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Something to Fight For (series) (PART NINE)

Word Count: 13.0k

Pairing: Dad!Joel Miller x f!reader (no use of y/n, no age or physical descriptions)

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT

A/N:

1. OVER 13,000 words. I did that. And I did it for YOU. But you can thank Linda and her latest review because its the reason I'm uploading tonight instead of tomorrow.

2. I love Bill & Frank. That is all.

3. Joel Miller is a giver. This is my HC and I will not be dissuaded.

4. NOW: This chapter contains some imagery that non-hornies might find ... intense. What I'm saying is there is smut, and my smut tends to be on the descriptive side. I have tried to tame it down for this M rating, but I kinda don't really know what the difference between M and E is. If smut really doesn't appeal to you (that's fine darlings! I ain't offended - skip to the next chapter when I update).

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Maria brings you home later that week. She attempts to help you from the car as if you're an invalid but you wave her off with a grumble. "I'm fine."

"I guess if I was Joel you'd let me help, hmmm?" Maria says lightly.

You both move towards the house but this comment causes you to stumble before you right yourself. You dart a glance out the corner of your eye at her. She’s watching your face with a smirk.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm just saying that I told you I would take you to the doctor's four separate times,” Maria reasons. “Joel Miller swoops in and immediately you're in the emergency room?"

"He forced me."

"I've known you since we were teenagers," Maria says with a roll of her eyes as you enter into your suite. "No one can force you to do anything."

"He was very insistent."

"You like him."

You want to say something more but you're stopped, your eyes wide as you enter into your domain.

Twinkling Christmas lights are hanging around your bed frame, the fireplace, your window. A small artificial tree is resting in the far corner decorated with red and gold baubles. The knitted sock with your name stitched on it is hanging off the fireplace mantle.

It's all of your Christmas items decorating your place. And your entire place has been cleaned - even the windows look clearer. It looks so beautiful in here, the kind of beautiful you’ve only seen in cards and movies.

After you'd moved in here, the thought of decorating for holidays hadn't seemed too appealing. You thought the space was too small, that your ornaments and decorations would look out of place. But it makes your space seem so homey, inviting and warm.

"Did you do this, Mar’?"

Maria is grinning widely at your reaction. She looks around the space satisfied with her handiwork.

"Didn't want you coming back to a messy place after being in the hospital. I know how you feel about hospitals."

You blink back tears before you gather her into a tight hug. For the millionth time that year alone you are just so thankful that you have her in your life. If nothing else goes well for you in life, at least you can always count on Maria.

"Thank you," you say through a lump in your throat. You walk over to the electric fireplace, wanting to warm the space up. It smells delicious in here like cinnamon and fresh peppermint.

"Frank and Bill helped," Maria adds as she straightens the stocking on the mantle. "I mentioned you didn't have any Christmas lights and Frank said Bill had tons so, they came over yesterday and helped string them up."

Your heart, already softened, thumps with affection. Imagining the men from next door coming to do that just for you makes you feel overwhelmed with gratitude.

"That's so sweet," you say making a mental note to buy them a bottle of wine or something as thanks. As for Maria, you need to make sure her Christmas gift is perfect.

"Wasn't my idea about doing the Christmas stuff though," Maria adds with a glance over at you, gauging your reaction to the next sentence. "That was all Joel. Called me and said it'd probably cheer you up."

You school your features into a sweet smile and look over to her. She's standing with her hands on her hips, a brow raised and her full lips curled.

"Bless him," you say with a tone of 'aw shucks' and go back to the fireplace.

Before you can say anything more there's a rap at the door. Frank and Bill are whispering loudly to one another as you both draw over to it. Bill is muttering about Frank's cholesterol and Frank is telling Bill to hush up. You and Maria exchange amused looks and giggles before you open the door.

Frank is holding a plate of some divine smelling baked good while Bill just stands looking awkwardly around, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. Just the sight of them makes tears prickle your eyes.

"You two!" you say before throwing your arms around both their necks. Frank laughs, holding you with one arm while Bill just stand there and tolerates the embrace.

"We heard you two coming in and wanted to make sure you're feeling better," Frank says after you pull back.

"Much."

"Thanks to Joel forcing her to go to the hospital," Maria says flashing a meaningful look to Frank that you don't see. You also don't see when he returns it with a subtle smile. Frank can see the way you’re avoiding both their eyes and decides to change the subject.

“We also wanted to tell you both that we’re throwing a Christmas party.”

“Holiday Party,” Bill corrects. “Christmas is nothing but a-“

“Whatever we’re calling it, it’s happening in two weeks so make sure you’re free,” Frank interrupts with a wide grin. "We want it to be a real good one so invite your friends. Maria, invite your man Tommy of course. Oh and invite that brother we've been hearing so much about, and his little girl."

Your stomach flips. Joel and Frank are actually going to meet one another? Frank is the only one who knows about that night. And you know he’s got his suspicions about the two of you.

“Of course!” Maria nods enthusiastically.

“It’ll be a nice one too,” Frank tells you both seriously. “Classy. No jeans and sweaters.”

His look at you lingers, knowing you’re not the best when it comes to dressing up for events. You give a lighthearted push to his shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah.”

They leave a short while later after giving you the dessert (homemade pecan pie!). You and Maria decide there’s no better time than the present to dig in and do so right there, standing in the kitchen with forks in hand.

“Hope Joel can make it to the party,” Maria says casually. So casually you don’t even know you’re being watched and led right back into a discussion you thought you’d avoided previously. You nod, your eyes on the dessert she’s holding between you.

“Mhmm.”

"You know if you did like him it would be okay, right?" Maria hedges, watching you take a bite of the dessert. "That me and Tommy would support it?"

This gives you a momentary pause before you remember exactly why you can't be with Joel. And while some if it is has to do with your best friend standing across from you, the large majority of it is Sarah. You can't do that to her. You can't come into her life just to leave when things don't work out with her dad.

"I really don't, Maria," you insist, internally congratulating yourself with how confident you sound. "He's really nice and I really like being his friend. I adore Sarah. It's just not like that with us."

Maria looks around your suite, taking in the glowing lights that hang all around, the small tree with its colorful baubles. She takes stock of all of this before replying to you.

"Does Joel know that?"

///

Joel and Tommy are on one of the job sites and Joel is in a terrible fucking mood. Sarah is in the corner of the room, sniffling and reading one of her picture books.

“You okay babygirl?” Joel calls over to her. She responds with a big smile and nod before going back to her book. His little girl never complains, even when she’s green around the gills like she is today. According to Tess, Daniel’s also really sick, something going around at the daycare they both attend.

Sarah’s had the cold the last few days and that means Joel has gotten no sleep since then. Because you’re not around he also doesn’t have any reliable child care, so poor Sarah has been carted from site to site all day today because he and Tommy are under a strict deadline from Kathleen.

Despite Tommy living with Joel in his basement, he rarely sees his brother anymore. The younger Miller is constantly off with Maria or he’s talking about Maria or he’s thinking about her (Joel can tell by the far-off look he gets). And most of the time this doesn’t bother Joel.

Lately however? It fucking infuriates him.

Tommy has always gotten what he wants. Joel started this company from the ground up and Tommy had joined when it was already becoming successful. Tommy had spent most of his twenties fucking around while Joel bailed him out time and time again. Tommy got to find the perfect woman and fall in love. Tommy never truly works for anything.

This is in his mind when Tommy’s phone goes off in his pocket and Joel has no patience reserved for his brother.

“Leave it,” Joel growls, intent on finishing up quickly.

“It’s Maria, hey baby,” Tommy greets with a smile. He goes to light a cigarette which Joel promptly scowls at. Tommy frowns at his brother, pocketing the cigarette before going back to the conversation. “Uh huh, yeah. Just finishing up here.”

Joel can hear the chatter of Maria on the other end of the phone but he can’t decipher what she’s saying. He doesn’t care, he has to make sure that this-

“She’s home now? Good, I know you said she hated the hospital,” Tommy says, his hands going to measure the drywall even as he talks. Joel’s own hands still on the wood he’s been cutting, pausing as he realizes what Tommy’s saying.

You’re home.

Joel pretends not to listen as he prepares the drywall, but his head is tilted so he can catch what his younger brother is saying.

“Yeah, pneumonia’s brutal. Uh huh. Yeah, ‘course.”

When did you get home? Today? Should he go over?

Joel cannot think of anything else. He has not been able to get you out of his head and if he's honest with himself he's not trying. He likes you living in his thoughts.

No. Stupid. He shouldn’t want you in his thoughts. You don’t want him.

Why would he go over to see you? He’s got a sick Sarah to think about. Plus what would be his excuse? No, he needs to give you space. You ran from him when he tried to touch you, and that was the clear indication that you two are meant to be friends.

Just friends.

There are worse things to be; Joel decides as he nails the drywall to the plank he and Tommy have raised, he just can’t think of any now. In fact, thoughts of just being your friend are putting him in a decidedly shitty mood.

He needs to stay away from you. He needs to ignore this flame that starts up when he’s near you. He needs to stop pursuing something that isn’t going to happen. He needs to stop thinking about you in the way you will never think of him.

“Jesus, Joel,” Tommy says, lowering the phone to his shoulder. “Enough nails!”

In a daze Joel looks to the drywall he’s hammered, frowning to see it dented in areas from over pounding. Tommy goes back to his phone, shaking his head at his suddenly distracted brother.

“Yeah he’s here, why?” Tommy glances over to Joel, listening before speaking over to him. “Joel, you wanna go to a Christmas party? You and Sarah? Maria’s neighbors invited all of us. Next Saturday.”

Joel frowns and shakes his head. He doesn’t feel like a party right now. He feels like going to sleep. Between the additional jobs Miller Construction has taken on and his sick daughter he can’t imagine doing anything other than sleeping for the next month.

And he knows that if it’s Maria’s neighbors throwing the party then you’ll be there. You’ll be there and he can’t see you right now. He needs a break. He needs a few weeks to just get his head on straight so he can stop thinking about you in a way that makes his pants grow tight.

“Doesn’t look like it,” Tommy says into the phone, his voice dropping. “But yeah ‘course I’ll come.”

“I wanna go to a party!” Sarah shouts from her corner of the room, her little voice raspy. “Daddy, please!”

Joel sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Fine.”

///

You keep replaying Maria’s words in your head.

“Does Joel know?”

No. He doesn’t because it’s all a fucking lie.

You want Joel Miller more than you want most things in this world which includes than the ability to eat heaps of chocolate without gaining weight, and that’s saying something.

But what you want doesn’t matter. It’s not about you.

You need to keep your distance from him. He’s not for you. He’s a lovely man with a lovely daughter. Their connection to you is strong precisely because you are not dating Joel. You can’t risk losing him. Losing him means losing Sarah.

You can’t lose them.

But still, that selfish desperate feeling of connection with him is what you crave. It pulses in your mind, your heart and you can’t stop yourself from calling him later that night. The phone buzzes and you wait, almost chickening out before he answers.

“’Lo?”

His voice is rough and sleepy sounding. You dart a look to your watch to see that it’s almost ten at night. Phone manners dictate that you’re impossibly rude calling him this late and you hold in a frustrated sound.

“Fuck. Were you asleep?”

You hear Joel clear his throat and you can imagine him sitting up on his sofa, his eyes sleepy. “Just napping.”

You don’t believe him, but you’re not going to say it. You’re standing in your kitchen but you walk over to the sofa in front of the fireplace, feeling antsy.

“Hey, so,” you repeat, feeling your cheeks flush. “I just wanted. . . Thank you for taking me to the doctors.”

“Of course,” Joel says as if there was never a choice in the matter. “Next time maybe you’ll listen to me before the emergency room is needed.”

You roll your eyes at his subtle dig but then you remember the initial purpose of your call.

“Also, the place looks great and uh, Maria said it was your idea? The lights and everything?”

“You seem like the type that likes to celebrate things,” Joel replies and you’re convinced you can hear the smile in his voice. “Thought it’d make you smile.”

Jesus, Joel. Stop making it impossible for me not to want you.

“Yeah well… I loved it.”

“I’m glad.”

He sounds glad. He really does and that makes your stomach flip.

“How’ve you been?”

As soon as the words leave your mouth you want to punch a pillow. You sound so stilted, so awkward. You can hear the smile slide from his voice.

“Not great. Sarah caught a cold-“

From you.

You made Sarah sick.

You’ve given that sweet, tiny child pneumonia. Immediately your stomach drops.

“No! Please, tell me not from-“

“No, not from you,” Joel reassures you. “She’s in daycare and about six other kids have the same bug. Getting sick is just part of the deal there. Gonna keep her home the next little bit though. After seeing you in the hospital I’m a little paranoid ‘bout what’s going around.”

“Of course.” You think about her sweet little face. “Is there anything I can do?”

“Stay outta hospitals?”

You both laugh lightly at that and you feel your pulse slow. Hearing Joel laugh has a strange, soothing affect on you. It makes you close your eyes as you lean against the shelf on your wall, feeling warm all over.

“She wants to make sure she’s better for the party,” Joel adds almost shyly after a beat. “The one your neighbors are throwin’?”

“I’m glad you're coming,” you answer honestly.

“Yeah?”

“Of course,” you say quickly. “It’s gonna be fun. Frank and Bill make the best food…”

You continue on like this, enthusing about the party. Joel interjects with his own ideas on what makes for a perfect party and before long an hour and a half has passed and you’ve talked about everything around the topic of parties and Christmas. You hear Joel try to stifle a yawn on the other end of the phone as he tells you about what he’s planning to get Sarah for Christmas and you smile.

“I better let you go. G’night Miller.”

“’Night. See ya at the party.”

///

You knock hurriedly on Frank’s door as you smooth down your hair. Maria and Tommy have already arrived at the party because they are the kind of beautiful, shiny people that are on time for things while you are the kind of woman who stumbles into a party late but waving.

You’re weighted down with bags full of gifts for everyone.

You wait for Frank to open the door, pull you into a tight hug and welcome you in. You're surprised when instead it's Sarah pulling open the door. One hand is on the doorknob, the other in her father's hand.

Universe, please give me a break.

You haven’t seen Joel since the hospital and right now he looks so good it should be illegal. Dark slacks and a deep green button up. He’s forgone the tie, leaving the first two buttons at his throat undone. His hair is brushed, and he's half crouched so he can hold Sarah's hand. He looks up as you enter, his eyes strangely guarded.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” you say softly before remembering yourself and looking down at Sarah. "Hey bug, you look gorgeous as always. I must get the name of your stylist."

Sarah is dressed in a bright red velvet dress. Her hair is in its natural loose coils with tiny red bows at the temples. She looks like an absolute doll come to life.

She smiles shyly; her dimpled cheek a mirror of her father's, before looking over your dress as you shrug off your coat. Frank had made it clear that this party was a fancy one. None of your jeans and sweaters.

So you'd bought an off the shoulder dark green dress that made you feel sophisticated and holiday theme appropriate.

"You look like a princess," Sarah informs you with eyes that are filled with stars.

You smile and murmur your thanks, flushing when you feel Joel's eyes on you. You can’t let your eyes to settle on him so you look past him to the sea of old and new faces gathered around the piano. Some old lady is playing something festive while a group of exuberant party-goers sing off-key.

You reach into one of the bags you’ve brought before producing a parcel with shiny purple wrapping. You hold it out to Sarah who takes it with an excited squeak.

"No opening until Christmas," you insist. When you see her start to pout you hold back a grin, reaching into your bag again and producing a small wrapped item. “But you can open this one now.”

Joel watches as Sarah tears open the paper to reveal a chocolate reindeer in a foil package. She smiles giddily at the treat before holding it to her father and asking him to open it. He does so with a soft smile. Sarah takes a bite as you consider your next moves, wincing and then you reach into your bag and with a deep inhale shove a small parcel at Joel.

"Same goes for you," you laugh breathily. "No opening until Christmas."

It’s nothing that great. Just a pick and a new strap for his guitars. Neither of which he has asked for. Neither of which he needs or probably even wants. He doesn’t even play them anymore.

It’s just that when you were shopping for Sarah earlier that week you’d passed a music shop. Something had given you pause and you walked in, listening to the gentle lull of the shop’s holiday music, letting your fingers trace the pearlescent picks until you’d found one the perfect shade of ochre that just felt like Joel when you saw it.

The strap had been a last minute addition because giving Joel a single guitar pick seemed really stupid the more you thought about it. You’d picked a buttery feeling leather one the same color as his eyes.

“Thanks,” Joel says looking surprised and a little bit uncomfortable. “I didn’t expect a gift.”

You hadn’t expected him to get you anything so it’s not that which makes you uneasy. It’s that the sweet Joel you’ve gotten to know the last few weeks has been replaced by his quiet, withdrawn doppelganger.

You don’t know what else to say so you attempt to move past the two of them into the roar of the party when Sarah stops you with one tiny hand on yours.

"Mistletoe!" Sarah says through a mouthful of chocolate, pointing to the plant above your heads in the door frame. Joel looks stricken and you try to hold in your shock at the sight of it.

"Jesus," Joel mutters. "Where did that come from?"

"Frank," Sarah cries enthusiastically.

You stare at Sarah in confusion at this. "Why-"

"You have to kiss her, daddy," Sarah says clapping her tiny hands in delight and looking from Joel's face to yours expectantly. “You kiss people under mistletoe. Frank told me.”

No fucking way.

You don’t want to kiss Joel.

Scratch that, you desperately want to kiss Joel.

You desperately want to kiss him because his mouth looks so soft and you just know deep in your bones that he’d kiss so perfectly. You want to kiss him because just being in Joel's eye-line makes your body tingle. You want to kiss Joel because you really, really like him.

But Joel looks really, really uncomfortable at the thought of kissing you right now. More uncomfortable that you at this point and for some reason this makes you feel awful, even though you feel the same.

He’s also staring at you with this look you haven’t seen in so long from him. This dark pile of bricked up wall that insists you stay on your side. It makes you physically take a step back, suddenly unsure of whom it is you’re looking at.

"C'mere babygirl," Joel says bringing a squealing Sarah into his arms and pressing a peck to her cheek.

You feel immense relief at this diversion, smiling over at Sarah and backing away from the offensive plant. Sarah is complaining to her dad that he was supposed to kiss you, but you sidle past them and go towards the party.

The music is gliding over the crowd of festive attendees. Everyone is dressed beautifully and not surprisingly Tommy and Maria are stunning. Tommy has left off the baseball cap and he’s clean shaven. He dresses similarly to his brother, but his shirt is a deep burgundy that matches Maria’s slinky dress perfectly.

It occurs to you belatedly that you and Joel have picked similar shades to wear this evening. You will yourself not to cringe over that fact.

“You look stunning,” you tell them both, holding Maria’s hands in yours. The three of you chat for a bit, amazed at the decorations and the food spread of this party. You idly wonder how Bill is handling all this attention and frivolity in his home.

“I don’t know how Bill is surviving all of this,” Maria giggles as if reading your mind.

Frank and Bill’s place is by no means small, but with the group of people it’s packed with and the decorations it feels cramped. You note that the tasteful decorations right out of a magazine.

A few kids a bit older than Sarah are at the gingerbread cookie decorating station (of course Frank thought of that), some are gathered around the piano, and some are watching a holiday movie in the other room.

Frank swoops in wearing the gaudiest green suit covered in candy canes that you’ve ever seen. Strangely enough he pulls it off. He presses a kiss to your cheek and says he’s so glad you came and dressed in something not covered in animal hair. He tells you to mingle before moving onto the couple who has entered after you.

Your eyes fall onto your other host and you hold back a laugh. Bill has been forced into slacks and a black sweater with a snowflake design. His hair has been brushed back and Frank forced him to trim his beard.

When you approach him you realize now how Bill is surviving all this chaos. He's absolutely tanked. His cheeks are red and he's smirking intermittently behind his wineglass.

“Enjoying the party?”

“Yes,” Bill says with a crisp tinge to the ‘s’. “I love strangers in my home eating my food and touching my shit.”

There’s no malice there, only amusement. You watch as the party swells with more people of all ages, the music loud and the night beautiful. Seeing all these happy faces dressed so beautifully in the soft glow of winter decorations makes you feel cozy.

When Sarah enters into the room you take her by the hand and insist the two of you decorate a gingerbread cookie together. She is only too happy to do so, squealing in excitement and tugging you towards the messy table.

Joel watches the two of you and feels a pang in his chest.

Coming to this party was a terrible idea. How could spending more time with you make him want you less? Especially when you’re dressed like that? You’re kneeling beside the child’s table, squeezing icing onto Sarah’s cookie. Joel holds in a moan when you lean forward to place the sprinkles and his eyes are drawn to the swell of your breasts.

He needs to stop wanting you.

He needs to do something drastic.

You and Maria are nibbling on the cheese spread later that night when Joel approaches you, tapping you on the shoulder. You turn, surprised to see him looking at you agitated. He shifts from foot to foot slowly, his shoulders tensed.

Something’s wrong.

Maria seems to sense this too because she tells you both she needs to find Tommy even though you both know he’s over with Sarah and the other kids playing some reindeer ring toss game. You swallow your cracker, wincing as it scratches your throat going down.

“What’s up?”

"I can't accept this," Joel says shoving your gift back into your hand. You stare down at it, the small rectangular gift; a present you had wrapped twice because the first time you had decided it wasn’t good enough.

"Why not?"

"I just - I can't," Joel grumbles.

You feel everything in your body go cold. What happened? What did you do wrong? You take the gift back, holding it in your palm and feeling humiliated.

“I don’t understand.”

“Wouldn’t be right to take it. I didn’t get you anything.”

"I didn’t expect a gift from you,” you insist, trying to hold in the tremor starting in your voice. “You're not gonna make Sarah give hers back too are you?"

"No. Course not."

"Then why-"

A loud cheer sounds from the other side of the room, drawing your attention over Joel’s shoulder because someone has convinced Bill to play the piano.

Deciding that you don’t want to talk about this topic anymore with Joel, you move past him to stand near the crowd gathering at the piano. You watch fascinated as your usually reclusive neighbor taps a few of the ivory notes, gathering everyone’s attention.

“Everyone shut up. I’m going to play,” Bill announces his face pink and his hair going wild at the temples. Frank is coming to stand near you, his face open in wonder at the sight of his normally quiet husband commanding the room. Several voices pop up suggesting songs for Bill.

“Play Jingle Bells!”

“Away in a Manger!”

“The twelve days of Christmas!”

“None of that shit!” Bill insists with a scowl as he places his fingers on the keys. “I’m gonna play you all the song that made Frank fall in love with me.”

You hear Frank take a sharp intake of breath, his hand going to rest at his sternum as he watches Bill. You feel your mouth hitching into a smile as you watch your dear neighbor’s eyes fill with tears at the first notes played.

“Love will abide Take things in stride Sounds like good advice But there's no one at my side And time washes clean love's wounds unseen That's what someone told me But I don't know what it means”

Bill is by no means a professional singer but you can’t explain the spell cast when he sings. His voice normally harsh is more muted when he sings, soft and unsure of itself. It makes the song feel intimate, like it was made for them to sing and hear alone.

“Caught in my fears Blinking back the tears I can't say you hurt me When you never let me near And I never drew one response from you All the while you fell all over girls you never knew”

You’ve heard this song before you think. One that your Mom used to play when you were little. But you’ve never really listened to the lyrics and they’re heartbreaking. This is the song Frank fell for Bill over?

Maria is a few steps away from you, shooting you a surprised look. She was obviously not prepared for this side of her neighbor either. Bill continues, his fingers moving deftly over the piano keys in a way that is so graceful and at odds with how you view him.

“Wait for the day you'll go away Knowing that you warned me Of the price I'd have to pay And life's full of flaws Who knows the cause? Living in the memory of a love that never was”

You sneak a glance at Frank to see his eyes are wet with tears, some of which have slipped down his cheek. Yet he doesn’t tear his eyes away from the burly man who sings with abandon, his blue eyes shut lightly.

“'Cause I've done everything I know To try and make you mine And I think I'm gonna love you For a long long time”.

Bill’s eyes open to land on Frank as the song concludes and it’s like the room collectively sighs in adoration.

The applause is gentle but warm. You glance around to see a lot of misty eyes, Maria is dabbing the corner of her eyes with a napkin and Tommy is biting the inside of his lower lip so hard you think he might be drawing blood.

Joel is nowhere to be seen.

"Okay, you can all leave," Frank jokes to the room before making his way to Bill.

The crowd laughs and you watch as Frank leans over the piano to press his lips to his husband's waiting ones. Bills eyes flutter shut as he returns the kiss, the corners of his mouth curling into a smile under his beard.

They pull back and the open adoration in both their gazes takes your breath away.

That’s love.

You're surprised to feel your own eyes burning at the sweet sight accompanied by a wave of melancholy that washes over you. It morphs into a selfish, clawing ugliness that makes you back away from the crowd and leave the room, needing to go somewhere quiet.

You need to be away from everyone.

You move into one of the rooms off the hall, quiet and dark and realize instantly that its Frank’s paining studio, a place you rarely venture into. Like Bill, Frank is a bit protective over his things, though he’d never admit it.

An easel with a half-painted portrait of Bill sits in the corner. A wall of well organized oil paint implements greets you as you enter into the space. The floor is wood and your heels click over it as you move to observe the large windows leading out into the dark of the night.

A plain grey sofa sits at the far wall and you collapse into it, letting your head hang. It’s not long before you’re cupping your face in your hands and crying softly.

This is the first Christmas without Paul. Your first Christmas not going home. And while you don't regret either of the decisions that lead you to these ends, you can't help but feel a little sad for yourself.

Poorly paying job, no car, no real apartment to speak of. Single. Last guy you dated was a coke head. Obsessed with a guy you’re pretty sure currently hates you for reasons you aren’t even privy to. The list is looking pretty grim.

Your gift for Joel is placed beside you, only adding to your misery. You don’t hear the half-opened door being pushed completely. You only hear the rough timbre of the last person you want to see right now.

“Are you okay’?”

You immediately stiffen, wiping at your face with your hands when Joel enters the room, closing the door behind him. You don’t bother answering him, hoping that if you twist away from him he’ll get the message to leave.

The room is cloaked in semi-darkness, the only light coming from the glowing lights along the outside of the house. It bathes you and Joel in a softness that belies how prickly you’re currently feeling.

“Is this because of the gift thing?” Joel asks, looking guiltily between you and the present sitting next to you on the sofa.

“No,” you snap, embarrassed at being caught in such a state. “Not everything is about you, Joel.”

He turns to leave, realizing that coming in here was a terrible idea. For some reason something is bubbling within you, an overarching anger that makes you stumble up from the sofa and over to the door that Joel is attempting to open.

You push it closed, squeezing between he and it.

“What is your problem with me all of a sudden?” you demand, your eyes blazing as you look up at him.

“N-nothin’” Joel stammers, looking strangely wild-eyed.

“Then why are you acting so weird tonight?” you insist, not even realizing that you’re moving forward as Joel steps back to get away from you.

“I’m not-“

“You are so! Why won’t you accept my gift?” you snarl. “I’ve always accepted everything you’ve given me with thanks.”

“Not everything.” It jumps out of his mouth before he can stop himself. Your hands are at your sides in angry fists that loosen when he says this.

“What?”

“Gimme space,” Joel rasps out at you, his eyes travelling the entire circumference of your face as you stare up at him in confusion.

You don’t realize when you crowded Joel against the wall, but you have. You step back immediately before you shake your head in disgust, throwing yourself back onto the sofa. His present is there and just the sight of it makes your anger rise again.

“Just keep the fucking gift Joel,” you snap, throwing the parcel at his feet. “Stop acting childish.”

Joel had been about to duck out of the room, his large hand on the doorknob once more. But at the sound of the gift hitting the floor beside his feet and your guttural insult he stops abruptly.

You can almost hear the moment that he goes from concerned to furious.

“I’m acting childish?” Joel counters, throwing himself into a kneeling position on the sofa next to you. One of his wide hands is on the back of it, the other palm on the arm of the sofa that you’re now pressed back against. He’s caged you in and up this close you can see the vein at the side of his throat ticking angrily.

“You’re the one who ran away from me and then never returned my phone calls.”

The shame you feel is immediate. There it is, the truth laid bare. It makes you feel panicked and you realize that you and Joel have swapped emotions seamlessly. Because now you feel cornered and terrified and Joel looks absolutely incensed.

His dark eyes are boring into yours, his mouth inches from your face as he breathes, his warm breath buffeting your cheeks. You can see his teeth are clenched angrily.

“We already talked about this, Joel.”

“No.” Joel shakes his head sharply. “No, we didn’t. I tried to make it easy on us by not pushing it. But I’m done pretending that I don’t want you.”

Your eyes blow wide. Did you hear him right?

“Not as a friend, not as a babysitter,” Joel continues his tone harsh despite the sweetness of his words. “I want you for my own.”

“Joel,” you plead in a whisper.

Fuck. You want him so badly.

“I wanna take care of you,” Joel insists, his eyes morphing from furious to completely undone. “But I can’t do that if you won’t be honest with me. You ran from me that night and I wanna know why.”

You can’t keep looking at his face or into his eyes. It’s too intense. You close your eyes, wincing as you say the words you tried to hide. It’s too late to tell Joel the lie that you just want to be friends. It’s too late to pretend like he doesn’t do something to your insides. It’s all too late.

You have to be honest.

“I was scared,” you admit, your cheeks blazing. Joel’s eyebrows saddle as he looks down at you.

“Of me?”

“No,” you shake your head, tsk-ing that he would ever think that. “Of what it would mean.”

Joel seems to be calming because his jaw loosens and he nods, moving back from his looming over you.

“Sarah.”

“Yeah, Sarah.”

The two of you lapse into silence, unsure of what to say next. Joel has retreated now, just sitting next to you on the sofa in the quiet and you shift to a seated position, your eyes cracking open. Your heart still races though, and you’re unable to stop looking at him. Even now, flushed and defeated he’s striking.

“There is something here isn’t there?” Joel says gently, his imploring eyes turned on to you. “Something strong… I’m not imagining it?”

Your heart literally squeezes when he says that. You have to close your eyes again and steady your breathing because right now anything you say will be a stammering mess. He’s right there is something here, something strong. And it terrifies you. Not just because of Sarah.

"Yes there is," you finally answer, feeling the flush rise through your body. “You’re not imagining it.”

Joel’s eyes read relief at this and you feel a stab of guilt knowing that he’s carried around this confusion for so long.

“But still probably not a good idea,” you finish lamely.

Joel doesn’t reply, but you can see him absorbing this information. Joel’s eyes often give him away, but in the semi darkness you’re not quite sure what he’s thinking. You can’t get a read on if he’s upset and angry or just dejected and accepting.

You can hear the sound of the party raging outside, muffled from the closed door.

“I should get back,” Joel announces quietly, making a move to shove off the sofa and stand. He pauses when your hand flies to his wrist, your fingers pressing gently there. His dark eyes dart to your face, but your eyes are on his mouth.

You don't want him to leave. You want to stay in his space. You want to breathe the same air. You want him to touch you.

I’m done pretending that I don’t want you.

You want him so badly it dwarfs the fears and anxieties you’ve carried with you. This palpable need is so intense that it makes every other emotion seem insignificant.

You can't help it. Joel Miller is just so beautiful and his words keep curling around your heart.

I want you for my own.

You don't even realize you've shifted forward and tilted against him until your palms land on his broad chest for purchase. You hear him take a shuddering inhale before your lips press firmly against his soft mouth.

Immediately his hands are wrapping around you, holding you to him tightly. One hand moves to lie gently astride your neck, thumb resting on your jaw. The other is banding around your waist to pull you closer to him.

The sensation of his lips shocks you, half because you never thought he'd return it so immediately.

The kiss is gentle and sweet and you wish he never had walked into this room because now that you know what it's like to kiss Joel Miller, nothing else will ever come close.

This is the kiss to which all others will be compared.

Then its intensity picks up, and you feel yourself being pushed back to lie on the sofa. His hands are sliding along your body and yours are carding through his curls as he groans gently. Your thighs squeeze his midsection as he moves between them, his body heavy and warm atop yours.

You crack your eyes open to see his staring down at you.

You hold in a whimper. He's just so delicious. Your mouth finds his again, your body arching against his. Your dress has ridden up and you can feel him there lengthening under his slacks, his clothed member pressing directly against your core.

Your eyes blow wide at this sensation and you pull back from his mouth,

Being here kissing him feels so impossibly right but so terrifyingly serious. Like a spotlight shone on you and all your insecurities you've ever had about the two of you together. Every concern you’ve ever had suddenly springs up, overwhelming you. It makes Joel search your face, seeing the anxiety overtaking your features. When the haze of lust is overtaken by a very unwelcome rationality, you feel your stomach hollowing in panic.

It makes you want to run.

"No," Joel insists gently, as if he can read your mind, his wide hand spanning over your sternum and holding you there. "You're not runnin’ again."

Joel wants to keep kissing you. From the feel of your full lip under his fingertip weeks ago to your mouth on his seconds ago, this is all he has thought about. Seeing you in that dress tonight, watching your face go from furious to completely lusty just now? Having you hold him between your legs? It's heaven.

You look so good right now. Your hair is dishevelled and your mouth full and reddened from his ministrations. You look like you're ready to be fucked and Joel desperately wants to oblige but he can also see the wild look expanding in your eyes, like a skittering rabbit.

He can feel your heartbeat under his fingertips and he dips his mouth to yours for what he hopes is a reassuring kiss.

"We don't have to do anything more," he murmurs as he pulls his face back. "I'll stop touching you right now if you say the word. But you're not running again. Not from me."

He's not going to move again until you do.

You didn't really want to run from Joel Miller. Not now, not ever. It's just that wild fight or flight in your brain that insists you close off yourself to the potential hurt. Was it really Sarah this whole time that was holding you back? Or that secret part of you, the one that believes you’ll be abandoned?

You don’t know anymore.

"Joel," you start to say you should stop. That you’ve already gone too far. That this entire thing is a bad idea. Your hands fly to his broad shoulders because you're going to push him off of you.

Except you don't.

Your hands keep grazing up his shoulder and moving to wrap around his neck, pulling his face back down to meet yours. And now with this silent admission of desire, Joel unravels. His voice becomes tight, grainy and he murmurs what you think is: "So fucking beautiful."

You're not sure you heard him right, and if you did you don't know what to say to that. Your eyes are fixed on his full mouth. His lower lip is so full, so inviting you want to nibble on it.

Then his mouth is on yours again and now you're clutching at him, trying to remain calm even as his tongue sweeps between the seam of your lips your thighs tremble around his midsection.

Where did he learn to kiss like this? If it was Michelle I’m sending her flowers.

It's not fair, you decide as he begins licking into your mouth desperately, one hand on the architecture of your jaw, the other spread wide against your lower back. It's not fair that one person should be so handsome, so strong and so good at kissing.

"This is what I wanted to do that night," Joel rasps against your mouth. You moan as his mouth moves to your jaw because you wanted him to do more that night. He’s got you pressed so tightly into the sofa you’re concerned you’re going become one with the cushions.

"Want you so fucking much," he murmurs. His mouth moves to skim along your jaw and you shiver as his wide palms travel along your body, brushing your tits through your dress. You arch as his thumbs brush over the peaks of your nipples through the dress.

Your arms are around his neck and you're clinging to him because you don’t want to let Joel go. Not now. Not ever. He's hovering over you, one forearm holding him up while his free hand goes to cup you through the fabric.

"Christ," Joel moans, his head dropping to kiss along your bared clavicle. His hands are kneading your breasts through the flimsy fabric. A distant part of you is realizing what's going to happen if he keeps going. You’re going to let him fuck you right here on this sofa in the middle of a bustling party.

“Joel, I . . . “ you trail off because you don’t know exactly what you need, you just know it involves Joel and his touch.

"Need to -" Joel's murmur trails off. He makes a grunting noise low in his throat, pulling down the neckline of your dress with ease to expose your bra.

You don't even care if he rips the dress, you'll buy a new one. But then you realize with a wince that he’s now revealed the cheap bra you always wear. A part of you internally screams at your poor choice of underclothes because in them you don't feel particularly alluring but Joel's eyes are almost black with desire.

He tugs down the dress and pushes you up and out of the cups of your bra, his eyes fixed on your bared chest in the near darkness. It causes your arms to go to your side, fixed there by the tight fabric. Joel takes his time, blowing gently on your nipple and sighing when it puckers further under the sensation.

"Fucking perfect," he murmurs before lowering his mouth to begin sucking on one hardened nipple as his fingers pluck and graze the other. The result is electric, like shots of fire going through your body, starting at your breasts. You grip the back of his neck for purchase the best you can, holding back the moan that threatens to escape you.

You arch along the arm of the sofa as Joel's hips hold yours in place. He's grinding against you, the feel of his thick, warm member very apparent even through his slacks.

"Joel," you sigh because that's all you can formulate in the moment. He makes a deep groaning noise before pulling off your nipple with a pop and moving his mouth back to yours. Your hands tangle in his tousled hair as you kiss him back fervently. Your bared chest rasps against the buttons on his shirt.

You love kissing Joel.

God, his mouth, his tongue. His hand is sliding to your throat while your hands are skimming the front of his shirt, your fingers itching to undo his buttons. You want to feel the warm skin of his torso. You want him in your mouth. His hands are going to curl around the waistband of your panties, his breathing erratic.

“Need it,” he moans softly in your ear. “Please let me taste you.”

You are boneless when he says those words. His voice is so low and velvety and despite the fact that he posed the question, it’s you who feels uncertain. His mouth is on yours again and he’s tugging at your panties.

He’s going to fuck you right here on this sofa in the middle of a party. With everything in your power you pull back from his seeking lips.

"W-we should stop. Anyone could walk in."

He pulls back, his body aching against yours. You try to focus on his face but you feel like you're head is swimming. Joel glances at your mouth as if considering kissing you again. But instead he nods and brushes a hand against your cheek before pushing himself up and out from between your legs.

He leans back up and you follow suit, dragging your dress back up over your chest. Joel seems deflated at that. You can’t seem to make your brain work because Joel sitting there with his hair tousled from your hands and his mouth all swollen. You know you wanted to stop but right now you’re forgetting why. It seems like Joel’s handsome face is too impossible not to focus on.

"We need to talk," Joel murmurs. And you know what he means. If this is going to work you need to talk about this. This is a huge step for both of you. It shakes you from your lusty focus and you nod.

"Yeah," you agree.

“Your place?”

“Sure.”

"I'm gonna tell Tommy to take Sarah home."

"Okay."

“And you’re not gonna run?”

You glance up at Joel’s face when he says that, his voice tight and his eyes impossibly vulnerable. There is so much reflected in Joel Miller’s dark eyes, these wide open galaxies that pull you in. Right now they show hurt and concern and this deep, deep need.

Your hand comes to cup his bristled cheek and you hold in a sigh when he leans into your palm, his eyes falling shut. A look of peace has overtaken his usually stern features, smoothing them into the face of a man surrendered.

It makes it imperative to cup his other cheek and move your mouth over his, kissing him gently and reverently, as if you can transfer all your affection and care for him through the action before pulling back.

“I’m not gonna run.”

He smiles at you in a crooked way that makes your heart skip before he quickly stands and moves out the door of the studio, closing it softly behind him.

What just fucking happened?

You sit there catching your breath for a moment before forcing yourself to a stand. Your entire body is shuddering, like you're getting over a fever. You make your way out of the room because you need more of Joel. You need his hands on your body and you need his tongue in your mouth and-

"Not your type, huh?"

You’re immediately startled when a voice reaches out to you. You glance over to see a very amused Frank looking at you from the top stairs of the basement. He's holding a new bottle of wine and looking decidedly too smug.

“How much did you hear?”

“Enough.”

You scowl at him harshly, about to say something when Joel reappears wearing his jacket and holding yours. Your face immediately morphs into a stupid, dazed sort of smile when he grins at you.

“Ready?”

You nod, pulling on your jacket and feeling your heart kick as he takes your hand in his, leading you to the front door.

You don’t even notice Frank holding in laughter before going to rejoin the party.

You’re thankful that the rest of the party is in the main room, leaving you both to escape undetected.

As you walk the short distance to your place the ache between your legs is staggering. You feel giddy and anticipatory as he scissors his long legs across the grass, his eyes fixed on the darkness in front of you, navigating you both safely to your door.

He drops your hand only so you can pull out your keys to unlock your door. Why did you fucking lock it tonight of all nights?

Joel’s arms are crossed loosely as he leans against the door watching you fumble with your keys. For some reason you’re having trouble making your hand and brain move. Those soulful eyes of his dart from the lock to your face.

Cupid's bow couldn't have struck harder than Joel Miller's eyes in that moment. They're glazed with fear and guilt mixed desperately together and you see it mixed up with open lust when he speaks softly.

"Do you still want-"

He doesn't even get the sentence out because you've launched yourself at him, your arms instinctively going to wrap around his neck. His mouth comes crashing into yours, the deep relief of your reciprocation clear in the way he holds you to him.

He's got you pressed against your front door with his pelvis, his broad frame dwarfing you as you fumble with the knob at your spine. You kiss him with abandon, your hand continuing to scramble over the handle before you feel Joel pull back.

You crack your eyes open to see him smirking down at you. (How have you never noticed how impossibly sexy he is when he does that?) He moves his right hand from the side of your neck to the knob, turning and pushing the door open.

You're about to say something self deprecating about how you're normally an expert at door opening, but then Joel's hands are on either side of your jaw and his lips are on yours again and - fuck, you can't think straight, your mind is consumed with this beautiful man kissing you so well.

Joel walks you backwards to your bed, kissing you the entire way as you both discard your jackets onto the floor. When the back of your legs hit the end of your bed Joel is gripping you by the waist, licking into your mouth with such need that your back arches. Your hands are on his shoulders, gripping there to keep from falling.

"I've imagined this so many times," you sigh against his parted mouth. You don't have time to consider if you should have kept that to yourself because Joel's reaction to this confession is electric.

He hits his knees so quickly it's dizzying and before you can think or say anything, Joel is hitching up your dress to bunch at your hips before kissing you there. It's obvious what he intends to do and despite everything in you telling you to stop him, that it's all going too fast, you can't. Instead you arch back, your hips dropping towards him.

You stare down at him, your heart beating like mad as he curls his forefinger around the lace of your panties and looks up at you with a face that asks your silent permission.

You nod without hesitation, your breathing becoming staccato-ed as you watch him pull your already soaked panties down your legs. You step out of them, your hand going to brush his cheek. Seeing Joel kneeling in front of you, his hair tousled and his mouth parted in wanting causes you to shudder all over.

He gently urges the crook of your left leg over his broad shoulder, opening you to him. He's so fucking seductive kneeling there in front of you, his eyes taking in your sex with the look of a man meeting his salvation.

His hands are trailing over your thighs, the back of your knees, your calves, as if he's trying to map your body by touch alone. You can just see the curls of his hair as he leans forward, inhaling deeply and groaning again, his lips trailing over the tops of your legs languidly.

Did you ever think that you would go from yelling at Joel Miller to having his mouth between your legs?

He's murmuring against the soft skin of your hip now, something deep and low. You want to ask him what he's saying but then you whine low in your throat as he brings a hand to your leg on his shoulder, holding you in place as he presses gentle kisses to your silken inner thigh.

"Tell me to stop and I will," he says looking up at you from his place half-knelt on the floor.

Then his mouth descends.

Any reply dies in your mouth at the first swipe of Joel's tongue.

"Jesus!"

You clap a hand over your mouth, suddenly aware that Maria might hear you upstairs if she didn’t go to Tommy’s. But Joel is gripping your hands, pulling them down and making you fist them through his hair.

"Hold," he tells you plainly, urging your hands to tighten in his locks. You're powerless to deny this request as his mouth returns to your aching core. Your hands hold onto his curls for dear life as he begins to taste you.

Joel is so talented at this that you genuinely consider sending Maria a fruit basket along with the flowers. Within seconds he has you gripping his hair as you tilt back, your body trembling.

“So fucking good,” he says between licks and deep, open-mouthed kisses.

Your head tilts forward on your chest, looking down the length of your body and holding in a moan. DaVinci's ‘Mona Lisa’. Michelangelo's ‘David’. Van Gogh's ‘Starry Night’. All beautiful works of art and yet to you nothing comes close to being as exquisite as the sight of Joel Miller moving between your legs.

His eyes are shut languidly, his nose nuzzling your clit as he works his tongue between your folds. Jesus Christ he's a work of art. His tongue is teasing you, flicking lightly. With every passing moment you feel the sparks building within you and you start to feel the familiar lightheaded sensation.

"I-I need to lie down," you gasp, your knee threatening to buckle. Joel nods, coming to a stand and easing you back onto the bed. He straddles you there, his body curled over you as he kisses you. You can taste yourself on his lips and this makes you groan into his mouth.

“Need to keep tastin’ you,” he whispers against the shell of your ear. You whimper, nodding as he begins to push your dress up your abdomen again.

He brings his body down the length of yours and off the bed. He stands there, looking down at you with your wild hair and full mouth and you suddenly feel so exposed. The dress is resting just over your hips and you go to cover your aching pussy. Joel frowns, batting your hands away.

“Don’t hide,” he says gruffly before surging towards you. You give a small sound of surprise as Joel tugs your ankles until you’re at the edge of the bed.

There he kneels again as if in prayer, his hands coming to coil around your thighs before placing them over his shoulders. You watch this moaning softly as Joel’s dark eyes dart up the length of your body.

You expect him to look away or at least close his eyes, but instead he fixes his gaze to you before moving his mouth against your core in silent worship. You can’t keep looking at him there, your thighs parted wide on his broad shoulders, his soft mouth pressing kisses to your cunt before his eyes flutter shut.

“Joel,” you whimper, feeling impossibly selfish. He’s mapped most of your half naked body and he still has his fucking clothes on! “Let me touch you.”

Joel shakes his head slightly before his hands have found yours again, urging them to grip his hair. You acquiesce as his palms push your thighs open wider, so that his tongue can reach deeper.

“Wanna make you come first,” he grunts lazily. “Need you to come on my tongue.”

Joel Miller is a giver.

His voice is low and thick and the desire wraps itself around every syllable.

If Joel just stood there at the end of your bed saying deliciously filthy things like that, never even touching you, you are convinced you could just come from that alone.

You’re about to shakily say something when you see him palming himself through his slacks as he tastes you. His hand is wide and squeezes intermittently, his groans increasing as his mouth devours you. Is he getting off to getting you off?

That’ll do it.

"Joel!" His name tumbles from your lips as you crest, your hands tugging at his hair urging him deeper. He acquiesces readily, fucking you with his tongue and sending you into that sweet, blissful state of release watching you the entire time.

You arch off the bed, your hands going from his hair to clutch the sheets next to you as you come, your body jerking against his mouth. You expect him to stop, to join you in the bed but his eyes have fallen closed and he’s still going.

"Fuck! Joel I-" you can't finish because Joel isn't stopping.

“You can give me another,” he says flicking his tongue lightly.

He’s smiling dreamily, his eyes still closed as he continues to suck on your clit, and now his finger has come to slide into your sopping center. You’re making obscene noises, rutting against his palm as his tongue continues laving at your clit and another finger joins the first; curling in that sweet spot you can’t reach yourself.

Your hips are thrusting shallowly, and you feel yourself tumbling into another orgasm, this one sharper and more localized. You come raggedly calling his name, your thighs trembling along his shoulders.

Only after you come down from this second high does he pull back with his damp mouth curved into a self satisfied grin. You know your eyes must betray their every thought because he climbs up the bed, his mouth slanting over yours.

He kisses you sweetly, his mouth full and warm before he lays himself next to you in the bed, watching as you pull the dress back down over your hips. You roll onto your side to face him, your heads both resting on the same pillow.

He can’t stop smiling at you. It’s a subtle one, one that makes the corner of his eyes crinkle slightly. The kind that makes your heart pound for reasons that have nothing to do with sex. And yet, it sends your body into an internal frenzy and your reaching a hand across the space between you to land on his hips.

“We said we were going to talk,” Joel murmurs when your hands begin to untuck his shirt from his slacks.

“Yeah, you’re right. We did.”

You want to talk like you both agreed, but being in bed with Joel is making logical thought really difficult. Your hand is sliding down his hips, down to palm his heavy cock through his pants before squeezing gently. You watch in fascination as Joel's eyes shutter and how slowly he moves against you, extending the sensation before something in him stops him, his hips pulling from you. Your palm falls to the bedsheet between you.

“So we should talk.”

You can’t help it. You want to see Joel’s face do that thing again. That little brow flick and neck bob. That unguarded way his eyebrows banded when you first squeezed. You find yourself completely taken with how Joel looks when he’s aroused. Your hands are moving back over his slacks and he’s watching it with a look of a man faced with an impossible decision.

“Maybe we can talk after?” you suggest lightly as your hand slides down his pelvis.

“A-after?” he asks in a low groan as your hand slides over the length of his cock, squeezing. You’re rewarded with another eyebrow band and deep swallow from Joel.

“Yeah,” you soothe, starting slide your palm to curve around the shaft the best you can through the fabric and rubbing gently. “After I make you come?”

Joel is fighting for his life, his eyes shut tightly. “We need-need to-“

“You could finish in my mouth if you want?”

Joel makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat before his head falls into the crook of your neck, his hips thrusting into your hand. You smile, feeling something bloom within you when you hear the ragged groans coming from Joel. This strong man who could ask you to do anything and you’d oblige readily and all he wants right now is for you to touch him through his pants.

But just as you’re really starting to enjoy yourself, just as you feel Joel’s fingers digging into your hip you feel Joel shake his head, extricating himself from you gently with a growled “No” while breathing heavily through his nose.

You lean back, a small smirk on your face that he returns.

“You’re a fucking menace.”

You laugh breathily at that, observing with delight that his eyes can’t stop going to your mouth, your breasts, your eyes. He sees your own gaze resting on the vee of his legs, his hips arched away from your still wandering hands.

"I want to," Joel promises you, his finger going to tap your chin so you’ll look at him. "You have no idea how much I want to."

"Good, I think I have a condom," you attempt to shift over and roll towards your bedside table but Joel stills you, holding you by the waist and pulling you back to face him. That strange guarded look is back in his eyes and it makes your stomach jump.

It's so surreal to be laying here beside him. He's looking at you with such a tensing of his jaw you're concerned he's going to crack a tooth. Self consciousness, that insidious beast in the back of your mind makes you curl into yourself.

Did you do something wrong? Did he regret what just happened?

"You changed your mind.”

"It's not that," Joel insists. "Never that.”

When he sees a flicker of doubt cross your features he groans and grabs you by the wrist. You say nothing as he brings your limp palm to the crotch of his slacks. There you can feel the thick warmth of his cock pulsing as your hand grazes him through the fabric.

"Hasn’t this been proof enough all night?"

“Still,” you say warily taking your hand back. “What’s wrong?”

"This'll change everything," he says in a voice halfway between hopeful and worried. You consider his words, your breathing choppy because he keeps staring at you with the kind of eyes that people write poems about, the kind that move mountains and lessen resolve. When you don’t immediately answer him, you can see the flash of indecision cross his features.

“We can stop it all right now,” Joel whispers as his eyes search your face. “We can stop and we can pretend it never happened. I can do that if that’s what you want. It’d be hard but I could.”

“Is that what you want?”

“No.”

His answer is immediate and you feel a shuddering breath of relief leave you. It’s not what you want either. Joel has told you, has shown you how he feels. You need to say something that will make him understand.

“I want it to change, Joel,” you say truthfully. “I want you. Not just in bed. Not just as a friend.”

He’s nodding now, his eyes wide and innocent looking. As if he can’t believe what you’re saying but he’s so fucking happy to be hearing it. You realize that you’ve come this far, you need to say everything that’s been dancing in your mind.

"I want you Joel," you tell him softly, your pupils blown wide. “I want you.”

His reply is whispering your name against your mouth as he kisses you. As he presses his lips against yours, pulling you tightly around him you feel yourself surrender completely. His touch make you feel something you never felt with Paul or James. Safe. He makes you feel safe.

"I think we’ve talked enough.”

The meaning is clear because your hand has come to rest on his belt buckle and your pupils now dominate your iris. You can almost hear whatever restraint was holding Joel back snap like a rubber band.

"I-- f-fuck, okay," Joel nods sharply, and while you undo his belt buckle his hands are coming to unbutton his slacks and bring down his zipper.

You're over-eager, your hand skimming under the band of his slacks and boxers to where his hardened shaft lays pulsing. When your hand wraps around it, sliding gently from base to tip his hips jump off the bed.

“Fuck!

His eyes are slammed shut as his hips thrust into your hand. His teeth are clenched so tightly the dimple in his right cheek has popped out.

“Joel look at me,” you plead, needing his eyes on you. They open a crack, glittering stones shining out at you from a pinched face.

“Just relax,” you soothe, your hand gently stroking him. “We don’t need to rush.”

This seems to get through to him because Joel nods. You watch his jaw unclench, and his fingers release the death-grip they’ve had on your bed sheets. His hand moves to twist in your hair, holding there for purchase. His eyes open fully now, limpid and staring at you while he grunts and thrusts into your hand.

You can’t help but lean forwards, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth before moving your lips to his ear.

“I need you in my mouth, Joel,” you whimper against the soft skin of his earlobe, relishing the shiver that runs through him at the sound of it. Joel is shockingly responsive to your touch, as if he’s gone so long without it.

“You don’t have to-“ he starts but you ignore him because you're desperate to taste him, to just drag your tongue over the swollen head of his cock.

You’re pulling down his slacks and boxers, groaning when his erect cock is freed. It throbs there on his belly, golden and thick with a rosy head that is begging for your tongue. Joel is so fucking gorgeous laying there, his dark eyes wide as your tongue trails over your lower lip. Your hair has drifted in front of your face but Joel’s wide palm comes to brush it back.

“Thanks,” you say huskily as your mouth curves into a smile. “I want you to be able to see everything.”

His cock twitches at that and he makes a choking sound in the back of his throat.

“Jesus.”

It’s a guttural sound, like you’ve ripped it from his chest. You love it. You love that you’re the reason the normally reserved Joel is rapidly unwinding.

A sinful thought breaks into your mind: could you get Joel to whimper for you? The thought of turning a man like Joel into a needful, whimpering mess under your tongue makes you teeter on the edge of orgasm by thought alone. You see his neck bob as he swallows thickly again, his eyes fixed on your face. Your eyes drift towards his cock.

You need him in your mouth, you need to taste him.

And you would have accomplished such a feat if Joel's cell phone hadn't suddenly gone off loudly in his pocket, startling you both.

The beep is loud and sharp and it sends you almost tumbling off the bed as the red-cheeked Joel digs into his pockets looking furious. With a trembling hand he pulls out the phone, reading the message that’s come through before swearing.

“Everything okay?”

You’ve crawled back up the length of him. For some reason you can tell that your night is about to be cut short.

"It's Tommy asking where I am."

You can see the indecision in his eyes and frown at the rapid softening of his cock. You watch with disappointment as he shifts his hips, pulling his clothes back on in a hurry.

"Stay," you insist, not caring that you sound plaintive. “Please stay?”

Joel looks momentarily flustered at the sound of your voice pitched low and begging. You can see him biting back a groan as he turns his gaze on you.

“Sarah’s had a nightmare. She’s asking for me.”

Immediately you sober, knowing that there is no way you’re going to ever make Joel pick between you and his daughter. That’s a battle you were born to lose. So instead you sigh, disappointed but understanding as he pulls on his jacket. You force a smile on your face and tell him you understand.

“Tell bug I said hello,” you offer with a smile.

Despite the fact that she’s a major cockblock in this moment, you still love the kid.

Joel looks over at your form in the bed, your eyes big and sad. You may be okay with him leaving but that doesn’t mean that you’re happy about it. To be fair Joel looks so fucking disappointed, maybe even more than you.

He stands beside the bed, knowing that if he stays a second longer he physically won’t be able to leave. You watch him pull on his jacket, willing yourself not to focus on how good he looks when he’s getting ready to leave you.

"How about breakfast tomorrow?" Joel concedes out of nowhere. “Just you and me so we can talk more about this?”

“Like a date?”

Joel’s answering grin causes something in your heart to gallop. He leans over, his palms pressing onto the bed so he can reach you to plant a full-mouthed kiss to your lips before pulling back.

“Exactly like a date.”

Delight blooms in you and you nod with a grin.

"Yeah, I’d love to.”

Joel stays leaning on the bed for several seconds, his eyes scanning your face. You would ask him what he’s doing but you’re doing exactly the same. You’re memorizing every line, every eyelash. You’ll hold those small fragments of him until you see him next.

Finally with resolve he pushes off the bed and goes to the door, pausing only to turn back and say in the most devastating of low tones:

“And then after breakfast I’d like to come back here and fuck you until you can’t walk.”

He closes the door to the sound of your nervous giggles.

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It's finally happening.

Joel's heart is pounding against his ribs so brutally that for a moment he considers if he's going into cardiac arrest. When he remains upright and alive minutes later, he continues walking up the path to your door.

You want him.

You admitted it.

You said it.

He can still see it, the intensity in your gaze as you whispered those words: “I want you, Joel.”

He’s still having trouble believing it. Still having a hard time understanding how something went from being so complicated to being so simple. He knows you’re worried about the same things he is – how your relationship will affect Sarah if things go wrong.

Simple, they aren’t going to. He knows this in his gut; he knows that you are his. It has been so clear to him these past few months and he hates that you spent any time at all not seeing it like he did.

He knows he’s smiling like an idiot as he strolls up to your door, because having you in his arms last night had felt so right he never wants to let you go. Never.

He turns his mind to more carnal aims, recalling your body’s response to his. He can’t stop thinking about the way your face looked when you came, the sweet way you tasted on his tongue, the gentle curve of your mouth when you looked at him from between his legs.

After putting Sarah to bed last night he’d thrown himself into his own bed with the sound of your moans and whimpers dancing through his brain like music.

“I need you in my mouth, Joel.”

“I want you to be able to see everything.”

“I want you, Joel.”

He had put off stroking himself no longer than thirty seconds.

He could still smell you on his clothes. The perfume you'd worn, warm and tantalizing, had done nothing to stop the stiffening of his member. Had done nothing but fuel his already ardent desire.

Joel… Joel…Joel…

Just the sound of your mouth and tongue wrapping around those four simple letters had him fisting himself under the sheets, his body trembling with want. A few tugs, strokes and images of your head thrown back as he made you come on his tongue caused him to erupt in his hand, grunting and then gasping out your name.

And when you'd asked him to stay? Your face flushed and your eyes bright? You’d been so beautiful that it actually pained him to look at you. That had been the hardest thing to walk away from.

It's this image of you that he carries with him as he knocks on your door, his hands trembling slightly in anticipation. He hears you shuffling inside and suddenly hyperaware he internally berates himself for not bringing flowers or something to mark such a moment.

And then the door opens and instead of your smiling face greeting him, you’re wearing a face you've never worn before. This one is lifeless with eyes that seem devoid of emotion.

It stops him from pulling you into his arms and kissing you deeply as he had planned to, as he had imagined the entire drive over this morning. Instead he just stares at you, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end.

Something is wrong.

When you speak to offer a very quiet hello, it's with a voice he's never heard from you. Flat and distant sounding. There are dark circles under your eyes that makeup can't conceal. You’re leaning against the door frame as if you can’t support your standing frame. Joel tilts his head, trying to capture your eyes with his.

"Still on for breakfast?" Joel begins, feeling uneasy when you won't make eye contact with him.

He hadn't expected this reaction from you, this chilly indifference.

"I don't really have time for that," you say hollowly to his shoulder. "I'm heading out of town for a bit."

Heading out of town? Joel frowns not recalling you mention any of this. "When will you be back?"

"Couple of weeks," you answer tiredly, still not looking at his face. "Maybe longer. Who knows?"

Weeks? Maybe longer? What the fuck is going on? He takes a step towards you, reaching for you before something catches his eye. The suitcase next to the door, packed and ready to go. When he realizes you’ve had time to think about this, time enough to pack a bag he feels his heart begin to pound for completely different reasons.

A woman he cares for and a packed bag.

How cyclical.

He steps back and feels his entire body shutting down. All at once he feels incredibly stupid for coming here. So incredibly pathetic for sharing everything with you last night. It’s as if someone has taken his chest and squeezed it painfully from the inside.

"Right," he says laughing humorlessly. "Right."

He turns and stalks away from you without pausing. He hopes he’ll hear your snap out of it, that he’ll hear you call his name and you can chalk this up to a weird moment. But he doesn’t because you don’t. Instead he hears your door click shut.

It’s only in the safety of his truck driving home that Joel allows a lingering tear to slip down his cheek.

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littleredwing89 · 10 months

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FAMOUS - PART ONE

Bodyguard!Jason Todd x Singer!Reader

Warnings: Language. Mentions of death threats.

A/N: So part one is finally here!!! Woohoo!!! Enjoy all. More to come soon xoxo much love xoxo @offendedfishnoises thanks again for all of your help with this - all the love xoxo

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DEATH SHALL FIND YOU

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The Gotham Sirens.

You never imagined that this would happen to you. Not in a million years. The group had taken off almost instantly and you’d become world famous. You stared up at the stage, the neon blue of your band's name glowing. Several technicians ran past you and smiled, altering the mic stands and taping down the wires so no one would fall. You loved the hustle and bustle just before the performance. Even standing on that stage in front of millions of people, nothing made your soul buzz like the beginning set up of a show.

You, Selina, Ivy and Harley had met at Gotham University majoring in Dance and Music. At first it had been nothing more than just a class assignment. Create a song. But Harley uploaded it onto Instagram and it blew up the internet. The next thing you knew, Mr Roman Sionis - headhunter for Dent Sounds Record Label - himself had arranged a meeting with the four of you.

And well, as they say, the rest was history. That was over 3 years ago now. It had been a complete blur. You were still catching up. You were no longer having to scrimp and save for cash. No. Now, now you had everything. Everything you’d ever dreamed of. Everything but your privacy. Especially after the meeting this morning with Roman.

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“You’re not being serious are you?”.

You looked into the mirror whilst the make up artist finished off your eyelashes. Your manager, Roman, stood behind you with his arms crossed. A stern look stitched onto his face.

“Of course I am”, he huffed and his stare burned into you, “You’ve received another death threat and someone tried to break into your condo last month. You need more security. Something more personal”.

You rolled your eyes and the make up artist scolded you by smacking her brush on your wrist. You grinned cheekily at her before resting back in your chair, putting on your sickliest, sweetest voice, “Romy…”.

Your little nickname for him. It worked every time. He’d never allow anyone else to call him that. Just you.

“No”, he growled, “This is my final decision. You’re getting a personal bodyguard. I don’t want to find you chopped into tiny pieces”.

“How come Ivy doesn’t have to have one? Or Selina...even Harley doesn’t! So why me?”.

You didn’t need a bodyguard. You knew the second you got one, you would be kissing your freedom goodbye. They’d be with you 24/7. Your apartment would be shared. You wouldn’t even be able to sneak off to McDonalds for a McFlurry at 3am without having to confirm it with them. Or even worse, have them go with you.

“They haven’t had any psychotic stalkers”, Roman rested against the wall, sighing deeply, “yet”.

You scowled and refused to meet his eyes in the mirror. This was a complete over reaction.

“Look, I know you’re not happy but this goes way over my head. Mr Dent, the CEO—insisted. And to be honest Y/N, I think it’s a good idea. You girls are only getting more popular and that means more weirdos will crawl out of the woodwork”.

“Romy…”, you tried once more, turning to him and fluttering your dark, thick lashes at him, “Can’t you talk to Mr Dent?”.

He pressed a hand to his forehead, the muscles in his forearms contracting. You noticed the dark shadows under his eyes and silently wondered when he last got a good night's sleep.

“I’m sorry”, he muttered, “But I agree with Harv on this one, I’ve already been in touch with a firm. They’re highly recommended…you’ll meet them tomorrow”.

He turned quickly and strode out of the changing room as his phone rang, ending the conversation abruptly. You could hear his booming voice bouncing down the corridor and you glared at yourself in the mirror.

Fucking perfect.

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Dumping a wad of paperwork down onto the desk, Jason sighed and took a long sip of his coffee. He knew high profile clientele came with difficulty but the stack of paperwork Sionis had sent him was nothing short of ridiculous. They even wanted to know where he’d bought his new leather jacket from last month.

“Alright?”, Roy sauntered over with his own coffee cup shuffling some of the papers. He was awfully chipper this early in the morning. Jason hummed in response and grabbed a pen from the side beginning to fill in the required forms.

He’d started this business with Roy a few years ago. Dropping out of university was tough but it wasn’t for him. Jason remembered worrying about telling Bruce. What his family would think of him but they showed him nothing but support. Unconditional love. They’d both managed, with countless hours, to build ‘Outlaws Security’, into the most successful security firm in Gotham.

Roy’s eyebrows lifted upon seeing a photo of the new client, “Isn’t that the chick you had on your wall at uni?”.

“What? No!”, Jason bristled and shoved the photo of you back under the documents. He inwardly cursed. Fucking Roy.

“So, you're saying that if I look inside your office locker, I won't find a poster of her?”.

Jason heard the cocky smirk on Roy’s face and groaned in irritation running a hand over the front of his face, “Touch my locker and I’ll break your legs”.

Roy cackled loudly and sat on the edge of Jason’s desk, “Ok so you do still have it. Better not let her find it”.

“You’re a real jackass you know”.

“So I’ve heard...maybe she’ll sign it for you if you ask nicely”, Roy continued to mock Jason, making kissy faces at him.

“Why don’t you shut your mouth before I shut it for you”, Jason scowled and turned his chair around pretending to look for some files in the cabinet behind him. Hoping Roy would get the hint and leave him alone.

“This must be like your dream job come true, pretty boy—better not screw it up”.

Jason sighed deeply and threw his head back in exasperation, “I need a new best friend”.

Roy gasped dramatically and held a hand over his heart, “What?! You love me and you know it!”.

“Whoever told you that was lying”.

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elbdot · 2 years

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Part 2/3 of What if Willow had caught Hunter reading his Grimwalker books right after the events of Labyrinth Runners?

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I love these two so much and I am so excited to upload that last part tomorrow and I am so not ready for the finale on Saturday adjfdfgfdjgkjfdjh See y'all for part 3 tomorrow!!!

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novaawayne · 8 months

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I love my fans but I love more || Izuku Midoriya

pairing: pro hero! Izuku Midoriya x fem assistant! reader

summary: Izuku loves his fans but he loves you even more even if you haven't realized it yet

warnings: NSFW. Riding. Soft dom! Izuku. Pet names (bunny). Assistant x boss. Bad grammar. One bed. Fluff. A little angst(? maybe. Izuku is the sweetest men in word <3

wc: +5.4K

a/n. english is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes.

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Izuku was always very nice to his fans. Being the number one hero, he had an image to maintain but it never bothered him. He always had time for a photo or an autograph when someone asked him for it.

However, it was complete chaos when Izuku had an event out of town and had to stay at a hotel. Social media was always following him everywhere and there were some pretty crazy fans following Izuku's every step and quickly finding out which hotel he would be staying at.

It was so that as soon as he got out of the car, he already had a crowd around him waiting to get a photo or an autograph from their favorite hero. It was even enough for them that Izuku looked at them for a couple of seconds.

He didn't need bodyguards, he was a hero, so he didn't really need anyone to protect him unless the event they were attending assigned some.

But this was where your work came in. You were Izuku's personal assistant and you had a pretty tight schedule to keep up with. You understood that it was important to maintain an image for Izuku, so you allowed him to stay for a few minutes but if people kept stopping him with every step he took, it was you who kindly intervened, mentioning that Izuku still had things to do and they could see him another time. Maybe at the event the next day, where he would even answer a few questions.

That particular night, it had been a heavy day and a rather long and tedious flight to your destination. So it was obvious that Izuku was exhausted and needed a good eight hours of sleep from him to stay fresh for the next day.

Unfortunately, when the car stopped in front of the hotel, they saw the crowd of Izuku's fans waiting for him. The green haired boy tried to show a huge smile but it was obvious that he was really exhausted.

The only "bad" thing about the intense fans was when they harassed the poor guy. Some girls would very blatantly come on to him or reach out to touch him in inappropriate parts. A few others gave her their panties or bras. Izuku always blushed at that but in the end he accepted it somehow.

You didn't really care that Izuku had a fun night with any girl he wanted, the problem was when those girls wanted to take advantage of it. They would upload indecent photos to their social media to get more followers or blackmail Izuku to get something in return. There were few girls who really enjoyed that night and left to continue with their lives.

You gave your boss a smile and he responded in kind. So you opened the door and went out first, Izuku came out right behind you and the crowd rushed at you.

You tried to keep everyone at a fair distance and it more or less worked. But there were really a lot of people around him. You looked at your watch, you would allow it to be there for five minutes and then you would drag it if necessary.

Also, Izuku was one of the people who found it difficult to say 'no' and that night was no exception. He was really tired but still he showed a huge smile as he signed some autographs and took photos with some other people.

You made sure that everything was kept in order. You looked at your watch again, ten minutes had passed and you decided that it was enough.

"Sorry guys. Izuku has to go now but tomorrow you can see him again" you raised your voice and everyone seemed to understand.

Izuku gave you a grateful look and they both went into the hotel, where the security guard didn't allow anyone who wasn't staying to enter.

The green haired man sighed tiredly.

“Go sit while I order the rooms”

"Okay, thanks"

The man dragged his feet into the waiting room and you went to the counter, where a man was looking at his computer.

"Hello" you greeted kindly.

The man took his eyes off the computer and gave you a friendly smile.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

"I have a reservation"

He looked back at the computer as he asked, “whose name is the reservation in?”

“L/N” you answered. You always said your name for Izuku's safety.

The man checked his computer.

"Oh yes" he smiled and looked at you again "a double room, is that correct?"

You frowned at him and pulled out your tablet.

"No, actually I made the reservation for two single rooms" you spoke while looking for your reservation record.

That man also looked a bit confused as he went back to check his computer.

"I'm sorry lady. Here I only have the record of a matrimonial room”

You found your record, where it actually said that you had booked two single rooms. You showed the man the tablet and he soon looked embarrassed.

"Is right. I'll call my manager to find out what happened."

"Yes, thanks"

The man left after giving you back your tablet. You started to hit the wood with your fingers and looked at Izuku who was falling asleep on the couch. Maybe you could give the room to Izuku and you would manage otherwise, besides you could just rent an extra room and the problem would be solved, but you were worried that that man seemed very concerned about that mistake. The most important thing to you was Izuku's safety and comfort.

The man from earlier returned to a smaller, chubby man with a large mustache.

"Hello Miss. My employee told me that there was an error with your reservation”

You nodded.

"Yes. But it doesn't matter, I just want one more room”

Both men looked at each other.

"I'm sorry, but due to the hero event starting tomorrow, we don't have any more rooms available," he explained.

You looked at him worried and a little annoyed. It was they who made the mistake not you.

"Not a room? It doesn't matter if it's the most expensive or the cheapest”.

The first man who answered you looked at his computer but quickly denied it.

"Very sorry. We can give you a fifty percent discount coupon for your next visit”

“I don't need a coupon” You didn't want to sound upset, but you were. You felt tired and Izuku had to go to sleep immediately. "I want a room. I wasn't the one who made the mistake."

“I understand and I really apologize. In addition to the coupon, your room service will be free”

Before you could answer, Izuku was already behind you.

"Everything is alright?" he asked you, he sounded a little sleepy.

"Not really. There was an error with the reservation and they will only give us one room instead of two”

"Oh..." was all he said but he cleared his throat "well... we can share"

You didn't want to upset him. Much less when Izuku had such an important event the next day. But it was already late and you were too tired to go looking for another hotel with available rooms. Which was very complicated due to the event.

"Good" you gave up.

You finished arranging the documents with the manager and he handed you the key card. You and Izuku headed for the elevator but before you could get in, a girl approached him. She looked very shy as she kept her gaze downcast and her cheeks were an intense red color. She was wearing a pastel pink skirt that was too short for her along with a white top.

Izuku gave you an all-okay look so you stayed a bit away while they talked. You didn't hear his words, but you did catch how your boss's neck turned red. You were already getting an idea of the conversation they were having and you felt a little uncomfortable.

It was obvious that Izuku might need to relax somehow and might want to sleep with a girl.

That girl gave him a gift bag, Izuku took it curiously but as soon as she saw its contents, even her ears turned red. They were probably panties. Those were the gifts they gave him most frequently.

You sighed tired. It was your cue to give them their space. You approached them carefully, getting their attention.

"Deku, sorry to interrupt" you cleared your throat and handed him the room access card. He took it without understanding why you were giving it to him “I just called the hotel that is two blocks from here and they have a free room. I'll go there and we can meet here first thing tomorrow morning in the lobby."

That girl got closer to Izuku, clinging to the man's shirt.

The green-haired man looks at you, trying to reflect on your words, but he wasn't able to say anything because the mysterious and pretty girl is already taking him to the elevator. You raise your hand in farewell as they leave.

You sigh tired and return to the lobby to take a seat on one of the sofas and take your laptop out of your small suitcase that you carried hanging from your shoulder to work for a while. You can't sleep there, but they won't kick you out if you're just working. Also, the guy behind the counter is still engrossed behind his computer and hasn't told you anything about not being there.

However, it's not like you could do much. Your work was complete because you never liked to leave anything to the last minute.

You stared at the screen, deciding to review for the millionth time the schedule of the next day's event. Maybe you can have a coffee along with a power drink in the morning and you will be as good as new. You would only have to take a bath and change your clothes but it is something that you would fix when the time comes.

You read the document but you had barely reached the second page when you heard the elevator doors open revealing a very tired Izuku.

They both looked at each other for a fraction of a second. Izuku hurried over and before you could react, the man had taken your laptop shut along with your suitcase and slung it over his shoulder.

"Come on, we have to rest" he said simply.

You had to run after him to the elevator without being quite sure what had happened. Once inside the metallic box, you looked at Izuku.

“Ummmm,” you stammered, “I…thought you might want some alone time with that girl.”

He looked at you with some curiosity.

"Why would you believe that?" He was genuinely curious.

You shrugged.

“It has been a stressful week, especially today. I thought…” your cheeks started to feel hot “that maybe… you would want… you know. Spend the night with someone” you muttered the last part.

You didn't dare look at him after saying that. It was a bit embarrassing. Furthermore, you had perfectly concealed your feelings towards the man. You had fallen in love with him a long time ago but you were only his assistant and he could be with beautiful models or whoever he wanted. Why would you be?

Izuku placed a hand on your head gently and shook your hair.

"Not really," he said at last. Still, you didn't dare to look at him “I just want to sleep and I'm sure you need rest too. You've done so much lately that I even feel a little guilty."

You quickly denied. He never bothered you about your work, in fact you were happy to do anything he asked of you.

"I'm fine" you assured and looked at him for the first time. Izuku noticed the decision in your eyes "I just want everything to be perfect for tomorrow and your well-being is more important to me"

The doors opened and Izuku placed a hand to stop them from closing as you walked out.

They walked down the hall and stopped in front of the door that had the number 37 on it. Izuku took out the access card and opened it. Once again, he let you go first. You immediately noticed the lights on and Izuku's suitcase on the floor.

It was quite a small room. Upon entering, there was a small corridor, to the right, in the middle of that corridor there was a door that took you to a bathroom with a shower. Further on, at the end of the small hallway, you found the double bed that took up most of the space. Opposite the bed was a chest of drawers and on the wall was a screen. In one corner was a small glass table along with two small chairs. On each side of the bed, there were two nightstands with a lamp on each. And that was it. There wasn't even much sleeping space on the floor.

Izuku carefully placed your suitcase on the floor and the laptop on the glass table.

"If you don't mind, I'll use the bathroom and then you can use it," he said.

"Oh sure. Take all the time you need".

You saw him look for something in his suitcase and then he went into the bathroom that they had passed. You sighed heavily when you heard the door close. At least the bed was big enough and they could put a barrier in the middle to avoid any awkward situation.

You took care of that before Izuku came out. You placed the pillows in the middle, leaving a little more room on your boss's side since he was bigger than you and he needed a little more space. You also pulled out an extra sheet that was stored in the dresser and reinforced the little barrier.

Proud of your work, you headed to your small suitcase to get out of your pajamas and wait for Izuku to come out.

The man came out almost immediately and was a bit puzzled to see the large divider on the bed.

“Is it okay to sleep on the left side?” You asked while looking at him.

You almost felt your heart jump out of your chest. You've seen your boss in every way there is. In his hero suit, in a suit, in his normal clothes, even in a bathing suit for some photo shoot. But this time... seeing him in his pajamas and in such an intimate situation... was strange. He wore a white shirt that fitted perfectly to his body like a second skin, making every one of his muscles stand out. His sweatpants hugged his hips perfectly even though they were dangerously low, leaving little to the imagination where a small bulge would show. He probably wasn't that little but you didn't want to think about it too much.

You stopped navigating your dirty thoughts when he spoke.

"Oh… sure" he mumbled and sat on the edge of the bed "but you used all the pillows and I really would love to have at least one under my head" it wasn't a complaint, in fact his tone was amused but for a second you had forgotten that little detail, more focused on establishing a division.

“Oh… you're right” you cleared your throat “take the pillows you want and you can keep the extra sheet as a divider. Now I'll take the bath."

You didn't wait for an answer and you ran away with all your things.

Your visit to the bathroom was quick. It was quite a nice and spacious bathroom but you didn't admire it too much. You washed your face and brushed your teeth before changing clothes. Fifteen minutes later, you had emerged from the bathroom in shorts and a rather skinny tank top. It was very hot even at night, so you wanted something light to sleep in but you never imagined that you would sleep in the same room as your boss.

Izuku had already settled on his side of the bed but he was leaning against the headboard looking at his cell phone. He turned to look at you when he heard you close the bathroom door and his cheeks began to turn a deep red as he watched you.

He chose not to say anything as he urgently looked at his cell phone but now his brain had a tattoo of you in tiny pajamas. And not only that. You would sleep next to him dressed like that.

You turned off the lights and settled on your side of the bed. The lights on the table lamps were still on.

"Good night" you muttered as you lay on your side, turning your back to Izuku.

"Good night," he murmured in the same way.

You turned off the lamp next to you and squeezed your eyes shut to try to sleep but you couldn't. A pain spread between your legs and although you squeezed your legs a bit, the image of Izuku did not disappear from your mind. The worst thing was that you had him on one side and you couldn't do anything to ease the pain.

You heard Izuku turn off his lamp and get comfortable on the bed. Maybe you could wait for him to fall asleep and ease that pain a bit.

The minutes passed and you heard your boss's soft breathing indicating that he had fallen asleep.

"Izuku?" You murmured in the dark and when you didn't get an answer you sighed with relief.

You settled on the bed and one of your hands traveled under your shirt to one of your nipples to caress it. Your other hand went to the inside of your panties where you felt all the accumulated moisture. You quickly began rubbing your clit while biting down hard on your lip to catch any kind of sound.

The mere thought of having Izuku on your side and the possibility of him getting you, turned you on even more. You rubbed harder on your clit and twisted your nipple for more stimulation.

Your whole body burned with pleasure. you were close you just needed a little more but you felt like it wasn't enough.

A moan escaped your lips and although you didn't notice it, the sound alerted Izuku. Who widened his eyes in concern but held his ground when he heard the wet sounds you were making.

His cheeks heated up and he felt his cock start to get hard. Your breaths were heavy and you could no longer control your moans. Izuku felt a bit guilty for hearing what you were doing… but it wasn't his fault that you decided to masturbate in the middle of the night.

His hand went inside his clothing and he began stroking the length of him as he imagined what you were doing. He could just flip over and remove that stupid barrier you'd tried to put up but now there was just a sheet that was probably going to be gone in the morning.

The pre-cum began to drip and he used it to lubricate all of his cock. He traced small circles with his thumb in the slit and he had to bite down hard on his cheek to keep from gasping when he heard you moan louder.

“Izu…” he heard you groan and stopped abruptly. Did you hear right? Or was it just a hallucination? Did you find out that he woke up? “Please…” you begged. Izuku got even harder if that was possible.

He wanted you. In all possible ways. You were his cute secretary that he has been in love with for some time now. He loves to masturbate while looking at a photo of the two of you together that was taken at an event two years ago, where you were wearing a suit similar to his but yours was a mini skirt, with a top that exposed your midsection and you were wearing some pretty bunny ears. Damn, I loved that photo. That day I just wanted to bend you over the interview table to fuck you in front of everyone and show them who you belonged to. But he held back.

He respected you and admired you for the hard work you did for him. But damn, how can you not fall in love with someone as perfect as you? At least, he saw you as the most perfect being that has walked the earth.

That night, when that pretty and shy girl approached him to ask if he wanted to spend the night together, he got a little confused when he saw you handing him the room card. He knew that you knew about his small encounters with his fans, because you were the one who always ended up fixing all the problems that arose later. But it had been a while since he stopped doing that, mainly because now he had you and he didn't want to betray you in any way, even though they weren't even together. His hand and your photos had been enough for some time but lately Izuku felt like he needed more.

And now, for reasons of the universe, the hotel where they were staying had only one double room that they would have to share. It could be better?

When that girl took him to the elevator, they stopped at a random floor and he explained that he wasn't interested in her. He even returned the pretty panties she had given him in a gift bag.

That girl seemed sad, even a little upset but she went back to her room with her friends. Izuku for his part, went to the room to leave his things and go looking for you. He knew there wouldn't be any rooms available and he knew you wouldn't risk going out so late at night, so he was relieved to see you at the front desk in front of your computer.

Returning to the present.

Izuku continued to pump his cock as he listened to you moan his name like it was some kind of mantra. He loved it. You were driving him crazy.

"Ugh" you complained. Your hand was not enough.

Izuku felt a bit bold and decided to speak ignoring the possibility that things between you two might not be the same again.

"Do you need a little help, bunny?" He asked.

You froze in place. Izuku had discovered you? You noticed that you had no longer held back your moans due to the intense pleasure that consumed you.

"Bunny?" He tried again.

fuck it You needed it.

"Yes, please" you murmured.

In a second, you felt the bed move a bit and Izuku was on top of you. His intense eyes looked at you with hunger willing to make you feel good.

You lifted your hands to his cheeks and raised your head to capture his lips. Izuku accepted it immediately.

You couldn't think about your actions, not when you desperately need to relieve your arousal. For a second, you even thought it was a dream.

It was a rough and needy kiss but Izuku tried to do it a little more gently to lengthen the moment. he didn't want to wake up the next day and have you think this was a one night stand. No. He wanted to make it clear to you that he loved you much more than that.

He put a hand under your waist and turned them so that you were sitting on his waist. You looked down at him for a moment while you controlled his breathing.

"You are so beautiful" Izuku spoke in a whisper "can I touch you?"

You nodded. It was all you needed.

Izuku made himself comfortable by sitting against the headboard and bringing his hands to your waist. His calloused fingers ran over your soft, warm skin very carefully. For one of the strongest and most powerful men in the world, it was surprising how soft he was.

Slowly he raised your little tank top until it was removed from your body. There was nothing below and for a moment he was mesmerized by the sight of you. You almost get embarrassed but he didn't give you enough time because Izuku grabbed your waist again with force and leaned forward to put one of your tits in his mouth. You gasped as your back arched and your hands went to his hair.

That felt so good. You needed more from Izuku. Much more.

He did the same on both sides, licking and sucking on your nipples as if he were a hungry man. When he finished, he began to leave a trail of kisses and marks from your chest to your neck, passing through your shoulders and up your beautiful face to end on your lips.

You moved your hips and finally realized how hard Izuku was. You didn't think much of it when you reached your hands to the hem of Izuku's shirt to lift it up. You broke away from him gasping and he helped you remove the garment.

It was your turn to admire it from your place. It was beautiful. Izuku blushed a little embarrassed, thinking that maybe you would find it unpleasant to see all the scars that adorned his body. But it was not the case.

You bit your lower lip gently and took your fingers to his chest to trace one of the scars. Izuku sighed at the action. Your fingers were soft and gentle and he liked that.

You leaned in as you took his cheeks and gently kissed his lips. Izuku put his hands on your hips and his kiss began to deepen more and more.

Both had the urge to feel each other's body more and more. They parted after a moment with ragged breaths. But you quickly leaned in to kiss Izuku's neck and he couldn't help but moan when you got to that sweet spot that was driving him crazy. You started to go lower and lower and when he realized what you were going to do, he stopped you while he panted. It took a lot of courage for him not to give in to his pleasure.

"Wait" he murmured "tonight... I wish you would ride me" his cheeks were bright red "I want to feel you squeeze me"

You agreed. You would do anything to make him feel good.

The rest of both of their clothes disappeared in a second and you placed yourself on top of Izuku's cock. You gently took it in your hand and rubbed it against your wet cunt. They both groaned. Izuku squeezed your hips hard, silently asking you to end his suffering.

"Please, bunny," he stammered, "please, I need you so bad."

Seeing him below you and also hearing him beg made you reach your limit. You placed a hand on his shoulder for balance and began to slowly lower yourself. They both gasped as they tried to get used to the sensation.

Izuku was breathing heavily, probably trying with all his might not to cum right then. Your soft walls were so warm and hugged him so tightly he was about to lose his mind. He leaned forward to suck on your nipple.

You still couldn't get used to the size of him. Izuku had a really big cock and he was stretching you in a way you didn't know was possible. There was pain and pleasure combined that made your eyes sting from the tears that trickled down your cheeks.

It wasn't long before you started moving your hips. Izuku pressed his fingers more on your skin but he didn't stop licking and sucking on your nipple.

"That's it bunny" Izuku spoke as he pulled away "you feel so good. You are so beautiful"

You couldn't think. The compliments were going through your head.

You brought a hand to your clit to rub it but Izuku removed your hand and they both looked into each other's eyes for a moment.

"Let me do it" he asked "let me make you feel good"

You couldn't talk. Izuku's cock inside you was making a complete fool of you. You just nodded.

Izuku stuck two fingers inside your mouth that you filled with drool and licked like it was a delicious candy. As Izuku pulled his fingers from him, he brought them to your already sensitive clit to rub.

Your mind went blank. You could only feel the pleasure that Izuku was granting you at that moment and that was it.

Izuku kept telling you how well you were doing as he began to set the pace himself. With his great strength, you were probably lighter than a feather. You were like a rag doll to him and you just wanted him to use you however he wanted.

"Izu..." you gasped "please... I want you to cum inside me"

The very thought made Izuku almost come on the spot but he tried to hold on a little longer.

"Are you sure?" he asked you.

"Yes, yes please. I need it so much"

The pounding of skin against skin echoed throughout the room along with their gasps and moans. They were both close but Izuku wasn't going to cum until you did.

"I'm going to…"

"Yes, bunny. Cum on my dick. You make a mess"

And that you did. A loud moan escaped your lips but Izuku didn't stop his thrusts and he didn't stop screaming at your clit, causing you to be overstimulated.

"Bunny" Izuku groaned "I'm close too. Please tell me that you really want me to cum inside you."

Your walls tightened around his cock.

"Please Izuku. I want your sperm inside me" you managed to say when you started to come down from your cloud "I want it to slip between my legs even tomorrow so that the whole world can see who I belong to"

Your words drove him completely crazy and the mere image of you, with his own semen dripping from your beautiful legs made him cum instantly.

They both breathed heavily. You flopped onto Izuku's chest as he caressed your back. They were both sweaty and sticky but that didn't matter right now.

"Come on bunny" Izuku spoke softly "let me clean up this mess a bit"

You nodded, but your eyes were closed and you had no strength to move. Izuku was warm and you didn't want to be separated from him.

He smiled when he realized it and continued leaving soft caresses on your back. In the end you woke up while letting out a deep sigh and fell on the bed.

Izuku stood up to put on his underwear and ran to the bathroom. He came back with a wet towel to clean you up a bit. Immediately he took a bottle of water that was on the glass table and asked you to drink a little.

It seemed like a dream and you never wanted it to end. Izuku helped you put on his shirt so you could cover yourself up a bit and then he arranged the covers over your body. Immediately he settled on his side of the bed and looked at the ceiling for a moment before speaking.

“Can I… can I snuggle with you?” He asked you. His cheeks felt hot with embarrassment.

You let out a laugh and it was you who approached him to lie on his chest. Izuku sighed in relief and hugged you, leaving a kiss on your forehead.

“Just so you know… I love my fans but I love you much more”

"I love you very much too, Izu"

He smiled. They were the only words he needed to hear.

I'm not really sure what this is but I'm practicing my smut writing a bit. I hope you liked it even a little <3

#bnha x reader #izuku fluff #mha izuku #izuku x reader #izuku smut #midoriya izuku #bnha izuku #midoriya smut #izuku midoriya #bnha midoriya #Deku #deku fluff #bnha deku #deku x reader #MHA #bnha

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marzipanthots · 6 months

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Extra extended moment of that scene 💕 from book two💕

———- !!!!READ THE REST BELOW!!!✨💕💕

Part 1/3

Part 2/3

Part 3/3

#captive prince #laurent de vere #damen x laurent #fan comic #laurent #book 2 #damen captive prince #damen of akielos

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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 2 months

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03/05/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Samba Schutte BTS; Extended Battle Jacket Scene; Alex Sherman and his Butt; Rhys Darby; UK Crew Billboard Meetup; Watch Party Reminders; Fan Spotlight/Podcasts; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika;

= Samba BTS Explosion =

Most of you have probably seen it by now, but Samba posted the longer version of the Battle Jacket scene that Ruibo mentioned yesterday in the WJW interview.

= Alex Sherman =

Samba also gave us some more BTS Videos, but tumblr won't let me upload more than one video at a time per post, so here they are on separate posts:

Alex Sherman BTS Part 1: Buttox Guy

Alex Sherman BTS Part 2: Buttox Guy and Arm Guy

BTS OFMD Extras

== Rhys Darby ==

Well with no context, my only thought is maybe Rhys is going to be playing Dungeons of Eternity next on his youtube channel! I guess we'll see.

== Taika Waititi Kudoboard!==

Several lovely crew-mates have been putting together a Kudosboard for our dear Taika Waititi!

Please add your kind words, well wishes, thanks, or other positive thoughts for Taika! We will share the link with him on Wednesday, March 13.

Please note that this board is moderated and inappropriate comments will be removed immediately.

https://ofmdlove.kudoboard.com/boards/Mi5DxyBL#view

== UK Crew ==

The UK Billboard has been scheduled for 11 Mar!

Tumblr / Instagram / Twitter

== Watch Party Reminders ==

= A League Of Their Own =

Tomorrow the 6th is ALOTO Episodes 4-5, and then OFMD 4-5 Time: 1-4PM EST/6-9PM GMT Where: You can watch ALOTO on Amazon Prime

Watch Party Hashtags:

OurFlagMeansBaseball,

SaveOFMD

SaveALOTO to join the event!

= Mar 4 - Mar 8: Wrecked Season 1 =

Don't have access? DM @iamadequate1 on Twitter or Tumblr

Season 1 watch from March 4th to March 8th.

Season 2 watch from March 11th to March 15th.

Season 3 watch from March 18th to March 22nd.

Times will be 10pm GMT / 5pm EST / 4pm CST / 2pm PST. Watch two episodes per day. Episodes are 21-22 minutes each. Use the following Saturday for the tags/watch if interested but not able to make this time.

Hashtags:

#WreckedPirates

#SaveOFMD

#RhysDarbyFaction

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Never Left Podcast =

Never Left Artwork by Amy Gleason

Episode 007 Beautiful Princess Disorder (Part 1)

Our lovely crew-mates over at the Never Left Podcast are delving into BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder or Beautiful Princess Disorder) and how it relates to Edward Teach. Very interesting and kind discussion of BPD and it's coming in multiple parts. I'm so happy that we have a safe-space-ship to discuss this.

Never Left Podcast Linktr.ee

= Cast Cards =

Today's new Trading Card is Will Arnett! Thank you @melvisik for giving us more and more to collect!

== WB is removing stuff from Etsy ==

FYI to all you sellers out there on Etsy. Thanks @ofmdfanpage for this info.

== Love Notes ==

Hey Lovelies. It's that time again to take a moment for yourself, and do a quick self-care check.

First: Have you had any water lately? Anything to eat?

Whatever you're doing, take a minute to get yourself a glass of water, maybe a small snack, the rest will be there when you get back. I know it feels like you absolutely CANNOT stop what you're doing, or you won't get back to it, but I promise you, unless what you're doing is literally life-saving (like open-heart surgery) or you're in the middle of driving a bus full of people, it can wait a couple minutes.

I know you're strong enough to push through and keep going, but you deserve a break. You deserve a minute or two to yourself.

Second: Time to take a deep breath.

Remember to hold it just for a second or two and take your time breathing it out.

In through the nose, out through the mouth.

Great job :)

Today I was reminded of a short meditation poem by Thich Nhat Hanh on breathing that used to help me get through rough days and I wanted to share it with you-- with each line, breathe in and out slowly. Here's more on it if you're interested: Meditation Poem

In, Out Deep, Slow Calm, Ease Smile, Release Present Moment, Wonderful Moment

Right now, you're the wonderful, present being. You're alive, you're breathing, and you're kicking ass. It's fucking tough out there sometimes, and it's okay to struggle, just don't ever forget how incredibly unique and wonderful you are.

Infinite numbers of events, random meetings, and stars colliding led up to the imperfect, glorious you, and you're still here, shining with us (whether dim or bright tonight).

Love you crew. Whatever challenges you're facing, know we're here for you. Reach out if you need us <3

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

Tonight's theme is THAT STASH.

Taika Src: @skux-life Rhys Srs: @fandomsmeantheworldtome

#daily ofmd recap #daily ofmd recaps #ofmd daily recap #ofmd daily recaps #ofmd #our flag means death #rhys darby #samba schutte #alex sherman #taika waititi #kudoboard #save ofmd crew #uk crew #podcasts #safe space ship

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tyuninthemirror · 1 year

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ꕥ– TOMORROW X TOGETHER - 5 seconds of summer songfic series

disclaimer 1: this whole series is still in its planning stages, but titles listed down below means i have a plot outline ready to draft. :') by default, i'm writing reader as afab in mind!

disclaimer 2: i don't write smut but there may be suggestive scenes,. i will include the proper disclaimers when i upload each story.

∘₊✧───✧₊∘ CHOI YEONJUN

bad omens - idol!yeonjun x idol fem!reader; angst; 569 words he was everything to you, but you knew you were nothing to him. (2024 edited)

best years - bf!yeonjun x reader (coming soon) you were yeonjun's biggest fan, he was the apple of your eye. your friends? not so much.

better man - college!yeonjun x fem!reader; slight fluff & angst; 4702 words everything yeonjun ever thought was good suddenly meant nothing because he found something better.

blender - idol!yeonjun x idol fem!reader; angst; 1702 words part 2 to bad omens.

lie to me - idol!yeonjun x idol fem!reader; angst; 1997 words part 3 to bad omens.

∘₊✧───✧₊∘ CHOI SOOBIN

amnesia - idol!soobin x trainee!fem!reader; angst; 1670 words after your break up, will soobin ever get over you? (2024 edited)

heartbreak girl - non-idol!soobin x fem!reader (coming soon) soobin was stuck in the friendzone again and again.

waste the night - idol!soobin x idol!reader; fluff; 2550 words the five times soobin wasted your night trying to confess to you and the one time he finally did.

heartache on the big screen - non-idol!soobin x fem!reader; angst; 2159 words you end up marrying choi soobin on the tv show 'married at first sight', but it ended up being a nightmare you could never wake up from. (new!)

∘₊✧───✧₊∘ CHOI BEOMGYU

beside you - idol bf!beomgyu x fem!reader; slight angst; 2031 words being on tour, all beomgyu wanted was to be beside you. he did all he could to make time pass, but did he ever consider how you felt? (2024 edited)

everything i didnt say - bf!beomgyu x reader (coming soon) love isn't just about receiving, you have to give just as much, and beomgyu learned it the hard way.

monster among men - childhood friend!beomgyu x fem!reader; fluff, 1631 words beomgyu's biggest regret in life was how he treated you in high school. can he redeem himself?

∘₊✧───✧₊∘ KANG TAEHYUN

caramel - husband!taehyun x reader; angst; 1331 words you had the fairytale ending. you married your college sweetheart and you were about to have a baby. where did it all go wrong?

she looks so perfect - idol!taehyun x model!reader; fluff; 1065 words taehyun wasn't biased or anything, but you were the kindest and most beautiful person he has ever met. your insecurities were spiraling out of control and he knew he had to put an end to it.

valentine - rival!taehyun x fem!reader; fluff; 3166 words all taehyun wanted was for you to give him a chance.

∘₊✧───✧₊∘ HUENING KAI

end up here - college!huening kai x fem!reader; fluff; 3219 words hyuka remembered watching you from across the room, the next thing he knew he was in your room.

talk fast - hueningkai x fem!reader; fluff; 954 words you were huening kai's first love, he's hoping to be your last.

∘₊✧───✧₊∘ TOMORROW X TOGETHER'S 6TH MEMBER after the success of dynamite, bang si hyuk thought it'd be a good idea to add... a more feminine touch to txt (all stories here are mostly platonic.)

GIRLS TALK BOYS - txt x fem!reader the boys find ways to find out what you say about them to your friends.

ME, MYSELF AND I - txt x fem!reader the boys show you that you may have started alone, but you're not anymore.

#txt x reader #txt fanfic #txt x you #txt imagines #txt scenarios #yeonjun x reader #soobin x reader #beomgyu x reader #taehyun x reader #hueningkai x reader #txt fluff #txt angst #yeonjun fluff #soobin fluff #beomgyu fluff #taehyun fluff #hueningkai fluff

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hallo2838 · 1 month

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Waiting room pt.1

Notes: thankyou for showing love on my writings. I think i will write a part.3 for the hotel experience about the punishment but i don’t have any good ideas yet and i still feel that im not really good at writing. However there is just such a lack in deukae smut and especially siyeon smut so i just continue writing my horny thoughts. Highly not proofread so it may lacks quality and grammer.

Ps. If someone has the video of this picture please send me it its from their fansign, it just radiates so much fuckboy energy

Comeback weeks are the best and the worst for you. Siyeon was busier and stressed than ever so there was hardly time that you could spend together. However due the amount of stress siyeon needs a good fucktoy to relieve her stress. So during the comeback times you would always get pounded and used harder than you could ever imagine. Also being shared among the members was a common thing because they needed to relieve there stress too. The other girls already see a lot of nudes and videos being sended in the groupchat since siyeon likes to show off and sometimes they also want a taste themselves.

One time she was watching while jiu, who was sitting next to her, was being filmed for the deukae note. However a video of siyeon pounding you from behind was played by siyeon. So in that filmed part of jiu you could hear definitely all the moans, grunts and the ass clapping. But the editor didn’t noticed so that part was uploaded on the internet. Only a day later they were aware of it but the video was already been seen by everyone. But siyeon didnt really mind because everyone praised her for her bick dick energy which made her already high ego go through the roof.

Most of the times you were just living your own life during the filming of the music shows but tomorrow you had a day off and siyeon knew because you have a shared calender. So siyeon had a good idea, she sended a picture of her in the mirror with her strap on. One hand stroking and her facial expression like a fuck boy. Tongue pressing against her cheek. She sended the nude with the text:

“I know you want my cock in your dirty cunt because you’re nothing that a cum slut for me. What if you take it in the waiting tomorrow. I know you would like it you fucking whore”

#dreamcatcher smut #dreamcatcher smut headcanons #dreamcatcher x reader smut #kpop smut #siyeon smut #siyeon x reader #siyeon imagines #gg smut #girl group smut #dreamcatcher scenarios #siyeon x fem reader #dreamcatcher x reader #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatch

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whydontyousaeso · 3 months

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“Tattooed in your brain” part 3!

Damian preist x fem Reader!

Type- fluff(semi smut at the end)

Warnings- it gets suggestive/steamy at the end, so be careful with that ;)

A/n- it’s been a hot second since I posted, but I’m back now! Just a little warning that the next part is most likely gonna be extreme smut, so I’ll get that out as soon as I can! Also tomorrow I’ll be uploading a master list so you can find everything in one spot! Love you guys!

You woke up and stretched out, feeling every muscle in your body loosen up.

“Good morning sleepy head”

You open your eyes slightly to see Damian looking at you. You rubbed your eyes and sat up, stretching more.

“Good morning”

You grabbed your phone and looked at the time, it was a little after nine.

“So, you got any plans today?”

“Not really, why?”

You look over to him and held eye contact for a second. It was clear that he just woke up, but damn he looked good.

“You gonna let me take you on a date?”

You bit your lip, there was clearly tension between the two of you, it was almost too extreme.

“I guess, where are we going?”

He smiled and fixed his long hair.

“I know a couple of hidden gems, what you in the mood for?”

“I haven’t had Italian or Japanese food in a while to be honest, got any places for that?”

“You bet, pick you up at 6?”

“That works”

He looked you up and down, making your face turn redder then before.

This was a little awkward, you weren’t really sure what to say after that.

Luckily Rhea has a insane sense of timing

“What’s up you two?”

You turned towards her and smiled.

“Not much, hey can you drive me back home in a few?”

“Yeah of course, let me know when you’re ready and I’ll get you home”

God bless Rhea.

You got home around noon, which gave you six hours to prepare.

You were nervous as all get out, this was the first time someone had asked you on a date so quickly, it was almost scary.

Damian seemed like a good man though, he was respectful and was chill with everything.

You would see how this date went, then after that you would see how it went.

You went and took a very long shower, doing all the works. Shaving your legs for the dress, exfoliating, hair care, everything.

As you were drying your hair you got a text from Rhea.

‘You’re going on a date with Damian?’

You sighed.

‘Yeah, he asked me this morning’

You watched the little text bubble appear, then disappear.

You just decided to ignore it and finish your hair.

You stood in front of your mirror, debating with two dresses.

One of them was a black off the shoulder dress that fit your form perfectly.

The other one was close to the same, but it was a more colorful dress and was flowy at the bottom.

You decided with the black dress, grabbing a black fur coat and a pair of silver heels. You grabbed some of your other jewelry and decorated yourself with it, feeling all dressed up and pretty.

You heard your phone go off and grabbed it, seeing the text from Damian.

‘On my way cariño, see you in a few’

You felt your face heat up again, surprised from the nickname he had called you.

You were surprised that your makeup wasn’t melting off your face.

You knew that since he was picking you up he would be there in a short amount of time, so you decided to walk outside and wait for him.

You didn’t know he was going to pick you up in a very expensive looking black sports car, you were actually very surprised.

“There you are, I was wondering if you were gonna wait outside or not.”

he walked up and took your arm, helping you get in the car.

“I didn’t expect you to show up with this either, it’s a pleasant surprise.”

He chuckled and closed your door, making his way over to the drivers seat and getting in.

“You look stunning by the way, the dress really fits you.”

You looked over his outfit, he was wearing white ripped jeans and what looked like a very nice Hawaiian shirt.

It was almost like he tried to match you while you tried to match him.

It was funny.

“Thank you, you look pretty good yourself, didn’t know you had colorful clothes.”

He just laughed,

“Only for you Querida”

Your face heated up again, it was extremely clear that him speaking Spanish to you was a heart stopper.

You looked over and saw him smirking.

He knew it too.

He wasn’t lying when he said he knew a hidden gem or two, the place he took you to looked worn down and honestly pretty dirty from the outside.

But to say that their food was outstanding was an understatement.

“So have you lived here your whole life?”

“Nah, I moved here when I was 18”

“That’s still a long time though.”

“Yeah, how is your back tattoo healing up by the way?”

“Its good, I actually really like it, I might expand it soon cause it wasn’t that painful.”

He nodded and looked at your bare shoulder.

“You should let me tattoo you one day, I have a good idea for you.”

“Oh really?”

You bit your lip, watching him scale every part of you.

“Yeah, it would look nice on your collarbone, right here.”

He reached out and ran his hand along your warm skin, trying not to think about it too much.

“Yeah… let me see how quickly I can get you in my books, if you’re okay with that of course.”

He pulled his hand back and you nodded, your shoulder already missing his touch.

“Yeah, that’s fine with me”

The rest of the date was filled with comfortable conversation, just getting to know eachother more.

You were right about him, he was a genuinely funny dude who was laid back.

As you walked the streets with him he had his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close against his broad chest.

It felt so much better when intentional.

“So, you want to go anywhere else?”

“I mean not really, unless you have somewhere?”

“Nope, I’m taking you home?”

You nodded, feeling an aching sensation in your body. You should’ve made him take you somewhere.

Just like before he helped you in the car before helping himself.

The only thing that was different was that this time he reached out and put his hand on your thigh, watching your reaction to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable.

Once again you were surprised your makeup didn’t melt off.

The ride was short though.

Way too short.

You stood in front of your apartment complex, facing him.

“I’ll text you later?”

It was either now or never, someone had to make the move and it was going to be you.

You grabbed his shirt and pulled him down, kissing him softly on the lips. He responded very quickly, placing one hand on the small of your back and the other your waist.

His mouth melted into yours, using his tongue to explore every inch of your mouth.

You didn’t mean to moan, but the way he held onto you and took complete dominance over the situation caused you to.

When you did he pulled back, eyes searching all over your face.

“Stay instead?”

“Cariño, if I stay I might disturb your roommates, grab some clothes and I can take you over to mine, that way we aren’t being questioned or harassed while we have our time.”

You just nodded, not even being able to speak to the taller man.

You never ran and grabbed clothes so fast in your life.

#wwe #wwe raw #fanfic #damian priest #wwe damian priest #the judgement day

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serendihoope · 4 months

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Dirty Fantasy|JJK Twoshot

★Summary:You secretly loves your brother's bestfriend who is perfect in all aspects but what if he caught you that you fantasize about him and made a smut journal about him?what will happen afterthat?Will he expose you to the world or will except you as you are?

★Warning:Angst,Fluff,Age gap(5 yrs),smut(not so detailing but yeah will feed your horny ass),Spanking,cursing,oc have wild imagination lol,heartbroken story

★Word count:1.6K

★A/N:Hii pepsss, Sry for the inconvenience.. I was sick last week and Couldn't able to write the oneshot i have promised to publish.Here is the oneshot and give your precious love to this..(I wont tolerate any kind of hate cmnts or annoying childish things).I will upload the next part but if it gets 20+ likes..please show your love:)

"Bro,the way you goaled the football in goalpost is fucking majestic"." I know Hanjoon".Jungkook smirked."Your photography and video shooting skill is also incredible hanjoon"."I know right.Afterall whose bestfriend I am".

They started to laugh and here my legs are hurting by sitting like this.Well,if its about my crush then i can stare at him in any situation. Wait waittt Hanjoon is coming.I have to go but unfortunately my leg get tripped into the coffe table.

"Ouchhh!,aishhhhh why it need to be done with me!!"

"Y/N why are sitting in the corridor like in a awkward situation?" "I am not sitting in the corridor Hanjoon!I get tripped into the Coffe table. Dont ask questions and help me to get up you asshole". " I am not gonna help you potato.Get up on your own." Hanjoon rolled his eyes. "Whats going on Hanjoon?" As Jungkook said this to Hanjoon then our eyes met.That deep brown doe eyes, I would love to get drown into it."Hey,Y/N are you okay".You snapped back into the reality and hesitantly said"I-I am fine Jungkook".You tried to get up but your legs get slipped again and this time fortunately Jungkook's veiny muscle hand securely catched your waist."Cool down sweetheart." Your heart get fluttered by this mere nickname. "You guys done huh?Jungkook lets go living room.Mom is making delicious cakes.Do you want to join us Y/N or you are gonna study in your room nerdy". Y/N angrily pushed her glasses to the lower bridge of her nose," No.You can eat all of those cakes,You asshole".and you hurried to your bedroom.

His veiny muscular hands i can still feel it on my waist,the way he had hold me in his embracee.OH NO I WILL DIE OUT OF DELICACY!!! His that three words and that doe eyes.Ethereal.How his eyes will look towards me when he will fuck me the shit out of me,how his mouth will work on my lips,necks and my cunt...

As i was deep in my thought and suddenly a message popped in my phone screen.Who is gonna message me.I take my phone and see the notification and my heartbeat increased.Jungkook messaged me!?

Jungkook:

Do you get hurt in the legs?]

Do you have take medicine?]

Are you sleeping sweetie?]

Me:

Umm.. I am fine jungkook.it just get a little sprinting. You dont have to worry^.^

I was preparing the bed to go to sleep.]

Jungkook:

What if i say that i would love to worry about you sweetie?:)]

Me:

Arghhhhh!Dont make me flustered Jungkookkkk!!!]

Jungkook:

You can be flustered huh?:>]

You seem really talkative in chat then why dont you talk in real life?]

Me:

Its just that no one talks with me,approches to me.I get used to this things so if anyone talk with me..my reaction is like-oh wow someone is trying to talk with me then why i will be shut my mouth but i cant really talk in real life..hehe.. I am trying:)

Anyways change the topic.. ]

Jungkook:

Umm okk..then lets meet tomorrow after college at college gym..ok?]

Me:

Umm whyy??you can tell now.]

Jungkook :

No whyss.I will tell tomorrow. Now sleep.Goodnight sweetheart :3]

Me:

Um..goodnight Jungkook.. Sleep tight:>]

College Gym-

Jungkook was practicing football and then i entered the gym.Jungkook noticed me and said,"Glad,you came.I thought you will ditch me." "Nah,actually Mr.choi have called to me.thats why i came here a bit late.Sorry for that." "Ok ok..so i called you for a reason.that is, you are participating in the dance competition right?" "Um..yes..everyone is participating and its also a part of cultural assignment. But why are you asking?" "Do you have select who will you dance with?As far as i know for this competition you have to pair with your senior,right?" Y/N nodded. "So i was thinking that what about we both pair up?" "Are you pitying upon me?cause no one is pairing with me?" Y/N sadly chuckled."So you are rejcting me Han Y/N?" Y/N gulped,how could she reject her crush?who is willingly want to pair with you?Come one Y/N dont listen your foolish guts.Her guts are saying to reject his proposal cause simply he is pitying her cause no one want to dance with such a not so pretty nerd and also she hate when people pity over her but is Jungkook really pitying Over her or trying to be friends with her,helping her,communicate with her?So many questions are lingering in her head but suddenly Jungkook said,"So,I will take this silence as a yes."

Y/N gulped the heavy lump in her thorat you titled her head as a yes.

"So lets start it.our song will be You and Me and our dance will be like that mv but we wilk give our own chemistry,own spice okay?"

Yn nodded her head and started to think that the last part of the dance would be like as the mv..oh myyy..me and Jungkook will dance this much close? "Y/N what are you thinking?" Y/N titled her head as a no.

"Yeah,like that.we have to do this so smoothly that people will get crazy and judges will be shocked.You dont have to stiff your hand.Be relax Y/N.Move your waist sidewards to match with me.Understand?"

I nodded to his word and said "Thanks for pairing with me". Jungkook smiled and his bunny teeth get showed.

Awww,hisss smileeee.

It was my dream that i will listen my favourite song with my crush,Jungkook.

" Your music taste is amazing,I love how artistry your music taste is!".I cheekily smiled and thanked him.Suddenly, in front of me a kid was trying to cross the road but there a motorcycle is coming towards her with full speed.OH MY! I have to save her.I abandoned Jungkook and quickly run towards her and throw my arms around her body and I take her away from the road.We both fall down on the footpath."Y/N!are you okay?" "I am okay Jungkook, binnie are you okay?Are you hurt somewhere?Its risky to cross the road like this.Where are your mom binnie?" "I am okay unnie.I am sorry.Actually, I have came to the shop to buy chocolate but ended u-

" Ok, ok you dont have to explain me.I will reach you to your mom.Your mom is worrying about you right"

The child nodded and they reached her to her mother.

"You are really kind Y/N". Y/N blushed and thanked him.Jungkook notice a cut in her hand, " Wait,there is a cut in your hand.It need to be cleaned nir it will get infected.I have spare bandages. Lets sit in that bench." As Jungkook is cleaning her hand,Y/N admiringly looked at him and thought how caring he is."Ah,finished." "Thank you Jungkook." Jungkook squished her cheeks and said,"You dont have to thank me sweetheart and you know what your cheeks are reallyy squishyyy,awwwww." Jungkook cooed at her and Y/N giggled.

Its normal that Jungkook is angry because for the first time he got defeated by his enemies in football.He is trying to calm his angerness in front of me but i am unintentionally fuelling his anger by doing wrong dance steps.

" Its not like this Y/N,dont you practice by own after our practice?" "I do but -

" Oh,here you are Y/N.I was searching you in the whole campus.Mr.choi wants to meet you." Irene said."Right now?" Irene nodded.You looked at Jungkook who also gives you permission to go.As you are going suddenly Jungkook called you from behind,"Y/N!Where is the props?" "Its in my bag,I also brought your one." Jungkook nodded and went again to the GYM.

"Ahhh,he can tell me this later.It was about the upcoming olym-

"WHAT IS THIS Y/N!?" Jungkook angrily shouted.The sudden shout made Y/N flinched and what made her eyes go wide was Jungkook is holding your journal book that is your secret smut journal Where you wrote your erotic,emotional thought about Jungkook."I-I, Jungkook-

"What Jungkook Y/N!what the actual fuck you wrote about mee.Shame on you!You are also one of those girls who are dick suckers right?" Y/N is bawling her eyes out and denying his every word."You want me to kiss you hard and teach you a lesson right than here your lesson-

In a swift of a moment he smashed his lips over her,kissing her messily but there are no love,no softness,no caring Only Rage. He is kissing her hard thats why she felt her own blood in her lips. Afterwards,he finally break the kiss and look at her with disgust.He hold her hand and take her to the mirror.Her back is tightly glued to his build up chest and her hand is tightly tugged behind her back,which make her hiss.She cant utter a single word because of his actions,she is totally shocked."I bet you are a virgin right and you want to lose your virginity to me that you can say it to other people that you lose your virginity to me. Nah?If you really want to lose your virginity go to the sex club and lose your virginity to those hungry men who are waiting for you.I dont fuck virgin pussy.Got it?".Thats way he left you in devastated state.

A week have passed but his words are still glued in your head.You two didnt approached each other nor do the dance practice together.It still feels like he is not sorry about his harsh words.

You have made a big decision that you will lose your virginity and it will be in sex club.

You are standing in front of the biggest sex club that is located behind a sea beach, there is many cars in parking slot like Lamborghini, Mercedes.

#bts jungkook #bts angst #bts ff #bts #bts imagines #bts jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook #viral #follow #serendipity

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What if Willow had caught Hunter reading his Grimwalker books right after the events of Labyrinth Runners? Part 1/3

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A scenario I dESPERATELY needed to illustrate right after Labyrinth Runners came out, unfortunately it took me a solid 2 weeks to get it done due to other work, but at last, here it is! :D Second part will be uploaded tomorrow! A huge thank you to my p@treons for supporting the making of this comic! ;w; You guys ROCK!!

#the owl house #toh #huntlow #toh hunter #the owl house hunter #toh winter #the owl house comic #toh fanart #my art #elbdot art #elbdot

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Crossfire ---✈︎ 2

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x F!Reader | 1 | 3 | 4 | 5 |

Word Count: 5,618

Summary: After a rowdy night of drinks and some beachside conversation, you find yourself growing closer to your new squadron, one member and one night drive at a time.

Content Warning: This is a successor to the first part, please read that first! || This story will have TopGun: Maverick plot line elements to it and will possibly spoil the movie for you. Please be aware. This - and all of my stories - is 18+. By continuing to read you agree that you are 18 or older and that any content you come across is by your own decision. || tw: death mention, major character death, spoilers for TG: Maverick

Author Note: I am not hopelessly cruel, really, so I am going to be pretty quick with these uploads, so long as I get the last section done that - admittedly - still isn’t written. I love, love, love hearing your feedback so please do not hesitate to comment, reblog, flood my askbox, I wanna know your thoughts!!

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By the time you’re ready to go, most of the bar’s patrons had funneled out, including most of your squadron. Payback still sat on the other end of the bar, talking to a girl you didn’t recognize. You’d spent most of your time catching up with Penny, talking and ordering drink after drink. With abundant laughter rolling through you, the woman sighs looking at her watch. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, Shiner, but it’s past 2. Bar’s closed for the night.”

With a drunken gasp you sit up. “You didn’t do last call!” You try, but a voice from behind you speaks up.

“Oh, she certainly did. You ordered three more Cojitos. I drank two of them.” Rooster is pulling his shirt back on over his white vest, snickering at your state.

“That’s rude. You pay for ‘em? Otherwise, you owe me two drinks.” You frown, causing Penny to jump in.

“He paid for them. Now, you don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.” She offers kindly and you sigh, pulling your wallet out and tossing a tip on the bar. Penny picks it up with a face, shaking her head. “I’m not taking this.”

“Yes you are.” You try to argue.

“Nope. I can’t.” She puts the fifty back on the bar and you pick it back up.

“I’ll put it in your mailbox the next time I’m out your way and then you risk Amelia getting it.” You hold it up one more time and the woman sighs, taking it with a smile.

“G’night Lieutenant.” She hums, and you give her a mild salute before heading to the backdoor. You were more than content walking the beach for the rest of the night - you were off tomorrow, luckily. Part of you wondered if Maverick just wanted an excuse to have a three day weekend, but none of you were complaining.

As you’re walking the shoreline, you can feel the cool chill of summer air hit you, making you wrap your arms around yourself carefully. Paired with the cool water that laps over your toes every now and then, you find peace here. Looking up the beach, you can see the stars light up the mountains that surround the area, making you smile.

This was still one of your favorite places, even after all this time. You’re not sure what it would take to change that - if anything. Your last name breaks through the air from behind, leaving you to turn towards the sound. When you do, you spot Rooster, jogging up behind you. Finally, he catches up to you, shoes in his hand as he matches your pace. “You gonna walk all the way back to the base or…?” You can still smell the rum off his lips, and you’re sure that you are in the same predicament.

The free feeling that consumes you is rightly from the amount of alcohol running through you. You can’t help it, Cojitos don’t taste anything like alcohol, and you knew that going into the night. “Maybe. It would just be another workout you happen to interrupt.” You taunt him, spotting the grin on his features. It doesn’t initially hit you, but you eventually realize what was happening. What had once been out-right insults had morphed into teasing. Friendly or otherwise… you’re not sure.

“Well, I don’t want to stop you, but… “ He slows to a stop, causing you to do the same, looking at him as he extends his arm, shoes in hand with a pointed finger. “Base is that way.” Both of you begin to crack up, shaking your heads at your inability to navigate.

“I guess you prevented me from making a very, very long trip home then.” You hum as both of you head back to the Hard Deck.

“I guess I have. Especially if you let me give you a ride back. I’d hate to explain to Maverick where you drunkenly wobbled off to.” He digs an elbow into your arm, letting you giggle. You’re looking back at him, seeing his gaze on you, matched with a warm smile.

“I’d be stupid not to take you up on that, wouldn’t I?” You ask, leaving him to shrug.

“You said it, not me.” Chuckling, he’s happily leading the way back.

When you do make it to the parking lot, you see his classic baby blue Bronco is the only vehicle in the lot. It’s a gorgeous car, which you stop to take a minute to appreciate. Fingers glide along the trim of the door, looking at it more deliberately as Rooster reaches into the trunk, grabbing a towel. “I’ve always loved classic cars. They make the day to day of life stand out.” He’s coming around the back of the trunk, opening your car door.

“Call it a hobby.” He shrugs, handing you the towel to brush the sand off your feet. You’re using the door to keep your balance, leaning against it as you half-ass your efforts to clean off your feet. Soon after, you’re losing your balance, falling forward, Rooster quickly reaching out his arms to catch you, which he does. You’re in a fit of laughter as he tightens his grip on you in an effort to stand you back up. Once standing, he’s holding onto your shoulders, looking you in the eye. You witness the laughter coming from him as well as he looks to the ground. “You alright?” Chuckling alongside you, he looks back up at you as you let one of your hands take his that’s resting on your shoulder.

“I’m fine,” You giggle, using his support on your shoulders to finish the task before climbing in the car. Soon enough, he’s doing the same, climbing in and starting it with ease.

As you drive along the roads, the cold air finally starts to get to you. You’re about to roll up the window when he stops you. “Ugh, that window crank doesn’t.. Work.” He attempts to dissuade you, causing you to glance at him.

“Some hobby you’ve got, Rooster.” You taunt, seeing his smirk.

“Alright smartass, and here I was about to offer up the blanket in the backseat.” He waves you off when you pout.

“No, no, I’m sorry. Please?” You’re trying to fight the smile on your face, but you’re quickly failing as you move to another fit of giggles.

“Nope, guess you’ve gotta suffer.” He retorts, driving along with a calm ease to him. You’re looking around and finally notice you’re on a different route to base than you were anticipating.

“Hey, where we going?” You ask, watching as he takes a turn.

“Taking the long way. It’s a nice night out.” He shrugs. “I mean, I can head back if you need to get home-”

“I was just curious. It’s not like we’ve got work tomorrow.” You remind him, leaving him to grin. He’s fiddling with the radio soon after, hearing the intro to one of countless Elvis songs. You weren’t too familiar with his less popular tracks, which this one turned out to be. But, unsurprisingly, he knew each of the words by heart. He’s turning up the volume, singing along as he’s driving. Each time he sings a line, he’s theatrically adding facial expressions and hand gestures in tandem, cracking you up as you move around the roads of California, cool air rolling over both of you, wind in your hair. There’s still moisture thickening the air, carrying the smell of the ocean with it, bringing it with you, no matter where you were headed. Rooster turns into another parking lot, still happily singing along to a song about poor Elvis being unable to reach his sweetheart because she kept sending his letters back. ”Alright, if this is your attempt to kill me, you could’ve just poisoned me with alcohol and left me on the beach.” You comment, seeing him shake his head as he climbs out of the vehicle.

“I’m not in the mood to be dishonorably discharged from the Navy, Moon.” He’s quick with a response, the back of the truck vibrating. Curiosity gets the best of you and you’re climbing out. By now, you’ve started to sober up, watching his actions. Rooster climbs up into the bed of the truck, turning and looking down at you. Soon after, he’s sticking out a hand, expectantly waiting for you to take it to climb up with him. So you do, climbing up and balancing yourself. He then hands you a blanket, which you happily wrap yourself up in as he settles in a comfortable spot against the back windscreen. You mimic his spot, looking around.

“What are we doing-” Soon, your chin is being directed upward with a gentle grip between his thumb and forefinger. When you find the sightline he’s after, you hum with surprise.

“My dad brought my mom and I out here right before he died. They were having a firework show and he set up a cushy spot in the truck bed and let us sit and watch. Not a soul was in the lot with us. When the fireworks finished, he had a box of sparklers for me to play with while he and my mom caught up. We had to leave not even two days later.” The two of you sit with your heads tilted up towards the sky, looking at the stars, finding constellations. “On days like today, when I feel like it gets a bit too much… I try to get back there. Back when it was the three of us.” He shifts in his spot, leaving you to look at him. It’s very faint, but along the specks of gold in the melting pot of brown and green that were his eyes, you got the reflection of the stars. There’s immense beauty in them - the stars and his eyes.

The quiet has tucked the two of you away by now, with you still watching his eyes, Rooster watching the sky. “Thank you.” Finally he turns back to you again when you speak. “For a piece of quiet. I think… we both needed this.” You glance back up to the sky again.

You’re in that lot for nearly an hour before you get back into the cab of the truck and head to base. Finally, you’re past the gates again, parking and starting to climb out. You’re not wanting to leave the warmth of the blanket, but you drop it back into the truck bed anyways. You’re starting towards the sidewalk when Rooster catches up again, tossing you something. A jacket, which you’re happy to take. Pulling it on, the two of you walk, mindlessly for the most part. Soon enough, you come up on your door and you stop. “I think it might be time to call it a night.” You suggest and Rooster nods with a yawn.

“I was thinking the same thing.” Pocketing his hands, the two of you awkwardly stand there as you begin to unlock the door. You’re about to open it when your name comes from him.

Your first name. Which makes you look at him. He’s carefully stepping forward as you wait for him to say something. Instead, his head begins to dip towards yours. Instinctually, you’re closing your eyes, just as his lips meet yours. It’s awkward and sloppy, your noses smush against one another, but it is the best feeling. His hand comes to cup the back of your head, pulling you closer until you break the contact, needing air. When you do, you open your eyes again, meeting his shortly after. “Goodnight, Moonshine.” He pulls himself from you, a quick salute of his fingers as he turns to head to his own dorm.

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When you arrive at the airfield the next day, you’re surprised to see the note on the whiteboard in the hangar. In poor penmanship, likely Maverick’s, sits a message in blue ink.

Materials required for today’s lesson: swimming attire.

As the team huddles around the board, you look at one another in confusion. Still, you all split to go and grab the requested article.

When you return, Maverick stands with an old school Fighter’s shirt and swim trunks, sunglasses on his face - a football wedged between his side and his arm. “We’re going on a field trip.” The fourteen of you - including Mav and Hondo - make your way to the beach just in front of Penny’s bar, where he explains that for this mission to have a greater success rate, you would need to learn to communicate and coordinate with one another, which would be done off the airfield and in the sand in the form of ‘Dogfight Football’.

It takes you all a minute to get the rules straight - but when you do, you’re all going at top speed. You’ve found that Rooster has taken to the game like a fish to water, which is far from where you’re at. You’d never been strong at team sports, but Rooster is happy to pull you to the side to explain what you were missing; His mini-lessons would assist you as you got further along in the game. There are plenty of times where you end up on your back, rolling in the sand with your teammates as Hondo attempts to referee the game. When the sun is setting for the day, none of you are ready to go home as Maverick himself joins in on the second round of the game. You’re grabbing a drink of water when out of the corner of your eye, you spot Rooster peeling the white vest from his chest. Half of your water ends up out of its container and onto your own chest as you register the sun’s glare on his skin. You curse, wiping at your mouth and haphazardly get the lid back on. “Moonshine! We’re waiting on you!” Fitch is shouting from his spot near the water, making you drop your bottle.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” Hours pass before your energy is fully exhausted, wherein Maverick ‘dismisses’ the class, the boys all heading to Penny’s back porch for a beer, leaving you and Phoenix to head back to base for a shower. The two of you climb into your car, starting the engine and blasting the AC. You’re like a bat out of hell as you pull away from the building, desperate to wash off the sand, salt and sweat off.

“Well that was an unexpected way to get a point across.” Phoenix starts, already pointing the vent toward her to try to beat the stuffy heat of the car, having been baking in the waning sunlight of the afternoon.

“I think it worked really well, honestly. There was one point where I even saw Hangman and Rooster high five.” It’s spoken with a sarcastic tone, but you’re certain that the two were finally getting along - somewhat. At least you hoped, especially after the stunt Hangman had pulled in the lecture hall the other day, that nearly ended in a physical altercation between the two men.

“Let’s pray it did. Something tells me this is going to be the beginning of the end.” Phoenix sighs and you understand what she means. There were no shortcuts and no fooling around from here. Shit was about to hit the fan when it came to training. Both of you grow quiet. Soon after, the sun is nearly blinding you with how low it’s gotten and you’re cursing.

“Hey, can you grab my sunglasses from the back?” You ask her for a favor as you drive, knowing you’d changed your shirt and forgotten them somewhere in the backseat. The brunette shifts herself to look for them, rummaging around for a while before she pulls a faded blue jacket from the backseat, handing over your sunglasses while focused on the item. “Thanks.” You take them easily, sliding them over your nose and glancing at her.

“This is yours?” She asks, holding the fabric up by the shoulders. “Looks a little big for you.” When you glance over, you’re finally registering what she’d pulled out.

“Oh, no, that’s a friend’s.” You try to leave it at that as she inspects the patches sewn onto the denim, fingers tracing over the red thread that secures it to the jacket.

“A Navy friend?” She gives an unamused squint of her eyes towards you before further inspecting the jacket, it seems as though she’s been clued off with the vintage Naval badges that litter it. When she finds the label, she finds an embroidered ‘G’ on the tag, a near gasp leaving her as she connects the dots. “Shiner, does this belong to who I think it does?” Her voice is filled with disapproval, clutching the fabric tightly into a fist.

In an attempt to tranquilize the argument that’s inbound, you begin your line of defense. “Now hold on, you abandoned me at the bar the other night and Rooster drove me home. His window was broken and I was cold, so he let me borrow his jacket. I just haven’t gotten around to returning it, which is why it’s still in my car.” With a rational explanation, she tosses the jacket back to its place on the back seat with a thunk.

“Okay, good. So long as it doesn’t go past that.” You give her a weird look, causing her to continue. “I mean, I’m glad that you guys are starting to get along but I’ve heard things. He’s got a reputation you know. Not to mention, he’s screwed you over before to get what he wants. I just… don’t want you to feel cheated out of a spot again.” As she says it, it burrows itself into your brain. You’d not thought of that. What if it had been a ploy to distract you? To get you to fall behind so he could come out on top again? You sweep it under the rug, after all there’s nothing that pointed to any malicious intent right now, at least not from what you can tell.

“I see what you mean. I appreciate the lookout, Phee, but I think we’re gonna go the route of ‘guilty until proven otherwise’. It was just a ride home after all, no different than this.” You wag a finger between the two of you, referring to the current ride you’re on, as you pull onto the road to the base she nods.

“You’re right, you’re right. Just trying to get ya to tread with caution.”

So you do. The next few days you take a small step back from Rooster, strictly professional - pilot to pilot. That is until the shock of Admiral Kazansky’s death comes to all of your doorsteps.

The service left all of you quiet. No one spoke a word, especially not Maverick. Not on the way there, or the way back. You truly felt as though you’d never stood more still for a salute than you had that day. With a blue sky and a gentle breeze sending the flag unfurling, you stood like steel, all while pushing emotion back as best as you can, but it’s difficult when you can see your own captain starting to crumble. You never thought you’d find yourself vulnerable enough to waiver from the enduring practices the Navy had put you through. Yet, you flinch when Maverick pins his Naval Badge into the coffin.

You tried to find peace after the service had completed, which meant you were at the beach again, thinking over it all.

From what you’d heard, he’d been ill for some time, yet no one really knew. Perhaps that made sense. The Admiral did not want anyone to see him for anything other than what he was: A lion–hearted man who saw opportunity in everyone, no matter their rank or place in life. After all, it was because of him that Maverick was placed in his position as your instructor and for that you owed him plenty.

As you’re about to head home, you spot the familiar pilot at the stoop of the Hard Deck. Taking counted steps, you’re joining him at his spot, making it comfy as you look at him. “Hey. How are you holding up?” You’re careful with your question, primarily as you can’t imagine being in his shoes.

You watch Maverick’s shoulders shrug, before you let a hand rest on one. “Yeah, me too.” Instead of prodding the conversation further, you look at the water lapping on the shore, listening to the crashing sound.

“No one tells you how many friends you lose when you join the Navy.” Mav speaks with such bitterness, leaving you to look at him.

“Is this you telling me?” You try, an effort to lighten the mood, ever so slightly. He glances at you with a small smile before sighing.

“Just might be. We weren’t exactly at war or anything but I can still tell you I’ve been to more funerals than I’ve ever expected to be at.” He’s fiddingling with his hands, making you watch as he’s picking at a hangnail.

“I hope that won’t be the case with us.” You offer, which makes him look at you. Of course you had your concerns with the rest of the group, they’d started to grow on you - like algae or a bad pop song that’s been overplayed.

“Us, huh?” He points it out and you smile, shaking your head as you lean into him.

“Yeah. Us. They may be assholes but they’re admittedly my assholes.” You retort with a happy grin. “I hate to think that one day they won’t be with us, if that’s by choice or happenstance… I think part of me came to realize that today.”

Maverick rolls his head towards the parking lot as he hums in agreement. “I just hope for all of you it’s at the hands of something potentially expected. I would hate for it to just.. Come up and grab you all by surprise.”

You can’t even imagine. You’ve thought about - especially when it comes up in conversation with Rooster. Losing his parents both so unexpectedly… you hated to think about how that impacted him. First his dad, he couldn’t have been more than 6. Then his mom in the middle of what are supposed to be some of the best years…

“What was Rooster’s dad like?”

For the next forty minutes, Maverick happily goes on about their days in TOPGUN and prior. What Rooster had been like as a kid… how they had quickly fallen out over something neither of them enjoyed. You had half the mind to ask what it would take for the two of them to get back onto the same terms but you’re not sure it’s entirely possible at this point.

“It’d take a miracle, kid.” He sighs, standing up to head out - presumptuously to Penny’s to seek some well needed guidance that you weren’t able to provide.

“Well as it stands we’re working on being miracle-workers. I’ll give you a call if the first two work out.” You tease, referring to the very mission you all had to tackle. The amused yet disapproving grin on his features is enough reassurance to be comfortable leaving him again, seeing he’s in much higher spirits than when you found him.

You stand with caution, hands in the pockets of the jacket on your shoulders - yes, that jacket, and it seems that Phoenix isn’t the only one to notice it.

When his head raises, Maverick smiles at the sight. “Man, I haven’t seen this in years.” He reaches up, pulling the fabric from your torso to get a better look at it, only for you to let your arms come out in a T shape, displaying the coat for him to see, the worn patches proudly stitched into the material. You take your time and slowly spin for him before sitting down.

“Rooster let me borrow it on the way home the other night. Keep forgetting to give it back to him.” There’s guilt in the confession. You’re keeping a part of his dad from him, but at the same time… it smelled like Rooster. And maybe you selfishly wanted to keep it a little longer for that reason.

“He must trust you a great deal then.” Maverick makes the comment which leads you to look at him with confusion.

“You think?” This causes him to laugh.

“Oh, I know. He barely talks to me about his folks, let alone lend me their cherished belongings.” The captain has a point there, it’s a sharp comparison to what Phoenix had suggested, which is far more reassuring than you expected it to be. You’re now realizing you haven’t said anything for a while. Before you can form a sentence, your instructor stands, looking down at you. “Be careful.” He speaks before heading out to the direction of the parking lot.

Suddenly you’re not sure if he’s talking about the jacket or the man who owns it.

The following morning, you find your team at the lecture hall, expecting another day of Maverick chasing you down in the air or making you want to hurl with half radius turns but instead, you’re met with Admiral Bates and Simmons. You’d not seen them since the first day of your assignment when they’d introduced Maverick. Who is nowhere to be seen.

It’s then that Admiral Bates explains that Maverick is gone and Admiral Simmons is taking over and to top it all off, you now have only a week to do the impossible.

As if you weren’t already shitting bricks at the start of all of this. Now you were being tested to do something that hadn’t even been done before. One of you was about to speak up when the nearest radio starts up about an unauthorized F-18 in the air. When the pilot identifies themselves. Maverick was in air and about to attempt the run - in 2.15.

You all had your ears honed, eyes fixated on the screen in front of you, watching his position, speed, time.

He’s. Doing it.

The group surrounding you is jumping into comments, encouragements, mumblings. Sat with your arms crossed against your chest, you watch like a hawk as the captain approaches the target…

Contact.

For the rest of the morning, the group is electrified and frankly - won’t shut up about it. Hungry, you suggest lunch at a nearby sub shop along the beach. About five people take you up on it, including Rooster. You all navigate there before sitting down to eat. Unsurprisingly, you’re the first to finish your meal, seeing as everyone else is too hyper-fixated on the run that Maverick had shoved in Simmons’ face.

Eventually, the energy dies down as people leave, which leaves you and Rooster as he starts to finish his meal. You’ve cleaned up, and didn’t want to abandon him, so you sit as he munches on what’s left of his sandwich. Your gaze has shifted to the window, only before you hear the other attempt to speak, but with his mouth full, you can’t make out very much. “Wanna try that again?” You tease, looking back toward him, seeing him wipe at his mouth in an attempt to clean up.

“I was saying that Coyote suggested we have a weekend for Dogfighting Football again.” He brings up a conversation that you’re actually willing to engage in.

“Really? Even though he got his ass absolutely pummeled?” You lean back in your seat, boots pushing off the side of his chair to let you rock on the back two legs.

“Oh yeah, he’s looking for redemption, obviously.” The male crumbles up his parchment paper and remaining crumbs from his sandwich, tossing it in the little plastic red basket they served their sandwiches in. “You ready to head out?” A nod, you let all four legs sit on the floor again, heading to the door way before Rooster was ready. You’re stepping out into the sun again, smiling as the golden rays warm your skin. You keep the door open for your company who is trailing behind you. You’re about to head to the car when Rooster turns down the road even further.

“Car’s the other way, Bradley.” You comment, catching up with him. The name is so easy off your tongue, you nearly don’t catch the discrepancy. Suddenly, you’re all too aware of your mistake. “Did I just call you, Bradley? Shit, Rooster. Rooster.”

You’re scared to look at his expression, wondering how badly you’d screwed up. But instead of the menacing glare you’re expecting, you get… nothing. He’s fiddling with a green packet of gum he’s retrieved from his pocket. Finally he speaks as he shoves a stick of gum into his mouth. “Eh, don’t freak about it. As for the car, I know it is. I’m not entirely eager to get back to Maverick’s fanbase just yet and something tells me neither are you.” He gives a knowing smirk while offering gum from the pack as he strolls along the boardwalk. You politely decline, leaving him to pocket it again.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, it was incredibly impressive.” You offer, pushing your sunglasses down from your head and back onto the bridge of your nose.

“Incredibly. Really.”

“Absolutely.” Both of you are snickering when you come upon an ice cream stand. Seeing the cartoon popsicles makes you smile, Rooster catching it and slowing down. He’s staring at the menu pensively, making you also look over the options. There’s dozens of options, but you have one picked out, pulling your wallet out. Rooster speaks up.

“Can I get the Spiderman popsicle, and whatever the lady wants?” While fiddling with your wallet, you hadn’t realized that he had a ten bill in his pocket and had already handed it over to the vendor.

“The Spongebob popsicle please.” You smile kindly at the woman under the umbrella watching as she pulls them both out for you, handing over the change, which Rooster drops in her tip jar. She gives a nod, thanking him before the two of you continue on whatever path you were on. Unwrapping your treats, you stick out your hand for his wrapper, which he happily deposits in your hand, leaving you to drop them in a nearby barrel with a black garbage bag. A faux garbage can if you will. He holds his popsicle out towards you, leaving you to bump yours with his as though they were champagne glasses.

Both of you enjoy your walk in the California sun, no words exchanged, just enjoying a nostalgic treat and the view around you. It seems as though the sun is melting your treat faster than you can consume it though, as Spongebob’s eyes begin to droop with the melting confection. It leaves you with little choice, grabbing the gumball with your teeth before chewing it. Rooster shakes his head. “You’re ruthless. Stealing eyeballs left and right.” He says it with such a straight face, making you laugh, nearly dropping your popsicle.

With sticky hands and stale gum, the two of you start back to your car to head back to base. “I’m pretty sure we’re going to have to do push-ups when we get back for being late.” You point out, seeing the leisurely pace your teammate is walking at.

“Eh, I don’t know, maybe if we kiss enough ass Maverick will let us off with a warning.”

“That is if he was reinstated to his post.” You remind him, knowing that he had technically stolen the jet he’d performed his record run at.

“Valid points were made.” He offers as you start toward your car when you reach the gravel parking lot. It reminds you of the conversation you’d had the other night about the origin of the three scars on his chin. You unlock the sedan, climbing in with ease. Though, as you’re starting the car, you hear a thump come from Rooster’s side. You turn to see him cursing and rubbing the side of his head. Laughing, you reach over with concern.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” You find the spot he’d collided with the car frame with, carefully running fingers over it.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He huffs, reaching up to grab your wrist, pulling your hand down slowly. When it's back in his lap, you smile, waiting for him to let it go only to ruffle his hair before you back out of your spot.

“Klutz.” You start on the coastline road that leads back to base, hearing him mess with the AUX cord in your car. When he’s plugged in his phone, you half expect some old school music like the other night, but instead, the familiar comedic chanting from Blue Swede’s Hooked On A Feeling comes through instead. Rooster has the window down, starting to sing along, theatrics and all. Amplified even, since he’s not in the driver seat this time. He’s practically rocking the car as you pick up speed down the highway. You’re still giggling as he does so, catching a glance of him mock singing into a microphone. As you approach a stop sign, he looks at you with a knowing smile, having put a pause to his nonsense. The chorus kicks into high gear again, leaving him to start the high note, letting you laugh again. You cover your mouth with one hand, the other still on the wheel. As he carries on, you see him share your brief eye contact. Hazel eyes you’ve come to know like the back of your hand.

Hazel eyes you’d begun to fall for.

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