#when they stretch out a character knowing us even just over a few living world chapters it hits better

[full-of-skritt]

A-net needs to learn that introducing a character and then killing them off for an emotional impact doesn't work as well when it's all during the same storyline you can complete in less than a day. Because they do this constantly.

And it's like "oh, neat, I think I kinda like this character...aaaaaand they're dead. Well, huh..." Is not the reaction they're going for but we don't spend enough time with the character for it to be anything else.

[shiny-jr]

Get you a guy with thighs bigger than yours.

- Warning: Gender-neutral reader. 

- Characters: König.

- Summary: Thick thighs do not save lives.

- Note: This came about because I was just talking crazy in the dms with a mutual. I originally wasn't going to ever let this see the light of day, but then I decided, why the hell not? If I get smacked with delayed embarrassment, I'll just delete. Yeah, I know this isn't what I usually write and post, but oh well. Anyways, after this, we will be back to our regular scheduled content shortly. Oh, and sorry for minor mistakes, I wrote this like at midnight.

. . .

You decided to put a movie on. Just for a distraction. After about an hour into the movie, the leather couch got a bit uncomfortable since it stuck to your skin. So you slunk down to the floor, bringing a pillow or two down with you to use in case extra comfort was needed. The movie was beginning to lose your attention, but you still watched the screen attentively as if you were still focused on the film's plot.

What ended up catching your attention, was the slight shifting couch. Well, slight probably wasn't the correct word, as the movement was anything but light. It was safe to assume the shifting was from a guy who was well over 200 Ibs and a few inches short of 7 ft, although you didn't know the exact numbers because you never wanted to ask König outright.

It was easier to hear the movement, as the large figure scoot a few inches over. Instead of sitting beside you like he was a few seconds earlier, he had not so discreetly moved to take your vacant spot and sit directly behind you. He tried to stay quiet, he really did, but it wasn't so easy for him given his size. At the very least, he treaded carefully, not bumping your back once with his legs or accidentally knocking the back of your skull with his kneecaps.

You didn't move, but your eyes slowly glanced downward, where you could see the tip of his boots. Custom made, as most department stores didn't carry anything in his size. Most articles of clothing he had were custom-made or bought in special stores, save for that odd black diy mask he often wore over his head like a hood to hide himself from the world. Too afraid to lean back and accidentally make contact and disturb this fragile peace, you remain still despite the slight ache in your lower back that make you want to lean back and stretch. But you don't. All you could do was try to revert your attention back to the movie and not think any unholy thoughts, that is, until you heard more movement.

To not bump his knees against you, Konig spread his legs a bit and leaned down. The edges of his homemade cloth mask brushed against your back as you stiffened up, and you could make out the shape of his head beside yours as he whispered, "Do you, uh, want some...?"

Yes. "What???"

"Popcorn? Do you want some popcorn...??"

Oh.

After deciding whether or not you'd accept his offer, silence ensued, only fueled by the movie playing on the television. You weren't gonna lie, you have no idea what the hell was going on in the story anymore. A solid minute passed when he spoke again, sounding just as unsure as the first time. He spoke, as if whatever thoughts he had on his mind earlier where left to simmer for long enough.

"Scheiße. Sorry, should I have not moved here...? You can still lean back if you want?"

"Oh, okay... I, um, I'll do that."

Your back was starting to ache a little from sitting up without support, so, feeling just as awkward as he was feeling, you leaned your back against the couch. Instantly, as soon as you did that, your peripheral vision was covered by his knees and part of his legs. The movie was pretty much pointless now, as you were currently wondering whether you should thank whatever gods existed or curse them for the fact that König did not have shorts on. Even without shorts and with specially fitted cargo pants, they could not conceal the insane bulk of his legs. Especially his thighs. Good lord. The two pillows you brought down before from the couch were essentially useless now because on each side of your head were his limbs that rivaled the best of My Pillow.

Think of something else, anything else, is what you tried to tell yourself.

That idea would go out the window as soon as you felt something in your hair. Carefully twisting a few strands, you felt some thick and calloused fingers gently try and feel the texture of your hair. But it lasted only for a brief second, as he immediately pulled his hands away and murmured a tiny bit louder from his whisper earlier, "Ah, sorry, I should've asked first. I should not have done that. I am sorry––"

"It's okay, I... don't mind." You shrugged it off, and much to your surprise and contentment, he continued.

The first few seconds had a bit more hesitancy, but as time ticked by, seconds turned to minutes, his boldness increased. It started with his large hands carefully feeling the texture of your hair, then it became slow brush strokes as his thick fingers ever-so-carefully untangled knots in your stands of hair. Until eventually it escalated, and he gathered the courage to do something so bold as to scratch your skull. He could easily take your entire face in one hand and crush your skull, but he didn't. There was no sign of any such roughness. Instead, his fingers and nails continued to comb through your hair, lightly scratching your scalp. At first when he did this, he paused, and waited for any objections or signals of a negative reaction, but after no such thing, he continued and seemed pleased.

It was after about five-minutes and heavy mental debating in your mind that you decided to suck it up and go for it. What's the worst that could happen? Honestly, you didn't even expect to make it this far.

So, after taking in a breath, you let your head fall to the side. It wasn't like those romantic scenes where you watch the character lean their head against a love interest's shoulder. Oh no, you were skipping that part, your ear landed right on his thigh. Which was probably due to the cushion you placed underneath you on the floor that elevated you a few extra inches, or else you might've missed. In that moment, right as the side of your head landed on its intended target, you felt him freeze. His fingers stopping, nails still on your scalp. A second passed, then two, then three, like time froze.

You were almost tempted to pry yourself off and apologize, but you really didn't want to. But you had to ask. "Is this alright...?"

"J-Ja... I mean, yes..."

Your eyes widened, and you were sure you had on some goofy kinda grin but at least you weren't facing him so he couldn't tell. Once you heard his response, your shoulders slumped, relieved of tension you didn't even know you were carrying.

Even with your head against his thigh that wasn't plush but was still definitely comfortable, you realize you were no better than a man as you resisted the urge to just reach out and squeeze his other thigh that had gotten closer without you even realizing it. You had to dig your nails into your knee to prevent yourself from acting on impulse.

It was definitely almost pure muscle from what you could tell with your head on one of them. Firm but somehow still soft. Thick thighs, in fact, do not save lives, because these thighs have ended who knows how many between them in finishing moves on the battlefield. Lucky bastards. Trying your luck agian, you place a shaky hand on his other thigh, but he didn't react. A good sign? Possibly?

Forget goth gfs and thick plush thighs, apparently giant anxious austrian soldiers with thighs as thick as tree trunks and strong enough to obliterate skulls like melons were the new fad.

Movie totally forgotten, your vision was entirely covered when König leaned down a bit from his spot on the couch and you tilted your head to look up and meet his gaze. The masked man stared at you, his blue eyes peering down at you through the two small slits cut into his mask for his eyes to see. His mask partially dangled, but not fully, so not revealing himself to you. When your gaze traveled away, abruptly his thighs got closer, squishing your cheeks and the sides of your face but not enough to hurt. Just a bit of pressure to get you to look up again.

Oh god.

There was literally no space between your face and his legs anymore, and your arms instinctively went to the outer side of his thighs to try and pry them apart a bit. You didn't try much, maybe because you enjoyed it or because you didn't exactly have strength strong enough to rival his, so all you could do was clutch the pockets of his cargo pants that were just above his knees, your nails digging in softly just to get a quick feel.

Once he saw he had your attention again after he applied a bit of pressure, he cocked his head to the side and continued to look down at you through half-lidded eyes darkened by the shadow of his hood. Then he spoke, but this time with no apprehension in his quiet tone.

"You do know I've ruined others that were in a similar position to what you are in right now?"

[fettuccin-e]

Angel Incarnate

Kinktober Day 7: Soft and Slow

Tags: Javier Peña x Reader, afab!fem!reader, unprotected piv, slight breeding kink, really really light angst, domesticity, javi is finally happy guys okay (w/c: 1K)

A/N: Alright so this is so fluffy it hardly even feels like a kinktober prompt but y'know what javi has his dick out so it counts okay. anyway i had a really fun time writing this because i love it when sad characters are happy it brings me insurmountable joy (For the month I've been using these prompts from flightlessangelwings!)

Everything around him has always been so violent. His world has always been bloody and bruised and chaotic, and Javier had always supposed that it was just meant to be that way.

He didn’t deserve anything better than the angry pain of Bogatá. He’d hurt too many people, ripped apart too many lives to be redeemed, to deserve any kind of sweetness. His life boiled down to blood and tears, the endless race against the narcos too much to take anything slow. The only sex he had was rough and violent, just like his life, just like his soul.

Getting back to Laredo, to his father’s ranch, had been a kind of culture shock that he didn’t think he could experience anymore. The lack of gunfire, the lack of violence, day in and day out, had him reeling.

He’d tried burying himself in the work, fixing up his childhood home and tending to the cattle and the horses, hardly venturing into town at all. The people who knew Javi, the young man who left Laredo with a bride at the altar for a life as an agent, did not need to know Javier, the broken, hollow, shell of a man. He didn’t need their pity, their looks of confusion mixed with sympathy.

He regrets those first few months now, the ones that he spent hiding from the rest of the world. After all, the first time he went out into town, went into the only little library for miles, he found you.

And you, God, you’re so different. So kind and patient, even when he’s rough with you, even when he tries to push you away. It’s a kind of slow, soft sweetness that sings through his bones, that makes him feel human again. 

You’re slow with him, gentle in a way that he hasn’t been treated in years. He feels precious here, with you, between the soft sheets of your shared bed, as you roll your hips on top of him, taking him slow and so deep inside of you.

He wants to grip your hips so hard they bruise, roll you over and slam into you until you’re sobbing and writhing from the pleasure of it. He wants to press your face into the pillows and fuck you hard into the mattress. 

But he holds back, just like you want him to. Let yourself just feel, Javi, you had told him one day, after he’d taken control from you, just like he wants to right now. We don’t have to rush.

So he doesn’t. He brushes his hands along your waist, relishing in your soft skin as  you drop yourself down on his cock, over and over again. You gasp as he stretches you apart.

“That’s it, baby, so beautiful for me,” Javier murmurs. “That feel good, sweetheart?”

You nod, whining as he guides you down to grind deep into your g-spot. “It’s so- it’s so good, Javi. You feel so big like this.”

Javier groans as you clench around him, tight and wet and fucking perfect. The soft morning light filters through the curtains you put up last week, illuminating your skin and enshrining you like an angel. You are an angel, he thinks, as close to heaven as he’ll ever get.

He leans up, searching for a kiss that you gladly grant him. He loves kissing you, licking into your mouth and tasting you as you moan for him.

You curl your hands into his hair, grown longer with his time away from the DEA. The one time he’d asked you about cutting it, you’d protested so hard he’d laughed for thirty minutes straight. He’d started letting it grow after that.

You lean back up, undulating your hips in a way that has him groaning, pulling on your hips to help you along.

“You want to cum, Javi?” you murmur, pulling him in so fucking deep his eyes roll to the back of his head.

“Por favor, nena, si,” he gasps, and God, you’re the only one that can make him beg like this. To make him desperate like this.

“Come on, honey, fill me up,” you coo, and Javi is lost to it. His hips jerk up of their own accord, pumping into you involuntarily with his orgasm. He spills into you without the fear of knocking you up, knowing that there’s no violence, no uncertainty with you. A small, not-so-secret part of him actually hopes it’ll take.

You whine above him, pushing your hips down on him over and over, frantic for your climax. He reaches a hand between you both and rubs slow, hard circles into your clit, and fuck, the way you cum will always steal the breath from his lungs. Your eyes clench shut, your mouth exhaling a beautiful, melodic little moan as you rock yourself on his cock, working yourself through it.

“That’s it, beautiful, so fucking good to me, so pretty for me,” he husks, and you curl yourself over him, meeting his lips in a sticky-wet kiss that has you both desperate for more. He palms his hands over your back, pulling you down to rest on top of him as you both breathe through the aftershocks of your orgasms.

You both don’t move for a long time, content to bask in each other’s warmth as the morning sun rises, bringing another day to spend together. It’s a kind of peace, a kind of contentment, he’d thought was a pipe dream for so, so long.

“How did I ever find you?” He murmurs into the quiet of the room. You tilt your head up from where it rests on his chest to smile softly at him. He feels like he could drown in your gaze.

“I think we were always meant to find each other,” you whisper, and like always, he knows you’re right.

[halfvalid]

kitten

ABOUT

alternate title: the pet name 'kitten' is gross when used by men but it's cute when a woman nami says it

rating: general audiences

characters: live action!nami | fem!reader | live action!roronoa zoro

pairing: live action!nami x fem!reader

word count: 4.4k

description: nami is aware you've got a crush on one of the straw hats, and she's determined to find out who—but she's completely oblivious to the fact that you actually like her.

tags: strawhat!reader, female reader, fluff, kissing, confessions, no use of “y/n”, pet name "kitten", banter, absolutely tooth rotting amounts of fluff, a little bit of (affectionate) zoro slander

author’s note: i interrupt your regularly scheduled zoro fic posts to provide you with a sapphic nami oneshot instead because she is my wife and i love her dearly.

zoro accidentally popped up a bit too much in this because he's always on my mind. my apologies <3

You’d always liked astronomy. The current-world navigation had nothing to do with the stars, really; at least not when it came to the Grand Line. Unnatural magnetic fields and the odd weather was reason enough for that—but celestial navigation wasn’t even often used in any of the four quadrants. Too finicky, people would say; you know the practice had stopped being in use in the Marines years ago. 

Nami knew it all, though. She was the only one of the Straw Hats who could read the stars, the sky spreading out as a map that only her eyes could read. 

Your interest in it had always been more… artistic. While Nami babbled on about angles and reference points and sextants, you liked to talk about the planets and heavenly bodies blanketing the sky. It was dusk, and the sun was kissing the horizon good night, dull hues of pink and orange spreading alongside the sea with a golden shimmer as it tucked safely away. 

You’d been lying out on the main deck for a good few hours, stretched like a cat along a hammock you’d strung up forever ago, when you heard footsteps. 

“There you are, kitten,” Nami said with a laugh, and you sat up to appraise her. The evening glow cast fire to her orange hair, a blazing halo surrounding her head and painting her skin over in gold dust. “I’ve been looking all over for you.” 

“Hi,” you said with a soft smile. “What for?” 

“Well, for one, you missed supper.” Nami gingerly took a seat on the side of your hammock, the canvas cloth rocking from side to side with the motion. “Avoiding your crush again?” 

You let out a sigh, half-exasperated as your bottom lip sucked in between your teeth. You nibbled at the flesh there, not responding. Nami had figured out a few weeks ago that you had a crush on one of the other Straw Hats, and she brought it up every so often, although all it did was cause a crease in your brow bone and a flicker of annoyance on your face. 

“What, am I not supposed to bring that up?” Nami teased. The light shone in her crystal blue eyes, clear like the sky during midday, not a cloud in sight. “You still haven’t told me who it is.” 

“Because you’ll pull something if I do!” you protested. “Don’t try to deny it, you conniving little witch.” 

Nami gasped in mock-offense, a hand plastered to her chest. “And destroy your dignity like that? I would never.” 

“I don’t trust you,” you answered, and Nami clicked her tongue. “What did Sanji make?” 

“Fish. Soup. Rice.” 

“You’re so undescriptive,” you said with a wrinkle of your nose. Nami just laughed. 

“Not everyone can be as artistic as you, kitten. Come on, everyone left the kitchen already. You don’t have to worry about running into your mystery man.” She winked at the last sentence, and your breath caught. Nami seemed to notice, because she laughed, stepping up from the hammock and grabbing your hand to help you off. “You’re hilarious.” 

“I didn’t say anything!” you protested. Nami just gave you a look, and you rolled your eyes, but let her drag you along the ship until you reached the kitchen. “You’re so mean to me,” you said, slumping into the nearest chair available. 

“Mhm. Here.” Nami started serving up a plate, loading it full of food before passing it over to you. It was quickly joined by a bowl of soup. “Eat. We’re docking tomorrow, so you should get your energy up. We’re going shopping.” 

“Shopping for what?” you asked, bringing the bowl of soup to your lips. Seaweed. “If you say rope and boat parts I’m going to scream.” As much as you liked the pirate life, there was only so much of the technicalities you could take. You weren’t very much a practical soul, lumped in very much with Luffy when it came to your general attitude of your job description. Pirating consisted of adventure and art, in your opinion. 

“Rope and boat parts,” Nami said with a straight face. She’d always been the exact opposite, all focused on maps and making sure everything was running smoothly. “Well, only partly. I’ve been sent to go clothes shopping too. And to pick up a few other supplies.” Her eyes sparkled. “You’re coming with me, right? Well, unless you want to join your…” 

“Shut up,” you said, making a face at her as you set your bowl down. Nami just laughed. 

“Just putting it out there, kitten. I’m sure you might be more interested in going with Usopp to talk to the stevedores. Or Zoro to the local tavern. Or Sanji for the—” 

“Nope, nope, and nope. I’m going with you,” you said firmly. There was a whisper of a smile at your lips, but Nami didn’t seem to notice it. “And I still don’t get why I’m a kitten.” 

“Because,” Nami answered, propping her elbows on the table as she gazed over at you. “I’m the cat burglar. You’re the kitten.”

“Why isn’t Luffy the kitten?” 

“Luffy’s the captain, and I don’t like him as much.” Nami straightened, starting to clean up around the kitchen and load the abandoned dishes from when everyone else had eaten into the sink. You smiled at that. “You don’t like him, do you? I feel like you could do so much better.” 

“My lips are sealed,” you answered. Nami gave you a sidelong look.

“That better not be a yes.” 

You just shrugged, raising the bowl of soup again and finishing the rest of it before turning to the rice and fish. “Let’s not talk about it. What about you? Any romantic prospects—” 

Nami turned so abruptly you almost choked while eating. “I just barely started learning how to make friends. Maybe we wait a few months before we get to that,” she said. You coughed, palm pressed to your lips as you cleared out your airways.

“Okay. Aggressive.”

Nami scowled. “That was not aggressive.” 

You pulled a face. “Kinda sounds like you have something to hide, Nami,” you teased, and although you didn’t actually expect her to react, she did. To your surprise, Nami turned away again, the very edges of her face pinkening. You stared at her, heartbeat slowing to a steady thud in your chest. There was a faint taste of panic at the back of your throat, slightly sour and acidic like blood or rust. “Um, what was that?” 

“What was what?” Nami asked evenly. Too evenly. You gaped at her back, organs wobbling precariously inside of your chest. 

“That—thing.” 

“Kitten, if you want me to understand what you’re talking about, you’re going to have to be a little clearer than that,” Nami said smoothly. “Now it’s getting dark. You should get to bed. Last chance to shove yourself with your crewmate of choice.” 

“I’m still going with you,” you said stubbornly, shoveling the last of your rice in your mouth before slipping off your chair. You moved around the table, setting your bowl and chopsticks into the sink. “You want me to do them?” you asked, nodding at the dirty dishes that’d piled up. Nami shook her head.

“Go sleep,” she said gently. “I’ll get you in the morning.” 

You watched her for a moment, lips twisting before you finally relented. “Night, Nami,” you said, and she turned away. You were safe there for a moment, admiring how the soft backlit glow from the windows etched shadows along her face. She really was beautiful, and your heart thudded fast in your chest. 

Nami was the strongest person you knew. The smartest person you knew. The Straw Hats wouldn’t be the same without her, and sometimes you found it funny how she seemed so convinced you had a crush on one of the other members of the crew when it was so obvious that she was your north star. 

Ah, well. She’d just have to keep on guessing. 

Nami woke you at the crack of dawn, where the hazy rays of the sun just started rising up from the sea shore. You’d traveled to shore while asleep, and everyone was already up and running. 

“Luffy left already,” Nami was saying, tying a bandana around her head as you gathered up the rest of the supplies you needed. “And we’ll probably spend the whole day out, so we can get lunch in the village.” She eyed you. “I packed breakfast. Come on.” 

You followed her off the ship, savoring the early morning wind along the harbor. The dock men were all already hard at work, milling around the dozens of boats with tools and equipment propped on their shoulders. “Where to first?” you asked. 

“Boat parts,” she said, casting you a sympathetic smile. “Some rope, extra sails, some other stuff. After that I’m thinking groceries—I put Sanji in charge of bulk stock this time, so just stuff like soap and necessities—and then clothes.” She grinned. “And some fun stuff.” 

“Sounds good to me,” you said. Nami did most of the talking, but you were content to watch her barter, leaning back on your heels as she argued with sellers and eventually left with a satisfied smirk on your face. She hired some of the dock men to carry the ropes and items to the Going Merry, looking her arm in yours and going off to your next stop. 

“You know, you’re basically stealing from them like this,” you told her, a smile evident in your voice. “Forty-five thousand berry to thirty thousand. That’s actually terrifying.” 

“I said take it or leave it and he took it.” Nami shrugged, but you could see a beam of pride shine through her face. “But enough of that. The market’s up ahead.” 

The entire village seemed to have been brought out, because true to Nami’s words, there was a fair going on. Stalls boasting all kinds of wares lined the streets, and you peeked through all of them, even at Nami’s urges to hurry up and focus only on your shopping list. She watched you with a soft smile on her lips, the expressions interlaced with ones of exasperation. 

“I should’ve just picked a random man and carted you off with him,” she said with a click of her tongue as you spent far too much time glancing through a stand of knick-knacks and jewelry. “Currently either Zoro or Sanji are my top contenders.” 

You barely suppressed a snort, fingers carefully combing through a bowl of baubles. There were various items inside, from earrings missing a sister to pins and little statuettes. “How come?” 

“Usopp has Kaya, so I would hope you don’t like him,” Nami said. You raised an eyebrow, glancing up to meet her gaze. 

“Kaya’s all the way back in Syrup Village, Nami. She can’t do anything, and who knows when we’ll return there?”

Nami gave you a horrified look. “Kitten, that’s a terrible thing to say.” 

You just laughed, dropping your gaze again and picking at the bowl. There was a dull gleam of something at the bottom; it wasn’t gold or brass like anything else there, and was instead a shining, milky white. You dug through the pile, trying to get to it. “You’re such a romantic.” 

“Does that mean it is Usopp?” 

“I do not confirm nor deny a thing,” you said, finally plucking out what had captured your attention. It was a necklace, the pendant a glittering star on a gold chain. “And I want reasoning.”  

“You’re not buying that,” Nami said, gaze flickering down to it before meeting your eyes again. “Zoro because he’s conventionally attractive and Sanji because he can cook.” 

You scoffed, studying the necklace. “Those are terrible reasons.” 

“I can’t think of any good ones,” Nami protested. “The only thing I can think of are reasons you wouldn’t like any of them. Because they’re all kind of losers and you could do much, much better.” She tilted her head imperceptibly upwards, and you saw a little glimmer in her eye, a reaction that bore uncanny similarity to the one she’d worn the day before. You swallowed, throat suddenly dry. 

“You think Zoro’s conventionally attractive?” You turned towards the stand seller, motioning at the necklace. “How much?”

“You’re not buying that,” Nami repeated, shooting you a look. “It’s a waste of perfectly good berry.” 

“It’s five hundred at most,” you scoffed, fishing a wad of bills out from your pocket. Nami sighed, but she didn’t argue. “Barely anything. Do you think Zoro’s conventionally attractive?”

Nami looked distracted. “Hm?” 

“You said Zoro was conventionally attractive,” you repeated, voice firmer this time. You tried to suppress the little tremble in your cadence as you passed the money to the seller. He counted it and gave you a firm nod. Carefully, you dropped the necklace in your pocket. “Do you think he is?” 

“Well—from an objective standpoint—” 

You pushed past the swarm of patrons milling around the stands, Nami having to quicken her pace to keep up with you. “Attraction isn’t objective.” 

“Kitten.” Nami grabbed your wrist, forcing you to slow down, and you flinched. She tugged you in the direction of another stand, probably something off her list. “Why do you care so much? Am I right? Is he the one you like?” 

You wiggled your wrist out of Nami’s grip. “I don’t care, I’m just curious. Because you’ve been blushing for the past half hour and you mentioned Zoro was conventionally attractive. And if you say he’s conventionally attractive that means you think he’s conventionally attractive. So assumedly you are blushing because of—” 

It clearly took Nami a moment to unscramble your honestly entirely nonsensical words. “Kitten, I’m trying to figure out whether or not you have a crush on Zoro. You’re not supposed to be trying to figure out if I do. And I have not been blushing.” 

You relented, but still couldn’t suppress the pout that threatened your mouth. Your teeth pressed against the flesh of your lower lip, running alongside the skin but not fully biting. “You said Zoro was conven—” 

“If I have to hear you say the words conventionally attractive one more time, I swear I will lock you in the hold,” Nami said sharply, and you had to choke back your laugh. “And the reason I said that is because every single time we go out, at least five people turn to stare at his stupid face. Do you not remember that time on Mirror Ball Island? We practically had to fight women off of him.”

“Okay, fine,” you said, a glimpse at her features seemed to support her words. She was as guarded as ever, and clearly irritated, though her vexation didn’t seem as bad as the annoyances she’d hold over the rest of the crew. They never did, really; Luffy always liked to say that you were Nami’s favorite. “I’m hungry. Can we eat?” 

“You didn’t answer my question.” 

“I neither confirm nor deny anything,” you repeated for what seemed like the thousandth time in the past week. “Restaurant. Please.” 

Nami didn’t look away from you, but relented, and the two of you went to the nearest restaurant to have lunch. You were mainly silent during the meal, replaying the conversation from before over and over again in your head. There was a buzz of uncertainty in the pit of your stomach, one that you entirely disliked. 

Before you’d been fine with keeping quiet about your crush—you never felt too threatened or upset, under the impression that your feelings wouldn’t be reciprocated and that Nami wouldn’t fall for anyone in the near future anyway. And you didn’t mind her guessing between your four male comrades to find the one who’d stolen your heart. 

But the reactions and the blushes were a development. And you were starting to think that Nami herself had a mystery beau. 

Nami talked about work during the meal, going down her grocery list and checking off the things she’d gotten. You watched her as she glared down at her notebook, pencil caught between two fingers as she scribbled down notes to herself. “You’re not eating,” you said gently. 

“Sorry. Distracted,” Nami answered. She shot you a smile, but it quickly fell as she turned back to her notebook. “What about Sanji?” 

You suppressed a sigh. “Are you still on about this?” 

“Yes,” Nami insisted. She finally shut her notebook, slipping it into the bag hanging off her waist and picking up her chopsticks to return to her soup noodles. “You’d never go hungry with him around, at least.” 

“I think you need to raise your standards. I already don’t go hungry with him around, I don’t need to date him for that.” 

Nami clicked her tongue, but it was good-natured. “You’re making this so hard for me.” 

“I don’t want to talk about myself anymore,” you insisted, setting down your chopsticks. You’d basically finished your bowl already; there were only the final remnants of broth and rice noodles at the bottom, the soup seasoning darker in color; more pungent. 

You fiddled with your hands, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach that persisted even as you thought back to what Nami had said about Zoro. Her reasoning had been sound enough, but you still felt vaguely sick, that bitter taste of sour iron at the back of your throat again. 

“Are you okay?” Nami’s eyes met yours, and you flinched away. “You’re acting weird.” 

“I’m fine,” you muttered. “I think I’m going to head back to the ship and take a nap. I’m kind of tired.” Before Nami could say anything, you got up, chair scraping along the restaurant floor. “See you later?” 

“What? Kitten, wait—” Nami called, but you just swallowed, glancing over your shoulder to shoot her an apologetic look. 

The Going Merry was a breath of fresh air as you stepped foot back onto her deck. There were some dockmen milling about, setting material along the deck as Usopp directed them as to where everything went. 

You brushed past them to veer towards your hammock, slipping onto it and kicking your legs up along the cloth without pause. Your eyes closed, and you let the sun melt down on your face, the tension in your chest easing as you embraced the beam of the sky. 

You stayed there for a while, knowing you were safe as Nami wouldn’t come find you until she’d finished with all her actual tasks. Although this was occasionally irritating if you were in real desire for attention, you appreciated the responsible side of her now. You didn’t have to confront her for a few hours yet, so you spent the time on your hammock, watching the clouds drifting in the sky and picking out the dull stars that shimmered as the sky got darker. 

It was just before suppertime when you remembered the necklace you’d bought. Stars were just beginning to materialize, dark blues and purples replacing the cerulean hues that previously blanketed the Earth. You fished the star necklace out of your pocket, peering at the pendant again. It was made of some sort of shimmering stone you didn’t recognize—perhaps opal—that made it glow like an actual star, iridescent when light hit it. 

“Hey, kitten.” 

You looked up, watching as Nami made her way across the ship deck to where you lay. She looked tired, but still bore a soft smile on her face as she met your gaze. “Hi,” you said, tucking the necklace back into your pocket. Behind her you could see the last of the hired work carrying barrels down to the hold. “Get everything done?” 

“Mhm,” Nami said. “Wanna talk about earlier?” 

“Not really,” you muttered, the sharp tang of rust dancing at the back of your tongue again. “Sorry about storming out. I felt unwell.” 

Nami studied you carefully, arms folding unconsciously over her chest. “I can stop bothering you about your crush, if you want,” she said finally, a gust of a sigh leaving her lips. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” 

“No, it’s okay,” you said, getting up and climbing your legs over the edge so you were sitting on the hammock. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable, Nami, I swear.” 

“You walked out in the middle of a meal, kitten,” Nami said, and you could hear her voice starting to get upset, even as she tried to level her tone. “Clearly I did. Was it because I kept trying to figure it out? Was I right with Zoro? What—”

“It’s not because of that,” you interrupted, trying to keep your voice gentle even as your chest squeezed inward. You were powerless to your muscles; to your heart as it did a pathetic little thump-thump thing inside of you. 

“Then why?” Nami leaned forward on her heels, and the setting sun caught her eyes, kaleidoscope blue glittering a thousand different shades like the opal of your necklace. “Just tell me, kitten. So I won’t do it again.” 

“It was because of you,” you mumbled, shying away from her gaze. Nami sighed. 

“Yes, we established that I did something to upset you already. I’m trying to find out what—”

“You called Zoro attractive and I was jealous,” you blurted, before you could even think to stop the words from falling out of your mouth. Nami froze, and you lifted your eyes up hesitantly to see her reaction. 

Her shoulders were all tense, face guarded, eyes blank from their usual expression. “Oh,” she said evenly. There was an ugly purse tightening at her lips, and she fought to keep them in an even line. “So it is Zoro, then. Thank you for telling me.”  

She turned away then, her movements abrupt as she started walking. A pulse of panic captured your heart, and you called desperately out to her, volume far too loud in the late hour. You didn’t find yourself caring. “I wasn’t jealous of you!” you cried, and Nami’s entire body went still. 

She turned back towards you, so slowly that you found yourself capturing your breath in your throat waiting for her. 

“I wasn’t jealous of you,” you repeated once her eyes met yours. “I was jealous of Zoro. Of you thinking he was attractive.” Your fingers fumbled together, trying to find something to occupy themselves with as you choked out the final sentence. “My mystery man is you, Nami. I like you.” 

It took a long while for Nami to respond, and the Going Merry rocked as you waited, a soft sway of delay and building panic. There was a shimmer of something in Nami’s eyes, and her lips tugged downwards. 

Her voice was hollow when she spoke. “What?” 

“I don’t like Zoro or Usopp or Sanji or Luffy, Nami,” you said, hands tightening around each other with every word spilt out from between your lips. “I like you. I like you when you call me kitten. I like you when you complain about me buying things but let me do it anyway. I like you even when you’re teasing me about my crush.” Your voice dropped to a low mumble. “And I was jealous because you thought Zoro was attractive.” 

“Oh, kitten,” Nami said, and you glanced up to see her right in front of you, bent over to meet your level sitting down. She reached for your hands, and you let her take them, exhaling as her tender grasp clasped around your palms.

“Nami,” you whispered, horrified to hear how wet your voice sounded. You blinked rapidly, trying to keep the tears at bay. “Nami, you may be the ship’s navigator, but you’re my north star. I like you.” 

Kitten, I do not think Zoro is attractive,” Nami said, and you had to choke back startled laughter at that being what she was focusing on. “That is the least of your worries.” 

“But—you seemed so annoyed when you thought it was Zoro—don’t you like—” 

“You’ve got it all wrong,” Nami said, a soft laugh leaving her lips. They were trembling. Her entire body was trembling, even her hands as she cocooned yours in them. “I was annoyed because I thought you liked Zoro. Because—I like you too.” 

You swallowed, surprise forcing your jaw to fall slack as you met her gaze. “Really?” you whispered. Nami nodded; she coaxed soft circles into the skin of your hands, a supportive smile edging up her lips. 

“I really thought you liked someone else, kitten, I would’ve said something before if—” Nami let out another gentle laugh. “If I knew. It wasn’t until you told me about the crush did I realize. I got a little… too overprotective, and then… well, it wasn’t very platonic at that point.” She ducked her head, hiding her smile, but you slipped one of your hands out of her grasp to push it back up. “God, you’re too good for any of them.” 

“I don’t want to talk about how the rest of them suck,” you murmured. “I want to talk about how amazing you are. Oh—and—” You dug your hand in your pocket, pulling out the necklace. “This reminded me of you. I got it for you.” 

“Kitten,” Nami breathed, as you unclasped the necklace and carefully put it on her. It swung around her neck before you adjusted it, golden yellow bright against the white of her pale skin. The opal glittered, catching the moonlight that’d steadily glowed brighter from behind you. “Thank you. It’s still a waste of money though.” 

“Not for you,” you said, grabbing her hands to squeeze her fingers. “Never for you.” You took in a nervous breath, your chest tightening inside—but it wasn’t all bitter and sour, nothing like the taste of panic. 

Nami met you in the middle when you finally leaned up to kiss her, your hand slipping up the side of her face, fingers curling in her orange hair. She smiled when she kissed, soft and carefree for once, that serious facade she always took on melting away in the moment. She kissed softly; tenderly; like the moon shining gentle waves on the East Blue below or the sun in the hazy morning sky casting light across the world. 

There were footsteps approaching from behind Nami. You opened your eyes, tilting your gaze up to see Zoro staring down at you both. Nami broke apart from you, glancing over her shoulder. None of you said anything. 

“Okay,” Zoro decided, and then walked off. You barely managed to stifle your giggles until he was out of earshot. 

“God, he’s such a loser,” Nami said, and then kissed you again. 

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[naughtyneganjdm]

Naughty or Nice - Chapter 5

Summary: The jealousy that Y/N has about finding out how Negan and Maggie's relationship started fuels her and she has a heart to heart with Negan that leads to a fiery interaction between the two of them.

Characters: Negan, the reader (OC), etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51464518/chapters/131751610

Warnings: 18+, Swearing, angst, lots of smut, daddy kink, etc.

Notes: This is a long chapter. Thank you for taking the time to read it. I'm sorry it took some time to get out! Things have been really busy over the last few days.

It was strange how certain things could change at different points in your life. When Y/N used to live in her family’s home as a teenager, she always hated having the bedroom that she did. It was on the side where the sun rose and it used to drive her crazy waking up to the sun blinding her every morning. But when her eyes finally fluttered to an open, she actually enjoyed the sight before her. The sun wasn’t completely up yet, but it was a beautiful sight seeing the sun rising slightly over the tree line of the woods in the distance. It’s shine was hidden somewhat by the morning clouds and she found comfort in the sight. This was the first time she had woken up at her family’s home in a very long time. It was both a strange and awkward feeling.

Truthfully? She really didn’t know how to feel about things. The last thing she remembered was Negan sneaking into her room to cuddle with her in bed. Once Negan entered her mind, she felt her heart skip a beat. Pushing up onto her palms, she turned her attention toward the bed where he was last night. A sense of sadness rushed through her veins when she saw that Negan wasn’t there. No one was. With a frown, she stretched her hand out and felt the bed. The sheets were cool beneath her fingertips and she wondered if she dreamt all of that. Everything about yesterday was stressful. The only thing she found comfort in lately was Negan, so maybe that was a way for her brain to relax.

Of course it had to be a dream. Why would Negan show up in the middle of the night to cuddle with her? Why would he want to hold her in his arms? There were so many people that could have walked in and caught them. Especially with Maggie not far from her room. The last thing Negan likely wanted to do was fall asleep in her bedroom. 

After having Maggie talk to her last night, she just assumed Negan was likely fresh on the mind. Talking with everyone made her realize that it was a dumb idea to come back here. A long time ago she knew that she didn’t belong here and in the small amount of time she had been back, it had been proven to her many times that she was right. Part of her still wondered why she came back here after everything her family put her through. Hershel made it clear he didn’t like her and he didn’t want her back. Maggie tried last night, but they were still off with one another. Even though Maggie meant well, there was always going to be tension between Maggie and Y/N. Maggie was Hershel’s favorite and Y/N was the one that Hershel hated. That alone made things tense. Adding Negan into the picture was a whole new world of mess. Learning about Negan and Maggie’s relationship and all the things they did together only made Y/N jealous.

Hearing the ticking of the old alarm clock on her nightstand, Y/N stole a quick look at it to see the time. If her family stuck to their routines, as they often did, she was up early enough to go work on the farm before her father woke up. Maybe if she got to spend some time with the things she actually loved about this place when she was a child, she would actually understand why she came back here in the first place. Feeding the animals might be a calming thing for her and give her time to really think things out.

Seeing that there was a thin layer of snow on the ground, Y/N dressed in warmer clothes that would be comfortable for the morning. After she got dressed and left her room, she stopped at the door to listen. Everything was quiet. That told her that her family was still asleep and it made her happy. It confirmed for her that she would be able to get some alone time. Thank God for their routines. Sneaking out while everyone else was asleep reminded her of her childhood. There were so many times she would just get up early just to get time to herself. There was a chill in the morning air that made her huff. This was so different than what she had grown accustomed to living in big cities for so long.

Heading toward the stables, she noticed that the doors were partially opened as she approached it. A nervous breath fell from her lungs when she wondered who could have beat her in waking up. Stepping in closer, she tipped her head to the side and heard the faint sounds of a deep voice coming from inside, “See. I’m not so fucking bad. I think the two of us could be friends. Don’t you?”

With a smirk, she carefully pulled open the doors further to see that Negan was standing at one of the stables petting the muzzle of the horse that he was in front of. An amused exhale fell from her throat when she saw how he was dressed. He was wearing a dark pair of jeans with a heavy tan jacket that was opened revealing the black long-sleeved shirt that was beneath. A light-colored cowboy hat was on top of his head and he was wearing a pair of boots to go along with it. There was a theme to his whole outfit and he was selling it. Never in her life had she ever pictured Negan getting caught wearing something like that. At this point she could tell that he didn’t notice she was there and she found herself enamored with him.

“What are you doing?” Y/N finally spoke up causing Negan’s eyebrows to bounce up, his eyes lifting to meet her stare. An amused smirk tugged at his handsome features when he saw that it was her and he gave her a simple shrug. Approaching Negan, she noticed that it was Apollo that Negan was petting and it surprised her. Especially since Apollo seemed to enjoy having Negan touching him.

“I’m making friends,” Negan’s deep, raspy voice informed her when she stepped in beside him. Just standing next to him felt nice. There was a warmth radiating off of Negan and it was a nice contrast to the morning air around them. “I woke up early and decided to help your stepbrother. Shawn is around here somewhere. I used to do this kind of stuff when I was a kid at my grandparent’s place. It’s like riding a bike.”

“A bit different,” she acknowledged with a shake of her head. It was hard not to focus on Negan’s apparel now that she was standing beside him. Truth was? She actually liked it. But it did bring one question to her mind. “Where in the world did you get the hat?”

“Your stepbrother gave it to me. I thought I looked good in it,” Negan turned to her, giving her a flirty wink. Just that alone had a rush flooding into her face. God, he was so fucking cute and he knew it. Shaking her head, she tried to focus knowing that her stepbrother was likely near. “I’m a city boy, but I can go back to my old roots if I have to.”

“And you can win over the heart of the biggest asshole on this farm,” she acknowledged, still surprised to see that Negan was managing to get along well with Apollo. That horse was never really friendly and hated most people. So to see them like this? That impressed her. Then again, she thought about the words that she said to Negan. The biggest asshole that she knew on the farm was actually, in her opinion, her father. “Well, the second biggest asshole. My father still likely hates you.”

Snorting out, Negan’s nose wrinkled and there was visible amusement from what she had just said about Hershel. That was one thing he wasn’t going to fight her on. Her father was indeed an asshole. And she more than anyone would know that. Petting Apollo a few more times Negan shrugged his shoulders and drew her attention back to the older horse, “I think it’s because we are both old and grumpy. It only makes sense that me and this guy would be able to get along.”

“That sounds good, but I promise you that no one has ever gotten on this guy’s good side. Maybe Beth? But other than that,” she alerted Negan who seemed pleased to hear that he was one of the only people to get on Apollo’s good side.

“I’m pretty good at winning most people over,” Negan mused, his eyebrow arching when he took a quick gander around the area. Making sure that they were alone, Negan slowly turned to Y/N and reached out to slide his glove covered hands over her sides. Drawing her closer to him had her letting out a shuddering breath.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there in the morning when you woke up. I woke up about an hour ago and figured before your father showed up with a shotgun, I should get out of there,” Negan explained, his voice quiet enough for only her to hear and it made a breath catch in her throat. Noticing the surprise in her features, Negan tipped his head to the side and smiled. “What?”

“Nothing, I just thought…I didn’t think that was real,” she was honest with him hearing his snickering follow. There was that adorable wrinkle of his nose followed by his dimples sinking in. Even with him amused with her he was fucking cute. “I thought I dreamt you crawling into bed with me last night to try to comfort myself to sleep.”

“No, that was me,” Negan corrected her, urging his glove covered finger in underneath her chin to get her to look up at him. There was longing in Negan’s eyes, his long eyelashes fluttered before he lowered down closer to her. “I’m the real deal, not a dream.”

A moment later Negan’s lips were covering hers. The warmth from the kiss was a vast contrast to the cool air that was surrounding them. It sent a chill down her spine but warmed her up at the core when she reached up to slide her hand in over his shoulder to brace herself.

“Negan,” she stopped him, pulling away when she thought about the fact that Negan was actually helping her stepbrother. “If Shawn sees…”

“I know,” Negan frowned remembering what she had asked of him the night before in trying to hide his feelings for her. “I’m sorry. You know how I feel about you with things. I just got caught up in the feeling of everything. Waking up with you in my arms this morning. Your face being the first one I saw. Well, other than your brother.”

“Why do you have to be like this?” she frowned, stroking her hand down from the center of his chest toward the middle of his abdomen. How quickly she fell for Negan was scary. It was too fast. Right?

With Negan pressing his forehead to hers, she was getting caught up in how affectionate the movement was. Closing her eyes, she cherished the warmth of his breath hovering over her lips. Nuzzling his nose in against hers, Negan stroked his fingers in over the sides of her face and breathed in sharply.

“Negan,” she sighed, her eyes fluttered to an open knowing that she didn’t want this to end. “We can’t do this here.”

“I know,” he swallowed loudly, his long eyelashes fluttering, but he wasn’t quick to pull away from her. As they parted, his thumb dragged across her bottom lip and it took her breath away. Just his touch could drive her wild and he knew that. “I promise I will try to relax. It’s just I’m getting caught up in all of this. Having you sleeping in my arms last night was fucking great. It just made me fall for you fucking harder. I’m head over heels for you.”

Parting her lips, she went to say something, but the sound of shuffling in the distance was heard. Stepping away, she pulled herself from Negan and it made her heart race. A disappointed breath escaped Negan’s lungs, but he gathered himself. Shawn made his way around the corner and thankfully by the time he did, they were far enough apart for him not to question things. Once Shawn’s eyes connected with hers, his smile expanded and he actually looked happy to see her. Dropping what he was carrying, Shawn headed over and wrapped Y/N up in his arms giving her a big hug. 

“I didn’t get to talk to you yesterday, but I’m super happy to see you sis,” Shawn released her and stepped back on his heel noticing that Negan was approaching her. “I know that dad has been giving you a hard time, but you just have to ignore him. He’s upset that you left him and he never let it go. When you left, he thought you were going to come crawling back to beg him for help. And you didn’t. So his feelings are hurt. Or maybe his ego is bruised. Either way, don’t let that bring you down. You’re the most successful of all of us. No one can take that away from you.”

That was something she needed to hear. And it surprised her that it came from her stepbrother. Shawn was never really good at picking up on people’s emotions and feelings, so to hear that coming from him didn’t feel like Shawn. It was sweet, but still unusual.

“We might have talked a little bit,” Negan spoke up, his hands resting at his hips while Y/N looked between the two of them. Tension flooded her features and Negan knew that she was overthinking what he said. “About the family I mean. That’s all.”

“What else would we talk about? I wouldn’t know spit from spat when it came to your work or anything like that,” Shawn’s southern drawl made Negan snicker. Bouncing his eyebrows, Negan turned his attention back to Y/N and gave her a small nod. “Just know that myself, my ma and Beth have really missed you. Your energy is something this family is missing. You were always the one pushing for more and I think we all needed that around here. We’re content, but with you…you made a lot of us want more.”

“Thanks Shawn,” she brushed her fingers over the back of her neck before pointing along the horses. “Do you think I can take Dakota and one of the horses on a ride? With the snow, I don’t know which ones handle it the best. I want to show Negan something.”

“You think the city boy here can handle riding a horse?” Shawn teased Negan, elbowing him in the side causing Negan to huff out. 

“I actually grew up on a farm with horses. Well, not all the time, but my grandparents had a farm, so I’m not full fucking city boy,” Negan explained with a snort and a shake of his head. “I think I can handle a horse.”

“You sure?” she made sure that Negan was comfortable which was followed up by a confident nod from Negan. 

“Alright. I reckon I would go with Lucky. He’s the most well behaved and he can handle the snow,” Shawn instructed pointing over toward one of the horses that was brown with white on the muzzle. “I don’t think Lucky would be upset if Negan was uncomfortable at certain points.”

Shawn started preparing Lucky for Negan to ride while Y/N was getting Dakota ready. Heading over in front of Apollo, Negan stroked his hand over the length of the horse’s head and snickered, “Now don’t you go getting jealous of me and Lucky. You and I are still friends, but we have to learn to bond with one another more before I even consider taking a ride on you.”

“I wouldn’t do that if you want to keep your life,” Shawn snorted from the other side of the aisle where he was at. “That boy hasn’t let anyone ride him in years. We can get a few pets in here and there, but he’s feisty.”

“We’ll see,” Negan grumbled under his breath, brushing his fingers through Apollo’s mane. “I think this guy will open up to me at some point.”

“Are you sure you’re comfortable with riding? I figured since you were new around the farm, I would just show you some things that you might like. Maybe you will want to show the kids later,” Y/N spoke up and Negan gave her another confident nod. “Alright then.”

Both Y/N and Shawn waited when Negan climbed up onto Lucky to make sure that he didn’t fall over. At first, he seemed off balance, but when he got his center, he flashed them a bright cocky smile that had Y/N shaking her head. Of course Negan had to be good at most things. Walking over to Dakota, she got up and then directed Negan with what he needed to say to get Lucky to do what he wanted. Once he got the hang of things, they started off through the large, empty field toward the trees.

“Couldn’t wait to get me alone, could you?” Negan joked getting her to look over at him. Flashing her a big, arrogant smile had her rolling her eyes. Shaking her head, she didn’t give him the satisfaction of getting an answer from her and just kept on forward. “I actually don’t mind this whole farm life thing.”

“Oh?” she quipped, her eyebrow arching in curiosity when they reached the tree line and she led them through the woods.

“I mean, I look good in a cowboy hat,” Negan reasoned with her, lifting his left hand to point toward his face. Flashing another arrogant, wolfish smile had her rolling her eyes and continuing. “I’m a sexy cowboy.”

“Does the ego ever quit?” she wondered hearing his raspy laugh follow. Even though she found him adorable and agreed that he made a good-looking cowboy, she knew that it seemed like he was always egotistical.

“I mean, it’s not ego if it’s true,” Negan countered, his head bobbing about when she came to an area in the middle of the woods where she wanted to stop. Watching her hop down, he got Lucky to stop before getting down himself. “I think I just really am that fucking awesome.”

“Of course you do,” she headed over to the large sitting rocks that were set out in a circle. This was a place that Maggie and her friends had set up when they were younger, but Y/N would often come here a lot when she was a kid to get some time to think about things. Taking a seat down on one of the larger rocks that were there, she let out an extended sigh and noticed the tip of Negan’s head. “What?”

“I don’t know, you tell me,” Negan sat across from her, leaning forward on the large rock that was there. Arching his thick eyebrow, he waited for her to say something and tossed his hand up. “I know that look on your face. It’s the, I’m really upset and I have something to say face, but I don’t know if I should. You use it all the time at work when you are trying to be polite, but you hate something. Not that you use it with me, but I’ve seen it with other people.”

“Jesus. You know my faces now?” she retorted and Negan nodded his head shrugging his shoulders when she repositioned on the rock that was before him. It was best to just get everything out now that they were alone and she knew that. “Maggie and I talked last night.”

“And?” Negan slurred as if waiting for something to come from her. There was no panic or worry and that surprised her.

“Negan, I don’t think I can do this with you,” she declared, lowering her head so that way she didn’t have to look at him. Looking at him made things hard because just the sight of his eyes could cause her heart to skip a beat. “Maggie told me about the first time that the two of you met. And she was talking about you. A lot. In extensive details.”

“Okay. And?” Negan put emphasis on his words, still confused as to why she was questioning things with them again. “What is going on here Y/N? We talked about this yesterday and I thought we had a deal between the two of us. You know that you want to be with me and I want to be with you.”

“I know, but it’s…” she felt the lump in her throat growing and the guilt started to eat away at her. “It’s complicated.”

“What isn’t complicated in life? If we let everything that was complicated stop us, none of us would fucking be here,” Negan tossed that out to her and it surprised her how much it made sense. “What did Maggie say that has you uncomfortable?”

“She was talking about the first time that the two of you met. How you brought lunch to her on the steps and then later in the night the two of you had sex in a bar bathroom stall,” Y/N listed off the things that Maggie had told her. Hearing all that made her jealous, but Negan didn’t seem affected by it. “She was going very much in depth about how good at sex you were. How you had a big dick that was really nice.”

“What about that bothered you? I am good at sex. I do have a big dick,” Negan listed off hearing the groan that followed from her. Throwing his hand up in the air, he tried to reason with her about things. “I mean these are things that you know already Y/N. I also have a small ass. I got no back in the booty. I come a lot too.”

“Negan!” she scoffed noticing the dramatic flair he was adding to everything he was saying while bobbing his head back and forth. “It was awkward hearing how the two of you had sex that first night. You have no idea how hard it was for me to sit there and listen to my sister talking about fucking you on the first night. Showing me how big she thought your dick was while deep down I already knew.”

“I still don’t get it. Yes, I had sex with Maggie on the first night, but that’s because your sister grabbed my wrist after she lost to me in a game of pool. She dragged me into the bathroom and it just kind of happened,” Negan recalled his past with Maggie and he licked his lips. “Y/N in this case, I understand that Maggie is your half-sister, but she’s just some person that I had sex with on the first night. But it was safe. I wore a condom. I always wore a condom with Maggie. I get you feel weird about it because she is related to you, but you haven’t even talked to her in years. The people here, they don’t respect you. Shawn, your stepmother and Beth seem to admire you though. I don’t think they would care who you were and you weren’t dating.”

“You say all that like it’s nothing,” Y/N frowned hating that she found herself feeling both jealous and guilty over Maggie. “You’re literally fucking my sister.”

“Correction. I used to be fucking your half-sister. I haven’t had sex with Maggie in a while,” Negan informed her with a grunt, throwing his hands up in the air when she mentioned it. “I’ve been so fucking busy with work and the kids that there was no way that it was going to happen. No nut November would have described the situation going on in my pants because there was no time for anything.”

“Are you ever serious?” she scoffed in frustration hearing Negan’s thick rumble of laughter over his own explanation of things.

“I’ve been nothing, but serious with you,” Negan pronounced his words in such a way that it made her laugh and roll her eyes at him. “I find it hard understanding where the problem falls in here with you and me. I want to date you. I want you to be mine and more than fucking anything I want to be yours. Yes, I was dating your sister. Yes, I’ve had sex with her, but I never will again.”

“You can’t say that,” she dismissed his comment with a grunt. Maggie was a very persuasive person and she knew by the way that Maggie talked about Negan that she honestly liked him. “I can’t expect you to drop every person that you want to have sex with just because you are interested in me and we are having…whatever this is.”

“I don’t want anyone else,” Negan assured her with determination in his voice, reaching up to pull the cowboy hat from his head to set it in his lap. “I’ve been dating your sister for six months. Kind of. And I haven’t even given her a key to my apartment yet. She doesn’t live with me. I came on this trip because I was worried about my children not having a good holiday. I can’t tell you how unserious this relationship actually is with Maggie.”

“Oh,” her lips parted, her eyes shifting when she thought about the information that he just gave her. “I didn’t know that.”

“There are a lot of things you don’t know and I’m an open book that will tell you everything,” Negan threw that out there, throwing his hands up in the air. “Go ahead, have at it. If you are uncomfortable, ask me anything and I will tell you. I’ll be upfront and honest with you. I don’t want to hide anything from you.”

“It’s not that I don’t believe you Negan. It’s just Maggie has real feelings for you Negan. I think she believes that she loves you,” Y/N educated Negan on how Maggie appeared to feel about him. “And I’m sure you have some feelings for her there too.”

“I think both Maggie and I love each other,” Negan maintained, his right hand lifting up and circling in the air while he tried to gather his thoughts. “I love Maggie. I do. But the way in which I fucking love Maggie is not me in love with Maggie. I love Maggie the way anyone would love their friends that they are close to.”

“Their friend that they’ve had lots of sex with,” she corrected Negan, allowing that jealousy to flood her features again. Gazing out into the woods around them, she felt like her face was on fire when she let Maggie’s words replay in her mind.

“I’ve had sex with you once and I’m more hooked on you than I have been on Maggie since I met her,” Negan snapped his fingers to get her to look at him. Her face scrunched up and he chuckled, his nose wrinkling at the idea that she was jealous of Maggie. “Boss, I know I probably sound like a fucking creep, but I’ve never felt something more real than I do when I’m with you. I have no doubt in my mind that you are meant to be with me and I am meant to be with you. And maybe having Maggie in my life was the world’s way of putting us closer together like this.”

“I feel like a bad person,” she finally confessed to something that was eating away at her. “I’m engaged to Glenn. And while I should feel guilty about cheating on him with you and for wanting to be with you, I’m actually more upset because I’m jealous of my sister. Jealous that she’s been with you. That she’s gotten to have you for this long. With how I feel about you, I’m a horrible person in terms of both Maggie and Glenn. Both of them are good people Negan. What we’re doing, it’s wrong.”

“So because Maggie and Glenn are good people, we should ignore the things that are happening between us? You should be miserable for the rest of your life because Maggie and Glenn are good people?” Negan inquired frustration flooding his veins and he shook his head. “That’s your abusive family talking, not you. Why can’t you be happy?”

“Because my happiness is going to break the heart of Glenn, my sister and it’s going to tear my family apart again,” she whimpered when Negan stood up from the large stone that he was sitting on, but moved around the area they were in to take a seat next to her. Putting his cowboy hat back on, Negan stared out at her and shook his head. “Negan…”

“If it tears your family apart, you will find your family with me, Beau and Erin,” Negan explained, his hand reaching up so he could sweep his thumb in over the side of her face. “I promise you, it might seem fast, but when you fucking know. You know.”

“But why me Negan? Why me?” she was getting emotional with the way that he was talking to her and the way that he was touching her. “Maggie is so beautiful. She’s perfect. She’s always been better than me.”

“You are beautiful. You are perfect. You are everything I want,” Negan declared, his eyelids growing heavy with his eyes locked on hers. “Yes, I care about your sister, but I want to be with you. I think the two of us could share a beautiful life. And why wait? We both know what we want. Think about it. You can move in with me. If you miss home, we can get ourselves a farm on the side so when you need that break away from the big city, we can disappear together. I mean we can certainly fucking afford it.”

“We’ve had sex once and you’re talking about moving in,” she was shocked, her head shaking but Negan captured her jaw between his thumb and index finger. “How can you make these plans so fucking fast?”

“Because. As crazy as it fucking sounds, sometimes love doesn’t fucking take it’s time. It comes out of nowhere and it punches you in the face and then the gut. I want to be with you every second. I want to walk into work, see you and know that beautiful woman is mine and no one is ever going to change that. I think we’d make cute kids. You can see by Beau and Erin, I make good looking kids. If you are worried about the whole children thing, we don’t have to rush into it. And I’m willing to give you as many children as you want. As long as you would still treat Beau and Erin good because they are my heart. Of course, if we had children they would be too, but I need to have room for all of them. Not just ours.”

“Children?” she chuckled, her eyes tearing over while Negan spoke about things. “In most cases people would think you were insane and I should run.”

“But it appeals to you,” Negan grumbled when she stood up from the oversized rock that she was sitting on. “If you weren’t so worried about other people’s feelings, I would run away with you and the children right now. I would take you home and we could start right there. But you are forcing yourself to worry about everyone else. When in reality, for the first time in your life you may have the first real thing you’ve ever had with me. We’ve gone through all the stages already. Desperation, jealousy, hurt…you name it. As someone who knows what it is like to find a special love and lose it, why would you want to wait when you’ve found something so…so fucking real.”

“God, you have no idea how hard you are making this whole thing,” she shook her head, moving around Negan to head back toward Dakota to hop on the horse. When she took off, Negan swiftly moved back to Lucky. Doing his best to follow her, Negan noticed that she stopped at the old barn on the property. Following her in, Negan saw that she was sitting on a pile of hay, her head buried in her hands visibly upset.

“What has you so upset about us today as opposed to yesterday?” Negan knelt down before her, his hands cautiously reaching out to press in over her knees to caress over them in a tender sweep. “Talk to me Y/N.”

“Maggie brought up something last night. When we were younger, she stole my boyfriend. I was dating someone older than me. Someone that I should have never been with to begin with, but he took my virginity and I thought I was in love with him,” she admitted to Negan, her throat tensing up when the idea of Shane and Maggie re-entered her mind. “What I didn’t realize was that he had eyes for Maggie. I never told Maggie about him, but he used me to get to her. And it worked. Maggie slept with him and I found them together. And even when she found out that he was my boyfriend, she still decided to date him. Maggie stole my boyfriend. If they find out about you and me, they are going to think I’m doing this for revenge Negan. They are going to think that I am holding onto a grudge from all those years ago.”

“Who cares what they think? We both know that’s not the truth. You and I had sex long before I knew you were Maggie’s half-sister and long before you found out that I was dating Maggie,” Negan pointed out, leaning in closer to her, his hand outstretching so he could caress over the side of her tear-stained face. “Your family did a fucking number on you honey. What you need, what you’ve always needed was someone who saw you…all of you and stood up for you. Here I am to tell you, who gives a fuck what they think of us? What they think of you? If Maggie thinks you stole me because of that? Well, good. Because that was fucked up what she did with that fucker.”

“That’s not the point Negan. I don’t even care about that guy anymore, but Maggie will. She will think that I did this in order to get back at her for what she did with him,” she explained hating that it was getting to this, but it was true and she knew it would be brought up. “Yes, I want to be with you…”

“Then stop right there,” Negan interrupted her, leaning forward with his long eyelashes fluttering and his hands grabbing a firm hold of hers. Caressing his thumb over the back of her hand, he got her to look at him and he offered up a big, goofy smile. “Y/N, that’s all that I need to hear. You want to be with me. I want to be with you. It’s not much harder than that. I don’t care what Maggie, Glenn or your family thinks. I don’t care what anyone thinks,” Negan lifted up enough, the warmth of his breath lingering over her lips. “We will make this whole thing work.”

“You’re so confident,” she tremored with Negan’s lips faintly brushing over hers drawing her to calm down and into a sweet surrender all over again. Bracing her hands in over his chest, she slid her palms up to caress in over his shoulders. “How do you know we aren’t making a mistake?”

“Because I know how I feel,” Negan asserted, his words vibrating against her bottom lip with the kisses he was peppering over her flesh. “I’ve felt this way once before and it wasn’t wrong then either. Every time I see you, my heart skips a beat. And it happened long before we hooked up in your office. I’ve always been enamored by you, but spending that first night with you? I just knew right then and there that it was you. You’re my missing piece.”

“Fuck you Negan,” she palmed up over the side of his face, her fingers hooking into his hair. Confusion flooded his hazel eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Why do you have to make me fall in love with you every time you talk?”

“And here I was afraid of using that word,” Negan slurred, his eyes narrowing when he reached up to brush her hair out of her face. Gasping, she realized exactly what he meant by using that word and he hushed her. “I was afraid of throwing that word around, just in case it freaked you out, but with you saying it first…”

“I don’t know what to say,” she was honest. She was at a loss for words. She wanted to deny things, but she couldn’t. And she could go further in depth but she was afraid to. “You’re the only person that makes me feel that way.”

“That’s because I’ve always got something to say,” Negan hushed her, tracing his thumb over her bottom lip repeatedly. A gust of wind filled the air making Negan lift his head to see that it was starting to snow again. “I’ll talk enough for the two of us.”

“Love is a big word you know,” she pointed out, her eyes narrowing when he leaned her back into the hay crawling in over her.

“It’s actually not,” Negan replied back, his lips hovering over hers. “It’s a four-letter word. It’s a really short word if you think about it.”

“Negan,” she scoffed having his nose wrinkling in amusement and his deep raspy laugh following. “People would say we were crazy if we started throwing that word around.”

“Why? I think the word is a very good word to throw around when you feel something so deeply for someone. Like, I love your smile,” Negan pressed a kiss over her cheek, taking the time to pause, “I love your eyes,” Negan continued pressing a kiss over her forehead. “I love the face you make when you’re deep in your work,” Negan’s mouth moved to her jawline to press another kiss there. “It took one night for me to know I’m in love with you. Obviously. I’m fucking willing to run away with you. Start a whole new life. Kind of at least. Last night when I laid with you, you cuddled into me like I was protecting you. Like in my arms you were safe. But having you in my arms like that? It was the first time I’ve felt whole in a very long time.”

“If you threw on half this charm to Maggie, I see why she feels the way she does about you,” she informed him, tugging him down to her to forcefully kiss him. Over and over again, his lips caressed over hers and she allowed him to have the dominance in this moment. She liked the way he took control and how it made her feel.

“It’s not the charm. It’s how I feel,” Negan stated with a smirk, his eyes fluttering to a close when her fingers tugged at the shirt he was wearing to get it loose from his pants. Pushing her hands up underneath the material made him hiss when her cool fingertips skimmed over his torso. “I’m fucking crazy for you.”

“You know how I mentioned you being submissive?” she wondered, her hands sliding up over his chest and back down again toward his lower abdomen near the top of his pants. “What if I asked you to be incredibly dominant with me right now. Would you do it?”

“What do you have in mind?” Negan’s eyebrow arched when she pulled her hands out from underneath is shirt. Licking his lips, he wasn’t turned off of the idea, but he didn’t know where she was headed with this.

“With how I’ve been feeling, I kind of just want you to have your way with me,” she informed him noticing the way he got more comfortable over her, his eyes searching hers for some kind of direction. “I don’t know Negan, I’m so used to having control and here I feel completely out of control with things. Maybe I’m just looking for you to be dominant so I can actually feel good while you’re doing it.”

“Hmm…” Negan hummed, dragging his tongue across his bottom lip before a small smile tugged at his lips. Exhaling loudly, he adjusted his weight over her so he could sweep his thumb over her jawline. “I think you just need a new daddy in your life. One that gives you exactly what you need in life. Love. Acceptance. Understanding. A daddy that will constantly pamper you and praise you.”

Finally bringing their lips together had her purring out against the kiss. Negan’s right hand caressed down over her side while he braced his weight on his left arm. Curling his arm around her waist had her lifting her hips so he could squeeze at her bottom. Moaning against his lips had him pulling back and smiling down at her.

“Daddy kink?” she slurred, sucking at her lip with an amused sound.

“Is that a turn off?” Negan wondered, lifting his hand to use his teeth to pull the glove from his hand. Tossing it beside them, he lowered his hand to pluck open the button of her jeans.

“In most cases, probably,” she admitted with a tip of her head, sinking her fingers into his hair leading him to lean into her touch. His eyes closed, his jaw flexing showing how much he appreciated just having her touch him like she was. “With you? Surprisingly? It’s the opposite.”

“Good,” Negan snickered, burying his head against the side of her neck to pepper her flesh in wet, heated kisses. “Daddy will make you feel so good. I promise.”

Wincing, she arched her hips when Negan’s fingers tugged down the zipper in her jeans. Tipping his head down, he made sure that he pushed the material apart before sliding his palm beneath her pants to caress over her body through the thin material separating him from her flesh. Clinging tightly to Negan, she panted and felt her heart skip a beat at the touch. Chills flooded her veins with the way his palm teased over her most sensitive parts. The warmth from his palm was a vast contrast from the coolness of the cold air that was surrounding them in the old barn.

“When you mean dominant, do you mean just control things or do you mean fuck you raw?” Negan’s words rumbled and a rush of excitement flooded her veins. With the way her pupils dilated after his question, he knew what direction this was going. “You know, I’ll give you what you want, but at some point, I’d like to have sex with you in a bed so I can make love to you. Make you understand what it is that you fucking deserve.”

“I don’t know if that’s going to be possible in my father’s house,” she gasped when Negan forcefully pushed down her pants to her thighs. Tugging at her panties had her arching her hips to help him before he got her settled back in the hay again. “There are so many people in that house.”

“I’m sure I can keep you quiet,” Negan winked at her, his throat flexing when the warmth of his fingertips traced over the length of her sex. Every touch had her tremoring and by the time her breathing was loud enough for him to hear, he couldn’t help but snicker. Teasingly, he circled his fingers around her sensitive bundle of nerves having her coo out with the touch. “I think your body has not been pampered in the way it should have been through the years.”

“You look at me like I’m an innocent virgin Negan and I’m not,” she reminded him, sucking in a sharp breath of air. “You are far from the first man I’ve been with.”

“Mhmm, but I’m the first real man that you have been with,” Negan arrogantly stammered, his lips hovering in over hers. In that moment, his caress got stronger and more determined. “You’ve never experienced real pleasure until you got with me. All the other men in your life? They had no fucking idea how to pleasure your body and make you experience things that you should have been for so long. What you needed was a real man to show you what you are capable of feeling.”

“Negan,” her eyes closed tightly, her cries growing with how he touched her. Rocking her hips into his caress had him letting out a long exhale. Clinging to his wrist, she found herself desperate for his touch and knew that he was right. No one made her feel the way that he did. She had never longed for someone like she did Negan.

“You are so fucking perfect,” Negan slurred, lowering down enough to kiss over her jawline toward the side of her neck. Tipping her head back, she whined when his fingers left her clitoris to slide further down between her thighs. Taking his time pushing a single digit into her warmth had her moaning out, her head burying against the side of her neck. Adding another, Negan hummed and unhurriedly started thrusting his fingers inside of her. Gradually each movement grew in strength having her whimpering against his flesh. It drove her crazy that Negan knew exactly how to touch her in just the right way to have her trembling beneath him. “Look at you. Glenn has no idea what he is doing with you.”

“He was a virgin when I met him,” she blurt out only realizing almost immediately after how bad that sounded when Negan snorted. Crying out, she dropped her head watching Negan’s quick movements hearing the wet sounds of her body while he fingered her.

“Makes sense then,” Negan growled lowering enough to nibble at her earlobe, giving it a firm tug. Soon her moans grew louder, her body shaking against his touch while he focused on her g-spot. “Almost there…”

“Your fingers are so fucking long,” she panted, tugging on Negan’s hair to bring him to her in order to kiss her. “Goddamn.”

“I do have big hands. But I’m also an artist and a gamer,” Negan informed her with a wicked smirk having her clinging tightly to him when he quickened his movements. “So these hands know exactly what they need to do in order to get things done.”

“Negan…fuck…” she cried out with the fire burning deeply inside of her. Pulling her hips away from his fingers, she heard a wet sound follow and a raspy moan fell from Negan’s throat. Digging her nails into the material of Negan’s jacket, she felt the warmth of his kisses trailing up the side of her neck and she panted. Everything inside of her was tingling and her heart was hammering inside of her chest. There was an ache in her head while her hips shook. “I am so, so sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing? That is the greatest compliment someone could ever get,” Negan questioned, his tone amused when her body finally started to calm down and relax after the orgasm he got her too. “There is nothing wrong with doing that. See, this is the problem. No one has made you feel as good as you should and you feel bad for coming. I hear you, it feels fucking good, right?”

“Yes,” she licked her lips watching Negan give an arrogant nod before lifting up. A worried sound fell from her, but he shook his head and hushed her.

“Don’t worry, we’re not done yet,” Negan assured her, taking the cowboy hat from his head. Setting it aside, he brushed his fingers through his messy hair to slick it back. Honestly? Knowing that she panicked at the idea of him leaving fueled him even more. Pulling off his other glove, he tossed it aside and then lazily pulled his jacket from his body. Crawling in over her, Negan got on his knees and started to pull his belt open. “Why don’t you show daddy how much you appreciate him making you feel the way that he does?”

Pushing up on her hands, she smirked when he started pulling open his pants. Shifting her weight, she reached up to help him push the material apart. Pushing his shirt up toward the center of his abdomen allowed her the gift of seeing his slender abdomen. Stroking her fingertips over the warmth of his flesh had Negan tipping his head back licking over his lips. Sliding her palms down, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs and smirked, “Just curious. Do you have anything other than black and red?”

“Huh?” Negan snorted lowering his head to watch her pressing wet kisses over the area right beneath his bellybutton. With a firm tug, she pulled down the front of the red colored boxer briefs he was wearing and it made him grunt when his cock sprung free from behind the material. “Yes, I have other colors. I’ve got gray, blue, white…I just happen to think I look good in black and red. Do you not?”

“You look good in anything,” she dragged her tongue along his flesh having a grumble fall from his lips. Hooking her eyes with his, her fingers curled around his girthy length taking her time to caress over his hard cock. Faintly pressing kisses at the shaft had his hips arching forward toward her making her purr out. “I can’t get over how pretty your cock is.”

“Not as pretty as you,” Negan sank his fingers into her hair, pulling her head back slightly. It had her looking up at him. Her lips parted, her pupils dilated with lust. Curling his fingers tighter into her hair, he reached out with his left hand and dragged his thumb across her bottom lip. Wrapping her lips around his thumb, she sucked faintly keeping her eyes locked with his while her tongue dragged against his flesh. “You’re being such a good girl.”

“Yes daddy,” she purred and it made him laugh, his fingers pulling from her to wrap them around the base of his manhood to caress over it. “I have a confession to make.”

“Yeah?” Negan’s eyebrow arched, curiosity flooding his features when he pushed his hips forward to drag the tip of his cock against her wet lips. Grunting out, he adjusted on his legs while she pressed gentle kisses against his flesh.

“When Maggie was talking about how big you were, I told her that I thought you were small,” she informed him, her tongue dragging out across the slit at the tip drawing Negan to groan out. “With your ego, I would have never guessed you genuinely had a reason to have such a big ego. But you do. Your dick is so…so…nice.”

“My dick can also be very naughty,” Negan teased urging her to hold her tongue out. Obeying, she did what he wanted when he tapped the head of his cock against the warmth of her tongue. “I’m glad I was able to prove you wrong. But I’m also sorry to hear you’ve never been with a man capable of really pleasuring you the way you are meant to be. Now be a good girl and wrap your lips around daddy’s cock.”

Doing what he asked, she took Negan into her mouth, bobbing her head forward before pulling back and dragging her tongue across the flesh. It had Negan’s abdomen flexing, his hips arching forward toward her movements while she pleasured him. The strokes of Negan’s fingers over her scalp were an added bonus while he helped her movements over his distended flesh setting a steady pace over his length.

There was so many things appealing about Negan. From his arrogance to his looks and the way he spoke. Even with sex. She liked that he could be both dominant and submissive with her. Shane was her first and he was rough, but not always in a good way. There were other unforgettable men in between and then there was Glenn. Who almost was afraid of sex and shy to do things. Which is why Y/N never really focused on sex much. Being with Glenn was more of her having a relationship with someone and not being alone. It gave her time to focus on work and not have to worry about the whole sex thing because it never really worked out with her. But with Negan? She understood the appeal. Whether he was being naughty or nice, everything worked with her.

“Relax your throat,” Negan growled, pushing his hips forward to sink his length further down her throat. Gagging slightly at first had him pulling his hips back allowing her to take in a big gasp of air. “Too much?”

“I’m fine,” she assured him, licking her wet lips before going back into pleasuring Negan. At first, she took her time on the first few inches of him. This time Negan let her do what she was comfortable with until she started taking more of him further down her throat with every movement.

“Fuck. That’s so good,” Negan dropped his head back, his fingers hooking tighter into her hair while the wet sounds of her pleasuring him filled the cool air around them. Pulling back on her hair had her whining when he pulled her from his length. An amused sound escaped his lips while he used his other hand to pump his hand over his rigid body. “Look at you. So addicted to my cock that you get mad when I take you away from it. I mean, you can keep giving me a blowjob, but you asked me to fuck you raw. If you want to just give me a blowjob, I won’t fight you on it.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, tipping her head further back to look up at him with a frown. “I promise I’ll be a good girl.”

“That’s better,” Negan snorted, grasping her jaw between his thumb and index finger. Smirking, Negan urged her back again, tugging her boots off with a grunt and she laughed when he almost fell. “I’m doing my best here.”

“I like it,” she assured him with a tiny laugh when he reached for her pants to tug them down her legs along with her panties and tossing them aside. Pushing his pants further down his hips, Negan stroked his fingers over his length drawing attention to it. Even though she wanted this, there was still a sense of panic when he lowered in over her, bracing his weight on his left arm. Pressing her hands in over the center of his chest, she caressed up and over his shoulders. “Can you take your shirt off?”

“I will if you will,” Negan’s nose wrinkled and she gave him a nod. Working with Negan, she managed to quickly get her jacket, shirt and bra off before helping Negan to push his shirt up his lengthy torso. Once he laid over her, the hairs from his chest tickled at her flesh, but the sensation of the skin-to-skin contact felt amazing. “You just want the both of us to freeze, huh?”

“I just want to see all of you,” she stroked her fingers through the dark curls of hair over his chest, shuddering when Negan nuzzled his nose in against hers.

What was almost amazing is they sold this whole extreme sex situation, but instead they were more so just cuddling against each other at first. Lifting up, she kissed over his collarbone toward his freckle covered shoulders. Awe for this man filled her and she couldn’t believe how much they actually connected. Adjusting her thighs, Negan lowered himself down and grabbed a firm hold of his erection. Leading it toward her entrance, he made sure she was ready before thrusting forward. Sinking into her unhurriedly, Negan’s raspy moan filled the air and she clung tightly to him. It had only been two days since he was inside of her last, but it felt like a lifetime after all she had been through. Meeting Negan’s lips in another kiss only seemed to enhance the feeling of all of this. It was incredible how full Negan could make her feel as he stayed stagnant inside of her for a moment. Once his hips started moving, their kisses grew in strength, her muted cries falling from her throat with every fluid thrust forward.

Hovering his lips over hers, Negan teased her with the idea of kissing her as the strength of his thrusts grew. Every smack of his hips against hers had her mewling out, her fingers digging into his shoulders while he did it. A sound drew Negan’s attention and he looked back over his shoulder to see that the horses were moving around outside of the barn.

“You don’t think they will draw attention, do you?” Negan inquired, lowering himself to be closer to her, the friction of his groin rubbing up against her clitoris with every roll of his hips he made.

“I don’t care at this point anymore,” she informed him, stroking her fingers through his messy hair. And she meant it. If her family were to come here to find Negan fucking her, oh well. The only people she didn’t want to see them was Negan’s children and that was for obvious reasons. But her family? Their judgement was something she didn’t care for. “Fuck them if they see.”

“Thatta girl,” Negan growled, nipping at her bottom lip hearing her cries getting louder. “Feel good?”

“So good,” she whimpered clinging tightly to him, letting out a moan when she felt his left hand reaching up to wrap his fingers loosely around her throat. When he applied a small amount of pressure, it had her purring out and she leaned her head back. Winces fell from her with every forward thrust he made into her. “You feel so fucking big daddy.”

“That’s because daddy’s cock is big inside of your tight little pussy,” Negan growled, his forehead resting against hers. A chill flooded her with his dirty talk. God, it was so fucking hot. Underneath him, her body tensed up. Her thighs were twitching, her pussy tightening around his length. It had Negan cussing out, his thrusts more prominent when he got her to another orgasm. Clinging to him, she was desperate to still keep him moving while her moans filtered from her throat. “Fucking hell Y/N. You can’t get enough of me, can you?”

Pausing his movements, Negan enjoyed the way her warmth contracted and relaxed around his throbbing length. Watching her lick her lips made him smile. Her pulse was jumping in her throat, her pants loud enough for them both to hear with her eyes closed. Grumbling, Negan pulled himself up to his knees and relaxed. Tugging her closer to him, he urged her to wrap her hands under her knees so she could hold her legs up for him. Getting as close to her as he could, he traced the length of his body over her sensitive folds and watched her hips rock up toward him.

“Nothing turns me on more than the faces you make while I’m fucking you,” Negan informed her, sucking at his bottom lip when he caressed the ridges of the tip of his cock against her clitoris. It had her purring out and he reached out to cup her breast with his left hand while his right continued to tease her with his rigid length. “I’m so used to seeing you stressed or focused, it’s nice to see you relaxed and so euphoric over something I’m doing to you.”

“You’re starting to stress me out the longer you aren’t inside of me,” she alerted him and his deep laugh followed. Nodding, he lined the tip of his cock up with her entrance and pushed forward only slightly. Allowing the tip of his cock to enter her, he pulled back and watched her pout before repeating the movement several times. “Please Negan.”

“I know. I know. You just have to understand how amazing the sight is watching my dick going in and out of you. It looks good and it feels good,” Negan growled, leaning back and bracing himself on his left hand. “But you don’t want just the tip. You want me balls deep in your beautiful little pussy. I understand.”

Giving her what she wanted, he led himself back into her hearing the whine she released when he bottomed out. Staying still had her hips arching up against him causing him to growl deeply while his right hand squeezed firmly at her hip, “Good girl. Now keep those legs up.”

Staying put, he slid his right hand down and circled his thumb over her clitoris hearing her coo out upon the contact, “Fuck me…”

Sucking at his bottom lip, Negan started to rock his hips, taking his time thrusting into her at first. Just keeping things steady and sweet. Trying to work up that hot spot inside of her. Once her cries started to escape her lips again, he pulled his right hand back and braced himself on both of his hands. Taking a second to position himself appropriately, he began driving his cock into her at just the right depth to hit her g-spot with upward thrusts. Paying close attention to her reactions to everything, Negan would slow down or speed up at the right times to help aid to the pleasure she was getting. There was something so entirely appealing seeing the way she would lift her head up to watch his cock pounding into her again and again.

Keeping her quiet was not something that was going to happen right now. Not with how he was visibly making her feel. Hearing her breathing hitching, he watched her fingers digging into her flesh and he quickened the roll of his hips, “Don’t hold back this time. Just let this happen.”

“Negan,” she gasped, noticing the strokes of his cock getting harder and faster before she pulled her hips up and away from him when another powerful orgasm hit her. A low guttural growl fell from Negan’s lips. Caressing the tip of his cock against her clitoris had her whimpering out, her hips arching up toward him. Soft tapping sounds were heard before he traced his length between her sensitive folds. “Fuck…I think you’re going to kill me.”

“Only in the best of ways,” Negan grunted with a smile, urging her to turn onto her stomach before he crawled in over her. Resting a knee on each side of her, Negan got comfortable while he stroked his aching erection in his hand. Underneath him she was panting, her hands stretching out to squeeze around the loose hay that was there. With a smirk, he brought his palm down in over her bottom spanking her. A surprised exhale fell from her throat and he didn’t know if she’d be into a light spanking at first. When she wiggled beneath him and purred out, it gave him the okay to do it again. And he did. This time, he squeezed at her fleshy bottom knowing that by the sounds she made that she liked it. “Good girl.”

Readjusting, he grabbed a firm hold of the base of his manhood, leading it back toward her opening. Once he was lined up, he smacked his hips forward drawing a gasp from her throat when he did it. With both hands, he squeezed at her bottom using it to help her bring herself back against him. Their flesh smacked together, the deep plunges of his cock inside of her causing a wet sound to surround them. Pounding into her had her almost sliding forward, but his hands slid up to her hips to grasp them and keep her in place.

“Fucking hell,” Negan tipped his head back, his thrusts hard. His testicles were smacking up against her clitoris and it was already sensitive as hell so the sensation left her wanting more. Reaching around her, she grasped at his hip needing him closer to her.

“Holy shit Negan,” she blurt out, looking over her shoulder to steal a glance at him pounding into her from behind. Gasping out with every thrust he made, she dug her fingers into his flesh and heard him groan. Just watching him, seeing what he was doing to her turned her on all the more. “Fuck…fuck…”

Moving forward, she felt Negan following her, his hands pressing in beside her when he lowered himself, “I know it’s sensitive, but you are gonna want this honey,” Negan assured her, his right hand reaching up to curl around her jaw to get her to turn her head slightly so it could bring their lips together. Brushing his tongue between her parted lips, Negan felt her eager to return the gesture while he had his way with her. Outstretching her left hand, she hooked her fingers with Negan’s and squeezed them tightly. At that moment, she started feeling faint. There was an ache at her temple, a tremoring sensation in her thighs while Negan kept up with his speed.  

“Fucking…Negan…” she cried out, bouncing forward when the power of his thrusts grew stronger. Dropping her head, her eyes slammed shut and she pushed at Negan’s lower abdomen when her body started shaking again. A proud exhale fell from Negan’s throat when he kissed down over her jawline, biting at her chin while she urged him to take a moment. “Goddamn it Negan. I’ve had orgasms, but these…”

“Yeah?” Negan chuckled waiting for her to have some kind of response, but she was still shaking beneath him.

“I’m gonna need a second,” she explained knowing that while she felt incredibly good after the orgasm he just gave her, it felt like her heart was going to pound out of her chest.

“Yes ma’am,” Negan responded with a half-laugh, dropping down beside her in the hay. Rolling onto her side, she laid her head in over the center of Negan’s chest when he wrapped his arm around her and she looked to his rigid cock that was twitching. Reaching down, she wrapped her fingers around his body and took her time stroking over it. “Next time we’re going to do it in a bed. And instead of multiple orgasms, I’m going to draw it out so by the time you finally do come it will blow your mind.”

“I’m so confused,” she breathlessly stammered against his flesh, kissing at Negan’s chest before nipping faintly at the flesh. “Were you always like this?”

“What? Hot?” Negan snorted and she rolled her eyes. A moment later she was shakily pushing up to crawl in over Negan still caressing over his erection with her gentle touch. “Yes, I was always pretty good looking.”

“That’s not what I meant. I meant good at sex because it’s like you know exactly what to do and how to do it in order to get whatever it is you want,” she rambled off how she was feeling making Negan smile from where he was beneath her. A muted moan fell from his throat with the way she was touching him and he shrugged. “I don’t get it. I’ve had sex with other people…I’m not a virgin. But with you it feels like I’ve never really had sex before.”

“A lot of people aren’t me,” Negan reasoned with her, his palms reaching up to caress over her breasts while she took time to gain back her strength. “I just have learned to pay attention to people and what they like. No I wasn’t always good at sex. I’m sure if Lucille was here, she would tell you our first time was trash. I had absolutely zero control and I was just eager to come. Now, with practice, I’ve learned to control things, pay attention to what makes someone feel good and I work on that. Do I still come fast sometimes? Yeah. I do. I get excited too. I’m not always perfect. And if you want to be with me, you can’t always expect me to be perfect a hundred percent, but I’ll always try.”

“I see,” she was impressed that he was being honest with her as she reached for the cowboy hat he had pulled off earlier to put back on him. With an amused rumble of laughter, Negan felt her crawling in over him more confidently. Dragging the tip of his cock through her folds, Negan moaned out and rolled his eyes back. His body was ready to come and it ached like hell, but he wanted to give her time to let her body do what it needed. Once she lowered down over his length, he let out a grunt when she took him inside of her completely. Her nails dug into his chest and his fingers squeezed at her hips while she braced herself over him. “Fuck.”

“Goddamn, you feel so fucking good,” Negan arched up toward her drawing her to whine with the feeling. “For someone not used to a big cock, you sure do take it well. God, I want to come so fucking bad.”

“Then do it,” she gave him the okay hearing him huff when she started to only slightly roll her hips over him. “I want my sexy cowboy to come inside of me.”

“Yeah?” Negan wondered, pressing up on his hands eager to watch her ride him while she started confidently to bounce her hips over him. Allowing her to use his body the way she wanted, Negan lowered his head and kissed over her breasts. The sounds they were making were loud and crude. There was no hiding what they were doing or keeping it hidden that they were enjoying themselves. Feeling his body tensing up, Negan rolled her onto her back again. Her legs wrapped around his waist while he bucked up against her. “Fuck.”

“Fill me up with your cum daddy,” she spoke, urging his lips to hers with his moans vibrating against her flesh.

“I’m going to,” Negan assured her, the vein at the side of his neck bulging when his moans grew louder. Looking down, he stole a look at his cock pounding away inside of her and he felt his testicles tightening up. “Fuck…daddy is going to paint the walls of your pussy with his cum. Would you like that?”

“Please,” she begged of him, her whimpers growing louder with him smacking up against her harder. Winces started to fall from his throat when the throbbing of his body inside of her was felt followed by a warmth. Following through with his thrusts, Negan continued to fuck her and she appreciated that. A lot of guys would stop once they started to come, but not Negan. There was a need to want to draw things out to the very end. His hips started to falter, his breathing uneven when he laid in over her. Once again, he was cuddling up against her after they had sex and she liked it. Stroking her fingers through his hair, she knew that she wouldn’t be okay for the rest of the day but she didn’t care. Negan hadn’t pulled out of her, he was just lying in over her having that bonding moment he seemed to long for.

“I fucking love you,” Negan grunted, his head lifting up to show the redness that had flushed into his face. There was something different in his eyes and he shook his head.

Reaching out, she stroked her fingers over the side of his face and led him to kiss her. Their kiss lingered before she sighed and nuzzled her nose in against his, “I love you too.”

“Fucking good. Because I was starting to wonder if I was insane for the way I was feeling,” Negan turned onto his side, urging her to follow his movements with her leg still draped over his waist while he grew soft inside of her. “I don’t want to keep pretending anymore Y/N.”

“I get it,” she replied, stroking her fingers over the side of his face and into his damp hair that was beneath the cowboy hat. “I really do.”

“Then what are we doing?” Negan panted, his eyes searching hers while she swallowed down hard. “I mean, if you choose to be with me, imagine all the amazing shit you could have. A family. That actually loves you and wants the best for you. Think of how when we’re working together, no one will question it at first and I can go down on you while you are working in your office…”

“You don’t have to keep selling yourself Negan. I want to be with you,” she silenced him with a laugh, stroking her fingers through his hair. Pulling his hips back allowed his cock to pull from her body and she let out a surprised sound when she felt some of his release dripping from her body and sliding down her thighs. “I don’t let people come in me Negan. I trust you. I want what we have here.”

“Then let’s get the fuck out of here,” Negan suggested lifting his head up enough, his wet hair in his eyes after the cowboy hat fell from his head. Sweeping his hair out of his face, she sighed loudly and shrugged her shoulders. Grabbing the hat again, she put it back on his head and heard him snicker. “What is it?”

“I think you’re right that I made a mistake coming here. My family wasn’t worth all of this, but…” she slid her palm down in over the side of Negan’s face, her fingertips tracing through his short beard. “I actually think Beau needs this. I’ve already made plans with Beau last night to try to make this Christmas better for him.”

“Beau?” Negan repeated his son’s name, the emotion in his eyes changing when she brought up his son. “What do you mean?”

“We talked last night while you were watching movies with Erin and my family. He really misses his mom. And he misses the way things were with her when he was younger,” she informed Negan, feeling the warmth of Negan’s breath pressing in over her pulse point when he faintly kissed at her sensitive flesh. “He gave me a list of things that he wants to do while he’s here and I promised him we would do all of them.”

“Wow,” Negan muttered, his hazel eyes gazing over her while he hooked his fingers with hers. “You’re worried about my son?”

“I am,” she nodded her head, being honest with her emotions that had been fueling her yesterday after talking to Negan’s son. “The two of us have a lot in common and he just wants to remember what it felt like to be with his mom for Christmas. I can’t give him that, but I want to bring as much magic that I can into his life as I can. I’ve been without my family for so long and I don’t know…”

“I love you,” Negan breathed out, lowering down just enough to press a loving kiss over her lips that took her breath away when he pulled back. “Hearing you talk about my son like that reconfirms for me everything I was already thinking about with you. And you think staying here will do that for him?”

“I think so,” she informed Negan, sliding her fingers up over the side of Negan’s neck. Stroking her fingers at his flesh, she didn’t know if she was overstepping, but she felt like this needed to be done. “I made a promise to him. A few of the things are silly, but doable. He wants to make sugar cookies with his sister. And be messy with it. He wants to go ice skating and he wants to build a snowman. In a day or two, there is supposed to be a big storm. So we’ll be capable of doing the snowman. He wants to go to the main town and see what they have there. There is this wooded walk they have a little while away from here. I was going to run to the store today. Get a few things for a project I want to do with Beau today if you are okay with it. Maybe we can go to town, walk around a little bit and then do the sugar cookies before bed.”

“I like the sound of that,” Negan crawled back in over her, peppering her with kisses until the point they were both giggling by how silly he was being with his kisses. “How are we going to tell Maggie and Glenn?”

“Carefully,” she replied knowing that in order to have a good few days they would have to still keep things from Maggie and Glenn. “Let’s make it to Christmas. Keep things on the downlow until then so we can make things good for Beau and Erin. Then after Christmas, we can kind of drop the bomb. And if we’re kicked out before New Years? Then so be it. But you’re right. What I feel for you is pure. It’s real. I don’t want to waste this.”

“Okay,” Negan agreed, nuzzling his nose in against hers before letting out a sigh. “Then that’s what we will do. I’ll gradually put the brakes on things with Maggie. Start breaking is slowly, but you have to understand during these events, it’s you that I want to be with.”

“I do understand that,” she noted, lifting up to kiss him again. While she thought that they could have given Beau what he wanted if they left and ran off to New York, she thought maybe having her family around for the two children would be good. Beth was fun. Her dad and her stepmom would likely pamper the hell out of them and that’s what they needed right now. Cuddling in closer to Negan, she nuzzled her nose in against the side of his neck and pressed a faint kiss there. “I have to admit something to you.”

“Yeah?” Negan pulled his head back enough making her laugh when the cowboy hat he was wearing fell over his eyes. Tossing the hat aside, Negan grunted and couldn’t help but smile with her laughter.

“I’m freezing,” she alerted him, lifting her head up to stare out at the door that was partially opened to the barn.

“Noted,” Negan grunted, looking down between them realizing that while they were still pressed up against one another, it was still really cold. “My ass and my testicles are really feeling that cool burst of air coming through. And it’s…well…maybe a different version of blue balls that might happen soon.”

“Dear God,” she groaned out, shoving her hand into the center of his face hearing his snort follow.

“I’m serious,” Negan laughed, nodding down toward his chest. “It’s so fucking cold my nipples are hard right now. Look at them.”

“I see,” she slid her hand up to pinch at his nipple before sitting up enough to circle her tongue around the flesh. Giving it a small nip had him groaning out before she shook her head. “We should stop while we’re ahead.”

Moving in beside her, Negan reached for his boxer briefs and his pants that were down at his ankles to pull them back up over his long legs and over his slender hips. Thinking things over, she cleared her throat when she reached for her panties and her pants. “I’ve got nothing to clean myself up with.”

“And that’s a problem?” Negan growled, his thick eyebrow arching in amusement when he slid in beside her palming up and over her thigh. “I like my cum marking you.”

“I would have never guessed,” she shuddered when Negan’s lips captured hers again drawing her to tip her head back to allow him to kiss her. When his tongue brushed against hers, she gasped when his fingers traced over the length of her sex. “I’m going to have to shower this morning before I do anything.”

Holding his hand up, Negan reached for the jacket that he had pulled off earlier. Digging into the pockets, he pulled out a pack of tissues and tossed them to her, “My allergies suck this time of year so I always carry those on me.”

“Smart,” she commented noticing the way that Negan grabbed her panties and she huffed. “You can’t steal my clothes again Negan.”

“Of course I can,” Negan held the material up watching her attempt to grab them and he shook his head. Pushing her panties in his back pocket had a warmth flooding into her cheeks. “These are mine.”

“You’re a pain in the ass,” she commented, cleaning herself up while Negan continued to get dressed. “You’re not kidding when you say you come a lot.”

“I’m a pretty honest guy,” Negan replied back with a laugh, shrugging his shoulders when he spoke. “I’m a perfect breeder. I have a big dick. I come a lot. My cum is healthy. My sperm makes pretty babies. I’m good looking. I have the cutest fucking dimples…”

“No one strokes your ego better than you Negan,” she continue to get dressed feeling Negan sneak him behind her to snake his arm around her hips. Picking her up, he peppered kisses over the side of her face and heard her laughter filling the air.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” Negan muttered against her flesh, nipping faintly at her earlobe when he cuddled her close.

“I can’t,” she responded with laughter, her hands meeting Negan’s to give them a tight squeeze. Once they were finally fully clothed, Negan dropped back into the hay and got comfortable. Wiggling his fingers out at her, he motioned her to come to him. Lowering down, she sat between his legs with her back pressed against his chest. Wrapping her up in his arms, Negan cuddled his chin in over her shoulder and held her close to him. “Are you typically the kind of guy that steals women’s panties after you’ve slept with them?”

“Not really,” Negan snickered, the warmth of his breath tickling against the side of her neck. “Maybe I’m just proud of my moments with you. But, think of it this way. After you move in with me, these will belong to you again.”

“Oh, that’s a plus,” she rolled her eyes, resting her head back further against his chest. “Did you do that with Maggie?”

“Which part? Steal her underwear?” Negan grumbled causing Y/N to laugh out loud. “I can’t say that I did. Nor have I done a lot of things with Maggie that I’ve done with you. I don’t want to shame your sister because I can’t. I’ve had my wild years too. But your sister I think…is a lot more experienced than you. In terms of she’s obviously been with a lot more people and she’s not as innocent. Which is totally okay, but you, your reactions to everything are so special and you enjoy everything so much.”

“I see,” she tried to hold back on the amusement that she had with Negan’s answer. “I’m glad you enjoy sex with me more than Maggie.”

“I’m glad I do too, but it’s not just about the sex with you,” Negan promised, kissing over her jawline and letting out an amused sound. “You have to understand, the sex is great and it makes me happy to be able to pleasure you like I do, but I just feel this connection with you. There is just something so much more between us than I’ve ever felt with Maggie.”

“We should probably get moving,” she suggested allowing Negan to wrap her up tightly in his arms once more to give her a big hug. Standing up slowly, she reached for Negan’s hand to help him up. Stepping before him, she placed her hand in over the center of his chest and looked up at him with big eyes. “Are you sure about this? Everything you feel is real?”

“Everything,” Negan assured her with a wink. Stroking his finger in underneath her jawline, he urged her to look up at him and he shook his head. “I love you. As crazy as that makes me. When you know, you know. I promise you, after Christmas…when we’re together, I’ll be everything your family wasn’t.”

Lowering down, Negan claimed her lips in a long, drawn-out kiss that had her falling in closer to his chest. When they separated, Negan nuzzled his nose in against hers. Holding her for a moment longer, the sound of the door creaking was heard and before they had time to react, it was being pushed open.

“Hey dad,” Beau’s voiced filled the old barn when he entered it, stopping in his tracks when he saw how close Negan and Y/N were. Almost immediately both of them stepped back from one another, Negan’s hands pushing into the pockets of his jacket and Y/N lowering her head to look down toward the ground. “Maggie is looking for you. They made breakfast for everyone and they were coming to get the two of you.”

“Thanks buddy,” Negan felt his heart hammering inside of his chest when he noticed the way that Beau was gazing back and forth between the two of them. It was an awkward situation for Beau to come in at, but he was thankful it wasn’t during one of their kisses or something even worse. Clearing his throat, Negan stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Beau to give him a big hug. “It’s good to see you this morning. Did you sleep well?”

“I think maybe we should have that discussion at breakfast,” Beau pulled away from Negan’s hug, pointing back toward the horses that were in front of the barn. “I think you two might want to put the horses away before Maggie finds the two of you.”

“Good idea,” Y/N stepped forward rushing out of the barn, going for Dakota while leaving the two of them alone.

“I uh…I can explain,” Negan lifted his hand, pointing out toward Y/N while Beau stood before him with his big hazel eyes. “You see, we were just…talking and…”

“Dad,” Beau interrupted Negan, pointing back toward the horse that Negan needed to help Y/N with. “I’m not asking questions. If you want me to know something, you’ll tell me. Until then, do whatever you have to do.”

“What does that mean?” Negan noticed the expression that Beau was giving him. Simply shrugging his shoulders, Beau turned on his heel and then went to go help Y/N with the horses. In that moment it felt like the world was spinning around Negan and he wondered if his son knew more than he was actually giving off.

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HELLOO!!! I have been obsessing over Astarion soooooo much, so I dashed over here the moment I saw you XD

Could I maybe request something with softer morning sex for Astarion? I’d imagine that sex in a romantic/soft light would be basically unknown to Astarion, so I’d loveee to see how he’d end up acting in something meant to feel intimate and connecting above all else.

No need to preform, no need to plan, just something gentle.

First of all, thank you for the request - I was working something out for this for quite some time now.

So this is a little different, because it‘s from Astarion‘s POV which I was a bit afraid to write because I really have to nail his character. So I hope I did him and your request justice!

Pairing: Astarion / Fem!Tav (shamelessly based on my Tav)

Warning: Explicit Sexual Content

(Also try and imagine this in Astarion's voice? Because I think that helps 👀)

Spaces In Between

I open my eyes. Immediately, I can feel the sunlight caressingly warm my back with its gentle touch. I close my eyes again for just a moment, savouring the feeling of the light upon my body - a sensation that always makes me yearn for more and I hope that I will still have some more time to enjoy it. To have a few more of these tranquil moments since I broke my chains of enslavement and before I will become a creature of the night once more when we‘ll figure this whole mess out, finally.

But when I open my eyes again I turn around to the one thing that has already become more important to me than the feeling of sunlight on my pale skin: her.

I turn and lay on my side, thin blanket draped around my waist and other than that bare. And so is she - my beautiful Tav. She‘s sitting on the edge of the bed in which we very much enjoyed each other‘s company last night, some of it even only talking and holding each other. Because who would‘ve thought that after all the miseries in the world I’ve had to endure the most unlikely thing would happen: meeting someone who actually gave a rat‘s arse about me, more even, someone who cares for me, someone who sees more in me, someone who wants to be with me… for me. And of course me falling for that someone. We truly live in the most unlikely version of how things could have turned out - not that I‘m complaining.

I see how she stretches and softly yawns. Her arms and upper body forming a long elegant curved line outlined by fingers of light falling through the windows. Her reddish hair drops from her hands down her freckled back. I‘m torn between admiring the delectable view and grabbing her and devouring her delicious self right on the spot.

I settle for something in between.

„Not staying for a cuddle?“, I ask her with a pout and use the words she‘d used on me back then - the first night I had her. Back then when I didn‘t know yet why it had felt different to hold her. Somewhere in between then and now things had changed.

It feels forever ago and she‘s probably already forgotten about it. But when she turns her head around and smirks, I know that she hasn‘t - if it could, my dead little heart would stutter.

„I didn‘t want to rip you from your dreams just yet“, she says, her arms slowly coming down, her upper body turning to me - revealing just how pleasantly naked she is, right in front of me. Gods, she‘s a vision.

„Oh, don‘t worry, my love, I feel like I am still dreaming“, I respond with a grin and stretch out an arm - an invitation for her to join me in an embrace.

She giggles at my answer which makes her nose scrunch - yet again, my withered heart might give out.

She climbs back into bed towards me. „Also, since when do you need to steal my lines?“, she says as she shuffles towards me, her eyebrows are raised. She‘s become so much more sassy since she‘s been with me - I‘m such a good influence.

I place one hand on my bare chest and make a shocked face: „My love, when did I ever have to resort to stealing anything?“ „Yeah yeah yeah, you‘re full of shit, Astarion“, she responds without even looking at me while she lifts up the blanket covering me to scurry under it - did I mention I love her?

She tangles her legs with mine and moves to embrace me fully but I softly press her shoulder down so she lays back while I‘m on my side, leaning on one arm, so I can fully take her in.

We talk and joke and laugh. My eyes and hands keep wandering over her face and body. Her beautiful face with these open silver eyes, the scar over her nose and those tattoos bending away from her lids that make her look so fierce - even though she admitted to me she had them done in a fit of youthful rage. Her body is so soft and warm beneath my hands. She‘s become my sun.

Her warm hand is on my chest while mine explores her. Charting the curves of her collar bone, her breasts, her stomach. She‘s full of elegant curves, never-ending liquid motion.

I‘m kissing her now, softly, but it‘s still all teeth and tongues - because in between conversation and trying to imprint her body on my mind, I found, I had to show her how much I love her.

The kiss quickly loses any innocence it had, her hands start to roam my body as well why mine rubs decreasing circles on her breast until it has reached its peak. She moans softly into my mouth which I can only answer with a groan. Knowing how she feels for me, how much she wants me - me, and not just a body - almost breaks me.

My desire for her is rapidly growing, like a wildfire - all consuming.

And I want her - like I possibly never wanted anything in my life; or un-life for that matter.

„Do you-“, I start to ask but her hand immediately grabs my shoulder to pull me down more to her and she nods eagerly while pressing her lips to mine again. I happily give in to my cravings and climb onto her, supporting myself with one arm and with the other grabbing one of her roaming hands to tangle my fingers with hers and push our joint hands down next to her head.

I am in between her legs that wrap around me. Her foot slowly wanders down my calf and almost turns me insane while I smoothly enter her, making her gasp.

She breaks the kiss and her eyes widen when she feels me inside of her - the silver in her irises look molten, swirling with lust and need.

I feel her heat and her wetness and relish the thought that it‘s me that has her writhing and moaning and wanting more.

Her free hand is on my back, softly wandering over it and the lines of a life I‘m trying to forget. Trying to be just here with her.

I move my hips and start kissing her neck and her hand grabs my neck softly, starts caressing the back of my head and tangle in my curls. The soft touch almost makes my eyes roll back in my head while I trail kisses from her one ear to the other.

Then her hand curls at the back of my neck, just the right amount of painful to heighten my pleasure. She arches her neck for me in an invitation - an invitation I might not be able to resist.

I can feel her pulse quicken under my lips while I keep moving - our bodies connecting time and time again taking us both further and further up.

Her intoxicating smell surrounds me, her scent heightened by her rapid heartbeat and lust. It‘s beckoning to me like a siren song, bewitching me, urging me to give in.

But this other need is way more urgent to me. So I kiss her again, teeth only grazing her skin but not drawing any blood, my pace quickens and becomes more desperate.

I lower my body weight almost fully onto her, desperate to feel her soft curves against my body. Being fully skin to skin with her - nothing in between. And she arches her back, her body pressing into mine in an even more intense way.

I look at her face again and see soft pleading in her eyes - wanting me to gently push her over the edge and then jump head-first to join her.

And I am more than willing to be her servant in the cause. I push up again, the sudden loss of body contact making her whimper softly, and I move to let the hand that was holding hers sneak in between us to help her give her what she desires.

But to my surprise she grabs my hand and looks deeply into my eyes while she‘s positively shivering and shuddering with unfulfilled pleasures. „This is about you“, she whispers. Her face and hand nudging me to let go and fall back onto her.

And I hesitate - just a moment - not used to being the one whose needs have priority. But she keeps pushing me, her hand at the back of my head again, pulling me down to her again.

And so I give in fully - giving myself to what I desire most in this moment and to her. Bodies, minds and hearts fully tangled in each other. Quickening the pace yet more, feeling her heat, hearing her and mine ragged breaths.

And then I fall, once more, for her but also for my pleasure, throwing my head back, eyes rolling into the back of my skull, moaning her name while the height of lust pulsates through me.

When I come back down I know she‘s patiently waiting, not expecting anything in return. But I still want to give it to her. She deserves it, every minute piece of affection. She who helped me break my chains, she who offered me her heart and soul with no other motive behind it than wanting to be mine.

I slide from inside her and quickly move down, making her gasp once more in surprise. I press my mouth to her core and start to suck and work my tongue around her most sensitive part - tasting her and myself through it.

It doesn‘t take long. She‘s eager to join me in my fall. And I feel it when it hits her, waves crushing through her, making her moan and press her thighs together around my head while I won‘t let the tip of my tongue stop moving - directing her through her downfall.

And this is where I want to stay - in between her legs, her body wrapped around me, in between the last day and the next, in between the last challenge and the next mortal peril; knowing there‘s no in between between her heart and mine.

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Chapter warnings: explicit smut (I don't know how much detail I should go into without giving too much away, but let's call it porn with a sprinkling of plot), language

Chapter Fourteen

Pairing: Joel x F!Reader, pre-outbreak and post outbreak

AU (the only thing I kept was the outbreak, Joel, and Tommy's characters. Joel's backstory is different, and the way he finds Jackson is different. I may include Ellie one day, I just haven't planned that far)

Fic Summary: You worked for Joel and Tommy a few months before the outbreak. The outbreak happens, and you and Joel get stuck traveling the country and keeping each other safe. Neither of you spoke about the feelings you had for one another pre-outbreak, and in a post-apocalyptic world, it seems like survival should be your only focus. But feelings can't be ignored forever.

Fic tags: Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI), Smut, Language, Canon-Typical Violence, Alcohol Use, Age Difference (Reader is 10 years younger than Joel), slow burn, mutual pining, angst, trauma, SA referencing later but I will put a big warning on those chapters

The sun was bright as it beamed through the window, washing over your face and making you squint before you even opened your eyes. You groaned and rolled over, wondering how you had forgotten to close the curtains last night when you realized you weren't in bed, but on the couch in the living room. You cracked one eye open and looked around, spotting the wine glasses on the coffee table and the fire that had gone out long ago. Opening both eyes, you sat up and looked around the living room, then peered into the kitchen when you didn't see Joel. Looking down, you noticed he had covered you with a blanket at some point. You pushed it to the side and stood up to stretch, the side with your injury responding with a quick jolt, reminding you to take it easy.

You wandered into the kitchen looking for any sign of Joel. Anxiety set in as you wondered if he regretted last night, that maybe he was drunk, and you thought it meant more than it did. You paused at the bottom of the stairs when you heard water splashing from the bathroom off the master bedroom. He's probably just washing up.

You whipped your head around trying to remember where you put your backpacks yesterday, then spotted them in the den. You dug through your pack until you found a half-used tube of toothpaste. You squirted a glob onto your pointer finger and swished it around your teeth, cheeks and tongue as you walked to the kitchen to take a swig of water from your canteen and rinsed.

Trying to keep your nerves in check, you approached the stairs and slowly made your way up, listening as the sound of water stopped. You heard fabric rustling on the other side of the door when you entered the bedroom. The attempt at calming your nerves was a lost cause as you felt your heart hammering in your chest. You looked meekly around the bedroom, unsure what to do with yourself as he finished up. You wanted to sit on the bed, but you didn't want to look like you were just out there waiting for him to come fuck you. Finally, you decided to go into the closet where you kept some spare clothes so you could pretend to be busy folding them. You turned away from the bathroom and took one step in the direction of the closet when the door swung open.

He must have washed his hair because it was wet and slicked back. He had put a flannel on with his usual jeans, but he left the top two buttons undone on his shirt, giving you a peek at his tanned chest. Your mouth hung open as you took him in before finally meeting his heated stare.

"Hi," you murmured, the tension palpable. Joel took two long strides and grabbed your face in his hands, pulling you up to him as his lips found yours. He sighed against your mouth when he felt you return the kiss, massaging your lips on his, then granted you access when your teeth grazed his lower lip. He walked you backwards until you hit the wall of the bedroom, his tongue hungrily exploring your mouth, making you moan. He lowered his hands from your face to reach down and grip the backs of your thighs before yanking both your legs up to wrap around his waist, pinning you between him and the wall.

You squeaked in surprise and grabbed onto his broad shoulders to keep you balanced, your tongue swirling with his as one of his hands slid up your thigh to grab your ass, giving it a firm squeeze while his other hand braced himself on the wall behind you. He ground his hips into your aching core, making you break the kiss and cry out. Even through the thick fabric of your jeans, the contact sent a jolt from your cunt to your fingertips. You gasped as his mouth latched onto your neck, nipping up and down your throat followed by soft licks to soothe any pain he may have caused.

"Joel," you panted, raking your nails through his wet hair and gently over his scalp, making his eyes roll back in his head as he moaned against your neck. "Please," you begged, grinding your hips against his to try to find some relief. He removed his hand from the wall and lifted you up, turning you both around and walked the few steps to the bed, tossing you down to land on your back. He stood between your legs at the end of the bed, panting and staring down at you all sprawled out for him. You reached down to unbutton your jeans and shimmied out of them, tossing them on the floor. His gaze immediately locked onto your underwear, which were nothing special, just a pair of light blue cotton panties, but your arousal was evident by the darkness spreading at the center, making him groan loudly and palm his erection over his jeans.

You leaned back on your elbows with your knees bent and legs partially spread. His gaze flicked up from your pussy to look you in the eye. His lips were parted as his chest heaved, and his pupils were blown wide as he ran his eyes down your body again, drinking you in. Even with your shirt still on, you were beginning to feel self-conscious under his stare.

"Don't you want me?" you asked him sweetly, making him tear his eyes off your body and back onto your face. Lips still parted, he nodded eagerly, and palmed his cock again. He had yet to say a single word to you and you were growing impatient.

"Then tell me," you said, watching as he swallowed roughly, "tell me how badly you want me."

He growled as he leaned forward on the bed, placing his fists on either side of you to hold himself up, and gently pressed his lips against yours again, slowly applying more pressure to your mouth as he inched forward, pushing you to lay flat on your back as he brought his knees to rest between your legs. He released your lips and lifted his head up to look at you, taking one of his hands still fisted next to you on the bed to gently cup your face. His gaze was soft, and his eyes sparkled from the sun peeking through the curtains as he admired you. You sighed and closed your eyes, leaning into his touch.

"I've wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you," he croaked, his voice thick with emotion. You opened your eyes to meet his gaze as he continued, his thumb brushing against your cheek. "I wasted so much time, fought it for so long," he said, shaking his head, "I never thought I could feel this way again, then you showed up, talkin' back to me in that meeting in front of everyone."

He smiled at the memory, running his thumb over your soft lips.

"Couldn't get you out of my damn head, you know that?" He leaned down to give your lips a tender kiss as you whimpered at his sweet words. "Then the world went to hell, and there we were, protectin' each other, carin' for each other." You smiled up at him now, trying not to ruin the moment with tears. You placed your hand over the one he held on to your face, rubbing circles over his damaged knuckles.

"I don't think I can put into words how badly I want you, sweetheart," he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. "But I promise you, I ain't gonna waste another second spent with you ever again."

"Joel," you rasped, desperately trying to hold back your tears as he lifted his head up, and you looked back and forth between his eyes. You snaked your hand around to the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss you, pouring all your emotions into every bite on his lip and flick of your tongue. Joel ran his hand down your side to the bottom of your shirt, pushing it up as he slid his hand up your stomach and over your ribs until he reached your bra. He tucked his fingers underneath the fabric to palm your breast gently before expertly rolling your nipple between his fingers.

You cried out at the sensation and tipped your head backwards, arching your back and pushing yourself into his hand further. He leaned back on his knees to lift your shirt over your head, followed quickly by your bra. You laid underneath him, almost completely exposed, while he was still fully clothed. You whined and pulled at the waistband of his jeans, preventing him from staring at the pink scars along your ribs.

He slid off the bed to quickly shed his jeans and flannel, leaving him in just his boxers as he crawled back on top of you, pressing his warm skin against your own. The air was making the arousal soaking through your underwear feel cold against your skin, and you shuddered. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and placed gentle nips along your collarbone. He held himself above you on one forearm next to your head while his free hand went back to cup your other breast, pinching your nipple between his fingers. You were pinned underneath him, hardly able to move, but you ran your hands up his arms, feeling his muscles twitching under your touch. Your hands landed on his shoulders, and when he gave your nipple a particularly harsh pinch, you dug your fingers into his muscles, rolling your head to the side and let out a yelp.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart," he murmured against your throat. "Let me make it feel better."

He bent his head down to latch onto the sore spot, sucking your nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue over the tip. You moaned, threading your fingers through his drying curls. He released you from his mouth, hovering just over your breast, and gently blew across the wetness he left on your skin. The shock of going from warm to cold made your nipples harden even more, to the point where it was almost painful.

"Fuck, Joel, please," you begged him as he placed gentle kisses along your sternum. His eyes shot up to your face, taking pride in how unraveled you had become under him. Your cheeks were flushed, your lips swollen, and you were struggling to catch your breath. He hummed against your skin. He wanted to give you what you wanted, but he didn't want to rush, either.

"You're gonna have to give me a minute, sweetheart. I've been waitin' a long time for this." he said, sighing as his fingers danced around your ribs. He froze when he felt the shiny, uneven skin of your scars from when you were stabbed. Stabbed when you saved his life.

He lifted his head to get a better look at the injury, gently running his fingers along the edges, marveling at the way goosebumps raised immediately from your skin. He leaned down to press a soft kiss along each of the scars you carried, murmuring to himself after each one.

"What did you say?" you panted, struggling to focus on anything other than his touch.

He ran the tip of his nose over the scars before answering.

"I'm so proud of you, you're so brave and beautiful," he whispered. "I'd do anythin' to keep you safe."

You groaned, wondering if it was possible to have an orgasm from just words alone. You beamed from the praise and lifted your hips up to try to find friction, your cunt pulsing with need. Joel noticed the movement and glanced down between you, deciding to finally give in.

He rolled off you to lay on his side, then wrapped his fingers around the edges of your underwear, tugging them down to your ankles, where you kicked them off the rest of the way. He eagerly climbed back over you and nudged your knees open wider so he could kneel between them. He sat back on his heels and, using his thumbs, pulled open your folds. His jaw hung open, and with a long, drawn-out groan, dragged his eyes back up to yours.

"This all for me?" He drawled, his cock throbbing in his boxers. All you could do was nod, your chest heaving in anticipation. "You're soaked, fuckin' hell, you poor thing," he said, looking back down at your dripping cunt. "D'you want me to take care of you?" he asked lowly, his eyes a darker shade of brown you've never seen on him before. You nodded again, still gasping for air. He reached his bandaged hand up and lightly gripped the underside of your chin.

"Tell me," he growled your previous words back to you, as he struggled to restrain himself from just sliding inside you right away. He wanted to make it last, wanted to make you feel good. He wanted it to mean something.

"I need you," you gasped, your fingers gripping the sheets so tightly that your knuckles were turning white. "Please, baby, I'm gonna explode if - oh!" Your back arched off the mattress and your head tilted back, mouth agape when he finally slid a thick finger inside you.

"'Baby?'" Joel panted, "Oh, I like that."

You let out a filthy moan as he set a steady pace, plunging his finger in and out, his thumb brushing against your clit teasingly before he slid a second finger inside. You bent your knees as you rocked your hips along with his thrusts, his eyes never leaving your face as he watched you come undone. With his thumb, he pressed down on your clit, swirling it around slowly as he watched your pleasure building, your gasps for air became harsher, and your moans morphing into cries.

He leaned forward on his free hand, his fist pushing into the mattress next to you, as his other hand picked up the pace inside your cunt. His jaw was slack, and his eyes were glazed over as he watched your face contort in pleasure, your eyes squeezed shut, your lower lip trapped in your teeth, moaning his name. When he pressed onto your clit a little harder and began wiggling his thumb side to side, it set something off. You gripped his wrist that was next to you on the bed and your eyes snapped open, finally looking up at him.

"Joel," you panted, "J-Joel, I'm gonna, fuck, please," you begged, "please d-don't stop."

"You're doin' so good for me, sweetheart," he murmured, "I love watchin' you like this. I can't wait to feel this tight pussy around my cock, but I need you to come for me first," you felt the coil in your stomach about to snap and you did your best to keep your eyes open. When he said, "That's it, let go... come for me," your body stilled as you gasped, your vision went fuzzy and you covered your mouth with the back of your hand, biting down.

Joel removed his fingers and leaned down to plant a small kiss on your forehead, then your nose, and removed your hand so he could press his lips against yours before resting your foreheads together, waiting until you caught your breath and came back down to earth. You stared up at him lazily, trailing a finger over his shoulder and across his collarbone, noticing for the first time he was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. You looked back at his face as he smiled down at you, but you could see the restraint behind his eyes, desperately trying to give you time to recover, but he was struggling.

You reached down between you and slid your hand inside his boxers, brushing up against the tip of his cock. You made your way down to the base and wrapped him in your hand. He hissed and his eyes fluttered closed as you began to work him up and down, gathering his precum with each stroke.

"Do you like that?" you asked him quietly, twisting your wrist back and forth now as you pumped him up and down, his breath growing erratic and the arm that supported him began to shake.

"Yes," he rasped. His forehead rested on your shoulder so you could feel the tickle of his exhale on your neck. "But you gotta stop, or else this'll be over before it began."

You let out a low chuckle but did as you were told. Once you let him go, you hooked your fingers on the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down as far as you could reach. He lifted his forehead off your shoulder so he could fling them into the corner of the room, then settled back over you again, leaning down to give you a quick kiss as his knees nudged your inner thigh. You opened your legs up wider so he could settle his hips in between, his heavy cock pressed between you both, the length of him sliding between your folds as his hips gently rocked back and forth.

A deep groan rumbled in his chest as he felt your slick coating him. He was rubbing against your clit, and it was driving you crazy, already feeling the start of another orgasm building.

"Joel, please, I need you," you whispered against his mouth. He lifted his hips up and with his fist, lined himself up, the tip of his cock gently prodding at your entrance a few times before he pushed himself inside your aching heat.

"Oh, fuck," you moaned as he inched further inside you, stretching you out. He tried to go slow, but he couldn't hold back any longer. He buried himself inside you with one quick motion, making you both cry out. He gave you a minute to adjust before he leaned forward and rested his head back on your shoulder, rocking slowly into you as you raked your fingers through his hair.

"You're so warm, so beautiful," he murmured with his eyes closed. "You feel so good," his hand came down to squeeze the meaty part of your hip as he continued his steady pace. He didn't want to rush, he wanted to savor every moment with you. You bit your lip and lightly scratched your nails down his back, enjoying the feeling of him filling you up.

Joel lifted his head from your shoulder to press his lips against yours before peppering your jaw and sucking on the pulse point in your neck. You groaned as he lifted one of your knees up and pressed it against your chest, sliding out of you slowly before snapping his hips into yours, making you see stars. He created the perfect angle to hit your sweet spot when he brought your knee up, and it was dizzying.

He continued down your neck as his pace increased, leaving small bites along your collarbone. All you could hear was your skin slapping together and his quiet grunts that accompanied each thrust. You could feel your orgasm building in your lower abdomen, the familiar tension brewing as his pubic bone made direct contact with your clit each time he fucked into you.

"Joel," you whined, trying to warn him you were close.

"Keep takin' it," he grunted into your neck. "Just like that."

You squeezed your eyes shut trying to stave off your orgasm, but the noises he was making and the spot he was hitting inside was too much. You arched off the bed with a sob, digging your nails into his back. Your lips and fingers felt numb as your second orgasm washed over you, then finally you relaxed into the mattress. Joel sped up now, burying himself into you at a ruthless pace. He lifted his mouth from your neck and met your gaze.

"Tell me," he croaked again, his hair a mess and his face flush. "Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours, Joel," you whimpered. You were becoming sore and overstimulated as he pounded into you, but you kept talking. "I'm yours. I've been yours since we met," you continued as his thrusts became sloppy and his jaw clenched, focused on your words. "I wish you fucked me on the table in the conference room that night."

That sent him over the edge, pulling out at the last minute with a guttural moan and spurting hot ropes of cum all over your inner thighs.

Joel had to fight to keep himself from collapsing on top of you, instead rolling himself to the side at the last minute, gasping for air. He wrapped his arm around your waist and tugged you into him, planting small kisses on your temple and eyelids as you hummed, trying to collect yourself after two back-to-back orgasms. You finally opened your eyes and looked at him, his neck still splotched with red from the exertion and the sweat drying on his forehead. You couldn't help yourself. You reached your hand up to grasp the back of his head and brought him down for a burning kiss, running your tongue along his with a groan.

He sighed against your mouth before forcing himself to stand. He went to the bathroom to wet a rag and brought it back, gingerly cleaning up your thighs as you laid spread out before him. Your spent cunt was all he could focus on for a minute before he cleaned up the mess between your legs, taking a moment to admire his handiwork, then dropped the rag in the sink before sliding back beside you in bed.

"We should probably get up," you said to him, your eyes still closed. "You need to find a car battery."

"Batteries aren't goin' anywhere," he murmured, tightening his grip on your waist in case you were going to try to get up and start the day.

You laid there for a while, unsure if he had fallen asleep or not, but you felt so relaxed you weren't sure yourself if you were drifting in and out. You rubbed circles with your thumb along the back of his hand that clutched your waist and watched the sunlight dance along the walls of the bedroom. For the first time in a long time, you felt at peace.

"You’re right, that was worth the wait," you whispered. His face was buried in your hair, his breath tickling your neck, and his soft snores lulled you back to sleep.

Later that morning, Joel ventured out to the various garages in the neighborhood, trying to find a battery with enough juice to power the radio. You tried to busy yourself with unpacking and repacking your backpacks, making sure you were fully stocked with first aid, clothes, food, ammo, and rags - anything to keep your mind off the last 24 hours and how things have changed. But hard as you tried, your mind kept wandering to the feeling of Joel's hands and mouth all over you.

You heard a soft rumble of thunder in the distance. Looking out the window, you could see the sky was getting dark quickly. You glanced up and down the street to see if you could see Joel nearby but saw nothing.

You were in the small pantry, organizing the canned goods you collected and deciding which you would use for dinner tonight when Joel strolled through the front door, calling your name. You popped your head out from the pantry to grab his attention, noticing two car batteries in his arms. He put them both on the kitchen counter and turned to you, your hands each holding a canned vegetable.

“I think one of these might work,” he told you excitedly, "Got back just in time, it's about to pour." You tried to hide your disappointment. You knew that getting the radio to work was the beginning of the end to your blissful, domestic life at Hidden Springs. You gave him a pained smile and put the cans on the counter.

“That’s great,” you said, avoiding his gaze.  “Do you want corn or green beans tonight?”

Joel immediately picked up on your mood, taking a step forward and gently took hold of your chin in his hand.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his eyes searching yours for answers. You shook your head, still dodging his gaze, trying to release his grip, but it only made him grab you tighter.

“I don’t want this to end,” you finally admitted, looking into his eyes for the first time. “I’m not ready to leave.”

His eyes softened as he looked at you, stroking his thumb along your jaw before pulling you forward to place his lips over yours for the first time since you left the bedroom. You moaned, wrapping your arm around the back of his neck to pull him closer and deepening the kiss. His tongue flicked against your lips, and you opened your mouth, allowing him to explore deeper. The desire damn near suffocated you as you ran your hand down his chest to his waistband, pulling him forward and groaning at the feeling of his stiffening cock against your hip. His hands ran down the length of you before settling on the back of your thighs and lifted you up to sit on the kitchen island. Joel broke the kiss and took half a step back to admire you, raking his eyes up and down your body.

“I had a fantasy like this, once,” he admitted, rubbing his hands along your thighs.

“Yeah?” you whined, chasing his mouth as he hovered over your own but stayed just out of reach. “Tell me.” He groaned at the now familiar command, gripping your hips tightly.

“I wanted to fuck you on my kitchen island,” he confessed, staring you dead in the eye as he watched for your reaction. “I wanted to sink my fingers inside you and watch you come, then I wanted to stuff you full of my cock and make you scream.” A rumble of thunder sounded closer now, the skies looking like they were about to open up.

Your head dropped to the side and your eyes rolled to the back of your head at his words, panting for breath now as you reached out to grab his shoulder and pull him closer to you. Your lips latched onto his feverishly, and slipping down from the counter, unbuttoned your jeans before breaking the kiss and turning around, pressing your ass against his hips. You looked back at him innocently over your shoulder.

“Show me," you told him, as the rain began to fall quietly outside.

That was all the permission he needed to unzip your pants and yank them down along with your underwear, tapping your ankle with his own to make you spread your legs as far as you could with your legs still caged by your jeans. You obliged, jutting your hips out to him, anxiously waiting for his touch. He ran his hands down your ass slowly before giving one cheek a firm smack, prompting a small cry from you. He wasted no time before he took two fingers to explore along your slit, feeling the wetness collecting there as you moaned and tilted your head back.

“Are you always this ready, sweetheart?” he mumbled in your ear, slipping one finger inside you as you gasped and shook your head.

“No,” you replied, rolling your head to the side, “only for you.”

He groaned at your words, pushing a second finger inside you, making you wail as he thrusted them in and out, his breath ragged matching your moans. He pumped his fingers inside of you from behind, your hips matching his pace as you tried to chase your high, his other hand digging mercilessly into your hip.

“Joel,” you whined, your eyes squeezed shut as you felt the pressure build. “I’m gonna come, baby, please!”

“Then do it,” he snarled in your ear, a flash of lightning reflected on the windows. His hand released your hip and went down to hastily undo his belt. “Come all over my fingers, then I’m gonna make you scream my name with my cock.” He pressed a finger on your aching clit two, three times before you came, gasping and throwing your head back.

He didn't waste any time, quickly removing his fingers from your cunt and pressing the tip of his cock against your opening, giving you only a few seconds to realize what was happening before he pushed inside you with a deep groan. This time, he hardly gave you any time to adjust as he snapped his hips against your ass over and over, making you cry out and bite down on your lip, gripping the edges of the counter. He leaned forward and sunk his teeth into your clothed shoulder as you bucked against him, your hips desperately trying to match his rhythm. The rain beat steadily on the windows now as you could feel beads of sweat beginning to form at the sides of your head, gasping for air at the intense pace Joel set. You turned your head as far as you could to look back over your shoulder at him, his jaw slack as he stared down where he pummeled into you, your ass rippling with each thrust.

"Was it like this?" you asked, panting for breath. He finally looked up and saw you watching him, a smile spreading across your face.

"No," he grunted, fucking into you faster, making you squeeze the edges of the counter even harder. "This is so much fuckin' better."

You groaned and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your pussy squeezed around him, and he could tell you were about to come.

"That's it," he panted, pulling you up from the counter so your back was flush against his chest, the new angle sending you over the edge. "Let go. Let me feel it. I can't get enough."

As promised, you screamed out his name at the same time thunder roared outside. You felt a jolt go through your whole body as you came, your slick coating his cock, gazing helplessly at the ceiling as he rammed into you, chasing his own release.

"That's my girl," he gasped in your ear, his arm wrapped around your chest so you could barely move. "Fuck, you feel so good, like you were made for me-" He grunted and then quickly pulled out, making you whine at the sudden loss, but then you felt the warmth of his release coating your ass and dripping down the backs of your thighs.

You slumped forward over the island to catch your breath, and Joel followed suit, resting the side of his face between your shoulder blades as his hands slid down your arms down to find your own hands, splayed flat on the countertop, intertwining your fingers together. Your eyes fluttered closed, relishing the intimacy before he inevitably pulled away to clean you both up. After tucking himself back into his jeans, he kneeled on the floor to loop his fingers around the sides of your panties, still wrapped around your ankles, and pulled them up, peppering the backs of your legs with kisses along the way.

He began to pull on your jeans, but halfway up you reached down to take them from him, wiggling your hips as the denim slid around your waist. You turned around to face him, buttoning them back up before planting a bruising kiss on his lips. He groaned against your mouth, his hand coming up to cup your face before pulling back, resting your foreheads together.

"You're gonna wear me out, sweetheart," he murmured as his thumb stroked your jaw. You sighed, leaning into his touch and gazed up at him through your eyelashes.

"I can't help it, I just keep thinking about all the times we could have been doing this," you whispered, your hand coming up to cover his own. "You could have been bending me over the desk in your office a year ago, instead of a kitchen counter in the middle of nowhere."

He inhaled sharply at the visual of fucking you in his office, his hand covering your mouth as he railed into you.

"Filthy girl," he muttered, pressing his lips firmly against yours before adding, "I thought about doin' that constantly, drove me insane." He could feel the blood rushing to his cock again, wondering how it was possible to want somebody this badly.

You hummed as you ran your hands up and down his torso, reaching up to finally plant a kiss on that heart shaped patch of skin in his beard, his hand dropping from your face to grip your upper arm, and another roll of thunder echoed through the house.

"Here are those reports you asked for, Mr. Miller," you whispered, leaving a trail of kisses down his neck, the low groan in his throat vibrating against your lips. You were already soaking through your underwear again, sighing as you turned your head to press small kisses on the other side of his neck. "Is there anything else I can do for you today?"

"Yeah," he growled, his grip on your arm tightening. "Get on your fuckin' knees and suck me off while I hop on this conference call."

He felt the smile tug across your lips against his throat, reaching down to palm his impossibly hard cock over his jeans.

"Whatever you need, sir," you murmured. You pulled away and sunk to your knees on the floor, placing your hand over his belt when you froze. You thought you heard a shout outside, but it was hard to tell through the thunderstorm. You frowned, looking up at Joel to see if he heard it too, but he was already looking through the kitchen and past the living room out the front window, his eyes widening, then ducked down behind the kitchen island where you were already squatting.

"Shit," he whispered, peering one eye around the corner of the island to look out the window. He saw at least four men carrying rifles and shotguns, shouting to each other over the rain, kicking the door in across the street and waving their arms, motioning for two more men to follow, as they ran inside the empty house to get out of the storm.

"How many?" You whispered, even though you knew they couldn't possibly hear you.

"Six, maybe more," he said through clenched teeth. Once he was sure they were all inside the house, he turned back to you. "We gotta be quick. Grab our packs and coats, I'll go get our weapons and we gotta sneak out the back," he told you, jutting his chin towards the mud room door off the kitchen. "Once this storm lets up, they'll come back out." He saw the look in your eye, and he put a stop to it before you could even say anything.

"There's too many, we can't take 'em sweetheart, I'm sorry." He knew you didn't want to leave, but you both knew this day would come sooner or later. "Now, c'mon, go get our stuff, stay as low as you can so they don't see you in the windows."

You turned away from him and army crawled along the kitchen floor into the den, slowly pulling each of your backpacks towards you, staying below the windows in the room that faced the street. You slung yours over your back and hooked his around your wrist as you turned back, still flat on the floor, and pulled yourself back into the kitchen, shoving his pack near the back door and shrugging yours off to leave next to his. You noticed the door leading to the garage was cracked, and you heard Joel rummaging in the garage for your weapons. Lucky for him, there were no windows to avoid in there.

You continued to crawl towards the living room where you saw your coats draped over the arm of the couch, pulling them down slowly, thankful the rain was coming down so hard now that it was making it difficult to see outside.

By the time you made it back into the kitchen, he was already waiting behind the island with your weapons in hand. You tossed him his jacket and shimmied yours on, zipping it up before pulling your pack back on, now sitting behind the island with him.

"I just repacked these this morning while you were out," you whispered as he pulled his backpack on. "Whatever we're missing, we can get along the way." He nodded, handing you your bow and handgun, while he shouldered his rifle and slipped his revolver into the back of his jeans.

"You ready?" He asked, meeting your gaze. You nodded, trying to hold back your emotions, knowing it was stupid to get attached to a house. He reached his hand out to cup your jaw, knowing what you were thinking without having to say it. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours quickly, then dropped his hand to crouch along the kitchen floor, motioning for you to follow him through the mud room and out the back.

Under the cover of the sheets of rain and neighboring houses, you followed Joel through the backyard and towards the woods surrounding your little sanctuary, throwing one last look over your shoulder, committing the image of the white house with blue shutters to your memory before turning back and facing the dense forest ahead.

Chapter Fifteen

Tag list: @chiogarza, @sparklejumpropequeen-777, @shotgun-shelby

[nevertheless-moving]

stormlight au number 35 (help me i'm lost in the sauce)

Jasnah, Dalinar, and Renarin (surviving Kholin Radiants) travel from End of World all the way to right after Gavilar's death.

Vengeance pact still happens, but plays out very differently. We don't need absolutely every man in the kingdom to join the army, alright Elhokar? And we're making sure Dalinar is there to accept their surrender, actually win in reasonable time frame and 'conquer' them (no Alethi want to live out there anyway, and as long as they send gemhearts in tribute we won't enslave them. actually elhokar, your sister wanted to talk to you about slavery—).

Honestly, just an excuse for:

A) Adolin to have a breakdown that his entire family has been replaced by voidbringers, before eventually accepting with relief that they're still his family, they've just become voidbringers, but its ok because he loves them and will protect their increasingly heretical actions with his life. Hugs his glowing red and green eyed little brother a lot.

Adolin: do I — should I also learn to read?

Jasnah: do you want to?

Adolin: not really, no.

Renarin: to be honest, it's probably for the best if you just focus on being, well, a good Vorin Alethi. One of us probably should be, if we don't have a desolation as a distraction.

Adolin: ok! sure! I can do that. Also thought id mention that if possible, I would personally appreciate *not* having a desolation.

Jasnah: it may prove necessary.

Adolin: I know, i know. Just thought I'd put my feelings out there.

Dalinar: and we'll need you to produce Kholin heirs. Neither Renarin or Jasnah are likely to, and I'm not remarrying a younger woman.

Adolin: Sounds good!

B) Kholin family to have way too strong a reaction to this random darkeyed surgeon in training when they visit Kharbranth, scaring the absolute shit out of said darkeyed surgeon. Adolin walks into a wall when he sees Kaladin. He doesn't even know about the Radiant thing, it's just that

C) Kaladin dresses really hot in this au. Ok. I lied. this is actually the main reason for this au. It — there's a whole chain of events. I – don't look at me like that. The character development works, alright?

A lot of it boils down to distracting people from groping the female medical trainees.

He realizes that breathing in a certain way, while it makes you focus better and move faster, it also makes you more...present somehow? people pay attention to you, for better or worse. Some of the ladies teach him that there are different ways to channel people's focus on you, if they're looking anyway.

And apparently, for the first few years Kharbranth medical students, light and dark eyed alike, have basically no protections from wealthy patients or Lighteyed chief's of staff who are a bit too interested in teaching you to use your safehand, and its not like Kaladin can challenge them to a duel - he doesnt know how to fight, and it would get him and the person hes trying to protect kicked out of the program. So much for honorable lighteyes being real.

But I mean. If wearing some eyeliner, and a gemstone in your hair, if taking your right glove off first after an exam, conspicuously leaving the left on while talking, if bending over to pick his clipboard up in a certain way... if it gets people to not focus on his friends...

...one could probably get pretty angsty with this concept, ngl.

The Stormlight understanding and oaths come in time. There might also be some Radiant Disguise Superhero hijinks, havent fully decided but it's not really a major stretch from canon to say that Kharbranth struggles with violent crime. Also Kaladin gets to learn about institutional racism in school. It's great. I have a lot of Kaladin thoughts but so does everyone in this au so its ok.

Kholins visit Kharbranth:

Jasnah: you've been moping for days. Is your new fixation of the week not responding to your advances?

Adolin: I don't want to talk about it

Dalinar: son, you've clearly been in a mood—

Adolin: look, I'm not — the individual is not suitable for my station, alright? I'm not courting someone I could never actually marry, because that would be stupid.

Jasnah: while it would complicate matters, you know your brother and I have plans to alter the alethi codes around eye color, considering they're clearly a crude derivative of radiant mythologization

Dalinar: I thought we agreed that was low on the priority list

Jasnah: You said that uncle, Renarin most certainly did not agree, and his arguments are sound

Adolin: He's just some surgeon, alright! He's not just darkeyed, he's a darkeyed man. I said I'll get over it! I always do.

Dalinar: ah.

Jasnah: ...did you say surgeon?

Adolin: Yes? Why?

Dalinar: why does it —

Jasnah: how did you meet?

Adolin: He was — he was with this group of women at a winebar, and he was dressed like – but it turned out he just goes to protect them from - and it was so — why are you asking me about this?

Dalinar: Oh! A darkeyed surgeon. Protecting, you say? He sounds...honorable.

Jasnah: Very honorable.

Adolin: He is! He volunteers at this house for injured soldiers, and you wouldn't believe he'd never been to war, I mean his spear Katas — he's – it's like he was born for it —

Dalinar: He sounds like a fine young man. Perhaps you should bring him to meet us.

Adolin: I — while I appreciate that father, I really do, I thought I was the one who was supposed to well. I mean my role in...all of this is to produce heirs and look proper, right?

Jasnah: Hm. when you put it it that way...

Dalinar: I mean, Navani and I might be able to...

Jasnah: Don't be ridiculous. I'm perfectly capable of producing a child, should it prove absolutely necessary,

Adolin: Jasnah?

Jasnah: Provided the man you're courting is of worthy quality.

Adolin: We're not — I haven't been courting! I didn't think it was an option! I don't even know if he's interested! From what I can tell he has people throwing themselves at his feet all the time!

Jasnah: An abnormally honorable darkeyed surgeon, natural warrior, magnetically charismatic personality...yes that might make a worthwhile addition to the family.

Dalinar: I can write to Elhokar at once, recommend that he and Aseuden —

Jasnah: Uncle we've been over this — this is exactly the sort of thing that led to me insisting you come with me on this trip! If we cripple his ability to lead—

Adolin: Are we — are we moving into the discussing the future part of the evening, because I can go guard the door—

Dalinar: wait, when you say produce a child, you don't mean through soulcasting, right?

Jasnah: I don't see why I should answer that question.

Adolin: Yeah, i'm just going to go guard the door now

[hyuuukais]

.・゜-: ✧ :- FICTIONAL REALITY .・゜-: ✧ :-

pairing • bang chan x fem reader

synopsis • fiction or reality? y/n preferred the former, escaping into another world, escaping her problems. so what happens when reality takes that away from her; wiping her own story-in-progress off both her laptop and beloved usb? and what happens when she opens the door in the middle of a crisis to none other then the love interest of her novel... and he's holding her usb?

warnings • general, brief mention of "expecting", car crash, minor character death(s), blood

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CHAPTER NINETEEN • BEGIN AGAIN (2.4k)

A knock at your front door wakes you, unaware you even dozed off in the first place. Stretching, you get up slowly and the knocks increase as you get closer, more aggressive than the last. You're hesitant to open the door, a weird feeling washing over you as your fingers brush the doorknob. Opening it, there's an elderly lady waiting on the other side. You take a quick glance down the hall behind her; was she really the one knocking like that?

"Honey?" Someone calls out from your kitchen. "Who's at the door?"

His voice gets closer, a hand wrapping around your waist. "Um, who are you?"

"You'll remember soon," the woman waves you off, entering your house without permission. "Nice place you've got here. Ever think of relocating?"

"No, why?" Then it clicks. "Oh! You must be that real estate agent I've been hearing about around the neighbourhood. Look, I appreciate the visit, but I'm not looking to move."

"Sure, you could call me that," she pauses at the window, back turned to you. "You're a lovely couple. Are you expecting?"

"W-what?" Your boyfriend sputters beside you, hand gripping your waist tighter. "What gave you that impression?"

"Nothing, I just wondered. I take it that's a no?" She turns around to face you and you shake your head.

"I had a daughter," she starts, a sad smile on her face. "Lovely girl, fell for a bright boy in college and had a beautiful baby boy a few years later. When he wasn't quite ten, they were in an accident." She takes a seat on your sofa, hands clasped on her lap. "Only the boy survived, seemingly unharmed. Do you know why?"

You close the door, eyebrows furrowed. "Why are you telling us this? Who are you really?"

"He had a gift, but you already knew that." A high-pitched squeal comes from the kitchen; the kettle.

"I'll get it," your boyfriend kisses your temple before departing.

"Thanks, Chan," you whisper, watching him walk away. Looking back at the woman, you approach slowly, stopping at the edge of the sofa. "How would I know that when I don't know your grandson?"

"But you did, you did. I wasn't made to raise him, and you tried to save him from the life he lived." She closes her eyes, reminiscing you suspect. "That gift killed him, I always knew it would. Just like it will me one day."

Right as Chan comes back with two steaming mugs, the room starts to fade away from you into white. Panic seizes your lungs, watching in horror as Chan melts away. You turn your attention back to the old lady, eyes wide, her own closed in concentration. When she opens them, the room has completely dissolved into a circular room with a singular mirror in the middle. Something feels oddly familiar.

"Look into the mirror," she orders and although you want to disobey, argue why, why is she doing this, you feel a pull and your feet move on their own. "Tell me what you see."

There's nothing at first, but the longer you stare, the more the background changes around you. Suddenly you're looking through someone else's eyes in the passenger's seat of a car, laughing and humming along to a song playing softly on the radio. You look back, a small child in the back middle seat playing on a game console. He looks up at you, smiling wide and exclaiming he beat his level.

"I see a boy," you don't know how you're still able to talk to the woman. "Your grandson?"

"Keep watching, keep describing."

As you twist back in your seat, rain starts dropping onto the windshield and soon enough, large sheets of rain are pouring down hard. Anxiety gnaws at your throat, but you trust the man beside you to get you through the storm. You look over at him, his eyes concentrated on the road ahead. He drives slowly, not risking anything above the speed limit in weather like this. Glancing into the mirror above, you see the little boy frown at his game, putting it down on the seat next to him.

"There's something wrong," he says, making eye contact with you in the mirror.

"What do you mean, my little fox?" You ask, twisting back around. "What's wrong?"

"I don't think we should be here."

"Don't you want to visit grandma?" Your eyebrows furrow. "She really misses you, you know. I'm sure you'll feel better when-"

Crash, and glass is flying into your face, tangling in your hair as a large vehicle smashes into the side of the car. Dizzy, you feel dizzy as the car rolls over, stopping with a jolt on the side of the road upside down. It takes you a moment to adjust, vision blurring, and a warm feeling traveling up your side. You cough, it's hard to breathe and you can hear yourself wheezing. Next to you, the man hangs motionless, arms outstretched to the ceiling and you can see something red dripping down his fingers. With shaky fingers, you reach out and move his arm, choking back a sob when you see the state he's in. You already know he's gone, getting the brunt of the impact.

"Jeongin?" You call out, scared there will be no response. You can't turn around, a pain in your neck causing you to cry out when you try. "Jeongin, honey?"

"Mom?" His voice is quiet. "What happened? Is dad okay?"

You can hear the panic in his voice and everything in you calms, needing to focus on getting him safe. "Dad is fine, just a little shaken up, okay? Listen, can you get out of your seat?" A bit of shuffling around and a thump answers your question. "You're out?"

"Yeah."

"Is the window blocked?"

"No, but I think it's broken."

"Good," you sigh in relief. "Really good, actually. Can you climb out? See if there's anyone around, any houses, and ask them to call for help?"

"...are you not coming with me?" His voice is small, scared.

"I'll be there as soon as I can my little fox, but I need you to be brave for me right now. Can you do that?" You hold back another cough as he agrees, and you can barely see him climb out of the window in the rearview mirror.

The car fades away and you're back in that room. "Why did you show me that?"

"Because it was your grandmother he asked for help." She places a hand on your shoulder and you come back to reality, feeling wet, hot tears on your cheeks. "Ever since then, weird things would happen in town, miracles and tragedies alike. It's why when you moved in, your book came to life. Living outside of town gave it a while to kick in, but the universe could tell you needed some help moving on and becoming yourself again."

"My book?" You look at her, and when your eyes connect it all comes back. The story, the USB, Chan showing up at your doorstep, the café, nights with him, Minho, the bookstore, everything. Another sob tries to escape your body with the sudden wave of emotion, holding a hand to your chest as you collapse on the floor.

"Look into the mirror again." You do, and this time you can see yourself staring at the blank document that used to be your novel, devastation written all over your face, and you know what to do. Ghostly hands hover over a frozen keyboard, typing out the words you know will get your curiosity going; call him. As your hands pull back, you watch yourself come back to life, pulling out your phone and seeing the number already saved.

The scene changes and there's an envelope in your hands, reaching through the mirror and knocking on the door that's appeared. Dropping the letter on the ground, you pull back and see a man open it and almost close it again in frustration, almost. He spots the letter on the ground, and you know what's been set in motion.

Next, you see yourself in Chan's apartment standing by Minho, watching as Jeongin dashes across the street. You know exactly what you need to say, what will keep your determination to figure this shit out. Taking a chance, you whisper taunts into your own ear and see how your body tenses. And as you turn, you come back to the white room. The scenery changes again and you see two men in the same room you're in now, standing in front of the mirror you're watching them through. Again, the words come to you like a higher power working through you.

"What are you doing here, little fox?" The words leave your mouth before you can think, and they keep going until you pull back control. You see Jeongin on his knees, face drenched in tears and you take the script into your own hands, needing to comfort him after what you've seen, what you now know. "Forgive him, little fox."

You can feel the power working through you as you guide yourself and the others through the mess the universe has created for you, impossible to succeed without a little help. Then you're in your apartment, the man of your dreams by your side, but it's all still so wrong. You play back the wedding, watching yourself from above as you slip the silver band onto your own finger as Chan holds you.

"Why does this feel..." You can't find the right word; incomplete? Dissatisfying? Selfish?

"Because," she cups your cheek with a smooth hand, turning your head. A younger face looks back at you, long orange locks falling down perfectly, a lavender dress hanging off her body. "You didn't accept the fact that you deserve better, that you deserve love, only falsely convinced yourself you did. But you don't feel it, do you?"

Her hand travels down to your chest, palm above where your heart beats intensely.

"No," you admit. "I don't know how."

"I think you do, deep down." Yeji stands, offering you a hand. "Come on, I need to show you something else."

You grab her hand and she leads you to the wall, the faintest dip revealing a hidden door. She leads you down a hallway that matches the white room and realize she's the only person you've seen here in clothing other than the white uniform everyone else has worn. You wonder if that means anything, but are distracted when you notice the framed images painting the walls like a gallery. Taking a longer look at one, you see yourself at a young age sitting at a round table, a large cake with ten candles lit in front of you. A large smile takes up most of your face, eager to make a wish.

The next photo you stop at, you're slightly older. There's a girl by your side as you sit under a tree, her head resting on your shoulder. You remember this day, when you found out Yeji and Hyunjin were moving to a city two hours away, and decided to spend the last days of your freshman year of high school together, absolutely attached at the hip. The job offer her mother took ended up falling through and they stayed; you were closer than ever before, eternally grateful for her.

Your fingers brush each frame you pass, lingering on the different memories portrayed. They're all happy, you notice, until the last where you see Chan waving goodbye as he walks down the front steps of the house you inherited from your grandmother. You wouldn't say this was happy, confusion the overwhelming emotion at the time, and you wonder why it's there at the very end of the hall.

"Do you want to do this the right way?" Yeji grasps your left hand gently, another hand holding your other and you look over to see another familiar face.

"Do you want to do this your way?" Hyunjin asks.

"Y/n." You look over your shoulder. Minho stands a few feet away dressed in those same white clothes, a small smile on his face. "Ready to choose your own destiny?"

Looking back at the photo of Chan, you nod. "I'm so fucking ready."

"There's my girl," Minho laughs, hands coming up to massage your shoulders. "Get your man."

-

Snow covers the ground and you shiver as thick flakes hit your cheeks, but you feel warm all over. Inside this small coffee shop is a man you created, a man who loves you, a man who doesn't know you exist anymore. This hidden gem sleeps a few blocks away from your new apartment, with regulars coming and going during the lunch rush. You'll be a new face, just another customer to him. Doubt seeps through your skin as you walk in, the bell jingling to announce your presence.

He looks up, eyes catching yours briefly before he continues making a drink for the tall man at the counter. They chat and they laugh and you find yourself jealous.

"Next!" A blonde girl calls from behind the register and you already know her name.

"Can I get today's special tea?" Your eyes spot the food special and your stomach growls. "Oh! And the tiramisu?" She tells you your total and you pay with cash; she tells you where to wait. "Thanks Lily!"

She's not wearing a name badge, but you don't wait to see her reaction when she realizes. Instead, you grab a napkin and take the pen out of your coat pocket, hands refusing to cooperate from the cold as you write down one simple sentence. It's shaky, but you know he'll understand.

"Tea and tiramisu?" Chan calls out and you all but skip to the counter, giving him a smile as you accept the to-go bag. You lock eyes only for a moment, but there's a spark and you hope he feels it too as you slip the napkin back across.

As you walk away back through the door, he looks down to see the discarded napkin, about to crumple it and toss it before he notices writing on it. Taking a closer look, he reads; CALL ME! XXX-XXX-XXXX. -Y/N.

"Lily?" Chan pockets the message. "I'm going to take my break now, call me if it's urgent."

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notes • next chapter is the last! it's almost more of an epilogue too. how do we feel about y/n starting new? i think she deserves it more than anything.

taglist • @yongbbokkie @chaeryred @tenebrisirae @toplinelix @chansdoll @amaranth-writing @3rachachoo @linosjureumi @thebrownemo @tfshouldidohere @channie-143 @frogieeheart @kangaracharacha @skzswife @hopefulrascalstatesmantoad @palindrome969 @laylasbunbunny @bloomingstay

TAGLIST CLOSED ^^^blue means i can't tag you

[genshin-scenarios]

Reunion: Encounters [Part 2]

Read the first series (Adopt a Wanderer) here! An AU where Scaramouche/Wanderer gets isekaied to your world - a found-family series.

Summary: You find yourself in a not-so-familiar place. (Things will pick up more in the next few parts!)

Warnings: contains spoilers of Wanderer's story in the archon quest!

Part 1 <-

-> Part 3

On a morning where the weather is kind and you had a good rest the night before - you get up, prepare for the day, and step outside to be greeted by the picturesque Avidya Forest.

It's a sight you’re slowly getting used to, after a few weeks of being here. To think you'd ever find yourself inside the world of a game. As ludicrous as it sounds, you'd tried multiple times to wake yourself out of this very realistic 'dream', until you had no choice but to conclude that the rumble in your stomach and exhaustion from running around was very much real.

Before that, you had woken up at the feet of a statue of the seven in Sumeru. Bewildered and anxious, you were understandably worried about your survival in a place where manipulating the elements was real, as well as the presence of other dangerous foes.

…But all things considered, you’d been lucky enough to find an abandoned hideout in the forest; a humble home carved into the body of a tree. It had a door, windows, a makeshift desk with sitting areas, and a ladder that led up to a small sleeping abode upstairs. It was likely built for a researcher of some sort, but as far as you could tell this place hadn't been occupied for quite some time.

Eventually, an Aranara appeared on the ground floor, searching for a flower it left behind. It'd jumped in surprise when it realized you could see it, but after getting over its initial shock, the kind creature showed you around the forest in exchange for helping it collect some fruits.

Up till now you’ve figured out where the nearest shops and people were, but had always subconsciously avoided going to the main city.

After all, many of the Traveler’s quests were prompted there. You didn't want to imagine getting caught up in the Akasha Terminal fiasco. And…

After arriving in Teyvat and coping with your initial confusion, you’d started to have dreams about your life back home. And within them was an extra figure in your life: one who had disappeared from your memories ever since he'd returned to Teyvat, leaving you to continue your days without a clue of what you’d lost.

Was it grief that you felt, on mornings where faint images of your days with Kuni lingered on your mind? Or was it anxiety? For the worst thing that could happen was if you searched for him, only to find out he held no recollection of you.

...It wasn't impossible, seeing as the science of whatever allowed either of you to leave or enter Teyvat was random and unreliable at best.

You could always just leave for another nation, but something at the back of your mind would always keep you in Sumeru, mulling over the possibility that if Kuni did recognise you, perhaps you’d find some direction on what to do next.

…That is, if he remembered you. And even with that - if he’d even care about someone from his far-flung past, who’s nothing more than a background character to his copious hardships and centuries of living.

You knew you’d be devastated if Kuni didn’t know who you were at all, but it wouldn’t be a stretch to say your spirit would be crushed if he did and simply wanted nothing to do with you. Would you rather he call you delusional, a lunatic, or way in over your head? All options were enough to keep you procrastinating on the matter, staying within the bubble of the Avidya Forest and contemplating how to stretch out the mora you'd gotten from pawning off the items in your bag.

But as fortune would have it, the more you wanted to avoid such matters, the quicker they seemed to come toward you. While you were buying items from a merchant in Gandharva Ville in the afternoon, a familiar shade of blue passed by your view.

You didn't think much of it, until said silhouette decided to make his presence known. A small hello escaped his lips, shortly followed by a yelp from you as you flinched away in recognition of his voice.

“...Oh, sorry about that! I didn’t mean to startle you.” The figure dips his head in apology, azure hat gleaming in the afternoon light. “My footsteps tend to be quiet… Is everything alright? You look a little pale.”

“Yes, of course…!” You felt like your brain was short circuiting. Oh my god, what do I do? “I was just so distracted. It's like you appeared out of nowhere!”

Trying to take your items and leave, you pay the merchant and pick up your bag in a hurry, only for a sunsettia to fall out from your haphazard actions.

It plonks against the ground, making you wince. You crouch down to retrieve it - only for the familiar face to reach it first, offering it back to you with a worried look. Your hands are shaking, aren't they? This feels unreal. Why is he here?

“Forgive me if this sounds rude, but… It looks like you might need a little help carrying all of that.” He gestures at the second bag the merchant is preparing for you, with other ingredients you’d forgotten you’d ordered. “If you don’t mind, I can help?”

“I, um.” You falter, feeling the most head-empty in a while. You grasp for a reason to deny him. “I don’t have any way to repay you.”

A small smile graces the Wanderer's expression; the sight causes your heart to twinge. “I wasn’t expecting anything in return. I’m simply a vagrant from Inazuma. I’ve gotten used to helping others during my travels.”

The information falls into your mind like puzzle blocks, your buzzing thoughts slowing as you came to a realization; you'd heard about the Akasha Terminals being discontinued from gossiping merchants and forest watchers, so this meant that Scaramouche had already…

“...I’d forgotten to introduce myself.” You bow your head slightly, arms holding the bag in your arms against your chest as if to help compose yourself. Is this how the Traveler felt when they saw him during the interlude? His personality is... “My name is Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Musing at your formality, he mirrors your action after retrieving your second bag from the merchant. Another curve of his lips, with the softness of one who has not yet experienced the pain of his past reincarnations.

“It’s nice to meet your acquaintance." Pale indigo eyes meet yours from under the shade of his hat. "You can call me Wanderer.”

-> Part 3

[peachesofteal]

Sour

Same pairing as Cupcakes. Fifth installment of the Sweet series. This fic has mature themes that include death.

Joel Miller/female reader 1.8k words - AO3 Warnings/tags: 18+ Minors DNI, character death, blood, violence, tenderness, mentions of sex, Joel bathes you, he sings to you, hurt no comfort, angst. No HEA. please read with caution. Joel never told you.

The little house is cold. The fire in the hearth has long gone out, and the kitchen table sits alone with its two rickety chairs, pack of cards left next to a half-empty bottle of liquor. The wood creaks and groans under his feet, but it’s the only sound left here, besides the occasional whistle from the howling wind. There’s no sound of your voice echoing from the kitchen as you tell the kid the plot of Shrek for the hundredth time, no sound of glassware clinking together when you refill his whiskey, and then yours. No sound of you slapping the table with your palm in glee or anger, depending on if you were winning or losing the hand. No scrape of your knife against stone, the telltale sound of you sharpening the blade in the early morning before a run, no echo of your laughter or your slightly off-key singing voice.

There’s nothing.

“I’m not sure it’s a good idea.” You sigh before shaking your flashlight, shining it onto the floor and clicking it on and off a few times. Once you’re satisfied, you fasten it to the shoulder strap before setting the backpack down.  

“He has to learn some time; he lives in this world. Besides, it’s just a half day, and he really wants to go. He won’t stop asking me.” 

“I know but, maybe you should wait, until I can go. He’s just… a handful sometimes.” He chose the word handful, instead of pain in the ass, because that would have earned him a glare, and he really wants to kiss you before you leave for the day. 

“I can’t. I have to make this run or I won’t be able to complete the trade, and John is waiting on my end.” Your hands slide around his neck, fingers kneading into the knot at the top of his spine. “We’ll be fine, Joel. I wouldn’t be taking him if it wasn’t the most routine route out there. Plus, I survived a long time before you came along, ya know.” You tease, before stepping onto your toes and planting a kiss on the corner of his mouth. When he leans into it, you open for him, your lips sticky and sweet, and he loses himself in the feeling of your body pressed to his. “Don’t forget,” you whisper when you pull away. “you owe me a game tonight.”

Your room is barren, even though you left it nearly the same. Your sheets stretch perfectly across the bed, pillows stacked neatly side by side. There’s still a small collection of your clothes folded in the closet, and the old paperback you’ve been reading sits abandoned on the floor. His fingers trace over the worn edge of your favorite blanket, the one you used to ferry back and forth between his place and yours, and the gun he always forced you to carry sits on the crate that you used for a nightstand, polished, and unloaded. If he focuses, he can still smell you, the light scent of your bar soap living in the linens, in the walls. When he sits on the mattress, he can still feel the weight of your body on the other side, the warmth of your skin, can still hear the soft lilt of your voice in the dark when you whisper.

It’s almost like if he sat here long enough, you’d come through the front door, boots scuffing along the floorboards, calling his name.

“They’re a little late.” John says and Joel nods. He’s not worried, he has no doubt that the kid has slowed you down, either with his non-stop questions or his turtle-like, six-year-old pace. He waits on the steps of his place, casual conversation flowing between the two of them before John nods towards a small figure, walking in the distance. 

When you turn the corner, he sits up, eyes fixed on your every step. You’re holding the kid and he scoffs. No wonder you’re so late, you’re carrying a sleeping six-year-old and a backpack full of scrap. You stumble a little bit, and he notices how stiff your back is. How slow your steps are. The kid’s neck is limp, tipped backwards like he’s looking at the sky. 

Then he sees the blood. On your hands. On your coat, your face. 

“Oh shit.” John says, but it barely registers before he’s running towards you, his heart beating wildly, the icy grip of panic rapidly spreading through his veins. When he gets closer, he yells your name, voice hoarse and frantic, but you don’t respond. Your feet are heavy, face vacant, eyes glazed over, and his hands tremble, a fissure of fear cracking wide in his chest.

“Sweetheart?” He reaches for you, but you shake your head. The kid is pressed to your body, bloody arms wrapped around his back. Red drips from the hem of your jacket. 

“Joel.” It’s a broken whisper. A full hymn of grief, in one syllable. “I made a mistake.” The words are hollow. You’re looking at him now, but not truly seeing him. “Joel. I…” Your hands are holding the kid together, he realizes, and he gently tries to pull Grey away. You step backwards, voice pitched in hysteria, eyes wide. “No, no, no. I can’t, I have to-“ 

“Give him to me, baby. I got him.” There are tears on your cheeks, wet tracks that slide down towards your neck, where he can see the beat of your pulse beneath your jaw, it’s pace erratic and desperate. When he finally pries the kid out of your arms, you frantically try to wipe the blood from your clothes, but the red has already turned brown on your barn coat, and there won’t be any washing it out now.

Sometimes, when he wakes in the middle of the night, he reaches for you before he realizes you’re not there, rolling over to pull your body into his, to press his lips along your jaw until you’re twitching awake, sleepy smile scrawled across your face. He wants to trace his fingers across your ribs and up, over the hardened peak of your nipple to ghost his thumb along your scar before putting it between your lips. He wants to feel the wet heat of your mouth enveloping him whole as he works his other hand down to where you’re wet for him. Sometimes, if he closes his eyes, he can still hear you moaning his name, he can still feel heat of your body, can still remember how it felt to be inside you.

It's all a dream, or a nightmare. His bed is empty, and you’re not there.

You don’t say a word when Joel brings you to Sophia’s place. He gives her a quiet thank you as she locks the door on her way out, leaving the two of you alone in the only house with a tub. 

You shiver in his hold as he strips your clothes off, tossing your crusted shirt and pants out of sight, dried flakes of blood floating to the floor. His mind is screaming, it all feels too close, too familiar, too much, but he forces it away, shoves it down so he can take care of you. 

Your body is stiff as he lowers you into the bath, your spine like a metal rod in his hand, but you let him lean you back, and he submerges you in as much water as possible, desperate to clean the stain of blood from your skin. He washes you with a bar of soap, the one he brought from your place in hopes it would bring you back to yourself, making sure to get the spots of red and brown out from your scalp, and as much of it from underneath your fingernails as he could manage. You sit quietly the whole time, body growing limp in his hold, until you turn your face up to his, eyes heavy and sad. 

When you speak, the words are ragged. Your voice is not your own. 

“I killed him.” 

“No, baby.” Your throat bobs. 

“I took him with me. Even after you told me not to.” He lets out a sharp exhale. “They were tearing him apart, Joel and I- I couldn’t save him.” you break into a sob, and he holds you closer and closer until he’s in the tub with you, water soaking through his jeans, your body trembling in his arms. 

That night, you lay in bed and cling to him, fingers pressed to his flesh in a punishing grip, like you’re afraid to let go. Your eyes stay wide open, burning a hole into nothing, until you’re whispering to him that your mind is too loud, and you think you should be dead. 

He doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know what to say, so he pulls you into his chest, lips above your ear, and sings until you fall into an uneasy sleep.

He doesn’t watch the road for you, anymore. Doesn’t slip into your bed in the middle of the night, and his arms don’t find you and hold you tight. He doesn’t get to sit at the kitchen table with you and play cards or pass a bottle of whiskey back and forth. He can’t hear your laugh, or your moans, or the excited pitch of your voice when you find something good in an already picked over warehouse. He wonders, if there will be a time when he forgets what your smile looked like, or how your voice sounded whenever you said his name.

He wonders if he should have told you. If he should have held your face in between his hands and given you those three words, that meant so much and so little in a world like this. He wonders if you knew anyway.

It’s not your fault, everyone tried to tell you. You did everything right, they said. You’d nod robotically, staring off at something he couldn’t see.  

He tries to keep the guilt from consuming you whole, but it rots you from the inside out, and it steals his breath to watch you drown, even while he’s holding your head above water.

No one else but him could see the path that you were walking, the direction your mind was taking you. He knew it all too well.

Now, he doesn’t even know where you are. The Marshall girl’s mom says you went to Chicago. John thinks you went west, back to Idaho, or further. Sophia swears on her life that you went to Boston. None of it matters, you’re gone, and this world is unkind, particularly cruel to those who dared to love others, vindictive in it's attempt to break even the sweetest souls, always ending with the sour. 

He doesn’t think he’ll ever see you again.

Still, he keeps the pack of cards in his bag, just in case.

[givethemsmut]

Dom Mysterio x Reader

Smut

Friends to Lovers

Flash backs coming up!

I don’t own WWE characters, it’s all for fun

Not edited (once I upload everything from my phone I’ll do a read through 🙌🏻)

Chapter Four | Where it all started…

I didn’t question how Dom got from the airport to the house we grew up in when I ordered my own Uber. In the car I texted Angie, his mom, letting her know he knew. I also told her about Raw and the disaster it was. 

Dom knew and was making everyone pay for it.

Me: I’m gonna stop by for some clothes but then I’ll grab a hotel room.

Angie: No, you aren’t. You’re coming home for the holidays. Dom can be pissed, we did what we had to. He’s only upset because he’s in love with you.

Me: It’s just like Rey said, you don’t find forever at Seventeen. 

Angie: And what if you did?

I didn’t respond to her last text when I focused on the sun peeking out. Pulling into the driveway I contemplated how I felt for Dom. He was easily the best person I knew but I couldn’t get past not being good enough for him. He deserved so much better than me.

He didn’t even know why his family took me in. Only his parents knew and they promised to keep it secret. 

Ringing the bell, Angie pulled me into her arms and squeezed me like she missed me. Hugging her back I let myself feel loved the way they tried for years. 

“Go get some sleep. It’s early. Your room is untouched.”

Taking her advice I crawled into my old bed in nothing more than panties begging Dom would pity me enough to simply ignore me if he picked up round two in my room.

Once I woke up I dragged myself to my feet, padding my way to the shared bathroom from our youth. Still yawning and stretching I didn’t realize the shower was on until I heard Dom moan. 

It was an unmistakable sound that had lived rent free in my head long after our first time. It was the perfect amount of breathy and demanding that instantly had me wet. “Fuck, I’m so hard.”

I stopped in my tracks when I realized he wasn’t alone. His iPhone was propped up on the shower shelf and the way he was breathing I could tell his hand was touching himself. My breath hitched in my throat when I slowly backed out of the bathroom.

Standing in the doorway I listened to Dom keep moaning while his hand choked himself. “Show me how wet you are,” he barely said above a whisper and I felt my knees weakened. I wanted nothing more than to open the shower door and slip inside with him but he needed to hate me to move on. We couldn’t keep falling into bed and get over each other too.

Tempted I touched my own panties, savagely teased by the outline of his toned muscles.

I rummaged through my clothes for a hoodie and some sweats. I needed space, I needed my world to stop revolving around him for a few seconds. So I did what anyone else would do, actually go home. My real home.

I lived on the same street as Dominik, only my father was ruthless and my mother was submissive unlike his parents. Maybe enough time passed where we could make up, start over, forgive each other.

I couldn’t have been more wrong.

At first it was going well until I voiced my endless debt for Dom’s family taking me in. That led to another fight and that fight ended the same way with my father’s fist colliding with my face. 

It wasn’t exactly like the first time.

Rey knew we were friends and saw my bruises. He asked Dominik to have me over for dinner and when they could get me alone they asked me for the truth. No questions later I was living with him and sharing a bathroom with Dom.

Nursing my bloody nose and already swelling eye I waited until it was late enough to sneak in without being seen by anyone. Especially Dominik. 

Collecting my things in my duffle bag, whatever I left behind thinking this was home and left what used to be my room barren I tiptoed into the bathroom to clean out my medicine cabinet. Swallowing some Advil with my handful of faucet water I choked them back. 

The door creaked open and Dom leaned against the door frame in the dark. There was no way he could see me, not in the pitch black.

Keeping my head down I ignored him, filling my makeup bag with anything I didn’t want to leave behind. 

“It doesn’t feel good hurting you.”

“It’s fine, Dom. I deserve it.”

Sighing, he stepped closer, running his hands through his hair. “I have been in love with you since I met you. When you asked me to take your virginity, all I wanted was for you to give me a chance.”

“Your dad said it best: no one finds forever at that age. I was living with your family, I owe them everything for taking me in. I had no one else, Dom. You have no idea what it was like at home. I couldn’t betray them by loving their son. I couldn’t be the person you fell for just to disappoint everyone when I didn’t live up to the demand.”

Coming even closer, I could tell he was trying not to reach out and touch me. “My family loves you. You are family.”

“Exactly. I couldn’t lose them,” I clapped back when I turned around without thinking.

Dom’s hands cupped my face, holding me in his hands and demanding to know what happened. “Who did this? What the fuck happened?”

He wasn’t going to let it go or be okay with a lie. “I thought I could finally go home. Guess daddy dearest wasn’t ready to forgive me.”

Dominik stormed out of the bathroom, chasing after him. I grabbed my hoodie and ran after him begging him to stop. His fists were clenched and when he slammed on his parent’s door I wanted to disappear. “You fucking knew and didn’t tell me? That’s why you took her in? Because her dad was beating her?” Rey was in his boxer briefs half asleep with the door cracked enough to hear his son’s rant. “Why didn’t you fucking do something? You’re a fucking fighter.”

“Dom. Dominik. Go cool off, we’ll talk tomorrow.”

Pushing the door open on his dad it felt like the live event all over again. “Just like her getting pregnant? You kept vital information from me.”

“Son. Don’t do this. She’s been through enough.”

“And I was kept in the dark. I told you not to fuck with my family. She’s my family, not anyone else, her. Why is he still breathing? Why isn’t he in jail?”

Rey dropped his head trying to stay silent. “She asked me not to. That’s why. She had been abused her whole life and didn’t want to be the girl who survived, she wanted to live.”

“How the fuck could we live on the same street as him. You just took her in, no questions asked and expected me not to love her? You knew how much I fell for her. You fucking walked in on losing our virginities. How the fuck could you not tell me she got pregnant.” Pushing his dad with so much force I gasped before stepping closer.

Interrupting, I touched Dom’s chest pleading. “Dom please. Please, come to bed. I’ll explain. Just leave your parents out of it.”

His head jerked in my direction, seething with anger. “Come to bed? And what, pretend it’s okay for one night? Every time I fuck your it ruins me.” Squinting down at me he forced my face in his dad’s direction. “She tried to go home because she thought she had to choose between family and me. You guys let her go home to get beat. You could have stopped him a long time ago.”

“Dominik, what did you want us to do?”

“What I’m gonna do.” Dominik already had skinny jeans and a graphic tee on when he jogged down the stairs and made his way to my childhood home. 

Running after him in a long hoodie and panties I pulled on him so hard he had no choice but to stop. “Don’t do this. Getting arrested isn’t worth it. Losing your career isn’t worth it. I don’t regret him hitting me. It brought me here. I’m begging you, Dom.”

Towering over me his lips moved dangerously close to mine. “You know what I want. Are you agreeing?”

Shaking my head yes I let the tears fall. “Just come to bed.” Walking by his parents I apologized, keeping my face down and repenting for the trouble.

“Mija, don’t be sorry. You’re family.” Rey squeezed my arm. 

Pushing Dom into my room, closing the door and locking it I pulled the hoodie off. Dom’s body barely moved, hovering next to mine. “We don’t have to do this right now. You got me back inside.”

“There’s rules…” I slipped out of my panties before standing up straight against the door completely naked.

Looking down at my naked body his tongue swiped his lips. His hands grasped my hips, “okay. Rules. Tell me the rules.” 

Dragging his hands up my body to my breasts I gasped. “Dom.”

“Baby the rules. Need the rules,” his chest was pounding and his voice was breathy. 

His fingers pinched my nipples playfully, “You have to call and text everyday.” I bit down a moan trying to stay strong, “No other girls. And we have to take it slow.”

“I want to come inside you… What do the rules say about that?” his voice trailed off when I pulled the shirt over his head and he kissed my mouth so gently it felt unreal.

Slipping his tongue inside my mouth I undid his jeans and prayed for him to take them off quickly before I changed my mind. I was nervous when our hands laced together, both naked in the middle of my room, butterflies filling my stomach the same way when he first fucked me.

“Dom, wait, wait.” my body was being pulled into his hips trying to clash while his mouth kissed my neck. I was so wet that I wasn’t even sure it would feel good when I made my last confession. “No one’s been inside me since you. All the guys and dates, it was just so you could hate me.”

“It was only me? This is my pussy? Say it, Mami.” 

Shaking my head yes Dominik lifted me up into his arms, walking over to the bed and ending up on top of me. “No one but you.”

“Fuck baby. I’m so fucking hard right now.” The second his palms held my thighs up I felt him slip inside me. Every inch rubbed up against every nerve, forcing my hips to grind against him and my whimpers to be uncontrollable. 

“Dom,” I whimpered when he went too deep, hitting parts of me that screamed. 

Lowering down over me, pinning my legs at his hips, and covering my neck in lazy kisses. “Relax, mi amor, I know how to make you feel good.”

Dominik wasn’t lying. Every slip up we had ended in earth shattering orgasms and the lingering desire for more. When he touches me everything writers for him even more.

“I’m scared of messing it up,” I whispered into his chest as his thrusts picked up speed. 

His hands smoothed down my face and body weight sat on his elbows. “You can’t mess it up when we haven’t even tried.” Moaning into my mouth our tongues swiped at each other. “Let me take care of you. Let me love you.”

“Dominik, Dom. I’m close,” I whimpered into his mouth when his out of breath chest heaved against mine.

“Don’t come yet baby. Me vuelves loca, mi amore.” The way he spoke Spanish made my pussy only get tighter as he thrusted his way inside me over and over. Every inch of him was covered in my arousal by the time I felt my body tensed. “I’m gonna come, Mami.”

He didn’t have to tell me, I could feel the way he pulsed and jerked inside me. Our bodies drove each other crazy and the way we came shook through us.

Dom was off for two weeks for the holidays which was unheard of. Ever since he skyrocketed to the main roster of WWE Dom was never home.

Waking up cuddled up into Dom’s arm was surreal. It felt like a dream but it had been true. Turning into me his lips found mine before he even opened his eyes. “Do you regret it yet?”

His body was pressed again mine, every inch of him stiffening up. “Do you hear that?” Pausing we both listened when it became clear as day. It was his mom and dad having sex. We broke out into a fit of laughter trying to unheard  our own payback.

“Let’s show them how it’s done, baby.” Helping me into his lap I straddled him as he sat up against the headboard. “Come here,” he whispered before our tongues wrestled in between our mouths.

Pushing my hips up I felt Dom’s knuckles graze my puffy pussy as he guided himself inside me. I held my breath with every inch I sat down on until I exhaled a quiet moan. “That’s it baby girl. Goddamn, that feels good.”

Slowly rocking my hips and crushing my clit against his body I started to shake all over. My legs vibrated and my heart was racing as Dominik’s hands cupped my ass, picking up my pace.

“I want as much of you as I can before I have to leave for Raw.”

His confession felt like a brick dropping through my stomach. He was leaving and I wouldn’t be with him. Even if we got pregnant in some dangerous game of fixing the problems we had I would be pregnant and alone all over again.

His mouth found my neck, my chest, and sucked my hard nipples into his mouth. His tongue bullied my nippled in his mouth and I gasped trying not to come right then and there. 

“Do you know how many times I touched myself to this? How many times have I came all over toys just imagining riding you?” I couldn’t believe it was happening. “Dom. I’m close.”

His hips started to push back and his hands only grabbed onto my hips tighter. “Fuck, mi amore. I’m gonna come inside you.”

Leaning into him, my nipples scrapping his chest and my mouth colliding with his neck I whispered, “I want you to, please, come inside me.”

His face turned into mine as my hips bucked into his lap and all of his inside of me felt hard enough to get hurt on. “Oh my god. It’s so hard,” I purred into him.

“Mi amore, me estoy corriendo,” his breathy voice only made me wetter as his grip held me in place from rolling my hips anymore. Trying to grind myself over our matching orgasms his grip got tighter. “Don’t move baby, don’t move.” He groaned out against my shoulder, wrapping his arms around my waist and moaning out loud. 

“Dom. Dominik.” Trying to catch my breath I shook on top of Dom when he relaxed back into the headboard. 

Pushing me down next to him he got between my wet legs, both of our orgasms coating my pussy. “I wanna taste you, hermosa. I wanna know what you taste like after I make you come.”

Dom’s tongue licked my pussy and I writhed against the bed. I gasped and moaned without realizing I might have been too loud. “Dom, oh my god, Dom I can’t.”

The way Dominik licked every sensitive part of me without trying had my body shaking. I felt like I couldn’t breath and my legs were going to fall off. “Can’t what baby? Come in my mouth for me?”

My back arched and my head tossing back as his tongue slipped inside me. My entire body was shaking when my knees automatically closed around his head as it rolled up me. 

Landing next to me he pulled me into him as I barely recovered. “I love the way you taste. I love everything about you. I actually have a confession too…” I clamped my eyes closed only for a second hoping it wasn’t Rhea related. “I knew you wouldn’t let it happen again so I set up cameras in our condo that night. I have the video of us fucking. That’s what gets me through being without you, on the road, everything.”

“Dom!” I playfully hit his shoulder. “I want to see!” 

“I had someone edit for me so it’s not so bad when the cameras switch between each other. Reaching for the night stand he realized his phone was still in his room when he poured out of bed. Pushing his pants on he went through the shared bathroom before coming back. 

Handing me his phone I started getting nervous. “I’m gonna shower, hermosa. You watch.” Rolling onto my stomach and pushing into my elbows I placed the phone against a pillow and pressed play.

[loslentesdepedrito]

4K

Top right gif by: @palioom, bottom left gif by: @pedrorascal

The picture above is not an indication of the reader’s appearance. I just thought it perfectly illustrated a position they perform.

Pairing: Javier Peña x Spanish-speaking f!reader AND Tim Rockford x Spanish-speaking f!reader (Spanish translations are provided. The only characteristics described for the reader are her shorter height compared to Javi and Tim, with Tim being 6'3", and her hair that can be pulled.)

Word count: 12.7k+

Summary: When you discover your boyfriend has been cheating on you, your first instinct is to call your best friends and co-workers, Javi and Tim. They rush to your house to offer their support. As you talk through your feelings and emotions, you eventually propose the idea of a threesome to them, and you tell them you want to record everything. (Inspired by ‘4k’ by El Alfa)

Rating: 18+ Explicit content (MDNI)

Warnings: Cheating (from unnamed character), SMUT: MMF threesome (no mlm), alcohol is consumed before sex, filming sexual acts, revenge sex I guess?, use of the word cunt referring to anatomy, oral (female and male receiving), deepthroating, hand job, dirty talk, unprotected PIV sex, use of a plug, anal play, anal sex, Javi and Tim get a little competitive, cream pies, Tim’s glasses, and shoulder holster stay ON (Please let me know if I forgot anything!)

The cozy living room bathed in the soft, comforting glow of natural light filtering through billowing white and blue curtains. Nestled upon the plush expanse of your pristine sofa, you clutched a half-empty wine glass with your freshly painted nails, a shade similar to the inside of a cherry. Your eyes occasionally wandered to the promise of a future celebration: a chilled bottle of Moët champagne perched on the minibar just behind you.

As your fingers delicately unlocked your phone, the gentle chime of a notification filled the air, and you released a heavy sigh, brushing the message aside without a second thought. It was yet another text from your soon-to-be-ex, an unwelcome reminder of the painful betrayal that had shaken your world. Anger now surged within you, overpowering the initial heartbreak.

You decided to text your two closest friends, Javi and Tim, on your group chat, feeling an overwhelming need for support:

'Come over, please.'

Once you saw their immediate reply, you were able to relax.

'Do you need anything?'

'Voy (going)'

You sent a thumbs-up emoji to Javi and then replied to Tim, 'Nothing from the store, Tim. Just the both of you.' 

As you waited for their arrival, time seemed to stretch endlessly. The only sounds breaking the silence in the room were the gentle ticking of the wall clock and the faint clinking of your wine glass as you took a few slow sips. 

The future conversation weighed on your mind as you considered how to confront your boyfriend about his infidelity. It was the moment you had dreaded since finding out, but it had finally arrived. You were determined in your decision—to end the relationship and cut ties with him forever—but the words and the anticipation of his reaction were giving you doubts.

Yet, even as anxiety gnawed at your thoughts, there was a parallel feeling of relief. You knew that, with Tim and Javi by your side, you had a support system. They would not only offer advice but also a sense of security. You knew that if anything were to go wrong, they would be there to protect you, both emotionally and, if need be, physically.

Soon, the sound of cars pulling into your driveway filtered through the curtains, and you knew the guys had arrived. A mixture of nervousness and excitement coursed through your veins as you made your way to the door. 

Tim rang the doorbell politely while Javi pounded on the door impatiently. You swung the door open, revealing your tear-stained face, and their expressions shifted from curiosity to concern.

Javier cut right to the chase. "Why were you crying?" he asked, his eyes narrowing in on you as he stepped inside.

You hesitated for a fleeting moment, then replied, "Oh, it's nothing. Come in," urging them to enter before gently closing the door after Tim.

The three of you stood in the entryway, an unspoken tension lingering in the air. Their concerned gazes remained locked onto you as if trying to read your soul.

"What do you mean, 'it's nothing'? You were clearly crying," Tim pushed his glasses up, his voice filled with worry.

"I'm fine," you downplayed, turning around and walking away, attempting to deflect their concern. "Do you want some Moët?" You gestured toward the ice-filled bucket on the meticulously arranged mini bar.

"What are we celebrating?" Javi asked, following you into the living room.

"I'm breaking up with him," you declared, your back still turned to them.

"Finally!" Javier exclaimed, his relief evident in his tone.

Tim elbowed him somewhat gently. "Don't you have manners?" he scolded Javi.

You turned around to face them, your eyes revealing the truth. "Is that why I've been crying?" Tim asked softly, his concern etched across his features.

With a nod, you confirmed, "I found out he's been cheating on me. But my doctor called me today to say all my tests came back clean, so yay."

Javi, realizing the gravity of the situation, took a step closer to you, his earlier exuberance now replaced by understanding. "I'm so sorry you had to go through all of this." He said, his tone sincere.

Tim nodded in agreement. "We're here for you," he reassured you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

His touch sent a shiver down your spine, igniting something deep within you that you had long suppressed. Unbidden, a rush of attraction surged through your veins, and you couldn't help but feel intensely drawn to him. As his fingertips continued to rub small, soothing circles against your skin, a wave of desire coursed through you, starting as a tingling warmth at the point of contact and gradually spreading like wildfire. Your heart quickened its pace, and you felt a growing heat pooling in your abdomen.

Stop! you scolded yourself internally, your inner voice trying to quell the sudden surge of desire. He just touched your shoulder. Calm down.

Clearing your throat, you gently release yourself from Tim's touch and move to sit on the couch, whispering, "Thank you," your voice still trembling with emotion. “Sorry. It's just- it's embarrassing to be cheated on. I should've known. I’m a detective, for God’s sake," you admitted with a touch of self-blame.

Tim and Javi followed you to the couch, sandwiching you between them. 

Tim's tone carried an edge of frustration as he interrupted firmly, "You’re a detective, not a goddamn fortune teller."

"No tiene por que darte vergüenza. It's that asshole's fault. Not yours. He should be ashamed. Not you," Javier declared, his anger aimed squarely at your unfaithful boyfriend for causing you such pain and self-doubt.

You let out a deep breath, feeling a weight lift from your shoulders. "You're both right." You lightened the heavy atmosphere with a dry chuckle. "At least he didn't give me an STD. That's the last thing I need."

"That's what we're drinking to. No STDs and no more deadweight," you declared, starting to rise from the sofa when Tim's commanding tone stopped you. "Sit. I'll open the champagne," he insisted, while Javi remained steadfastly by your side on the couch.

You tried, though mostly failed, to ignore the way Tim's tone made your stomach churn. You settled back into your seat, semi-aware that your expression might have appeared somewhat befuddled at that moment.

Tim walked over to the mini bar, taking your wine glass, and you could hear the crinkling sound as he carefully removed the foil wrapper and wire cage.

Javi's voice broke through your fantasy, pulling you back to the present. "How are you breaking up with him?"

Then, the room was filled with the distinct, satisfying sound of the champagne cork being expertly popped open by Tim. The soft, rhythmic clinking of glass followed as he poured the effervescent liquid into the flutes.

"That's what I was hoping you two would help me with," you admitted, your gaze shifting between Tim and Javi. 

Tim comes back, and with his massive hands, he manages to bring three glasses. Your mind goes back to picturing sinful images, and you mutter out a quiet thanks before bringing the flute to your lips trying to drown the alcohol and your feelings. 

Unbeknownst to you, Javi and Tim’s attention lingered on your plump lips as they caressed the rim of the glass. 

You sipped the bubbly liquid and said, "I want it to be clear but not hurtful. I don't want to stoop to his level.”

Tim leaned forward, "What if you send him a text?" he suggested. "That way you can be direct and done with him pretty quick."

Javi wanted to oppose this idea. He leaned in as well, his voice filled with righteous indignation. "Or," he interjected, "you could make that cheating douchebag boyfriend of yours eat his heart out."

Tim objected with a shake of his head. "No," he said firmly, "let's not give him the satisfaction of knowing he got to you. A simple, straightforward text will suffice."

You chewed on your lips, deep in thought. After a moment, you looked up and spoke, "You know what," you said while rubbing your thighs, "Tim's right. I just want to be done with him already."

"It's the sensible choice," Tim said with a reassuring smile.

Javi was like a devil on your shoulder, his voice dripping with righteous indignation. "Are you sure about this, cariño?" he questioned, clearly still convinced that your cheating boyfriend deserved to feel the full weight of his actions.

"I am. It’ll be quick and easy," you replied firmly as you grabbed your phone. "What do I say?" 

​​"Start with something like, 'We need to talk.'"

You nodded, appreciating Tim's calm and practical approach. Your fingers danced across the screen as you followed his lead. "Okay," you replied, "I've written that. What's next?"

“I know about your infidelity,” Javi proposed.

You didn't hesitate to incorporate his words into the message. "Done," you declared.

As you waited for Tim's next suggestion, Javi couldn't resist chiming in. "Tell him it's over because you deserve better," he urged. "Make him realize what he's lost, and let him feel it."

You considered his input and began incorporating it into the message. "All right," you said, "I've added that part. ¿Y ahora? (Now?)"

“'I don’t tolerate cheating, and I can't continue this relationship. It's over.’” Tim suggested and you typed. The room fell into an uneasy silence as you continued to type, longer and more furiously than before.

Javi and Tim exchanged a confused glance, their concern growing with each passing second, wondering why you were taking so long to send the message.

“How does this sound, 'We need to talk. I know about your infidelity. It’s over because I deserve better. I deserve someone who will be faithful and will respect me. I don’t tolerate cheating, and I can't continue this relationship. It's over. Do me a favor, and never contact me again.'”

They started nodding in agreement before you continued with an emotional outburst, “Malparido, I gave you my heart, and you stomped all over it. Te odio y espero que te vayas al infierno y que te pudras por mentiroso y traicionero, maldito animal rastrero. ("Bastard, I gave you my heart, and you stomped all over it. I hate you and I hope you go to hell and rot for being a liar and a traitor, you fucking creeping animal.)”

They were a bit shocked at the intensity of your words, and although Tim wasn't fluent in Spanish, judging by the words he did understand and your tone, he knew you had torn into your boyfriend. 

Javier couldn't contain his laughter, and it echoed through the living room. After catching his breath, he said, “Okay, now you're just writing the entirety of 'Rata de Dos Patas.' But honestly, he deserves worse.”

You sighed in frustration. "Ugh! This isn't working," you admitted. "I don't think a text will be enough to keep him away. ¡'Tá bien hueco para comprender que nunca lo quiero ver! (He’s so dumb to comprehend I’d never want to see him again!)"

"Alright, I'm going to throw this out there," Tim proposed, "what if you call him and then dump him? He doesn't deserve a face-to-face anyway."

"No! You're thinking inside the box, Rockford," Javi interjected. "She needs to make him regret betraying her."

Curious and open to ideas, you turned to Javi. "Like what?" you asked, wondering what he had in mind.

Javi paused, deep in thought. "Mmm… I don't know," he admitted.

"¡Ay! ¿Entonces? (Ugh! So?)" 

"Ya, (Enough)" he calmed you down. "I just need some more alcohol, and then I will design you a step-by-step plan."

Tim rose from his seat, his towering figure casting a protective shadow over the room. "I'll get the bottle," he offered. 

Javi nodded in agreement, his mind already racing with ideas to help you exact the perfect revenge on your unfaithful ex-boyfriend. "And I'll get my thinking cap on," he added with a mischievous glint in his eye.

As soon as the words left Javier’s mouth, Tim returned with the bottle of champagne. He poured more bubbly into your glasses, and you all raised a toast.

"To new beginnings and leaving the past behind," Tim said, clinking his glass against yours and Javi's.

“That y que se chingue su puta madre ese pendejo,” Javi said, taking a hearty sip of champagne.

“Uh… ditto to what you said,” Tim replied a bit unsure, causing you to chuckle.

You offered a translation, "He said, 'And may that dumbass screw his fucking mother.' Uh… it makes more sense in Spanish. Haven't you been around us long enough to catch onto what we say?"

“I ignore him,” Tim pointed at Javi, “most of the time if I’m being honest,” he admitted with a grin.

Your laughter filled the room, and it was contagious, with even Javi unable to resist joining in. As your laughter rang out, both Javi and Tim couldn't help but feel their pulses quicken. It wasn't the champagne that was making their hearts race; it was the deep feelings they held for you that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. 

Among the shared laughter, your mind wandered involuntarily to your ex and the painful memories he had left behind. Anger and resentment welled up within you, reigniting your determination to make him get a taste of his own medicine.

"Remember what I said about not stooping to his level? Fuck that. I want him to hurt just like I did," you declared, your tone determined.

"That's my girl!" Javi exclaimed happily, his words bringing a warm rush to your chest.

Tim, sitting beside you, crossed his arms on the sofa, his curiosity evident in his low, measured tone. "What are you thinking of?" he asked.

Javier responds for you, “Nothing illegal, ‘cus, duh!” He referred to all of you working for law enforcement.

“What if you go on a date with someone and upload the picture to Facebook?” Tim proposed.

You took a big sip of your drink, contemplating the suggestion.

“It’s 2020, old man. Not many people use Facebook now.” Javi teased. 

“¡Ey, dejá de hablarle así! (Hey, stop talking to him like that!)” You said, smacking Javier’s arm lightly, a small scowl on your face as you defended Tim.

“But, you know what? I think that’ll work,” you said, a sly grin spreading across your face. “Fuckin' asshole was projecting. It’s sick that he thought I was cheating on him with you guys,” you added, laughing as the Moët began to affect you ever so slightly.

“Why would he think that?” Tim asked, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“Um,” you hesitated for a moment, then leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a whisper. “He got it out of me that I found both of you attractive.”

Javier's eyes widened with realization, and a cocky grin crept onto his face. "Ah, I knew it."

You felt your cheeks heat up and stammered, "You knew?" Mortification washed over you at the thought.

"I'd be a horrible cop to not notice your stares," Javi explained with a teasing glint in his eye, trying to ease your embarrassment.

While Javi was well aware of your unspoken attraction, Tim remained oblivious to your feelings. It wasn't because Tim was a bad detective; quite the opposite, he was an excellent one. He had occasionally caught your eyes lingering on him, on his shoulders, on his hands, even on his mouth. However, he had convinced himself that you saw him only as a friend and colleague, never imagining that you might reciprocate the feelings he had for you.

Tim felt like a schoolboy, and despite his attempts to prevent it, a flush of red crept up his cheeks.

You didn’t notice, but Javi did. He started brainstorming. 

"You want revenge?" Javier asked, implying he had an idea in mind.

You said yes.

"What if you use us?" Javier's husky voice suggested, his dark eyes smoldering with desire as he gazed at you, a hint of a seductive smile playing on his lips.

You nodded, your desire for revenge on your ex simmering beneath the surface, but what you truly craved at that moment was the touch of Javi and Tim, the electrifying connection that had been building for far too long.

Tim, his usual composed demeanor slipping away, gently placed his champagne glass on the coffee table. His strong, calloused hand cupped your chin, tilting your face upwards with a tenderness that spoke volumes. As he leaned in, your heart raced in anticipation. Leaning closer, he brushed his lips against yours in a kiss that was both tender and electric. Your heart danced a frenetic waltz in your chest, and you felt the fiery spark of longing ignite within you. The kiss deepened, and you couldn't help but respond with hunger you hadn't realized you'd been holding back. A moan escaped your lips as you deepened the kiss. Tim seemed surprised by your sudden change of demeanor. He pulled back from you after only a few moments, leaving the two of you panting. His face flushed pink as he stared down at you, his dark black eyes wide with shock.

Before he could utter a word, Javier interrupted as he leaned over your shoulder and put his lips right next to your ear. "Are you sure?" he whispered in your ear, his breath hot on your skin. You shivered and whined, "Mhm" in response. Javier chuckled lightly, and he kissed your neck, trailing kisses from your ear to the top of your collarbone.

"Are you sure?" Tim asked again, his brows furrowing in concern.

Javi added, "Yeah, you've been drinking—"

"No!" you cut them off firmly. "I promise I'm not intoxicated. I didn't finish the wine; I only had like two ounces, and the Moët isn't clouding my thoughts. I want to do this."

Javi exchanged a glance with Tim, both of them still worried but taking your word. Javi spoke softly, "We just need to be sure you're completely comfortable with this, that's all."

You appreciated their concern and offered a reassuring smile. "I want this, I really do."

As you spoke, you couldn't help but wonder, "Are you both sure too?"

Javier and Tim exchanged glances again, silently communicating their agreement. Then, Javi nodded and spoke for both of them, "We're sure, mi amor (my love). This is something we've all thought about for a long time, and we want it just as much as you do."

After the words left Javi’s mouth, he lowered his head back to the crook of your neck. The warmth of his tongue and teeth caused goosebumps to erupt on your skin. You sighed softly as you closed your eyes, enjoying the feel of his warm lips against your skin, his body close to yours. Javier's breath tickled the sensitive spot behind your ear, causing it to tingle more, sending waves of pleasure through you.

When you opened your eyes, Tim's gaze bore into you, his dark, intense eyes filled with a myriad of emotions. Desire, longing, and a hint of uncertainty danced in the depths of his soulful black irises, while his pupils dilated, betraying the intensity of his feelings. His breath, warm and tinged with anticipation, brushed against your lips as he hovered inches away from your face. You could practically taste the sweetness of the champagne that lingered on his lips, and the air between you crackled with electric tension.

Sensing Tim's uncertainty about his place in this newfound dynamic, you gently stroked his cheek with your fingertips, reassuring him that you wanted him just as much. With that unspoken permission, you kissed him again, deeper than before. When he finally pulled away, you were breathless, almost dizzy from how much you wanted him. A feeling akin to euphoria pulsed through you, making your pulse race even faster.

You felt Javi's hands make their way to your jeans, tugging at the zipper. He slipped his fingers under the fabric of your pants and traced the outline of your underwear with his fingertip before running them slowly across the inside of your thighs. The movement sent a bolt of arousal straight to your core, and you groaned, arching into Javi's touch. You heard Javier chuckle at the sound of your reaction, and you felt his fingers slide underneath your panties and skim over the soft flesh of your inner thigh. You moaned at the feeling of his cool fingers on your heated skin. When his digits reached your opening, you gasped in surprise, a gasp turned into an involuntary whimper as he went up and teased your clit. Javi rubbed small circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, causing a tingling sensation to spread from your center.

"Don't stop," you pleaded.

Tim sat on the sofa, observing in silence as he heard you whisper, "Please don't stop."

Javier smirked at you and pressed a kiss against your temple. Then, without any further preamble, he began to push a finger into your entrance, teasing your wetness, making you gasp and grip onto Javi's biceps. Javier's finger slid into you easily, and he began to pump slowly, adding another digit when you started to squirm.

Tim leaned forward and reached for the hem of your shirt. "Sweetheart, I can hear your heart racing. Do you want to stop? We can pause if you like."

You shook your head fervently, a desperate plea in your eyes as you tried to convey to Tim that this wasn't about stopping. You needed him, and the only words you were capable of forming, once again, were, "Don't-" but you were abruptly interrupted, a soft gasp escaping your lips as Javi's skilled hands continued to work their magic on your pussy. "Don't stop. Please, you managed to utter amidst the waves of pleasure coursing through you.

He pulled your shirt up over your head and threw it to the ground somewhere near the door. His eyes were glued to your bra, licking his lips hungrily, drinking in every detail, committing every inch of you to memory. You moaned softly when he trailed a single finger along your collarbone before continuing downwards, touching your nipples through your bra, pinching them softly, eliciting a pleasured gasp from your lips. The pressure was enough to send waves of pleasure coursing through you, and you writhed against him, pressing your lips together so that you wouldn't let out another moan.

Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in your head, and you exclaimed, "Wait!"

Both men immediately pulled back, their faces filled with concern as they simultaneously asked, "What's wrong?" Tim voiced his worry in front of you, while Javi's concern came from behind.

"Nothing! It's just..." you began, briefly second-guessing your idea but deciding to voice it anyway, "Would you guys be okay with um recording ourselves?"

Javi and Tim's mouths parted slightly, their eyes widening in surprise.

"I want to film us having sex," you admitted, your voice tinged with excitement. "It won't ever get released, I promise. It will only be for the three of us."

Tim's cock twitched at your proposal. He couldn't believe that he would be able to relive the day over and over. 

He would be able to reexperience the feeling of being inside you, kissing you, tasting you, caressing you... and, above all else, he would be able to see you come undone beneath him. His cock hardened at the thought of that.

"Of course," Javi groaned, nodding vigorously. "I'm game, babygirl."

You glanced towards Tim, a slight smirk gracing your lips. You knew he was just as excited as you were.

Tim leaned forward and pulled you into a passionate kiss. His tongue plunged into your mouth, and his fingers found themselves buried in your hair. You moaned softly and ran your hands up and down his muscular torso. 

"Save it for the camera, guys," Javi teased, and you pulled away, feeling a bit flustered. He reached for his phone, but you gently wrapped your fingers around his wrist, guiding his hand back down to the sofa.

"No," you said firmly, your voice laced with desire. "I don't want to use your phone. It's low quality."

Javi gave you an amused look but didn't argue as he placed his phone next to him on the coffee table.

Tim looked at you, curiosity and desire still swirling in his eyes. "What do you want to use to film it?" he asked, his voice husky.

You glanced between the two of them, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. "Tim," you began, "your camcorder films at 4k, right?"

Tim's eyes widened as he realized where you were going with this. "Yeah," he replied, a slow grin spreading across his face. "It does. It shoots in 4K, and it has a built-in mic, so it's pretty good."

"Remember you left it here after using it for bird watching, and you haven't taken it home," you add.

"Fucking hillbilly," Javier muttered under his breath, shaking his head at Tim's hobby of birdwatching.

"Where's the camera?" Tim asked, urgency evident in his voice.

Conveniently, it was in the nearest closet. "In the closet," you replied.

Javi raced to search for it. After a moment, he found the huge box, and when he opened it, he saw the camera and tripod. Javier had never been more grateful for Tim's penchant for birdwatching. 

An impatient Javier quickly started setting up the tripod and the camcorder. He unfolded the legs with dexterity but soon looked confused as to how to turn on the camcorder. He muttered to himself while pressing buttons with impatience.

Meanwhile, Tim was preoccupied with gently caressing your thighs, his fingers slowly snaking their way to the inside of your jeans. Before he could do so, he heard Javi's struggles.

"Having trouble there, Peña?" Tim asked, an amused grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "I thought you were the tech-savvy one, didn't you just make fun of me for still being on Facebook?"

Javier shot him a mock glare before admitting, "Okay, fine. I need your help, old man."

Tim chuckled and got up from the couch, walking over to the camera. He expertly turned it on and began to set it up while playfully retorting, "Old man?" he clicked his tongue, "At least I know how to work this thing."

As Tim powered on the camcorder and adjusted the settings, Javi couldn't help but make a jab at Tim. "Well, at least I don't need reading glasses yet, old man."

You defended Tim, saying, "Ay, Javi, apenas y puedes manejar por estar medio ciego. (Javi, you can barely drive because you're half blind.)"

"Por qué siempre lo defiendes a él y a mí no? (Why do you always defend him and not me?)" Javier asked.

"Stop pouting. El día que él te haga lo mismo... (The day he does the same to you…)"

Javi smiled, thinking you were going to say that the day Tim did the same thing to him, you would defend him.

But you continued, "Ahí veré, abusivo. (I’ll see, bully)"

His smile vanished as you said you'd see what to do instead of immediately defending him. "Watch it, or I won't put out," he threatened.

"Yes, you will," Tim and you answered in sync.

Javi rolled his eyes, knowing there was no way he would leave now, and focused on attaching the camcorder to the tripod.

Tim used you as the focal point to fine-tune the camera's view. Your heart raced as he adjusted the zoom and settings, and you couldn't help but feel a heady mix of excitement and anticipation.

You sat on the couch feeling the excitement building in the room. As Tim was adjusting the lens, he couldn't help but murmur, "You're going to look incredible on film, sweetheart."

A smile crossed your lips, and you said nothing. The image of yourself on the screen captured by one of Tim's cameras, naked and writhing beneath him, was intoxicating.

Once everything was set up and adjusted, Tim and Javi walked back to the couch, their eyes still filled with a mixture of desire and anticipation.

Your heart beat wildly in your chest as you watched them approach. They sat down on either side of you, and you smiled shyly as they leaned in closer to you.  

With a firm but gentle grip, Javi's strong hands settled on your hips. Slowly, he guided your body, turning you to the left to face him directly. As your eyes locked onto him, you saw nothing but adoration, a burning intensity that set your heart ablaze. Without a moment's hesitation, he closed the distance, his lips crashing into yours with an ardent hunger, igniting a passionate flame that consumed both of you. 

The kiss was so intense that it swept you off your feet, quite literally. You found yourself transitioning from sitting on the couch to kneeling on it, your mouth still passionately connected to Javi's. In the process, your body pressed firmly against him, inadvertently presenting your behind to Tim, causing him to groan.

With desire pooling in his eyes, Tim gently hooked his thumbs on your pants and sensually helped you remove them. As your pants slid down, both he and the camera captured a perfect, tantalizing view of your plump ass. 

His lips, warm and hungry, peppered a trail of soft kisses along your spine, igniting a trail of fervent desire, while his hand glided sensually from the curve of your spine down to the delicate fabric of your panties. You gasped into Javi's mouth when Tim began to massage you through your panties.

"Mmm..." you breathed, your knees shaking, "please, please."

Tim smiled devilishly as he pushed inside your panties. His fingers landing on your clit, rubbing it gently, creating a pleasant friction. "Tell me what you need," he rasped huskily.

You nodded eagerly, biting your lip in order to prevent a moan from passing through your lips. "Please. Don't stop," you whispered, barely managing to form the words between panting breaths.

Javi smiled, his gaze never breaking contact with yours. "How do you want us baby?”

“Every way,” you wine, and you were answered by a deep moan from Tim, followed by a soft groan from Javi. Tim took his time to tease you, and your breathing grew faster and heavier when you felt one of Tim's fingers slip in. “Ahh... fuck!” you gasped.

Javier smirked at your reaction. "That sounds like it feels good, doesn't it?" he cooed, his hand moving from your face to your hips.

"Yes...” you said weakly. You could feel the slickness coating your pussy, which made you whimper. "I need m-more...”

"You take the lead," Javi whispered with a husky intensity that sent shivers down your spine.

"We'll do anything for you," Tim added, his voice low and full of desire.

Your voice, soft but brimming with confidence, caressed the words, "Okay. Then... I want to be against the wall."

With a collective, synchronized movement, Javier and Tim rose from the sofa, their towering figures looking at you still kneeling. Their hands, warm and possessive, found yours. Slowly, they guided you off the couch, their touch igniting sparks of hunger that danced across your skin.

As your feet touched the floor, you stood before them, your heart pounding in your chest. It was as if time had frozen, and you all took a moment to savor the intensity of the moment.

Their eyes, dark and filled with desire, drank you in from head to toe, tracing every curve and contour of your body with an insatiable hunger. The room's dim light accentuates the contours of your form, their gazes locked onto your every inch.

You stood before them, adorned in a deep silk-red bra that seemed to be woven from the finest threads of desire itself. The upper half of the cups imitated the color of your skin tone, a beautiful contrast to the passionate red that adorned the rest of the fabric. Intricate black lace gracefully adorned over half of each bra cup, its stunning floral patterns tracing a sensual contour along the swell of your breasts. The lace's trimmings extended gently, their featherlight caress brushing your bare skin. 

A silk black bow sat at the center gore of your bra, its satin finish glistening in the light of the room. Dangling from the bow, a single pearl danced with every subtle movement.

Your matching panties were an exquisite set. They mirrored the color of your bra, the silk material illuminating in the seductive lighting in the room. The center panel of the panties was a rich, deep red silk with a wet patch indicating the desire that pulsed within you. Its texture is smooth and cool against your heated skin. It felt luxurious and sensual as it grazed over your most intimate places.

The same skin color fabric beneath delicate black lace covered the fabric on either side of the red silk, adding an intricate layer of allure. It felt soft and comfortable against your skin, a gentle caress that heightened the sensations coursing through your body.

As you stood before Javier and Tim, their intense gazes explored every inch of your nearly naked form. Normally, having two sets of eyes roaming your body might make you self-conscious, but those thoughts dissipate. You sensed the hunger in their looks, yet more than that, you could feel the depth of their love for you. It was a moment of absolute vulnerability, yet it filled you with a profound sense of empowerment. You knew they desired you, body and soul, and it sent a shiver of pleasure coursing through you.

"Jesus Christ. You're killing me, bebecita (baby girl)." Javi's hushed voice echoed throughout the room as he slowly stepped closer.

As soon as your fingers touched each other, a spark ignited, and a fiery explosion erupted between your two lovers. Each of them gripped onto your wrists, leading you to the wall. 

As soon as your fingers touched each other, a spark ignited, and a fiery explosion erupted. Each of them gripped onto your wrists, leading you to the wall. 

Javier positioned himself with his back against the wall, his muscular and broad frame making a striking silhouette. He leaned in to place a tender kiss on your lips, igniting a spark of anticipation that coursed through your body. Gently, he turned you around, his strong arms circling your hips as he lifted you, cradling you against his broad-clothed chest.

With a firm grip, he guided your legs apart, inviting Tim into the intimate embrace.

Tim, fully clothed too, knelt before you. His gaze, framed by the black-rimmed glasses, locked onto yours with a mixture of desire and affection, his dark eyes mirroring the passion that burned within him.

Javi's hand, resting gently on your stomach, ensured your stability as Tim tenderly spread your legs open.

Tim's fingertips danced along the curvature of your inner thigh, igniting a symphony of sensations that made you exhale sharply. He left a trail of fire in his wake with each caress, coaxing your eyes to close as you submitted to the breathtaking intensity of his touch. 

As his skillful fingers ventured higher, you could feel your heartbeat quicken in anticipation.

Finally, with a skillful maneuver, Tim removed your panties, revealing your most intimate desires to him. As the delicate fabric slipped away, a rush of desire washed over him, and his eyes locked onto your bare pussy. His gaze was filled with awe and a hunger that bordered on the primal as if he had unveiled a treasure he had long sought after.

"Fuck," he breathed out, amazed at your glistening sex. 

Behind you, Javi's breath hitched audibly as he too saw your now-exposed form. 

With a soft breath, Tim lowered his head and inhaled the scent of your sex. He reached out with his fingertips and lightly stroked the soft curls surrounding your sensitive center. 

As he drew closer, his face brushed against your delicate skin, the faintest hint of stubble and mustache sending electrifying sparks of sensation through you. The texture of his facial hair against your skin added to your already heightened nerves, making your heart race even faster.

With a gentle touch, Tim's tongue began its sensual exploration. He ran his tongue along your folds, licking and nibbling at your tender folds until you cried out in pleasure. You whimpered softly when he tasted your outer lips, and when his tongue lapped up the moisture that coated your folds, you mewled, but the sound was muffled when Javi smashed his lips against yours.

Tim's tongue ventured further, tracing circles around your pussyhole, the rhythmic motion causing your arousal to flow even more freely. He swirled his warm tongue around the opening as he sucked in air and expelled it rhythmically, filling his nostrils with the enticing scent. When he pushed his tongue inside you, it elicited an even louder moan from you. Your hands fisted his short curls, pulling him closer and closer to you, causing him to moan.

All Tim could think as he was in between your thighs was, she tastes so fucking good. He couldn't believe he had been missing out on your taste for so long. 

From his current position, Tim's nose won't come into contact with your clit, and just when you're thinking, I need-oh god! My clit-, Javi uses his free hand to stroke your clit, sending your arousal soaring, and as Tim continued to suck your juices into his mouth, you couldn't take it anymore you started moaning uncontrollably. 

In a frenzied moment, your fingers clenched tightly into Tim's hair, his black and white strands slipping between your trembling knuckles. Simultaneously, you reached for Javier's hand, desperate to anchor yourself as you felt yourself tipping over the edge. Your fingers intertwined with his, clutching onto the reassuring warmth of his touch resting on your stomach. 

You didn't get a chance to give a warning before your orgasm crashed, only crying out, "Oh my god!" as you came hard all over Tim’s mouth. Cum dripped freely into his mouth as he kept sucking on you, savoring every single drop of your taste. 

When you finally calmed down enough to breathe again, you looked down at Tim, whose beard was covered in the remnants of your fluids. With your index finger, you lightly traced the outline of his lips, smiling softly when he said, "God, you taste so good, baby."

"Thank you," you breathed out happily and fell back on Javi's chest. 

Tim pressed a tender kiss on your thigh, his lips a soft caress against your heated skin. He carefully lowered your legs from his shoulders, and Javier took hold of them so you wouldn't fall over. Tim rose to his feet and motioned to Javi to pass you over. Javi gently transferred you from his arms to Tim's, cradling you securely.

In your blissful state, you couldn't make out the details of their conversation, but you did catch Tim instructing Javi to carry the camera to the bedroom while he carried you upstairs.

Before you could fully register it, Tim carefully laid you down on your bed. The sensations coursing through your body intensified as he peppered your neck with kisses. You began to regain awareness of your surroundings, just in time to witness Javi entering the room and placing the tripod down. 

Javi moved closer, positioning himself beside you, ensuring that he wouldn't obstruct the camcorder's view. He licked his lips in anticipation and felt his hardened cock twitch just watching your breasts rise and fall with your breathing.

Tim delicately toyed with the silk straps of your bra, stroking your skin in the process, his touch sending shivers across your skin. He leaned in, his voice a sensual whisper as he asked, "Can I take this off, baby?"

You stared at him with hooded eyes before nodding, "Please." He slowly undid the clasp at the back of your bra, removing it in one swift motion and dropping it to the floor. Your breasts fell out of the garment, exposing your naked body to the men staring at you hungrily. 

Javi emitted a low, appreciative groan, his eyes devouring every inch of your exposed skin. "Dios mío (my god)," he muttered, unable to conceal his awe.

Tim's breath hitched audibly as his gaze locked onto your bare breasts. "You're so beautiful," he murmured in a voice that sounded like he was in pain.

Javi slowly brought his lips to each breast, nipping softly as he sucked a stiff nipple into his mouth. 

You were going to moan Javi's name, but as soon as you felt a second mouth on you, your moan turned into "Ja-Ahh!" because Tim couldn't take it anymore, so he leaned forward, his lips finding your other breast and sucking on it, making you cry out. 

Both sets of lips were warm and eager as they closed around your sensitive flesh and sucked greedily. "Oh..." you gasped, arching your hips upwards into the air. 

Your hands fisted their hair and it only encouraged them to suck more intensely. You felt their teeth scrape and you whimpered loudly and cried out "Tim! Javi!"

I think- ah! I think I can come from this alone.

Not even two seconds later, the two mouths left you with swollen and reddened lips and you were left gasping for air. 

Your breasts were sore and heavy, your pussy throbbing painfully. But as quickly as you were able to recover, you sat up, pushing yourself up.

"Holy fuck," you managed to stammer out hoarsely. Your desire-filled eyes shifted between Javi and Tim, lingering on their still-clothed bodies. A mischievous smile played on your lips as you declared, "This isn't fair, you two still have your clothes on."

Javi chuckled, his voice dripping with anticipation. "Entonces, qué estas esperando? (So, what are you waiting for?)" 

You wasted no time, taking hold of Javi's white dress shirt collar as you straddled him, although not meeting his hips, making him swallow his laugh. With a teasing glint in your eyes, you reach for the buttons.

As you patiently unbutton the first button, your fingers brush lightly against his chest as you reveal his toned physique. With that first button undone, your lips descended to kiss a sliver of his exposed skin, making Javi shiver below you. The warmth of your mouth against his bare flesh sent jolts of pleasure through him, and he couldn't help but moan softly, "Mmmm."

With each button undone, your lips found the newly exposed tan skin. Your fingers traced the contours of Javi's well-defined pecs, brushing over one of his nipples. At the contact, he gasps and bucks his hips up, seeking yours, making you smile.

Tim watched from the side, his thoughts running wild as he admired the sight. Asshole becomes putty in her hands, but who wouldn't? Just look at her... he mused, his eyes locked on you and Javi.

You throw Javi's shirt on the floor, and you let your fingers glide down his stomach, tracing the trail of dark hair that makes your mouth water. The temptation to fully sit down on Javi's lap and grind against the evident bulge was almost overwhelming, but you restrained yourself.

Instead, you shift your attention to Tim. You climbed off Javi's lap, straddling Tim as you took hold of his black and white striped suit jacket, peeling it halfway down his shoulders. Your eyes widened when you caught sight of something black peeking out beneath his jacket.

A rush of surprise and want coursed through you as you realized it was Tim's black leather gun holster. Your breath hitched at the sight, and Tim immediately noticed the change in your demeanor.

"I didn't get a chance to take it off because I had just gotten home from work, and I'd locked up my gun before you called me," Tim explained, his voice tinged with regret. "Ran out the door in a hurry and didn't take it off."

He raised his hand to remove the holster, but you quickly stopped him, saying, "And I won't take it off right now."

The corner of Tim's lip rose in a small smirk. "Alright then, sweetheart." He kissed your cheek softly.

Javier, with a salacious smirk, said, "Ya sabía que te gustaba nuestros pistoleros. (I knew you liked our holsters)" His eyes danced with amusement as he teased, clearly enjoying your preferences in the bedroom.

You mirror Javi's grin and move over to open your bedside drawer, reaching for a small silk drawstring bag. 

You looked at both Javier and Tim, your expression serious as you broached the topic. "I don't want to use condoms tonight. Are you guys okay with that?"

Why the hell does she want to kill me?

I swear I'm not going to last

Tim Nods and says, "I'm clean."

Javier adds, "Yeah, me too. Clean as a whistle."

Unbeknownst to you, they had made a bet on who could stay celibate, and neither of them had broken their pact.

You open the bag, holding two items that had been on your mind. You asked, "Do you guys want to try something a little different?" As you spoke, you took out a bottle of lube and a brand-new red heart jewel plug.

Their eyes widened, mouths practically dropped open, and they both groaned in response.

Javier couldn't resist stroking himself through his pants. 

You hand the items to Tim and flip over, showing him your ass. 

"Fuck" he hisses as you present yourself to him. He reaches out and gently massages your ass, squeezing it lovingly. 

You sigh contentedly as you feel Tim's hot mouth taking possession around the tight ring of your muscle.

You gasp as his tongue slips inside of you, and then you moan, grabbing onto Javi. The feeling of Tim's tongue swirling around you sends tremors shooting through your whole body. You close your eyes and let your head fall back as you whine loudly in satisfaction.

"Ah! Tim Fuck, please." You squirm in pleasure as he licks you with relish. The sound of his tongue raking over your tight hole has you pushing your ass back involuntarily. It feels heavenly.

So good, so good, so good... you chant in your head over and over. 

Javi stands there captivated, unable to tear his gaze from devouring your body. He's mesmerized by your every move and motion; his dick throbs watching how you writhe against Tim's skilled tongue.

Slowly, Tim lathers a finger with lube and inserts it inside you.

"Mierda! (Shit!)" you grit as Tim pumps his fingers deeper inside you, prompting a shiver of pleasure. 

Javi couldn't resist making a comment about your struggle, "It's only one finger. How are you supposed to take either one of us?" But his tone quickly shifted to one of gentle reassurance as he leaned in, his warm breath creating tingles in your ear. "Relax," he whispered soothingly and kissed you on the cheek. 

"I'm sorry." you breathed out, overwhelmed by sensation.

Tim's caring voice joined in, "It's okay, baby, just relax for me."

You do as they say, and he adds another finger.

Oh God... you whimper in your mind. Feels so good. I think I can-ah!! I think I can take them already... Oh my God...

You begin to grind against Tim's fingers back and forth. You wanted it all and needed it all.

Tim pulls out his fingers, causing you to whine. He doesn't leave you empty for long as he coats the plug with lube and inserts it inside you. Immediately, hot pleasure ripples through your body. "That feels amazing," you breathed, your eyelids fluttering closed. 

Tim couldn't help himself, a low, appreciative sound escaping from the back of his throat as his eyes fell upon the delicate, red jeweled heart nestled between your plush cheeks. He wanted nothing more than to be buried deep inside you, but instead, he kissed your shoulder blade and got up from the bed. 

The unmistakable sound of a belt being unbuckled reached your ears, and you turned just in time to see Tim's frenzied haste as he pulled down his pants. Your gaze was immediately drawn to his prominent outline, still contained in his boxers. He hurriedly removed his striped tie, followed by his shoulder holster, and although disappointment washed over you, you didn't say anything.

With a bit of effort, Tim managed to undo the buttons of his white dress shirt, sliding it off along with his undershirt. Your eyes traced the contours of his chest, his wide shoulders, his muscular arms, and his stomach, which was softer than Javi's but was just as mouthwatering.

As he started to put the shoulder holster back on, a surge of desire clouded your mind. You couldn't resist the urge any longer. Rising to your knees on the bed, you reached for him, gripping the holster, and pulled Tim closer, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

His breathing became quick, shallow, and shaky. You parted his lips, and he slid his hot, moist tongue between your lips. You moaned deeply as he wrapped his body around yours. 

Tim released his hold on you, and as he did, Javi leaned in to plant a tender kiss on the top of your breast. The combined sensations of their touches make your skin break out in goosebumps. 

Javi trails his hand further until he reaches your mound. You gasped out his name as Javi's thumb circled around your clit. Your free hand grabbed onto his wrist, wanting him to continue, but he pulled away. 

As Javi gently released you, Tim followed suit, his gaze fixed on you with swollen lips and dilated pupils.

"Lay down, pretty girl," Javier instructed, and Tim shifted from the edge of the bed to stand next to you to make room for you. 

With Tim now out of the way, your back hit the soft sheets. As soon as you reclined, Javi parted your legs and knelt between them, his intent clear as he crouched on the floor.

Javi took his sweet time, kissing the inside of your thighs, and you squirm, feeling his mustache tickle your skin.

Slowly, he inched his way toward your center and began to lap at your clit. You moan loudly, and your hips buck upward, trying desperately to get closer to his face. Your entire body felt alive and buzzing with excitement. 

You tear your gaze away from Javi, slowly turning your head to the side to look at Tim. His dark eyes lock onto yours.

"You feel good, sweetheart?" he asks, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

Your breath hitches. "Ye-ahh!" you answer, the words spilling out of you as you feel Javi's licks intensify.

"What do you want, darling?" 

You don't respond with words. Instead, your hands move with purpose, reaching for the waistband of Tim's underwear. You hook your fingers under the fabric and begin a slow, tantalizing descent, lowering it down his hips.

As you unveil him, his cock springs forth, slapping upright against his stomach.

Your eyes go wide, and a soft gasp escapes your parted lips.

Oh, god, you think, your heart pounding in your chest. The sight before you, standing tall and proud, leaves you breathless.

He was thick, thicker, and longer than you've ever taken. The head, a deep shade of red, glistened with creamy drops that collected at its tip, and his shaft was adorned with prominent veins that ran along its length.

You couldn't resist the urge, so you ran your fingernails lightly down the length of him, savoring the contrast between the smoothness of his skin and the texture of his veins. He's going to feel so good inside me. He hissed in response to your touch, a sound that made you even wetter.

Javi's head lifted from your thighs, chin glistening with your fluids. "Come on, baby girl, why don't you take him into your mouth?" he insisted, his eyes locked onto yours.

Tim was watching intently too. His eyes were dark and hungry as if he was silently urging you to wrap your lips around him.

You eagerly open your mouth, guiding Tim's tip between your lips, and suck the first few inches as you moan at the intoxicating taste of his cum. The essence of his arousal in your mouth, paired with the electrifying touch of Javi's fingers on your slick folds, sent shivers of pleasure coursing through your body.

Javi's voice, tinged with desire, reached your ears, "So wet, baby."

Tim moaned in response to the incredible sensation of your mouth and the delicious vibration. You pulled off him, your voice breathy as you complimented, "You taste good."

Tim responds with a throaty moan, his eyes locked on yours as he gasps, "God, you're incredible."

As your gaze shifts to Javi, who's been teasing you from between your parted thighs, he murmurs seductively, "So do you," before diving back to his sweet task.

You lose composure at their voices for a few seconds and then raise your head to have Tim in your mouth again. The hot, throbbing head of his arousal slides past your lips, and you begin by sucking hard, eliciting a satisfied sigh from him. Then, with a tantalizing slowness, you ease your tongue along the length of his shaft, taking small, deliberate segments between your lips.

"Fuck," he sighs and tilts his head back, lost in the sensations you're causing. 

You smile against him feeling proud of yourself, knowing the effect you're having on him. 

He was so thick your lips were already stretching around him and you weren't even halfway through. Uhn...I'm going to have to take him into my throat, won't I, you think, your excitement growing at the thought of deepthroating him.

“Good girl,” Tim whispers, his approval igniting a fiery desire within you. Encouraged, you take more of him, not that you needed it because the weight of his dick and the taste of him driving you insane.

Raising yourself up on your elbows, you relaxed your throat to accommodate him. As you took a few more inches, Tim inhaled sharply, his panting and the wet squelching of your cunt filling the room.

Meanwhile, Javi continued to run his tongue around your folds before focusing on your clit, pulling a loud "Ahhh!" from your lips. As he kept sucking, your walls clenched around him, and you could feel his grin against your sensitive skin as he intensified his sucking.

With every sensual lick, flick, and tantalizing bite, Javi increased the pressure on your nub, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through your body. Overwhelmed by the pleasure, you closed your eyes and, with focused on hollowing out your cheeks for Tim.

As you approached the girthiest part of Tim, your jaw had grown sore, and a nervous excitement began to bubble within you.

God, I don't know how I'm supposed to take him anywhere else when I'm already struggling to take him into my mouth, you wondered nervously but more excited than anything.

Javi slid his tongue around the wet spot where you wanted him most. A mewl escaped your lips, unbidden, as your hips arched upward, desperate to get closer to Javi's face.

Simultaneously, Tim pushed himself deeper into your mouth, and the delicious sensation made him emit a deep, happy "Mmm." Every nerve in your body felt alive and buzzing with excitement. 

Tim struggled to restrain himself, fighting the urge to thrust his entire dick into your welcoming throat. You saw his struggle, and with fluttering lashes, you wordlessly begged for him to be rough. 

His large hand gripped your hair, and he pushed your head further onto his hard cock. You choked momentarily as he brushed against your uvula, causing Tim to become worried. "Shove me away if you need to," he urged his face a mix of pleasure and concern.

You appreciated his consideration but had no intention of stopping. With teary eyes, you relaxed your throat further, allowing more of him to slide in. Above you, Tim watched, chest heaving, his praises and moans spurring you on.

On the floor, Javi's tongue swirled lazily around your opening. You savored the delicious burn of his mustache against your sensitive skin. Slowly and rhythmically, he pushed his tongue deeper, making your body tremble. Then, when you felt Javi's fingers slip into you, his thumb circling your sensitive clit, you whimpered.

As you finally fit the entirety of Tim inside your mouth, he screams out your name. His hips move involuntarily, and he pushes your head further, and your nose tickles the dark, curly hair peppered with hints of white. You continue to suck, and he begins to babble incoherently, lost in the sensations coursing through his body.

The combination of taking all of Tim’s dick into your mouth and your taste makes Javi grind against the bed, desperately seeking friction to relieve the ache he feels.

"Sweetheart, t-that's a-ah... a talented mmm... mouth," Tim pants out.

You want to hear more of the sounds he's making, so you move to caress his heavy balls, gently massaging them. "Oh God... Baby girl..." he groans out, his voice filled with pleasure and desire.

His hips snap into your mouth as he approaches his peak, and he thinks, no can't cum inside her lovely mouth

"Can't cum in your mouth. Uh... I wanna… inside you," he says, voice broken.

Javi, with his two fingers deep inside you and about to add a third, can't resist, "Yeah, cariño, he's too old for that."

Tim shot Javi a narrowed-eyed look but remained adamant in his resolve to last longer. Javi chuckled before returning his attention to your needy core, lavishing it with his tongue, causing your moans to grow louder.

Javi laughs before using his tongue again. His tongue delves deep, exploring every crevice of your velvety walls, making you moan loudly. As the new sensation begins to build within you, your hips instinctively buck.

"Javi, fuck..." you moan. 

Tim, his breath uneven and his gaze locked on you, managed to withdraw from your mouth, eliciting an audible pop, and both you and Tim whined at the loss of contact.

“Yes, baby, let go," Javi encouraged. Your release came slowly, agonizingly so. Tim swiftly moved his hands to catch you as you lost your balance, cradling you in his arms. You trembled in Tim's embrace, descending from the heights of your climax. "Fucking delicious," Javi growled, his tongue sweeping over your sensitive cunt to savor every drop.

Suddenly, you remembered that your ex had given you a camcorder. You gasped, and both guys looked worried. You walked over to your dresser, opened the last drawer, and retrieved the camcorder. To your surprise, you found another one, which had belonged to your ex—well, it used to. You had no intention of returning it now. He had left it in your car, and you had planned to give it back the next time he visited your house. The camcorder he had gifted you had only been used for your beach trips, and you hadn't used it for a while, which was why you had forgotten you had it in the first place.

You brought the cameras back to the guys, your eyes bright with excitement.

Javi was sitting on the bed, and Tim was standing up. You crawled up the bed and handed one of the cameras to Javi.

"I want you to use it," you told him, a playful gleam in your eyes.

His eyes lit up, and he replied, "Como tú mandes (As you order)," as he accepted the camera.

Turning your attention to Tim, you signaled for him to come closer. Wrapping your arms around his strong form, you pressed your lips to his ear, your words dripping with desire, "Do you want to take me from behind?" You handed him the second camera.

Tim's response was a low, sensual murmur, "I can never say no to you."

Returning to Javi, who was laid out on his back below you, you positioned yourself between his legs, facing him directly. With a sensuous touch, you lowered his underwear and wrapped your fingers around his cock.

"Oh, Shit," Javi breathed out softly as he took hold of the camera, turning it on, and pointing it toward you. "Say hi to the camera, baby girl."

With a seductive smile, you directed your gaze toward the lens. "Hi," you cooed. With the camera on you, you held Javi’s cock in your hand, admiring him. Tim's got him beat on length and girth, but Javi has a curve that you know will be incredibly satisfying once he's inside you.

Lowering your head onto Javi's lap, you looked up at the camera, your lips brushing the first few inches of his dick. The sight elicited a groan from Javi, his cock throbbing at the sensual display before him.

Meanwhile, Tim was busy with his camera, the strap wrapped around his fingers. His free hand rested on your back, gently lifting your ass into the air. You whimpered when he removed the plug, but Tim's soothing words distracted you from the discomfort.

"It’s okay, beautiful, I’ve got you," Tim whispered.

Javi also tries to distract you by guiding your attention back to him. Your fingers wrapped firmly around his length, applying strokes that had him gasping in pleasure.

"Ah," he moaned loudly, clearly enjoying the sensation of your skilled touch. Your red nails against his skin, made him twitch in your hand.

Tim, meanwhile, positioned himself at your tight entrance, teasing the sensitive ring of muscle. You peeled back Javi's foreskin, exposing his throbbing head. Your lips suck lightly against his foreskin, causing Javi to whimper in delight. The sound sent shivers down your spine, your arousal intensifying.

"Ohh, that's good, baby. J-just like that," Javi breathed out, his voice laden with desire.

As you continued your tantalizing ministrations, you felt the slick sensation of lube, followed by Tim slowly entering you from behind, the stretch of his hard shaft stretching you open. Your cry filled the room as Tim carefully moved back and forth, his intent clear: to slowly open you up and ensure you felt no pain once he was fully inside.

Tim groaned in response, the pleasure of being inside you evident in his every movement. Your attention shifted back to Javi as you spat lightly on him and then enveloped him between your lips. Beneath you, Javi gripped the sheets when you pushed your head further and moans escaped his soft lips. 

As Tim pushed more of himself into you, both of you moaned in harmony, the room now filled with sounds from all three of you.

"Sweetheart, you're so fucking tight," Tim gasped, his voice laced with raw need. "Uhn…"

You could only respond with a broken moan, your body shaking in response to your senses being overwhelmed by the feeling of Tim filling you, the intense pleasure washing over you in waves.

I think I-I can cum right now, the thought crossed your mind, and then as if on cue, your body began to unravel.

"Gonna cum," you whine, the words somewhat unintelligible as your mouth was filled by Javi.

Javi whispered with a husky voice, "That's it, baby girl. Let go for us."

"Let it all out, sweetheart," Tim added, his breath ragged.

Your vision blurred as your climax took over, and you closed your eyes, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations coursing through you. Around Javi, you moaned, the vibrations adding to his pleasure, while Tim felt you tightening around him. 

Tim's mind repeated a desperate mantra: Shit, Shit, Shit, I can't cum yet, Fuck! With urgency, he tightly grasped the base of his cock, determined to hold back and not release inside you, at least not just yet.

Your release began to trigger Javi's, and he gasped, “Close…mierda, voy a-ahh (shit, I’m gonna-ahh).”

In response to his plea, you redoubled your efforts, your mouth working its magic as you sucked harder and harder. His entire body tensed, breath hitching, pulsing in your mouth, and then, with a guttural groan of pleasure, Javi let go. He erupted into your mouth, and the taste of him was an intoxicating flavor that you eagerly savored. Every drop of his seed was swallowed with fervor.

With Tim still inside you from behind, you pulled your mouth off Javi, and the camera focused on you as you playfully stuck your tongue out, putting on a naughty show to demonstrate that you had indeed taken in every ounce of Javi's release.

Javier didn’t know what came over him. One minute he’s looking at you sticking your tongue out, and the next, he’s grasping your chin in his rough hand and kissing you with everything he’s got. It’s a messy and wet kiss that makes you get up on your knees, and Javi pushes you back onto Tim, causing him to push deeper into you, making both Tim and you moan.

"Javi, I want to ride you,” you declare, your voice filled with desire. You turn your head to speak to Tim, your eyes locking with his intense gaze. “Baby, can I ride him?”

Tim smiles at you, his lips brushing gently against yours. “Go ahead, baby,” he whispers, his breath warm against your skin.

Javi eagerly complies, laying down on the bed again. Tim pulls out from behind, allowing you to straddle Javi comfortably. He hisses as he withdraws, and you let out a soft whine at the sensation of emptiness.

As you straddle Javi, his hardness pressing against your core, you feel a surge of need. Your hand wraps around him, pumping once, then twice. Javi's voice, thick with desire, pleads, “Ya, por favor. (enough, please)”

A wicked grin plays on your lips as you tease him, “Tan impaciente, amor. (So impatient, love)”

"You slowly lower yourself onto Javi, and he groans as your tight heat envelops him. Inch by inch, you savor the delicious sensation of him filling you. You work to open yourself to take him. Just because he's smaller than Tim, it doesn't mean his length is any less impressive.

"God, Javi, you feel amazing," you mewl, grinding yourself against him, trying to take in more of his length.

"Oh, cariño, you're incredible," Javi says with pure adoration and lust. 

I’m so wet and I still can’t take him. I-I just have to keep- ah! I have to keep going, you think. 

“How does he feel, sweetheart?” Tim asks, his hand traveling down your body to play with your little bundle of nerves.

“Ohh! Tim!” The stimulation makes you flinch, and you’re able to lower yourself more onto Javi.

Tim continues to help you, guiding you as you slide yourself fully onto Javi. You gasp, and Javi moans, “Ah, fuck.”

His head hits the spongey spot within you, and you cry out Javi’s name.

Just like I thought, he feels so good.

Your cum from earlier pooled at Javi’s base, and the sight that left him momentarily stunned. "Shit," Javi cursed as he zoomed in on the erotic view before returning to capturing you bouncing on him.

“Tim, I-I want you now,” you begged, shifting your weight so that he could take your ass again. 

"Shh, baby, I’ll give you what you want, okay?” Tim says, his voice soothing, and he angles his head to give you a tender kiss.

Tim then kneels behind you, straddling your hips as he positions himself. 

“What’s your safe word?” he asks, loud enough for Javi to hear over the sounds of your moans and wet sounds.

You struggled to comprehend the question, your mind fogged by pleasure as you continued to bounce on Javi. “Hmm? Ohh! Um… it’s Tulip,” you manage to say.

“Got it,” Javi responds through gritted teeth, a hand finding its place on your waist.

“Tulip,” Tim repeats, as he grips himself and guides the tip inside your tight muscle.

"There you go,” Tim panted, his words laced with desire. “Yes, just like that. Good girl. Mmm…” He grunted, each thrust of his hips prompting gasps from you.

“Yes, yes, yes!” you exclaimed, your voice brimming with passion.

This time around, you were able to accommodate Tim’s cock with less resistance, thanks to him opening you up earlier.

Javi's movements grew more intense as he thrust upwards, his free hand massaging your areola before pulling at your stiffened nipple.

A high-pitched cry escaped from your mouth, and it became louder when Tim bottomed out and began to drive into you with fervor.

"That’s it, sweetheart,” Tim groaned.

As your body surrendered to the passion, your mind swirled with a hazy thought, God…oh god, they feel so good.

Javi brought you flush against his chest, his thrusts becoming harder and more fervent. Your bodies moved in perfect sync.

“Besame,” Javi whispered, and you eagerly complied, capturing his lips with a fervent kiss. Your tongues meet and you both moan into the kiss, but a powerful thrust from Tim forces you to rip your mouth away from Javi. Tim was determined to show Javi just how well he could make you feel, and he didn’t waste a moment.

"Javi, how's this for an old man?" Tim challenged, his hands firmly gripping your hips with both hands now as he picked up the pace, driving deeper and harder into you. The room filled with groans, the obscene sounds your bodies made, your screams, and profanities that spilled from your lips.

Javi took Tim's challenge to heart, matching his fervor with powerful thrusts that rocked your body. He pulled you even closer, the rhythm between your hips growing wilder.

Both men were fully absorbed in possessing your body, each wanting to outdo the other, but you didn’t mind one bit. In fact, you reveled in the intense pleasure they were giving you. Sweat glistened on your skin, trickling down the valley between your breasts. Both men had a layer of sweat on their bodies, a few strands of their hair sticking to their foreheads.

You whimpered in response to their relentless movements, and Javi reassured you, "I know, I know, I know."

Tim, possessed by the moment, asks, "You can take it, right?"

"Mhm," you whimpered, your face contorted in bliss.

Tears prick your eyes at the intensity of their movements. Javi sat up, his hands still on your waist, guiding you as Tim's grip on your hips tightened. You moaned and arched your back, pressing yourself closer to him. Javi buried his face in your neck, muffling his groans with your skin, the heat of his breath adding to the coil that was threatening to snap any moment now.

Their thrusts grew deeper and deeper, and Tim gritted out your name, his voice making you burn hotter.

You put one hand on Javi’s shoulder for support, and you blindly reached out, searching for Tim’s holster. Your fingers brushed against the smooth leather, and you gripped it tightly, pulling him closer to you. The sensation of them pressed against you caused your pussy to tighten, squeezing them both in the most delicious way.

Tim groaned, losing himself completely in the feeling. She feels so good, wrapped up so tight around me like this, fuck, he thought as he started thrusting into you, each thrust increasing in tempo, intensifying your pleasure.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Javi groaned, his voice trembling. God, she’s so fucking tight… uhn, she’s going to make me cum.

You were losing control now, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so full.

Javi, his voice trembling with desire, breathed out, "I can't hold back much longer."

"Me neither," Tim breathed, tightening his grip on you.

You wanted to let them know you were close too, but your voice failed you, and all that escaped were breathless moans. The coil in your stomach tightened further, seconds away from unraveling completely.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful," Javi grunted, his hips stuttering as he began to lose control. "Oh, God... fuck, shit."

“Such a good girl, baby. Uhn… taki- takin' us so well,” Tim praised.

Their deep, low voices pushed you over the edge. You clenched around them, and you experienced the most intense orgasm of your life. Your mouth fell open, and your whole body shook. Your vision whited out, your ears rang, and your hands went limp, releasing your hold on the men.

The tightening of your body pushed them over the edge, and they couldn't hold back any longer. Javi came first, his release accompanied by a passionate "Oh Shit!" as he spilled inside you. Tim followed quickly, spitting out "Uhn!" as he came shortly thereafter.

After their releases, Tim's glasses nearly fell off as he lowered his head, and Javi's hand, which had been holding the camera, fell limply onto the bed, inadvertently capturing the ceiling.

Tim tenderly peppered your shoulder with kisses before slowly pulling out from you. With the camera still in his hand, he focused it on the sight of his pearly spend slowly dripping out of you, prompting groans of satisfaction. Once he was content with the footage, he rolled over, his back meeting the mattress. Meanwhile, you rested on Javi's chest, both of you still breathing heavily.

Javi carefully maneuvered you, turning you over while keeping the camcorder in hand. He recorded himself as he sensually withdrew from you, capturing the sight of his creamy white seed flowing out of you in a steady stream.

When you finally came down, you lay there panting and smiling happily. Javi leaned forward and placed a slow lingering kiss on your forehead

"You okay baby?" Javi asked

Tim gently placed a soft kiss on your temple. "You okay sweetheart?" he asked tenderly.

“Mhm," you hummed as Javi kissed your cheek. “I am now," you murmured happily.

“Pasame mi telefono, porfa (Hand me my phone, please),” you requested, and Javi reached for your phone on the nightstand, handing it to you. They both looked at you with curiosity.

“I think I know how to break up with him,” you said, a sly smile playing on your lips.

“Can you take a picture of us?” you asked Tim, phone in hand.

"Of course," Tim replied before taking the phone from your hand. You were well aware that your soon-to-be ex's ego would be deeply wounded to see you with two other men, and you knew he would never utter a word of it to anyone else.

Tim reached for a blanket to cover your naked bodies. As he did so, he slid an arm beneath you, and you nestled your head on Tim’s chest. Javi wrapped an arm possessively around you, his other hand resting on the camcorder that had once belonged to your ex.

Javi meticulously positioned the camera in a way that it would be captured in the picture Tim was about to take. The arrangement, with the three of you nestled under the sheets and the camcorder resting on the bed, would leave absolutely nothing to the imagination, and that's exactly what you were counting on.

Tim angled your phone and snapped the picture. He passed you the phone and asked, “Is this good?”

“It’s perfect,” you smiled.

You opened your text messages, tapped on his name, and attached the picture. You added ‘It’s over,’ and then you hit send. The whooshing sound gave you satisfaction, knowing he would never contact you again. Just a few seconds later, your message said ‘Read.’

“Good,” Javi said, smiling, then asked, “Is anyone hungry?”

“I could eat,” you replied

“I'll order Chinese," Tim said, reaching for his phone.

Javi, his voice laced with desire, chimed in, "How long do you think they'll take?"

Tim glanced at his phone. "About 45 minutes," he answered.

A mischievous glint danced in Javi's eyes as he leaned over and ripped the sheets off your bodies. "We could do a lot in 45 minutes," he purred, his intentions clear.

A/N: I apologize for any grammar and tense mistakes. English is not my first language, and I struggle with my tenses 😞 If the pacing feels off, it's because I've taken this apart so many times over the past years. Originally, this was a science fiction story with Javi and an older version of Javi, but I scrapped that idea. Then I wrote a similar piece with El Ladron. However, earlier this year, I was blessed with Tim Rockford, and I couldn't stop thinking about him. So, I returned to the original Javi piece and replaced the older Javi with Tim.

I was supposed to be working on the graphics for Chapter 5 of IYW, but I couldn't get Detective Tim Rockford out of my mind, sorry 😔

If you've read this far, thank you, and have a great day 🤎

Please feel free to comment and reblog!

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In Living Color

Chapter 19

Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton

Word Count: 3,932

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own.

Warnings: SMUT. 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI.

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March 18th, 2022

Unfamiliar terrain filled Nat’s eyesight as she stared out the window of the car, taking the sights of Atlanta. It had been a long flight out here after yet another grueling work week but this one seemed a lot more bearable than the last few, knowing that the light at the end of this week was seeing in person that shining smile of the man she loved. 

Nat ran a hand through her wild curls before stretching out her legs that were still a little cramped from the long plane ride before she looked over at the man in the driver's seat and smiled, “Thanks so much for picking me up, Josh.” 

“Happy to do it,” he honestly told her, glancing over at her for a moment before he chuckled, “Besides, having you here means I won’t have Chris moping around all weekend so honestly you being here is a service to me.” 

Although Nattie hated to hear of anything dampening Chris’ mood, she was happy to know that he had been as downtrodden about their separation as she had been. Nat had struggled a lot more than she realized but tried to push it all from her head, muttering. “I’m just happy I’m finally getting out of my office and remembering there’s an outside world.” 

“Are you still working like crazy? I know Chris has been kind of worried about how much you’re working,” Josh spoke with a raised eyebrow. 

Hearing it almost made Nat want to roll her eyes, knowing that this wasn’t the first time Chris had voiced his unhappiness about her workload but she just justified it with, “It’s just a busy season. But I’m so glad I was able to get today off so I could come out here. I’ve never actually gotten to see Chris filming.” 

“Don’t get your hopes too high, it’s not that entertaining,” Josh retorted, making Nat burst into laughter as they kept driving along the highway. 

Although she loved the way that Chris’ lifelong best friend teased him, she knew that his words wouldn’t be quite true for her. In their nearly year of dating, she had gotten to see him record his lines for his Lightyear voicework and see the fruition of his hard work in his films, but never had she gotten to observe him while acting. 

When they arrived at the set, she only got to steal a quick kiss from him before the director talked to the crew as Josh and Nat moved over to the side, blending into the background and staying out of the way before they got ready to run the scene. Nat quietly stood as her eyes fixed on Chris, just silently watching him as she watched him shed himself and took on a brand new persona. She had gotten to see him transform during Lightyear as he acted in the booth but this was different. Nat remembered him talking about how challenging voice acting had been, not able to work off of anyone else and for the first time she truly got to see him shine in his working element, seeing the easy way that he carried himself as he worked. 

Being apart had been so hard, the two hardly able to see each other since filming had started on Valentine’s Day. She had gotten to spend the long President’s Day weekend with him in Boston and had been able to see him shortly when he’d come to Los Angeles for a weekend for a bachelor party but it was a far cry from how used to being together they were, falling into the groove of living life together. 

But now they were finally back together, even if it was only for a weekend, but once his arms were wrapped around her Nat felt like everything was right with the world. They just soaked in getting to hold one another for a long moment until finally pulling apart enough to press their lips together as passionately as they could with so many people surrounding them as the cast and crew were all headed in different directions. 

“I’m so happy you’re here,” Chris’ voice was soft as he looked down into her eyes. 

“Me too,” she could feel her smile shining from ear to ear before Chris’ arm snaked around her shoulders as they walked through the busy set. “I’m glad I got here in time to watch you film.” 

“I don’t know if I am because then you’ll see what a shit actor I really am," he laughed while squeezing her a little tighter. 

“I knew that already,” Nat teased him, earning a slap to his chest as he roared with his hysterical laughter and she was reminded just how much she missed that. 

The two chatted non-stop as they went to the costume trailer where Nat waited outside as Chris got out of his costume and makeup and emerged in his illegally tight white tee shirt and sweats. Almost immediately she was tucked back under his arm as they walked together toward a trailer down at the end of the line where Chris held open the door and let Nat walk in before following her inside. 

After the door of the trailer was shut behind them, the pair were finally alone for the first time in much too long. The separation between them had been a lot harder on each of them than they’d even realized but especially for Nat. She wasn’t used to being separated for so long and it was something she thought would be a little easier than it had been. Every time she faced another night alone or weekend without hearing that familiar loud laughter, she felt her heart dropping a little. 

Nat had thrown herself into her work even more, focusing on her artwork and although it helped get her mind off of missing Chris, it had caused her to be more burned out than she had imagined. But now she finally was here with him. She could finally breathe in his scent and feel his hand rubbing up and down her arm as he stepped closer and lowly said, “I missed you so fucking much, Nattie.” 

The look in those blue eyes of his gazing at her from under those long eyelashes had her getting weak at the knees. She couldn’t resist being able to finally wrap her arms around him, feeling the firm muscles of his back underneath his soft white tee shirt as his arms came around her waist and caged her in. In an instant his mouth was on hers, kissing Nat completely senseless as she started feeling dizzy, needing nothing more in this moment than him. 

She loved him so fully, so completely that she couldn’t wait a second longer to pull away, breathless as she whispered, “I love you, Chris.” The moment was so intense, both of them so desperate for one another and their chest heaving as they tried to catch their breath, but that one statement from her seemed to stop everything. Nat was still pressed up against him as he lifted his head, his tender eyes looking down at her as he reminded her, “I love you too, Nat. So much.” 

And as if Nat wasn’t already feeling lightheaded enough, those words sent waves of emotions straight to her heart while Chris’ lips attached to her neck as she melted into him. Their lips kept finding one another’s, kissing over and over again while each of their hands grasped at any bit of each other that they could as they stumbled toward the tiny bedroom in the trailer, clothes being peeled off and discarded as they went. 

Chris couldn’t have moved faster if he tried, and before Nat knew it he had her laying back on the bed and was buried deep inside her. Her left hand came up to grab his cheek as her right hand moved down to cup his firm ass, and Nat found herself emotional at being able to finally see that gorgeous face of his in person instead of across a phone screen. They were finally back together and nothing felt better. 

They just held each other’s eye contact for a long moment before Nat saw Chris’ eyes flutter closed as he leaned down to kiss her deeply and she felt herself clench around him from the deep love she felt, making Chris have to pull away from her lips to groan from the feeling. Nat felt so good, overwhelmed by the feeling of having him buried deep inside her while her hand reached up to run through his brown hair while he littered kisses across her chest. They were so in love and so happy in this moment and their arms came around each other to cling tightly together while Chris’ hips started moving in and out at a slow loving pace. 

“Oh god, Chris. Fuck, you feel so good,” she whimpered as her body curled up into his, her left hand trailing down his back to rest on his firm ass, giving it a good squeeze right as he thrust into her. 

“Love you so fuckin’ much Nat,” Chris grunted, pressing a sweet kiss to her neck before his hips continued to slowly rock in and out. “I missed you. I missed feeling you.” 

Nat felt herself melting underneath him, unable to even respond to him with just how incredible he was stretching her out. Both Chris and Nat were just soaking in this glorious moment, wrapped up in the comfort of having each other in their arms once again. The only sounds in the trailer were their pants, their normal running dialogue and praises were silenced, both just too overwhelmed by the love and emotions they both were feeling. Eventually when Chris heard Nat’s sweet whimpers, he picked up his pace, burying his face in her neck to nuzzle a few kisses, his firm sweaty chest pressed against hers, allowing Nat to feel his quick heartbeat. 

“Chris please, baby I need to feel you,” Nat urged him breathlessly, her hands grasping at those broad shoulders. 

Nat was too wrapped up in keeping her own breathing at bay that she didn’t realize that Chris was barely hanging on already but hearing her words nearly drove him over the edge. She whimpered when he lifted his chest up a bit, leaving space between them before he dropped his hand down between them, changing to slower little thrusts as he let his thumb find her sensitive clit, rubbing quick tight circles while he encouraged her, “C’mon baby, let go. I wanna see that gorgeous face you make. I wanna feel you squeeze me, Nattie.” 

The white hot heat was pulsing through her and Nat couldn’t help it, letting her body release as her smooth walls gripped Chris so tight a long obscene moan poured from his lips. He held onto her hips tightly, keeping himself fully seated inside her as his essence filled her. Nat felt like she was going to pass out when her eyelids fluttered open and she looked up, seeing Chris’ eyes shut tight, his mouth hanging open as he panted and a few dark hairs hanging over his sweaty forehead as he tried to regain his breathing. 

Needing to feel him close, Nat reached up to grab the gold St. Christopher’s medallion around his neck and gave it a gentle tug, silently telling him what she wanted. Feeling weak as he still recovered, he practically collapsed on top of her small frame, careful to keep his weight on the mattress so he didn’t hurt her. Nat wrapped a leg around his firm behind, her arms holding onto him tightly while he nuzzled his face back to the crook of her neck, his beard prickling her skin that his lips soothed with gentle kisses. 

It had been too long, much too long, since they had gotten to have moments like this and neither were ready to let go just yet. As much as they wanted to just stay together in the glow of that moment, they eventually pulled themselves from the bed and took a quick shower, both changing into their comfortable clothes before walking hand in hand to where Chris’ car was parked. 

They happily caught up as they drove home, Chris filling her in on all the little things that had happened the past few days when they hadn’t had much time to talk. As much as Nat loved to listen to his animated stories, she loved being able to see him in person, getting to run her hand along his back once they had gotten to his temporary place during filming, laughing as she kept dropping things while they cooked dinner and hearing that loud laugh. Just getting to physically be together made all the different for Nat, feeling more happy and centered than she had in a long time. 

As they ate dinner, a comfortable silence fell upon them before settling into their routine of cleaning up, Nat washing dishes while Chris dried but even that felt good. Nat was exhausted, the past couple of months at work draining her but none of that seemed to matter now. Not while she was with him, reminding her of all the things in life that really mattered. 

Just as Nat had shut off the running water and handed Chris the last plate to wipe dry, she caught the look in his eye, seeing a softness there before he leaned in for a soft kiss, his hand that wasn’t holding the dishrag rubbing along her arm as he revealed, “I’m so glad you’re here, Nattie.” 

“I think you mentioned that before," she just couldn’t help but tease him, bumping her hip against his before drying off her hands. 

“Well I’m going to mention it again because I mean it,” Chris called over his shoulder as he put the plate away in the cabinet, then turning to toss the rag onto the counter so his hands could be free to grasp at her hips and pull her into him, “I’m just really happy you were able to come this weekend. I’m sorry I only have the weekend off.” 

Nat just shrugged as her arms wrapped around his neck loosely, her fingers toying with the ends of his fluffy brown hair while acknowledging, “I doubt I would have been able to stay any longer than the weekend anyway. I have to be at the daily on Monday morning, so it actually works out well.”  

“Sounds like you’re still really busy at work,” Chris’ eyebrow rose. 

Her arms fell from around his neck before trudging over toward the couch, scratching Dodger on the way by before curling up onto the cushions as she countered, “You’re gone anyway so I might as well work a lot.” 

“You already were working a lot before.” 

“There’s just a lot going on right now,” she tried to remind him as he made his own way to the couch, coming to sit near her, angling his body toward her as his thick arm came to rest across the top of the couch cushions. 

“When won’t there be though, Nattie? It seems like you’re always swamped with work these days.” 

Nat knew that part of what he was saying was true. Lately there weren’t many days that weren’t crazy busy but the other part of her knew that he didn’t understand. Chris never had a conventional job. He didn’t understand the type of job where so many things depend on others, deadlines, and going through the grind of putting in hours everyday, then sending off the latest pieces for approval before making the countless adjustments as requested. It wasn’t that his job wasn’t challenging or didn’t take work, but she knew that his view of time off was extremely different from hers. If he needed a break, he had the ability to take one, but if she needed a break and didn’t work, it would mean getting fired and only having enough savings to last a short time. 

She knew that her job had been a point of contention lately, both of them struggling with the separation they were both facing and the heavy workload causing a lot of extra stress for her but she just didn’t want to start the weekend out this way. Nat got such limited time with him now that she didn’t want to get into something that would cause an argument and ended up reaching over to rest a hand on his thigh, conveying, “Chris, I’m really not trying to be dismissive but I don’t want to talk about work. I just want to focus on us being together.” 

It looked as if the wheels in his brain were churning as he sat there for a moment. It was obvious there was more he wanted to say, more behind what he was feeling but ultimately deciding to drop it and agreed, “You’re right, let’s forget about work.” He took her hand from his sweatpant covered thigh and pressed a kiss in her palm before saying,  “Although the one work thing I am happy about is the Lightyear premiere because then I know I’ll get you for almost an entire week while I’m in LA.” 

“I always get emotional at premieres because of getting to see the culmination of years of animation that we’ve worked on but this one is going to be even more emotional,” Nat already knew that this one film held so many more emotions than normal not only because of so much more work that she’d poured into it, but because of the relationship it’d brought to her life. “I already know I’ll be crying like a baby.” 

“Why? I thought I didn’t even make your top three favorite voice actors?” Chris couldn’t help but tease with that sideways smile on his face. 

“Well I’ve kind of grown partial to you.” 

“You better have,” he chuckled softly as he playfully shoved her shoulder gently before his tone shifted and she saw his eyes sparkling in the dim lights as Chris asked, “Is your family still planning on coming to the premiere?” 

Nat bubbled with laughter, knowing that was a rhetorical question. Her family had been buzzing about this for so long and she rested her own elbow on the back of the couch, her hand coming to prop up her cheek as she informed him, “Oh yeah, they’re so excited. The last one they came to was Inside Out so Ella doesn’t even remember it, and then Lily and Carson weren’t even born. Zach and Alex weren’t even married yet so this will be Zach’s first premiere too.” 

“And the first one where you’ve been the lead character design too, right?” 

“Yeah so you’re going to have to give me red carpet lessons,” Nat smiled, having a hard time in this moment understanding that as he sat there in his worn tee shirt and black sweatpants while he laughed and teased her, that he was the same guy as the man who stood on red carpets posing for the hundreds of photographers calling his name. 

“I’m not the person to ask, I’m on and off that shit as fast as humanly possible,” he tipped his head back with a laugh before turning it lazily to look at her with a hand reaching over to rest on her knee, “But you’re right, this is going to be a special one. My family is already pumped about coming.” 

“I’m so glad I’ll get to see your family again. I loved getting to spend more time with them when I came out to Boston last month,” she mused while her thoughts drifted back to the President’s Day weekend when she had been able to take that Friday off, giving her almost four full days visiting him in Boston and spending time with his family that she hadn’t gotten to see enough of, including finally getting to meet his father and the rest of his family members for a few quick hours. 

Being in Boston for only the second time had allowed her to see that other side of Chris. That completely unguarded and calm self, being completely comfortable and at ease. It wasn’t that he wasn’t ever like that when they were alone, or when he had come to Washington to be with her and her family, but seeing him in his beloved and true home let her see such a beautiful side of him that they both had needed to endure these long stretches apart. 

With a point of his finger and a loud cackle, Chris told her, “Carly still wants to get even on Monopoly so we’ll have to break that out while they’re here.” 

“Are they going to stay with you when they come?” Nat wondered, slipping her hand into his and just enjoying getting to have those soft touches as they talked. 

“Well, I was actually thinking about renting them an AirBnB or getting a few hotel rooms for them all to stay at so I could invite your family to stay at my place,” he shrugged, eyes glancing over to where Dodger had wandered in with a toy in his mouth. 

“Chris, that’s so sweet but you don’t need to do that. I don’t want that to take away from you having time with your family,” Nat was quick to speak up, not wanting him to feel like he needed to prioritize her family over his but when his blue eyes came back to meet hers, she knew it was anything but that. 

He just shook his head before leaning in to steal a quick kiss, settling back into the cushions as her legs came to drape over his lap. Chris’ hand wandered up and down her thigh covered in the black leggings she was wearing as he insisted, “I want to, Nattie. I get plenty of time with my family and still will that week, but I want your family to be able to spread out and have a comfortable place to stay, especially with having the younger kids and baby Jack.” 

“You’re so thoughtful it’s almost sickening,” Nat laughed as he blushed softly from her teasing praise. “You’re seriously going to be the kids’ favorite person because they still talk about your pool to this day.” 

He held up his hands in defense, stating, “Hey as long as I’m winning them over, that’s all that matters.” 

“You’ve won them over a long time ago,” Nat knew how true that was. There wasn’t hardly one FaceTime that she had with those three kids that she loved so much without them asking or saying something about Chris. They’d all fallen in love with him over the Thanksgiving week that he’d spent with them but Nat knew that all of it paled in comparison to how much she loved him. How much she truly, deeply, purely loved him. “Besides, they all know I’m not planning on letting you go anytime soon.” 

“Well I’m happy to hear that because that means we’re on the same page.” 

And Nat knew that they truly were. Neither one had to guess how the other felt, wondering if their love was returned just as deeply or if the other was just as committed. Despite the strain of work and struggling to see eye to eye in certain moments about it, they knew that at the base of everything was nothing but love for each other and nothing felt better than that. 

A/N: We'll be back next week with a new chapter! We wanted to let you guys know (in case you hadn't seen it already!) that we are taking the week of 4/27 off from posting due to our schedules then. We both are very busy then and wouldn't be around to handle the postings!

[good-beanswrites]

sorryf im being mentally ill about hallucination event right now SO in the LCSyS au, would there be something like it :o? Like after all of it's over or something, how crazy would it be if Jackalope tried to get them all together just to do one last concert?

Never apologize for being mentally ill about Milgram content 😌👍 We are all in it together 😔👍I'm combining this answer with a reply to @kikithedeceiver (and spiraling out of control from both)

I've had a lot of ideas about the project being public in LCSyS, but was holding off including it for few reasons – the audience’s voices would conflict with Es as their own character. Knowing the public was watching would change the way the prisoners acted (even if they thought they were acting natural). It’s a long time that the families would have to deal with the public knowing about their loved one’s almost-crime. I also like the idea of this au ending with the prisoners returning to very normal lives. 

Buuuuut it is such a fun idea, and popularity seems an essential part of an actors au. So, I’m not naming this as canon, but here’s a pitch if you liked that idea and wanted to run with it :3

The team doesn’t tell the participants that they’ve been recording/collecting certain material to release. If a translation is left out by accident, the prisoners just assume it’s for a foreign team member – they have no idea how close/far Milgram reaches. 

The third trial begins. The prisoners are inside the prison, and on the final stretch of the trials. On the outside, Jackalope contacts families for signatures to release the material publicly. The team thought about censoring names and things, but seeing current fans’ investigation skills, they knew it was a matter of time before they put pieces together anyway. This may be super illegal but for the sake of the story I’ll say that family consent is enough lmao.

Some of them are easy to convince to sign off on everything, since it can raise awareness for their loved one’s struggles. Muu’s family takes the longest, as it would risk ruining their reputation. (They’re only swayed because it truly is a great opportunity to show off Muu’s talents for those modeling scouts, and she didn’t actually kill anyone in the end.) Kazui’s family refuses to release his info, but Hinako uses sway with her marital status to sign off instead (I pictured things happening fast enough where she hasn’t gotten an official divorce yet). Hinako still struggles with what he did, but she thinks he’s doing something incredibly brave now. I’m not 100% sure what’s going through Amane’s father’s mind, but if the murder really was in line with the cult’s beliefs, maybe he believes that Amane will be be a shining representation of their religion. He wants to show her off as their little golden child.

The experiment is published in its current form: music videos, voice dramas, timeline conversations, interrogation questions, etc. It’s brought to more than just science/psychology circles, though. Jackalope has no shame in marketing it as entertainment, hence the stockholders mentioned. He assures the sociologists that this will be a major breakthrough for them. He tells music labels he's got the new hit thing for them. He leans into the excitement of releases and merchandise in the hopes of gaining attention for the experiment. Needless to say, it works. Even though the audience has no sway over Es’ decisions, they are encouraged to make decisions for themselves on what they would judge each prisoner. There’s the same types of theory/analysis/discourse posts passed around. 

When the trials end, the prisoners are released into the world to find they’re famous. Instead of trudging back to their lives feeling that society hates them, they find tons of adoring fans telling them how much they understand and forgive them. Even if their final verdict was guilty, they have hundreds of voices assuring them that they are loved. That they are not alone. This attention really helps Haruka, Amane, (and maybe Es) who don’t have a good home to go back to. Not only can they reenter society, they are welcomed with open arms. They are looked after and showered in love. Some of the adults realize they want to use this popularity to lead the charge of social change. They create/support projects meant to help people who are facing their struggles.

And of course, there’s the other type of fame as well. Yuno loves answering fanmail and turning her karaoke hobby into a music career. Kazui goes from a life of feeling rejected and disgusting to scrolling through comments upon comments of men oogling him. Mahiru gets offers from fashion magazines and blogs to write up sections about self-love. Amane gets to live out her dream of being a performer, hinted at in her first two mvs. Fuuta is flustered by all the positive attention his appearance/voice is getting. Mikoto… well, I just wish him luck when he opens tiktok…

Which brings us to the live event! The prisoners have tried to keep in touch while adjusting to their new lives as almost-murderers-turned-idols. They’re amazed at how well-recieved the trial songs were. Those were some of their most personal, shameful secrets, and people relate to them? People love singing them?? People want a concert featuring them??? Jackalope encourages them to get together for one last encore. Some are thrilled with the opportunity, others are still nervous about the whole thing. Some think it’s in poor taste, that Jackalope is milking them for entertainment. But with a bit of conversing amongst themselves, they realize they all want a chance to sing like that again, and see each other in one place again. (It’s ironic because in my head Mahiru is the one to convince everyone to come ;--;) 

It’s strange putting on the uniforms again. Es is unsure about putting on their guard’s cloak. But the minute they stop onstage, they’re met with wild applause. They can sing their fears and dreams to a huge crowd and see in real time how it’s reaching others. They hear the cheers after each song. They hear that it’s streamed all over the world. All of them have an absolute blast, and pour their heart and soul into their performances.

[volturiwolf]

Ker si en delček vzela s seboj - Bojan x fem!musician!reader - part 1

A/N: Sentences/words written in italics are in their native languages, or to emphasize a few things.

A/N 2: AI was mostly used to write the lyrics, I changed a few things.

A/N 3: Not everything is accurate/according to what actually happened. Many things are made up, like this story.

A/N 4: This story and the way the characters play out have nothing to do with the real people. This is an imaginary story, in an imaginary world, with imaginary situations.

This series contains explicit/mature/adult content (use of drugs and alcohol, explicit material, swearing, etc).

“But I got my power in my hand / You hold no power over me

And I’ll take my flowers while I can / So let the love shower over me”

Dilja’s song had to be one of my favorite but most underrated songs of this year’s competition. She was not even 21,5 and her voice was pure power. She was performing right after us, so I got to watch her from the side, as soon as we got off stage because I didn’t want to miss a thing.

“Hey, (Y/N). Come on, everyone went back in the box.” Alex nudged me a bit to get my attention.

The ‘box’ wasn’t a box per se; it was a designated area for all the Eurovision acts to hang out during the Barcelona pre-party, surrounded by fans, other contestants, and past contestants. It had soft sofas, and tables full of snacks and drinks. Thank God, because I was already feeling my feet hurting from all the sightseeing we did yesterday.

“Give me a sec. She’s almost done.” I was moving around on my own, trying to be as respectful as I could during Dilja’s performance. 

Once she finished, I clapped along with the audience and waited for her as she walked off stage to give her a congratulatory hug. We walked towards the box to meet the others as ‘Wild Youth’ was ready to take the stage.

It was only the first of the ESC Pre-Parties but we were all lucky to stay in the same hotel, so I got to meet the others in the hotel lobby two days ago. Our band, ‘Kitty Revival’, which was representing Greece, arrived a few days before the others, so we had some time to explore the city on our own.

I hadn’t been here in almost 9 years (tomorrow, it would be 9 years actually) and I was excited to see all the places I didn’t get to see when I was here on my last-year school trip.

Dilja and I got along from the beginning and got to do some sightseeing together. My sister also came along as she was the only one who spoke Spanish and I had once promised her to take her to Barcelona sometime in the future. She was only a year older than Dilja so they had a few things in common - more than Dilja and I actually.

Until now, I had met all of the acts at the pre-party, and I had made some friends - mostly Dilja, Mae, Iru, and Joker Out. Most of them were younger than me, but we still had a lot to talk about, like living the whole Eurovision experience - or at least, part of it.

Greece hadn't been participating in the pre-parties, but I really wanted to take the chance. It didn’t only mean song promotion, but also PR and getting to know the other participants. We practically had to beg the Greek delegation to let us participate in the pre-parties because they actually thought we shouldn’t. 

As Dilja went to sit next to Mae, I went to sit next to my bandmate, Alkmini “Mini”, but Jan from JO quickly took over the seat. I raised my brow at him, but he just shrugged and pointed towards his old seat, next to Bojan, his bandmate.

I turned towards Mini. “We’ll talk later, okay?”

She simply nodded and I went to sit next to Bojan. The Slovenians had already performed first out of everyone else, so he was now stretching comfortably, but the moment he saw me, he moved a bit to make some space for me. “Thanks”, I murmured, hoping he’d hear it.

“You were amazing out there!”, Bojan tried to speak over Ireland’s song but he ended up screaming a tad too loud, trying to sneak his arm around me. Thankfully, I was used to the loudness and didn’t mind, but his arm made my heart race involuntarily.

I turned towards him to watch him smiling brightly, looking dazed and mesmerized, making me wonder how many drinks he had already. I could already see that Kris - who usually looked very mature for being the youngest one - was on the verge of being wasted already, screaming and dancing around. And we weren't even at the actual party that was gonna be just us.

Bojan was a natural flirt and could mesmerize anyone - I got that from the very first moment we met, and I wasn’t going to deny that he was so good-looking, and how he was slowly but surely making me let my guard down.

I leaned towards his ear. “How many drinks did you have already? We still have a long way to go until the end of the night. We still have an actual party to go to later"

“I had a few. Don’t worry. I can handle my alcohol.” His breath was tickling my ear, and I felt goosebumps as he laughed with himself. I couldn't help but smile at him.

He went on to talk about all the places they visited with his bandmates, the 'Wild Youth' and the ‘Sudden Lights’ guys today; some of which I had already visited. He kept telling me that he was 'too excited' to see all these amazing places and practice his Spanish with the locals.

"Though I wish you could come with us, as well. I mean you…your bandmates and you. Not you, you, as in you, (Y/N). You know what I mean?" Bojan was laughing awkwardly, trying to deal with his sudden embarrassment.

"I know. I wish we could come with you guys, but my bandmates insisted that we had some extra rehearsals for today. It's the first time we play outside of our usual area range, and everybody's kind of nervous about the whole thing. We mostly had people who speak Greek listening to our music and coming to our gigs, so this is totally different."

Bojan let out a giggle that made my heart thrill. "I totally get what you mean. Don't worry about anything. Your guitar skills are magija, magic, and your song is really good. I love hearing it. I love hearing you sing. Even if it's only in the back." Bojan moved a little closer at this point.

I didn't know how to feel about him at that moment. I wanted to lean closer to him, but it felt a bit out-of-character for me, and not entirely appropriate, given the time and place. I gave him an awkward thumbs-up and excused myself before I acted out of instinct that should not come to the surface.

I walked in front of Mini and gave her a signal to follow me. We walked to the bathroom, where it was significantly quieter than the box or the pit. I could think better here where I wasn’t overwhelmed with sounds, feelings, touches, and smells.

“Your cheeks are a tad red. You're flustered. What happened?” Mini had a talent for knowing how I felt without me saying a word, so there was no point in hiding the truth from her. We have been playing in the same band for over a decade now, so it made sense that she learned to “read” me well, even when I wasn’t trying to show any emotion.

“I think Bojan is flirting with me? Or not? I cannot really get him. He seems flirty with everyone - without actually flirting, you know? - but he’s more…expressive to me? He has confused me.” Maybe I was exasperating but the Slovene made me feel…things already, and I didn’t want to be just me, imagining things that weren’t there.

“Well, I do think he’s acting 'flirty' with you. And many others. But he hasn’t been like that with me, or Alex, or Dimi, or Stef. Just you from the band.”

“So? What do you think?”

“I honestly don’t know. Was he like that on the first day? When we went sightseeing?”

I tried to think of yesterday when we got into the mini-tour bus the party organizers booked for us and went around the town with Joker Out, Wild Youth, Sudden Lights, Tvorchi, Iru, Dilja, and Mae. We started early in the morning so we'd have enough time to see everything.

I was supposed to sit with the girls in the last row, but it was already taken by Jure, Jan, Conor, Andrii, and Jimoh. So, now we all had to split.

Iru and Mae sat together, and Dilja sat with my sister; Ed decided to sit next to our tour guide, with Callum and David close by.

I wasn’t annoyed by that; I was going to sit with Mini either way, but, at the last minute, she chose to sit with Dimi, leaving Alex and Stef to sit together. Okay, I would sit on my own - no issue with that.

Okay, I was annoyed; it reminded me of my school years, being the last one to get selected for anything. I couldn’t wait for the bus to start, so I wouldn’t have to think about being alone, not being chosen, and such, even if it wasn't supposed to be for long.

Against my initial thoughts, I felt someone sit next to me. I pretended I didn’t notice, but then they tapped my shoulder and I had to turn to look at them. To my surprise, it was Bojan who sat next to me.

I raised my glasses to look at him better. “What happened? Did your band abandon you, too?”

He looked around the bus, pointing at Kris and Nace who sat diagonal from us, in the front. “You could say that. They sat in pairs and I was left out. I hope you don't mind me sitting with you. I had nowhere else to sit."

So, he didn't choose to sit with me. It was just a convenience. "Yeah, no problem. Don't mind me." I turned around to look outside of the window; I really wished I had my headphones with me at that moment, but I left them in my hotel room.

Part of me was trying to focus on watching the city as we drove through it, but the other part of me was trying to decipher what Bojan was doing right beside me, without actually having to turn around and look at him.

“Hey, um…(Y/N), right?” Bojan spoke up and I had to turn around again.

“Yeah. And you’re Bojan. Bojan Cvjetićanin, right?” I raised an eyebrow at him. I thought he heard my name yesterday when we introduced ourselves to each other.

“Yeah.” He smiled widely. “I didn’t expect you or anyone to remember my last name actually.” He chuckled awkwardly.

“I remember everyone’s full name. Part of having an acoustic encoding and a photographic memory.”

“Oh, nice. So, (Y/N), speaking of photographic memory, do you know where we are going? I didn’t have time to look at our program.”

The program was given to us, specifically to know when and what we would do each day!

"Well, they'll drive us up to Montjuïc Hill first, so we can see the city from above. We'll visit the castle and then they'll drive us to the Botanical Gardens, then to Anella Olímpica, which is actually near the venue where the party with the fans will take place. Then, we'll visit the Spanish Village, then Parc Güell, and then, back to the city center. They'll leave us at Barri Gòtic, the gothic neighborhood and we have free time to visit whatever we want. I'll go to the Picasso Museum, Casa Battló, Casa Amatller, Casa Malagrida, and I'll have to find a way to go to Sagrada Familia, otherwise, I see myself unable to walk in the near future. Lunch is at 5 o'clock. The meeting point is Plaça de Catalunya, which is actually close to where we're having tomorrow's private party."

"Do they say what kind of lunch are we having?"

"They mention 'traditional Spanish cuisine', so I assume tapas, paella, gazpacho, and such."

"Oh, okay. I hope they got the memo about Nace on time."

I thought about it for a moment. "He shouldn’t eat gluten, right?”

“Yeah..? How do you know about that?”

“Because I cannot eat dairy and sugar, so I had to email them beforehand to let them know. So they sent me the menu to choose feasible options and let me know that there would also be gluten-free options for ‘another contestant’ with intolerance, just in case I had any other dietary restrictions. And I actually shouldn’t eat gluten because of my thyroid, but there aren’t enough gluten-free options in Greece, so...”

I just realized I started talking too much again and I stopped before I embarrassed myself more than I had already, but Bojan was looking at me…fascinated. His eyes were on me and he was perked up, waiting for me to continue my narration, but I thought that he hadn’t talked at all yet.

“So, have you ever been to Barcelona before?”

“As a band, no. Only Jure has never been here before. I was actually born here but we moved back to Slovenia when I was little, although I think I know a few Spanish but only now do I get the chance to speak with someone who actually speaks the language, you know? What about you? Have you?”

“Actually yeah, I have been to Barcelona before, but like almost nine years ago. Last-year school trip. We call it ‘triti lykeiou’, the third of high school. So it’s been some time, and even then, we didn’t get to see everything, or at least things that I wished we could see, like the inside of Sagrada Familia or the Picasso Museum.”

We continued talking for most of the time, from the moment we sat together on the bus till the moment we went back to the hotel, as Bojan became one of my ‘fellow travelers’ for the day, along with the rest of Joker Out, my band, and my sister. Bojan turned out to be a very pleasant person to talk to; it felt like I was talking to an old friend - effortless, familiar, meaningful. He was the most sociable and chatty out of all JO members, though, at times, I appreciated Jan’s more quiet company.

“I don’t know. Really. He was talkative, friendly. He may have seemed flirty and all that, but maybe it’s his way of communicating with others. Every time I try to speak with someone, they think I come out as flirting with them when I don’t. Maybe that’s just Bojan.” I shrugged, not caring to talk about it further.

“Okay. So, do you actually want to pee or…? We have been here for some time. The boys will be worried.”

“You can go back if you want. I’ll pee and I’ll be back shortly.”

I was quickly done, but stayed in the bathroom for a few more minutes, going through the photos I took yesterday. Bojan was in at least 90% of the group photos. He was obviously very photogenic, and he looked so smiley and happy. I took photos of every single one of our tour group, but Bojan would constantly find a way to get in, photobombing everyone’s photos.

I caught myself smiling, and I couldn’t deny that he was the reason I was currently smiling and silently laughing on my own. Going to his Instagram, I immediately saw he had uploaded on his stories and I was too curious not to click.

He had mainly reposted some videos from the Joker Out's official Instagram account with today's meet and greet, fans' photos, them getting ready for the pre-party, and a few short videos of them 'partying' before the audience pre-party. 

And then, there was a video of my band playing on stage, but going through the video, it was mostly focused on me playing my guitar. It was…different, seeing myself through Bojan's eyes; the way his camera was moving from my guitar to my face, watching my 'concentrated' look.

I felt myself getting hot and my cheeks burning again. I felt a pain in my stomach - not sharp per se, but it was enough to make me notice it, accompanied by a light headache. I was pretty sure that it wasn't because of the few drinks I had; I could only attribute it to the tiredness of the past couple of days. I hadn't eaten well because I was embarrassed to eat in front of the others, and yesterday was slightly too hot outside. 

I leaned against the wall, trying to take a breath, but I knew I just needed to sit down and everything would be okay. I exited the bathroom as calmly as I could and went back to the box to find a place to sit. 

My seat next to Bojan was now taken by Mae, who was laughing loudly and enjoying herself, sliding her hand over Bojan's toned arm. I felt a bite of jealousy and sadness in my heart. Of course, there would be others interested in Bojan.

Bojan himself was smiling back at her while drinking from his champagne glass. He was having fun, and he seemed as interested in her as she was in him. The pain in my stomach became sharper now, but I didn't want to let others know how I felt, so I quietly took a seat on Alex's lap, as I usually did.

Alex wrapped his arms around my waist out of instinct - that's what we always did; that's how we all acted with each other in the band. We were all very open with each other, to the point we would even walk around naked when we were staying in the same hotel room or tour bus or each other's house if we felt like it. It wasn't forced; we were just comfortable with being close and intimate with each other.

They were all currently discussing possible places to tour in the summer if we got good feedback from the competition and the audience.

"What do you say, (Y/N/N)? Where would you like to go this summer?" Alex spoke calmly.

"Ideally, on vacation." Everyone snorted laughingly. "But if I had to choose, I'd say ask the people where they want us and we can go on from there. See if there's a way to arrange something."

"I guess that would be the most fair thing to do. Since we don't know where we stand with the people's view in this competition."

They all nodded, agreeing, before going back to talking about food. I sighed, trying to forget that I hadn't eaten anything since yesterday night, and snuggled my head in the crook of Alex's neck.

"Tough day?" Alex whispered as the others continued talking to each other.

"Tough day, you don't say anything." I was close with all the guys in the band, but Alex was more understanding and easier to talk to.

Alex glanced at me rubbing my tummy. "You're not on your period, right? That was last week?" 

"No, it's not that. It's…" I looked towards Bojan and Mae, not so discreetly may I say, so Alex caught up quickly.

"Ha." He paused for a few seconds. "You're jealous. Who is it this time? Bojan or Mae?" I was open to my friends about my sexuality, but I never talked about it to others because I never had to or wanted to explain myself.

"Bojan. I don't know, Alex. I don't want to be just another participant thirsting over another one. Or be one of the people thirsting over him. I don't want to risk approaching him, only to be rejected. I'm tired of that."

Alex kissed me on my cheek and rubbed his nose against it. "I don't want to tell you what to do and what not to do, (Y/N). But I will tell you that we all take risks in our lives. We took a risk by being here, exposing ourselves to millions. If it's a risk worth taking, you should take the chance." He paused for a second. "And for what is worth, I think he may also be jealous now."

"How do you know that?"

"I've been glancing at him this whole time, and he hasn't stopped looking toward us. If looks could kill, I'd be chopped right now."

I turned my head to look at Bojan's side, and I saw he was already looking at us, mouth agape, and eyes wide open. We kept looking at each other for just a few seconds until he stood up and went away, probably towards the bathroom or somewhere else.

Could it be that he thought Alex and I were dating and he got jealous? No, no way. Bojan had a much too interesting life if I were to say so, looking through his social, to even care if I was with someone or not. Every participant was charmed by the Slovenian golden retriever. Everyone loved him. He had too many options to care about me and my life.

And he may have seemed interested yesterday, but today he was talking, drinking, and flirting with everyone like he was in his natural environment. I just had to forget all the things he made me feel, even for a day or two, and continue being civil with him because we had over 1 and a half months ahead of us until all this was over and we went back to our usual lives.

Though it was easier said than done, as, no matter how much I tried to avoid him over the next week during the Polish pre-party - unless it was a group activity or obligation, he always managed to be there somehow. 

Was it a last-minute meet and greet with local fans before the pre-party? He somehow was close by, with the rest of his bandmates, probably having 'decided' to make a sudden meet-up of their own in the same area we did.

I tried not to notice how flirty and handsy he was with everyone, especially Noa when she showed up at the Israeli pre-party. She wasn't sent to perform, but as Israel hosted the pre-party, she must have been assigned as our co-hostess and presenter for the night.

I didn't know Noa was Bojan's soft spot, his weakness, until I saw a random post on Twitter, dated 2 months ago. It was uploaded by the official Joker Out account on Twitter, featuring Bojan. Noa was his weakness - his ‘weak point’, to be exact.

Now it made perfect sense why he seemed so infatuated with her and was pretty much following her around the whole night, except for when he had to go on stage and perform. And even then, he personally thanked Noa for her hospitality and how amazing and organized the party was.

I was really trying not to think of all that, not to think that the man I liked was flirting, touching, and partying with everyone else but me. I tried not to think that he could be going to bed with someone else, especially not me.

And then came Jere, going by the alias 'Käärijä'. And he was cute and kind and funny. And they immediately clicked with Bojan and they started spending as much time as they could together. And I would hang out with my bandmates, Iru, and Mae, and now also Alessandra, Alika, Teya, Salena, the 'Vesna' girls, and Elen, who went by the stage name 'Brunette'.

But it wasn't the same as it was that one day with Bojan, and though I was happy for him seemingly having found someone who actually made him happy, I couldn't help myself from wishing I was that someone.

Nevertheless, I tried to have as much fun as I could, without thinking of him or anyone else. And I did have fun, partying, singing, playing guitar, and going out with the other contestants, even Joker Out.

I was acting like nothing bothered me, and I was getting pretty good at it. In public. Because every time we got back to our hotel rooms, I fell into the abyss of my loneliness.

When we had a free day before the Amsterdam pre-party, everyone else went out, getting to know the city by night, but I decided to stay in my room, feeling too tired - emotionally - to have fun.

Lying in my bed, in my short, pink and wine-red nightgown, strumming my acoustic guitar, and humming, occasionally gulping some of the wine Mini bought a day ago, trying to find a new music or line for how I felt at the moment.

It wasn't usually hard to write a paragraph or two because it was usually a collective job, but I wasn't as emotionally charged before as I was now. Though, when I started strumming the chords, the lyrics started writing themselves.

You get on with life as that shy boy,

You're an adorable kinda person.

You like singing and playing hooky.

You like to contemplate life.

But when you start to daydream,

Your mind turns straight to him.

Sometimes I look at you and I look into your eyes,

I notice the way you think about him with a smile,

Curved lips you just can't disguise.

But you think it's singing making your life worthwhile.

Why is it so hard for you to decide which you love more?

Singing or living?

You like to use words about life.

But when you stop talking,

Your mind turns straight to him.

You like to hang out with me.

But when left alone,

Your mind turns straight back to him.

You hate crying and confrontation.

But you just think back to him,

And you're happy once again.

Oh, God. It was as soppy as it could get. But I bet Alex and Stef could probably make something good out of it. I wasn't good at the final editing and corrections, but I was good at laying all my emotions on the table and coming up with a rough layout of a possible song. 

A rough knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I checked the time on my phone. 01:36. Oh, no. I must have been too loud and someone got mad and came to complain.

I quickly and quietly tiptoed towards the door, waiting to be screamed at, for playing guitar at that time. I should have remembered that not everyone staying here was a Eurovision participant, and we were randomly put in our rooms. And it was probably late for some people.

Opening the door, I came face to face with a rather distressed Bojan. My heart fell at the sight of him. His hair was ruffled and stuck out all over the place. The dark circles under his eyes were more prominent than before, and his whole face was sunk.

"Hey, Bojan." I spoke quietly, aware now of how late it actually was. "What are you doing here? I thought you guys went out?"

He pointed into the room, and I took it as if he wanted to come in, so I took a step back to let him in. He walked heavily towards the small couch near the window, and let himself plop heavily into it.

We didn't speak for a few minutes, and the room felt heavy with awkwardness. I didn't know if I should speak or let him speak and explain why he was here at that time. I decided to break the tension.

"Hey, Bojan? Do you want me to bring you something to drink? Or eat? I have water, orange juice, cranberry juice, maybe some Greek koulourakia?"

He raised his eyes to look at me. His eyes were literally lost as if he was drinking heavily and managed to drive off somewhere he didn't know how he got there.

I took it as a signal to go through Mini and I's shared suitcase, and pick up a few things: a small pack of tsourekakia, a pack of oregano chips, an almond chocolate, and a can of Greek mountain tea from the fridge.

I placed them in Bojan's lap but he kept looking at me with those empty, lost eyes. "Eat up. You look like shit."

He let out a snort, smirking, as he awkwardly started opening the chips first. He snacked for a few minutes, occasionally closing his eyes, either out of pleasure or tiredness, I didn't know which one.

I looked at him closely, taking in his every perfect, little expression. He looked so small and fragile as he chugged down the oregano chips, like a little kid enjoying his afternoon snack. He saw me looking at him and offered me some of the chips.

"Thank you, but I can't eat them. They have milk powder in them." He shook his head and continued snacking.

He finished up and took the pack of tsourekakia in his hands, carefully examining the pack to understand what those were.

"They're like a small version of tsoureki, a Greek sweet-like bread which we eat as a snack, or sweet, or dessert. These have hazelnut praline in."

He shook his head again, as he opened the bag and grabbed one, throwing one in his mouth. The second he bit into it, his eyes rolled over his head, and I laughed at how much he enjoyed it. 

I grabbed the can of tea and opened it before offering it back to him. "To balance the sweetness."

Our fingers brushed each other's, and it felt like it was forever ago when I last touched Bojan. I couldn't help my need to stare at him forever. His chocolatey eyes sparked even more now than they usually did, probably because of the alcohol in the man's system.

Out of a sudden, he grabbed my free hand and pulled me into his lap. I was so shocked and taken aback, that I could only look at him with wide eyes. Thankfully, he didn't spill any tea on us or the couch, because it would have been awkward to explain how the sofa and the rug underneath were stained with cold tea.

I noticed my nightgown had risen a bit, so I quickly pulled it down before my underwear was shown. Bojan wrapped one arm around me, while the other started moving up my thigh and below my nightgown, where I tried to cover myself up. My heart literally skipped a beat under his touch and our close contact.

We could only stare at each other. I was scared of doing anything that he may misunderstand and he was a bit too cautious to do or say anything. Or so I thought because he leaned forward, towards me. I didn't move, partially because I was frozen and partially because I'd been wanting to be in this position with Bojan since Barcelona.

His lips brushed against mine, nibbling my lower lip enough to make my heartbeat skyrocket. I wanted to give in but I quickly realized that Bojan wasn't actually in his right mind and it wasn't okay to take advantage of his loose state. So, I pulled away and pushed myself out of his embrace. He tried to resist but he was weaker in his drunk state.

"Bojan, I think you should go to your room now. You're drunk, you're not thinking straight, and you may start doing things you will most likely regret in the morning."

"I would never regret kissing you. Not in a million years. Not when that's the one thing I wanted to do from the moment I met you." He spoke for the first time tonight, his voice coarse and intoxicating.

I couldn't deny that I thought he was a bit obnoxious at first; he seemed too happy, and excited, and bouncy to be real. But when I actually got to meet and talk to him, he seemed down-to-earth, and lovely, and loveable.

"I'll be honest with you. I wanted to kiss you since that day in Barcelona when we spoke for the whole day. But I know it, and you know it too, that you have to come to your senses, and if you still feel the same, we'll talk about it sometime in the future, okay? Now you'll have to go to your room before our friends come back."

Bojan tried to stand up with wobbly legs but fell back on the couch. I facepalmed myself, knowing that getting him to stand up and go to his room, two floors above me, would be extremely difficult, even with using the elevator.

"What if…", he mumbled, "...I stay here for tonight? Please?" He gave me his best, doe-like, pleading eyes, knowing exactly where to aim to convince me.

I sighed, not wanting or being in the mood to argue with him. I looked at the oversized bed and tried to make some calculations for how we were gonna fit properly.

"Okay, but I won't be giving up the whole bed. I'm older and sensitive. We'll both sleep as far as possible from each other, capisci?"

"Si, signora." Bojan smiled brightly, and my heart beat faster. I swore that man would be the death of me. Was I too old at 26 to die over a younger man?

Bojan extended his arms towards me, expecting me to help him get to bed. I took a deep breath to calm my rising temper and walked over to him. I grabbed him from the waist, slowly pulling him up, and he put as much weight as he could on me.

Lucky for me, the bed wasn't too far away. Because Bojan, though considered short for a man, was about 10 centimeters taller than me, and he was both muscular and curvy, just my type. Pulling him up would be a bit easier if I wasn't feeling under the weather, because of my upcoming period.

I managed to get him to bed safely, lifting his legs to lie down, and pushing him a bit towards the middle, scared that he was gonna fall off at some point. I noticed he had his eyes closed already, and he was breathing heavily, so I assumed he had fallen asleep already.

I went back to the shared suitcase and got some painkillers, then grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, and placed them in the nightstand beside him. I personally never had a hangover because I always knew I couldn't handle alcohol at all, so I only drank in moderation. But I knew how awful a terrible headache can make you feel for the whole day forward.

I covered him with a blanket, as it was a bit chilly, even in the seemingly warm hotel. Bojan looked so peaceful, like a little angel, slightly smiling in his sleep. I took a picture in my mind and a picture in my phone, to forever remember that moment.

It was only then that I noticed I had a text message from Mini. I left my phone on silent mode so I never heard the text sound. "We're coming in 20. Do you want us to bring you something?" Sent 12 minutes ago.

It was a bit too late to text them. They would probably not see it on time. I walked carefully and quietly to the bathroom and called Mini from there.

"Ei, (Y/N)! Did you get my message? Do you still want us to pick up something for you?"

"Yeah, yeah, it's all good." I tried to whisper but also make myself audible. "Mini, can you do me a favor? Can you stay with Alex tonight?"

"Why? Did something happen?"

"Ehm, I...have a visitor tonight…"

"Omg, (Y/N)! Did you finally get laid?!"

"Wait! (Y/N) got laid?!" I heard my bandmates' voices in the background, whistling and making too much noise.

"No! No, it's not that. He just came to see me, and he was too drunk to get back to his room."

"Okay, tell me everything or I'll come over to see. Who is it? Is he cute? What does he look like?"

"Mini, I can't tell you who it is. That's…private." Nothing was private with these four, but I couldn't just out Bojan like that.

"Is it Bojan?" Alex spoke clearly on the phone.

I sighed before speaking. "Yeah, it's him. Please don't make it way bigger than it already is."

"That's what she said! But seriously, I'm just messing with you. And don't worry about Mini; she'll stay with me. Maybe one of us will get lucky tonight."

There were a few milliseconds of silence before Alex growled an "Aouts!", probably Mini's response to his comment. I snorted. Alex wasn’t that type of a guy; he just liked to mess up with his friends, and he knew that Mini wasn’t one to enjoy his pranks, so he did it more to her.

“(Y/N)? Where are you?” I heard Bojan whining from the room.

“Guys, I have to go now, okay? I’ll text you if I need anything.”

I got off my phone before anyone could respond, and I walked out of the bathroom. Bojan was lying on his left side, eyes half closed, looking towards the bathroom door. I moved closer to the bed, and he shot me a sweet, yet bright smile upon seeing me.

“Hey, are you okay? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t sure how to approach him or his state; I didn’t want to seem like I was hitting hard on him or that I was looking for any reason to get close to him.

“Can you please come over?” His voice was coarse and it gave me goosebumps.

I slowly crawled onto the bed, moving slowly to keep myself covered. Bojan’s eyes never left mine, as he watched me moving around and getting closer and closer to him.

“Closer. Please.”

I crawled again until I reached him and laid down beside him, facing him. His eyes still held an untold tiredness, but he still kept them open, as if I’d walk away the second he closed them once again. He moved his arms around me, slipping one underneath me and pulling me into his embrace.

His body felt warm and inviting, and I could now smell the scent of his clothes and his body: baby powder, musk, vanilla, and sandalwood, all mixed together in a scent that took over my mind.

His hands were moving up and down my back and arms in a comforting way, and he was breathing a bit more heavily now. I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment, though I knew I shouldn’t be getting that close with someone I had no future with - short-term or long-term.

Either way, we were from two different countries, living in two different worlds, and busying ourselves with different tasks. The only thing we had in common was that we were in a band, each of us representing their own country in Eurovision.

Just the thought of losing Bojan like that, expectedly and naturally, made me tear up, but I quickly forced myself to gulp my sadness and tears down. I didn’t want to upset him. This was a beautiful and emotional moment between us and I would ruin it if he noticed my wet, sunken eyes.

I calmed myself down and tried steadying my breath, though that led to me getting more and more sleepy in Bojan’s arms. And though I didn’t want to disturb his peace by staying there, I couldn’t bring myself to leave his soft touch, especially when Bojan laid his head on mine and started humming a - I assumed Slovenian - lullaby.

His voice, even when he was singing that low, was heavenly. I didn’t know what it meant, but I let myself enjoy Bojan’s rich, deep voice. He was singing and caressing my head, sliding his fingers through my hair and making my being go numb. 

It only took a couple of minutes of Bojan singing lullabies for me to fall asleep in his arms.