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liam's lesson

bf! Xaden x reader x Liam Xaden decides to give Liam a lesson in pleasing a woman, but not just any woman; you, his girlfriend, who Liam's had a crush on for years. What could possibly go wrong? words: 5.3k (now officially my longest fic ever!) 🏷: NSFW, afab reader who is referred to with she/her prns and as a "girl", established relationship with Xaden, Liam has a puppy crush on you (we love pathetic, lovesick Liam in this house!), nothing between the boys, they're both just focused on you, fucking someone other than your partner (not cheating, as everyone involved is consenting) while said partner watches, maybe you're a little bit in love with Liam (aren't we all?) Xaden is in charge here, teaching Liam how to make you cum. oral, fingering, and penetrative sex (all f recieving), unprotected sex, very brief misuse of Xaden's shadows, Xaden is the king of Tyrrendor but Liam is the king of aftercare. I think that's everything. once again, proofread with a migraine so be nice. okay byeee

Admittedly, Liam had been a little nervous when Xaden had pulled him aside at dinner and told him to come over to his room around ten to talk — what secret, urgent revolution stuff did they need to discuss? Was something wrong back home? Surely he wouldn’t have waited if that was the case. 

He knocks hesitantly, and the door unlocks for him — part of Xaden’s magic that Liam still isn’t used to. A lot has changed about his older brother in the two years they’ve been apart. 

He starts to ask why Xaden wanted to see him at this hour, but then he catches a flash of pale blue in his periphery, his head turning toward the other side of the room, where he sees you stretched out on Xaden’s bed in your pajamas — which don’t leave much to the imagination. 

He stops mid-sentence and whirls around, averting his eyes. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize…”

“Did you forget about the little conversation we had last week?” Xaden asks, amused.

It takes Liam a minute to realize what the older boy is referring to. “You were serious?”

He catches a glimpse of the lace-clad curve of your hip in the mirror in front of him, shutting his eyes tightly and willing himself not to get hard — not over his brother’s girlfriend. That’s definitely crossing a line.

“Of course I was serious,” Xaden answers.

“And you’re… you’re okay with this?” he asks you, still not convinced he isn’t dreaming.

“You wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t,” you answer.

He still looks hesitant. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Liam nervous, but his normal confident and happy demeanor is nowhere to be seen. It hurts, somehow. 

“Hey,” you soothe, sitting up straight, “if you don’t want to do this, that’s okay. We’ll never speak of it again.”

“No,” he answers, finally looking at you in the mirror, swallowing hard, “I do want to.”

It might ruin him forever, but he really does want this. He’s wanted something with you for ages, and if he can’t have the real thing — his lips on yours and his hands on your body, pleasing and worshiping you the way you deserve — he might as well watch Xaden do it instead.

“Okay, then.”

Xaden wastes no time pulling you into a deep kiss that you melt into almost instantly — so his dominance and control extends into the bedroom, too. That should have been obvious.

He pulls back after what feels like ages for Liam but mere seconds for you, and you whine softly, needing more.

“Hear that? That’s the sound you’re looking for. Those little whimpers, and the squirming. You want to get her nice and needy first.”

Liam nods, still just watching, unsure what his role will be in all of this. He tries to ignore the ache of his cock, tries not to think about it, but the sight of you in those tiny silk pajamas, if you could call them that, is impossible to look away from, and impossible not to get turned on by. He’ll definitely need to sort himself out after this is over, but at least it’ll fill the spank bank forever — he’s never going to forget this.

“Go ahead,” Xaden prods, and Liam feels like he might faint — this is a hands-on lesson? He’s supposed to touch you, not just watch?

You pat the space next to you on the bed, motioning for him to take a seat.

He kicks off his boots hastily, padding across the floor and stopping in front of you.

You uncross your legs, letting them dangle off the edge of the bed, your knees only an inch or two from his thighs now. “Hi, Li.”

Gods, the way you say his name so sweetly, shortening the four letter word into two, the way you’re gazing at him so sweetly, and the sight of you, your usual rider’s leather stripped away, with soft pastel silk in its place that covers less than half of what your uniform does... You even smell sweet, sugary and floral, a mix of all the pretty products you’d used in the shower you’d taken prior to this little engagement. He can tell how smooth and soft your skin must be even without touching it. 

“Hi,” he manages, blinking at you. 

There’s a few seconds of awkwardness before you take the reins, bringing a hand up to cradle his jaw and guide him to where you want him, his lips just an inch away from yours — letting him be the one to close the gap.

“Whenever you’re ready,” you say in a gentle whisper, setting your hand back down. 

You’re too sweet, too kind and caring. This is a mistake, a terrible one, that he’ll likely never recover from, but he’ll regret it forever if he walks out on you right now; this will likely be the only opportunity he’ll ever have to touch you like this.

He leans forward, nudging his nose against yours gently before he goes in for a kiss, thankful that he’d brushed his teeth in the last hour. You taste sweet and minty, your lips slippery with whatever salve you use to keep them that soft. 

You continue guiding him through it, settling one of his hands on your waist and the other on the small of your back, how Xaden had held you, deepening the kiss, introducing your tongue a bit, starting him off slowly. 

He steps forward, nudging your legs apart with one of his so he can be even closer to you.

There’s that cute, needy sound that he’d been instructed to look for. Boldened, he holds you a little tighter, pulling you toward him the way he’d seen Xaden do. You seem to like it, tangling a hand in the soft black fabric of his tunic and tugging him closer, whining softly.

He finally pulls away, breathless, just looking into your eyes for a moment, memorizing them. He’s never been this close to you before, never noticed the little streaks and flecks of different colors within your irises... 

“Good,” a deep voice assesses. 

He startles, stepping back as he remembers that Xaden is still leaning against the armoire five feet away — after all, this is his room, his bed, and his girlfriend.

You’d almost forgotten, too.

“Keep kissing her, and grope her a little,” Xaden says candidly. “She likes being handled.”

Xaden’s wording gives him pause. Her, She. Not girls in general, but you. He’s teaching Liam how to please you. He shakes the thought from his head, reminding himself that this is a one-time thing.

You’re giving him that soft, worried look again. He steps forward, putting his hands back on your waist and pulling you into another deep kiss. You squeak in surprise as his hands slide down to your ass, squeezing gently over the slippery silk. 

He chuckles, a warm, rumbling sound that you’ll never grow tired of hearing, his lips trailing over your jaw down to your neck. 

Xaden likes to leave his mark on you, sucking at your skin hard enough to leave purple bruises the next day, scraping over your pulse with his teeth… but Liam just wants to savor you, to press gentle kisses to every inch of you, to nuzzle his nose into your neck and breathe you in.

You relax against him, content to let him continue kneading at your hips and waist, rubbing his hands over the smooth skin and massaging out any tension left over from the long day of classes and flight training.

He’s worked his way down your neck to your collarbones and chest, his lips brushing the neckline of your nightshirt. He hesitates there for a moment, unsure how to proceed, but Xaden is quick to give more directions.

“Arms up, honey.”

You comply readily, Liam helping lift your shirt over your head. He folds it into neat quarters before he sets it aside on Xaden’s desk, treating the silky fabric as carefully as he does its owner.

You give him a nod of permission, and he slides his hands up your ribs to your chest, admiring the weight of the soft flesh in his hands for a moment, squeezing gently.

“And these cute little nipples,” Xaden coos, curling a wisp of shadow over them. You whine softly at the cold sensation, squirming a bit, but he doesn’t seem to care, still speaking to Liam. “Play with them. Rub your fingers on them, pinch a little bit, suck on them… But be gentle. She’s sensitive.”

He starts off slow, brushing his thumbs over them gently while he returns his lips to your collarbones, pressing little kisses over the soft skin. And then he moves down, down… 

You sigh happily at the feeling of Liam’s tongue laving over your nipple in slow, gentle licks, continuing to tease the other with his fingers. He wraps his lips around it, suckling gently, and you tangle a hand in his hair, cradling the back of his head and keeping him close. 

“That’s a good sign, too,” Xaden instructs. “Keep going.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice — he’s intent on taking his sweet time with you, licking and sucking and teasing the sensitive little buds. He could do this for hours, just to hear your soft sighs of pleasure and see the blissful look on your face while he works.

You decide that Liam Mairi is simply perfect at everything he tries. The top of his class, and an excellent student. He’s done everything right, passing Xaden’s assessment with flying colors. But if he’s this good with his tongue up here… you need that pretty blond head between your thighs, immediately.

“Shh, honey,” Xaden soothes. “He’ll give you what you need in a minute.”

You flush, realizing that your soft whimpers have become more frequent and higher pitched, more urgent, bordering on pathetic. 

Liam pulls back, taking a second to admire you and giving your chest one last squeeze before he moves further down.

Gentle fingers hook into the waistband of the tiny pair of shorts you’re wearing, pulling them down your legs along with the even tinier underwear, a scrap of lace that while very pretty and undoubtedly expensive, must be removed, as it stands in the way of him burying his face between those gorgeous thighs of yours.

He wonders if you’ll taste as sweet as you had in those shameful dreams, the ones that had necessitated long, cold showers in the morning and sitting clear across the table from you at breakfast, trying not to look you in the eye.

“I’ll take those,” Xaden volunteers smugly, and Liam tosses them at him, returning his attention to your pussy.

“Holy shit, honey,” he swears, “you’re soaked.”

“Good,” Xaden praises. “That means you did everything right so far. But you still need to make her cum before I’ll let you fuck her.”

Liam’s eyes widen almost comically. He hadn’t expected Xaden to let him touch you at all, but now he’s allowed to go all the way with you? This has to be a dream.

“Only if you’re comfortable with that,” you remind him gently. “You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to.”

“I do want to,” he answers, too quickly. Cute. 

You smile at him; another tiny cut that will be rubbed full of salt tomorrow morning, when he’ll have to see you sitting with Xaden at breakfast and pretend this never happened, that he hasn’t known the taste of your lips and the feel of your skin.

“Then hop to it, pretty boy,” you encourage, smiling — it’s clear that you don’t mean it as an insult, but as a sweet pet name; he’s absolutely gorgeous.

Liam doesn’t need instructions for this part. He gets you settled up against the pillows, making sure you’re comfortable there before he gets to work. He kisses each of your hip bones, his hands smoothing over your legs to part them enough to accommodate his broad shoulders as he lays down on his stomach, hooking his muscled arms around your thighs.

Xaden crosses the room toward you, perching on the edge of his desk, right next to the bed.

You gasp softly at the feeling of Liam’s tongue on you — he’s doing exactly what he’d done to your chest, those soft little licks and sucks, his hands massaging your thighs gently… 

“Just like that,” you breathe. He’s worked you up so well that you’re already close, and if he keeps doing what he’s doing, you’ll be cumming on his tongue in a minute or two.

He’s a very fast learner, and incredibly responsive— he’s figured out what earns him those cute little noises that have him throbbing with need, and now he’s doing those things over and over.

He resists the urge to reach down and stroke himself to take the edge off, knowing he wouldn’t last, not with how sweet you taste and the warmth and softness of your thigh against his cheek, your hand in his hair…

“Liam,” you mew, tugging at the soft blonde strands.

Your jaw drops at the realization of just how easily his name left your lips, how natural it felt… You look over at Xaden, wanting to apologize, but it’s hard to form words right now with how good Liam’s tongue feels sucking at your clit.

“It’s okay, honey,” Xaden soothes, tilting your chin up with a gentle hand. “You should let him know how good it feels — how else will he learn, hm?”

You nod, your eyes still locked with his. The depth of those nearly-black irises is such a stark contrast to Liam’s ice blue, but you could easily drown in both, never able to find your way back up to the surface.

“Slip a finger in, slowly.”

Liam’s hands are just as giant as Xaden’s, his fingers just as thick — but rougher, calloused from his constant whittling. Such a cute, innocent hobby. But there’s nothing innocent about the way he’s touching you right now.

“Look for that little rough spot,” Xaden instructs, still looking you directly in the eye. “Press into it a little bit.”

You whimper softly, entranced by the little gold flecks in his irises. 

“Sounds like you found it,” he says, sounding amused. “Now curl your fingertips against it, press up on it gently…”

Liam is a perfect soldier, in every sense of both words; very good at following orders, complying without hesitation and getting the job done, but he might be too perfect, too gentle and handsome and kind, too loving… too good to be true. He’s going to absolutely ruin you — both by making you fall apart for him, in what is undoubtedly going to be one of the best orgasms of your life, and by breaking your heart when this is all over. 

You focus back on the pleasure, the thoughts fading away quickly. “So good, baby,” you breathe, “just like that.”

Liam hums in acknowledgment, continuing the motions, the soft lap of his tongue and the gentle press of his fingertip into that special little spot quickly building up the pressure between your hips, getting you closer and closer…

“Add a second finger. You’ll need to stretch her a little if you want your cock to fit.”

It’s easy enough for him to slip in his middle finger beside his index, your body providing no resistance to the intrusion; you’re aching for it. You have been since Xaden told you about this little plan of his.

You need to thank him profusely for this later. Maybe you’ll get on your knees for him in the shower, or- “oh,” you gasp, the deep pleasure intensifying now that Liam is pushing two fingers into that little spot… you’re not going to last.

“Xay,” you whimper, remembering the rules he’d laid out for you prior to Liam’s arrival — Liam might be allowed to play with you for one night, but you’re still very much Xaden’s, and he’s still very much in control here.

He coos down at you patronizingly. “You getting close, honey? You wanna cum on Liam’s fingers?“

“Yes, please,” you pant, whining up at him.

“Such good manners,” he praises. “Go ahead, honey. Show him how pretty you sound when you cum.”

It only takes a few more seconds of that delicious pressure building before it becomes enough to throw you over the edge. You whine, tightening around Liam’s fingers and squirming in his grasp, babbling a mix of swear words and thank-you’s and both of their names. 

Liam slows his pace, letting you ride it out with a few more soft licks.

“Keep going,” Xaden orders. “She knows what to say if it’s too much. Doesn’t she, honey?”

“Uh-huh,” you manage between your cute little cries, gasping as you feel cold bands of shadow wrap around the backs of your knees, keeping your legs spread while you squirm in sensitivity, undecided between chasing the pleasure and running from it.

Thank the gods for sound shields.

It’s clear to Xaden that you’re reaching your limit, starting to get overwhelmed, and he doesn’t want to wear you out just yet. “Stop,” he orders, calling back his shadows.

Liam withdraws his fingers, and you slump back down against the pillows, spent and panting.

Liam doesn’t have to be told to comfort you after, to take care of you in the comedown — he does it instinctively. “Shh, honey,” he soothes, scooping you into his lap and holding you close. “It’s okay.”

You rest your head against his collarbone, cuddling into him and letting your eyes fall shut, just taking a moment to breathe.

“You did so good for us, pretty girl. Just breathe, hm? You’re safe with us.”

Xaden had convinced himself that this would be a one-off thing, but seeing the tenderness with which Liam is holding you, stroking your hair and cooing soft praises… 

Liam’s a good guy, kind-hearted and caring, but this isn’t just that — no, this is genuine love that he senses between you. It might be heightened right now due to the incredibly intimate experience you just had with one another, but there’s something there. He gets the feeling that there always has been, even before your days at Basgiath; it’s just been brought to the surface tonight, and oddly enough, Xaden isn’t mad about it at all.

It should piss him off. He should detest the idea of another pair of hands, male hands, on his girl, but it’s Liam. He loves Liam. Not in the way he loves you — and he doesn’t want to fuck him, that’s for sure — but he cares for the younger boy deeply, and if anyone else is going to be touching his girl, he’d want it to be Liam. Maybe that’s why he’d suggested this whole thing in the first place.

You’ve made a full recovery by now, caught your breath, and you sit up in Liam’s lap, drawing him into a kiss.

Such a needy little thing, always eager for more. Liam is happy to help, kissing you back easily, smoothing his hands over your sides and kneading your hips. He places a hand on the back of your head, another on your waist, laying you down in one slow, fluid movement — again, with the utmost gentleness, making sure that you’re comfortable.

“Put a pillow under her hips,” Xaden instructs. 

Liam takes one from the head of the bed, his other hand hooking under your knees to lift your lower body off the bed — you giggle, impressed by his strength.

Liam wonders if you like being thrown around a little bit, manhandled, held down… you’d look and sound so pretty getting pounded into the mattress, face-down ass-up, whimpering into the pillows, but he’s not wasting this opportunity on a quick, rough fuck — and Xaden would probably take issue with that, anyway. No, Liam’s going to take his sweet time with you, treat you nice and gently, and look into your eyes while he does it.

Your jaw drops at the sight of him finally pantsless, the thick black uniform fabric pulled off to expose the pale muscle of his thighs. Gods, you’d love to straddle one and just grind against it while you kiss him, those giant hands on your hips helping guide you back and forth until you came, and then…

Holy shit. 

Everything about Liam Mairi is perfect, including — and especially — his cock. And you need it inside you, now.

He strokes himself once, twice, as if he isn’t rock-hard already, dragging the tip through your wetness, letting it tease your clit…

You whimper softly, shifting your hips down to try to guide him into you.

“Words, honey,” he reminds, in a tone eerily similar to Xaden’s. The last twenty minutes have certainly boldened him.

“Want you to fuck me, Liam, please,” you ask softly, pouting up at him. “Need it.”

He could never say no to that pretty face, never deprive you of anything you wanted. He slowly pushes forward, giving you the first two inches. 

You take in that same little breath you do when Xaden slides into you, looking up at Liam the same way, with glossy eyes and parted lips, gripping the sheets on either side of you. He takes one of your hands in his, intertwining your fingers. “You okay, honey?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, taking a moment to adjust. He’s not quite as big as Xaden, but it’s still more than enough to fill you completely, a slight stretch as he slowly makes his way forward, a little bit at a time.

He leans down to kiss you, stroking a roughened hand over the softness of your waist soothingly. It’s taking every ounce of his self-restraint not to lose it right now, at the feeling of you wrapped around him, but he needs to make sure you’re okay first before he does anything else.

“M’ ready,” you tell him softly.

“If it hurts, say the word and I’ll stop, okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Okay,” you answer obediently, your heart melting — Liam has always been sweet to you, if a little shy, but right now it’s increased fourfold, every word and every touch coated with love and care. 

“Attagirl,” he praises, giving you a little peck before he straightens back up, adjusting his hold on your waist and starting to rock his hips into yours.

You both gasp in unison at the feeling, soft pleasure spreading through your core.

“How’s she feel?” Xaden asks, a note of smug amusement in his tone — it's clear that Liam is finally starting to lose his grip a little, his breathing getting heavier, his cheeks flushed…

“Like heaven,” he answers, trying to keep his composure, “so warm and wet and tight… fuck,”

He’s so fucking deep inside you, hitting all the right spots and touching you in the right places, working his way into your heart and carving out a space for himself between your ribs. You hold his hand a little tighter, whimpering softly.

“Doing so good for me, honey, taking me so well,” Liam soothes, stroking his thumb over your knuckles. “How’s that feel?”

“Really… good… So… deep,” you manage, your eyes still locked with his, your breaths coming in little pants and gasps.

“Yeah?” he asks, teasing, “Can you feel me in your tummy, baby?” He lays a giant hand between your hips, pushing down, and your jaw drops — the added pressure makes you feel even more full of him, makes every sensation more overwhelming and intense. 

Where did he learn to do that?

“Uh-huh,” you stammer. “Feels so good, ah,” It’s very good. Overwhelmingly good. 

Xaden makes a mental note to try that with you later — you look like you absolutely love it.

The little fucker didn’t need lessons at all, just a confidence boost, and you’re certainly giving that to him. Xaden knew that deep down, knew about that little puppy crush he’s had on you for years, which hadn’t faded in the time you’d been apart, but decided to offer you up anyway, precise reasons unknown.

He gets the feeling that this might not be a one-night thing after all. But maybe that’s for the best. Maybe Liam can warm your bed and tend to your heart while he’s busy running his revolution and spending late nights on wingleader duty, doing his dagger drops with the fliers…

Liam adjusts the position of his hand, a long finger reaching down to swirl over your clit, and the combination of it all is enough to get you there.

You tear your eyes away from Liam’s to look over at Xaden, a panicked little whimper leaving your lips. 

He knows exactly what that sound means. “Shh, honey, it’s okay,” he coos, stroking your hair. “You can cum.”

“Thank you, oh, fuck,”

Liam hadn’t gotten a proper look at you last time, his eyes closed and his head tucked between your thighs, but looking down at you now, seeing your face; cheeks flushed, lips parted in cute little panting breaths, hands clutching the sheets… and then he feels it — feels you clamp down on him, your thighs trembling against his as you shatter.

“Fuck,” Liam rasps, his fingers digging into your hips to ground himself as he continues to fuck you through it. 

You’re drowning in the deep blue of his eyes, and you need something to hold on to. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him down by the shoulders so he’s practically laying on top of you — you always do this to Xaden, needing to feel him close to you in your hazy state, and Liam isn’t an exception.

The closeness definitely does something to Liam as well. He braces his forearms against the bed and continues to rock his hips into yours, panting soft praises. “Attagirl. So pretty, so soft and sweet and perfect… you feel so fucking good, sweetheart, doing so well for me.”

If you weren’t his brother’s girlfriend, he’d probably throw an I love you in there too, find some way to call you his, to tell you how much you mean to him outside of this bed, but he still has enough rationality left to know would be a bad idea even without Xaden supervising this whole thing.

He’s so close to you, your entire bodies pressed together, your breaths mixing and noses brushing… you’re clinging to him, continuing to whimper up at him softly… He’s about to fall apart himself. 

“You can cum inside her, if you want,” Xaden offers, too casually.

You keen at the idea, shifting your hips to try to take him deeper.

“Oh, would you like that, pretty girl?” he asks teasingly, through panting breaths. “Want me to fill you up?”

“Yes, please,” you beg, wrapping your legs around him tighter.

He’s not going to last. He starts to move a little faster, chasing his own high — he’s never waited this long, never spent so much time on a partner’s pleasure, and while you absolutely deserved it, he needs his own release desperately. “Oh, fuck,” he gasps, “gonna cum, baby, are you sure you want me to—”

You tangle your hand in the short blonde hair at the back of his neck and yank him down into a kiss, keeping your legs tight around his waist, not letting him pull out.

He whines against your lips, the prettiest little muffled moan as he spills into you. 

“Holy shit,” he pants, his cheeks red from the exertion. He’s always pretty, but nothing beats this, all flushed and fucked out, his hair mussed and lips swollen from the kisses you’d shared, eyes half-lidded…

You commit the sight to memory, suddenly hit with the realization that you’ll never see it again. For all intents and purposes, this “lesson” is over, and starting tomorrow morning, Liam will go back to being your boyfriend’s little brother, and nothing else.

He seems to realize the same thing, resting his head over your heart and breathing you in for a moment, the both of you lingering in the afterglow, not wanting to say goodbye. You hold him a little closer, stroking your hand through his damp hair silently.

Xaden lets you have a minute together, seeming to understand the significance of this moment for the both of you, and backing off.

He slips down from his perch on the edge of the desk, giving you space, but you reach for him, wanting him close, too. 

“Can Li stay the night?” you ask in a small voice, not ready for him to leave.

He smiles at you. “Of course he can, sweet girl.”

“Thank you,” you murmur. “Love you.”

“I love you too, baby. Now let's get you both cleaned up.”

You hum sleepily, letting him pull you up out of bed and get you ready for the showers.

It’s surprisingly not awkward, the two boys working in tandem to clean you up — neither of them mind the other’s presence, having been desensitized to casual nudity from years — or in Liam’s case, weeks — of sharing a bathing room with a handful of strangers.

Liam dries you off, sorting out your hair while Xaden helps rub in that sweet-smelling lotion and dresses you in one of his shirts before you flop down into bed, cuddling up between them contentedly. 

You give Liam a sweet little goodnight kiss before you roll over, working yourself into Xaden’s arms like you always do, curling up against the strength of his chest, your head over his heart. 

This could work, Xaden decides. You have enough room in your heart for both of them, and he knows that Liam’s intentions are pure — the only hitch will be managing his own emotions, namely any jealousy that arises over another man being romantic with his girlfriend. 

It had honestly surprised him when he’d decided to offer Liam a night with you. He’s always considered himself possessive, ready to glare at anyone who looked at you too long — and that had intensified after he’d gotten his magic, once he could “read” people, but maybe that’s why he’d let Liam in, because he felt nothing but love and admiration from the boy. 

Still, he can’t help but feel a little left out, even if he’d been the one controlling the whole situation — he hadn’t gotten off himself, too focused on coaching Liam and making sure you were okay, and then it would just have been awkward to do anything with you while Liam sat there idle… 

Tomorrow morning, after Liam heads back to his own room, you’ll have some fun, just the two of you. Maybe he’ll tie you up with his shadows again, or press you up against the wall in the showers… the possibilities are endless, but he’ll probably decide on sleepy morning sex. It’s a Friday night, so you can sleep in a little Saturday morning, and have time for a lazy, loving fuck before anything is expected of either of you. He’ll remind you how much you love each other, and treat you as sweetly as Liam had — admittedly, he hasn’t been too gentle with you lately, focused on fucking out the stress of his third year, and being wingleader and leading a revolution on top of it all, but you’d taken it well, literally.

He’ll sleep on it, give it a day or two to simmer before he’ll discuss it with each of you; you first, of course, to see what you say so he doesn’t get Liam’s hopes up, but from the way your hand is still tangled up with Liam’s, his chest pressed to your back and his face nuzzled into the side of your neck, it’s pretty clear that neither of you would be opposed to them sharing you.

But all that can wait — for now, you just need to rest, tucked safely between the two boys that love you more than anyone else in the world.

[entomjinx]

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I mostly write fics on Ao3, but I occasionally post doodles and such here too. I love to do headcanon lists, but I haven't made any in a long time.

Fandoms I currently create content for:

Fairy Tail (Link to the post about the LGBTQIA+ friendly server that I help run (still semi-active: 2/28/23)) (I don't currently plan on coming back.)

One Piece (Main Fandom as of 2023)

Fandoms I previously created content for, but likely will never return to:

Edens Zero (No new posts.)

I would like to keep this blog as discourse free as possible, as every time I've been thrown into it, I've been harassed, told to kill myself, and in two cases, doxxed. Some of that harassment still continues to this day, and I regularly have to delete anon asks with disturbing content. I will block drama causers without response, as I no longer feel the need to try and back sass you to "one up" you like I did as a teenager. I'm 22, I've grown passed that, and I'm tired. We can coexist quietly and amicably or we can block one another and move on.

Below this is the context of the previous discourse I was involved in, because I'd rather be transparent for anyone just showing up. Warning: It's not as short as I'd like. (TWs: mentions of stalking, harassment, death threats, and suicide baiting)

I will not be deleting any old discourse. It is something I was involved in regardless of how much I wish I wasn't, so I refuse to just erase it despite my personal growth. Everyone may do stupid shit as a teen, however, that will not stop me from holding myself to a higher standard explicitly because it's me. 2019-2020 ish is where the last of the public responses end, I believe.

When I first joined the Fairy Tail fandom, I had a real life stalker, who used the ship Gray/Juvia (and many others) as an example of why I would have to fall in love with him eventually. I was fourteen. This fucked me up beyond belief.

Because of that whole fiasko, I politely asked shippers of the ship and people who really loved Juvia's character to DNI. I wanted nothing to do with it because it brought up all of that trauma and fear. I immediatly began recieving harassment and I was being told that the only reason I didn't like them was because I shipped queer ships in the fandom and thought Juvia was "in the way." The latter didn't bother me much, but the mass amounts of messages telling me to kill myself was incredibly straining.

I fully acknowledge that none of the following was the correct way to go about things, even if it was much better than the alternatives(ex: harassing back).

So I started putting out little anlyses showing the toxicity of the relationship and Juvia's various mental health issues that are never dealt with in the series, and I've even written fics about it. The harassment only grew worse.

I couldn't---and still really don't---understand why people would seek out people who don't like what they do just to harass them, and vice versa. That's why I and a few others who didn't enjoy the ship created a vent blog to keep all of the dislike for the ship contained, and even encouraged shippers to block us, which unfortunately, did not work. We wanted it to stay away from anyone who didn't want to see it, but to be there for those who needed that space to vent about it without it being traced back to their blogs where they could be harassed and sent death threats for disliking something. (This blog is no longer used by anyone. it's been fully shut down, as it should have never existed at all.)

It backfired greatly, and even now I get 15-20 anon asks a week telling me how I should end my life. Sometimes they spike up randomly into 100 a week for shits and giggles.

Because of the way that the harassers treated my friends and I, I believed fiction affected reality on a 1:1 ratio for a long time, which it doesn't. I thought the whole "Anti vs proshipping" discourse was a firm stance on your morals because no one corrected me, yet I was being harrassed by both, which is what forced me to come to terms with the fact that I was being played like a fiddle for a fool.

The entire thing was incredibly immature and ridiculous. Fiction does not affect reality on a 1:1 scale, and it's better for dark topics to be explored in fiction than in real life. That doesn't mean I should have been harassed for not wanting to interact with a certain aspect of it, but that also means I should have just blocked people who were harassing me instead of giving them the angry responses they wanted.

I will fully admit to many of my responses being made out of anger, fear and with more generalizations than they should have been because of the above. Those people were also harassing my friends and I, so I do not feel remorse for being unkind, only for being unfair with my comparisons of fiction to reality.

I have never told anyone to kill themselves, that they should be caught in an accident, or harassesed anyone. I hate the way it feels to be told those things, and I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemies nor the people who harassed me.

Should you scroll down into my blog, you may encounter some of this very angry discourse, and you will, due tumblr showing you the most recent posts first, encounter some of the final, angriest pieces of that discourse without the context for any of it. So here's your context, make of it what you will, and I can only hope that you don't judge me solely on 14-18 year old me's poor descisions and reactions.

[osaemu]

MEETING THEIR FAMILY FT. JJK MEN

✩ ‧ ˚. synopsis: [ GOJO, GETO, TOJI, MEGUMI ] what's it like meeting their families for the first time?

contents: fem!reader. fluff. established relationships. toji's part is a little suggestive. dad!gojo in megumi's part.

★ ━ SATORU GOJO

"if my dad glares at you, just smile back. it'll piss him off, and it'll be funny. and if my mom tries to hug you, just let her. and if-"

"satoru."

your boyfriend's mouth snaps shut as an impatient voice sounds from behind him. satoru turns around and lets out a lengthy sigh. "long time no see, old man."

you recognize satoru's dad from the pictures, but he's even more intimidating in person. he has the same tufty white hair as his son, but his gray eyes are devoid of all the warmth in satoru's.

"satoru, will you ever grow up?" his dad sighs, barely looking at you before fixing his eyes back on your boyfriend. satoru’s dad raises an eyebrow as if he's waiting for something, but the only gesture he recieves from his son is an eye roll.

if satoru wasn't so carefree, you probably would've been crushed by the sheer tension in the room by now. but your boyfriend slings an arm around your shoulders and smirks down at you, trying to ease away some of your discomfort.

"ah, won't you even say hi to my girlfriend?" satoru cooes, still looking down at you from over his sunglasses. "c'mon, old man, i know you have it in you to be friendly!"

satoru's dad ignores him, gray eyes now focused on you. underneath the yukata that satoru insisted you wear, you fidget with your fingernails, suddenly feeling rather out of place.

after a moment, satoru's dad makes a disapproving face, but (out of courtesy) extends his hand. "nice to meet you." 

his tone makes it sound like this is the last thing he finds nice about today, but you shake his hand anyways. he has a firm grip, and as he pulls away he looks back at satoru, whose eyes have narrowed slightly.

"your mother wanted to see you," satoru's dad says, gesturing to the area behind him. "don't keep her waiting." and with that, the head of the gojo household strolls away, each step perfectly aligned with the next.

satoru watches him leave, a strange expression on his face. “sorry ‘bout him."

he hesitates before quietly murmuring, "he didn’t really like suguru either.”

you don’t really know what to say to that, and neither does satoru. after a second, he exhales and takes your hand, a lopsided grin on his face. “i think my mom’ll like you. she likes everyone.”

and she does – satoru’s mom is endearing and welcoming. the second you poke your head in after satoru, she gasps and rushes over to give you a hug. 

satoru’s mom resembles her son less than his dad, but you can still see bits of satoru in her features. the shape of his eyes and his smile, two of your favorite things about your boyfriend, definitely come from his mother.

“ah, you’re so pretty!” satoru’s mom says, pinching your cheek fondly. “does my son treat you well?”

you laugh and glance over at satoru, who’s looking at his mom and his girlfriend affectionately. both of your hands are now clasped in his mom’s, and it’s so much warmer in here than outside with his dad.

“he does his best,” you reply, laughing at the devastated look on satoru's unfairly pretty face. 

“i do more than my best!” he says indignantly, walking over to you and hugging you from behind. “you said i’m the best boyfriend you’ve ever had!”

satoru’s mom smiles at your banter, watching tenderly at how happy her son seems. she and satoru’s dad were only married in name – there was no love in their relationship. so to see her son, who had once flipped off his dad for even suggesting an arranged marriage, in a happy relationship? that was the best gift she could’ve gotten.

satoru notices the soft smile on his mom’s face and mirrors it with one of his own.

the gojo’s don’t have it half-bad.

★ ━ TOJI FUSHIGURO

"megs, where are you?" your boyfriend calls, unlocking the door and pushing it open. toji gestures for you to go in first before following and locking the door behind you. "megumi?"

tonight was the first night you were spending at toji's place – before, the two of you had mostly met in bars and hotels. this was the first time you'd actually get to see his home.

most of it is what you'd expect – beige colored walls, comfortable-looking furniture, and hints of traditional elements here and there. 

what you didn't expect was for a little kid with a prominent scowl to appear out of nowhere. "what is it?" he asks your boyfriend, surveying you with his dark blue eyes before asking "and who's she?"

toji kneels down to the kid's height and ruffles his hair, grinning when his hand gets swatted away. "she's the pretty girl i told you about, remember?"

"i barely listen to half the things you say."

"watch it, kid. that mouth's gonna get you in trouble someday," toji says amusedly before standing back up and smirking at you. "this's my kid, megumi."

toji's son has the same spiky black hair as he does. in fact, coupled with his matching dark eyes, he's almost like a miniature toji.

you meet megumi's eyes and offer a smile. "hey."

megumi narrows his eyes slightly before crossing his arms and looking back at toji. "you bring home too many girls," he says plainly.

"and you hated all of them," toji grumbles, reaching out to ruffle megumi's hair affectionately. toji looks up at you and scoffs, muttering "don't listen to megs. he's just try'n to get you to break up with me."

megumi futilely tries to push toji's hand away, but this time your boyfriend doesn't let megumi's little hands dictate his own. 

amid toji's laughs and megumi's protests, you watch their banter endearingly. it's not all that common to see this softer side of toji – well, soft would still be the wrong word, but it could work.

"so," toji says conversationally after ushering megumi away. "what'd you think?"

"of megumi?"

"no shit," he says dryly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "i'm curious." his dark eyes focus on your own, and you can tell that he's genuinely interested in your opinion.

you shrug and say "he seems... sweet." toji laughs at that and shakes his head.

"you serious?" he asks, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "well, i think he likes you."

"really?" megumi didn't really give you any hints as to how he felt about you (just like when you met his dad), so you were mostly in the dark. "how do you know?"

toji removes his hand from around your shoulders and smoothes his hair, a lazy grin forming on his lips. "every other time i bring a girl home, he just scowls n' walks away. he stuck around this time."

"oh." 

you turn and glance back to where megumi was and think for a second before looking up at toji suspiciously. "and how many girls have you brought here before?"

"for all i care, zero.

★ ━ MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

the first time megumi brings you home, an arm casually wrapped around your shoulders, you wonder why he didn't warn you what was coming.

"megumi!" a familiar voice calls from another room. "you're late!"

there's only one person you know with a voice as distinct as that one, and he pokes his head out from the corner and confirms your suspicions. 

it's satoru gojo, the strongest sorcerer alive, and apparently, your boyfriend's acting father figure. before you can turn to megumi and demand answers, gojo calls "megumi, since when do you have a girlfriend?"

he doesn't know?

megumi scowls and removes his arm from your shoulders and tucks a hand into his pocket. "why're you home so early?"

gojo looks at him from over his dark sunglasses and grins. "what, are you not happy to see me?" he tsks, before fixing his cerulean eyes on you. "you're megumi's girlfriend, yeah?"

it's hard to answer while those piercing eyes are locked on your own, but you manage to smile and nod. "yeah, i am." 

"tch, i'm not that scary," gojo grumbles, running a hand through his white hair and flopping down on one of the chairs. before he can continue talking, megumi grabs your hand and starts to walk away.

"c'mon, let's go to my room," he mutters, ignoring gojo's protests in the background. "i'll explain there."

the second megumi shuts the door behind him, you pull your hand away and cross your arms. "why didn't you tell me that satoru gojo was your dad?"

"he's not."

"fine, your guardian or whatever," you huff, squinting your eyes. "he's practically famous around here!"

megumi sits on the corner of his bed and fixes his dark blue eyes on you intently. "that's why i didn't tell you."

well, it wasn't a very good excuse, but it could be a lot worse. and megumi's not entirely wrong either – had you known that megumi was living with gojo beforehand, you would've acted drastically different. 

"could've at least given me a heads-up," you mumble, plopping down next to him. "then i might've been able to avoid looking like an idiot."

"you didn't look like an idiot," megumi responds automatically. "maybe just a little... timid? nervous? sh-"

before he can continue, a pillow hits him in the face. "what? i was just-"

another pillow interrupts him. "you're terrible at comforting people!" you huff, brandishing another pillow like a sword. "and you didn't even tell him about me beforehand! that was his first impression of me! ever!"

megumi picks up the two pillows you already threw at him and narrows his eyes at the third one in your hands. "i didn't have a reason to tell him."

"why not?"

"he'd be annoying about it."

you stick your tongue out at him and wrap your arms around the pillow, smiling when you see megumi visibly react. "i think that'd be funny."

megumi scowls, and your smile turns into a full-fledged grin. on the other hand, megumi's scowl deepens when gojo opens the door and pokes his head inside. 

"c'mon, you two, have some food. you just came back from school," he says, briefly eying the pillows in both of your hands. "what were you-"

"okay," megumi interrupts, standing up quickly and offering a hand to you. "let's go."

the rest of the day passes quickly. their house is entertaining – you'll never get tired of the way gojo constantly tries to bug megumi, and the way megumi never reacts will never get old. 

and when it's time for megumi to walk you home, you think that he's lucky to have someone like gojo to lean on. sure, he has a reputation for being anything but reliable, but just from spending a couple hours with the two of them, you can tell that gojo would really do anything for megumi.

★ ━ SUGURU GETO

“suguru, are your parents scary?”

your dark-haired boyfriend looks up at the sound of your whispered questinon, surprised. “what makes you say that?”

you shrug, crossing your arms and looking around. the two of you are sitting on the floor in his parents’ house – apparently suguru wants to surprise them. he hasn’t visited in a really long time, and to bring you along? he thought it was a master plan.

“i don’t know, your house is just so neat,” you say, still blown away by how everything is just in place. 

suguru laughs and shakes his head. “since when are neat people scary?”

“since i said so.”

before suguru can tell you all about why you’re wrong, a tall dark-haired man walks in, talking with someone on his phone. when he sees you and suguru, he stops talking.

after a second, he slowly says “i’ll call you back,” and flips his phone closed. “suguru?”

your boyfriend smiles warmly and stands up, walking over to the man and doing the half-handshake half-hug thing that guys do.

“where’s mom?” suguru asks, pulling away after a second and looking around. the man (presumably his dad) smiles and calls out an unfamiliar name.

“what is it? do we have visitors?” a female voice shouts back, sounding like it’s coming closer. a short woman with smile lines around her eyes walks in through one of the many doorways and perks up when she sees suguru and you. “suguru!”

your boyfriend’s smile widens into a grin, and he runs into the woman’s arms.

they seem like a tight-knit family, and it’s nice to see suguru this relaxed. lately, he’s been a bit on edge, but you weren’t entirely sure why. not wanting to interrupt the family moment, you stay sitting and watch them confer, feeling a bit out of place. then, suguru turns and gestures for you to come to him.

“i haven’t introduced you to my girlfriend yet, have i?” he says, comfortably wrapping an arm around your shoulders. suguru’s parents wear matching endearing smiles, and you wonder how you could have ever thought they’d be scary.

suguru’s dad has dark circles under his eyes, probably from the business lifestyle suguru’s mentioned to you a couple times. on the other hand, his mom looks well-rested, but they both seem like really nice people.

“oh, she’s so pretty!” suguru’s mom says warmly, opening her arms for a hug. you smile and hug her, a bit surprised by how tight her hugs are.

and just like that, the whole space becomes ten times more welcoming. suguru’s mom offers you a cup of tea, but you insist that you can make one yourself. 

“come on, sweetheart,” she says, taking both your hands in her own. “let me make a cup of tea for my daughter-in-law, please?”

daughter-in-law?

“oh, we’re not-” you and suguru both say at the same time, nervous smiles creeping up both of your faces.

“we’ll see,” is all suguru’s mom says as she turns and strolls off to the kitchen, humming a tune that sounds vaguely familiar.

“ah, sorry about my wife,” suguru’s dad says dryly. he has the same narrow eyes as suguru, but his hair is thinner than his son’s. “she can be a bit… overbearing,” he continues affectionately.

“it’s fine,” you say, a smile finding its way to your lips. 

“more than fine,” suguru chimes in, pulling you closer. 

it really is.

[thegetoufather]

AN EXERCISE IN RESTRAINT • SUGURU GETOU

suguru getou x f!reader

wc: 1.2k

warnings: minors/ageless blogs dni, smut, 18+, fem dom, bondage, cock ring, oral (m!recieving), snowballing, AU where getou is a non evil teacher

a/n: ive been called thegetoufather and this is my first getou fic HEHEHE better later than never, much love to my betas @dilfphobes & @karikarasuno for indulging in my getou brain rot and @whats-her-quirk my fem dom möther who gave this the final stamp of approval and cemented my confidence in this.

Suguru’s been huffing since he stepped into the door.

He breezes past you in the kitchen, the usual greeting squeeze of your hips traded for a heated breath.

He’s angry, if the way he isn’t taking it out on the green onions isn’t making it obvious enough. The grip he has on the knife is tighter than normal, the thud of the metal against the wood ringing across the walls. You turn your attention away from the stove momentarily to slip your arms around his waist as you press your cheek into his back.

“What’s wrong, Suguru?”

He grunts in response.

“Mmmm,” you hum, “You said so much, I know exactly how to help now.”

“It’s Satoru,” he sighs. “He interfered with my lesson again.”

“What did he say?”

“He challenged the concept of strength. It’s not all about sheer power or skill, as he inserted. There’s more to it that I was trying to teach, but he overrode it to take everyone to play baseball.”

“And what do you feel it is?” You push.

“Patience. Power gathers when we learn when we can sit back and judge when it needs to be used, and how much we need to expend when.”

“So strength comes from restraint?”

“Exactly!” Getou states, turning around to look at you. “Satoru is born with skill, his methods won’t work for everyone.”

You nod, the start of a smile tugging on your lips. Getou’s eyebrow quirks when he notices, hand coming up to cup your chin so he can get a better look at the mischief dancing in your eyes.

“What are you grinning about here?”

“Nothing!” You defend, “Just wondering about how you yourself practice restraint, that’s all.”

“Meditation. Breath Training. There’s a list of several other things but practicing control has allowed me to expand the forms my manipulated curses can take.”

“And since you’re Mr. Meticulous and Controlled at Jujustu Techinical, you let that facade go when you bend me over the couch when you’ve barely taken two steps into our house?”

It’s hard to stifle your laugh now. You’ve always known that Suguru’s teaching style has been different from the way he behaves with you — commanding a stern respect from his students that extends to you when you visit him for lunch. That same dominance has bled into the bedroom several times, but restraint has hardly ever been involved.

Getou cracks a weak smile in response. “Can’t help it when you look that good in your little apron when I walk in.” You receive that overdue squeeze to your hips, his hands ghosting further to the fat of your ass to bring you closer, but you extend your hand to his chest to stop him.

“What’s wrong?” he asks. “Thought you loved it when I took you when I pleased.”

“I do, I just think, perhaps tonight, maybe it could be something similar to one of your lessons.”

The bedroom is dimly lit with the flickering candles that rest on the side tables, the warm orange glow illuminating the sweat that's starting to bead on Suguru’s bound form.

Hard planes of muscle stretch against the purple binds that hold him to the chair you have set out in the middle of the room. His chest is heaving, he’s desperate, forced to watch you take your time as you reapply that shade of crimson for what feels like the 7th time.

“How are you feeling, Sugu?” You call from the bathroom, pressing your lips together to let the color set in.

Terrible, he wants to say. Needy, he wants to yell. You’ve kept him waiting long enough, and each step you take causes the lilac babydoll to swish ever so slightly against the contours of your body — and he swears each move you make his cock throb against his abdomen.

You lean forward to kiss him, cradling his face as you press wine-violet lip marks across alabaster cheekbones before finally slotting your mouth against his. He’s desperate, tongue slipping into your mouth the first opportunity he gets in a fleeting attempt to get some taste of you.

But that’s where you pull back, moving away to grab the items you’ve set out on the bed next to him. You pour a generous amount of lube in your hands, swirling the lube between your fingertips before you wrap your hand around his aching cock.

His thighs twitch with every shallow pump you give him, just so excited to finally being touched, but little does he know, he’s just being prepped.

You swear you can hear him whimper when your touch leaves him, and it only makes the fabric of your thong start to stick to your crotch.

“I’m not leaving you, Sugu,” you coo, “Just getting ready to add a little more fun.” You hold up the black cock ring between manicured nails, slipping the soft silicone over his flared head.

Getou moans as he feels the ring move down his shaft, voice cracking slightly when it's snug against the dark curls at the base.

You pause to admire your handiwork, watching the veins begin to come to life against the velvety skin. It’s the first time in all the times you’ve knelt before him that you’ve seen the pride that lights his dark irises disappear, replaced with absolute wanton need, and you are damn well sure that you’re going to savor every second of it.

You wrap your hand around him softly, the feel of the smooth skin of your palm nearly making Getou keen. He can see that you’re getting off on his misery, so he bites his bottom lip to hold in the noises he wants to let out.

He fails instantly, the second shallow pump tugging an “oh” from his mouth, and you smirk because you’ve got him where you want him, tightening your grip as you continue to move. Each stroke makes him let out a choked sob, his skin to pull against his abs in the process. You pause when your thumb reaches his head, trading moving your wrist for tight circles around his slit. Getou’s back arches off the chair with the motion, pushing his cock further into your touch as he whines, babbling nonsense that you know is simply pleading for more. He’s getting impatient, you can feel it in the way his thighs twitch around you, so you look up at him and hold his gaze while you remove your hand, watching the initial sense of relief crumble as he realizes your touch is gone.

“N-n-no, p-please, plea-” His begging gets cut short with a swift slap to his cock, Getou nearly jumping off of his seat. The ties keep him in place, but the chair lifts off the ground, silence befalling the room once more as the legs land back on the hardwood.

“Who is in charge tonight, Sugu?” you ask sternly.

“Y-you.”

“And what did we say tonight was about?”

“Patience.”

“Good boy,” you praise, leaning forward till you were inches away from the angry head of his cock. “Do you want me to suck you off?”

Getou nods furiously, the feel of your breath against him driving him insane. Patience be damned, he needs you, and he’s willing to play along if it means it means relief.

You maintain eye contact as you part your lips, wrapping softly around him as you start to move forward down his length. The timbre of the groan he lets out is ringing in your ears, and you can start to feel your panties stick to your folds. He’s so thick you can feel it splitting you, spit starting to trickle down from the corner of your mouth as you breathe through your nose and push forward. He’s finally hit the back of your throat, your lips now pressed against the ring. Getou is a sight from this angle, face all flushed and heady, inky black hair falling loose from its top knot. You bat your eyelashes before you pull back, beginning to bob up and down with a steady rhythm that gets him groaning your name like a symphony once more.

With each time you press against his pelvis, you leave a wine lip mark against the silicon ring that’s keeping him this hard, almost as a thank you to the toy that’s let you play with him for this long. He’s putty in your hands, but you can feel him starting to reach the end of your little game, so you reach over to brush your thumb along the seam of his balls, and he swears, spilling into your mouth. With the way you’ve been teasing him, there’s just so much, the milky white starts to slip past the seal of your lips. So you open your mouth and press his shaft to your tongue, giving him a perfect view of you milking him dry.

You hold it in your mouth as you rise off your bruised knees, straddling Getou’s waist as you rake your fingers through his hair. He looks up at you with half lidded eyes and a panting mouth as you till his head back, letting you slip your thumb past his lips as you open his jaw. He knows what’s about to happen, he’s done it to you several times before, so he leans into your kiss, anticipating the mix of seed and saliva that’s going to fall on his tongue. He takes it all in obediently, relishing in the way you push it into his mouth, nothing but admiration in his eyes as you finally pull back once it's all done.

“Perhaps,” he manages between breaths, “Perhaps patience is a virtue I enjoy practicing here too.”

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[imasorenson]

What they gifted as a secretsanta (Fablehaven 2021 edition) :

here is my annual secret santa at fablehaven!! 3 years going strong, i hope you’ll like it !!

kendra : she got warren and gave him two tickets to go parachute jumping and a cooking book ( and i quote ) because « eating grilled cheese everyday is not healthy, not even when you had brocolis warren, you’re supposed to be an adult ». she also went over the budget by buying him a first aid kit, cause he’s always doing something stupid.

seth : he got vanessa (again, he gets her every single year it’s like a running gag) and he gave her twilight merchs but it was team jacob, since last year he gave her a mug and a tshirt team edward. ruth got mad at him so he also bought tea and things to make coffee for the actual gift.

warren : he got bracken and he went all in, he bought matching hoodies for him and bracken with bromance written on the back, he made a mug with his own face all over it and he bought matching bffs necklaces because he couldn’t stop laughing at the thought of them wearing the cheap necklaces together (of course bracken started to wear it instantly).

vanessa : she got mara and she was so excited to get her because vanessa thinks mara is a fashion icon, she bought her jackets, pants, hats, everything she thought would fit her aesthetic. literally everyone wishes vanessa picked them because she never follows the budget limit, she loves buying personal gifts way too much. mara was really excited to try everything on.

bracken : he got kendra and he got so stressed about what to buy her, she always makes amazing gifts so he wanted to be up to her expectations. he managed to find a creative way to spend time with her and make her happy. he made a box full of cozy things, like socks, things to make hot chocolate, candy, popcorn, blankets, etc. and he explained her that it was for a movie night that he had plan, they would watch a movie outside with little lights and a projector. kendra’s favorite movie is lord of the rings, so he of course told her they would watch that (the extended edition).

ruth : she got stan, she took the occasion to bought him things he never take the time to buy. he always says he’s fine and he doesn’t need it (which is not true). so ruth bought him new boots, new shirts (without holes in them cause she literally can’t look at the ones he’s wearing anymore cause she gets annoyed), and a new set of kitchen stoves so he can make pancakes in pretty ones.

tanu : he got seth and tanu was actually really happy to get him. he already knew what he wanted to give him and he really hoped seth would like the idea. he made him his own « potion master starter pack » and promised him to teach him the basics of it, seth was so exited that he wanted to start right away.

mara : she got tanu, mara is very thoughtful and she always listen to what people tell her, so she bought gifts tanu talked about in the past (like socks, a water bottle, etc) she even went on a special mission to get him things that he needed for his potions. he was so happy that he almost cried.

stan : he got ruth and stan is surprisingly really good at wrapping gifts, but he’s the worst at finding them. he asked the help of kendra and she told him books her grandmother wanted (she didn’t expect him to buy them all but he did), ruth recieved so many books that she could create a whole new library with them.

dale : he got trask, when they gave each other their gifts it was actually hilarious, everyone was trying to hold back their laughters, because dale and trask barely know each other and they’re both pretty reserved people, and for some reason they gave each other the exact same gifts, which they both loved, they talked about their gifts the whole night and realized they had many things in common. the gifts in question were a whole set of cds by their favorite band and some headphones of really good quality.

trask : he got dale and like i said, they both bounded with their love for music.

[emperor-palpaminty]

Green-Eyed Jealousy

In which Tech is very possessive of the Jedi (reader). This one is a smidgen longer, so get snacks! *also comment or let me know if you want a part 2 which may be somewhat... spicier????*

It was no secret that you were the most beautiful creature in the galaxy. To Tech, at least, and also the other regs within .72 kliks of the Jedi’s radius. His Jedi.

Currently, Tech was sitting to the side, skimming through his holopad but only half-attentive to its contents. The Jedi was currently in the process of chatting with some shinies, some seasoned troops, and all regs. She was polite, kind, and even laughed at some things they said. Tech’s jaw tightened and he fought his gaze back down to his holopad. 

“Our Jedi is nice,” Wrecker chimed in behind him. “She’s doing good talking to everyone and stuff.”

“Yes, Wrecker,” Tech’s voice ebbed on irritation, even dropping an octave as he glanced up. “She is very nice.”

“Heard one of them talking about how pretty she is, too. And she is pretty!” Wrecker plunked down next to Tech, tugging at the peel of a fresh fruit. It had been a while since they had recieved anything other than dried rations, and Wrecker had been doing nothing but drooling over the concept of anything other than preserved food. 

His hand tightened against the rim of the holopad so tight, it began to shake. “They were commenting on her appearance?”

The affirmative sound came from around the fruit shoved in Wrecker’s mouth. It was all Tech needed. His fingers gave, and the rim of the holopad shattered with a single crack. Tech set it aside, rising and reaching for his helmet. He tugged it on quickly, his face concealed in the plastoid armor. “Wrecker, can you do a favor and find me a new pad? Supplies always have extra.” Tech’s voice was distant and he walked on his own past Wrecker’s swelling confusion. He rose to full height, shoulders rolling as he exhaled, feeling a confident swagger settle in his hips. His hands fell open, he forced them to relax, even though his face was humilitaingly red under his helmet.

“... scouting mission, ya know,” One clone was bragging, scratching the scruff on his jaw and stretching. The Jedi smiled politely, shrugging off her thick brown robe to reveal her tan garmets, which extended long, modestly, but were hugged to her waist with a belt that had her weapon, reminding those around her she was not only a woman, but a monster, a marvel, a warrior. Tech loved all of that.

“General,” Tech spoke, voice far steadier than he felt. The regs stoopped and turned, taking him in with half disgust. He felt his voice drop a few octaves. “I wanted to discuss something with you regarding the tactics for the upcoming mission.”

The previous clone scoffed. “Yeah, buddy, the General is kind of busy.”

The Jedi, a smile pressing her lips, raised her hand politely. “Thank you, but I can determine what is valuable of my time. I believe tactics are of high priority.” She wrapped the long robe around her arm, stepping away from the group of regs, moving past Tech, all six-foot-four of him, her folded robe brushing against the thigh of his armor. “Lead the way, Tech,” She practically crooned, watching him stride past.

Tech glowed under the visor, doing everything to not smirk at the glaring regs and following the Jedi.

___

Naturally, the General assigned herself and Tech to do scouting on the tactical mission. Tech climbed up the cliff, turning back and looking down at the climbing Jedi. “Need a hand?”

She beamed at him, the loose strands of hair whipping against her cheeks. “I’ll take that.” She reached up, allowing him to grasp her and tug her up. Was it just him, or did her fingers squeeze his wrist? He stared down at her hand, memorizing the shape, the feeling, the pressure of how her fingers felt in his.

She moved her hand away, glancing around from the cliff at the view. "Wow," she exhaled. She turned back to him, robe whipping around her. “The view is stunning.”

The breath was almost knocked out of him. “Yes,” He sighed, before quickly snapping himself out of it. “Yes, it is beautiful.” He glanced at his wrist, typing on it to examine it. “It seems like we are about seven hundred and fifty meters up.”

She leaned over his shoulder, glancing down at his wrist. She reached down and took a hold of his forearm, admiring. “I need one of those,” She grinned, lashes touching her cheeks as she looked down. “That’s pretty neat.”

Tech exhaled, nodding, watching her eyes light up as she looked up at him. “Yes, I find it very useful.” He was free to smile all he wanted under his helmet. She caught his lungs, his breath, and he was forever at her mercy.

“Tech?” She leaned up, softly pressing a hand up his arm, now on his bicep. “Are you okay?”

Her lips had no right to say his name so deliciously. “Yes, I’m fine.” The human body had many interesting features that Tech liked. One hand alne had twenty-seven bones and one hundred ligaments, and blood vesselse could encircle an average planet several times, but there was no human aspect that piqued his interest more than those lips. He shook himself from his trance and glanced up. "We should keep going. With luck, we can arrive by nightfall."

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Turns out, they only had one tent. Two bedrolls, but one tent. Tech's palms began to sweat when he realized this, tucking the two mats in the tent as far away from each other as he could. He racked his brain, trying to remember if he snored or spoke in his sleep.

The soldier glanced at the Jedi, who was now stoking the small fire she had started. She glanced up at Tech with a smile, mid-blowing on the kindling. He offered a smile back but turned away, face warm, half wishing he had an excuse to clamp his helmet back on his face and never remove it. He was entirely confident with it on, thank you, and would prefer to not let her know how red his face constantly was around her.

"That should be good for the night." She sat back, crossing her knees and propping her chin on her kneecaps. "Between the fire ans the two of us in the tent, we'll be warm in no time." Her eyes closed, and she smiled slightly.

Body heat.

Kriff. He was going to die tonight.

To distract himself, Tech began to thumb off his plastoid chest armor. He slept with his top half of the armor off- he simply got a better night's sleep like that. He paused, glancing at the Jedi, feeling the fleeting her eyes pressed on him.

He only caught the last moment of her eyes darting away from his arms as he slid off his bicep armor. "Everything good,"

"Yeah." She smiled, tucking her hair behind her ears, still looking out at the night sky, bright and brilliant with speckles of the infinity above them. "Tech, I'm glad we were assigned on this together." She crossed her arms and shuddered a bit, but her lips stayed complacent in their smile.

He watched her shudder, face and eyes brilliant in the firelight. He paused, glancing at where he had been thinking of sitting, across the whole fire from her, and instead walked around and distanced himself an arm away from her, tucking down and sliding next to her. "It doesn't get below freezing here." He paused, grasping the pack they had with them and tugging out the blanket. "Here." He settled it around her shoulders.

She glanced at him, smiling softly, eyes scanning his face. "Thank you." She reached a hand back and laid it on his, squeezing his fingers slightly, gaze piercing through his lenses.

Tech couldn't avoid it. His eyes flickered down her face, landing momentarily on her parted lips. He felt her fingers press tighter and admired her lips curve upwards more. His face warmed and he looked up at her, swallowing hard as she cocked her head to the side, hair brushing his fingers as it spilled over her shoulders. "Tech, I-"

He drew his hands back, snapping back into the moment, clearing his throat. "Pardon me. It's been a long day." He glanced at the fire, hunching forward. "How are you feeling? I know Jedi have some unnatural abilities, so you're probably holding together very well."

She nodded, wrapping the blanket tighter. "Yeah. I don't have any exact percentages. Probably... eighty percent?" She chuckled, scooting closer to him.

Tech shook his head, laughing softly. "Fascinating. That much, huh?"

"Mhm. How about you?" She nudged him with her shoulder.

The clone shrugged, leaning back on his hands. "I would say... fifty-seven point three percent."

"So precise."

Her quips could turn a long trek into a pleasurable hike, and the jedi's giggles only made the eve that much more special.

It took him a moment to realize the warmth he felt came not from the fire, but from her scooting to only be a few agonizing inches from him.

___

The Jedi crawled into the tent, shucking her top garments and leaving on only a loose white shirt with her breeches. "Are you coming?" She debated between the mats, finally opting to the one on her left.

"Yes," the voice from outside sighed, somewhat reluctantly. He crawled in. "I had to douse the fire. There are several predators lurking up here."

She hummed contentedly, patting her robe up and setting it on his mat. "Is that so?"

"Yes. According to the sounds I heard on the way up here, and several nets." He pulled his glasses up over his head, squinting and rubbing where the band had irritated him. He settled onto his mat, thanking the jedi softly for laying down her robe for him as a pillow. "I... I don't believe I snore. But I apologize in advance."

She shrugged, rolling onto her side to face him, beaming. "It's okay. I'm told I'm a hugger when a sleep." She tugged down whatever hair was still pulled back and let it roll gracefully down her neck. Tech had to stare at the roof of the tent, closing his eyes, attempting to not think of how at her most relaxed she was her most casual and caring and... oddly domestic.

He closed his eyes as he heard her hum again. "I like you with your glasses. I guess I never thought about how you would look with them off."

"Heh." Tech smiled, still demanding his eyes stay shut, but casually. "Thanks."

There was a pause, and her mat ruffled on the ground. He didn't have to open his eyes to know this, because she bumped her mat against his. "It's tight in here."

Force take him. Tech closed his eyes and waited for her breathing to slow and her to drift off into sleep before he could make himself relax. As soon as he began easing into slumber, he felt her arm drape over him, and she gave a lilting sigh in her sleep.

Tech's eyes popped open. Her sleeping face was one of good dreams as she nestled closer to his heat. Tech sighed and, deciding it wouldn't hurt- just this once, and he could hold his jedi to simply ease the raging jealousy he felt from earlier- slipped an arm over her and tugged her in, relaxing and not resisting sleep as he realized how well she fit in his arms and the curve of his body.

[that-damn-girl]

(2) Daze of Pollen

(Work in Progress - 2 of 8; Slow updates)

Chapter 1

Daze of Pollen Materlist

Pairing: (cis)fem!Reader x Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Sam Wilson

Words: 2500+

Warnings: Smut. 18+ only please. Oral (female recieving). Threesome (penetrative sex is in the next chapter). Not exactly bondage but restraining using physical strength. Size kink. That’s it I guess.

Summary: Bucky, Steve, Sam and you are in the safe house post mission when a retrieved Hydra device activates, releasing a kind of pollen you don’t know of, but the effects of which are soon discovered.

A/N: And the smut begins! Sorry this took some while. I’m still taking kink requests if you have any. Hope you enjoy it! 

Request included: Not sure if this qualifies but for Daze of Pollen how about a scene where they decide to pin down/restrain one of them while the another person goes to town teasing them?

Also, since size kink was in demand it’s a personal favorite of mine, it’s gonna be kinda constant throughout the fic. So the reader is short in height only. For rest of the part, I’ve tried my best to stay neutral.

You didn't know who leaned into whom, but you didn't care. Soft lips touched yours, drawing you in a  kiss. His metal arm curved around your waist, pulling you impossibly close to himself instantly, the other hand slithering up your neck to cup cheeks. His tight hold on you caused you to lean back, but his arm kept you firm against him, tightly pressed to his form.

Despite his eager demeanor, Bucky kissed you with such a gentleness, his lips playing with yours with such soft, feather light touches, it genuinely took you aback, only leaving you yearning for more. Tilting his head, Bucky deepened the kiss. Soft moans arose from your throat, which were swallowed by him.

His hands streamed down to your butt, squeezing your cheeks appreciably. Grabbing your thighs, he hiked them around his waist, lifting you off your feet and into his strong hold. He carried you to your bedroom with slow, measured steps, your hands tightening around his neck to balance yourself. The two other men were left all by themselves in the living room.

Sam and Steve looked at each other, a little dumbfounded, unsure what they needed to do, where they stood.

"Do we…" Steve started, gesturing to follow you and Bucky.

"Uh, I guess…?" Sam answered, unsure of how to go about it. It wasn't every day that he and his friends inhaled some evil organization's pollen and needed to get each other's rocks off to survive. Nevertheless, he followed you and Bucky to your bedroom, curious to see how this would unfold. Steve wasn't far behind.

Bucky sat down on your bed, settling you on his lap, legs on either side of his waist. One of his hands stayed on your butt, kneading your ass, while the other traveled back to your face, cupping it in his protective hold. Your face nuzzled into the heat of his palm, seeking more of him.

Everything else was lost to you, your mind abandoning all thoughts except one. Bucky. Bucky. Bucky. His gentle touches on your body. The delicate kisses on your lips. His hands kept you close to him in his caring and protective hold, pulling you into the heat of his body. Your shorter frame settled snugly in his larger one.

"Always wanted to do this, doll. You don't know how long I've wanted to kiss you, taste you, devour those fucking sweet lips." Bucky said in between the kisses. "Didn't know it'd come down to this though. Kissing you only because I had to."

You pulled back, taken aback by his confession. "You did?" You asked, heart thrumming wildly.

Bucky nodded. "Day and night, doll. Since forever." The rough pad of his thumb glided across your bottom lip. "Always wanted to hold and kiss you silly so fucking bad."

You couldn't believe it. You had always liked these men, wanted them too - because fuck, how could you not? Admittedly, Bucky a little more than the rest. But to know Bucky wanted you too? Not just as the close friend you had become over the years, but really wanted you in the most sinful ways as you wanted him? It drove you to a new high.

"Fuck, Bucky. Me too." Your lips dawned on his in a harsh kiss.

It lasted only a moment before Bucky pulled back. "Because of the pollen?" He asked, brows furrowed. Worried that your response was only because of the effect the pollen had on you.

"Fuck the pollen. You're what I want, Bucky. You're what I need." You insisted, determined to make him see that you wanted him just as much.

Looking into your eyes, Bucky knew that you weren't lying. That there were no reasons to doubt your words. The disclosure released something primal in him. Knowing that he was wanted, needed even, that too by you, the one person he desired above everyone else? He couldn't hold himself back for a second longer.

With a growl, he pulled you back into him, plump lips kissing you wildly. Any trace of softness left him as he kissed you with an unparalleled hunger. A desire you had never seen before. The kiss grew hot and heated as his tongue traced your lips and entered you not long after. His tongue danced with yours skillfully, lips devouring yours passionately. Bucky gave his all into the kiss, his mind clouded with the thoughts of you and only you.

The outline of his half hard member was prominent beneath your thighs, even through the thick fabric of his jeans. Without giving it much thought, you ground your hips into his, focusing your movements around his length. Bucky groaned at how good it felt. Fingers grabbed your ass as he guided your flow, pushing your hips down on his. Slotting your core directly over his shaft, you rolled your hips unceasingly, drawing pleasure filled moans from both of you.

Not long after, you felt your body heat up. The clothes stuck to your form, the fabric brushing against your skin in the harshest and most irritating of manners. It was nearly suffocating, the feel of the offending fabric overwhelming all your other senses. It only left you with the urge to get rid of them and free your body of the confines.

"God, I'm so hot." Murmuring against his lips, you made to pull off your sweatshirt, leaving you only in your bra.

Bucky only gazed at your chest in wonder for a moment, eyes shining bright. "Fuck, you're perfect." His face landed on your chest, nipping and sucking right above the swell of your breasts. Hands went around your back to unclasp your bra, taking it off you and chucking it across the in record time.

You released a contented sigh as the cool conditioned air swept over your hot skin, the feel of Bucky's lips on your skin even more heavenly. His lips left a wet trail as he traveled down to the valley between your breasts. Your head tilted back, fingers raking through his fluffy hair to grip them tightly. Aroused even further, you could feel your panties getting damp as you rocked your hips further over his erection.

"Get me out of these clothes, Bucky. Please! It's getting too hot." The metal armed man heeded your requests, knowing that the pollen had started affecting you now, knowing exactly what you needed. Not wasting any more time, he made quick work of discarding your sweats and panties before undressing himself.

Bucky threw you down on the bed, your back hitting the mattress with a bounce. With an unsuppressed growl, he climbed on top of your small form, his broad shoulders and tall frame almost covering every bit of you, his hard cock resting heavily on your thigh. You whimpered beneath him, intimidated by his large frame in the most arousing of ways.

Bucky loved feeling your bare pressed into him, your small body quivering beneath him with a desire, a need only he could quell. "You're so fucking beautiful, baby." He breathed, lips attached to your neck, shrouding your delicate skin with hickeys. Hands wandered down your sides until he reached your core. A loud gasp left your lips as his fingers touched your bundle of nerves, stroking it skillfully and steadily.

You could feel your wetness seeping out of you little by little, the insides of your thighs already slick from your arousal. Though it was greatly appreciated, you didn't need him to make you anymore wet. All you wanted, all you needed was him stretching and filling you to your limit on his erection.

"I need you inside me. Need your cock filling me, Bucky." You whimpered under him.

"Easy, baby," He chuckled, "I'm not gonna fuck you without tasting you, making you cum on my fingers, pretty girl." And with that, he slid down your body, kneeling on the floor. Taking a hold of your legs, he dragged you down until your pussy was in his reach, all his for the taking. Resting your legs on his shoulders, he went to town.

You let out a loud, broken moan as Bucky licked a long stripe through your slit. He firmly attached his mouth to your bundle of nerves. The moist, strong muscle of his tongue drew round patterns on your clit, occasionally sucking it into the heat of his mouth.

Bucky and you were lost in each other, uncaring of the world around you. Bunching the sheets by your head, your head turned to sideways of its own accord, your body reaping the pleasures he gave you. So much so that only then did you notice your other two friends sitting on the mini couch in your room. Even from a distance, you could see the outlines of their erections, the thin material of the grey Shield sweats doing nothing to hide them. Their shirts discarded, they both palmed their erections through the fabric, a mix of discomfort and arousal on their faces. It only made your mouth water more. Extending your hand, you called out to them "Sam, Steve…"

Exchanging a glance, the men stayed rooted to their spots. It was only after another desperate call of yours that Sam's resolve broke. Striding across the room in long steps, Sam was at your side within moments. Clutching your extended hand, he brought it to his lips. "My baby girl's enjoying herself, hmm?"

Squeezing his hand, you replied, "Want you too, Sam." A wanton moan escaped your lips right then as Bucky worked magic down below.

Sam smirked. "All greedy, my baby girl is, isn't she? Always wants more and more and more."

You pathetically nodded your head in response, anything to get his hands and lips on your body. Any and all rational thoughts had left your being, leaving behind an unbridled desire, a thirst which could only be satiated by the three men.

Sam couldn't hold himself back as he saw the yearning on your face, a dazed look in your eyes, a sweet little pout on your lips. Grabbing your neck harshly, he pulled you into a long, bruising kiss.

You gasped at the suddenness, but it didn't take long for you to kiss back just as enthusiastically. His hands streamed your body as if memorizing every curve and plain, occasionally stopping at your breasts to squeeze them. You would whimper into his mouth every time he did that, and he would grin into the kiss. He turned your body a bit to the side as he laid down beside you, only enough so that you'd be comfortable and Bucky would still have space.

You grew a little bolder, deciding to creep your hand down your bodies and gripping Sam's erection through his sweats. The new Captain America choked on nothing but air in surprise. Instantly pulling away, he looked at you to find a shy grin already playing on your face, lips caught in between your teeth. You never ceased rubbing his shaft as you looked at him. Sam groaned. "You're gonna be the death of me, baby girl."

Your grin turned brighter in response. Tugging at the waistband, you whined, "Take these off Sammy, need to feel all of you against me."

Sam didn't delay in heeding to your whims, needing himself to get out of the constricting cloth. Discarding it, he quickly resumed his position beside, taking your lips in a hungry, heated kiss. Fingers running over his thick member, you took it in your hands, gripping and stroking it with a tad bit more pressure than necessary, but it was exactly what Sam needed to relieve himself. The protruding veins of his member were prominent, making your mind salivate at only the thought of his veins pulsing inside your pussy.

Something about seeing the way Sam kissed you, bordering on rough and eager. The way his palms squeezed your tits, his fingers playing with your nipples. The way your hand pumped his cock, wrist flicking, occasionally fondling his heavy balls as well, drawing out gravely moans from his throat. The way your face contorted into a mix of pleasure and bliss, a hint of longing still persisting. It spurred on Bucky even more, his length twitching.

The man in between your knees took his own uncomfortably hard cock and stroked it. After giving himself a moment of relief, Bucky left his cock to circle his arms around your thighs, diving into your core with renewed passion.

You couldn't lay still from the sensations coursing through you. Hands roaming your body, a tongue playing skillfully with your own while another working mercilessly with your clit. It was too fucking much to stay still. Your body quivered beneath the two men, your hips rising off the bed. You were yourself confused if you were pulling away from Bucky's touch or rushing towards it.  

Regardless, Bucky's hand splayed over your stomach, keeping you in place. But it wasn't enough. Your body was too excited to stay in one place. "Sam, hold her down." Bucky said.

Sam lifted your hand off his cock, bringing both your hands above your head. Crossing them, he clutching both your wrists in one hand simply. The other pushed you on the bed so that you completely laid on your back, before going back to your breast and teasing your nipple. You whimpered at the change in position. Sam clicked his tongue softly. "Shh, it's for your own good. Just enjoy it, baby."

And enjoy, you did.

Sam went back to kissing you furiously, his hands alternating between your breasts, taking turns in playing with your pebble hard nipples. Bucky ate you like a man starved. His tongue pressed down hard on your bundle of nerves, alternating between flicking and swirling it in the most pleasurable of angles. The moist heat of his mouth enveloped you. Tongue attached to your clit, at times he would shake his head too to stimulate you further.

You were truly, blissfully overwhelmed. The Falcon and the Winter Soldier took your body to new heights, closer and closer to your peak.

Thereafter, It didn't take long for your body to tip off the edge, pure pleasure coursing through your veins as your orgasm washed over you. Sam pulled back to see the blissed out expression of your face, loving the way your closed shut and your mouth opened, your toes curling as you moaned loudly, your hips bucking into Bucky's face. The man lapped at your pussy, slurping your release directly from the source, not missing one single drop of it. He moaned at your taste, his vibrations flowing through you, only prolonging your first orgasm of the night.

The first of many.

Chapter 3

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[meher-sumedha]

Alright so a Gwynriel Fan Fic Cause.... I have been reading a lot of them and love them and it's time to give back to the world. @meher-sumedha.

Edited : I am so sorry for the way I have used this fic. I never meant to hurt any feelings and I didn't know. I didn't know so much and I really am sorry.

Gwynriel Headcanon : A dinner with the Inner Circle

Trigger Warning

Nesta had invited Gwyn to a dinner with the Inner Circle, something which she had started doing very often cause she saw how much Gwyn enjoyed herself. Today was supposed to be no different. But it was, because she had heard the conversation between Azriel and Elain that day.

"What's your condition? " Elain had asked him.

"You have to reject the bond with Lucien" He told her while tucking her hair behind her ear. An action which Gwyn thought was reserved only for herself. She was wrong.

"Done, but you can't talk to that Librarian-"

"Gwyn" Azriel corrected her.

"Whatever, but you can't talk to her"

"I am her trainer, I have to talk to her". He seemed uneasy with this condition.

"Fine, but no need to talk to her any more than needed" She said and grabbed his collar and kissed him. Gwyn had forced herself pulled herself away before she could see anymore.

Gwyn was in a light pink evening dress. She had stopped wearing her clothes to the townhouse now. "Gwyn we're gonna be late, and unless you wanna sneak food from the house at 2, hurry up". He said to Gwyn while standing outside her door in the House of Wind.

Nesta had given her Rhysand's room cause he barely stayed there now.

She had become pretty comfortable with the spymaster. It all started when he caught her eating a chocolate cake in the middle of the night. And since then, whenever one of them had nightmares, they would share a cake while looking at the stars.

"I'm coming, in a minute", She said and brushed her hair. She then walked out of the door.

Azriel took her in as always and one of his shadows started playing with her hair and she giggled. Azriel then extended his hand.

"We're gonna fly cause whenever I winnow with you, you get sick everytime".

She put her hand in his not flinching once when she touched his scars. "I swear if you free fall like last time and drop me, I will make your life a living hell". He just laughed at that and picked her bridal style, ready to fly. Azriel once took her flying and he free falled from the sky with shouting Gwyn. It was their happiest moment. At least for Azriel it was, Gwyn didn't talk to him for a week after that but it was worth her hanging on to him like dear life.

"I promise I won't drop you", "AND??? ", "ANDD, I won't free fall".

"Promise? ", "Promise".

She wrapped her arms around his neck and he walked to the skies and took off. "AZZ" Gwyn shouted while he took her as high as possible. "What? You said not to free fall, this is winged up" He replied while smirking. Gwyn hid her face in his neck but then finally looked up when they stopped, right above the clouds to see Azriel's laughing face.

She had never seen him laugh, not like this at least. His shadows were out of control and for a moment Gwyn just gazed at his face. All the feelings which she had stuffed down years ago started to resurface.

Azriel stopped laughing and looked at her face for a moment. He wished that moment could last forever because the way Gwyn was looking for him, was the look of desire and want, the look he had never recieved.

"We should go, we don't want to be late or Rhys will beat my ass". She smiled at that and simply nodded before hiding her face in his neck. He always wanted to protect someone, but never got the chance to. The fact that Gwyn trusted him with herself, was the greatest honor for him

He then flied down, free falling but Gwyn didn't shout. She just held on to him. She knew that he would never let her go.

They entered at the doorstep of the townhouse and knocked. There was smiling Feyre with her messed hair at the door. "Trouble with Nyx? " Gwyn asked while walking inside. "You have no idea" She said while smiling and closing the door when Azriel entered.

"Where is he? " She asked eagerly. She loved that kid. More than anything cause she had baptised him. It had formed a kind of bond between her and Nyx.

"Don't even want to meet the others? " Azriel asked cheekily and Gwyn glared at him. Amusement shown clearly in his eyes. They entered the dining room and saw Rhys trying to stop little Nyx from crying by making funny faces at him. Something that was definitely not working.

Feyre went straight up to him and took the baby in her arms. Rhys gave her a reassuring look before walking outside, nodding at Gwyn in his way. Feyre rocked Nyx side to side and he finally went to sleep.

Feyre looked pretty tired so Gwyn went up to her and asked. "May I? " Gesturing to Nyx. She nodded and Gwyn took the baby in her arms. So gently to make sure she didn't wake him up.

"BROTHER, I CAN'T WAIT TO TELL YOU ABOUT-" Cassian was cut off by Azriel pointing to his own throat and doing a signal and mouthing SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP.

But the damage was already done, Nyx started rubbing his eyes and stir awake but then Gwyn started humming a tune which put him back to sleep. Nesta came up to her and slightly hugged her, slightly giving her an apologizing look before glaring at Cassian. Nesta was very protective of Nyx. Cassian just raised both of his hands in air in a surrender position.

Gwyn then took Nyx to his room to tuck him in his bed. Azriel's shadows followed close behind her. She tucked Nyx in the bed and kissed his forehead lightly.

She then went out of the room and closed his door behind her. She entered the dining room and took a seat beside Emerie, with Azriel on her right and to his right sat the high lord and high lady. In front of them were Cassian and Nesta and beside Emerie was Mor. They all were talking when someone walked in the dining room.

"Nesta", the girl said. Nesta stood up and said "Elain". Gwyn assumed it was the third Archeron sister, the one who had refused to come out of her room ever since Gwyn accidentally told the Inner Circle about Azriel and Elain's 'mishap' in the garden. She genuinely thought they knew.

Nesta had turned stone cold towards her sister, staring right back at her with her silver eyes. "Elain, we are happy that you decided to join us for dinner, would you like to take a seat? " Rhys asked her, trying to minimalize the tension in the room. Azriel was just speechless and was just staring at his lap instead.

"I see that the bird who can't fly and the bitchy librarian are still here" She said to Nesta. Everyone was surprised at her tone, no one had ever heard her talk like that, especially Azriel who finally looked at her.

"They are much better than you ever will be". Nesta replied, her gaze not faultering. Elain scoffed. "What have they done really except be a burden to all of us? They have not returned one thing we gave to them. They are never going to do so either. How can you choose them over your blood sister? " Elain replied.

"I was stuck with you, with your flowers and gardening and thinking that everything is perfect in the world. I never had a choice with you. If I did, I would never choose you. They are my sisters by choice. " Nesta replied, striking hard as ever.

"How can you call them your sisters? The crippled bird I can still understand but that pesky librarian. She gave her maidenhead to a person she never knew, she is a slut and an whore and a half breed. She isn't welcome anywhere else and she shouldn't be welcome here either. Why are we helping prostitutes now? How is she ever gonna be useful to us when she couldn't even save her own sister-", "ENOUGH". Feyre cut her off.

Gwyn's eyes were full of tears. She silently stared at Azriel for a moment before standing up and leaving.

Tears finally took the best of her when she walked out of the townhouse. She went straight to the stairs of the house of wind and cried her heart out. She finally let the darkness consume her.

[jeonsjiddies]

you found me | myg (m)

⏤  Pairing: Yoongi x reader ⏤  Genre: smut, fluff ⏤  Word Count: 5.5k ⏤  Warnings: dirty talk, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (m recieving), nightmare, 

⏤  Summary: When you found a fluffy dog during your evening outing, you didn’t realize you’d also be finding the love of your life.

- for the yoongi to my jimin @sugaflake​ and special thanks to @excusemin​ for beta-reading!

Part of my Milestone Celebration Event! Check out the other fics here.

Holly had been gone for days and Yoongi... was not okay. He’d scoured the city, put up posters, called every animal shelter and pound within a fifty mile radius. To put it simply, Yoongi was losing his damn mind. If only that stupid wild rabbit hadn’t hopped across the lawn when Yoongi had let Holly out to go to the bathroom, none of this would’ve happened. Holly usually didn’t require a leash just to use the restroom so Yoongi hadn’t been worried when he’d let him out.

He should’ve been more aware of his surroundings, because Holly’s ears had perked up, his whole body going still before he darted off, chasing the rabbit. Yoongi had tried to run after him but had quickly lost sight of him, and it didn’t help that the sun had been setting when he’d let him out and the dark chill of the night had already taken over the warm summer breeze. 

Yoongi walked the streets for hours, calling out Holly’s name with a flashlight in hand. He brought the pup’s favorite treats, favorite toy, trying to lure him out had he been hiding somewhere, but his beloved pet was nowhere to be found. Yoongi was gutted, wondering if someone had abducted Holly, if he’d been run over, if something terrible had happened to him. What if he’d fallen down the draining system and was stuck, cold and scared and alone?

Yoongi didn’t sleep that night, or the nights thereafter, laying awake and constantly checking the local Facebook community pages, the lost pet websites, and the animal shelter sites, hoping for any sign of his baby, but it seemed like any attempt at a reunion was slowly becoming futile. Running out of ideas after searching the same empty streets for the 100th time, Yoongi felt hopeless.

He drowned his sorrows in a bottle of whiskey and far too much takeout for one person, his eyes traveling over to Holly’s dog bed, his favorite toy laying untouched inside of it. His eyes drifted to the many pictures of Holly he had framed around his apartment. Yoongi hung his head, feeling like he’d lost a piece of himself and feeling useless for being unable to bring Holly home. He sighed with a shaky exhale, willing the tears not to fall. That was when his doorbell rang.

You sat at a cute little café, enjoying the cool evening air and watching the sun slowly dip down into the horizon while you nibbled on your food halfheartedly. You weren’t hungry, but you weren’t ready to go home to your quiet, empty apartment. Your roommate and best friend had just moved out, opting to move in with her boyfriend instead, and you didn’t know how to handle the silence with her gone. You’d tried inviting a few friends to dinner, but everyone had been busy, so you sat alone on the patio of the small café with your sandwich, watching the birds.

Your pleasant thoughts were interrupted when you felt something press against your leg, and looked down to see a small, brown, fluffy dog had hopped up, pressing his tiny little paws into your skin. He whimpered pathetically, giving you his best puppy eyes and licked his lips, his eyes darting to your food. His tail wagged as you picked him up and sat him in your lap, even though he was dirty, his fur beginning to mat in a few places and he was covered in dried mud.

“Omg, hi little guy!” you cooed.

The small dog panted, his tongue sticking out and he seemed thirsty so you poured some of your water into your hand and allowed him to lap it up, then gave him a bite of your grilled chicken sandwich. He seemed to inhale the small taste of chicken, then sniffed at your plate. You just scooted it closer to the edge and let him have it. You scratched his head affectionately while he ate, then found under his fluffy fur was a collar, stating his name was Holly.

You giggled at the name, thinking it was cute for a boy dog, and you were glad he had a home, if not a little disappointed. You were more than willing to take the sweet pup in, especially after he’d finished eating and licked your cheek in a thank you and cuddled up in your lap. You absentmindedly stroked his back while you looked up the address on his collar. It wasn’t far. You decided you’d walk him there, his owner was probably missing him.

You dialed the number listed on the collar to alert the owner you were on the way, but it immediately went to voicemail and you ended the call with a frown. Sighing, you stood, leaving money for the food and tip, then carried Holly down the sidewalk, using your phone to navigate you. 

Holly didn’t squirm or try to leave your grip, he was simply along for the ride, panting heavily and sniffing the air as you walked, nearing a large apartment complex with a minimalistic design that looked very fancy. You entered the front door and took the elevator to the third floor, locating apartment 3C, and knocking gently.

You heard some clattering and some grumbling before the door swung open, revealing a blonde man in sweatpants, a scowl resting on his (quite attractive) face until he looked up and saw Holly.

“HOLLY!” he screamed, grabbing the dog from you and hugging him tightly, pressing kisses all over his face while Holly barked and wagged his tail excitedly, wiggling in the man’s arms and attempting to lick his face.

“Oh my god you’re okay! Where were you?! I was going crazy, I looked everywhere!” he whined, holding the dog up to his face as if he could give him any real answers, then held him close to his chest and hugged him.

Your quiet giggle seemed to remind him that you were there and his eyes darted over to you and he engulfed you in a hug as well, Holly pressed between your chests as he held you against him. Even with Holly inbetween you, you could feel the man’s body heat and his hips pressing against yours, and sparks shot clear to your fingertips.

“Thank you so much! Oh my gosh. I have missed him so much.”

“He is a very good boy, I can see why you missed him,” you smiled after taking a step back from him, attempting to put distance between you and clear up your foggy mind.

“Oh, the reward! You probably want the reward,” he spoke more to himself than you as he looked around for something.

“Reward? No. I just wanted to return your dog,” you shrugged.

“You don’t want the reward?”

“No.”

“Then how can I repay you?”

“You don’t have to?”

He stopped searching, turning to look at you, confusion written all over his face, Holly held in his tight grip.

“You don’t want anything?”

“No?”

“Well… would you at least stay for dinner? I would really like to thank you somehow and I ordered way too much Chinese takeout to drown my sorrows,” he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.

 “What did you order?” you peeked past him, your stomach growling at the smell.

“General Tso’s and Chicken Chow Mein,” he offered sheepishly.

“Oh that sounds so good, since someone,” you sent the dog a pointed look with a smile, “ate my chicken sandwich.”

“I’m so sorry!” Yoongi immediately apologized.

“Oh no, I gave it to him of my own free will,” you smiled reassuringly.

“Well I definitely owe you dinner now. Please, have a seat. Would you like something to drink?”

Yoongi set Holly down, gently patting his head before walking over to wash his hands and open the fridge, pulling out a water once you’d requested one, and walking over to you. He sat beside you on his plush couch, offering you some chopsticks and letting you pick your entrée. 

“Thank you for dinner… what’s your name?” 

You glanced over at the attractive man to your right, his ears turning pink at the tips.

“Oh I’m sorry, I’m Yoongi, it’s nice to meet you,” he extended his hand out and you took it in yours, that same zing of electricity shooting through your body, and you struggled to suppress the shiver.

“Nice to meet you Yoongi, I am Y/N.”

“Thank you so much for bringing Holly home, I was going insane without him. I thought he was gone forever…” Yoongi trailed off with a sigh, “you don’t know how thankful I am for you.”

“It was my pleasure, I even got free food,” you joked, sticking your tongue out.

Yoongi seemed to relax then, laughing along with you as the two of you ate and talked.  He was actually super funny and smart, telling you all about his life, his passions, and listening when you spoke. Yoongi told you he liked to rap and produce music, and had even let you listen to a couple of his songs. They were absolutely fantastic. He was extremely talented and you had no qualms with letting him know that, enjoying the way he’d look down with his hand on the back of his neck, tips of his ears tinted pink as he mumbled his gratitude.

You found him endearing, slowly being less intimidated (though not less affected) by his gorgeous appearance, since he was so humble and approachable once you got past his steely (gorgeous) face. Holly had taken it upon himself to snuggle in between the two of you, nestled up against your thighs and using both of you for warmth. You smiled fondly, reaching down to stroke his fur at the same time Yoongi had, your hands brushing and both of you pulling away quickly, heat rising to your cheeks. You glanced away and looked up at the clock, noticing it had been hours, though it had only felt like a few minutes.

“Oh wow, it’s getting late,” you slowly stood from the couch, your gaze shifting to Yoongi, “I should probably head home. Thank you for dinner.” 

“Yeah, I should probably give this one a bath. Thank you so much for bringing him home.” 

“Of course. I’ll see you later?” 

You bit your lip and prayed you didn’t sound as hopeful and needy as you felt. You wanted to see Yoongi again. You wanted to see his cute, gummy smile, hear his melodic laugh. You liked the way you felt around Yoongi, warm and free. Yoongi nodded enthusiastically, fishing his phone from his pocket and handing it over to you. Your fingers brushed as you took it, an involuntary shiver running down your spine before you typed in your contact information and bid him a goodnight, giving Holly one last head pat before you left.

Once you’d arrived home and changed into your pajamas, you laid in your bed, a heavy sigh leaving your lips. You leaned over and checked your phone, seeing a text from an unsaved number.

Unknown [9:04pm]: Hope you made it home safe?

You smiled to yourself, saving Yoongi’s number before replying.

You [9:18pm] I did, thank you for checking.

Yoongi [9:20pm] Good. I’m glad. Sweet dreams, Y/N. 

You definitely had sweet dreams, filled with the sweetest smile and the most musical laugh you’d ever heard

Months went by and Yoongi had slowly become your best friend. You’d begun hanging out sporadically, but the more you got to know each other, the more time you spent together, (and the more the butterflies in your stomach began to swirl around any time the man smiled your way), until you were at Yoongi’s apartment more often than your own. You’d even left a toothbrush and a change of clothes there, as the two of you often got distracted and didn’t notice the time, having too much fun together, and Yoongi would encourage you to just sleep on the couch. 

You’d spend those nights with Holly cuddled up to your side, keeping you warm while you talked and joked with Yoongi about anything and nothing at all, which only served for your heart to continue to constrict from how deeply you had begun to feel for the sweet man.

As per usual, Yoongi was participating in some playful banter with you whilst the two of you continued to ignore the serial killer documentary you’d put on.

“I swear, that’s what I always called them growing up!” 

“Y/N, I have literally never heard that before in my entire life. Never in my 28 years of existing have I heard someone call a walk-in clinic a doc in a box,” Yoongi scoffed incredulously. 

“Well, that’s what my mom called them, what my grandma called them. Doc in a box, stop and rob, hairdryer cops-”

“What the fuck is a hairdryer cop?!”

“You know, the ones on the motorcycles? Their helmets look like the hairdryer caps at the salon!”

Yoongi leaned forward, placing the back of his hand on your forehead with a concerned look in his eyes.

“Are you sick? Do you have a fever? You’re clearly hallucinating.”

“Oh fuck off, Min. You’re just jealous you didn’t get to call gas stations stop and robs,” you huffed, shoving him away from irritation and also to put some distance between the beautiful man and your racing heart.

“Why would I ever want to?”

“Don’t be so mainstream, Yoongi,” you teased with a wink, causing him to roll his eyes and catch sight of the clock on the wall.

“Oh crap, it’s midnight,” Yoongi gasped.

“Ugh, I have work tomorrow,” you whined.

“Stay here tonight, I’ll drive you in the morning,” he shrugged.

You leaned over and wrapped your arms around him, knocking him off balance and sending him backwards on the couch, and squished his cheeks between your hands.

“Thank you, you’re the best!”

“Yeah, yeah, now get off me,” he playfully shoved you away and stood, fixing his sweater.

“Goodnight, Yoongiiiiiiiii.” 

“Goodnight, pain in my rear,” he winked at your feigned offense before walking down the hallway to his bedroom.

You snuggled up to Holly on the couch, listening to the soft whir of the air conditioner, and slowly fell asleep, warm and content. That was… until the nightmare started. 

You walked into Yoongi’s apartment uninvited, as usual, having become so accustomed to being there that you didn’t even knock anymore. You had his favorite pizza in hand as you leaned down to pet Holly, who let out a hostile growl when you got too close, baring his teeth and backing away from you. You watched him quizzically, wondering why the typically affectionate animal had become so angry.

You shrugged it off and set the pizza down on the counter, walking down the hall towards Yoongi’s bedroom and giving a quick courtesy knock before entering. You stopped dead in your tracks when your eyes landed on Yoongi’s bare backside as he pistoned his hips in and out of some woman you’d never seen before, her high pitched moans so loud you wondered how you hadn’t heard them before you entered.

You tried to shut the door before they saw you but Yoongi whipped around, fire in his eyes that were directed right at you, making you feel about two inches tall. You apologized profusely, backing up with your hands in the air before shutting the door and bolting down the hallway, attempting to flee his apartment as quickly as possible. Holly darted out in front of you, barking ferociously as though you were some sort of threat, an intruder.

“What the hell, Y/N?! Why would you come barging into my house like that?”

“I… I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I thought we could do pizza night like usual, I didn’t know you had company,” you floundered, stumbling over your words as Yoongi glared at you from his space by the couch, his shorts haphazardly thrown on his body.

“You don’t fucking live here, you’re not my girlfriend, you’re nothing to me! I’m so sick of you coming around whenever you feel like it. Thanks for bringing my dog home, but he’s safe now. I don’t need you anymore,” Yoongi seethed, getting right up in your face.

“But… but you’re my best friend…” you whimpered.

Yoongi let out a harsh, condescending laugh.

“Best friend?! You’re not my best friend, you're nothing. I was bored and you were there, but now I don’t need entertainment. You can go. For good.”

“Yoongi…”

“You’re so fucking pathetic. Can’t you just leave? I don’t want you here,” he hissed, pointing towards the door, “get the fuck out.”

“Yoongi, please-”

“Just stay away from me, you freak!”

You woke up gasping for air and clutched Holly close to your chest, him giving a quiet, frightened yip at your unexpected action. You stroked his head softly, your whole body shivering as you tried your best to shake off the fear that seemed to chill you straight through to your bones. You took deep breaths, turned the light on, and drank a glass of water but nothing was putting you at ease. 

You glanced down the hallway towards Yoongi’s room, wondering if he’d be annoyed if you woke him up. You slowly tip-toed your way towards his bedroom door and cracked it open slowly, attempting to make minimal amounts of noise. The light from the hallway barely illuminated the room but it was enough for you to see Yoongi’s sleeping form, his mouth hanging open ever so slightly. You smiled to yourself. 

You didn’t want to disturb him, and you wanted to go back to the couch, you really did. But you just couldn’t shake the images of the fire in his eyes. You needed to know Yoongi was okay, that he didn’t really hate you. You snuck into the room, sitting gently on the edge of Yoongi’s bed. You watched his chest rise and fall for a moment, your gaze shifting to his serene face.

Before you could think better of it, you reached out and gently stroked the side of his cheek, letting the tip of your finger run along his smooth skin and feel its warmth. Yoongi’s eyelashes fluttered, but he didn’t move. Still, you froze, waiting for him to settle before you continued. You brushed his hair out of his eyes gently, and nearly screamed when a hand softly wrapped around your own. You glanced down and saw Yoongi’s eyes open, though fluttering with the strain to remain that way.

“Y/N?” he asked groggily.

“Hey, sorry, I uh… couldn’t sleep,” you trailed off, looking away and willing your voice not to crack.

But it did. Yoongi slowly shuffled into a sitting position, rubbing his eyes with the backs of his fists before placing his attention on you. He watched the way your shoulders slumped and you avoided eye contact, taking slow, shaky breaths.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s stupid,” you sighed, twirling your fingers around each other.

“It’s not if it’s got you this worked up. Come on, talk to me,” he urged, placing a hand on your back and rubbing soothing patterns.

You could feel the warmth of his skin soaking through your shirt and your body relaxed from the slightest touch from him. You sighed and turned to face him, biting your lip nervously.

“I had a dream that you… that something really bad… and I just… I tried not to be a baby about it, I mean I’m not a child, I can handle a bad dream, but it just felt so real and I…” you choked on your words, a single tear slipping from your burning eyes.

Yoongi pulled you into his body wordlessly, allowing you to fall apart on his shoulder. He held you close, though that was seemingly unnecessary given the way you were clinging onto him for dear life, as though he’d disappear if you let go.You were certain that if either of you pulled away, for even a moment, that you would fall apart and be nothing but debris stuck in the carpet of Yoongi’s bedroom.

Yoongi let you cry, slowly rocking your body back and forth along with his to soothe you, rubbing gentle shapes into your back, stroking your hair, and humming softly until you went lax in his hold, your body weight pressing into his chest. Your deep, even breathing told him you’d fallen asleep, likely exhausted from the toll your emotional breakdown had taken on your body. Yoongi slowly maneuvered you so that you were laying beside him, careful not to wake you. He wrapped an arm around your middle, pulling you flush against him, if only to make you feel safe. At least, that's what he told himself.

Waking up without Holly tucked into your arms felt strange, but waking up next to Yoongi felt… right. Yoongi still had an arm wrapped around you, and you were snuggled into his warm chest. You felt safe, happy. You sighed with content and flipped over before you snuggled closer to him, your head resting against his chest. Yoongi groaned sleepily, turning onto his back and pulling you with him so that you could lay on his chest more comfortably.

Yoongi didn’t open his eyes, but his voice came out low and a little rough and entirely too enticing when he asked you, “How are you feeling?” 

“Better, thank you. I’m sorry about last night, I don’t know what came over me,” you sighed, fiddling with a stray thread on his shirt.

“Don’t apologize, you were scared and needed comfort. There’s nothing wrong with that. I will always keep you safe, Y/N. Now that you’re awake and calm… do you want to talk about it? You seemed really upset.”

You sighed, sitting up and facing Yoongi, who also sat up, his eyes meeting yours with a soft look, quiet and patient, waiting for you to speak.

“I just… I had this terrifying dream that something awful had happened to you and it felt so real.. And I just couldn’t stop picturing it, losing you, and I can’t lose you, Yoongi. You’re my best friend, my rock, you’re everything to me. You are where I go when I’m sad, when I’m scared, when I’m happy. You’re my favorite person in the entire world and I can’t imagine a world without you in it. I don’t want to imagine a world without you in it, and I don’t think I could survive one. I just…” you trailed off with a sigh, hanging your head and willing the tears forming not to fall.

“You’re always there, to comfort me, to celebrate with me, and I love doing those things for you too. I guess it just smacked me in the face with how important you really are to me and how much I appreciate you and need you in my life.”

Yoongi’s face softened even more at your words, and he reached out to wipe away the stray tear that had escaped your watering eyes.

“I promise, I’m not going anywhere. You can’t get rid of me that easily,” he grinned when you giggled at his attempt at a joke, “and I feel the same way. I’m so glad you’re in my life, Y/N. You’re the best friend I could’ve ever asked for. I didn’t realize there was a missing piece in my life until you showed up. You didn’t just find Holly that day, you found me too. I didn’t even know I was lost.”

You were at a loss for words, watching Yoongi’s eyes swim with an emotion you couldn’t name, neither of you daring to look away, seemingly caught in a trace, bound by the spell of each other’s presence. Without realizing it, or maybe it was subconscious, you’d both begun to lean closer like magnets. Your souls drawn to each other, no longer able to fight the connection, the pull to be closer. 

Yoongi’s eyes flickered to your lips in a silent plea for permission, and you gave the faintest of nods, closing the gap yourself and pressing your lips to his in a soft, tentative kiss. His soft, sweet lips pressed against your own felt like coming home, and you couldn’t get enough. You shifted closer, putting more pressure on the kiss and Yoongi wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you into his lap.

The kiss deepened, the two of you working together to explore each other, hands roaming, tongues dancing, hearts beating in sync. You pulled away, barely a hair away and rested your forehead on his, your breathing shallow and labored.

“I love you,” he whispered, “I think I have loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you. You are so beautiful, so kind, so perfect.”

“I love you too, Yoongi. So, so much.” 

Yoongi’s smile could’ve lit up the entire sky, his eyes shone with so much joy and adoration that you almost wanted to be sick, in the best way. Yoongi ran tender fingertips up and down the expanse of your arm slowly, his eyes locked on yours, your breaths mingling as neither of you moved away. You were certain if you put any space between the two of you that you would simply melt into a pile of goo on his plush carpet. 

The silence was comfortable, safe. Being in Yoongi’s arms was like coming home from war, finally feeling peace wash through your body as you spot your safe haven on the horizon after being gone for so long, constantly searching for a place to belong. You belonged with Yoongi, tucked up in his tiny apartment with his arms wrapped securely around you while you watched the sun begin to filter through the curtains covering the windows.

“Yoongi?”

“Hmmm?” 

You leaned in again, capturing his lips in another kiss, this one slightly more urgent. You worked your lips against his own, letting your tongue roam his mouth, and pressing your body closer to his. You wanted him. You wanted to show him how much you loved him. How much you craved him. Your fingers danced up his shirt, feeling his warm skin against your palms, and you lifted the hem just a bit, just enough to get your point across, sending a questioning look his way.

Yoongi assisted you in removing his shirt, tossing it carelessly aside while your eyes raked over his newly exposed flesh. Of course you’d seen him shirtless before, but not like this. Not for your eyes alone. Your lips attached themselves to Yoongi’s neck, kissing your way down and along his collarbone. You gently pressed him into the mattress, hovering above him and allowing your lips to travel farther down, ghosting across his pert nipples as you continued your journey. 

Yoongi sucked in a shaky breath that had you smiling to yourself, a feeling of victory washing over you, especially once you reached the hem of his sweats, your lips and tongue dancing along the skin just above them. Yoongi groaned, squirming underneath your teasing. You looked up at him, finger tucked under the waistband as you waited for his permission.

“Are you sure about this, Y/N? We don’t have to do anything if you’re not ready-”

“I want this. I want you. If you want me,” you bit your lip in an attempt to hide your nerves.

“I want you. So badly.”

Your heart soared at the confession, and you swiftly freed him of his sweats and boxers, letting his thick, leaking member to spring free of its confines. Your mouth watered at the sight of his swollen head, and you leaned down to lick the precum free of it, causing a strangled noise to erupt from Yoongi. The sound was music to your ears, sending electricity straight down to your core, enticing you to take Yoongi’s length into your warm mouth.

Yoongi threw his head back when you wrapped your lips around his member, slowly pushing your head down to take more of him into your wet warmth. Your name tumbled from his lips in soft whimpers, almost like a prayer. You worked your mouth along his cock, twirling your tongue around the tip each time you moved your head back, attempting to take him deeper each time until his head hit the back of your throat, making sure to hollow your cheeks while you sucked the life out of the man falling apart beneath you.

Yoongi was almost embarrassed how quickly he reached his high under your ministrations, your skillful mouth and tongue bringing him close to the edge in nearly record time. The fact that he hadn’t had sex since he’d met you probably played a role in it, not interested in anyone but you since he saw your kind eyes and bright smile.  

“Y/N...close,” he groaned out.

You kept working his length, reaching up to cup his balls and massage them gently, and that sent Yoongi over the edge, shooting hot ropes of cum down your throat with a cry of your name, and you swallowed every last drop he gave you before climbing back up his body and pressing a kiss to his lips, parted with his shuddering breaths.

“Holy shit,” he managed to say between his panting, “that was amazing.”

“Mmm.. I’m glad you liked it,” you giggled, trailing your nail gently over his chest, grazing his nipple once more, causing him to shiver.

“Allow me to repay the favor,” he smirked, flipping you over so you were now on your back.

“As lovely as that sounds, I really just want you to fuck me.”

“Don’t I need to prep you first, baby?”

“Mmm.. no. I’m ready. I’m so wet for you, want you so bad, Yoongi...” you trailed off, biting your lip seductively and leading his hand down to your core to feel the juices flowing there.

“Fuck, baby, you’re soaked,” he whispered in awe.

“For you. Please, Yoongi.”

Yoongi wasted no more time, dexterous fingers ridding you of all clothing as quickly as he could, his naked body hovering over yours once more, skin to skin as he began to kiss along the swell of your breasts before taking a pebbled bud into his mouth, sucking gently and barely scraping his teeth along it while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. Your desperate whimpers fueled him on as he lined his member up with your core, giving you one last questioning look, but sliding inside your drenched heat when you sent him a reassuring smile, nodding slightly while tangling your fingers in his bed-head. 

Yoongi’s cock had felt large in your mouth, but you were in no way prepared for the delicious sting it would bring upon stretching out your walls, filling you up so perfectly that you swore you might actually faint. Yoongi let you adjust to his size before he started moving, pulling out until just the tip rest inside your inviting hole before plunging back in and building up a rhythm. 

“I’ve thought about this so many times,” Yoongi grunted as he worked his shaft in and out of your pussy, hitting all the right spots every time. 

“Me too,” you admitted breathlessly, clawing at his back to try and ground yourself, “love you Yoongi.”

“I love you, baby girl, so so much.”

A few more deep, precise thrusts had you digging your nails into the skin of his shoulder blades, clinging to him as though you’d float away if you didn’t.

“Yoongi!” you moaned, back arching up and your chest meeting his.

“Close, baby? You gonna cum for me? Let go for me,” he encouraged, coaxing you off the edge with a softly spoken “come on, be my good girl.”

You climaxed with a cry of his name, clutching onto his quivering body as he came with you, painting your walls white with warm spurts of cum, filling you up again in a different, but oh so wonderful way. Your body shook as you came down from your high, hiding your face in the crook of Yoongi’s neck as he held you close.

Moments passed in a comfortable silence before Yoongi forced himself to part from you, watching with rapt attention as his seed seeped from your battered hole when he pulled his softening member out. He licked his lips at the sight, before picking you up bridal style in his arms, ignoring your shriek of surprise. 

“Where are we going?” you asked, wrapping your arms lazily around his neck and snuggling into his embrace.

“We’re going to run a bath, get you all cleaned up. You do have work today, remember?”

“Oh. Ugh.”

“You know… you could… just call in… spend the day in bed with me…”

“Mmm.. that sounds amazing.” 

You called into work, using one of your personal days and took a relaxing bath tucked into Yoongi’s embrace while he tenderly ran the loofah along your back and arms, and possibly across some more erogenous zones a few times as well, which earned him a halfhearted swat from you. After drying off and putting on one of his larger t shirts, you spent the day snuggled up on the couch with Yoongi and Holly, watching movies, eating snacks, and basking in the beginning of forever with your best friend.

[xmarchwarden-of-lothlorienx]

Love Returned

Legolas x fem!reader

Summary: Some cute and fluffy Legolas and baby bunnies for your quarantine anniversary woes.

Authors Note: Life decided to throw me a few curveballs, but I’m back on track now! I will try to make a schedule for writing, but actually sticking to it is a completely different ordeal. Enjoy!

Translations:

•Meleth nin-My love

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After a long day of walking with the fellowship, Aragorn finally decided to stop and set up camp. As soon as you entered the clearing, you threw your pack down and stretched out on the soft grass.

“Finally,” you sighed. The fellowship had walked for many hours, and your feet were killing you. It was not often you could take a moment for yourself, and you wished to take advantage of this stop. However, your rest was short lived when Aragorn walked over and nudged your foot with his.

“(Y/N), would you mind collecting firewood for tonight?” He asked politely, as Aragorn always does, yet you knew you didn’t really have a choice. Traveling through the wilds, everyone had to do their part. Getting up and internally groaning, you nodded to Aragorn and made way for the tree line.

It was difficult finding good fuel for the fire. The spring rains making the sticks and leaves on the outskirts of the forest too damp to be used. To find anything useable, you would have to walk deeper and deeper into the forest where the trees would shield the ground below. Trying to find dry wood and kindling, you came across a small clearing. Your eyes widened and you let out an excited gasp when you laid your eyes upon half a dozen little bunnies playing in the meadow. Setting down the sticks you had gathered, you slowly began to approach the bunnies not wanting to startle them. You took a seat in the center of the meadow. Soon, one of the little beasties approached.

“Hey there, little guy,” you said, slowly extending your hand towards him. The rabbit twitched his nose and gave you a few sniffs. Deciding you were okay, he took a few hops closer and nuzzled into your hand. “Aw, you’re so friendly,” you cooed. You picked up the small animal and started stroking his soft, brown fur. You always had a soft spot for animals, and this was the just the comfort you needed to distract you from your perilous journey.

Back at camp, a certain elf was beginning to panic at your absence. First you had been gone for 10 minutes. Then 15. Then 20. Legolas was starting to get fidgety, and the others began to notice.

“Legolas, is something wrong?” Boromir inquired as he sharpened his sword.

“Well, don’t you think it’s odd (Y/N) has been gone for so long?” During your time together in the fellowship, Legolas found himself growing quite fond of you. He knew it was foolish falling in love while on such a quest, but he could not help for whom his heart yearned. Despite being a hardened warrior, you had such a soft and gentle grace when you wanted to. Legolas could not recall ever meeting anyone that piqued his interest so much as you.

“It hasn’t been unusually long. Finding kindling that is dry enough to use is next to impossible right now,” Boromir replied.

“I’m sure they are fine, my friend,” Aragorn placed a reassuring hand on Legolas’ shoulder and gave him a knowing smile. Aragorn was the only one to know of his feelings and understood his concern.

“Traveling alone has become increasingly dangerous, Aragorn. The spies of Saruman wait around every corner, hoping to catch one of us off guard,” Legolas worried.

Aragorn thought over what he said. He gestured to the direction that you had taken into the woods,”If it will ease your mind, I suggest you go find her. She can’t have gotten far.” Legolas turned to leave. “And maybe you could finally tell her how you feel,” Aragorn teased quietly. A light pink began dusting Legolas’ face and he hurried off in your direction.

You had been playing with and holding each of the baby bunnies. Having so much fun, you lost track of the time. You didn’t realize just how long it had been until someone called for you on the other side of the meadow.

“(Y/N)?” Looking up and seeing Legolas you jumped. You hadn’t expected anyone to find you having such a soft moment out here in the woods.

“Oh um, hello, Legolas,” you stuttered. You would be lying if you said you weren’t absolutely crushing on the elf. He came over and sat next to you, unsure of what to say.

“I was worried about you,” he started.

“Oh,” you blushed. “I’m sorry. I was...distracted.” You felt embarrassed now. “I guess it’s pretty childish for me to have been playing with bunnies when I should have been collecting firewood.”

Legolas couldn’t help but smile at your sudden shyness. “Please, don’t be. I think it’s quite cute that you like them.” Now you were both feeling bashful.

“Oh, I-um, thank you.” You looked up at the sky which was starting to turn to beautiful shades of orange and pink. “We should get back. Aragorns going to kill me for taking so long,” you joked. Legolas stood and offered a hand to help you up. Even once you were standing, he was hesitant to let go. You reached the abandoned pile of wood, and together began picking up the sticks and kindling. Your hand brushed against his and Legolas paused. You noticed him shake his head before he continued.

“Legolas?” You asked.

“Yes, (Y/N)?”

“Is everything alright?”

“Of course! Why do you ask?” He stammered out.

“Well, it looked like you thought of something, but decided against it.” You noticed his eyes widened and he looked panicked. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.” You straightened up and started walking with your pile of sticks and kindling in arm. Before you could take more than three steps, Legolas grabbed your hand.

“Please, I-I’ll explain. I’ve been putting this off for too long.” Intrigued, you turned back to face him. You cocked your head as if to say ‘carry on’. “(Y/N), during these long months we have traveled together, you have captured both my heart and soul,” he started. “I realize that now is not the best time to confess such feelings, so I understand if you do not feel the same.”

Nothing could have caught you more off guard. You had only entertained the idea of Legolas possibly liking you back. Not in a million years did you think he would actually be the one confessing to you. Now, he had and all you could do was stand there, unable to get a single word out.

Legolas began to grow panicked at your silence. The surprised look on your face did not help to calm his anxiety. He started to let go of your hand and turned to leave before you took both of his hands in yours.

“Forgive me for my silence, Legolas. I am not so great with words, but know your affections are returned.” The look of happiness and relief upon his face warmed your heart. You brought his hands to your lips and pressed a gentle kiss to his knuckles. “I was unsure of whether my feelings were mutual or not, but knowing they are brings me great joy.”

Legolas stepped closer to you and placed a gentle kiss upon your forehead. “I am glad meleth nin.” He looked towards the sky which was growing increasingly dark. “Now, we should really return to camp or we’ll both be recieving an earful from Aragorn.”

“Hm, I suppose,” you giggled.

The two of you returned to camp hand-in-hand and received many looks from the fellowship that night. Everyone kept quiet, but you knew there would be questions in the morning. For now, you would enjoy the peace and sitting close by Legolas’ side.

[will-on-the-internet]

Beautiful Man | George Weasley

SUMMARY: During Bill and Fleur’s wedding, George can’t help but feel self conscious about his missing ear. But you’re right there, in his arms, ready to make him feel loved and wanted like he never has before. 

WARNING: + 18 ONLY! Smut, blow job, George recieving oral, unprotected sex, fingering, bottom George.

JOIN HP TAGLIST: @lunalovecroft​ @bitchwhytho​

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There are some moments of light amongst what many fears will be never-ending darkness. A glimmer of hope that has not been fully snuffed out by all the misery and tragedy somehow still remains. And Bill and Fleur’s wedding was exactly that, a bright spot in a world of pain and suffering.

After everything that had happened, after George had lost his ear and Mad-Eye Moody had been killed, everyone in the Weasley family and their close friends, workmates and other Order members needed a moment of brightness, a night to dance and celebrate and act as if everything was normal for just a couple of hours. Under twinkling lights and surrounded by so much love and warmth, you knew that tonight, after everything that had happened before and would happen after, would be a night to remember. Especially because of George.

When George came down in the late afternoon, dressed in his dark grey suit with purple tie to match and a brightly coloured patterned shirt, he looked as dashing as ever, even with the white bandage that was wrapped around his head. And when he saw you, dressed in your wedding outfit, his eyes grew wide and the cheeky smirk he normally wore was replaced with an awestruck smile, watching as you walked towards him, his arms extended out for you to step into.

“Godric, is it just me, or did suddenly become the most stunning thing in this room, Y/N?” You blushed at his words, lying your palms flat against his chest and leaning against the taller man, his arms encircling you and keeping you close.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Weasley. Pretty handsome in fact.” He chuckled at your statement, bending down to kiss you sweetly.

“Only the best for you, my girl.”

George Weasley couldn’t keep his hands off you the whole night, still mesmerised by the site of you dressed in your gown, watching your every move as you chatted with old friends, laughed with Tonks as you watched everyone trying to find their prospective dance partners. But soon you were whisked away by George again, his hand tugging yours and a sweet smile on his lips.

“Care for a dance?” He didn’t even let you answer before he was pulling you towards the dancefloor, standing amongst the other couples with his hand on your waist. “You know, I meant it when I said I thought you looked beautiful tonight, Y/N.”

“I know you did George. And I meant it when I said you look dashing in the suit.” The two of you were chest to chest then, his mouth near yours as he spoke the next words quietly, just loud enough for you to hear over the chatter and music.

“Even if I’m missing an ear?” His words were shaky, and he squeezed the hand that was in his tighter subconsciously, looking down at both of you moving feet.

This man, the man that stood in front of you and held you tight, who treated like you were everything he ever wanted and needed, never really cared for his appearance. The only times he couldn’t stand how he looked was when he and his twin turned themselves into elderly men in the 6th year. But now, away from the worried eyes of Fred, his mother, and others who loved him that weren’t you, he looked like a boy who couldn’t face the idea that his appearance might have changed something about him, that you might reject him because he wasn’t the man you had first fallen in love with all those years ago.  

You stopped dancing then, taking his hand in yours and pulling him off the dance floor and out of the wedding tent, into the cool night air and under the night sky.

“Wait, Y/N, what are we doing?” George’s voice was shaky, and you could feel his palm growing sweaty as you entered the old house and took him up the stairs and into his old room, shutting the door behind him as the tall man stepped into the small room.

“I needed a place away from everybody else, so you could hear me better. I also didn’t want others to overhear.” For a moment, the man nearly looked scared, a flicker of worry, rejection and fear crossing over his face before he hid them behind his façade, a weak smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“You could have just told me what you needed to outside, or in the lounge room.” You shook your head at him, moving closer so both his hands were in yours and he was looking down at you with his big brown eyes that made your heart warm and stomach flutter.

“I know, I just needed some privacy too. Now just be quiet for a moment, I’ve got to tell you something.” George huffed but nodded his head at your request.

“George Weasley, you are the kindest, strongest and bravest man I have ever met. You’ve done everything in your power to keep your family and friends safe, you’ve worked so hard to make your dream with Fred about opening a business into a reality, and throughout it all, throughout all the misery and heartbreak and terror that we’ve had to face in the last few years, you’re still the same man I fell in love with.” Throughout your speech, George’s face grew redder and redder, and he’d moved to one side of the room, so his back was against the wall, your body pressed gently against his.

“And the ear, the ear doesn’t change any of that?” His voice was hopeful now, and all you would do was smile up at him, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth before pulling away and answering him.

“If the ear changed anything, George, you missing an ear made you even more handsome and charming to me.” He blushed bright red then, the tips of his ears changing colour, along with the skin of his neck.

“Really?” His hands held your waist then, grip firm but gentle, and he nearly sighed in relief as you pressed another kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Mm, really. In fact, let me show you.” You pressed your mouth against his finally, and he couldn’t help but let out a thankful hum as he felt your lips against his, your fingers against his chest and the warmth that radiated from you.

It was a long kiss, slow and filled with want as the both of you stood in his childhood bedroom, the two of you letting out small sighs of contentment every time you were able to catch a breath. You started undressing him slowly too, helping him shrug the suit jacket from his shoulders, unbuttoning the waistcoat and dress shirt and pushing them from his body, revealing pale skin that covered a lean chest, dotted with freckles and small scars from various quidditch injuries.

He let go of your waist to slip his arms out of his shirt, and he let out a breathy moan as you attached your lips to his collar bone, kissing and sucking gently at the warm skin.

George was used to caring for you, was used to making you feel loved and needed. And for a moment, his eyes filled with tears, and his body flooded with such warmth and love towards you that he couldn’t help but let out a shaky sob, something that took you both by surprise. You pulled away to look at him, holding his arms gently as he shut his eyes and tried to will the tears away.

“Are you okay, George? Is this too much?” He shook his head furiously at your question, bringing a hand up to wipe the tears away, before cupping your cheek and kissing you sweetly, body shivering as your hands glided back over the expanse of his chest, the pads of your fingers gentle and warm against his skin.

“No, I’m okay, sweetheart. You just…you took me by surprise, that’s all.”

“Do you want me to stop?” You go to move away slightly, to separate yourself from the man and to give him the space you thought he wanted, thought he needed. But instead, he was pulling you back into him, putting your hands on his back and leaning his forehead against yours.

“Please don’t stop, darling. I’m begging you.”

With that final word, you kissed him, hands gliding over his back and his fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you as close to him as he could, your tongue softly entering his mouth in a way that made his knees weak and toes curl. He was tugging at your robes then, hands slipping under the hem of your dress and pressing gently against your thigh.

Pushing towards his old bed, you helped him lay down across the covers, before straddling his thighs and making him sigh as you ran a hand through his short hair.

He felt it all, the love, the need, the want and the absolute adoration you had for him, all stirred together in a concoction of feelings that made his heart want to beat right out of his chest. He kept whispering your name as your lips attached to his chest, entangling your fingers in his and holding his hands to the bed once you had unbuttoned his slacks and pulled them down slightly.

You moved slow, mouthing the skin of his stomach, the small trail of hair that led towards his briefs, watched as his arms strained and how he tried not to buck his hips once your mouth was right over his dick.

It was your turn to undress then, stripping yourself of your dress, moving off him slightly so you could take off your underwear and discard the items of clothing to the other side of the room before you removed his briefs and pants from around his legs, the both of you suddenly bare to each other, skin glowing in the golden light that illuminated from the lamp on his bedside table.

He was beautiful to you, with his jaw slack as you took his dick in your grasp, gentle yet firm at the same time, moving up and down slowly, watching again as his mouth whispered out your name, begging for some type of release, his hands moving to touch you and his hips bucking up unevenly every time your other fingers brushed gently against his balls.

“You, George Weasley, are the most beautiful man I’ve ever met. And I’m going to show you just how much I love you.” He moaned softly at your words, and then let out a large groan as you took him in your mouth, tongue swirling around the tip and bobbing your head slightly to take him deeper.

“Sweetheart…Godric that feels so good.” He was bucking his hips faster now, and soon you were pushing him back down to the mattress, your hands on his hips and your lips wrapped around his dick. You were taking him slowly, making the sensation of your lips around feel even better than it ever had before, letting your tongue lap at the tip and taste the salty drops of liquid that had settled there.

His hands were in your hair as soon as you had let them go, moving it gently through his fingers, grasping it tighter as he moaned loudly, and when you pulled your mouth from him and sucked gently right on the tip, he nearly started scratching his nails along the edge of your scalp, his self-control thinning more and more as you teased him.

“Darling, I’m gonna come if you keep doing that, I…uh…” His words were failing him, but that was alright because you knew exactly what he needed.

“It’s okay George. You can come whenever you want to, sweetheart.” He was nodding his head frantically then, biting his lip until it was red and raw as your mouth took him once again, one hand coming to massage his balls gently and the other moving upwards to run up and down his stomach. The both of you kept eye contact the whole time, and that alone could have made him cum at the thought of you watching so keenly as he twisted and bucked in pleasure. And you were feeling it too, a warmth spreading between your thighs, your skin sweaty and the space between your legs were becoming damp with arousal. You took a hand from his chest then and started rubbing yourself, pressing your fingers to your clit and moaning around his dick as he did so.

And that’s when he came, with a loud groan that echoed around the room, panting as he shot his cum into your mouth, watching as you swallowed it down and looked up at him with such love and need that he was nearly ready to go again.

“Godric, Georgie, you’re so pretty when you cum. Make a face like you’re seeing stars.” You were still straddling him as you touched yourself, his gaze transfixed on your fingers, watching as your juices rolled down your legs, your jaw going slack and your hair a mess. “Did I make you feel better? Did I make you feel like you are worth it, George?” He knew that you knew the answer, but he couldn’t help but sit up more and wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you closer until he had you in a mind-numbing kiss, one that made it feel like fireworks were exploding in your chest and your lips were ablaze against his.

“I swear to Godric, Y/N, I don’t think I can even answer that right now.” He kissed you again, and soon he was moving you above his lap, letting you hover over him with your hands on his shoulders. “I need you, darling. Please.” You didn’t let the man wait long before lowering yourself onto his dick and letting out a moan that was muffled against his shoulder, his hands on your bum as you started to move up and down.

Neither of you were going to last long together, you both knew that. But that didn’t matter, especially when he started touching your right where you needed him, started pushing up into you as he sucked on your neck and massage your breast as you sighed in ecstasy, whimpering as your legs started to shake.

“George, I…love you.” It seemed silly to say right at that moment, as you were moving up and down on his dick and he was pressing kisses to your breasts, but the smile that overtook his face was worth it. It was golden and bright, mesmerising you as he pushed into you with a particularly hard thrust.

I love you too Y/N. So so much sweetheart, don’t want anyone else but you.” You came then, with his hands and his mouth all over you, your mouth slacking and letting out a loud and breathy moan before dropping your head into the crook of his neck as he came inside you, pulsing and jerking as he did. He muttered words of love against your skin, attached his lips to yours in a blissed-out kiss, and even as he started to soften within you, he didn’t let you go.

You collapsed against his chest then, arms wound around his neck, panting softly against his skin, relishing in the way that he gently pulled out and wrapped his arms around your back.

“And to think I ever doubted how much you love me. Godric I’m a fool.” You let out a chuckle at this remark, looking up at him through half-glazed eyes as he pushed some hair away from your forehead, ducked his lips to yours and kissed you gently, slowly.

“You’re not a fool, George. You’re a normal human being, just like me. But you are special, and perfect and loved, please remember that my love.” You tweaked his remaining ear gently, with a soft smile on your face as he nodded and blushed.

The wedding was the highlight of the year, a night of dancing, celebrating and acknowledging a love between two people that would never be broken. And yes, George would always have his moments of self-doubt, of questioning his worth when he thought he wasn’t good enough or didn’t deserve you, but you would always be right by his side, holding his hand and kissing him gently when he wanted to know he was loved.

And Godric did he need it to face the years to come.

[softcallofdutyimagines]

An oddly specific hc:

Weaver, Mason, Woods, Adler, and Hudson with an S/O who likes to give+recieve cuddles. (Guess whose love language is physical touch? Is me.)

DJDJDJSJ LITERALLY ALL OF MY HUSBANDS IN ONE ASK !!!! You know, love languages for the squad might be an interesting one, one day! I feel you tho, mine is words of affirmation but physical touch is a super close second 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Phew I went kind of all in on these, so sorry of they're really long or rambly, but I hope you enjoy them!! Weaver and Woods even feature a little dad bod action bc ik that's our thing 😌😌💅🏻

Adler

Honestly, at first he's not use to it

In fact, you'd be forgiven to think he didn't like it at all

However, he never shuts you down either...

If you persevere for long enough and are able to gain his trust, you'll be rewarded to find that he actually quite enjoys your touch

Well, more then enjoys I'd say

Adlers job is a lonely and thankless one, and although he could hardly bring himself to admit as much...

The loneliness takes a toll on him

He is only interested in receiving that kind of affection from someone he has a connection with, so as you can imagine, it's harm for him to get that need fulfilled without you

In a way, he grows rather addicted to you

You're the first thing he goes for when he comes home after time away

All in all, he's down for whatever you've got to give, but his favorite thing to do is to hold you

Whether that be while cuddled up and or just standing in place, it doesn't matter to him

In turn, he particularly likes when you stroke his jawline or pepper him with kisses

He's very sensitive about his face and scars as you know, doubly so after the torture and rescue stuff he went through

So when you show extra affection to that spot, not only is it a huge sign of his trust in you, but it also just so happens to make him melt

Hudson

Hudson is an extremely similar case to Adler in that, although you wouldn't guess it, he craves physical touch

In fact, Hudson might be even worse off

I would argue that at least Adler works with his task force members, but Hudson???

He's more or less forced to stick to the shadows and only speak to others on a more or less need to know basis

Given that cannon Hudson has a whole wife and kids, I get the feeling that he just wants to be loved damn it!!!

So all this to say that, unlike Adler, I don't think Hudson would be even remotely as coy with his desire for affection

I mean, if you've managed to snag a relationship with him, he must trust you a whole lot already, so why not just clear the air, right?

However, I will say that I think he might be a little shy about it

What if he comes across as too needy or something? Not a good look for a grown man, surely

As a result, if he has nothing more pressing to attend to, he'll be your shadow around the house all day long, from one room to the next

Of course, he does his best to not follow you step for step or do anything else that would obviously give him away, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out what he wants

You'll have to invite him to come to you most of the time

And good thing too, bc when he's with you, it's like heaven

He's fond of simply collapsing into your lap when your seated, or across your torso when laying down

From there, you can do whatever you want

If you really wanted, you could balance a damn book on his back and just read in silence for all he cares

As long as he can have that physical connection to you, it doesn't matter

This is another area where he's a step up in extreme from Adler

While Adler wants you, Hudson needs you

You're like his one place of rest in the whole world, the only place he can be safe and forget about his work, and you have no idea how much that means to him

Mason

Personally, I think Alex is probably the one most (relatively lmao) well adjusted adult of the group

He of course loves receiving physical affection from you, but he doesn't need to rely on it as some sort of coping mechanism

While he can be a little clingy, its a usually only after times that he has to be away for a long while

Personally, I feel like Alex is the safest for me to say that he probably also has physical touch as his love language as well!

He will often come seek you out just as much as you so for him, and he has no problem requesting some snuggle time

Mason is perfectly confident in his masculinity after all, so asking if you wouldn't mind cuddling him is a simple task in his eyes

The height of his interest in touch comes when he's trying to sleep though

He's prone to pretty awful night terrors given all that he's been through, so I'd say that's the only real time that he truly does rely on you and your gift

Even if it's just something as small as holding his hand while you lay next to him, any little bit helps

He definitely notices more difficulty sleeping when you're not around, so he's thankful for you for sure

Mason is also pretty big on pda I think lol

Like holding hands, hugging, and kissing...

None of that bothers him!

Although he enjoys nearly all forms of touch from you, he'd have to admit that he loves it the most even you run his back or hold his hands

It's... Comforting

Weaver

Off, poor Weaver, he's a mess

Imagine someone who burns with an all consuming desire just to be touched damn it !!! like Hudson does, and yet has ten times the reservations and insecurities about it as Adler does

That's close to what Weaver is like

He's extremely shy around you, just to start off

In fact, he's probably still star struck that you actually wanted to be in a relationship with him in the first place

And so, he's not sure how to act...

He really is a big softie on the inside, and yet he's not sure if you'd like that

After all, he's the big, tough Russian guy to everyone else

That's who you met, so it would make sense that that's what you want, right?

While Hudson would warm up after a while and, albeit awkwardly I'm sure, ask you for some cuddling time or some such...

... Weaver almost never asks, but will instead make it painfully obvious that he wants it lol

It definitely does not help that he's quite insecure with his appearance

These days, he's a just a touch more soft and round then he use to be, and that's on top of his missing eye and greying hair

If you are of the opinion that such things only make him more suited for cuddling, warm and comfy as he is, it will take him an awful long time to believe you

Buuuuuuut...

Although he loves to pretend he only tolerates his at best, he does rather enjoy it when you give his chest or tummy some affection

It's sort of like Adler and his scars: Weaver loathes the state of his abdomen, amongst other things, but he must admit...

He likes that you like it

Woods

Geez, Woods is probably as opposite from Weaver as it gets

I once heard the phrase "a dog in human form", and honestly?

It doesn't get more accurate then that

This man lives for attention and the fact that you want to give it to him, drives him crazy

He's pretty shameless, and is down to be touched or felt basically whenever

It's to the point that he's taken up walking around the house shirtless just in anticipation of any cuddling or rubs to be had

He's a bit performative about it, which can be either entertaining or annoying depending, but he never misses an opportunity to show off his muscles to you and let you have a feel

Really though, anywhere you want to touch, however you want to do it, go ahead baby! He'll eat it up lmao

Of course, if you catch him at a time in his life where he's going the route of Weaver and developing some dad bod...

Totally different story

If that's the case, he's extremely adverse to letting you touch places like his thighs, chest, and of course his stomach

Really, just anywhere that's filled out

Which in his mind, could very well extend to his body as a whole

Needless to say, this creates a very powerful inner turmoil between his desire to be near to you and impress you, and his fear of rejection

With this Woods, it'll take a loooot of gentle touches and reasurace to bring him around

But once he trusts you, he's be right back to how toned Woods would act

Bare chested, tummy out, and ready for some lovin 😌

[headoverheelsforramsey]

Hey hey hey! Here are this week's newlywed questions! So excited!

Note: Once again, this week’s round focuses on photos! Dialogue is entirely optional, though for some of these, it’d be fun to know the story behind the pictures ;) Tumblr mobile only allows 10 picture uploads (there are 10 questions), so collages are highly encouraged! Otherwise, the non-beta version of Tumblr desktop will allow more than ten.

Have fun!

For MC

Favorite childhood photo of Ethan

What’s your phone wallpaper image?

Contact name and photo for Ethan

Top three photo results when you Google Ethan

First picture of or with him that you uploaded to social media

For Ethan

Favorite childhood photo of your spouse

What’s your phone wallpaper image?

Contact name and photo for your spouse

Top three photo results when you Google your spouse

First picture you ever took of or with your spouse

*Credit to the anon who sent me the first three questions!

Hi Bree! These questions were so fun to answer, I loved it! 🤩 Thank you for sending these to me! 💖

P.S. : Ignore my mediocre editing skills, I tried my best! 😬

So lezz go!

FOR MEERA

Favorite childhood photo of Ethan

Meera : Ooh! Starting with a bang!

Ethan : No, Meera. Bree said favourite not embarrassing.

Meera : What if the embarrassing one is my favourite?

Ethan (with a snug face) : Fine then, I have ammunitions too.

Meera : You do?

Ethan (nods)

Meera (thinks for a moment) : Fine, so can we call it truce that no embarrassing pictures this round? (extends hand)

Ethan (shakes hand) : Sure Dr. Ramsey-Bose.

Meera : After the infamous CPR pic, this has to be my favourite. Look at this kid. Isn't he adorable? 🥺 You were always a dog person, no doubt we are soulmates.

Ethan : That's Tito. He was the pet to an elderly couple that lived accross the street from us. He was a very good boy.

What’s your phone wallpaper image?

Meera : This picture from our wedding is one of my favourite.

Ethan : Mine too.

Contact name and photo for Ethan

Meera : He didn't allow the 🥵 emoji so I bargained it for the 🔥 one.

Ethan : I neither understand the purpose nor importance of this.

Meera : Try being a millenial to understand babe.

Top three photo results when you Google Ethan

Meera (chuckles) : Remember the first time you did this for the pictagram profile.

Ethan : I said this that day, I'll say it again, the internet is a scary place.

Ethan : Officially off the market? What even is that?

Meera (not being able to stop laughing) : You look so cute when flustered.

Ethan rolls eyes

Meera : Okay this is the article from when you announced on national television that you are not single. And the rest two are your recent achievements.

Ethan : Yes but how is something from four years back still the top result?

Meera : You did break almost a million hearts that day.

Ethan (a huge grin on his face) : Damn. Bad luck, I am stuck with you.

First picture of or with him that you uploaded to social media

Meera : Oh my my I have to scroll waayyy back for that.

Ethan (looks at Meera's screen as she scrolls) : Howcome there are more pictures of me on your profile than yours?

Meera : Because you are hotter and more famous and that gives me much more likes and followers.

Ethan (shakes head) : Kids these days.

Meera : So, a little backstory. Dr. Ramsey kissed me infront of the entire hospital on the day of the Gala. But then didn't want to make our relationship public. I agreed because everyone was not in a right mindspace with the hospital closing and losing jobs.

Ethan : We were also figuring things out since we no longer would be working in the same place.

Meera : Then the hospital got saved and everything went back to normal. But he still didn't want to make it public. Next he wanted to take me for a getaway before the hospital opened after the remodeling. So I told him that I had to make it public now.

Ethan : As far as I remember, you ordered.

Meera : Yes I did. You tell me Bree what was I gonna tell my roommates? That I am going away for a romantic getaway with my BOSS? So I had to make it public a week before we left with this post. And all my friends and acquaintances literally roasted us alive in the comments. (facepalms)

Ethan : In my defense, how was I suppose to know that every single person knew?

Meera : You weren't quite subtle about it babe.

Ethan : But at the end it all paid off. (kisses Meera)

FOR ETHAN

Favorite childhood photo of your spouse

Meera : Remember no embarrassing ones.

Ethan : I got you, love.

(just breaking character here to say this is me lol 🙈)

Meera : Oh my God! How did you even get this?

Ethan : Maa (Meera's mom) sent this.

Meera : This was at my uncle's wedding. I was what? Four.

Ethan : and the cutest four year old.

What’s your phone wallpaper image?

Ethan : One from our Indian Wedding, where she looked like a queen.

Meera : I LOVE this picture!

Contact name and photo for your spouse

Meera (sighs) : Gonna be something boring for sure.

Meera : Okay Ramsey, I see you played well. Now what about adding a 🥵 emoji beside the purple heart?

Ethan : I'll delete the picture and the heart if you try to bring me to put one of those faces.

Meera : Okay, okay, I hear you. Better be happy with what you have!

Top three photo results when you Google your spouse

Meera : Am I even famous enough to be Google searched?

Ethan : Ofcourse you are, darling!

Meera (chuckles) : Yeah I am, after marrying you.

Ethan : That's not true see this one is about you heading the DT.

Meera : And the other ones are about our wedding and honeymoon respectively.

Ethan : Don't worry you will recieve all the recognition and love within a few years, I promise. (kisses her forehead)

Meera : With a husband and mentor like this, ofcourse I will.

First picture you ever took of or with your spouse

Meera : Shit! Why can't I remember this?

Ethan silently pulls out the picture.

Meera : Oh yes this was in Miami, with Ines!

Ethan : Absolutely correct.

Meera : Now I remember. I was too afraid to ask you for a photo so Ines made you click one of us. And look at you know, my designated photographer for life!

Ethan (grins) : Can't say, I don't enjoy capturing your beauty.

Meera : Aww!

(they kiss)

Phew! Another week done! Thank you Bree for this once again! 💖 @jamespotterthefirst @messrprongs

A/N : I realised after creating the social media post that @gryffindordaughterofathena had used the same photo. But she gave me a green light to post mine so thank you Dri! 🤗

Tagging my usual : @starrystarrytrouble @mm2305 @charisworld @choicesfanaf @potionsprefect @genevievemd  @shanzay44 @little-flowers-on-heaven @schnitzelbutterfingers  @coffeeheartaddict @gryffindordaughterofathena @chemist-ana @adiehardfan @custaroonie @ireneadlerisseggsy @takemyopenheart @natureblooms24 @mainstreetreader @izzyourresidentlawyer @a-crepusculo @quixoticdreamer16 @starryeyedrookie @barbean

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[johnsamericano]

“Mine.” l.m.k

Genre: suspense (kind of), smut-ish, angst.

Pairing: yandere/stalker!mark x fem!reader

Warnings: Possesive behavior, metions of death, yandere mark, psychological abuse, blackmailing, obsessive love

Disclaimer: This fanfic does not reflect the actual personalities of the idols mentioned, this is purely fictional.

a/n: I wanted to write something halloween-like before spooky season is over. This is actual shit please forgive me 😔

Taglist: @floweringtheflowers

“Where’s your friend, Hyuck?”

“Look, there he is. Jeno!” He walked towards you with a slightly shorter male by his side. “Hey man.”

“Hey Hyuck.” They hugged each other briefly. “I brought Mark, is that okay with you?”

“Sure.” You both answered at the same time.

“Thank you for driving us home, she doesn’t trust Uber drivers.”

“Shut up.” You’d seen the enough horror movies to know it’s never safe to get into a car with a stranger. “Thank you...Jeno and Mark, right?”

“No problem.” You noticed the shorter guy’s gaze was fixated in You. “Let’s get going.” You walked towards his car under the moonlight, the only audible sound was the one from your high heels clicking in the pavement.

“I’ve never seen you at our campus.” Mark suddenly blurted out.

“I’m an arts major, our building is literally hidden behind a bunch of trees.” He giggled. You swore it was the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard.

“I’m an architecture major.”

Hyuck sat beside the drivers seat while you kept chatting with Mark in the back row. He was the sweetest person and his laugh was so contagious. You exchanged numbers before hopping out of the car.

Mark texted you the moment you stepped inside your apartment, beginning a conversation that would keep you up till 2:00 a.m.

Your late night conversations kept happening for at least a week.

“Mark?” He was standing right at the entrance of your building.

“You weren’t lying when you said it was hidden behind a bunch of trees, it took me hours to find it.”

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” He was using a plain black shirt along with beige trousers. His silky hair covered his forehead almost completely.

“I found this nice Italian restaurant nearby and I remembered you said you liked it, so uhm...can I take you there?” He didn’t casually find it, he stayed up all night long looking up for places you’d like.

“You remembered!”

“So...is that a yes?”

“Yes!” The corners of his lips went up, revealing that beautiful smile you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about for the past week. “Let’s go.”

The food was absolutely delicious and the company was even better. Mark kept talking about whatever came first to his mind, installing a nice atmosphere around you.

“Wait, so you’re from Canada?” You asked before stuffing your mouth with lasagna once again.

“Yup.” He smiled while grabbing a napkin and wiping the corners of your mouth. “Sorry, it’s just that you had some tomato sauce.”

“It’s alright, thank you.” You couldn’t deny that the sweet gesture made your heart flutter.

The blush in your cheeks only made you prettier, and Mark couldn’t help but to imagine how would it be to cup your rosy cheeks. He almost felt the heat irradiating from them in the palms of his hands.

“So, uhm, do you have a girlfriend or something?” You shyly asked.

He laughed nervously before answering. “No, I’m single.”

“Is this a date then?” He was about to deny it, but you cut him off. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind if it was.”

“I-I guess it is then.” You giggled awkwardly, proceeding to take another bite of your delicious food. “So, can I hold your hand?” There was it again, that beautiful blush tinting your cheeks.

“Sure.” You extended your free hand, looking at your plate while you waited for him to take it.

He hesitantly reached out for it, taking your small hand between his fingers and caressing the soft skin. Everything around you seemed to have stopped, it was just you and him in your little bubble of happiness.

“Hyuckie.” You greeted him through the phone. “You won’t believe what happened today.”

“You finally got laid?”

“Asshole.” He giggled. “I had a date.”

“Yeah, I know. Mark wouldn’t stop talking about it.”

“Really?” You couldn’t hide the smile forming in your lips.

“Listen, I need to go now but we’ll talk later.” He made the sound of a kiss before hanging up.

(...)

You had a few more dates before he officially asked you to be his girlfriend. Despite everything was going too fast, you were happy with him.

“Y/n?” You were stuck inside of a classroom, trying to portrait the nude model in front of you as well as you could. There was a strange feeling burning in his chest.

“Oh, hey Mark.” Your gaze was fixated in the other male. “Johnny, you think we could finish later?”

“Sure.” He grabbed a silky robe and covered his exposed body. “See you.” He bowed before exiting the room.

“What exactly were you doing?” Mark’s usual sweet tone had become lower.

“Oh, Mark. Don’t tell me you’re jealous.” You mocked him. “Don’t worry, I only have eyes for you dummy.”

But your reassuring words weren’t enough. His mind was full of that naked man, his imagination creating wicked scenarios of you with him.

“I’m serious, Mark. You’re the only one that I love, okay?” He nodded, despite there was a voice in his head telling him not to believe you, that you were a liar. “Do you want to know how much I love you?” You slightly palmed him through the fabric of his jeans.

You made love to him in the middle of your classroom, but his mind was still somewhere else.

“Mark, what’s going on?” You asked while putting your clothes back on. “I told you it’s nothing to worry about, besides, it’s not the first time I-”

“So you’ve done this more than once.” A sarcastic grin adorned his lips. “I think I’ll go home now.”

“But what about our date?”

“I’m not in the mood, y/n.” He slammed the door on his way out.

He’d never talked to you like that before, and it was certainly disconcerting. You picked up your materials, turning the lights off before exiting the room.

That night you recieved a text from Mark apologizing for his behavior. But something felt off. You decided to let it slide, he’d probably be back to normal the next day.

But the thing is, he never completely went back to normal, his scary persona would come out at the minimum sight of you with another boy. And it was frankly pissing you off, but again, you let it slide.

“Touch her again and I’ll crush your legs.” You were taking to one of your classmates when he ruffled your hair, little did you know Mark had been watching the two of you.

“Dude, chill. We’re just friends.”

“Mark, what the hell?” You whispered.

“Let’s go.” He grabbed your wrist harshly, dragging you out of the building while you struggled to get out of his grip.

“Stop, Mark. You’re hurting me.”

He stopped, letting go of you. “Are you cheating?”

“You’re being stupid right now.”

“Well, how about you stop being such a slut with your classmates, huh?” That was your breaking point.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” His heart was aching, regret filling every inch of his body. “I’m sick of your possessiveness!” You crossed your arms over your chest. “And calling me a slut? I think we should take a break.”

“I’m sorry, babe, I didn’t mean any of it.” He tried to embrace you, but yo pushed him away.

“Leave me alone, please.” But how could he stay away from his precious little angel? You were asking him to do the impossible. He’d fallen for you so quickly, yet so hard.

“Please, y/n. Give me another chance, I swear to god it won’t happen again. But please, don’t leave me.”

You went back in, ignoring your boyfriend’s sobs.

‘I can’t loose her.’ The thought kept repeating in his mind over and over again. He had to be with you at all costs, even if it meant threatening you.

“Mark, I swear to god if you call me once again I’ll block you.” You picked up your phone after listening to your call ringtone for about thirty minutes.

“I’m outside of your house. Let’s talk, please.”

“Mark, we’re done. So please, leave.”

“We’re not done until I say so.” There it was again. That cold tone that gave you goosebumps. “Check your messages.”

Your phone vibrated against your cheek, signaling you had a new text. You opened your chat with Mark, only to find a picture of you naked, legs wide open.

“H-how?” You never noticed he’d taken pictures of you, and it made you wonder how many times he’d done it.

“You better open the door before I post this so everyone can see it.” He smirked at you as soon as you opened the door. Dark circles and puffy eyes adorned his face. “Always so obedient.”

“What the fuck?” You tried to grab his phone, earning a small grin from him. “Delete them.”

“Bossy, aren’t we? You should reconsider your words or I might just send the video as well.”

“There’s a video?” Your eyes were wide open, fear taking over your body. “Please don’t, I’ll do anything.”

“Now we’re talking.” He wasn’t capable of sending them to anyone since it would mean that other man would see you naked, but you didn’t have to know that. “Let’s take a seat, shall we?”

He made himself at home. He even had the audacity to hug you.

“I missed you.” He leaned closer to your hair, sniffing it, the calming scent of coconut filling his nostrils. “Did you miss me?”

There was only one correct answer.

“Yes.” You forced yourself to say.

“That sounded like a lie, baby.” He warned, unlocking his phone and mockingly playing your video.

“I-I missed you M-mark.” He hummed in approval, proceeding to turn his phone off.

(...)

You tried your best to please Mark for the next weeks, letting him take you out on dates and grab your hand, like he used to do.

“Mark.” Your voice was shaking slightly. “I need to stay for a few extra hours to finish my project.” He wanted you to inform him about each and every one of your movements, even installing a tracking device in your purse while you weren’t paying attention.

“You know, babe. I’ve been thinking, wouldn’t it be more convenient if we lived together?” At this point, you knew you wouldn’t be able to decline his offer. Nevertheless, you tried to talk your way out of it.

“But we’ve been dating for less than three months and we have different schedules-” His thumb found it’s way to your lips.

“We’ll figure it out. I’ll go to your house on Friday to help you packing. I can’t wait to live with you.” He let out a soft giggle before saying goodbye.

So now you were losing your only private place too. He’d be watching you 24/7, controlling each and every one of your movements. You were doomed and needed to find a way out of it.

You looked for your only trustworthy friend whom you’d not seen very often in the last few months.

“Hyuck can we meet?”

“It’s the first time I hear from you in weeks and you’re not even gonna say hello?”

“I’m sorry, but it’s really urgent. Are you free right now?” He hummed. “I’ll wait for you at the cafeteria.”

You sat down at one of the tables in the corner.

“I thought you were dead.” He hugged you tightly as soon as he saw you. “What’s going on? You sounded uneasy through the phone.”

“I need you to promise you won’t tell anyone.”

“Fine, just spit it out.”

You resumed all the events from your first date to the actual situation. Haechan’s jaw dropped by the end of your story.

“If this is a prank I’m gonna be pissed.” Mark was his friend, so of course, it was shocking to find out what he’d been up to.

“I really wish it was.” You were on the verge of tears, holding them in as well as you could. “Please, hyuck, help me.”

“First of all, I don’t think Mark will send those pictures to anyone. He’d only get himself in trouble.” He combed his hair back using his fingers. “And y/n, is your reputation really more important than your freedom?”

His advice helped you make a decision. You bid hyuck goodbye after promising to call him if anything happened and made your way to your building, where you knew Mark would be waiting for you.

“Mark.” You called him. He turned his head to the side, a big smile adorning his face as soon as he saw you.

“Hey baby. I have a lunch break now, wanna go to that Italian restaurant?”

‘That fucking Italian restaurant started everything.’

“No.” His eyebrows twitched the slightest, but that creepy grin remained.

“Have you forgotten about that photo?”

“Just do whatever you want.”

There was no way you could’ve known he’d take it so literally.

“Hey, y/n.” Johnny was standing a few meters away from you. “Ready for today’s session? You better make me look pretty in that canvas.”

You giggled. That was enough to set a fire inside Mark. He was the only one allowed to make you smile.

“Goodbye, Mark.” You went inside the building with him, laughing at whatever he’d just said.

‘Get rid of him.’ The voice inside of his head kept repeating. He was an obstacle between you and him, and obstacles need to be removed.

Hours went by quickly as you worked on your final project. You took a break to go to the bathroom and rest your mind.

“This is so tiring.” You said to yourself as you washed your hands. A loud thud was heard from a nearby classroom.

You quickly dried your hands and made your way to the room Johnny was in.

“Hey, is everything okay? Why did you turn off the lights?” You used your finger to turn the switch on.

‘Is this...blood?’ There was a poodle of opaque red liquid surrounding your classmate. Multiple injuries were visible in his naked body.

“Hi honey.” Chills ran down your spine as you heard Mark behind you. You turned around to face him.

“M-mark, what did you do?” He smirked, apparently unbothered even though he was standing over a poodle of blood.

“I’m sorry, baby. But he deserved it.” With every step he took forward, you took one back.

“He didn’t do anything!” Tears streamed down your face as he caged you between his arms.

“Oh, but he did.” You could hear some guttural sounds coming out from the limp body. He was still alive. “He looked at you with that dumb little smile, he even made you laugh. I needed to teach him not to mess with someone else’s property.” His breath was fanning against your nose. “And my little girl needed to be taught to behave.”

“Please, Mark. Stop this.”

“But I did it for us, babe. So we can be together forever.” The touch that you once craved now made you nauseous. “Don’t you want to be with me?”

“Mark, please, let me go.”

“I think I wasn’t clear enough.” His blood stained face came closer to yours, tracing your jawline with the tip of his bloody knife. “We’re soulmates, and soulmates are meant to be together.” He tilted his head as the metallic blade slightly pierced through the skin of your neck. “Don’t you think so, honey?”

The sounds coming from Johnny distracted you from the pain in your neck.

“We need to get him some help!” You tried to reach out for him, but Mark slammed you against the wall.

“You like him, don’t you?” Sadness peeked through his voice. “It’s okay baby, my love is enough for both of us.”

“Stop it!” You screamed while pushing him away with all your strength, getting enough space for you to run.

You ran as fast as you could, nevertheless, luck wasn’t on your side. You took a wrong step and fell down the stairs, a rib or two breaking in the process. You whined, hugging your chest in an attempt to ease the pain.

“Oh, sweetie. Look what you’ve done.” Mark smirked as he looked down at you. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” He crouched beside your curled up body with a grin. “Let’s take you home.”

[unprofessional-bard]

Chapter 6 - Late Night Coffee

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Pairing: Joel Miller x Female!Reader/OC

Warnings: The moment you all have been waiting for - smut: a heavy makeout session followed by fingering and vaginal sex... and fluff, of course, Joel being a big fool in love 😚

Summary: "If we do this, there's no going back." // "If we do this, I'm all yours."

Word Count: 4.928

Author's Note: I wanted to name this chapter after an erotic poem I read a few days ago but I came across Late Night Coffee by Michael Faudet so... yeah, I hope y'all like this part 😌 + For those of you who might be wondering about the date, this chapter takes place near the end of December, 2034.

Enjoy!

"Oh no..." Ellie sighed.

What happened after your first kiss with Joel wasn't entirely pleasant.

Walt, drunk, dropped bottle in his hand to the ground, a loud crash attracting all the attention toward him. Joel and you simultaneously turned your heads in his direction. The hurt and shock on his face felt like poison down your throat.

I won't deal with this, you frowned and, with a single motion, grabbed your crutches and walked out of the door.

"What the hell?" Ellie, more confused than ever, gave a look to Joel as if she was saying Go after her! He made sure to give Walt a displeased look before he stormed out after you.

"Dolly?" You heard Joel's footsteps get closer. It was snowing outside and the snowflakes were falling like they were slowed down. You sighed, looked down and stopped walking, letting him catch up to you. "Hey, what's wrong?"

He stood across you, hands gently holding the sides of your arms: "I can't- I don't want to deal with him."

"Don't mind him, let's just go inside hm?" Joel ran his hand slowly up and down to comfort you but it wasn't really working.

"I don't want to," You nodded, still refusing to look him in the eye. "Not after that, no... I just- I don't know what's wrong with him!"

"You wanna go home?" Joel offered. It was then when you finally looked up at him.

"...Yeah, I'd like that," You nodded. Just when Joel was about to go back and let Tommy know, he came out of the diner.

"What's goin' on?" Tommy looked at you worriedly. "Don't worry about Walt, Maria's taking care of him-"

"No, it's fine," You sighed. "I'm too tired anyways."

"You sure you don't wanna come back?" Tommy pointed at the diner over his shoulder with his thumb. "At least finish your drink?"

"I'll finish it at home, but thank you Tommy. I'll see you in the morning." You smiled and he returned it, beckoning Joel back to the diner so he could get your drinks. When he came back, he had two bottles in each hand.

"I don't think you're quite done for the night, Doll." Joel smirked, you grinned and sighed.

To say you were feeling awkward would definitely not be an understatement.

"What the hell is wrong with him?" You shook your head as you started heading towards your house. "I really don't understand why he's acting like this."

"Remember what I told you? The first time we had coffee?"

"That he's jealous?" You looked at him. "Psh, no way-"

"Well, you got a better explanation?" Joel asked, voice deep and calm.

You kept walking, dragging your crutches and cast in inches thick snow while Joel continued: "He's obviously jealous because you're with someone else now."

"...What if he's jealous of you?" You asked and giggled when Joel's composure broke and chuckled. "I'm just sayin'!"

"Don't tell me you're drunk already," Joel smiled.

"No... maybe... a little," You giggled, making him laugh and suddenly, Walt wasn't on your mind. The kiss you shared with Joel - you felt like there was more to come in the following hours.

You made it to your house and took off extra layers of clothing in your room while Joel placed the bottles on your kitchen counter. Your house was much warmer comparing to the weather outside, which made Joel sigh and take his jacket off as you made your way into the kitchen.

"Gonna keep me company, are you?" You teased and Joel nodded. "No, really, you should go back."

"And leave you alone to drink all o' these by yourself? In your dreams, Dolly." Joel smirked and followed you into the saloon through the kitchen. You managed to walk without the crutches at home and you were so glad that the cast was going to come off in two days.

You drank whatever was left of your beer in a long, fast gulp as soon as you sat down on the couch, making Joel chuckle: "Woah there..."

A few drops oozed from the corners of your mouth and rolled down your chin, making you smile. You were really nervous, you needed that, but you were already a little tipsy and relaxed because of it; you extended your legs toward him on the couch and said: "Not gonna lie, Joel, you're a pretty good kisser."

Joel seemed more relaxed as well, for he replied equally flirty: "That so?"

"M-hm," You nodded with a grin. Your heart was beating like crazy, truth be told, but you were also feeling bold.

"You're not so bad yourself," He shifted a little toward you, gently lifting your leg and placing it on the coffee table, while placing your other leg on his lap.

"Not so bad?" You mocked offense and gave him a look.

"I mean, we were interrupted," Joel traced his fingertips on your leg, not looking at you but a small smirk played on his lips. "Maybe if it had lasted a little longer, I could change my mind."

"You want another one?" You flashed your teeth at him, grin widening. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire when he bit his lip.

"I don't think I'm the only one who does," Joel leaned over to the table to take another sip of his drink. "Am I wrong, (Y/N)?"

Your breathing almost came to a stop when he said your name with that voice of his, deep and husky- seductive, even. You looked away and smiled, reaching for your second bottle when you felt his hand brush against your knee.

"You're not wrong, Mr. Miller," You sighed and leaned back. "It's just that, all those ladies out there- Esther, Tammy- they want to be in my place and get a taste. You know it, I know it... but you picked me?"

"I don't think the mistletoe was above them-"

"Fuck the mistletoe," You chortled. "It's not a must, you could've chosen not to kiss me, then give Ellie an earful and ruin the night for everyone - but you didn't."

"What do you want me to tell you?" Joel's voice was just above a whisper.

"I want you to tell me what you want." You leaned forward, looking him in the eyes.

Joel was definitely not expecting that request from you. Completely caught off guard, he took a moment to recollect himself, then leaned in a little closer and finally: "If we do this, there ain't no goin' back, Doll."

Your eyes slowly moved down to his lips, then back at his hazel orbs; looking deep into them, with a serious expression, you whispered: "If we do this, I'm all yours, Joel."

Joel's heart ached with ecstasy and thus he leaned forward, cupped your face in his big hands and latched his lips onto yours once more. Such a passion and lust filled kiss it was, it knocked the breath out of you. Your hands found themselves on his shoulders, pulling him in for more. He carefully lifted your leg up and placed it on the back of the couch and laid you down, settling between your legs and wrapping the said leg around his waist. His tongue found yours in a rush, making you sigh and moan quietly into his mouth. This was not only the first kiss you'd ever recieved from someone in years, but the best kiss you'd ever experienced in your history of kisses.

Your hands found their way to the back of his neck and shoulders, finally getting to touch them how you wanted to. He was radiating so much heat, you decided it was about time he took his shirt off, so you began unbuttoning. He was breathing heavily and his breaths were shallow, offering a small hint of groans.

"Joel," you sighed when his head dipped into the crook of your neck, peppering kisses on your collarbones and sucking light hickeys on your sensitive flesh. He grinded his manhood against your core, getting a soft moan out of you.

"Dolly, Dolly, Dolly..." He whispered like a prayer as he took his time between kisses. Once you were done with the last button, you pushed his shirt off his muscular arms, making him lean back. You opened your eyes to his naked body, which was even better than you could've ever fantasised: His chest was quite hairy, but not too much, it was scattered around his abdomen, but the line of hair which disappeared into his underwear was more than enough to widen your pupils. He threw the shirt onto the coffee table as your hands explored his chest - one going directly down to his navel while the other lingered on his waist and hip.

"I've wanted you for so long..." Joel brushed a strand of hair behind your ear and cupped your cheeks. "Do you want this?"

"Yes, Joel, yes," You pushed yourself up to feel his lips on yours once more. His hands slipped under your sweater and pulled it up and over your head. "I want you so bad-"

Joel didn't even mind where the sweater was thrown off to, what you just said awakened something deep within him and you were interrupted by a hungry kiss. His big hands grabbed your waist as he laid you down once more. You decided to push your luck and bit his lip, making him groan.

He pulled away, pupils dilated to the point that even with the light from the kitchen, you couldn't see his iris: "Wanna play rough, do you doll?"

You couldn't possibly have been more turned on, you thought, even though in the following minutes you were going to be proven awfully wrong.

"You let me know if anything hurts, 'kay?" Joel cupped your cheek once more, making you stare into his eyes as you nodded. He placed a final kiss on your lips and began kissing his way to your breasts. He pushed your bra down and let your breasts out of the cups, groaning at the sight of them. He quickly took a nipple in his mouth, making your face twist up in pleasure.

"Oh, my god- Joel-" You gasped, squirming under his body, running your fingers through his hair.

Giving equal amount of attention to both of your breasts -sucking on one and groping the other- had your panties soaking wet.

"Joel... bedroom," You moaned as he removed your bra.

"Yes ma'am," Joel chuckled, amused but turned on. You absolutely loved the way his bulge rubbed against your pussy - his cock ached with each stroke, he thought he could come just like that. He picked you up carefully and sat you on his lap, then got up and grabbed your thighs for support, biting and kissing your neck as he carried you to your bed. He slowly laid you down and started pulling your pants off as he placed kisses on your belly, moving down dangerously close to your womanhood.

"Can't believe it took us this long," Joel groaned as he threw your pants somewhere in the room.

"I intend to make it up for all that lost time- starting now," You chuckled, out of breath. "Think you can keep up, old man?"

"Old man?" Joel climbed on top of you after removing his own shoes and pants. "You ain't much younger than me."

"Are you fifty or are you fifty?" You giggled as he laid down beside you, hands lingering on the line of your underwear.

"I may be fifty," Joel chuckled, then slowly let his hand slither into your panties and between your folds. "But I'll treat you better than Walt- and anyone younger or older than me."

Your breath hitched when his calloused fingertips brushed against your clit, his confidence and promise of guaranteed satisfaction setting your body on fire. He moved his unoccupied hand under your head and placed his arm under your neck while you just laid there and let him rub you in all the right places. He was laying on the side of your fine leg, so he trapped it between his legs and had you opening yours wider, making you whine.

"Mhmm... You like that, doll?" Joel whispered against your ear and kissed your lips. The only thing you could do was moan as his fingers slipped further down to your entrance. It was too much- oh god it reallt was: His lips on yours, fingers on your clit while getting ready to stretch you for the first time in a long time, body naked and hot against you, him...

The feeling of his finger slipping inside you had you moaning into his mouth, so he took the advantage and his tongue met yours while you took his finger in.

"Ah, Joel," You grabbed his wrist: "So good, yes, keep going..."

After exploring your depths with a single digit for a while, he added a second and stretched you furthermore: "You alright, darlin'?"

"Yeah, yeah," You whispered and whined, eyes closed. The pain slowly turned into ecstatic pleasure as his thumb rubbed against your clit in the meanwhile. He stretched you good, your moans turned into high pitched whines with the sounds of your wetness and before you knew it, you were coming around his fingers.

"That's it, doll, that's it..." Joel groaned against your ear as he fingered you through your orgasm, his erection pressing against your leg, begging for the release and solace it had been waiting for for months.

"You good?" Joel grinned at your sweaty, boneless form after he removed his fingers from inside you.

"You're asking?" You sighed loudly, making him chuckle.

"I mean, if you're too tired-" Joel joked, but you shut him up by grabbing his erection, making him moan mid sentence.

"Who says I'm too tired?" You smirked. "We're not quite done yet... are we, cowboy?"

"Nope, we're not," Joel sighed, slightly surprised at your sudden move. "Turn to the right for me, doll."

You didn't waste a second and did as he asked, turning to your side, making sure to press your ass against his cock as you did, making him groan quietly. He pulled your panties down and ghosted a hand over your globe, giving it a squeeze and planting a kiss behind your ear in the meanwhile. He finally pulled his fully erect cock out of his boxers and teased your folds with the tip.

"Tell me to stop and I'll stop," Joel whispered as he lined himself up by your entrance. You nodded and gave his hand on your hip a reassuring squeeze. Joel slowly pushed in: The deeper he went, the more painful it became so you groaned out a quite Wait. You both groaned at the feeling as you adjusted to his size while he kissed the back of your neck and shoulders. He was quite big, but it turned you on more than it stressed you out.

"Okay," You whispered and let him go deeper. With a groan, Joel lightly snapped the rest of his length inside you, making you hiss.

"Sorry," Joel kissed the crook of your neck apologetically. He caressed the side of your body and continued placing hungry yet passionate kisses on your shoulders along with the back of your neck.

"Alright, let's see what you got..." You chuckled, eyes closed, sweat trickling down your- everywhere, same as him.

He slowly began rocking his hips forward, his cock filling you up and making your jaw drop at how big he was, gasps leaving your lips. You grabbed his hand on your hip and pulled it up to your breast, encouraging him to squeeze it and he gladly obliged. You loved this, you loved the pace and the sticky noises coming from your entrance. As if that weren't enough, Joel technically read your mind and kissed the side of your face with a whisper: "You want me to go faster, sugar?"

"Yes," You moaned and felt him driving his hips into you faster.

"You feel so good- oh Dolly, the things you do to me..." Joel groaned, slipping his other hand under your body and getting a hold of your other breast.

You smiled at his words: "You're the one to talk!"

He suddenly pulled out of you and pushed you down on your back, carefully parted your legs open and put them over his thighs; he leaned down and teased your clit with his tip once more, before burying himself deep inside of you. He covered his body with yours and held onto your shoulders with his arms under your shoulder blades, thrusting into you with the perfect pace and rhythm - it made you moan with each thrust, which seemed to draw him wild.

"Joel-" You whined into his ear, nails digging into his shoulders and back. "Don't stop... oh-"

Joel added more to his pace but his rhythm fell off track the faster he went. His shallow breathing, your hushed moans and skin slapping against skin being the only noises in the room added more to your pleasure and with a final, high pitched moan, you came around his cock.

"Oh Dolly-" Joel growled and pulled out of you, spilling his seed on your inner thighs. He collapsed to your side, breathing heavily.

For a minute or two, you just laid there and tried to catch your breath with him. You never thought you'd be sweating like this in the middle of winter.

"I need to clean myself up," You groaned and sat up on the bed, running a hand through your hair.

"Fill the tub," Joel grinned. "I'll be right there."

"The tub?" You asked him "What are you up to?"

"You'll see," Joel sat up and placed a soft kiss on your shoulder before putting on his boxer and going to the kitchen. You put on your panties and went to the bathroom, then started the water. Your tub was quite big and it took awhile to get it filled, but with him joining, you figured, you didn't need it to be filled completely. The man was almost the size of a small bear and you really didn't want to clean up the water spilling out of the tub as you were quite sleepy.

Around ten minutes later, a familiar scent reached your nose and Joel walked in with two mugs of coffee in hand: "Coffee? Really? It's almost midnight..."

"And we got a lot of 'making up' to do, remember?" Joel smirked, cheeks pink as he put the mugs on the counter.

You both got in and sat on opposite edges with your mugs in hand, simply enjoying each other's company. You silently thought on what to say as Joel admired your glowing face.

"For the longest time, I thought you weren't interested," You smiled. "I thought you and Esther-"

"Nope," Joel chuckled. "No, it was you. Always you... but I thought you still had eyes for Walt."

"Yeah, no... I had them on you. Can't believe it took us this long."

You both shared a laugh and after finishing your coffees, you helped each other clean up and got out, running back under the sheets as the cold began biting the moment you got out of the water.

You turned around in his arms on the bed and let the warmth envelop your body, but only a few moments later, you felt something digging into your rear: "Someone's ready for another round..."

"Ain't you?" Joel challenged once more, wrapping his arms tighter around you and placing kisses around your neck.

One thing you never complained about while living in Jackson was the heat. When it was cold outside, your house was always cozy in the perfect degree - never too hot or too cold, but right now you were overheated, which was why you woke up- woke up, but you couldn't really move, causing last night's images to fill your mind.

Joel was currently, probably unknowingly, spooning you. You were turned to the right and he had his arms around your waist. If you stood like that a little longer, you were going to suffocate.

You tried your best to move away with minimal movement but the moment your waist moved away from his grip, his fingers dug into your hip and pulled you back to him once more.

"Joel," you chuckled sleepily. "It's too hot."

He groaned and reluctantly let go of you, letting you roll around the bed and face him, lying on your belly and wrapped around the sheet. He looked so peaceful and relaxed, it made your heart explode.

"Good morning," you smiled, voice deep and eyelids low.

"Mornin' doll." Joel replied, eyes closed.

"Thank god it's our day off, huh?"

"Yeah..." he sighed contentedly. You smiled and moved to give him a kiss, but stopped abruptly. Did you really have Joel Miller lying naked on your bed right now or was this a dream? A trick?

"Are you gonna just stare at me or am I gonna get a kiss?"

Your heart almost melted away at the small smile formed on his lips and moved forward to give him a deep kiss.

"Woah Dolly," Joel sighed once you pulled away, finally opening his eyes. "You really want a repeat of last night now?"

"You say it as if it's such a bad thing," you said jokingly, then let him pull your body on top of his. "Looks like I'm not the only one who wants it."

Joel smirked and slid his hand lower to squeeze your rear, making you sigh in delight. In the meanwhile his other hand trailed up your spine to the back of your neck and settled in your hair. You leaned forward for another kiss and his tongue wasn't by any means slow to find your own, making you moan quietly. Just as you started rocking against his half erect cock, however, there was a knock on your door.

"Ah, what the hell?" You whined as Joel growled.

"Let me answer," Joel gently pushed you off him. "We won't be bothered then."

"You don't even know who it is!" You whisper yelled as he grabbed his pants from the ground and put it on. "What if it's Ellie or-"

"(Y/N), you awake?"

Walt.

Joel and your eyes locked for a solid second before he smirked and you hissed: "Joel, no-"

He chuckled and made his way into the room where his shirt was. You were hot on his heels, wrapping the blanket around yourself and stumbling into the room. Joel tossed you his shirt: "Wear this."

You were excited and anxious at the same time. Mostly, you really wanted to see Walt's reaction, but after this, there was no turning back.

"(Y/N)?" Walt knocked harsher as Joel made his way to the door, you stood back and leaned on a wall away from sight. You watched as the door opened and Joel, with his (half) naked glory, greeted a frozen Walt.

"It's not polite to wake a lady up on her day off like you do," Joel spoke. You could practically hear his smirk even though his back was turned to you.

"It's eleven thirty- What the hell are you doing here?" Walt asked in disbelief, his expression was priceless.

Her, Joel thought, biting his lip to stop himself from saying it out loud: "I might ask you the same thing."

"I, uh- well I thought, I mean figured- I just wanted to talk to her?"

"Well, I'll be out of your way then," Joel replied nonchalantly. "Dolly, there's someone who wants to see you darlin'."

"Darling?" Walt repeated his words in disappointment as you slowly walked over to where they were.

"Yes?" You looked innocently at Joel, who's breath silently hitched at how his shirt had fitted you - it ended mid-thigh and although he'd seen you naked just a moment ago, this sight really did things to him. "Oh, hey Walt."

"Hey, I uh..." Walt tried to speak but he was absolutely dumbfounded at the scene in front of him.

"Can we talk later if it isn't utterly important? I have some unfinished business that requires my immediate attention, so..."

"Uh no, I mean sure, yeah let's talk later." Walt spoke, voice quiet.

"Alright, see ya!" You faked a smile and waved before Joel shut the door.

"My god," you burst into laughter once the door was closed, Joel laughing heartily with you. "Joel Miller you're such an..."

"What?" He smirked as his arms found their way around your waist once more, his face inches away from yours. "I know a couple of words starting with a vowel... handsome and gentleman ain't it."

You playfully swatted his chest at the comment and giggled. It was then, you noticed, you looked like those old cartoons with heart eyes.

Oh shit, you mused, I think I'm in love with him.

"You wanna uh..." Joel smirked at you. "You wanna take this to the bedroom or...?"

"Eh, Walt kind of ruined the view." You smiled. "Let's have breakfast, it's almost noon." You winked and gave him a soft kiss before parting from him.

You pulled out a pan, smiling like a fool in love, and went to grab a few eggs, only to find out Joel had already gotten them.

"You're not doing this on your own, you know." Joel smiled and you both began cooking.

The way you worked together was as well as out on patrol. You two had different disciplines with different backgrounds, but you fit so well together - like puzzle pieces.

"These were called 'brunches', right?" Joel asked ironically as he nibbled on a piece of toast.

"Right," you smiled, then giggled at the memory from a few minutes ago.

"What's got you laughin'?" Joel smiled.

"Never in my life I thought Joel Miller would open the god damn door half naked on a cold, snowy ass December morning just to prove a point."

And points were proven of course: Things escalated quickly after that, a few of your neighbour's seeing Joel leave your house and the both of yours' improved moods made the thing between you two quite obvious. Tommy teased the most, especially Joel and Ellie was constantly in your hair about the situation.

The complicated part was Walt. You had learned the truth about his actions in a very brutal way.

It was only a few hours after you and Joel's night together when you reluctantly went to find Walt. He was already back from patrol and at the diner, his old but new patrol partner Bruce informed you. You went to the diner and saw him drinking with Cedric at the bar. You debated on whether you should go now or not, but since you were already here, you might as well get over with it. He was the one who wanted to talk, after all.

"If it isn't queen bee herself," Cedric noticed you approaching, offering you his seat so that you didn't have to stand with your crutches.

"Hey there Ced, Walt," You pushed Cedric down on his seat. "I won't take up your time, Walt and I have to talk."

You both went out and walked into an alley-like gap between two buildings. You weren't exactly pleased to deal with him at that moment as he appeared to be a little drunk: "Alright, what do you want to talk about? Spit it out."

"Woah there, you ain't gonna even ask me how I'm doing? I know you had a fun night." Walt spoke.

"I don't have time for your silliness right now," You got impatient. "And don't expect me to, after the shit you pulled off last night."

"Hey, it was an accident!" Walt spoke. "Maria gave me an earful because of it and I wanted to apologise but you never came back... Should'a known why."

"What do you want from me?!" You spread your arms and frowned at him.

"I love you (Y/N)!"

Your angry expression shared its place with a confused one: "What?"

"It's you, (Y/N), it was always you," Walt's voice wavered. "I never understood why I didn't like Joel but deep down I knew I was jealous of him because he had all of your attention then..."

You listened in horror to the things he said, processing them bit by bit: "I didn't want to take things further with Bonnie, but I had hoped you'd be jealous of us so I did. I thought I loved her but- I was a fool. I pushed you away further and lost you completely."

If it were possible, you'd have steam coming out of your nose. You were angry, upset, lost, heartbroken and mostly disappointed - all in the same time. After your night with Joel, you told him you'd be all his and you were true to your words. You didn't feel any sort of romantic interest towards Walt anymore, the butterflies in your stomach were no longer flying in frenzy because of him.

"Yes, you did," You spoke. "Don't you ever- ever come up to me with this shit again."

"But (Y/N)-"

"I had feelings for you," You lightly shook your head sideways. "But that was a long time ago. I don't- I have nothing for you left. If you try and intervene with my relationship- if you even try something with Joel?"

Walt took a step back, you could tell he was scared of you at that moment: "I'll make sure you regret 'loving' me in the first place."