passion, desire.

you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to you. chris slipped his tongue into your mouth, running it along the roof of your mouth. you weren’t exactly sure how long the makeout had lasted; you were so caught up in the moment.

chris captured your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulled away, slightly grinning. he dips his head down to your collarbone, placing open, wet kisses along them. he slides off your baggy crop top, admiring the sight of your chest, as you weren’t wearing a bra. “so pretty, baby.”

chris massages your tits, leaning forward to take one of your nipples into his mouth. he sucks on it, rolling the other one between his fingers, making you shiver and squirm. his actions cause a moan to slip from your lips, arching into his touch. chris chuckles, pushing your stomach back down onto the bed.

he trails sloppy kisses down your chest and stomach, eventually reaching your clothed pussy. he kisses over it softly. “can i take these off?”

you nod frantically, eliciting a chuckle to escape from his throat. he pulls off your shorts and panties at the same time, dropping them on the floor beside your bed. he stared at your glistening folds in absolute awe. he leans closer, the heat radiating off of you and onto his face. “you’re sure you want this?”

“yes, chris. please.”

“as you wish, angel.” chris mumbles with a grin, breaking the eye contact to run his tongue up your slit. you immediately arch into him, but he pushes you back down again, making you groan. his tongue circles over your clit, applying an unimaginably pleasurable pressure. he hooks his arms around thighs, spreading them further.

he brings his tongue down to tease your entrance before plunging it in as far as he can. you let out a whiny moan, something you’d never done. it was becoming clear to the both of you that chris could make you feel things nobody else could. his grip on your thighs tightened as he licked and sucked. it was as if he was on death row and this was his final meal.

“chris, i..” you’re barely able to vocalize that you’re extremely close already, the knot in your stomach tightening by the second. “hm? what is it, angel?” chris mumbles against your pussy, his breath sending shockwaves through your body.

“..’m close, chris” you whimper as he pushes his tongue back into you, releasing a hand from your thigh to let his thumb rub circles on your clit. you let out an almost pornographic moan at the motion. the string is about to snap, fraying at the edges. you were so close, but you wanted to savior the moment, so you were pushing it away.

“stop fighting it, angel. let go f’me.”

he didn’t have to tell you twice. at his words, you finally allow yourself to stop holding on, absolutely letting yourself go. you slap a hand over your mouth to muffle your shakily loud moans. chris grabs your wrist, pulling your hand away from your mouth. you finally come down from your high, shaking. “we’re not done, angel.” chris chuckles.

chris pulls off his jean shorts, along with his boxers. your eyes widen at the sight of his cock. you’d never seen anything like it. you weren’t sure you’d be able to take half of it. “i—chris, i can’t.”

“yes you can, angel. i’m right here to help you.” chris assures softly. he pumps himself a couple times. “see how hard you got me?”

he hovers over you and you grip his biceps. he lines himself up with your leaking pussy. “you ready?” he asks, more of a groan of impatience. you nod, squeezing your eyes shut. “angel, it’s fine.” chris chuckles.

he slowly pushes his tip into you, hissing at how tight you are. “chris, i can’t!” you whine. “that’s just the tip, angel. you can squeeze me as much as you need. if you really really need me to stop, just tell me.”

you nod slowly, sighing in nervousness. he pushes in further, the burning stretch gnawing at you. once chris can you’re ready to continue, he pushes in further. eventually, he’s finally able to bottom out. “you okay?”

again, you nod. “pl-please start moving..” you plead. sure, you were nervous at first. sure, it hurt. but, it hurt so good. chris nods, slowly starting to thrust in and out of you, never taking his eyes off of your face. “y’look so beautiful takin’ me like this.”

he starts to pick up the pace, causing you to let out moans, whines, whimpers, literally any noise anyone could think of. chris’ groans and pants only turned you on more. you start to clench around him, feeling your stomach tighten once again. and once his thrusts started to get a little sloppy, you knew he was just as close as you were.

chris peppered kisses over your face and neck, slowing his thrusts slightly. “where should i cum, angel?”

“uhm—in..inside..” you mumble, barely able to form words at this point. “you sure?” he asks, a little nervous. “very sure!”

chris nods, his arms starting to weaken beneath him as he tried his hardest to give you rougher thrusts. “c—cumming!” is all you manage to get out as you come undone on his cock. “me too, angel, me too. did so good for me.” he murmurs against your neck. his hot, white cum paints your gummy walls as you both pant.

chris pulls out of you and plops down next to you on the bed, laying on his back. he pulls you on top of his chest, wrapping his arms around your warm body.

“think you still need a smoke?”

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a/n: hi hi!! i hope you guys enjoyed this!! i still have a long way to go on my smut writing skills LMAO but i try my best😭 but yeah i know this was uploaded a little…late…but it’s okay😛

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A Helping Hand (Melissa Schemmenti x f!Reader)

Synopsis: You accidentally drag Melissa into a ruse in order to stop your friends from setting you up on any more blind dates

Words: 7.2k

Warnings: some self esteem issues, mentions of an age gap

“Trust me. This time I’ve found you the perfect date,” Carter said, pulling up outside Abbott.

“Not necessary,” you replied.

The last perfect date he’d set you up on had been a disaster. Not that you’d particularly wanted to go on the date to begin with. Your friends kept trying to solve your perpetual singledom, but what you hadn’t told them was you were holding out while working up the courage to ask out the one person you really wanted to.

“Why?” he asked, turning to look at you.

“Because…” You were about to regret the words that came out of your mouth, “I’m already seeing someone.”

“Who?” he asked, leaning towards you.

A loud banging came from the window. You jumped, turning to look behind you. Red hair shone in the morning sunlight and green eyes were peering in, looking less than pleased.

“Oi, you coming? The news will be on soon,” Melissa called through the glass at you.

“Yeah, just give me a minute,” you called back.

When you turned back around, Carter’s eyes had widened, flicking from you to her back to you. You froze.

“Is that her?” he asked.

“What?” you scoffed, “no. Look, I have to go.”

His hand shot you, grabbing your wrist.

“That’s who you’re seeing?” he demanded.

“Fine. It’s her. But it’s really new so don’t… tell anyone,” you whispered, “please don’t make a big deal about this.”

“She’s hot,” he said, looking over your shoulder.

You turned too. Melissa was still there, arms crossed, scowling at the car. You sighed, turning back to Carter.

“I have to go. But don’t you dare mention this to anyone. I don’t need you lot messing this up before it’s even something,” you hissed at him.

“Sure, sure,” he said, gently ruffling your hair, “go see your girl.”

You sighed, stepping out of the car. You slammed the car door shut with a little more aggression than you usually would use but you were tired and you didn’t even realise the can of worms you’d opened with a little white lie.

“You okay?” Melissa asked, falling into step beside you.

A car horn sounded behind you. You glared over your shoulder at Carter who was grinning at you.

“Fine,” you said, “just dickhead friends.”

The news helped calm you down and by lunch you’d forgotten all about your lie to Carter. Sitting by her at lunch, you were reminded of the way she made your heart beat faster and your breath catch. Her voice was enough to steal your attention and the way she’d laugh enchanted you. You’d do anything to make her laugh like that.

“Hey, is there something wrong with your car?” she asked, leaning back to talk to you at the table next to hers.

“It’s in the shop,” you replied, “the engine was making a funky noise and it got so loud I couldn’t ignore it anymore.”

“Who was that in the car that made you so mad?” she asked.

“Just my friend Carter. Apparently I’m now a charity case that my friends have put on a roster of car pooling,” you said.

The way she looked at you had you shifting in your seat.

“What?” you asked.

“You ain’t a charity case,” she said.

“Okay.” You weren’t sure what she was trying to say.

She nodded , turning back to her lunch. Nothing had made sense, and you still had no idea what she was getting at but the conversation was closed. You nodded to yourself, biting into the leftovers you’d been eating before.

After school, a significant amount of time after the dismissal bell had rung, you stepped out into the evening air, tightening your coat around your body. Carter lent forward on the horn, grinning at you as you hurried down the steps.

“Yeah yeah,” you muttered, sliding into the car.

“Isn’t that your girlfriend?”

You blinked, trying to figure out what he was talking about. You turned, finding Melissa striding towards the car, looking ready to breathe fire. It crashed back into you, the lie you’d told and how fucked you were about to be. She tore the door open.

“Come on,” she said to you.

“What?” You were looking up at her and she was staring down at you and it was like the world was dropping out beneath you.

“Come on.”

She grabbed your arm, hauling you out of the car. You barely had time to grab your bag from the floor mat. She lent forward, looking in at Carter as if he’d done something to personally offend her. That wasn’t something anyone would dare to do at Abbott.

“She won’t be needing your charity anymore,” she said before slamming the door.

Her hand curled around your elbow, marching you off towards one of the last cars left in the lot. She wasn’t explaining anything. Carter wasn’t leaving. Nothing made sense.

“Melissa, what are you doing?” you asked as she stopped to unlock the car.

“You’re no one’s charity case,” she said, “I can give you a lift.”

“So, what? I go from being my friends’ charity case to yours? I don’t see how this changes anything,” you said.

She pulled the door open for you, waiting with an expectant eyebrow raised. You sighed, taking your spot in her passenger seat. In the reflection of her rearview mirror you saw Carter approach, groaning at whatever was about to happen. They talked, Melissa’s eyes finding yours in the mirror before saying something to Carter.

She was looking at you oddly as she slid into the driver’s seat some minutes later. You were desperate to know what had been said, knowing it wouldn’t be good for you.

“Your friend asked me to come to a barbecue this weekend,” she said, staring the car, “as your new girlfriend.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. She dragged one away from you, forcing you to look at her. She hadn’t pulled out of her spot, sitting there in the idling car while you tried to tamp down your embarrassment.

“I’m sorry,” you said, slightly muffled from the one hand still doing its best to hide you from view.

“You gonna tell me what’s going on?” she asked.

“I just.” You sighed, “my friends keep setting me up on blind dates and no matter how often I tell them I’m not interested they keep doing it. So when Carter suggested I go on another one I told him I couldn’t because I’m already seeing someone and then you turned up. He asked if it was you and I… figured he’d never actually meet you so it didn’t matter. I’m sorry, I’ll tell him I lied to get him off my back.”

She pulled out of the parking lot, still not looking at you. Guilt curdled in your stomach and you didn’t know what else to say. Your head hung and you weren’t sure what to do. Maybe apologise more. Grovel for forgiveness. Melissa was not a woman to be caught up in bullshit she didn’t agree to and you’d done just that.

“I said I’d bring mac and cheese,” she said.

Your head snapped up. She still wasn’t looking at you, focusing on the road ahead, which given the driving was a good thing. Her lips curled up and you felt your cheeks heat.

“You don’t have to do this,” you said, voice small, fingers twisting in your lap.

“Do you want to go on more blind dates?” she asked.

“Not even a little bit,” you replied.

Her eyes flashed over to you then back to the road.

“You better tell me your address or you’ll never get home,” she said.

You directed her to your apartment building, not sure what else to say. She pulled up to the curb, looking up at it with a small wrinkle to her nose. Her approval was clearly lacking and that made your stomach twist again.

“Seriously Melissa,” you said as the silence stretched, “you don’t have to do this. I’ll just tell him.”

“What time should I pick you up tomorrow?” she asked.

And that was the last you talked of coming clean to your friends. She picked you up for the rest of the week as you waited for your car to be fixed, and dropped you off each night. And on Saturday, the day your friend Jenny was hosting a barbecue for Jared’s birthday, she knocked on your door rather than just sending you a one word text to get your attention.

“Hi,” you breathed out, seeing her there on the other side of your door.

Her hair was tied up, jeans and a tank top encasing her body. Casual Melissa was so very delicious, and for the afternoon she was going to be yours. It made no sense. None at all.

“How long do you think this thing’s gonna be?” she asked, pushing past into your apartment.

You followed her, watching her look over the room, eyes lingering on photos and little keepsakes. She picked up one frame, a small smile curling her lips before her expression was wiped clean.

“We don’t have to stay long,” you said, “whenever you want to go feel free to.”

“I’d never leave my girl alone,” she replied, placing the frame down again.

“Right. And I am sorry about this. Really.” You hoped she could hear the earnestness in your voice.

“Stop.” She held a hand up to you, “I’m doing this, aren’t I? If you keep apologising I’m gonna think you don’t want me to.”

“You’re being very kind,” you said, “thank you.”

“Think nothing of it, hon,” she said, “you’re my good deed for the month.”

You gave a weak laugh, picking up your container of watermelon and the cake you’d spent the previous night baking. She took them from your hands before you could ask for help. Locking the door behind you, keeping your face averted, you refused to let her see the impulse to swoon. In less than a week she’d treated you better than past girlfriends ever had.

You settled in the passenger seat, the cake resting on your lap, the wrapped present at your feet. Melissa merged into traffic, taking you closer to the party. You could feel your anxiety rising, not sure how this was going to go. Your friends and Melissa together in the same room, one believing she was your new girlfriend, the other pretending in order to help you… do what? Save face? Not go on any more awful blind dates? Use as blackmail material later down the road?

“I can hear you thinking,” she said, flicking on her indicator.

“Sorry,” you said.

“I’m not gonna give the game away,” she said, “stop worrying.”

“I just… I know you won’t,” you replied.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Why are you doing this? I’m not Barbra, you don’t… we’re not friends like that,” you said.

“Aren’t we?” She turned her head slightly, not quite towards you but not away from you.

“Are we?” You didn’t know that answer.

“Just accept the help, hon,” she sighed, and you didn’t know what the emotion in her voice was.

“Thanks Melissa,” you whispered.

She pulled up outside Jenny’s house, the balloons tied to the letterbox swaying in the air. You looked up at it, your anxiety spiking again. A warm hand landed on your thigh, giving a gentle squeeze.

“C’mon, hon,” Melissa said, “the sooner we go in the sooner you’ll see it’s all fine.”

“Right. Yeah. You’re right,” you said.

She didn’t hold your hand as you walked up to the door, nor did she try to touch you in any intentional way. She stood close enough for you to feel her warmth, but not so close that she was crowding you.

“Ready?” you asked.

Instead of answering, she adjusted her hold on both the mac and cheese she brought and the food you’d made and lent past you, knocking on the door. It took only a moment before the door was pulled open. Jenny was laughing at someone over her shoulder, before turning to look at you.

“Hey,” she said, pulling you into a hug.

You went, still feeling tense. Her eyes turned towards Melissa, interest entering her gaze. They swept over her before turning back to you.

“Is this her?” she asked.

“Uh, yeah. Jenny this is Melissa,” you said, turning to her, “Mel, this is my friend Jenny.”

“Lovely to meet you,” Jenny said.

“Yeah, you too. Where can I put this?” she asked, holding the food out to her.

“Oh, the kitchen is this way,” she said, turning on her heels to stride back into the house.

You shared a glance with Melissa before following Jenny inside. She helped Melissa place the containers of food down, looking out of the open door pointed at the backyard. Your friends were gathered, most already with some kind of drink in hand, Carter behind the grill, ominous smoke rising into the sky. Music was playing faintly and there were balloons all over the place.

“You work at Abbott too, right?” Jenny asked.

“Ya,” Melissa said and you realised that involving someone with severe trust issues of anyone she didn’t know was maybe not the best idea.

“She teaches second grade,” you said, “one of the best teachers we have.”

Her head snapped towards you, something unreadable crossing over her face before disappearing. Jenny was watching with interest and you knew you had to do better if you wanted your friends to think you weren’t perpetually single.

“Where’s Jared?” you asked, hoping to distract her from whatever was going on with you and Melissa.

“Outside,” she said, “so Melissa-“

You grabbed Melissa’s arm, tugging her towards the door before Jenny could say anything else. Out of her sight, you let her arm go, stepping down onto the grass. The air smelt of smoke and grass and summer, of days long since gone and days yet to come. You took a deep breath.

“Hey,” Carter said, jogging up to you.

“Hi,” you said, “I brought Melissa.”

“Great to see you again.” He was grinning at the two of you.

You rolled your eyes, shoving past him. Melissa followed you, right on the periphery of your vision, there but not close. Maybe that was a problem. If you were newly in a relationship would there be that much distance between you? Could you reach out and bridge the gap? You weren’t sure you could.

“Hey Jared, happy birthday.”

You thrust out the present in your hands to your friend. Tall and handsome, his charisma had meant he’d done well in life and love. In comparison, you were a hot mess. And yet growing up in neighbouring houses meant you had a friend for life it seemed.

“Thanks,” he said, a lazy smile spreading over his face, “is this the woman who’s finally taken you off the market?”

“This is Melissa,” you said, turning to look at her.

Her green eyes were narrowed and she’d crossed her arms, looking less than friendly. You sighed. You might have seen the softer side of Melissa Schemmenti but she was hardly showcasing it with your friends.

“Congrats on finally being good enough with this one,” he said, throwing an arm around your shoulders, “she’s a picky one.”

“Is she?” she raised an eyebrow.

“She has turned down every single person we’ve set her up with for three years,” he said.

“Has she?” She was looking at you with too much interest.

Hopefully she wasn’t putting two and two together. Three years ago you’d started working at Abbott and for three years all your dates were with people who weren’t her. You felt your cheeks heat up and you looked away.

“Glad to see someone broke the curse,” Jared laughed, letting you go, “get drinks. We have all kinds of stuff.”

You wandered off, waving to your friends, Melissa keeping step with you. The cooler was full of ice, drinks nestled inside. You reached down, passing her one of the bottles of beer before taking a soda for yourself. It shouldn’t have been hot watching her open the bottle, but it wasn’t often someone could do it without a bottle opener.

“Three years huh?” she asked after taking a drink from the bottle.

“My friends mean well but they have no idea what I’m looking for in a partner,” you replied with a small shrug.

“That’s a long time to not have one good date,” she said.

You shrugged again, not sure what to say. You weren’t about to admit the real reason was standing in front of you. You weren’t delusional enough to think she’d appreciate it or, god forbid, return your feelings. She could do better than you.

“Holy shit, y’all have to try this mac and cheese,” Henry called out, “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

Melissa looked towards them. You chuckled, looking down at your feet scuffing in the grass.

“What?” she asked.

“They’re never going to want to get rid of you now,” you said, “damn you and you’re mouth watering cooking.”

“My what?”

You looked at her, raising an eyebrow. She raised her own in response, waiting for an answer.

“Oh come on. You know you’re crazy good at cooking. You brag about it at least three times a week over lunch,” you said, “modesty isn’t a good look on you.”

She laughed, the kind that you desired to hear over and over again. Head thrown back, lips curling up into a beautiful smile, you stared at her doing your best not to have your feelings show all over your face. She nudged you with her shoulder, the laughter dying but her eyes sparkling.

“Jenny said you made this.”

Henry was there, holding the plate of mac and cheese, cheeks bulging from how much he’d put in his mouth. You snorted but you knew what was coming.

“If you break up with her,” he said, turning to you, “we’re taking her side.”

You snorted, “yeah, good luck with that.”

“Seriously,” he said, turning back to Melissa, “how do you do it? This is like the perfect consistency. And the flavour profile is off the charts. Do you do catering?”

“She’s a teacher, Henry. Chill out,” you said, “and I know for a fact Caroline won’t want mac and cheese at the reception. They’re getting married next year.”

That last part was for Melissa. She was growing more incredulous as the conversation continued. She stepped just half a step closer to you, her body warmth once again brushing against you. A small sigh left your lips, shoulders relaxing just a touch more.

“You ain’t getting my secret ingredient,” Melissa said, “but I’m sure I could be convinced to make it again for youse one day.”

“Convince her,” Henry said to you.

You watched him walk away, slapping Jenny’s hand away when she tried to steal some of it.

“You don’t have to do that, you know,” you said, turning to look at her.

“Do what?” she asked.

“Pretend like you’re going to be around forever,” you replied, “you never have to come to another one of these things.”

“Hon, let me decide if I’ll be back. You just worry your pretty little head about having a fun time with your friends,” she said.

Warmth bloomed in your chest. Her hand slid into yours, palm brushing against palm until her fingers tangled with yours. Your heart skipped a beat, the touch of skin against skin making you feel breathless. Her smile softened, hand tightening.

“Go have fun, sweetheart,” she said, gently pushing you towards the group gathering close by.

You kept half an eye on her as you joined your friends, tracking her movements through the afternoon. She mostly kept close to the grill, and after a few false starts, seemed to charm your friends. Watching her, it only cemented that you’d made the right choice on having a crush on her, as if you’d have any chance not to.

“I like her,” Jenny said, “and you obviously do too.”

She nudged you and Jared laughed.

“Well, yeah, I’m dating her,” you said, doing your best not to trip on the word.

“And you look at her like she’s even better than her mac and cheese,” Jared said.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“You’re the definition of heart eyes,” she said, “when you look at her you get all melty and soft.”

“I do not,” you protested.

“You so do,” she laughed, “you get that dopey smile whenever you look at her.”

“And you look at her a lot,” Jared said.

You didn’t know how to refute the claim without giving the whole game away. You sighed, eyes flicking up, as they had all day, to find Melissa. She was already watching you, those green eyes shining when they met yours.

“See? That’s the expression,” Jenny crowed.

“Lucky for you, short stack,” Jared said, resting his arm around your shoulders, “she seems just as besotted with you.”

Now that was going a step too far.

“I’m going to the bathroom. Be nice,” you said, ducking out from under his arm.

Inside the house, away from the prying questions and and knowing looks, you could breath easier. You locked yourself away in the bathroom, staring at yourself in the mirror over the sink. Your fingers clenched, thoughts racing. On the one hand it was good that you were selling the lie to your friends, on the other you hadn’t meant to show your actual feelings and didn’t want it getting back to Melissa. She’d know. Of course she’d know.

Cold water splashed up on your face and you put your game face back on. If you could keep it under wraps during school hours you could keep it under wraps now. You patted your face dry and slipped back into the house proper.

“So what’s your intentions with our girl?”

You paused just out of sight, listening in. Your friends, bless their hearts, were doing their whole Spanish Inquisition act and you couldn’t pretend like you weren’t interested in seeing how she smacked them down. There was no doubt in your mind she wouldn’t put up with their inane questions.

“I want to make her happy,” she replied and you could see the way she would be shooting them a look telling them how idiotic she found the question. As if her answer was obvious.

“Good answer,” Henry said.

“Could be practiced,” Jared said.

“Rehearsed even,” Carter said.

“Why her?” Jenny asked.

“What?” You could hear the offence settling into her voice.

“Why choose her?” Jenny asked, “and be careful. There is a right answer.”

You internally groaned, leaning against the wall. More than once someone had decided you weren’t worth it after going through this process. That the scrutiny wasn’t worth it. Melissa had to bring her A game if she was going to get through it.

“Why wouldn’t I choose her?” Melissa asked.

“She works too much,” Henry said.

“She eats too much sugar,” Jared said.

“She’s a mess,” Carter said.

“So why her?” Jenny asked.

“You say she works too much. I say she’s passionate. I haven’t seen such a talented young teacher in a long time. And yes, she eats like a kid with too much money let loose in a candy store. But she’ll share it with anyone she thinks needs it to the point where she’ll go without. And she’s not a mess. She’s doing the best she can and she’s doing it pretty damn well. I don’t know if youse don’t see her clearly enough but if that’s the only way you see her then it’s pathetic that youse call yourself her friends. I ain’t never seen someone who makes life brighter than she does. She is kind and talented and she cares so much it’s made her physically sick before. If youse think there is any reason I wouldn’t choose her, you’re wrong. So don’t give me stupid excuses to not want her. It won’t work. I’ve been choosing her longer than you know.”

It felt as if your knees were going to give out beneath you. You trembled, pressing back against the wall, doing your best to not slide down it. Your breathing, where you’d been holding it to listen to her, was now ragged. You had to pressed the heels of your hands to your eyes, forcing yourself to push the tears back.

No one had ever said anything like that about you before.

“You didn’t even mention how hot she is,” Jared said.

You pressed your hand to your lips to keep the wet laugh from making a sound.

“Her being hot is just an extra benefit. I’m not with her because she’s hot. I’m with her because she’s the sun,” Melissa said, scoffing at your friend.

Your mouth fell open. You had no idea Melissa could have been so poetic, especially without giving her a heads up that this might happen. Your heart was beating so hard in your chest and you had no idea how you were going to face her now. You ached, deep within you, to reach out to her, to press yourself to her, to bury your face in her neck until you weren’t sure where you ended and she began. Curling your arms around your body, you held on, desperate to keep yourself from falling apart.

“Good enough for ya?” Melissa asked into the silence left behind in the wake of her words.

There was a general grumbled agreement before footsteps began to sound again. You wiped the vulnerable skin under your eyes, brushing away the tears. You steeled yourself, straightening your spine, clenching your jaw. Taking a deep breath, you stepped into the kitchen again.

“There you are,” Jenny called, sticking candles into the cake you’d made for Jared.

Melissa was still there, looking out the door into the backyard. You sidled up to her, shoulder brushing against shoulder. She looked down at you and you couldn’t begin to unpack the expression on her face.

“You okay?” You asked, lowering your voice to keep Jenny from hearing.

“Perfect, hon,” she replied.

Her arm curled around your waist, so warm, making you only want to press yourself against her more. Your head fell on her shoulder, resting there, scared it would be too much for her and yet not able to stop yourself from seeking out her touch.

“Come on, you two,” Jenny said, “we got cake to eat.”

Melissa’s hand slid back into yours, and as you sang happy birthday to your friend, you felt your heart in your throat and your body yearning for her. As Jared lent forward to blow out the candles, she looked down at you, smiling softly, eyes sparkling down at you. You found yourself leaning towards her, drawn in by her gravity. She let your hand go, arm sliding around your waist, hand now resting on your hip, burning through the denim of your jeans. Your breath hitched and her eyes flicked down to your lips, her own pulling up in a small smirk.

You had no idea what to do with the way she was looking at you.

“Melissa,” Jenny said, stealing her attention, breaking whatever spell was woven over the two of you, “have you had any of our girl’s baking yet?”

“I made her a tiramisu for her last birthday,” you called to her.

“You made that? Shit, hon, I thought you’d bought it,” she said.

Had you revealed too much? No. No, you couldn’t have.

“Course I made it,” you replied with a small shrug, “no big deal.”

Something in her softened.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

Her lips pressed to your temple, soft and addictive and your breath caught in your chest. Your skin tingled with electricity and if you could bottle a single moment of your life it would be that one to revisit any time you wanted. It would feed you for the rest of your life.

There was a collective aw from your friends. Your cheeks heated and you had to look away, scared they’d see too much. That Melissa would see too much. Her arm tightened around you and you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

“Do you want some cake?” Melissa asked.

“Yeah,” you replied, cheeks still hot enough to fry an egg on.

You took a slice from Jenny, waiting to see Melissa’s reaction before taking your own bite. Her eyes slid closed and she made a noise so filthy you thought you were going to have a heart attack. It sent a shot of pleasure right between your legs and you felt your eyes widened as you looked at her. Her eyes blinked open, hooded and seductive, and you had to swallow past the lump in your throat.

“I’m going to marry you just to have access to this cake for the rest of my life,” she said, voice husky.

You laughed, a little uncomfortable even while the thought was pleasant. Being Melissa Schemmenti’s wife. It was one of those fantasies you tried not to indulge in too much. You shoved a forkful of your own cake into your mouth to keep from saying anything stupid in response.

“I wanna open presents,” Jared whined, mouth half full of cake.

Jenny laughed, shoving him over to the table of nicely wrapped gifts. He tore through wrapping paper, uncaring of the mess he was making. Melissa was still holding you, but was focused on him, no longer making you feel as if you were about to faint from the pressure of her gaze. Your head lent against her shoulder again, watching Jared holding up the awful sweatshirt you’d bought him with the president’s face on it. He was grinning at you before pulling it on despite the warmth and the sun.

“I look so hot,” he said, looking down at himself.

“You look sweaty,” Harry said, shoving at him.

“Hey, it’s not my fault you wish you had this sweet piece of ass,” he replied.

“I’ll keep my own piece of ass thank you,” he said, “she at least knows how to shower.”

“How about we don’t call women pieces of ass?” Jenny suggested.

“Sorry, Jen,” he said, “but you know what I mean.”

“And I hate it,” she said.

You laughed, pressing your face into Melissa’s shoulder to muffle it. You felt her nose brush against your temple, her own chuckle soft. Warmth bloomed through your chest, embers of fire floating through your bloodstream. You pressed more to her, hoping it would stop you from doing something stupid, like press your lips to the skin under your face. Her lips brushed your temple and you felt yourself freeze.

Cold water splashed against your stomach. You shriek, flinging yourself out of Melissa’s arms. Jared had levelled a water gun at you, huge and intimidating, the box it had come from lying at his feet. He lifted it and you ran backwards, cursing at him as you took refuge in the kitchen. Melissa was following you, looking no more like she wanted to be soaked than you did. But still, you were laughing as you looked out the window at them, the shiver of your wet shirt barely noticed while you watched the boys battling it out in the grass.

“You alright, hon?” Melissa asked.

You looked over, finding her leaning against the counter, arms crossed, eyes travelling over your body. Your cheeks heated again.

“Yeah,” you replied.

“You’re going to get sick if you stay in those wet clothes,” she said and you knew she didn’t mean it to sound like such an invitation.

“I’ll be fine,” you brushed off, turning away to keep her from seeing the moment of longing on your face.

Warm hands settled on your hips, pulling you back against a soft body and all thoughts fled from your head. You lent back against her, unconscious of your actions and yet desperate for it. Her breath ghosted against the shell of your ear.

“Let me take you home to change,” she said, “Ava doesn’t have the money for a sub if you get a cold.”

Of course. Of course it was about work. Even if a shiver went down your spine and a whimper threatened fall from your lips. You’d never felt such a deep well of want for another person before.

“Okay,” you whispered.

She gave your hips a squeeze before letting you go, stepping back. Thoughts flooded back in, the throb between your legs making you feel shaky. You tottered over to the door.

“Hey, assholes, we’re heading off,” you called to the boys, Jenny standing by the door as if daring the boys to try and soak her.

The chorus of complaints made you smile, shaking your head with such fondness it almost hurt. Jenny gave you a tight hug, ignoring how wet your shirt was, leaving a wet patch on her own. Jared lifted you off your feet, swinging you in a circle. You were laughing and holding on for dear life but his strength was everything. Henry have you a one arms hug, the other holding the water pistol, trying to fight off Carter. He grabbed your face with both hands, kissing you with a loud smack on your forehead.

You turned back to wave from the door before your hand was sliding into Melissa’s again and you were being led out the front door. Settling into her car, you let out a sigh, one that spoke of happiness and contentment. You lent back in your seat, the smile on your face wide, all encompassing, until the muscles in your cheek began to hurt.

“Thank you,” you said, “that was a really good afternoon.”

“Your friends are interesting,” Melissa said, pulling out onto the road.

“They mean well,” you said, “sorry if they… I dunno. Made you uncomfortable or something.”

“They didn’t,” she assured you.

“You don’t have to lie. I heard them grilling you,” you said, not quite able to look at her. You hadn’t planned on bringing it up, but the words spilled from your lips without permission.

“I wasn’t uncomfortable, hon,” she said but her voice was tight.

You sighed, shuffling in your seat until you were looking at her. Her hands had tightened on the steering wheel, knuckles growing white. You wanted to reach out to her but didn’t know how, not without making her unhappy with you.

“You answered really well,” you said, hoping it would calm her.

Her eyes flicked to you then back to the road, hands tightening. Still she said nothing. Your fingers twisted together in your lap, anxiety building again. The nice afternoon was being washed away, the calm you’d felt as you’d climbed into the car nothing but a memory.

“Melissa,” you said, hoping the words would come as you spoke.

“We don’t have to talk about it,” she snapped before you could say anything more.

“I’m sorry if they made you uncomfortable. And I’m sorry for eavesdropping,” you said, “I shouldn’t have done that. I could have stopped them and not… heard.”

“It’s fine,” she said, grip tightening even further, “we’re going to ignore it ever happened.”

“But what you said was so nice. I know you were only saying it so they’d believe we were together but… no one’s ever said anything like that about me,” you said, disappointment making your heart sink.

“What do you mean I only said that for them?” she asked, voice tight.

“Well, you were selling it, right? Helping convince them of the stupid lie I told Carter. Weren’t you?” You didn’t know what she was getting at.

Her head turned towards you again before back to the road.

“Hon.” You’d do anything to stop her sounding that way, like she was in pain.

“I don’t understand,” you said.

“I don’t suppose you do,” she sighed.

The silence that settled over you wasn’t comfortable. It made your skin itch and you wanted to do something to fix it. To make everything better.

“You called me the sun,” you whispered.

Her foot slammed down on the break. You jerked forward, the seatbelt cutting into you. You took a sharp inhalation, hand massaging your chest. Turning towards her, you found her already staring back at you. You stopped breathing.

“Because you are the sun, hon. To me, at least. And I don’t care if you don’t want to hear it. You need to know. You light up a room when you walk in and you’re so fucking bright. Sometimes I can’t even look at you,” burst from her, “fuck, hon, when you look at me like that I can’t think.”

“What?” You couldn’t be sure you weren’t dreaming.

“I didn’t agreed to this whole stupid thing for you,” she said, “I did it because I wanted to know what it would feel like to be yours. I was being selfish.”

“Melissa,” you breathed, overcome with the strength of your emotions.

“Don’t. Don’t you fucking dare. We’re going to forget this ever happened. We’re never going to talk about it. This is done,” she said, beginning to drive again.

You sat in silence, not sure how to tell her that was the opposite of what you wanted. If you never said anything then you’d never have everything you wanted. You were watching her, taking note of the way she was pointedly not looking at you.

She pulled up outside your apartment building. She sat there, still not looking at you, while you looked to her. She glanced over to you then back out the windscreen, face stoic and unfeeling.

“Go on,” she said, “what are you waiting for? An invitation?”

You continued looking at her until she huffed and turned to look at you too.

“I’ve never gone on more than a first date with anyone in three years because three years ago I met you,” you said, ignoring the disgruntled look on her face, “and since that moment I knew.”

“Knew what?” she asked.

“There wouldn’t be anyone else for me. You were it. Everything I ever wanted.”

“Don’t you fucking make fun of me,” she spat.

“Mel…”

You final bridged the gap, reaching out to her, fingers soft as they touched her wrist. She jerked back from you and it was like having your heart torn out from your chest. You were so close to having what you wanted.

“Melissa,” you said, trying again, “I want you so much it hurts. It’s like this physical ache in my heart. I look at you and it throbs like an open wound. You might think I’m the sun, but you’re the very earth beneath my feet. Solid and grounding and life giving. You’re the air I breath. I think about you all the time. To the point where I can’t sleep at night. I’m sorry. I know I’m being really intense. But you need to know how much I’m not making fun of you. I never would. Not like this.”

You’d been watching her face so closely, desperate to know what she was thinking. From anger to disbelief into something that was almost fear. Your hand landed on her wrist again, holding on now, desperate for her not to pull away again. You needed her to listen to you, to really understand what you were saying.

“What are you saying?” she whispered.

“I am hopeless and completely in love with you, Melissa,” you said, “but I never thought you’d feel the same way.”

She let out a long shaky breath, staring at you as if trying to work out where the lie was. You tightened your grip on her wrist. Her eyes shot down to it then back to you.

“You’re in love with me? Even when I’m so much older? When I can’t offer you anything?” she demanded.

“You can offer yourself and that’s really all I want,” you replied, “it’s all I’ve wanted for three years.”

Her hand rose, hovering over your cheek, before curling around the back of your neck and pulling you in. You whimpered into her mouth, lips sliding along lips. It wasn’t elegant and it wasn’t graceful, but it made your heart pound. She sighed, kissing you harder, as if trying to chase away the voices in her own head. You were swimming in want; wanting her closer, wanting more, wanting everything. Her fingers buried themselves in your hair, holding you there as her tongue sought out yours, making your head spin.

When she drew back, you were gasping for breath. Her lips were kiss stung and her eyes were bright. You surged forward, kissing her again, uncaring of the seatbelt and the centre console and awkward angle. You needed her like you needed air. She was your air. She was your everything.

She was always going to be your everything.

“Hon,” she mumbled against your lips, “wait a moment.”

You froze before reeling back. You never wanted her to ever be uncomfortable with you. You never wanted her to feel pressure or forced into anything.

Her fingers were still buried in the hair at the nape of your neck. She tugged on it and a shudder went through your body. Her eyes were smouldering and when her tongue ran along her bottom lip you groaned, loud in the enclosed space. She chuckled, tugging on your hair again.

“Let me take you out tonight,” she said, voice husky and you could hear how she was holding herself back, “please.”

“Like on a date?” you asked, breathless and desperate, thighs pressing together as you squirmed in your seat.

“Exactly like on a date,” she replied.

“Yeah.” You nodded, “yeah I’d like that.”

“Good.”

She lent forward, lips pressing to yours again. You whined into her mouth, not able to stop yourself. You wanted her so much it was making you lose all control. She pulled back again, sitting back, removing her hands from you. You tried to pull her back but she pushed you into your seat, making you almost cry out from your need for her.

“Go make yourself pretty for me, hon,” she said, eyes darkening when they swept over your body thrumming with desire, “I’ll pick you up tonight.”

“You don’t want to come up?” you asked, knowing how desperate you sounded.

“I do, but I won’t.” Disappointment plummeted through your body, “when I have you I’m taking my time to explore every inch of your body. I want to know everything that turns you on. We don’t have time for that before our date. Go on.”

“You’ll really come pick me up?” you asked, surprised you could still form coherent sentences after her declaration.

“Nothing could stop me,” she said, smiling at you with such wickedness it had your thighs clenching again.

You stumbled from the car, looking back at her. She was watching you, not even pretending not to. You waved to her from the door of your building, heart thundering, anticipation building, desire thrumming. She raised her own hand to you and you had to clench on the door handle lest you flung yourself back into the car and into her lap.

You had a date to go get ready for.

[tkaulitzlvr]

FORGET - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: when tom comes home from rehearsals in a bad mood, you suggest a way to make him feel better.

content: smut

a/n: i hate this but i haven’t posted in a while so hopefully it makes up for my absence. i’m having to reupload this bc for some reason it didn’t show up under any tags when i posted it the first time 😍😍 i love tumblr such a great smooth-running app 💗

the front door opens and closes quickly with a loud thud, soon destroying the peaceful silence that had remained throughout the house all day. it was evening, the sun almost set as it cast a plethora of dark purples and oranges across the cloudless sky. the day had been totally unproductive on my end: tired body sprawled out on the couch, enveloped in soft blankets, hands reaching lethargically to the bowl of popcorn resting in my lap, eyes fixed on the series that i had insisted to spend one hour watching, knowing that i had countless jobs to do - though time quickly passed by until it had totally slipped through my fingers.

tom however, had been the complete opposite of lethargic, having woken up early this morning and leaving for the studio as he had done everyday for the past week, a big show coming up at the weekend that he needed to be well prepared for. he had sealed our lips in a sweet kiss before exiting, embracing me in a quick hug before hurrying out of the door, seeming as happy as he would be any other day. yet the chaotic entrance he displays as he enters the living room tells me that he is not feeling at all content, his jaw clenched, with anger clouding over his expression, painting the beautiful features with a dark stare that admittedly frightens me the second i register his change in mood.

"tom?" i call out, leaning forward as his sultry frame nears my own, walking towards me slowly and slumping onto the couch beside me, maintaining a distance too large to not be questioned, instead of wrapping a gentle arm around my waist and attacking me with kisses as he usually would after a long day like this one.

he utters an almost inaudible 'hey baby', his words tender despite the lack of kindness that his tone and actions display, before letting out a deep sigh and massaging his temples, his head falling backwards in what i can only assume to be frustration. in any normal circumstance, he would be showering me with affection and asking me about my day amidst subtle complaints towards his own. yet he remains distant, eyes skittish, leg bouncing up and down as he refuses to shift his gaze towards mine or make any conversation, creating the questions of whether i am the reason for his current bad mood.

"what's wrong?" i ask, turning to face him and moving closer, placing my hand on his thigh in attempt to bring any comfort, no matter how small.

"nothing." he mutters, refusing to look in my direction, the harsh expression plastered on his face failing to soften. though he doesn't refuse my touch, allowing my hand to run soothingly across his thigh, my touch tentative as i test the waters.

"you don't come home looking this upset every day." i respond, not giving up despite his cold demeanour. my voice is soft, barely above a whisper, not wanting to frustrate him any more than he clearly is, instead opting for a more subtle approach, recognising the comfort that he silently craves. "talk to me."

the gentleness within my tone appears to work in my favour, tom slowly seeming to warm up to me, an exasperated sigh escaping his mouth as he turns to look me, his expression immediately softening, any remnant of tension fading away. he extends his hand outward, placing it on top of my own and giving it a small squeeze, the small act silently saying 'sorry for being a dick', though he quickly verbalises his apology as his mouth opens to speak.

"shit- i'm sorry baby." he mutters, shaking his head in apparent disapproval towards his own actions, the grip that his hand has on mine tightening slightly, his thumb running slowly up and down the skin. "practice was really stressful today, that's all. everyone expects so much of me and it's just a little too much sometimes. i didn't mean to take it out on you, i just-"

i immediately cut him off, resting my head on his shoulder and angling it slightly, allowing our eyes  to stay interlocked, a soft smile now etched upon his face, though i can tell it is forced, one that aims to console me instead of signal towards his happiness. "don't apologise, i get it. is there anything i can do to make you feel better?"

"it's okay schatz. i'll be alright." he mutters, resting his forehead against my own. the sudden close proximity allows me to register the rapid change in his eyes, the sea of brown soon taken over by lost as they darken, his gaze flickering from my eyes to my lips. he hesitates though, head nearing towards my own at an unimaginably slow pace, leaning in until our lips eventually touch, sealing in a sweet kiss. he is gentle, choosing to savour the tender moment rather than act on his impulses that are becoming increasingly obvious despite his attempt to hide it. i quickly kiss back, my hands naturally wrapping themselves loosely around his neck, tom's soothing my waist whilst the other reaches not so innocently, grabbing my ass and pulling me onto his lap.

i break apart from the kiss, moving downward slower and slower, hands trailing teasingly down the spread of his thighs, eventually stopping once my head is eye level with his crotch, noticing the way that his bulge becomes prominent through the material of his jeans. this angle allows me to notice his chest heaves up and down, ragged breaths leaving his now parted lips, legs spreading apart to allow my head more space where he wants it most.

"how about..." i mumble, voice low and seductive, lashes batting as my eyes look upward into his own, whilst my fingers reach towards the button of his jeans, making contact with them ever so slightly. "i make you forget about it all. hm? how does that sound baby?"

"mhm." he whines, hands reaching for the button of his jeans, doing so with limited success as i reach to stop him, much to his dismay. "fuck- please, just do something."

"just sit back baby. let me do the work. you're stressed out, i wanna make you feel good." i whisper, slowly moving his hands to rest at his sides, fingers hooking around the zipper of the oversized denim as i tug it downward, eyes never leaving tom's. he hoists his hips upward, allowing me to remove the jeans easier, letting the material pool at his feet, wasting no time before sliding one finger into the waistband of his boxers.

"jesus christ- please, don't tease. need to feel you." he breathes out, his voice low and ragged, clearly unable to withstand the slow pace of my movements, wanting more than just my touch, needing it to travel elsewhere, his boxers an obstacle to his desires.

somewhat pitying his desperation, i nod my head, complying with his plea, my fingers wrapping securely around the cotton, finally pulling them downward, his dick springing from the material, a loud groan sounding from his lips at the feeling. his eyes darken, no longer kind and forgiving as they had been when he was pleading just a few seconds ago. they are different, reflecting the desperation which is made more evident than ever before, no longer concealed by the thin material of his boxers.

and, before he is able to utter another breathy complaint of my hesitance, i soon put any ability to form coherent sentences to bed when my lips make contact with the tip of his dick, hand resting at the base as i slowly take it in, studying the way his mouth falls open, eyebrows threading together as he is unable to do anything but watch in awe, tired lust fuelling his motivation to keep his eyes open, refusing to tear his eyes away from the sight unfolding below him.

the temptation to stop just before taking the final few inches in becomes real once i realise that i cannot take much more, my entire body stopping momentarily to accustom to feeling so completely full, though the motivation of his short moans, quiet and almost unnoticeable, prompt me to go just that little bit deeper, until his tip hits the back of my throat, hand beginning to run up and down what i am unable to fit in.

almost instinctively, his hand threads through my hair, collecting the loose curls within his fingers, threading through it roughly as they begin to craft a makeshift ponytail, though i soon pick up on the true intention of his touch, realising that it is nothing close to resembling innocence, every ounce of intent behind it as i recognise the gentle movements the palm of his hand initiates, encouraging my mouth to move just a little faster.

"fuck schatz- just like that..." he allows a much more obvious moan to sound from the back of his throat this time, no longer concealing his recognition of pleasure that i provide, his walls soon crumbling down when i speed up, deciding that pretending to be in any place other than heaven itself would be foolish, unable to deny the way my mouth moves in just the right way, prompting him to his release faster than ever before.

the tears that soon cloud my vision act as no restraint towards my movements, cheeks hollowing as they tighten around him, the effect that this has on him impossible to deny as he curses under his breath, a guttural moan leaving his parted lips in clear confirmation of his satisfaction, this all i need to sink onto him further, determined to push him towards his release.

and he is clearly not too far away from it, his hips beginning to thrust upward, meeting my own movements as his steady hand on my head becomes not so assured, fingers shakily threading through my hair as he manages to take some control, though not enough to direct the way that my mouth moves. nothing has ever been clearer than his desperation, his hips stuttering more often than they manage to keep their movements contained, his tip repeatedly hitting the back of my throat, tears soon cascading down the tinted skin of my cheeks, the feeling of his dick beginning to twitch inside telling of just how close he is to his climax.

"fuck, don't stop baby, gonna cum..." through his moans he manages to speak, his mouth opening and eyes finally squeezing shut, this the only warning i receive before he shoots his hot cum into my throat as i quickly swallow it, a loud groan following his release. thrusting sloppily into me a few more times, his eyes open slowly, chest heaving up and down, entire body trembling as he comes down, finally allowing my mouth to leave his dick, saliva coating the length once i move away.

even when i adjust myself, collapsing beside him breathlessly, i can tell that this isn't enough for him. he craves more, beyond his fucked out expression, i see that he needs to feel me once again despite the evident fatigue etched upon my face. and he shows no shame in acting on his desires, reaching forward and pressing his lips onto mine once again, the kiss lacking the softness it had before. this time, it hints towards pure lust, desperate touches being nothing more than physical evidence of his hunger.

"just one more baby. can you do that for me?" he mumbles against my lips, our foreheads touching as he hovers above me, my head slowly nodding before i impatiently pull him back downwards, initiating the kiss this time as our lips reconnect once again, this time with more desire. he seems pleased by my sudden acceptance, enjoying the way i reciprocate his movements, craving nothing more than to see me begging for him, no longer looking for the innocence that had initiated whatever ungodly acts that are about to resume. his tongue delves into my mouth, teeth sinking into my bottom lip as he becomes rougher by the second, not interested in wasting time as i had the first time. his hands find the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head in one swift motion, taking only a few seconds to admire my frame, instead rushing to kiss the soft skin of my neck, his impatience taking any ability to appreciate what is in front of him away, though i know that he silently always will, his actions evidence of his adoration no matter how impulsive they seem.

heavy sighs escape my lips as he continues to mark my neck, hands fumbling with his t-shirt, desperate to remove it. tom quickly catches onto my impatience, removing his lips briefly from my collarbone to discard the material. my eyes immediately lock onto the soft skin trailing from his upper shoulders, gaze ending on his lower stomach, each inch of skin being caressed by my soft touch hand, running carefully over each muscle, the pads of my fingertips making gentle contact with his front whilst we maintain eye contact, the silence only frustrating tom more.

"i need you so bad." he mutters, hands finding the waistband of my leggings, my hips shifting slightly to allow him to tug them down. the air between us is a barrier to him, separating him in every way possible despite its invisibility. i feel it, almost as much as i do his body against my own. i long to be closer to him, yet he is connected to me, our torsos pressed together with our legs intertwined. we are so close, aligned with each other both physically and mentally, but it isn't enough. my heart twists at the gut-wrenching realisation that this moment will not last forever, aching to be intimate with him for every remaining second of my life. and each kiss he plants on my lips i gladly reciprocate, sealing our love in the most pleasurable way possible.

though when his lips kiss just above my panties, i lose all sense of reasoning, all ability to think about anything beyond the feeling of his mouth working against my body. it is enough to send me into a trance, hypnotised by the possibility of being pleasured, using this reality to tune out any thought that doesn't centre around him. he is my oxygen, his touch my endless supply of, the way his hands run along my body casting every worry, every mere uncertainty, even my surroundings away, my mind solely focused on the pleasure he is giving me, every crevice of my body caressed by his wandering hands, until they reach my underwear, tugging them down at an agonisingly slow pace.

"please." it is my turn to beg this time, soon realising how completely irritating it is to be so close to the very thing you want, the feeling soon becoming nothing short of a need as i gaze desperately into his dark brown eyes, willing to plead until my throat turns raw if the reward is feeling him inside me.

"be patient, meine schatz." he briefly responds, joining our lips together whilst one hand reaches behind me to unclip my bra as it quickly falls to the floor along with the rest of our clothing.

i struggle to be as complacent as i had been, failing to hide my growing desire to have him inside me, pulling him downwards into me and clutching his upper back so tightly as if he can slip out of my grasp. this emotion is overwhelming, every inch of me fuelled with utter ecstasy, thoughts of heaven itself seeming pathetic compared to this.

becoming overly impatient, my hands scramble for his underwear, pulling it downwards whilst his lips are attached to my collarbone, leaving purple-ish marks. he quickly pulls away, staring tenderly into my eyes, his gaze carrying thousands of emotions despite the silence between us.

"are you ready?" he whispers, tucking a few strands of hair behind my ear as he positions himself. "tell me if i hurt you, okay baby?"

i nod my head eagerly, knowing that any pain that would come from this would be insignificant in comparison to the pleasure. "i need words honey." he whispers, kissing my cheek repeatedly, finally satisfied when i utter a confident 'yes'. he pushes into me, a choked moan escaping from my parted lips, a slow groan coming from his as he begins to move. the euphoria coursing through every vein, every nerve within me is set alight the second he bottoms out.

it takes a few thrusts for him to create a steady rhythm, and even less for him to recognise the angle needed to drive me close to insane, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as he hits the place where i long for him most. small groans sound from the back of his throat, his heavy breath fanning over my neck with each thrust, head buried tightly into my neck. any chance to get closer to him, i feverishly take, wrapping my legs around his torso, allowing him to hit deeper spots nobody has ever felt before.

"oh fuck..." he mutters, speeding up as his hands find mine, interlocking instantly as he moves them above my head, our eyes catching each other's. the way he looks at me with such love, eyes capturing my own with such tenderness, such desire that it almost pushes me to my climax itself. it is this small act that brings along the realisation that i am hopelessly devoted to him, willing to put myself in almost any situation if it means that i am able to cherish moments like this with him, because without him i am an empty vessel. he fills me up in a way that has me begging for more, a moaning mess beneath him.

"please, don't stop!" i whine tiredly against his lips, feeling my release coming closer as my stomach tightens. desperate to reach it, i slowly begin to move against him, his hips stuttering against me in response, giving me the signal that he is close too.

"i know baby, i know." he recognises how bad i need it, speeding up in spite of his evident lethargy, his breath getting caught in his throat as he thrusts a few more times, throwing his head back and letting out a loud sigh, his release triggering my own. i swear i can see stars, my vision fading away, body so lost in intense pleasure that it is unable to focus on anything else but the steady movements of tom's hips as he rides out our highs.

breathlessly, he collapses on top of me, lazily stroking my hair as his lips are slightly parted, sweat glistening on his forehead whilst he attempts to regain his composure. this time i know he is finished, body tired and exhausted as it rests against my own, the room silent besides from our heavy and irregular breathing.

"thank you baby. always so good for me, love you." his voice is ragged, throat raw and tired, yet he exercises his limited energy to remind me of our love, his lips planting a slow kiss on my forehead.

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[kooktrash]

Omg can u write a drabble about seven days to love Jungoo being sick and whiney (and attention seeker) and oc taking care of him ofc hehe 🥺🥺🤍

okokok im bringing him back since he’s such a baby. you don’t have to read SEVEN DAYS TO LOVE to understand this drabble <3

JUNGKOOK’S SICK DAY | jeon jungkook

warnings: none. straight fluff. sick jk. needy jk. 1.9k words.

Your relationship with Jungkook started off rocky and you take full blame for that. You had been too stubborn to admit that he wasn’t as bad as you made him out to be and over time you let him creep his way into your heart till he was pretty much the owner of it. Of course this dwill don’t mean you made it easy for good m but it was only because you knew he secretly liked your mean streak. Your boyfriend was sweet and so unbelievably funny practically all the time that it didn’t take you long to realize when something was wrong—take the other night for instance when you unintentionally made him jealous and snapped at him for it.

This morning was another one of those times when you noticed he was acting differently than usual. It was the most minuscule of things that caught your attention today but it was just strange. Typically, on mornings you didn’t spend with Jungkook at your side, he sent you a good morning text. Last night you worked late and had an early morning class today that it had just been easier to go back to your own place and not visit Jungkook since it was a farther drive from campus. You expected to wake up to one of his long and dramatic good morning texts that usually went along the lines of:

‘kook🖤: good morningggggggggg my angry little cinammon roll, idc if you hate the nickname, I love it bc I know it annoys u hehe. miss u’

It was very annoying but unbelievably endearing and you always responded with a:

‘you: pls stop calling me that, it’s so corny.

you: but morning, miss you too <3’

Today though, you woke up with nothing and when you checked his location out of curiosity if he was busy, you found him at home and ended up calling him.

“Hello?” His voice was groggy and tired which was unusual for him at this hour, it was the first sign that something was up.

“Good morning, I didn’t get my text today,” you said sitting at your vanity as you readied yourself for work. It was a little past noon and you had already gone to class and he had yet to reach out to you. That was strange considering how clingy your boyfriend usually was.

Jungkook lay in his bed, wrapped like a burrito in his blankets and phone on speaker lying on the pillow you usually used, “Sorry baby, I’m just waki—achoo!”

You paused, taken back by his overly loud sneeze and sniffle, “You okay?”

You’re not sure why you expected the big baby that Jungkook was to say yes when it was just so out of character. You should’ve known he would have responded with a whine, “No! I don’t feel good, a-and I want you to come over and make me feel better.”

“I’ve gotta get to work,” you said with a pout, “Joon would kill us both if we don’t show up. Did you call in yet?”

“I’m about to,” Jungkook said with another loud sniffle and cough that made you wince, “Please, Y/n, come over.”

“Jungkook, I can’t,” you said apologetically, “Taehyung is the only one working tonight and you’re already not going in so I can’t miss too. It wouldn’t be fair—“

“Y/n, come over!” You could practically see him kicking his feet in a childlike tantrum.

“Babe,” you released a sigh, “I’ll feel bad if I miss. I’ll come over right after, take something and sleep, okay?”

“I want you.”

“Do I look like cold medicine?” You asked, hearing him mumble a yes that made you smile in amusement, “I’ll see if we can finish early, I promise.”

Jungkook left you with a muffled goodbye and you felt bad just leaving him hanging but Namjoon was your boss and friend. He doesn’t like dating in the workplace but he’s fine with the two of you and you don’t want to take advantage of him or make him think you won’t put work first. He probably won’t like that you’ll miss work simply because of your boyfriend, so you got to work feeling awful for leaving Jungkook to fend for himself.

“So, no Jungkook today?” Taehyung asked from the stop of the stairs where his sound booth was. You shook your head no, “Don’t think he feels good.”

“Poor baby,” Taehyung pretended to wipe a tear away, “Well, thanks for coming in, I have a feeling he didn’t make it easy for you?”

“Not at all.”

kook🖤: 🤒😞

you: have you taken anything yet?

kook🖤: 😞

you: boy…

kook🖤: 🤧😞

“Y/n, tell your boyfriend to stop texting me,” Taehyung said suddenly, “He keeps crying that he wants you to go see him.”

“Oh my god,” you laughed in disbelief, “I didn’t know he was such a big baby when he’s sick.”

“The biggest,” Taehyung said with a shake of his head, “If you could stick around for at least another hour or two, I’ll let you go, but let’s just see how busy we get.”

The answer was, you didn’t get busy at all. Although you wanted to go over to Jungkook’s place right away, knowing him, he wasn’t prepared for a mile cold and you ended up going to the store to find some over-the-counter medicine and some easy foods he could eat. When you finally got to his place it was just before the sun could set and you let yourself in with the key he had given you a while back.

“Who’s there?” Jungkook shouted tiredly from his bedroom, “If it’s not Y/n it better be the Grim Reaper because I’m depressed.”

You rolled your eyes setting your bags down, “It’s Y/n!”

You heard intense rustling and banging from his bedroom until suddenly you were being confronted by Kaonashi from Studio Ghibli’s Spirited Away—you mean your boyfriend, who was completely wrapped up in his black comforter with huge bags under his eyes, “Jeez babe, you’ve definitely seen better days, huh?”

Jungkook made a whining sound as he opens up his arms and the blanket before dragging you into him, wrapping you in with him and squeezing tightly, “S-so cold.”

“Did you take anything yet?” You asked, feeling your feet lift off the ground just a bit with how he held you in a hug. You felt him shake his head no and with an annoyed sigh you asked, “Jungkook! I’ve been telling you all day to take something. How are you supposed to get better?!”

“Stop yelling at me,” Jungkook sniffled as you struggled to free yourself from his hold, “I’m sick.”

You released a sigh as you lifted a hand to feel his face and neck and sure enough he felt warm, “Have you eaten?”

He shook his head no with a pout, and you took a breath, “Okay, why don’t you get in the shower and I’ll make you something real quick.”

“Come,” he begged, grabbing your arm but you shook your head.

“No, I’m going to making you something to eat, hon, go shower it’ll help with your fever,” you told him and with an annoyed whine he left.

“So dramatic,” you whispered to yourself watching him shimmy his way back to his room still wrapped in his blanket and you smiled at how cute he was.

You didn’t start cooking until you heard the shower running and you hurried to make him a simple soup that he better like because you're not a cook at all. He’s making you have to learn because he’s such a big baby who forgot to feed himself.

Not even five minutes later was he back out, shuffling his way back to you and hugging you from behind. “That was not a shower, Kook. It wasn’t even five minutes.”

“It was a rinse,” Jungkook confessed, following you around the small space of his kitchen. You just sighed, “Okay, get in bed, it’s almost ready.”

He whined making you look at him with a scoff, “I didn’t know you were so bratty when you’re sick, you big himbo! I already left work early, I’m not leaving, I’m gonna take care of you so just go to bed and I’ll be there soon.”

Jungkook grumbled under his breath as he retreated, “Always so mean to me.”

When you got back to Jungkook’s room holding a tray with his food you found him face down on his bed, spread like a star fish pretending to cry, “Y/n doesn’t love me.”

“Oh my god,” you laughed as you entered his dark abyss, “You’re lucky you’re cute because I’ve never met someone this dramatic in my life.”

Jungkook smiled, rolling onto his back, eyes red and puffy, nose red and puffy, lips red and puffy, “You’re back. Come in bed and let’s watch a movie.”

“First, take your medicine,” you ordered as he took his remote control off the nightstand and began searching through Disney movies.

“Princess and the Frog or Tangled?”

“Jungkook,” you warned him as he talked to himself.

“Princess and the Frog, I completely agree,” he mumbled to himself, “You’re like Tiana, personality wise and I’m like Naveen.”

“You’re more like Louis,” you told him as you handed him the medicine and a glass of water.

“Did you just call me an alligator?” He asked with furrowed brows as he attempted to glare at you but he couldn’t.

“Big scary baby just like you.”

“So mean to me,” he mumbled as he looked down at the bowl of soup before letting his jaw drop.

Your brows furrowed, “What’s wrong?”

“Aren’t you going to feed me?” Jungkook asked cutely. As much as you wanted to smack him, he was sick and you owe it to him to be here. You want him to see you care about him just as much as he cares about you and if that means spoon feeding him to make him happy, you’ll do it.

“I didn’t know having a fever meant you can’t use your hands,” you teased as you blew softly on the hot soup before bringing it toward his mouth, “And you better eat all this because I hate cooking.”

“Yes ma’am,” he joked as he took the spoon finally and began shoving it all into his mouth, “So good, I should snap a picture and post this on Twitter—I mean, ‘X’, and tag Gordon Ramsey.”

“Shut up,” you laughed.

Once he was done, he threw himself back with a burp, “Wow I feel so much better.”

“I’m sure you do.”

“I do,” Jungkook nodded his head, “Guess I was away from you too long and my body couldn’t take it.”

“Oh my god,” you groaned, “So dramatic.”

He laughed, “Kiss?”

“No, you're still sick, I could hear it in your voice,” you told him and he pretended to glare at you. “Y/n. Kiss. Now.”

“No—Jungkook!”

He tackled you onto the bed, putting his entire weight on you and trapping you beneath him, “Kiss.”

With a tired groan you nodded, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him down until your lips met. Jungkook smiled into the kiss, making himself more comfortable between your legs, not wanting to pull away even when you gently pushed at his chest. “Okay, Kook, there, you already can’t breathe well with your runny nose, let’s not push it.”

“Mm,” he groaned, “Baby, I’m sick, you can’t keep pushing me away.”

“How can I push you away when you’ve got me trapped under you?” You asked, tilting your head cutely that he smiled, squirming a bit over you.

“Right, I forgot.”

You spent two days dealing with your sick boyfriend who was the neediest baby you’ve ever met in your entire life, but you’d do it all over again.

::.

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AAA CONGRATS ON GETTING 2K FOLLOWERS!! 😭🥰 and thank you for the event! it looks fun :0 can i request rindou haitani + enemies/rivals to lovers + stuck together or 7 mins in heaven please? i cant choose between the moments so i’ll leave that one up to you if that’s okay :0 headcanons please! i don’t have anything specific that i wanna add for this request, so i hope this gives you more wiggle room to write how you want it to go ☺️ thank you and congrats again!! ❤️

—rindou haitani // enemies to lovers // stuck together

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“just so you know, this is entirely your fault.”

“my fault?! how the hell is an elevator shutting down, my fault?! do you think i spoke to god for a second and said, ‘hey, can you make this elevator stop working right now?’” you argued, sarcasm thick in your voice as you spoke. rindou shrugged nonchalantly, a look of boredom in his eyes. 

“who knows? maybe you’re one of those kinds of people.” 

“i am not, for your information! if anything, this is your fault! if you can recall with your idiotically small brain, you’ll remember that you’re the one who asked for a favor! from me! on a weekend! i should be financially compensated for this!” you exclaimed, pointing a finger in accusation at the boy sitting next to you. “i should still be sleeping right now!! it’s 5 in the damn morning! what was this favor you needed, anyways?!” 

“jeez, you’re so loud.” was all rindou responded with, making you even more frustrated with him. you decided not to respond though, just letting out an angry sigh as the two of you waited for the maintenance people to get you out of the elevator. 

the silence hanging over the two of you in the elevator wasn’t tense, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable either. honestly though, you didn’t really care about whatever rindou wanted, you were just pissed that he was somehow trying to pin this situation on you. 

what have you ever done to him?! literally nothing. you even had the decency to come all the way over to roppongi at 5am to see what he needed help with, even though he always acts like you’re just an annoying thorn in his side. you get that he’s emotionally stunted, but seriously, what was up with him?

a knock from outside the elevator door brought you out of your thoughts, instead bringing hope that you would finally be out of this elevator soon. 

“hello! we are the maintenance crew for this building, and we will get you out shortly! sorry for the inconvenience!” 

“don’t worry about it; thank you!” you called back, relieved. you stood up from your spot on the floor, stretching a bit since you had been sitting for a while. “ugh, thank god! i’m so hungry, i could eat a three-course meal right or somethin’...” rindou continued sitting on the floor, the same stoic expression on his face as the two of you waited for the elevator to open up. he was a bit more quiet than usual, but you wrote it off as him also being tired, (who wouldn’t be tired at this early time?). 

“oh yeah, but seriously, what’s the favor you need? if it’s gonna take long, i wanna get breakfast first.” you asked, a bit more curious as to what favor he was going to be asking of you. 

“you’ll see when we get there.” 

“man, stingy…you can’t even tell me how long it’s gonna take?” 

“no.” you frowned at his answer but decided to let it go for now. 

after a few minutes, you sat back down, wondering how long it was going to take to open the elevator. you wanted to ask the people outside, but you didn’t want them to feel like you were rushing them, so you just sat and waited, feeling a bit awkward with rindou. 

looking at him from the side, you couldn’t deny that he was beautiful. he would probably kill you if he ever heard you say that about him, but in your mind, it was true. it was the first word that came to mind whenever you saw him, no matter how much of an ass he was being in the moment. his tanned skin suited him well, providing a contrast from his blonde and baby blue hair, which always seemed to frame his face damn near perfectly. how was that even possible? there hadn’t ever been a time when you’d seen him look bad, which sometimes made you wonder if he was from another world. 

“you done?” rindou asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“hm? what?” 

“you’re staring at me; it’s creepy.” you scoffed at his words, immediately remembering his personality. 

“yeah, my mistake. you would be prettier if you weren’t such an ass, y’know.” you cringed a moment after you spoke, realizing that your words probably just gave him a major ego boost. 

however, when your gaze cautiously found him again, all you could see was his flushed cheeks and that he was looking away. 

huh? no way…

you reached your hand out, poking his cheek. 

“hey, what’s wrong? look over here.” he continued ignoring you, which made you just want to mess with him even more. “hey. hey. yoohoo.” with each word, you poked his cheek, finding amusement in the growing annoyance in rindou’s face. 

when you went to poke him again, his arm suddenly shot up, hand grabbing your wrist right before your finger was going to poke his cheek. 

“stop.” 

“hmm…?” you could hear the threatening tone of his voice, but all you could see were his red ears. “if i didn’t know any better, i would almost say that you’re maybe…oh, i don’t know, embarrassed? flustered?” at your words, he let go of your wrist instantly.

“whatever…” rindou muttered, turning his head even farther away from you. 

you paused for a moment, wondering if you’d gone too far with the teasing. there was no way, right? ran definitely poked and prodded at his younger brother more than you did, so why was he acting like this? 

well, you suppose that you can make it your problem. 

you leaned your head to the side, resting it on his shoulder as you let out a sigh. you held back a smile as you felt rindou suddenly tense up, his head finally turning back towards your direction, (you found it impressive that he had managed to sulk for as long as he did). 

“you’re so emotionally stunted.” 

“shut the hell up.” 

(the ‘favor’ was having breakfast on the rooftop, but you didn’t end up getting out of the elevator until noon).

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♡︎𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞♡︎

pairing(s): Spencer Reid x gn!reader, Spencer Reid x assassin!reader

summary: You usually kept quiet in a lot of situations so everyone knew to steer and let Spencer do his job when you started to get irritable at the fact your holiday leave was cut short but in the end he does what a doctor does best make it all better

word count: 750+

warning(s): Reader is Sleep deprived and a grumpy ass hole, kisses, cuddles, pet names, and language

A/n:—GIF; @merriell— You guys are getting two fics today because food poisoning seems to love me 😊

You were more grumpy today then normal and everyone steered clear of you since you walked into the BAU twenty minutes late and even Hotch knew that it wasn't the day to bitch at you declaring that you would just have to go over the case on the jet

You had worked a hard year and you and the team had finally got assigned on your holiday leave around this time of year crime got low other than robbery that lower rank detectives and police officers were perfectly capable of solving on their own

So four days into your break you didn't expect to hear the screeching ringtone of your work phone that you had tucked away in your bedside table at 6:30 in the morning with Rossi's gruff voice in your ear about having a case in Ohio you wanted to tear your hair out of your scalp

So four days into your break you didn't expect to hear the screeching ringtone of your work phone that you had tucked away in your bedside table at 6:30 in the morning with Rossi's gruff voice in your ear about having a case in Ohio you wanted to tear your hair out of your scalp

“Allright, wheels up in ten” Hotch stated into the silence of the conference room before exiting a steel thermos in his hand on his way to get another cup you assumed and without looking around the room you could still sense the awkward tension you were a high rank detective and an assassin for majority of your life for crying out loud

You stood suddenly from your seat the chair pushing back its wheels rolling in all different types of directions as you exited the room just as Hotch had meer minutes before Spencer wanted to go after you without a second thought but before he could Hotch was back rushing the team to the jet

You laid against the leather couch tossing and turning against the surface all attempts to get an extra hour of sleep out the window as you just irritably sighed staring at the back couch cushions your back turned to the rest of the jet

“Hey honey, you alright what’s going on?” Spencer question deep concern littering his speech and the tone of your boyfriend’s voice could make you cry

“I’m just… I’m just really tired and frustrated” Your voice didn’t go over a mumble and Spencer not plucking with his luck decided he would just have to toon the the rest of the world out and focus on the words that spilled from your lips

“C-can I try something? It’s a remedy my mom used to do for me when I was younger and couldn’t sleep” Your eyebrows furrowed only in the slightest was something you did when you were contemplating something or trying to think quick on your feet

Instead of talking you just scooted towards the back of the couch and the doctor was quick to take a quarter of the half couch deciding something more comfortable and compatible for you both the brunette took his hand underneath one of your armpits as if you were an I can’t he were picking up to sit on his hip and guided you to his chest scooting over to the now empty space

Before you could even register what was happening Spencer’s hands found their way to your warm body and it sent a small frown to his face. Who would be able to sleep if they were that warm?

They weren’t like ice cycles that migrated on the roof of your house but they were cool like the slight breeze of your cracked window as you slept The pad of his thumb met with the skin of your nose as he traced the slight curve of it before moving to your jawline, then a little under your eye socket, the curve of your chin and finally back to your nose

The touch grounded you in a way, it made you focus, redirected your train of thought. Your eyes watered from the exhaustion beginning to burn the longer you kept them open

“Go to sleep dove, I got you I promise” That melted right through the ice of your heart as your began to blink your burning tears away closing your eyes letting the soft touches on your face re-guide your focus Spencer started humming random Christmas songs lowly in your ear and you and him both knew you were a goner

The team took small lingering gazes at you both relieved and all around amazed. How the brunette could calm you down in a second from your most unethical high was still a case they couldn’t solve for themselves but they let it go untouched respectfully.

[farfromrealitypls]

Bound to falling in love

Summary: Helping out a friend- well, someone you knew. Let’s put it that way, turned out to affect your life more than you ever intended. And soon he’d actually become a friend and even more?

Warnings: mention of drugs, addiction, anxiety, language, making out

A/n: hey guys!!! I’m so sorry for not being active in so long! But now I’m back and to make it up to you, I already wrote some new stuff. I’m also working on a part 2 of “I care” since a lot of you seemed to like it. I love all of you guys and I hope you enjoy this one. Part 2 will be out tomorrow<33 Also please ignore the weird spacing in this, I couldn’t figure it out.

It was a beautiful morning in obx. You were in a light slumber, laying in your big bed between big white pillows and a huge blanket. Wearing nothing but a big T-shirt and panties. A light warm breeze softly hit your face through your open window and made the curtains dance in the wind. You could hear the birds chirping and the first sun rays peeked through the clouds. If you listened real closely you could even hear the waves from a far. What a peaceful morning.

That peacefulness disappeared abruptly when the doorbell rang. You let out a whine and scrunched your nose at that disturbing sound. You shifted your body but didn’t bother opening your eyes. But then it rang again. And again. And again…

“What the hell!?” You sat up with a grunt and ran your hand through your messy hair. Your threw the blanket off and dragged your grumpy self downstairs, eyes barely open. On your way down you heard loud knocking adding on to the obnoxious ringing.

“Someone better be dead” you mumbled to yourself.

You opened the door and standing there was Rafe Cameron.

“Wtf Rafe” you brought out, eyes half closed and annoyance written all over your face.

“Is Top here?”

“No? Why would he be?” You whined.

“He’s not home and I need to talk to him”

“Ok? So you decide to come here and terrorise me on my day off?” Was he serious? You didn’t bother trying to open your eyes more. You just wanted to go lay back down.

“Do you know where he is?”

He just walked past you, entering your house. Looking around like you were hiding Topper somewhere.

“Come in i guess” you shook your head in disbelief and closed the door.

“I need to find him” he said with a really serious tone.

Something was off. It’s Rafe, so it’s always something off, but this was different. You finally looked at him and let your tired eyes scan him. He looked like he hasn’t been sleeping in days. He had dark circles under his eyes and his eyes look even more insane that usual. He was glistening with sweat and kept fidgeting and continuously bit the inside of his cheek.

Rafe took a moment to get a good look of you too. His eyes wandered from your wild hair, to your puffy lips, down to your chest and then to your legs. You could see his lips turning into a small smirk. That’s when you realised you were standing in front of him with only a shirt and panties. Hair all messy and definitely no bra. It made you blush and you tried to pull your T-Shirt down a little further to cover up more of yourself and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Why? What’s so important?” You drew his attention back to your face.

“Doesn’t matter” He kept pacing back and forth.

You scoffed. The audacity of this man. You saw him mumbling something to himself and started to genuinely worry a little.

“Rafe are you ok? You look kinda miserable” you asked with a soft voice, tilting your head.

“I need to borrow some money from him” he stopped his pacing, but didn’t face you.

Money? That’s what all this drama is about? He is literally called “the kook prince” He had that nickname for a reason.

“For what?” You raised your eyebrows.

“I’m in debt with someone” He answered slowly. You expected the answer to be “a boat” or “a new bike” but debt actually sounded like a reallife problem.

“Rafe your dad owns half of this island. Ask him for money” you squeezed the bridge of your nose and really tried not to sound too unimpressed.

He remained silent for a bit before his eyes finally met yours again.

“He cut me off from all the money”

“Oh… well just tell whoever you owe money, to give you more time until you saved it up” you suggested, truly trying to insure him it’s not that big of a deal.

“I can’t! Fuck I can’t!” He raised his voice and threw his hands up. He started pacing again, biting his nails and his breathing fastened. This was definitely a big deal, you started to realise that he had to be in some deep shit and you honestly felt bad for him.

“Who the hell do you owe money?” You took a few steps towards him.

He zoned out and just stood there, clenching and unclenching his jaw.

“Rafe…” you softly pulled him out of his thoughts.

“Why is that important?” He shrug his shoulders and met your eyes. He looked so awfully tired.

“Because we will figure something out”

His expression softened and he gulped.

“Barry”

“Barry?!”

He was taken aback by your reaction and tried to figure out what it meant.

You sighed, turned around and left to go upstairs without a word.

“Where are you going?” He asked confused.

“Putting clothes on. And then we’ll go to Barry’s and fix your problem”

Rafe hesitated but you convinced him to trust you. He got into your jeep and you made your way to Barry’s. While driving you were rethinking your decision to help him. He was rude to you most of the time, he was arrogant and a coke snorting, spoiled rich kid. But the truth was, you never believed Rafe was as bad as everyone claimed. Sure he was an asshole, but many people were. You avoided and ignored him most of the time but you knew deep down he was just a little sad boy, with a shitty family and shitty friends. And something in the way he showed up at your house today, desperately needing help and miserable, made your heart ache. You looked over to him and he was playing with the ring on his finger, looking out the window. That’s when you noticed a really bad wound on his wrist. It looked like a burn mark and not a small one.

“What’s that on your wrist?” You asked concerned.

“I was late on a payment” he answered dry without facing you.

You frowned and tried to to get rid of the images of the scenario in your head. Now you really felt bad.

He didn’t say a word the whole ride and when Barry’s house appeared you heard him take a deep breath.

You parked the car.

“Stay here” you didn’t give him time to answer, you shut the door and walked towards Barry’s house. He scoffed at your bossy tone and then watched you disappear when Barry opened the door and let you in.

He didn’t take his eyes off the door the whole time you were gone. He chewed on his nails and went through a bunch of scenarios that could be happening right now.

Just when he decided to check on you, the door finally opened and you stepped out and made your way back to the car.

“Alright you’re good” you buckled yourself in.

“What?” He shifted in his seat to look at you better, clearly confused and waiting for details.

“You’re good. You don’t owe him anything anymore” you said proudly and gave him a warm smile.

Rafe let out a content sigh and leaned back in his seat, one hand pressed against his heart, eyes closed.

He opened them abruptly and turned to look at you again.

“You uh- you didn’t promise him any weird favours right?” He asked and stared into your soul.

You tilted your head in confusion.

“You know, you didn’t like suck him off for cash in there right?”

“Rafe that is called prostitution and is actually illegal.” You said with a giggle and couldn’t believe that that’s what worried him.

What Rafe didn’t know was that you knew Barry. Quite a long time actually. Not because you bought drugs from him, but because you were some what like friends. You hooked him up with a good paying job this one time and he owed you a favour for that. So you asked him to let Rafe go. He gave you this super long speech about how Rafe Cameron is a bad guy and he wasn’t worth it. It took some convincing but he finally agreed.

“No he actually owed me a favor. I helped him get an awesome job this one time and he had to make that one up”

You could see the relief on Rafes face and smiled at him.

“Thank you” he said quietly, smiling back at you.

“No problem. Do you want me to drop you off at your place?”

Rafe remained silent for a few seconds before he answered.

“My dad kicked me out” he took his eyes off you and looked down at his hands.

“Oh. I’m sorry” you didn’t wanna ask why. He already seemed upset.

“You can stay at my place if you want to. My parents won’t be home until next week” you offered with a soft smile.

“No it’s fine. You already got me out of a lot of shit” he shook his head.

“Whatever. I’ll take you to my place for now and if you decide to stay, you can” you put your car in drive and drove off. You glanced at Rafe, when you locked eyes with him he quickly took his eyes of you again.

You pulled into the driveway and then walked Rafe back to your house.

“Alright there is food in the fridge if you’re hungry. I gotta leave now tho, I’ll be back in a few hours”

“Where are you going? I thought it’s your day off?” He stood in front of you, hands in his pockets.

“Yeah but I’m volunteering at the hospital today”

“You-fuck. You know I swear if I look closely, I can see a fucking halo above your head.” He scoffed and pointed at your head.

“Yeah right” you chuckled and reached for the door handle.

“Y/n?”

You turned around to face him again and he stood there chewing on his bottom lip.

“I’m gonna get my shit together. I know everyone thinks I’m a fuck up, but imma get it together real tight.” He tapped his chest and stared into your eyes.

“I know you will. I believe in you” you said genuinely with a soft tone.

He nodded and gulped. And were those tears pooling in his eyes?

“I’ll start right now. I’ll figure something out” he stuttered and started pacing back and forth again.

You began to really feel bad for him, he was so broken and the fact he thought about himself as a fuck up hurt you.

“You should just rest Rafe. You’re tired. Give yourself some time and stop beating yourself up. It’s ok” you took a few steps towards him.

He stopped in his tracks and pressed his palms onto his eyes, taking a deep breath.

“Come here” you opened your arms for a hug.

He looked at you and hesitated, you could see his eyes glistening with tears.

You decided to just go for it and went over to him and embraced him in a tight hug.

He just stood there akwardly and you could feel every muscle tensing up underneath your touch. You started to gently run your hand over his back and finally he slung his arms around you, squeezing you so tight that it almost hurt. He buried his face into the crook of your neck and you felt some tears hitting your skin. There you were, holding this huge man who obviously didn’t get hugged enough his whole life.

Suddenly he pulled away and you let him go.

“Fuck sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong, probably coming off my high you know” he was quick to wipe away the tears, ran his hand through his hair and straightened his spine. Now he looked really tall and intimidating again. Just like the Rafe Cameron you knew.

You weren’t offended by him trying to find excuses now. You knew he needed that.

“Get some sleep. The couch is actually super comfy and if it’s not, you can go upstairs in my room.” You went towards the door again and opened it.

He nodded and ran his ringed finger over his bottom lip.

“I gotta go” with that you closed the door behind you and got into your car.

When you drove back home after your day at the hospital, you didn’t expect Rafe to still be there. You already convinced yourself that this was a one time interaction with him and that he’s just going to be rude to you again. He’s gonna pretend like all this never happened and he’s gonna tell you to shut up about it too.

You opened the front door and threw your stuff on the floor, walking straight into the kitchen to grab some food. You grabbed some leftover pizza and made your way to the living room.

You almost dropped your plate when you saw a person laying on the couch. It was Rafe. You couldn’t help yourself but smile when you saw him sleeping so peacefully. He was laying on his stomach, face squished into a pillow and his huge arms tucked under it. He barely fit onto the couch. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, he was absolutely beautiful and the sight of him still being here gave you butterflies.

You quietly set your plate on the table and grabbed a blanket. You gently threw it over his body. While doing so, you accidentally kicked the table and you flinched at that sound. Rafe shifted his body.

“I’m so sorry. Go back to sleep” you whispered.

“Mhm” he didn’t open his eyes and just tucked himself in with the blanket.

You giggled and took your plate upstairs with you. You ate your pizza and went to sleep.

You woke up in the middle of the night and felt like you were gonna die of thirst, so you decided to go downstairs and grab some water. You grabbed a cup and it fell out of your hand into the sink. You mentally face palmed yourself and just hoped it didn’t wake Rafe for a second time. You told him to get some rest and now you’re the one disturbing his rest.

“Y/n?”

Shit. You thought to yourself.

You made your way over to him.

“I’m sorry. I swear I’m not doing this on purpose” you tried to convince him.

He was laying there, face still squished into the pillow and one arm hanging off the couch. Eyes still closed, he looked like he fell asleep again.

You turned to leave when he grabbed your arm. You looked down at where his huge hand wrapped around your wrist.

“Wait” his eyes were still closed.

“Can you stay?” He asked with a deep raspy voice, half asleep.

“No” you answered.

He let go of your wrist and opened his eyes to look at you. He nodded and quickly took his eyes off you again.

“But you can come upstairs with me” you giggled softly.

A huge smile crept on his face and you could see the relief in his eyes.

“It’s a little more comfortable than the couch” you added.

He got up and towered over you, running his hand through his messy hair. You could feel the heat radiating off him and it made your heat beat faster. He just looked down at you until you pushed past him and he followed you upstairs into your bedroom. You snuggled into your sheets and so did he. You weren’t touching but he was laying close enough so you could feel his body heat and hear his breathing. You hated to admit that it made you feel safe and calm. You fell asleep pretty fast but every once in a while his hand would accidentally brush against your arm or he would lay so close that you could feel his breath against your neck and it made your body feel like it’s on fire. Why did you feel like this? You tried to shove all those feelings into a mental box and burry it deep down, since he’s most likely gonna disappear in the morning.

[starjedi86]

Change of plans

Summary: Your plans changed before Valentine’s Day.

Pairing: Pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x female reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.4k

Authors Note: Happy Valentine’s Day!

You were sitting on the couch, the soft glow of the screen illuminating your face as you talked with Joel over a video call. It had been a few days since he had left for a new job project in Houston, and you missed him more with each passing moment.

It was fortunate that with the help of technology, you were able to talk with him every night when he wasn’t working. That way, at least, you could see him and spend some time with him.

"So, how's work been?" you asked, a smile forming at the corners of your lips as you took a sip from your glass of red wine. It was Friday, so that meant you could relax and enjoy a cup of wine while talking with your boyfriend.

Joel leaned back in his chair, a tired yet content expression on his face. "It's been hectic," he admitted, running a hand through his soft brown hair that you loved so much. “It’s not easy with the weather, but I'm making progress. How about you, honey? How was your day?"

You sighed, thinking about the events of the day. “It was alright,” you replied, a hint of stress in your voice. “Work was hard as usual, but I managed to finish that project I told you about the other day.” You took another sip from your wine before looking back at the screen.

Joel's eyes lit up with interest. You knew he was feeling proud of you, just as always. “That's great to hear, baby! I knew you could do it.”

You smiled at his words, grateful for his support. "Thank you, love,” you replied, feeling warmth spread through your chest.

"I can’t wait until you’re back home with me. I miss you a lot.”

A smile spread across Joel’s face. “I miss you too,” he said, his eyes filled with love.

“And you know what else I miss? Your cooking. Nothing beats the taste of your homemade lasagna or that delicious blueberry pie you make.” Joel admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

You couldn’t help but chuckle as he mentioned his love for your cooking. “Well, I’ve been experimenting with some new recipes you may like,” you said, a playful glint in your eyes. “Maybe when you’re back, I can cook them from you, especially a new chocolate cake I learned to bake.”

Joel’s eyes widened, shining with excitement. The smile on his face couldn’t have been more evident “I’d love that. I can’t wait to be back home and taste everything you cook,” he said, his voice filled with anticipation.

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you took another sip from your wine. “I can’t wait for you to be back home too,” you said, feeling a warmth in your chest. “By the way, when are you coming back? You said you’d be here tomorrow morning.”

Joel’s expression softened, a hint of hesitation appeared in his eyes. “About that…” he began, his voice trailing off for a moment before he continued. “There’s something I needed to talk to you about.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the change in his tone, a sense of unease settling in your stomach. “What is it?” you asked, trying to keep the worry away out of your voice. You placed your cup on the coffee table and sat up straight on the couch, feeling tense.

Joel took a deep breath, his gaze locking with yours through the screen. “I didn’t want to tell you this, honey, but I… I might be delayed,” he admitted, his words filled with regret. “There have been some unexpected complications with my work, and it looks like I might have to stay a bit longer.”

Disappointment washed over you at his words, a lump forming in your throat. You bit your lip to keep the tears away from your eyes. This was affecting you more than you thought, since it was the first time Joel and you had been apart for such a long time since the beginning of your relationship. “How… how much longer?” you asked as you managed to say those words too loud.

“I’m not sure,” Joel replied, frustration and sadness evident in his voice. “I don’t think I’m going to make it back for Valentine’s Day,” he continued. You could see that he was suffering, but at the same time, he was trying to be strong for you, knowing how important that date was to you. “I know we had plans, and I’m really sorry.” Joel said, this expression pained.

Disappointment washed over you as you processed what he had just said. This was supposed to be a perfect Valentine’s Day. It wasn’t the first one you both had as a couple, but you wanted it to be special. You’d already planned lots of surprises for him, but now it seemed like those plans were falling apart.

However, before you could respond, Joel's voice softened through the screen. “But I have a surprise for you, baby,” he said, excitement evident in his tone. "Go to the closet and look on the top shelf."

Confused yet intrigued, you made your way to the closet of the bedroom. Placing your phone on your desk, you used a chair to reach the top shelf of your closet. There, hidden among his old stuff, was a small delicate velvet box. With trembling hands, you carefully opened it to reveal a beautiful necklace with a pair of matching earrings, a reminder of Joel's love for you.

In that moment, tears ran down your cheeks as you held the box in your hands. You had told Joel thousands of times that it wasn’t necessary for him to give you things, however, he loved and spoiled you so much that he didn’t care. "You didn't have to do this, Joel," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion.

Joel's eyes softened as he looked at you through the screen. "I know," he replied, his voice filled with tenderness and love. "But I wanted to. When I saw it, I thought it was perfect for you.”

You smiled through your tears, touched by his words. You couldn’t love this man even more. "Thank you, baby. I love it.” you said softly, feeling a surge of warmth in your chest.

Before you could say anything else, Joel’s expression shifted slightly. “Hold on a moment,” he said, his brow furrowing in concentration. “I have one more surprise for you, but you’ll have to wait until I come back to find out what it is.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of another surprise, curiosity piqued as you giggled. “Well, I can’t wait,” you said, excitement building up inside you.

Joel chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. “I’m glad to hear that. I promise it’ll be worth the wait,” he said, a playful glint in his eyes. “Hmm, it looks like I’m getting a work call. I’ll call you back as soon as I can, okay, baby?”

With a blown kiss and a promise to call back soon, Joel ended the call, leaving you alone in front of your phone, the box still in your hands.

You gently took out the necklace and put it on, along with the earrings. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help but feel beautiful. The jewelry fit perfectly on you, Joel always had a good taste in choosing things for you.

You were lost in your thoughts as you admired the necklace in the mirror when a faint sound caught your attention—a knock on your apartment door. Frowning in confusion, you glanced at the clock. It was late, too late for visitors.

You made your way to the door, you heart pounding in your chest. When you arrived, you cautiously swung it open. There, standing on your doorstep, was Joel, a sheepish grin on his face as he held out a bouquet of flowers.

“Surprise," he said, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Turns out, I finished my work earlier than expected and I wanted to plan a little surprise for you.”

Tears of joy streamed down your face as you threw your arms around his neck, holding him tightly as if you were afraid he might disappear. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of his embrace, you knew that, after all, you were going to have a perfect Valentine’s Day—not because of the gifts, plans or surprises, but because he was finally home with you.

[joonlaksme]

October 25th

Kim Seokjin x Mirrors

Contains: toy used, unprotected sex, semi-public, afab reader

Word Count: 2.1k+

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“Kim Seokjin. This must be one of the worst ideas you’ve ever had.” You can’t lie, you are a bit angry. Seokjin proposed this “genius” idea—his words not yours—for something the both of you can do at the upcoming fair. You can’t possibly think of something fun to do at this time of day at a glorified amusement park. Get in trouble for trespassing, maybe?

Why were you angry? Well for one, it’s the middle of November and you’re freezing your ass off. You hadn’t expected his genius idea to involve going outdoors. You thought with the way he was looking at you, he wanted to eat you out or something. Not tread ten minutes in the cold and hop a fence. Two, he’s leading you into the fair at 5 in the morning, a whole 5 hours before it opens up. He’s obviously not here to get dibs on some rides. The only reason why you’re not freaking out about getting caught for complete trespassing is because your boyfriend had taken a few days off at his job to work at the fair instead. He wanted to see what it was like, being surrounded by crying children, “lost items”, and cocky couples. His words, not yours.

You told him it was a terrible idea but gave in at the hint of free fair food. Yum, free fried food that you could possibly get food poisoning from. You were in.

The smell of something fried in dough was in the air from the day before. Even as you looked around, you caught glimpses of janitors cleaning up the discarded trash. They didn’t seem to care about the two of you. You met eyes with one of them but they just gave you a brief smile and continued sweeping cracked concrete.

Jin is holding your arm by your wrist, eyes lit up like a child showing their mother their favorite ride. He’s looking straight at the lights that just turned on all around a ferris wheel. It was a little cute but you refused to back down because of a couple of cute things your boyfriend did without even knowing he did them. Sure, he was gorgeous but that wouldn’t suddenly revive you and give you the energy you’ve been craving to catch up on. Recent work days were 9 to 7 and the rest of the day was filled with cooking and sleeping. You barely had time to binge watch your favorite shows. Even if you tried, you’d be asleep by episode 2. Sometimes you’d wake up in the arms of your boyfriend, lifting you up from the couch and carrying you to bed. He would lay you down gently, pulling the blanket over you right before getting in beside you and pulling your head against his chest. It was comfy and warm and days like those are when you sleep your best.

“You flatter me. You think my other ideas are good?” He grins, looking back at you.

That isn’t what you meant and he knew it but you’ve learned that he gets a kick out of teasing you. You’ve decided to just let it be when he says things like that. He usually isn’t looking for an answer, just the roll of your eyes satisfies him.

“Behold!” He shouted and you slapped his arm at his loud voice while it echoed in the empty area. He pouted, rubbing the spot you barely hit. “I wanted to show you this place. Isn’t it cool?”

You sighed and looked up, not surprised in the slightest for what Jin was showing you. Not a glimpse of excitement came to you and you sluggish read the words. In squiggly words that were decorated with polka dots and stripes were the words: Mazy’s Mirror Maze. Very creative. You looked at him and showed him an expression to describe what you were feeling. Absolutely underwhelmed.

“Yeah? It’s a mirror maze. What about it.” You mumbled.

Jin looked disappointed, wrapping his arm around your hip. You’re grateful for the warmth he adds on you, sinking into your skin. “Babe…you have no idea how fun this could be. A mirror maze. To ourselves?”

You’re not catching on so you pinch his sweater and tug at it, “Let’s just go back home. I’m tired and I have work at 12.”

Seokjin takes your hand into his. He lifts it to his face, pressing his lips on the knuckle. His eyes glaze over, begging you to let him stay longer. It seems he has hyped up his surprise too much in your opinion but you’re weak to those eyes. Damn those puppy eyes.

“Fine. Show me how fun this could be.” You wave at him with the back of your hand.

Then he’s pulling you into the maze. It’s full of normal mirrors at first but it seems like Jin knows where he’s going. Things look confusing and you’re looking at multiple copies of you and him. A couple lefts and rights and the lighting makes it hard to see, progressively getting darker the further you get in the maze. He doesn’t seem worried. You wince when there’s a sudden blast of light. You’ve entered this hallway, full of some mirrors that are normal and others that make you look odd. In some, you’re short and in others you’re lanky. You’re wavy in one and swirled in others. You’ve always wondered how these worked. All of the mirrors are lined with silver paint that seems to be chipping on the very edges.

“Okay. Now that we’ve gone through the maze, let’s go.” And you pull his arm to go to the door at the end of the hall labeled ‘EXIT’.

“Buh-We are not done here.”

And you’re suddenly in his arms. He’s pressed you against one of the straight normal mirrors. He’s purposefully pulled your body close to his so you can feel…

“How are you hard right now?” You ask incredulously.

He pecks your lips, “Have been for a while. You know why.”

And then your memory is jogged with the events earlier today. In a sleepy haze at twelve at night, he pulled you in and asked you if he should do something a little spicy. You mumbled under your breath, asking what he meant, and caught in your sight on something sparkly and the size of your hand. Your vision is blurred from the fight you have with your circadian rhythm. You tell him sure, why not, and drift off into slumber soon after. You swear you can hear his dragged out sighs as he shuffles around in bed. It annoys you but then he’s pressed against you and you can finally get some shut eye.

With you pressed on the mirror, Jin pulls his pants and underwear down in one go, not concerned for possible witnesses in the slightest. You gasp at what you see reflected in the mirror across the hall. There’s a pretty little plug right between Seokjin’s ass cheeks.

“Oh. Oh wow.” You add in, suddenly interested.

Nothing stops you from moving your arms around his body and grabbing handfuls of his ass. His eyes open wide, wanting more of your rough touch. He moves forward and tucks himself in your neck, a soft sigh peeking out of his lips. It’s when you press down on the plug that he’s twitching against your thigh and lets out this lovely moan.

“Can I- c-can we-“

You’ve noticed that Jin struggles to ask to have sex when he’s flustered. You find it cute and you’re overwhelmed with the desire to make him cum. Some part of you does want to wait to see if he can get the words out.

“Can you fuck me?” He finally gets out, body pushed against yours.

He’s needy, grinding against your thigh and gripping your hips hard. When you take a hold of his chin and pull him out from the corner of your neck, he’s faking this pout. His lips are down but it’s in a way that makes it look like he’s mocking you. You really want to wipe that look off his face.

You pull your pants and underwear down. You kick them away and stand with your hands on your hips. “You think you can hold me up?”

“I know I can.” His mood switches like a light. At one moment he’s a begging mess but the other, his head is way too big.

You pull your arms around his neck and jump up to wrap your legs around his hips. Your body is firmly pressed against the mirror when he leans forward and your ass feels cold on it. The feeling shocks you for a moment but you stop yourself from moving too much. One wrong move and you might topple over along with Seokjin.

He’s leaned against your chest, trying to look down and aim for where he wants to sink in you. You can’t help but laugh a bit when you notice him struggle. He’s frustrated, nose flared and face burning hot. Your laughter does nothing but mock him. It doesn’t help when you add:

“Is this the time you realize the hole is a little lower? It’s not that difficult, Jinnie.”

He whines, “It’s difficult because you’re too wet.”

Your legs cross behind his back, “Look at me, baby.” And he follows. You notice his eyes are watery and his pout is much more genuine this time. Good. You peck his lips and take hold of his cock, lips closed with a moan. You line it up for yourself, “Now, try.”

He pushes himself inside of you, not being able to help himself from letting out this most delectable moan. You groan with him at the sudden entrance. You swear he acts like he’d die without your pussy; It’s warm, tight, and so wet that he’s scared he might slip out. His thrusts are shallow and although he’s hitting the right spot, it’s just not doing it for you just yet. You notice by the way he’s heavily breathing that he’s turned on more than usual.

“Can I finger you when we get back home.” You whisper in his ear.

He reaches as deep as he can get before he’s pulling out from your neck, looking at you with his jaw dropped. “Can you not say stuff like that when I’m inside of you? Fuck…”

You moved one arm under his so it’s around his hip, the other arm still wrapped around his back to keep you stable. “Why? Were you about to cum? Does that mean you’ll say yes?”

He groans as he continues his shallow thrusts. Then you’re moving your hand down to his ass, pressed down on the butt plug. He stiffens and presses his forehead to yours. It’s sweaty but you don’t pull away. When he sinks all the way into you, he reaches deep and is caressing your sensitive walls. You’re clenching with purpose because although you know he won’t last long enough to make you cum, you still want him to feel good. You want his mind to be clear with nothing but pleasure.

“Shit-“ He’s twitching inside you, right on the edge. When you pushed down the butt plug constantly, it hit his prostate with such light pressure that it was constantly teasing him. When you do it again with that mischief filled grin, it’s over. He’s been turned on for 5 hours and it’s a surprise he didn’t cum as soon as he entered you (which happens sometimes and those are your favorite days. You end up coaxing another orgasm out of him when he’s much more sensitive). He couldn’t even fall asleep because he was so distracted by his boner. He was pressed against your plush ass as you slept tonight but it granted no relief because you slept like a rock, barely even moving.

He’s filling you up with the next shallow thrusts, eyesight full of static when he closes them. His consistent moans as he cums make you feel deeply satisfied. You kiss his cheek and rub his back while he comes down from his high, shaking in your arms.

“And what do you say?” You say through the silence once your clothes are back on. You feel cum already being caught by your underwear. Gross.

“You knew I wanted to make you—fuck you.” He pouts.

You should be shocked by his language. But frankly, you’re used to vulgarity and if anything, you should be the frustrated one. He pulled you out of your sleep to fuck in a mirror maze. Instead you mutter in a way that makes him barely hear: “Oh I will.”

When his brain clicks to what you mean, he flushes and it’s not just because of the waft of cold that hits the both of you once you leave through the exit.

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[ghostofskywalker]

Our Home, Together

Padmé Amidala/Reader

Fictober Day 24 of 31

Words: 728

Summary: You thought that the Senate would be adjourning in a few days time, but your wife surprises you at home a little earlier than that.

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The house was completely empty when you woke up, which was to be expected. The Galactic Senate had been in session for the last few weeks, which meant that Padmé had been staying on Coruscant. You’d gone with her in the past, but this time you had decided to remain on Naboo. As a writer you had the luxury of being able to get your work done anywhere in the galaxy before sending it back to your team, but the solitude of the house was sometimes a blessing if you were struggling with a particular piece.

You knew that she would be returning home at some point within the next few days, but that was always dependent on how much the Senate was able to get done. You didn’t often have to worry about your wife, because she knew how to handle things herself, and if there was any kind of trouble (even though you still couldn’t help it), you know that either her or her team would reach out to let you know.

You hummed as you made breakfast, and by the time the caf was ready, the humming had become singing. It was a natural thing you did sometimes, and it helped to keep your mind clear and focused. You could often be found working with some kind of music in the background, and you found that things were just a little easier with it around. Padmé knew about your habit, but had never seen it with her own two eyes, usually because it only happened when no one else was around. Your voice wasn’t the one of a professional by any means, but none of that mattered when it was just you in the room with your favorite song.

You had the music up particularly loud this morning, and your voice carried throughout the house as you went about your day. None of this would be a problem of course, if you were the only one home at the time, which you thought was true.

What you didn’t notice was that your wife had come home a few minutes ago, so you were not the only one in the house.

You heard what sounded like your name when the song ended, and you got up from your desk to see Padmé in the doorway, still in her traveling clothes but without her suitcases. Immediately, you walked over and wrapped her in a hug, relishing in the feeling of her arms around you. “I didn’t know you were coming back already!” you said, leaning in to kiss her.

“I wasn’t supposed to originally, but when I learned that the Senate would be adjourning early I decided to try and surprise you.”

“It definitely worked,” you said with a laugh. “I can’t believe I didn’t hear you, I must have sounded like a wounded gundark.”

Padmé reached down and took your hand. “You absolutely didn’t, and I’m not just saying that because I love you.”

“Come on-”

“Seriously,” she said, and your mouth closed as she continued. “I’ve been living in this house for a long time, and it was always too much for me. I spent most of my time in my Senatorial apartment on Coruscant because it felt more like a home, it wasn’t big and empty and echo-y. But now, ever since you moved in, this house has never once not felt like a home.”

You couldn’t help the way tears started to form in your eyes. “Really?”

“Yes,” she said, leaning in to kiss you lightly. “So coming home today and hearing the music, listening to you sing as you worked before I announced my presence, it made this place feel so much smaller and cozier, and I would never want it any other way.”

You stopped, not sure what to say after such an emotional declaration. “I love you,” was what you eventually settled on, the timeless truth that would always describe the feeling in your heart when you looked at her.

“I love you too,” she said, and you wrapped your arms around her again once more. “Why don’t you let me get changed, and then we can take a nap or something, I’m very tired.”

You smiled even bigger than you already were as you leaned in to kiss her once more. “My love, that sounds like an excellent plan.”

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Let Me In

Dark!Demon!Vi x Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Non-con undertones, Demonic haunting, claw marks, objects being thrown, seeing a figure, hearing voices, being touched by something, bodily possession, threats, praises, masturbation (dildo use), voyeurism, consensual somnophilia (fingering), rough sex (strap-on use), feeling of being watched, soul contract, obsession

Summary: You’re given a stuffed bunny as a comfort item for your birthday. Weird things start happening and your girlfriend is acting a lot more clingy than usual. Unfortunately, something else came into your home with the bunny, and it likes what it sees.

Author Note: First, I’m sorry this took so long. I had a really hard day yesterday and writing was the last thing on my mind. Secondly, Happy Halloween and Blessed Samhain! I’m doing a fun Halloween tarot pull this evening that I might post. I think you’ll like the cards ;)

You were curled up on the couch and watching your favorite show for the thousandth time. Your friends had left a few hours ago after helping you clean up the mess you made. Your birthday was celebrated in the best way possible - surrounded by your friends, aggressively playing rock band on your old Wii, and goofing around like you were all children again. Your birthday gifts were things that you needed like body wash, perfume, and some sexy lingerie. The lingerie was from your girlfriend and everyone had teased you like crazy when you pulled it from the box. You laughed and Amelia winked at you saying to keep it ready for the next time she came over. But, your favorite gift out of all of them was an adorable vintage stuffed bunny that Molly got you. You squealed excitedly and immediately started cuddling the cute thing, surprised that it smelled like violets. Molly told you that it used to be owned by someone, pointing out the name Violet written on the inside of the right ear in sharpie. You didn’t mind that at all. You love that it has a rich history and, if anything, it made you love it more.

“Goodnight, Nini.” You let out a yawn and cuddle up to the bunny a little tighter. You were too tired to get up from the couch, so you turn over and pull the blanket up to your chin and fall asleep.

The sound of something falling in the apartment wakes you up, jolting you from your dream. You open your eyes and squint into the darkness, wondering what fell to have made such a loud noise. You feel for your phone and pick it up, flinching at the bright light of your phone screen. 2:25 am. You sigh and turn the flashlight on, shining it around the living room to see what it was. You pause when you see your canvas painting on the floor and pout. ‘I thought I hung that up properly. I’ll move it in the morning.’ You turn your light off, stretch to put your phone on the coffee table, and curl back up under the blankets.

Over the course of a month, strange things have been happening in your apartment. It started small with things being moved a few inches from where you put them. You almost didn’t even notice that it was happening. Then, items would be in a completely different place than where you put them. Your phone would be on your bed after a shower when you knew it was on the counter. Nini would appear in your arms when you fell asleep out in the living room. You had shrugged it off as you forgetting that you moved them or that you were so sleepy when you grabbed Nini you didn’t remember doing it. But, that changed one night.

After a long day at work, you came home and wanted to relieve some stress. You could practically hear your dildo calling your name when you entered your bedroom. You hurriedly got out of your clothes and jumped into the shower before drying yourself off and yanking your drawer open. Sometimes you wanted to laugh at how excited you could get over a piece of silicone but today was not that day. You got into bed, getting as comfortable as possible before reaching for the bottle of lube. You made sure your dildo had enough before slipping it in. A satisfied groan leaves your lips as it soothes some of the burning. With practiced ease, you fuck yourself, letting out low moans as it hits all the right places. Your breathing becomes irregular as that knot in your abdomen grows tighter. But, you feel a little off and that makes you pause. You open your eyes and look around your room, seeing nothing but your things. ‘Weird. I feel like I’m being watched by someone. Maybe I’m just feeling paranoid after the day I’ve had.’ You shake your head, close your eyes, and relax once more.

You moan your girlfriend’s name as you go a little faster, imagining that she’s the one doing this instead of you. Picturing her cocky smirk and how her lip ring shines when she does that, the bouncing of her tits as she rocks into you, and the feeling of her soft hands on your body. After a harder thrust than necessary, trying to mimic the way Amelia does it when you’re close, you cum and loudly moan her name. You attempt to fuck yourself through it, but the pleasure is too much so you let go. You’re breathing heavily as you come down from your high, slowly taking out the dildo so you don’t crash down too hard. In your dazed state, you could have sworn you heard a woman’s voice say, “do it again” and that was motivation enough to get up and clean your toy and yourself. 

By the time you do that, you’re too tired to bother making dinner and decide to go to bed. You put your toy away, crawl into bed and grab Nini. Like always, you squeeze her to your chest and let your eyes drift shut. Sometime in the night, you wake up for an unknown reason. You find yourself gazing into the dark room, eyes wandering around when you freeze and feel a chill go down your spine. By the end of your bed is a figure of a woman and you can’t take your eyes off of it. ‘Is this real? Is this a dream? What’s going on?’ Your heartbeat picks up in your chest as it feels like it’s looking at you. Like it knows that you know it’s there. You hug Nini tighter, the smell of violets bringing you the comfort that you needed. When you blink, the figure is gone and you pass out shortly after.

In the morning, you woke up feeling a subtle sting on your thigh. When you looked down, you saw a few red scratch marks and that unnerved you. After what you had seen in the night - still unsure of whether or not that was a dream - you got dressed for work feeling a little rattled. Before you left, you texted your girlfriend and asked if she’d spend a few days with you. Amelia had agreed and teased that you could wear that new bodysuit for her. You playfully responded that she might have to wear it for you, making her laugh.

As you are getting ready for Amelia to come over, putting on one of your other lingerie sets, you stumble forward as if you’ve been pushed. Confused, you glance behind you but see nothing. ‘Did I just lose my balance? No one is here to push me… What the fuck?’ You furrow your brow. A knock sounds at the front door and you hurriedly put a t-shirt on. You rush out of your room and unlock the door to see your girlfriend standing there.

“Hey, baby.” Amelia smiles, leaning in to give you a peck on the lips, “Are you okay? You look a little spooked.”

“I’m okay. I just lost my balance earlier and nearly face-planted into the wall.” You chuckle, closing the door behind her.

“I brought dinner.” She lifts up the plastic bag in her hand, “It’s your favorite.”

“You’re a lifesaver.” You smile sweetly, kissing her cheek, “Let’s eat, and then we can cuddle on the couch?”

“Sounds perfect.” Amelia grins.

Nothing weird happened the first two days that Amelia stayed with you. In fact, you forgot about it. The two of you indulged in each other, exchanging kisses, playing around, and having sex. You idly had the feeling of being watched while you two had sex, but it vanished as you got more focused on your girlfriend. That should’ve been the first sign that something was very very wrong.

“So, what are we watching?” Amelia walks into the room, sitting close to you so you can throw your legs over hers.

“I was thinking How to Train Your Dragon?” You give her the puppy dog eyes, “I know we’ve watched it like a million times, but I want to fall asleep in your arms. And! Nini hasn’t seen it! Pleeeaassee?!” You plead, leaning forward and loosely grabbing her shirt. She stares into your eyes before capturing your lips in a hot kiss that has you climbing into her lap. Her hands dip beneath the waistband of your shorts to squeeze your ass and a shiver goes up your spine as Amelia gets a good grip. You break the kiss - even though you don’t want to - and give her a curious look.

“What?” Amelia asks.

“You’ve never kissed me like that before.” You blush, “What’d I do to earn that?”

“Be really fucking cute.” Amelia grins, “Now do you want to watch the movie or continue to let me kiss you?” You bite your lip, contemplating what she said.

“One more kiss and then we can watch the movie.” You smile and lean in. That one more kiss ended up with you pinned to the couch while your girlfriend practically devoured your lips. Your legs are wrapped around her waist, her hands up your shirt, and on your chest. You have never been kissed like this by her and you were absolutely loving it. That was until you realized how wet you were and that you wanted to watch the movie even though you were turned on.

“Okay…” You breathe out after pushing her away, “As much as I’m loving this. I want to watch the movie… but I don’t mind you touching me if I fall asleep.”

“I need a direct yes or no on that, Y/n.” Amelia says sternly, making you bite your lip.

“You can touch me if I fall asleep during the movie.” You chuckle as Amelia brightens up. So you get up and grab Nini before snuggling on the couch. Amelia tosses a blanket over the two of you and you press up against her as her arm rests across your waist. You’re so engrossed in the movie that you end up falling asleep before the ending. But, you’re woken up by the feeling of your girlfriend’s fingers between your thighs. Even in your half-wake state, you can hear the soft praises leaving her lips.

“You feel so good, princess.”

“I can’t believe you’re letting me do this.”

“You’re such a good girl.”

“I love the feeling of your wet cunt.”

“I can’t wait to fuck you.”

You fall back asleep after your orgasm, drifting off into a dream of that very same thought. When you've woken up in the morning, Amelia’s face is buried in your neck and she whines when you try to get up. You giggle and wake her up, getting a confused look from her when she realizes that she’s on the couch. She asks you when the two of you fell asleep out here and you told her it was sometime after the movie. That only seemed to make her more confused, but she got up and left for work without any other questions.

Amelia chooses to stay longer but you notice that things are off with her, since your place is closer to her job. In the evenings when she’s home, she’s all over you like you’re a glass of water and she’s been out in the desert for weeks. Kissing you and touching you in ways that she’s never done before that have your body burning. But, in the mornings, she’d be confused or not remember what you did the night before. When you asked her if she was okay, she said it was probably because she was stressed.

You felt bad about that so you wanted to treat her since it was your day off. So, you spent part of your day making the apartment look really romantic. Lighting candles, cooking her favorite meal, getting her favorite dessert, and putting on the new lingerie that she got you. You stood in front of the mirror and checked yourself out, letting your hands roam your body as you admired how it looked on you. ‘Amelia is going to lose it when she sees me in this.’ You giggle. Something shifts in the corner of the mirror, prompting your eyes to flick up and you freeze. The same shadowy figure you saw a week ago was standing behind you and you start to tremble in fear. You were wide awake this time. What happened a week ago wasn’t a nightmare. You can’t take your eyes off of it, can’t move as it takes a step closer to you. Your heart is in your throat as it walks until it’s behind you, a cold chill appearing along your back as it does that makes your trembling worse.

You can’t think. You can’t do anything but stare at it in the mirror. You stop breathing as its hands lift, reaching out to caress your hips, and you want to scream when you can feel it against your skin. It’s ice cold. The hands go up your body, one clawed finger brushing over your bottom lip when you hear a growling voice, “I can touch you, little princess.” And then it vanished. Your legs gave out beneath you and you drop to your knees, breathing heavily as you try to process what happened. ‘What? Wha… what the fuck was that?! W-Was that a-a- demon?’ Your phone rings, making you scream but you get up and grab it realizing that it’s Amelia calling.

“H-Hello?” You clear your throat, trying to calm yourself but you can’t because of the feeling of being watched.

“Hey, baby! I’m on my way home. Do you want me to pick something up or are you cooking?” Amelia’s voice soothes your frayed nerves.

“I’m cooking so you don’t need to pick anything up, but um…” You nervously look around the room, “Will you stay on the phone with me? I missed your voice.”

“You’re adorable.” She laughs, “Sure, I’ll stay on the phone with you for the rest of my drive. Why don’t I tell you about my day?” You agree, cautiously putting your clothes on. For the next fifteen minutes, Amelia keeps you company as she rambles about her day. You finish making dinner and place it on the table when she hangs up. It would only take her a few minutes to get here, but that left you tense and scanning the apartment for the demon. Suddenly, everything started making sense. Objects moving from where you put them, the scratches you’d wake up to, the figure you saw when you woke up in the night, and the feeling of being watched. Because you are being watched. But the question is why? When did this happen and how did it happen?

The sound of the door opening makes you flinch but you jump up from the couch when you see Amelia. You’re running over to embrace her and give her a kiss before she can comment on the decorations. Your eagerness takes her by surprise but she kisses you back just as enthusiastically.

“What’s all of this?” Amelia laughs when you break the kiss.

“You said you were stressed so I wanted to do something nice for you.” You giggle, “Go get changed and we can eat… and you can have a little surprise after.” You whisper seductively, kissing her neck.

“I am more than okay with that.” She grins. You don’t tell Amelia what happened earlier. You wanted her to enjoy the night that you had planned for her. You’ll tell her about what happened tomorrow but you needed to have one last night of normality before things went crazy. If your girlfriend didn’t believe that you have a demon in your apartment, she might just leave you. And then there was the issue of figuring out how long this demon has been with you and everything else on top of that.

“So… What’s my surprise?” Amelia asks as she put her plate in the sink. You give her a flirty smile, slowly backing up toward your bedroom, as you motion for her to follow you. You were wet from the thought of what’s to come, excited to get what you’ve been craving for these last few days.

“You have to come here and find out.” You purr, before giggling and slipping into your room. You reach up and undo your dress, letting it drop to the floor as Amelia appears in the doorway. Her eyes widen, tongue flicking over her lips as she scans your body. 

“You’re so beautiful.” Amelia purrs, walking over to you, “My beautiful princess.” She grabs your hips and yanks you towards her, making you put your hands on her chest.

“What are you going to do to me then?” You whisper, pressing your body against hers, “Princesses deserve to be worshiped, don’t they?”

“You’re so lucky I’m packing right now.” Amelia growls, backing you towards the bed, “You better spread those pretty legs of yours nice and wide for me. Are you going to let me in?” 

“Of course, I am.” You fall onto the bed with a giggle, watching in anticipation as she removes her clothes to reveal her strap underneath.

“And you’re going to cum for me when you do?”

“That’s the plan.” You wink.

“Legs.” She clicks her tongue and you obey, spreading your legs to reveal your wet slit. You knew she was really looking forward to this one because it’s crotchless. There would be nothing to take off or move out of the way.

Amelia settles between your legs before leaning down and kissing you. It’s hot and rough with her biting at your lip and sticking her tongue into your mouth. You moan against her lips as you feel her rub the strap along your slit, coating it in your slick so she can enter you. She grabs your hips and you’re needily pulling her towards you with your legs. With a chuckle from her, she slides into you and you groan in relief.

“Ready, baby?” Her eyes are hungry as she waits for your response.

“I’m ready.” You hum, “Be rough with me tonight? You haven’t done that before.”

“Only if you tell me what you like.”

“I will.” You smile.

She starts off slow, trying to find the right rhythm that has you the most vocal. Once she does, it only takes a few questions before she’s pounding into your pussy. You’re surprised by how rough she’s being with you right away, but the pleasure you’re feeling is worth it. Her hips snap forward to find your g-spot and leave you breathless. You whine out her name and beg her to go faster, throwing your head back onto the pillows when she does.

Your breathing is ragged from the constant pleasure you’re feeling, moans slipping out as you become more and more dazed. Amelia praises you for taking her strap, for presenting yourself for her, and it sends a wave of heat through you. You lay there and let her fuck you, enjoying the moment of your girlfriend being so comfortable with letting loose. She was usually more reserved and a bit quieter, but she was really praising you tonight. It made you want to cry because it felt so nice to hear her say those things.

“I love you.” Amelia groans, pushing her strap deeper.

“I love you, too.” You gasp out.

As you feel your orgasm teetering on the edge, you feel funny. It feels like there’s pressure in the center of your chest as if someone was pushing down on it. You couldn’t focus on either one of them, caught between the two sensations as they both built up.

“F-Fuck, Amelia!” You whine out, your body tensing as you cum and that pressure seems to root itself in your chest. Your girlfriend draws out your orgasm before leaning down and placing a kiss in the center of your chest. Her lips feel cool against your warm skin and you sigh contentedly as she pulls out. You lay there and enjoy your post-orgasm daze while you hear her moving around. You open your eyes when you feel her hand on your cheek to see her looking at you with wide, adoring eyes.

“I can’t believe you let me in.” Amelia chuckles, making you furrow your brow.

“What do you mean by that, baby?” You put your hand over hers.

“I could get used to a pretty thing like you calling me that.” Amelia smirks and you scream when her eyes change from their beautiful hazel to a vivid red. You scramble backward on your bed as the white of her eyes turns black and you’re frozen as Amelia’s body drops to the ground. Black smoke rises from your girlfriend’s body and forms into that shadow figure you encountered earlier today. You watch in horror as the shadow starts changing colors and looks more solid. In a short minute, there’s a woman with pink hair standing in front of you wearing clothing that triggers something in your memory. 

“Y-You’re…” You swallow, “You’re that demon from earlier.”

“I am.” She hums, a wicked smile on her face, “Surprise.”

“T-That can’t be possible. You-” Your eyes dart to your - hopefully - unconscious girlfriend, “What did you do to her? How are you- How are you even here?!” You stutter, feeling hysterical. Amelia could be dead and you’re talking to a fucking demon!

“Her? She’s fine. She’ll wake up tomorrow with no recollection of what happened after dinner.” The demon shrugs, “How am I here? You welcomed me into your home over a month ago. Very kind of you, I might add. I’ve never been cuddled so tightly before.” She chuckles like she told the funniest joke.

“Cuddled…” Your eyes immediately go to Nini who’s propped up in the corner of your bed. You always kept her there unless you wanted to snuggle up on the couch, “Nini…?” You breathe out, looking back at the demon in shock as a blush covers your face.

“Bingo.” She grins, reaching over you to pick up the stuffed bunny, “I was originally going to consume your soul, but you treated me so sweetly that I started to like it. And if I killed you then it would stop and I’d be on to the next meal who may not be as sweet.” The annoying buzzing in your head from trying to place why she looks so familiar was getting to you. Her clothes, her hair, even her face were all bothering you. ‘I know it was something from history class… the club explosion that happened forty years ago? That’s it! She reminds me- No, she looks like one of the women they found dead. What was her name? Fuck, why can’t I remember it all of a sudden?!’

“Violet!” You shout, startling the demon, “Your name is Violet, isn’t it? You were the girl who originally owned Nini a-and you… died in that club explosion.” You say quietly.

“I died with nothing but rage and revenge on my mind.” Violet plays with the bunny’s ears, “When you die like that there’s no rest for you. I took my rage out on everyone I came into contact with after they donated my bunny. It got fun after a while and I got to consume their souls when they had nothing but despair left in their hearts.” She sighs wistfully.

“Then I was handed over to you, and you…” Your breathing hitches as she pins you to the bed, “You quickly became my obsession. Imagine my glee when I found out that you had a girlfriend. I tricked her into letting me possess her because I wanted you. I’ve spent every single night with you for the past week, princess.” Her eyes glow in excitement.

“Y-You-” You feel your heart drop. Those changes in Amelia.. her memory loss and her attitude change with you were because Violet was possessing her. The kisses, the caresses, the sweet words, and the way she touched you so skillfully were all from Violet. Even just now during sex. ‘I was so in love with the way Amelia opened up… all the things she said… that was her.’ A tear runs down your face and Violet wipes it away.

“Don’t cry.” Violet coos, “You’ve given me a physical form, so I touch you myself. Your soul belongs to me now, princess. I’ll be by your side and be able to love you forever.” She purrs, brushing her lips against yours.

“M-My soul- belongs to you?” You whimper, “H-How?”

“You agreed to let me in.” Violet taps the center of your chest, “There’s a mark here. My symbol. And, that pressure you’re feeling? That’s the contract you made with me. You won’t die until I decide to consume your soul which I won’t ever do.” She licks her lips. You were speechless, staring into her eyes to see if she was lying because that’s what demons do, right? Lie. Except, the pressure in your chest reacted when her finger touched your skin. You struggled to get out from under her and she moved off of you, letting you get up from the bed and stand in from of the mirror. In the center of your chest is a pentagram with the roman numeral six (VI) in the middle of it. You shakily touch it and suck in a sharp breath when it doesn’t rub off.

“So you… own me?” You look up in the mirror and flinch when you see that she’s right behind you. One of her arms circles your waist as she brings her hand up to touch the mark, tenderly stroking the skin.

“Forever.” Violet purrs, kissing your neck, “You might want to get rid of that girlfriend of yours before I decide she’s a good meal.”

“C-Can demons even love?” You question.

“What’s not love but obsession?” Violet hums, “And I… am utterly obsessed with you, Y/n, darling.” She tilts your head back and captures your lips in a sinful kiss.

[spideyharrington]

Avoidance

summary: you’ve been friends with steve harrington since freshman year in highschool. and you’ve also been in love with him since then. but you realize he would never love you back, so you decide to put some distance between the two of you without explanation.

warnings: cursing, self esteem issues, attachment issues, abandonment issues, emotional angst to fluff !

A/N: ignore nancy in the gif 💔 this is not proofread cuz i’m tired and lazy. also it’s been quite awhile since i’ve written but i’m feeling extremely attached to steve still and also needed to get some of my own emotions out lol

word count: 3.3k exact :)

It was yet another sleepless night. Your brain too wrapped up in anxious thoughts to even let you think about closing your eyes for more than a few seconds. So you listen to the rain hitting your window and let the thoughts take over, deciding you needed to stop pushing them away. You weren’t sure how long you’d been staring at your ceiling for, but you were shaken out of your thoughts by the phone ringing. It’s one in the morning who the hell is calling? You thought as you went to answer the loud device.

“Hello?” You sounded drained.

“Couldn’t sleep either huh?” Steve sounded almost as drained.

“Nope. Why’d you call?” You hadn’t meant to sound so short but you’ve had quite a rough day at work and didn’t feel like talking. Usually Steve would make you feel better immediately but lately being around him, even hearing his voice, has just made your heart hurt.

“Figured if I was awake you probably would be too.”

“Okay… So why call? Just to test your theory?” You joked but there was hardly a joking tone present.

“I guess I just wanted to hear your voice. Helps me clear my thoughts sometimes,” he ignored your joke, “are you alright?”

“Yeah Steve. Just peachy.”

God why am i being so rude to him? He didn’t do anything?

“Was work bad today?” He knew better than to take your tone personally.

“Yeah. Nothing new though. Just people being assholes.” You didn’t feel like talking about how your day at the video store went. You’re pretty sure you even scared Robin with how irritated you were getting, considering Robin was silent half the shift and she always has something to say.

“I’m sorry princess. Anything specific-“

Princess… A name he initially used a joke, to call you dramatic or pretend like you were asking for so much as if you believed you were royalty, that he’s been using on a more regular basis lately. God you hate that name.

“Steve I’m really tired. I gotta go.” You felt bad for cutting him off but you couldn’t pretend to give a shit about work right now. Not when you knew that’s not what was really bothering you.

There was a beat of silence, Steve being surprised at you cutting him off and the tone you had, “okay. I hope you sleep well. I’m here if you need me.” He knew you weren’t sleeping soon.

“Yeah you too. Goodnight.”

When Steve hung up he couldn’t shake the awful feeling he had that he had done something wrong. Usually he doesn’t worry about that with you. You’re always so kind to him and reassuring, knowing he blames himself easily for really anything he can. But tonight just now, that was new. He hated it. He hated not being able to make you feel better.

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After falling asleep sometime around four in the morning, your alarm went off at six thirty for work. Needless to say you ended up flipping off your alarm clock and going back to bed. You woke up again to the phone ringing, but you decided to ignore it, completely forgetting why your alarm went off. About your shift at Family Video.

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To say Steve was anxious when he arrived at work to see Keith instead of you, was a huge understatement. Not even because he hated working with him, but because you were weird last night and now you didn’t show up to work. You haven’t missed a day since you started there.

“Hey Keith. Where’s y/n?”

“Thought you would know Harrington. She decided not to show up today.”

“She didn’t say why?”

Keith laughed, “she didn’t even call.”

Steve’s anxiety only grew. He immediately went to the phone in the back, calling you. If rang for what felt like an eternity. No answer. He called again. Okay, he called a few more times.

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Your phone wouldn’t stop ringing. You looked to your clock, it was twelve pm. You reluctantly got up to answer.

“What?” You already knew it was Steve. He was the only one who would call that many times in a row.

“Y/n what the hell?” You could hear the panic and slight relief mixed with a hint of anger.

“Mind telling me what i’m being yelled at for?”

“Yelled at? I’m not-“ you heard him inhale, you knew he was pinching the bridge of his nose, “does your shift at work today ring a bell?” You couldn’t even tell which tone he had that time.

“Shit. Sorry. Slept in.”

“…That’s it? That’s all you got?”

“Jesus Steve I’m so sorry you had to work with Keith. I’ll get ready and head over there, calm do-“

“I don’t give a shit that I had to work with Keith, y/n. I thought- I was worried something happened.”

Shit. Now you were really being an asshole. You know how anxious he gets when someone isn’t where they’re supposed to be and don’t give a reason. Not after all the scary shit you’ve been through. He immediately assumes the worst. Even if it does seem slightly irrational, neither of you are sure what exactly is rational anymore.

“I’m sorry. Seriously I just went to bed so late and i stopped my alarm without thinking. I’ll be there as soon as I can. I’m really sorry.” You felt like crying. You know the panic he was feeling when he didn’t see you and when it took ten calls for you to answer. Steve could hear that through the phone.

“It’s okay. Sorry I got a bit too anxious over nothing. Take your time, yeah? I’ll be alright with Keith for a little longer.” His voice was much softer again.

“I get it Steve. Please don’t apologize, I think you’re allowed to feel that way after everything you’ve been through.” Steve felt himself relax a bit, your reassurance made him feel better after worrying all night about doing something that had pissed you off.

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You arrived at work thirty minutes later somehow. Steve smiled when he saw you and you tried to smile back but you knew it wasn’t very convincing.

“You’re lucky you’re good at knowing what movies customers would like. Otherwise you’d be kicked to the curb y/l/n.” Keith pointed at you, sounding surprisingly less angry than you’d expected.

“Sorry Keith. Won’t happen again I swear.”

“Better not.” He mumbled and walked through the back door to his car.

“Hey. Would you rather sort and restock or check out customers and rewind these?” Steve held up a handful of tapes.

“Doesn’t matter to me.” You shrugged. Steve knew you preferred to sit and rewind the tapes when you were tired and / or anxious. So he stood up and gestures towards the chair he was previously on.

“the rewinding is all your princess.” He did a funny bow and attempted to sound british. Though it was definitely Australian. It actually would’ve been really impressive if Australian is what he was going for.

“Do I get a koala too?” You smirked and it took Steve a second to realize the jab at his accent.

“Wow ok I see how it is I do something kind and you repay me with a snarky comment.” He put his hand over his heart and pretended to be offended. But his grin gave him away.

“Oh I’m sorry. Thank you Steve Harrington! My savior!” You put your hands together and pretended to fawn over him, laughing.

God Steve loved your smile and your laugh. He’d sell a kidney to see it 24/7.

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When Steve was away stocking the romance section, your thoughts came back. Your depressing mood resurfacing. You were trying to keep your distance a bit, but he kept pulling you back in with his warm smile and his stupid Harrington charm.

You joked every now and then for the rest of your shift, but Steve could tell your mood had changed again. You knew he knew by the look on his face. A weak smile that you knew was the same you were giving him.

“Try to get some better rest tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“No promises. And yeah.” You lied. You had already decided halfway through your shift that you wouldn’t come in to see him on your next days off, including tomorrow, like you usually did. You were going to make it four days without seeing him. You were going to try not to call him too, but you knew better than that. You knew he’d end up calling you. If not to talk then to check you’re alive.

You waved goodbye and drove home. Deciding to watch a comfort movie before falling asleep earlier than you thought you would. Probably from the lack of sleep from the previous night.

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Steve looked up every time the bell on the door rang, waiting to see you. The highlight of his day. Except every time he looked, it was never you. Robin noticed of course.

“Alright Steve. This is getting a little pathetic. Even for you.”

He gave her a confused look.

“I know you’re waiting for y/n to walk through the door. We have fifteen minutes till we’re closed. I don’t think she’s coming in today dingus.”

“She just- She usually comes in.”

“Steve you saw her yesterday. She’s probably busy. Maybe Eleven is making her build a fort with her again.”

Steve just shrugged and worked on rewinding the last few tapes. It was oddly a comforting thing for him to do when you weren’t there. It reminded him of you.

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When Steve got home he called you just like you thought he would.

“Hey Steve. Sorry I didn’t stop in today. I am alive and I’m fine. Just had a lot of shopping to do.”

“No it’s okay. You have a life outside of that store.”

It was silent. Neither of you having much to say. Then you spoke up, “You okay?” You could hear something off with Steve.

“Yeah. I just hope you’re okay. You know you can tell me anything.”

“I know Steve. I’m okay. Just in a bit of a rut I guess.”

“If you need anything just call. Please.”

You swear your heart cracked at the way his voice sounded. You know he hates not being able to help, “I will. Promise.”

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The third day you didn’t show up to say hi to Steve and Robin, Steve decided to not call. He decided to leave you alone, assuming you needed distance or something. Even Robin was confused and a bit worried. Mostly worried for Steve.

“Steve?” He jumped a little when Robin put her hand on his shoulder, jolting him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah? Sorry, was thinking.”

“I can see that. What’s going on?”

“Y/n’s been… weird. She’s been quiet. Which is normal for other people who are around her, but not for me. She’s always making so many jokes when we work together and she always comes in on her days off just to mess with me and pick a new movie to watch. She always calls too. To tell me about whatever movie she watched. But she’s basically been ignoring me. Did I do something? Please tell me if I did something stupid Rob.”

Robin felt her heart sink when he looked up at her searching for answers. He looked like a kicked puppy. She couldn’t find it in herself to tease him.

“She hasn’t said anything to me bud. I’m sorry. I can talk to her though if you-“

“No!” He cleared his throat, “no, it’s okay. I don’t want her to think we’re talking about her when she’s not here.”

“But we are-“

“You know what I mean. Just… Maybe see if she’s okay. But don’t bring me up.”

“I’ll drop by her place tonight then I’ll call you. I’m sure she’s just stressed or something.” She gave him a reassuring smile.

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You were surprised to hear a knock on your door at ten that night.

You opened the door to see Robin.

“Robin? What are you-“

She barged in.

“Okay just come on in then…” You mumbled confused.

“What’s wrong with you?” She didn’t sound angry, but she didn’t sound happy.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh come on. That shit doesn’t work on me. You know what I mean. Why are you avoiding Steve?”

“Avoiding Steve? I’m not-“

“Almost not showing up to work when you worked with him, making your phone conversations hours shorter than usual, not coming in to say hi,” she was listing evidence on her fingers.

“Okay, okay I get it.” You threw your hands up in surrender.

Robin raised an eyebrow waiting for your explanation.

“Look, you know I have feelings for him. I’ve just been… Thinking about it lately and how I need to move on.”

“Move on? Why?”

“He obviously doesn’t feel the same wa-“

You were cut off by Robin’s laughter.

“What is so funny to you?”

“You really think that dingus isn’t head over heels in love with you too?”

“Woah woah woah first off I never said I was-“

“Oh you don’t have to.”

“Can you please stop cutting me off?”

“Can you please stop being so oblivious? Steve has been sitting there for the past three days sitting there rewinding tapes and watching that front door line a goddamn hawk. He misses you y/n.” This was probably the softest you’ve ever heard Robin talk.

“I know he cares about me. I know we’re close. And I don’t wanna lose him. But I’m tired Robin. I’m tired of reading into every little thing he does and trying to make my feelings obvious to him when I know he doesn’t feel the same way!” You spoke softly at first, but then your voice betrayed you. Cracking at the end as you raised your voice unintentionally.

“I think you need to talk to him. Seriously.” Robin was still speaking softly but she was more stern this time.

“Fat chance.” You mumbled.

“Y/n, I love you, but if you hurt Steve I swear to god… He’s been through enough as it is and you of all people know that. Too many people have left him. I genuinely don’t know what would happen to him if you left him too. He trusts you more than anyone. More than me. More than any of the kids, even Dustin. Don’t fuck this up. Don’t fuck him up.”

And with that, she left. Left your house and left you to think.

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On your fourth and final day off you were planning on how to talk to Steve when you worked with him tomorrow. Unfortunately you didn’t get too far when you heard an aggressive knock on your door. You opened it expecting to see Robin.

“Robin I get it I’m going to-“ You stopped as soon as you saw Steve. A very upset looking Steve.

“Y/n I didn’t wanna bother you but this is killing me. I can’t stand not being able to call you and rant about whatever Dustin or Robin did to piss me off that day. I can’t stand not listening to you rant about whatever movie you just watched. I can’t stand not being around you everyday. I don’t even know what I did and I’ve been trying so hard to figure it out but I can’t. I’m sure I did something really fucking stupid per usual, but please tell me what it was so I can fix it.”

“Stevie you didn’t do anything wrong.”

He looked so lost and confused. You gestures for him to come inside. Your parents weren’t home yet.

“Then what- What happened?”

“Fuck.” You muttered and Steve looked so anxious you just wanted to hug him and tell him everything is fine.

“Would you just trust me if I said it’s me and my brain and has nothing to do with anything you did?”

“Y/n that’s not a good enough reason and you know it. Why can’t you just talk to me-“

“I couldn’t stand being so close to you all the time knowing how strongly I’m in love with you okay! And knowing you don’t feel the same.” You didn’t mean to blurt it out like that. But there it was. And you couldn’t take it back.

“How would you know that i don’t feel the same?”

“Because why would you?” You laughed like he just offended you, “you could have any girl you want. Why on earth would you choose me?”

“Because you actually give a shit about me. You’ve been there for me when my so called friends weren’t. When my parents weren’t. Hell, you were there for me when Nancy wasn’t. You stuck with me even when I was a total asshole-“

“You were never an asshole Steve. Not to me. You know that.”

“And that’s what I love about you. You always see the good in people even when literally everyone else knows- thinks they’re an asshole.”

You couldn’t hold back the tears welling up at this point, “You know how much I hate everyone who made you feel like that right?” You weren’t even upset about exposing your feelings, you were upset over the fact that Steve still sees himself like that sometimes.

“I know. And if it weren’t for you I’d probably never forgive myself for how I was. But you showed me that I’m really not that guy. I’m not that “King Steve” everyone talked about in highschool. If you weren’t there for me throughout that time up until now, I’d still be such a mess.” He chuckled a little. You didn’t find it humorous however.

“Please don’t give me the credit for that. I just pointed out what you already knew was behind those walls. Fuck! I’m so sorry Steve. I know everything you’ve been through I know about all of the assholes who left you and here I am avoiding you for such selfish reasons!” You were fully crying at this point. How could you do what you hated so many others for doing?

Steve just quietly walked up to you and out your face in his hands, wiping the tears, “It’s okay y/n. I’m okay. I didn’t think you were abandoning me. I just thought I’d done something stupid to upset you.”

“I’m still sorry for making you anxious about it. For the record I don’t think you could ever upset me. at least not for more than ten minutes tops.” He laughed which made you smile.

“You know how much I look up to you yeah?”

“Y/n you don’t have to-“

“I know. But I need you to know. I mean I already blurted out that I love you, so I might as well keep going,” you paused to look into his beautiful dark eyes, making sure he absorbs your words, “you’re the most selfless person I know. You’ll do anything from letting someone rant to you for hours over something silly that upset them, throwing yourself into portals to hell. You pay such close attention to people you care about that you know every little tell-tale sign that somethings wrong. You know I get quiet when I’m anxious, you know what songs to play to help Max when she’s in a mood, I think you’re the only person Mike has ever gone to for advice. You’re so-“

Steve must’ve understood your point because suddenly he was cutting you off with a kiss that took you by surprise, but you quickly reciprocated.

“God I love you so much y/n.” He smiled against your lips.

“I love you so much too Steve.”

“Yeah you made that pretty clear.” He chuckled and you playfully slapped his arm.

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For Day 17 of Carry on Countdown 23, Fluff (the streak remains unbroken!) @carryon-countdown

Simon's had a long day at work. Too long a day, but Basil's there when he gets home to get him safely into bed.

Rated T, for the sweet, nonsexual intimacy of cuddling your exhausted partner naked in bed.

This is yet another part the Nurse/Lawyer AU for this CoC... originally it was only three parts, but I think now we're up to five parts for it. I hope you enjoy them all. 🖤 [Part 1][Part 2]

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It’s been a long bloody day.

My head bangs gently against our front door, my eyes closed softly against the light of the hallway that leads to our apartment, too tired to fumble with the keys until I find the right one to unlock the door and let myself stumble over onto the couch and collapse into unconsciousness.

I bloody well want to, I’m already there internally, already thinking about how nice it’ll be to curl up and allow myself the sweet oblivion of sleep, of nothing. It was sixteen hours straight, and even if it’s not the worst I might have to work in an emergency scenario, even if I’ve done it many, many times before, it is exhausting. I would very much like to be asleep yesterday and not be feeling my bones so much anymore.

The keys are heavy in my palm, but I start fiddling with them all the same, despite the loud noise of them being entirely too much to handle now. I just want quiet. I want quiet and I want Basil and I want our apartment and our bed and blessed, beautiful sleep.

The door opens of it’s own accord, without my help from the key, and there he is. My Basil. He’s wrapping his arms around me and tugging me properly into our apartment.

Our apartment.

I’m still getting used to that, you know, it’s not like we’ve been together that long, but this was our apartment now. Our apartment, full of our things, pictures of our friends and family, our food in the fridge, or everything together. Our future even, maybe.

I’d resisted at first, you know. We’d only been together six months, it wasn’t exactly a sure thing then, and something in me wasn’t confident enough to think I could keep Baz then, but he’d insisted. My lease came up and I was bemoaning not being able to afford how much more they were asking for and Baz had insisted.

“Pay me what you do now if it bothers you so much, that way you don’t feel like it’s a charity affair or some such other nonsense,” He’d said, all posh and snooty like he could get when he was certain he was right. I hate when he thinks his right, by the way, because he usually is right. “Besides, we’re together. We spend over half our nights together, there’s no reason to be shy about moving in to mine.”

So Basil’s ‘mine’ had become ‘ours,’ just like that.

Our place is much nicer than my place had been, all that lawyer money probably had something to do with it, but Baz didn’t gloat about the difference between the two. Not before it had become ours, not during the inevitable move, and not now either.

Now it was just ours, and Baz was holding me in it, petting soft through my hair and smelling faintly of woodsmoke and dark red wine.

“I told you, you didn’t have to stay up waiting for me,” I’m trying to scold him, but it’s only soft and fond and so, so bloody tired.

“I know, love,” his voice is half a song and ridiculously calming. I’m already sighing against his chest, thinking about biting into him I’m so overly fond. “I missed you though, and I’d work I could do from home anyway, so I did that. Now we can sleep in together and I won’t need to be ready for my first meeting until two in the afternoon.”

I hum tiredly against his shoulder, nuzzling it softly already half asleep in his arms.

“Sounds nice, doesn’t it? A nice ten hour sleep, a lazy morning, maybe breakfast in bed, maybe cocoa if I’m feeling fancy about it,” He’s lulling me to sleep with his soft morning plans for us and I think he knows it, except he’s started this while we’re still in the living room.

“Bed,” I manage to murmur, my nose still buried in that same spot against his skin. “That sounds lovely, tell me more in bed.”

Basil laughs quietly at me and I think I love the sound. That’s a lie, I know I love the sound. By now I am well and truly, stupidly in love with Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch. He’s already told me I don’t have to take his name if we ever get married. I can’t believe he’s already thought wedding thoughts, we haven’t been together a full year yet.

I can’t blame him though. I have also been guilty of wedding thoughts already in our relationship. Not terribly deep ones, I’ll admit, but wedding thoughts none the less. Just soft little thoughts, like how handsome he’ll look in a tuxedo, what flowers he might pick out for us, how nice an outdoor wedding might be. Basil’s definitely going to be the one planning a majority of the event, he’s such a bloody perfectionist. I’m partial to the perfectionist in him though, and I don’t think most of the little details will matter half as much to me as they’ll matter to him. Maybe the flavour of the cake would matter… I’d like something related to cherries, maybe. Probably. Definitely.

I’m too tired to be entirely decisive on anything just now, but I do know that cherries would be delightful.

Before I know it, Baz has already gotten us to the bedroom. He must’ve carried me there, because I think my legs have well and truly given out on me. Maybe I’d been dreaming about our wedding, and that’s how I didn’t notice a single step of the way there. It’s entirely his fault, by the way, for being so comforting and soft to rest against right when I’m through the door– before I’ve even made it through the door technically.

“Come here.” I’m being demanding, I know, pulling at his shirt with weak arms while he’s undressing me.

He slips from my grip all too easily, perking a brow down at me, out of my reach and knowing full well I’m too sore and tired and out of it to try again. “You’re not sleeping in our bed in your work clothes,” He says it like it’s obvious.

“Our bed,” I hum back at him, repeating his words and forgetting myself all over again.

“Simon Snow, you are too bloody tired to function,” Basil scolds softly, his fingers working me out of my clothes with a touch too tender compared to all his sterness. I love him, I’m all too aware all over again.

I love him so bloody bad. “Mhmn… Come cuddle though… it’s been so long…”

“I’m getting there,” Baz’s placating me. He taught me that word. It’s not an uncommon word, apparently, but it hadn’t been in my vernacular before we were dating. Vernacular. There’s another one.

Baz finally finishes undressing himself and climbs into the bed next to me, pulling me into his arms and tucking me under his chin, tucking us both in under the sheets. “Better,” I mutter out, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” he murmurs back to me, running his fingers soft through my hair, “You need to rest though. We both do. It’d been a long day.”

“Such a long day,” the words leave my lips more exhausted groan than proper words. I’m too tired to care.

It’s been over twenty hours since I’ve been in our bed and I think I might already be mostly asleep. I might’ve been mostly asleep since I’d fallen through the doorway. Baz is humming a tune for me, soft and low. He’d been a music student, once upon a time, an era ago, he says, before the accident. He always calls it the accident. Someday, maybe he’ll tell me about the accident. Not tonight though.

Tonight he’s humming for me, his voice is quiet and deep, the perfect vibrato to pull me in deeper. “I love your voice. I love you. You’re so beautiful, everything about you is beautiful…”

Baz chuckles that dark chuckle again and I can’t keep my eyes open any longer. “You’re even more beautiful to me, love, now rest, alright?”

“Mhmn…” I think I’m half in a dream already, and he keeps petting me and humming for me. He’s tangled our legs together and every part of me feels heavy.

He always makes me feel so safe. I love him so much. I’m not sure if I said it out loud that time, but I feel it in every part of my body, in every part of my soul.

“I love you too, Simon Snow,” Basil’s voice is like a song, and I love that about him too, “I love you so much more than I can possibly say with words.”

His song takes me to sleep, and I’m already dreaming about his pancakes in the morning and his dark chocolate cinnamon cocoa, I can already taste it on my tongue. Nothing tastes better.

[pedroscurls]

Title: One Drunken Night (Part 2.)

CHAPTER TITLE: Back to Normal

Character(s): Negan (pre-apocalypse), Joel Miller (pre-apocalypse, au), Reader (third-person POV), Lucille Summary: After their fun and unforgettable night together, Reader and Negan go back to their normal lives, but it seems like the universe is trying to keep them together. Word Count: 1,794 Author's Note: So, as you can tell from my recent reblogs, I am obsessed with Joel Miller and Pedro Pascal, so this story will now include him (cross-over). Ahhh, I’m so excited for you all to read what’s in store for this story! Enjoy. Warning: None.

(GIF Source: @jdmorganz​) 

Negan

The following morning, Negan awoke in a conflicting mood. He felt great, especially after last night’s events, but he was feeling an intense amount of guilt. While he was still riding his high from last night, he immediately felt regret when he caught a glimpse of Lucille walking into the kitchen.

He couldn’t believe that he had cheated on her and he wasn’t sure that telling her was a good idea. So instead, he decided to keep it to himself. Besides, it only happened once and it wasn’t going to happen again. 

“Are you even listening?” Negan heard Lucille say.

“I’m sorry baby, what?”

Lucille sighed. “Got too drunk last night?”

Negan let out a heavy breath. He didn’t want to argue again, especially not this early. “Well, it seemed like you didn’t want me here, so what was I supposed to do?”

“Do you even– You know what, nevermind.”

“No, what is it? What is your problem with me, Lucille?”

“If you have to ask that, then it really shows that you think there’s nothing wrong with our marriage.”

Negan shook his head and stood from the stool he was sitting on at their island counter. He looked down at Lucille, holding a cup of coffee in his hand. “I’m tired of fucking fighting, Lucille, so before we start yelling at each other again, I’m just going to walk away right now.”

Lucille scoffed. “I’ve gotta get to work anyway.”

Negan sighed. “Lucille–”

“Bye, Negan.” No kiss. No hug. No “I love you”. Lucille instead walked to the garage and slammed the door shut behind her, causing Negan to flinch at the abrupt, loud sound.

Negan tightened his jaw, running a hand over his face. “Fucking hell.” He felt like shit. A shitty husband. A shitty person. An overall failure. His marriage with Lucille used to be great; they were both so head over heels in love with each other and now, neither of them could stand to be in the same room with each other. At least not without an inevitable yelling match.

It was only a matter of time before Lucille decided to leave him and file for divorce. It was too late to salvage their marriage, so Negan was just bracing himself for what was to come. It made him sad to think about separating from Lucille and despite their constant arguments, he still wanted her to be happy. 

He knew he wasn’t making her happy and nothing he did was ever enough either. If he had to let her go for her to be happy, then he would do it. Negan still loved Lucille and if she decided she didn’t want to be with him anymore, then he wasn’t going to stop her. 

Lucille deserved to be happy and it was obvious that he was only making things worse.

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Reader

Y/N awoke that morning feeling very satisfied. She wasn’t usually the type of woman to have one night stands, but even she had needs that needed to be tended to. Once her date stood her up, she didn’t have any expectation that she was going to end up going home with an absolute stranger. A sexy stranger, but a stranger nonetheless. 

“Negan,” she mumbled to herself. “What a unique name.” She sighed, biting her lower lip as she imagined the same man from last night. The leather jacket, the dimples, the deep voice… He was amazing and it was no wonder why she was attracted to him; she always did have a thing for older men so she wasn’t sure why she was trying to go on dates with men her age. 

However, her mind then drifted to the man she had an insane crush on. She sighed. He was so out of reach and never showed any interest, but he was so sweet, quiet, and the complete opposite of Negan in terms of personality. He was probably around the same age as Negan and he was just as scruffy, his hair and facial hair tinged with gray. His voice was also deep and inviting, causing her to feel butterflies in her stomach whenever he was nearby. 

She was broken out of her reverie when her phone started to ring. She bit her lower lip and picked it up, hearing his voice on the other end of the line.

“Mornin’,” he said. “Are you still up for coffee?”

“Good morning to you too, Joel.” She blushed, just even hearing his voice made her insides tingle. “Oh, yeah yeah. Give me twenty?”

Joel smiled. “Fun night last night?”

Her mind drifted to Negan. “You can say that. I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon, darlin’.”

Y/N had met Joel over a year ago and while their friendship grew overtime, she had the biggest crush on him and it was becoming increasingly difficult to hide it. She knew Joel wasn’t interested in dating, especially not after losing his daughter. He had opened up to her one night and since then, Joel knew he could trust her. Their coffee meet ups happened frequently; it was a weekly occurrence and Joel looked forward to it every week. She brought out a side of him that he thought was long gone.

But Joel knew he couldn’t pursue her. He knew Y/N deserved better than him anyway. He was damaged goods and he didn’t think he could make her happy, so he decided to settle on being her friend. It pained him to hear her talk about various men she met or even spent the night with because he had wished it was him, but he knew it was better this way. 

He didn’t want to end up disappointing her like he did everyone else.

Twenty minutes later, Joel was sitting at a table, waiting for Y/N to arrive. She usually wasn’t late so he had to wonder how her night went last night. He was just about to call her to ask where she was when he noticed her walking in.

“Hey, I’m so sorry I’m late.”

Joel flashed her a small smile and pushed her cup of coffee in her direction. “Don’t worry ‘bout it.”

Y/N smiled, taking a sip of her coffee and goraning at the taste. “I really needed this. Thank you, Joel.”

“Figured you’d need it.” He sipped from his own cup, looking in her direction. Joel found her to be so beautiful, so captivating, but he knew he couldn’t do anything about it, so he admired from afar, determined to not make it so obvious.

“You got work this morning?” Joel heard her ask.

He nodded, running a hand over his bear. “Yeah. With Tommy.”

Y/N was used to Joel being a man of few words, but while he didn’t say a lot, his eyes were so expressive. So, she noticed a slight roll of his eyes at the mention of his brother, hinting at annoyance and dread.

“Oh, why that face?” She laughed. “Tommy isn’t all that bad.”

Joel scoffed. “He’s just gonna be talkin’ about his new girl, Maria.”

“Sounds like he’s in love,” Y/N smiled.

“And I’m happy for him, but he’s been naggin’ me to get out there and date too. Somethin’ about finding my own happiness or whatever.”

Y/N felt herself get excited at the thought of going out with Joel. Maybe this was a good thing; Tommy was pushing Joel to start dating and this meant she might at least have a chance. Since meeting Joel, she had developed a crush that she had to push aside. He never really did show any interest towards her, or any woman, but Y/N was still holding onto hope. 

Maybe one day.

“He sounds like he knows what he’s talking about.”

He shook his head and scoffed once more. “Me? Love? You’ve gotta be jokin’. Besides, I like bein’ alone.”

Her excitement and hope slowly began to fade. She didn’t know how to cross that line of being just friends with him, but she knew she wanted more. 

“Oh, come on. Everyone deserves love, Joel.”

“Not me. ‘M fine with the way things are,” he replied quickly.

Before Y/N could reply, she caught a glimpse of the same man from last night. The heat between her legs became noticeable, serving as a reminder of last night’s events. When their eyes met, Negan smirked, flashing his dimples and sending a wink in her direction. Before she knew it, he was walking over to their table with such confidence and charisma that Joel even noticed that her attention was elsewhere.

“Well, fancy running into you. Good morning, doll.”

Y/N bit her lower lip, his voice causing her insides to tingle that she forgot Joel was sitting across from her. “Negan…”

He grinned, running his tongue across his lower lip. “Looks like the universe is trying to send us a message.” Negan winked, referring to what she said last night about their hook up being only a one time thing. 

“That or you’re following me,” she quipped. Y/N tried to keep her resolve, but was finding it increasingly difficult to do so with Negan standing near her and Joel sitting across from her. She didn’t want to bring up last night, especially not in front of Joel, but she couldn’t take her eyes off Negan. The events of last night flashing through her mind and she was, surprisingly, yearning for more.

“You gonna introduce me to your friend, darlin’?” Joel asked, bringing her out of her reverie. 

She looked over at him and nodded, clearing her throat. “Sorry. This is– Um, this is Negan.”

Joel stood from the table to face Negan. He was shorter, but was by far more muscular and thicker than the other man. Negan was tall and slender, and the smirk on his face irritated Joel and he didn’t know why. 

Both men were complete opposites. 

Negan was loud and confident. 

Joel was quiet and reserved. 

And Y/N wanted both of them.

“Negan, this is my– This is Joel.”

Negan arched a brow, catching the way she stuttered when introducing the man in front of him. He looked over at Joel, maintaining that smirk. He could tell he was getting under the other man’s skin and Negan liked it, enjoyed it rather. It was obvious to him that Joel had a thing for Y/N. 

Y/N looked between both men, her mind immediately going to inappropriate thoughts.

Though, it was Joel who stuck his hand out first.

“Nice to meet ‘ya.”

Negan ran his tongue along the top of his teeth and reached out to shake Joel’s hand with a firm, tight grip. “Yeah, good to meet you too, Joel.”

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Part 3.

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