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As always, so much thought has gone into this! I hope this gets a lot of submissions - I'll be really interested to read everyone's works under this challenge! 💕 I for sure will be participating! 🌼

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🌷 Who's up for a creative challenge? 🌷

If it's not apparent already, I love flowers and I love the Pedro Boys! So, what could be more fun than combining the Pedro Boys and flowers in a creative challenge? 🌷🪻🌻

Perhaps Marcus brings you flowers on date night, Dave's scattered sumptuous petals leading you up to bed, you and Ezra get stranded on a planet with alien-esque florals, or you're showering sweet Javi G with his favourite blooms for his birthday... 🌷🪻🌻

Running during the month of May, I challenge you to write and share a fic - or fics - featuring any of the Pedro Boys and flowers. 🪻

You can also make mood boards or art if you're not a writer - or don't want to write - but still want to participate! 🌷

🌻 See below for the full challenge details! 👇🏻

The challenge deets:

Must feature at least one Pedro Boy - can be any character Pedro has played, no matter how popular. You can feature more than one Pedro Boy too, if you like.

Must contain flowers or plants in some capacity. 🌷🪻🌻 Can be the main feature of your story, or a background aesthetic. Florals, plants, succulents - you name it, you can feature any of them!

Can be as smutty or fluffy as you want! Hot, soft, gentle, fun, quirky - you've got freedom on whether you wanna write smut or not.

No word limit - you write as many words as you see fit.

Any Reader type! You can write in X Reader, original character or just the Pedro Boys engaging with one another. Any gender/race/size or physical ability of Reader is absolutely welcome too! 🌈 This is an inclusive house! 🙌🏻

Mood boards, video edits and original artwork is also welcome - but must feature a Pedro Boy and flowers, and must be your own creation.

No limit to the number of submissions - you can write more than one fic, or submit more than one artwork, but the Pedro Boys must be different for each submission.

Tag me in your work and use the #jettsflora&faunachallenge so I can add it to a Masterlist.

This challenge will run from 1st May - 31st May 2024 and I'll add works as they're posted.

☝🏻 Don't worry too much if you miss the deadline, life happens, and you'll still be able to submit your fic/art after the deadline. Just let me know. 🌷🪻🌻

🪻🌷🌻 And as a flowery bonus...

I will pick one piece of work submitted at complete random, when all the works are posted, and will send that person a bunch of flowers!* 💐

I hope you'll participate and have fun & I can't wait to see what you'll come up with! Would really appreciate a signal boost too - thankies 🖤

A-Z of Flowers Database Look up your flowers 🌷🪻🌻

*I can send flowers worldwide. In order to send them, I'll need a name & a delivery address. I appreciate it if you don't feel comfortable sharing that info with a stranger, however please rest assured those details will stay with me and only me. The recipient will be picked at random using a generator. If you have floral allergies, I can send a substitute little floral themed gift instead. 🖤

#writing challenge #pedro pascal #pedro pascal writing challenge #May writing challenge

[lady-bess]

Jett, my love! Thank you for mentioning me on this list! 😊😁

Some wonderful stories on here that I've had the pleasure of reading - any Jack fans, do yourself a favour, and check out some of Jett's recommendations! 💖

LadyBess xox

A list of all my favourite AGENT WHISKEY Fic Recs, with the writers tagged. Includes fics I am currently reading/want to read.

PART 2

Please show some love to the writers by re-blogging and commenting on their work. 🖤

⚠️ Please ensure you check the triggers/warnings etc... on the stories themselves as some of them may not be suitable to your own particular tastes.

Agent Whiskey Masterlist - @queenquazar

Agent Whiskey Masterlist - @tropes-and-tales

View Carré Series - @ghostofaboy M!Reader

A Little Bit Of Honey - @alwaysbethewest

Things He'd Say To You - @beabliss

Two Left Feet - @linzels-blog

Jack Of All Trades - @covetyou

Cowboycember - @anabdaniels

December 3rd - @nobedofroses

Treat Me Like A Slut & Do It For Me - @sydneyinacoma

Cast Iron & Sunshine Series - @blueeyesatnight

Cowboy Christmas - @morallyinept Husband!Jack

String Lights - @palioom

Sleigh Ride - @ladamedusoif

Sunny & The Grinch - @gnpwdrnwhiskey

Christmas Indulgence - @movievillainess721

Mulled Wine - @ladamedusoif

Christmas In Cabo - @absurdthirst

Snakebit: Ghosts Of Christmas Past & Present - @blueeyesatnight

Trussed Up - @wannab-urs

Pressing - @fuckyeahdindjarin

A Baker's Dozen -Jack Daniels - @avastrasposts

Birthday Kiss - Jack Daniels - @something-tofightfor

I'm On Fire - @scribbledghost Featuring Frankie Morales

Stay Close To Me - @alwaysbethewest

The Lodger - @ladybess-a03 1900's AU

New Year's Surprise - @wardenparker & @absurdthirst PlusSize!Reader

Pick Up - @toxic-seduction

Whip It Out Whiskey - @nerdieforpedro

Doing Life With Me Series - @gnpwdrnwhiskey

How Do You Do It? - @mishasminion360

Gentleman Cowboy - @ladamedusoif

Restless - @lady-bess

Cowboys Like Us - @kedsandtubesocks Featuring Din Djarin

Cuts - @pedroshotwifey

Whiskey & His Baby Girl - @absurdthirst PornStar!Jack

#agent whiskey #agent whiskey kingsman #agent whiskey smut #agent whiskey fic #agent whiskey fic rec #fic rec

[lady-bess]

Birthday Wishes

Joel Miller x F!Reader Teen/ 13+ (References to sex - all implied) 1.7k words Notable tags: Fluff, Birthday Fluff, Birthday Surprise, Kisses, Soft Joel, Reader is Joel's wife, Use of Pet Names.

A/N: For my dear friend, Mrs. Miller herself, @joels-darlin 💕 I hope you have a wonderful birthday 🥰 Consider this just a small thank you for putting up with me!

Lots of love,

LadyBess xox

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“Darlin’?” Joel called out into your bedroom, the light from the hallway shining through as he gently cracked open the door.

You stirred in bed, rousing yourself from slumber slowly, letting the warm glow from the hallway lamp gently seep in behind heavy eyelids. Inhaling sharply, you grunted softly as you rubbed your eyes with the heel of your hand, ridding them of sleep.

“Joel?” you questioned, not awake enough to know if you were actually conscious, or if you were just dreaming about your husband. But the chuckle that emanated from the tall, broad figure which strode towards you helped you see that you were very much awake.

“It’s only me, sweet thing. Woke you from quite a slumber here, haven’t I?” he said, heading towards the bed so that he could perch on the edge of it. You smiled up at him, your vision now focusing in on him at last. His dark brown hair, curled towards the end of his locks, was still mussed up from sleep. His facial hair, patchy in parts, was slowly starting to grow back in and take form as a proper beard rather than the usual scruff he donned. But his eyes - warm, golden brown, and shining in the light - they were what you focused on the most.

“Yeah, I was out cold,” you chuckled, “What time is it, anyway?”.

“Time the birthday girl woke up,” Joel teased, leaning forward and catching your lips in a tender kiss. You smiled against his lips as you kissed him back, but whined playfully when he pulled away.

“Joel, you know I said I don’t want you making a fuss about my birthday,” you said. You’d hated your birthday for years, seeing it as nothing more than a reminder that you were getting older, and that it had been another year since the world went to shit. But, in spite of all what could get you down if you chose to lament on it, Joel was one bright spark in everything. Life in Jackson was entirely different with him by your side - and for all the best reasons.

“Yeah, I know whatcha said; but that don’t mean I’m gonna listen now, does it?” he said, chuckling to himself as he got to his feet. He turned on his heels, facing you to lean down, his arm outstretched towards you. With a hand open, you grinned, and decided you’d indulge in whatever Joel had insisted on spoiling you with.

“Fine,” you giggled, taking his hand and letting him guide you out of bed.

“Good girl,” he said, squeezing your hand as you rose to stand by his side. You shuddered slightly at the praise, the phrase usually being something only reserved for when the two of you would get caught up with each other in the sheets - something that did not pass Joel by, as he smirked at the visible redness you felt creep onto your cheeks.

“Come on now,” he said, and with that he led you out the bedroom and downstairs towards your lounge.

“Where’s Ellie?” you asked, somewhat suspicious that there was a distinct silence in the house. She’d inadvertently become your adopted daughter since you and Joel had begun dating, but you took to each other almost overnight. For as much as you’d curse her the mornings she had you up early even after a late night on patrol, you loved her to the end of the earth, and with a single sweet smile she could undo any annoyance you held.

“Never you mind that,” Joel chuckled, “Gosh darn it, you are just so impatient aren’t ya?” he asked.

“It’s not that! I’m just not used to a quiet house,” you giggled.

“Alright, you got me there. I ain’t never met a teenager who can be so rowdy,” he said, still clutching your hand as the two of you reached the bottom of your staircase.

“Should have met me in my hay-day,” you teased, smirking at Joel. His eyes went wide at you, a childish grin creeping onto his face.

“Oh, sugar, I can imagine you causing all sortsa trouble,” he said, stopping in his tracks briefly to pull you in for a kiss. You smiled as you wrapped your arms around his torso, holding his broad frame close to yours, enveloping yourself in his warmth as your lips melded together. His tongue gently lapped at the seam of your lips, almost begging for entry. But before you could grant it, he pulled away.

“How about you be on your best behaviour today, and as a little birthday treat I’ll let you misbehave with me tonight, yeah?” he murmured between your lips, his breath hot against your skin, his words sending another shiver down your spine. All you could do was purse your lips together, nodding slowly as arousal surged through you.

“Atta girl,” he said, landing a gentle spank to your ass before going back to take your hand.

This man, you thought to yourself.

“Come on, onwards we go!” he said, starting to walk you along the hallway and down towards the lounge.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming!” you said, ignoring the playful eyebrow raise Joel gave you for the euphemism.

You both reached the door to your lounge, and Joel stopped in his tracks. He let go of your hand but turned to face you.

“Okay, close your eyes,” he said.

“What?” you asked.

“I said close your eyes, fool!” he chuckled, then moved to stand behind you. He pulled your body flush into his, his hands landing on your hips and a kiss planted itself on your earlobe.

“What if I don’t want to?” you teased. Joel groaned to himself, squeezing your hips gently as he rested his head on your shoulder.

“It’s a good job I love you some days,” he chuckled, then raised his hands up towards your head by skimming them up your body. The rough pads of calloused fingers, evidence of a life lived hard, now gently caressed the material of your nightwear, a stark contrast to the man you first met. What was once a stoic, rough outer shell, had given way to a soft and tender core.

“I’m gonna cover your eyes, sugar. Got a surprise waiting for you in there,” he said. You were about to protest, tell him how unnecessary this all was, and that you could just walk straight in. But it was like Joel somehow knew those cogs were whirring away in your head, and with a soft kiss to your jaw, the thoughts ceased entirely.

“And I won’t take no for an answer. Got it?” he asked. You nodded, deciding you were going to allow him this one.

Joel raised his hands and gently covered your eyes with the palms of his hands. You smiled as he did, reaching up to hold his wrists for a little stability now that you were essentially blinded.

“Okay, take two steps forward, then the door handle is on the left,” he said, and the two of you shuffled forward closer to the door. You reached forward to find the cold metal of the handle, smiling to yourself as you did.

“I know where the handle is to my own lounge door, Joel,” you teased, sarcasm laced in your voice. But before he could quip back, the metal clunk of the handle sounded, and slowly the door began to creak open in front of you.

“Alright, smart ass, just a few more steps for me,” Joel said, and you both continued to gently step forward, his body still firmly pressing into yours. Even without sight, Joel’s presence behind you gave you a stability you so adored - something he had provided since your first meeting, without even realising it.

“Okay, I’m gonna take my hands off now. Are you ready?” he asked.

“I’m ready,” you said, letting go of Joel’s wrists.

“Alright. Three, two, one,” he began, and light flooded through behind your eyes as Joel’s hands lifted off your eyes. You opened them slowly, only to be greeted with a sea of smiling faces.

“Happy birthday!” was cheered from the voices of all those in Jackson you loved the most. Joel, Tommy, and Ellie were the loudest, as to be expected. But there were also your friends and neighbours, notably Elizabeth and Brianna, whom you’d worked alongside since arriving in Jackson.

Your heart swelled with love and adoration as you looked out at everyone in the room, all happily together in a room filled with handmade presents wrapped in brown paper, and platters of delicious looking food out on the table in front of you. A small tear crept into the corner of your eye, taken back by the kindness and selflessness of all these people you loved so dearly. Joel’s hands on your waist was the only thing that brought you hurtling back to reality.

“You alright, doll?” he said. You nodded, smiling out at everyone before turning to him.

“I am, yes,” you said. “Thank you for this, Joel.”

“Don’t thank me. You’ve got Ellie, Bess, and Bri to thank for this,” he said, “I was just the ring leader who told everyone what time you slept in until,” he chuckled.

“Hey, no fair! This was my idea!” Ellie proudly exclaimed, folding her arms over her puffed out chest, pleased as punch for how this morning had turned out. You laughed with her, stepping away from Joel and heading over to her, pulling her in for a hug.

“Thank you, Ellie. Thank you, everyone,” you said.

The day was spent unwrapping delicately made gifts, eating an ungodly amount of food, and laughing and joking with everyone you loved most in the world. You’d had such a good time that you’d almost forgotten that today was meant to be for your birthday, a day you often resented. But, just as with most things in your life, Joel had found a way to bring some sunshine into it.

Even at the end of the world, there was hope littered throughout, in moments like these. On days like today, it was easy to forget the torment you’d all endured, and that you’d had to fight tooth and nail just to survive for this long. In a way, this felt like a well deserved reward for making it so long.

But for you, the real prize was the man who took you to bed that night, keeping to his promise to let you misbehave, and keeping you up until the early morning seeing stars.

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#pedro pascal #fanfiction #fanfic #joel miller #joel #the last of us #tlou #post outbreak #soft joel #married joel #domestic joel #birthday #birthday gift #joel being a sweet little menace #fluff #implied sex

[lady-bess]

A user is stealing fics - head's up!

A user called "pedroslakersshirt" is stealing fics and posting as their own. I saw this one (below) on their blog and I know I've read it recently, I just can't remember who's it was? If you know, please tag them so that they can confront this nasty little thief...

[lady-bess]

Whether the accounts that are stealing and plagiarizing fics from MULTIPLE writers in the community are doing it to be trolls, gain clout, and whatever the fuck else they have on their agenda, it is deeply disturbing and disappointing to see.

Preemptively block and report @kiwiispunk & @pedroslakersshirt (if more accounts are found to be plagiarizing and stealing fics, I will update this post accordingly.)

[lady-bess]

Feeling incredibly normal about these images

bts of kingsman: the golden circle

inside the golden circle ( x )

GOOFBALL

[lady-bess]

I didn't think I had a comfort character until it struck me today that I do, 'Pedro Pascal'.

I have this version of him that exists in this space. It's based on second-hand tales and assumptions from interviews and photographs. It's a character that I've made by weaving all these things together.

He brings me comfort as a beacon of how people should be when they have a platform. Grateful, humble, respectful, and an ally to those who don't have their voice easily heard.

That character will always bring me great comfort, and I wish the man I've drawn inspiration from nothing but happiness.

[lady-bess]

Rookie Mistake

Tim Rockford x F!Reader WC: 5.1k Explicit/18+ (Minors DNI please) Notable Tags: Sex Pollen trope, Public/ Office Sex, Unprotected Sex, P in V sex, Oral Sex (F receiving).

Opening the package was a mistake. Now covered in a fine mist of the mysterious pollen, Tim offers to help relieve one of the more prevalent side effects.

A/N: I make absolutely no apologies for this trope. Tim has been living in my head for the last couple of months (sorry, Jack) and this is the result.

Enjoy!

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“Shit,” you cursed under your breath. “Shit, shit, shit !”. As far as mistakes went, this was by far the stupidest one you’d done in a long time.

“What is it?” your colleague, Mia, asked. She began approaching your desk, concerned for whatever it was you’d just opened. Your head snapped up and you held your arm out, hand splayed in a motion to signal for her to stop. If the reports you’d read were true, you needed everyone out as soon as possible.

“Get back!” you said, not quite yelling at her but raising your voice and sharpening your tone enough that sincerity came across loud and clear. Mia stopped in her tracks, panic awash on her face, her hands held up almost like she was surrendering.

“What is it?” she asked, her green eyes soft and laced with concern piercing across the space between you. Your breathing started to quicken – it was already taking control.  

“Evacuate this office, Mia. Get everyone out, avoiding the area around my desk entirely. Now !” you said, raising your voice. Mia nodded and headed across the room, urging your colleagues to get up and file out of the room. One by one people got up, briefly glancing over at you before hurrying out of the office.

“What’s going on, detective? What do you need?” Mia called from the furthest door of the room once everyone else was out.

“Send Tim down. Tell him we’ve had the pollen delivered,” you sighed, glancing down at your brand new pantsuit which was covered in a fine yellow dust, ruined for good. Opening the package had been a mistake, and it was a rookie error of yours to do so in the first place. “He’ll know what I mean. Ask him to bring down some spare clothes and a hazmat bag,” you asked.

“Hazmat bag, clothes, and Tim. Got it. Are you sure you’re alright? What is that stuff anyway?” she asked.

You grunted under your breath. Mia was lovely, and a hard working cop, but God she didn’t half ask a lot of questions. And right now, you needed her gone.

“I’ll be fine, it’s harmless, but the fewer people it affects the better. Now go !” you said. Mia nodded, stepping outside of the office and closing the door behind her.

“Fuck sake,” you said, shedding yourself of your jacket and laying it over the top of the package on your desk to mitigate some of the substance getting out into the air. So far it looked like the majority had gone onto your clothes, so you were fairly confident you had been the only one affected by the contents.

Suspicion should have been raised in you the second the package got delivered to your desk. You’d not ordered anything for work or home that you might have wanted delivering to the office, and yet there it stood.

Opening it was foolish.

Reports of this so called “pollen” being delivered to high ranking individuals had been cropping up all over the city, but not for a second did you think you yourself would be one of their targets. You were a notable detective, having worked on the force for the last fifteen years, but you still didn’t think that would qualify you as someone to send one of these packages to.

Fortunately, due to the amount of attacks as of late, you knew this pollen was harmless. You’d heard on the grape vine that prolonged exposure could give you flu-like symptoms of headaches, nausea, and an inability to regulate your own body temperature. But caught fast enough, all most had reported experiencing was a little overheating, but only the same as if you were to go on a brisk jog.

You heard Tim’s boots bang against the concrete floor outside the office as he ran down the hallway towards you– he was obviously rushing, but every second stood here waiting felt like hours. Steadying your breathing, you looked up through the glass panel in the door just as Tim arrived.

“Hey, how you holding up in there?” Tim asked on the other side of the door. “Mia told me you’d been exposed to the pollen?”. You nodded your head, feeling somewhat ashamed of yourself.

“That’s right. I’m okay for now, just a bit hot, but my clothes are covered in the stuff. I don’t have anything to change into, so I’m still wearing them now,” you said.

“Get them off now ,” Tim said, “I’ve got spares here I can throw to you, but don’t waste anymore time. The sooner you’re rid of them the better,” he said. You furrowed your brow.

“Really? Another minute won’t hurt, surely?” you said.

“I’m serious, detective. Every second you’re exposed to that stuff the worse your side effects will be. I’m sorry, but you gotta do it,” he said. A pink hue flushed Tim’s cheeks at the suggestion, and if you had to hazard a guess he probably felt foolish for suggesting such drastic action. But he’d seen more first hand accounts of this pollen exposure than you, so there was no reason not to trust him on this. Unfastening your belt buckle, you began working away at your trousers.  

“This is ridiculous,” you said, “I can’t believe I’m gonna be naked in a shared office”.

“I’m sorry, it’ll feel weird I’m sure. But the longer you’re exposed the worse it’ll be,” Tim explained. “Fortunately I know that office like the back of my hand, so I can close my eyes to get you the clothes and bag,” he said, and you could have sworn you heard a faint chuckle coming from your partner.

“Are you finding this amusing, Rockford?” you said, unbuttoning and removing your trousers.

“Not at all, and I’d feel just as mortified now if I were in your shoes. I’m sorry, I’m being a dick,” he said. “I’ll close my eyes now,” he said, placing a hand over his face.

“Nothing new then,” you teased, tearing your shirt over your head.

“Be quiet,” he said, grinning at your joke.

“Fuck you,” you giggled, “Do I need to take off everything ?” you asked. Tim nodded.

“Better safe than sorry, darlin’,” he said. You sighed, dropping your underwear to the floor before unclasping your bra and adding it to the pile of clothing. You loved that bra.

“Alright, clothing is off, in a pile on top of the box. Can put it all in a hazmat bag,” you said.

“Have you covered the exposed areas of the package as best you can?” Tim asked.

“Yes,” you nodded, “I covered the box with my jacket immediately, and then I’ve been careful to fold my clothes in a way that hides the area which is covered in the pollen. You’re good to come in,” you said.

Tim nodded, dropping his hand from his face momentarily to open the door, but all the while he kept his eyes firmly shut. Once he was in through the door, and had it closed, he turned around to face it. The door had a small blind that covered the glass panel, so to prevent any passers by from looking in right now, he drew it down to shield you.

You smiled as you saw what Tim was doing, ever thankful you had him on your team. The two of you had worked together for years, and over that time had become excellent friends. There was no doubt in your mind as to who you wanted to call when you knew you were in this position, and in need of help.

Turning back around, his eyes shielded again, Tim kept his head looking down at the floor as he began traversing through the office. You watched him intently, almost on standby to warn him if he was about to bump into anything, but Tim hadn’t been wrong in his assessment of the room – he truly did seem to know where everything was, and had no problem getting towards you.

Once he was a couple of desk’s away, he pulled out a colleagues’ chair, and set down on it the hazmat bag and a packet of wet wipes. He then stood back, the clean clothes he had still tucked under his arm.

“Bag everything up first, and use a couple wipes to clean yourself down with. After that, you can have your clothes,” he said, turning away from you once he’d deposited the items. You nodded, leaning over to grab the yellow bag and pack of wipes from the chair. You deposited all your clothes and the package into the bag first, then set to work on the wipes.

Fortunately, the pollen didn’t seem to have gone onto your desk, so the clean up operation was a fairly swift one. You took a couple of the wipes and ran them along your body, being sure to get every area, even if you knew it hadn’t been affected by the pollen. Still, it didn’t seem to be stopping the rising heat you felt growing.

“I can already feel this shit having an effect, Tim,” you said, putting the wipes in the hazmat bag before sealing it up, satisfied you’d ridded yourself and the surrounding area of any contamination.

“Not surprised, given how much Mia said was on your jacket. We’re lucky that it landed on the material and not into the air, or worse still directly onto your skin,” Tim said, still facing away.

“Why’s that?” you asked.

“You’ve been over the updated list of known side effects, haven’t you?” Tim asked.

“Updated? When did it change?”.

“About three days ago. As time has passed, several people who were affected by the pollen have come forward to share a more… embarrassing side effect,” he explained, clearing his throat slightly.

“What’s that then?” you asked, arms folded and eyebrow raised, even though Tim couldn’t see your disapproval.

“It turns out the heat they all felt was…,” he cleared his throat again, “a type of sexual arousal . The only way they found the heat to dissipate was if they…relieved themselves,” he said.

“So once this ordeal is over, I’m going to have to get myself off in the work toilets?” you scoffed, “Be for real, Tim.”

“I’m sorry, I know it’s the last thing you want to hear. That’s why I told you to get those clothes off and wipe down. Hopefully it can mitigate any of those effects ,” he said. You knew he meant well, but it did feel like you’d missed the boat on that one. Your skin began pickling with heat, sending shivers through your body as you tried to ignore the simmering burn that ran through you.

“Yeah, well, might be too late for that already,” you panted.

“How are you holding up?” Tim asked.

“I’m alright. Just…just very, very , warm,” you laughed under your breath.

“You nearly done?” he asked.

“I am. Can I have the clothes, please? I’m gonna need to get out of here,” you said, slightly chuckling still in disbelief. Tim laughed through his nostrils, but it was in sympathy. He didn’t envy you for going through this, and just hoped you’d be able to get past this feeling quickly.

Turning around, eyes still covered, Tim placed the clean clothes on the same chair he had put the bag down onto. You leant forward to grab them – it was just the department’s standard issue training clothing, a navy blue jumper and matching sweatpants. Not the most attractive outfit, but it was better than nothing.

You pulled the trousers up before grabbing the jumper. The last thing you wanted was something thick like this to wear, but the sooner you were covered up the sooner you could get out of here. Sliding the jumper over your head, you moaned softly as the roughness of the material on the inside dragged against your sensitive nipples.

“You okay?” Tim asked. You leant forward, your hands clasping at the edge of the desk as you screwed your eyes up. Heat soared through your veins, increasing with every second you were still here. The shifting of material across your body was enough of a stimuli to make your head start spinning and your mouth go dry. On a raspy breath, you forced out an answer.

“God, it’s almost unbearable,” you panted. Tim turned on his heels, caring not for if you were dressed. He could hear in your voice the pain that you were in from this that instinct to protect took over. He needed to see you, to see if you were okay.

“Let me help you,” he said, without hesitation. You looked up at Tim, aghast, your mind fleeting straight to what he was implying.

“Tim, no, you don’t- no . Besides, you’re not even affected. What good would it do you?” you said. The thought of Tim helping you in that way was something you were absolutely not against, you’d wanted him for months – but never did you think it would be like this. Besides, you didn’t want this to happen out of pity -

“Who says I need to be influenced by a fucking sex pollen to want to make you feel good?” he said, eyes dark as he strode over to you, replacing any worry in your mind you might have had about the reason Tim wanted to do this. That surge of warmth returned, but this time you knew it was him who had influenced it, and not any exposure to the pollen.

“Alright, fair point-,” you whined, a burn spreading across your body, “ Fuck. It’s bad, Tim. Like, almost painful ,” you cried, knuckles white as you grabbed the desk harder. He’d seen enough – he wasn’t letting you suffer any more.  

“Honey, do you want me to help you?” he asked, his hand reaching out to cover yours. That smallest of touches was enough to send a shock wave through your body, goosebumps following in their wake, covering your arm.

“ Shit ,” you whined, nodding, “Please, Tim. I’m sorry, I-,” you began, feeling foolish that you were literally crumbling for him under the smallest of touches.

“Say less, and don’t you dare apologise for this,” Tim said, his fingers sliding underneath yours to pull your hands off the desk. He stood behind you, his fingers now sliding to hold your wrists gently. He held you in his arms, firm against his body, as his lips landed on the back of your neck.

You whined as he kissed your heated skin, pleasure now overtaking the uncomfortable heat that had formed within you, but with each passing second you needed more.

His lips traversed down your neck to the top of your shoulder, peppering the flesh with kisses at every exposed point he could reach. The bagginess of the jumper worked in his favour, exposing more skin around your shoulder for him to assault with hot, wet kisses, each one firmer than the last.

His name passed your lips in a whine so desperate and needy that you almost didn’t recognise it as coming from you. He chuckled to himself, a deep rumble in his chest, and his hands left your wrists. They travelled up your arms, tugging at the material of the jumper as he did, the pressure firm. You felt your body start to go limp against him, your head tipped back to lean against his broad shoulders, your breathing heavy.

Tim continued his caressing, moving to cup your breasts through the material of the jumper. Again, the inside layer rubbed against your nipples, turning you on even more. He’d barely even touched you but you were already close to crying out in pleasure.

“ Fuck ,” Tim cursed under his breath, “You really need this, don’t you?” he asked. You nodded vigorously, writhing in Tim’s arms as he continued to move his hands across your body. Slowly he drifted down to the waistband of your sweatpants, the tips of his fingers digging in under the elastic to loosen the ties.

You didn’t stop him – in fact, you did everything you could to spur him on. Sticking your ass out slightly, you grinded against the bulge you could feel through the front of his trousers, making Tim groan under his breath. If you thought you were close to caving in, it turned out he wasn’t far behind. Within seconds he’d grabbed the top of the sweatpants and ripped them down, pushing them over the curve of your ass. He let the material pool around your legs, slowly sliding down of their own volition.

“On that desk, now,” he demanded, grabbing you by the hips to turn you around. You nodded, hopping onto the desk, allowing your sweatpants to now entirely come off.

“Good girl,” Tim said, before crashing his lips into yours. You closed your eyes, drinking in the sensation of kissing him for the first time, parting your lips almost instantly to allow him to lap at the warmth inside your mouth. He moaned softly as he kissed you, his fingers still firmly gripping your hips, keeping you close to him.

“Is anything off limits?” Tim asked, his words lingering in the small space between you as he broke your kiss, “Or can I do whatever we need to get you to be okay?”.

Your head was spinning at a million miles an hour as you comprehended his question. In most circumstances you would have a list of things that you perhaps were a little self conscious about in the bedroom, and would want to wait before doing with someone new. But right here, with this heat still surging through you, not a fibre of your being cared. You’d take whatever Tim was willing to give you if it helped your condition. You shook your head, and Tim smirked at you.

“Good,” he said, before dropping to his knees.

You barely had a moment to process what was happening before his lips were on your cunt, kissing at your sensitive core, his face firmly buried between your thighs. Your head tipped back as a guttural moan left you, feeling his tongue flatten out over your dripping heat, lapping away at what you had already given him. 

Tim moaned deep in the back of his throat as he tasted you, your slick wetting the scruff of his patchy facial hair. He could hardly keep up with how wet you were, his tongue darting between your clit and your entrance, drinking in the taste of you. For months he’d only been able to imagine what this moment might be like; too shy to ask you out, he’d buried his crush on you as best to his ability. But now he was here, he knew he’d never be able to back down from his fears again - this was simply too good to never experience again. 

You felt yourself hurtling towards an orgasm faster than you ever had in your entire life, a likely side effect from the pollen. The burning heat crept back up your body, your skin crawling with tingles as your muscles began tightening. Your thighs spasmed and clenched, trapping Tim’s head between your legs, as your chest heaved and you cried out into the empty office. 

He felt your cunt flutter around his tongue as he dove back into your dripping core, rolling his tongue to catch each drop of cum you gave him. He swallowed everything, his dark brown eyes looking up to watch as you spiralled out of control. With cheeks flushed red, tears streaming down your face, and your jaw hanging open, he felt his cock harden in his boxers at the sight. 

You gasped for air as the coil in your stomach loosened, your orgasm providing momentary relief. Slowly the muscles in your legs relaxed, allowing Tim to pull back and get to his feet, grinning as he stood and wiping some stray release from his chin and licking the thumb which wiped it. A small whimper left your lips at the sight of him staring up at you, your own vision slightly blurred from the tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.

“How d’ya feel now?” Tim asked, his hand reaching up to caress your cheek with his thumb. You shuddered at his touch, your breathing still ragged. 

“It still hurts,” you whined.

“I gotcha,” he said, crashing his lips into yours. You could taste yourself on his lips and moaned softly at the pleasure which kissing him gave you. 

Your fingers began carding through his curly hair, tugging slightly on the salt and pepper coils. Tim grunted in the back of his throat at the sensation, pins and needles running through his body as you pulled him in closer, practically begging with your body for him to give you what you needed. 

On a stammering breath, Tim’s lips left yours reluctantly. He remained close, his hands still firmly on your body, your hands still tangled in his hair. 

“I wanna fuck you,” he said, his voice deep and gravely. You got lost in his eyes as you focused on him anew; they were dark, the deep brown giving way to almost black as lust surge through him. “Is that alright with you?”. 

You nodded, wanting nothing more. Even if the pollen had not taken such an effect, this was still something you shamefully wanted, and had done for a long time. 

Tim grinned, then his lips were on yours again in seconds. He kissed you with such a fervent passion you don’t think you’d ever been shown such affection in your life. Every touch he gave you, be it with his lips or hands, took your breath away, and you knew then that nobody else would ever compare to how he made you feel with the slightest movement. 

Still fused to your lips, his tongue assaulting the inside of your mouth, Tim moved to begin unbuckling his trousers. You groaned into his mouth as you heard the clanging of metal, the buckle of his belt hitting the desk, and that anticipation began to rise within you again. Suddenly all that heat and desire were back, running rife through your body like you’d not already had a release. 

Tim worked away at the zipper on his trousers after removing his belt, his hands shaking slightly as nerves began to take hold. He knew you were desperate and in need of this, but what surprised him was how much he also needed you . 

Undoing his trousers, Tim broke your kiss as he hissed through his teeth, overwhelmed with the relief he felt from releasing his hard cock from the constraints of his clothing. You looked down, eager to see him, and your eyes widened at the sight of him. 

“Fuck,” you whispered. Tim chuckled to himself, smiling as he saw your reaction, then leaned forward to kiss your cheek. 

“Still want it?” he asked softly into the shell of your ear. You nodded, subconsciously spreading your legs further for him. 

“Good girl,” he said, withdrawing back so he could stand to adjust himself. Holding himself firm, he slid the head of his cock between your folds, collecting your slick. His other hand wandered to your hip, using it as an anchor for himself. 

“Might not take ya long, doll, given your exposure,” he said. You laughed through your nostrils at his need to reason with you at this moment - you didn't care if this took 10 seconds or 10 hours. You needed him. 

“Oh just shut up and fuck me, Tim,” you said, sliding your palms up his chest to hold onto his shoulders. “Please,” you whined. 

Tim smirked as the two of you made eye contact, both of you pleading with each other for this to happen. You could almost get lost in his gaze for hours, the deep brown drawing you in and holding you there. Somewhere warm - somewhere safe. 

But then your world shattered. 

“ Fuck !” you yelled, digging your fingers into Tim's shoulders as he slowly began to push himself into your core. The blistering heat came back with a vengeance, peppering your body with a light sheen of sweat already, every muscle feeling tense and like it was on fire.

Tim hissed as he pushed himself inside inch by inch. You were tight on account of the pollen making you tense up, but still he continued to split you open. He nestled his head into the crook of your neck as he worked his way inside of you, moaning softly as your heat enveloped him. 

“You alright?” he asked, waiting for confirmation before he dared start moving. 

“Yes,” you stammered out, breath shaky as you adjusted to the feel of him. 

“Do you need a moment?”. 

“No,” you shook your head, “I'm alright. Please, move,” you said. 

Tim nodded once, his lips then finding yours for a kiss as he slowly started to rock his hips back and forth. You tightened your hold on him anew, bunching the material of his shirt up in your fists, borderline tearing at the seams. 

You could already feel the relief you needed just from him fucking into you, his hand grabbing at the flesh of your hip and angling your body so he could begin to pick up the pace. Each thrust he delivered sent shockwaves ricocheting through your veins, and the desk creaked underneath you. 

“Is it bad I’ve always really wanted to do this?” you whined. Tim chuckled, his hand sliding back to caress your ass as he continued to pound into your cunt.

“No, but it makes me feel better about the fact I’ve dreamt of fucking you on your desk,” he admitted, his own cheeks now almost as red as yours from the admission. 

“ Shit , really?” you said, a half-giggle on your lips. He smirked, groaning in the back of his throat. The idea had come to him numerous times as he watched you work, his cock hardening each time you would lean over your desk, exposing your cleavage. His mind wandered any time the two of you were paired together, his desires so often almost spilling out into reality. 

“Oh, yeah. Numerous times,” he said coyly, kissing and sucking on your earlobe to hide his reddened cheeks. You chuckled to yourself before inhaling sharply, Tim hitting something sinfully deep inside of you. Cursing loudly, you tipped your head back, mouth agape as a moan so loud it was almost akin to a scream ripped through your chest. 

“Good girl,” Tim said, continuing to hit that spot over and over again, feeling you clench around him. His pace was almost relentless now, his breathing ragged like yours as he got faster and faster, the sound of your slick coating his cock and your combined moans filling the office. You were almost certain that most of your colleagues would know exactly what was going on in here - you weren’t, however, sure that you cared. 

“Tim, I-,” you began, trying to speak through wave after wave of pleasure. But words failed you now. 

White flashed before your eyes as a visceral scream left you, your climax hitting you head on with such a ferocity that every muscle in your body contracted. Tim moaned with you, his hips stuttering as he too tipped over the edge with you, spilling inside. Together you rode out your high, clinging to each other like you were each other’s lifelines. 

“Oh my God,” he muttered, his fingers digging into you so hard you worried he might leave a bruise in his wake. 

He closed his eyes as he allowed himself to just feel every aspect of you in the moment - the way you panted for him, how hard you were holding on for dear life, and how your cunt fluttered around his pulsing cock. 

Slowly each muscle in your body began to relax, and the heat which had been controlling you since the exposure began to dissipate. A wash of coolness ran over your body, your exposed legs now finally feeling the slight chill in the air from the office’s air conditioning. Relief ran through you and you sighed in contentment, leaning forward to rest your forehead against Tim’s chest. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what you’d need if that hadn’t satisfied you enough. 

“How do you feel now?” he asked, his cock still buried inside of you. You lifted your head and smiled up at him. 

“Better. I’m starting to cool down,” you smiled. “Thank you.”

You bit your lip, suddenly feeling a little shy. While the pollen had a hold on you there hadn’t been time to consider the ramifications of what can of worms this could open. But now you couldn’t quite move past the feeling that this could potentially become quite awkward. 

Fortunately, Tim wasn’t going to let that happen. 

Reaching forward to grab a clean tissue from a box on your desk, Tim pulled out slowly and cleaned you up without any fuss or hesitation. You hissed slightly at the sensitivity, but didn’t stop him. He smiled softly at you as he changed tactics, dabbing gently so as not to cause further discomfort, before discarding of the tissue. 

Once finished, he helped you off the desk, letting you use his body as support while you adjusted to being stood on shaky legs. You nodded once when you were confident that you were stable, reaching down to pull your trousers up as Tim tucked himself back into his boxers. 

“Well, not how I imagined fucking you for the first time, but I’ll take what I can get,” he chuckled, fastening his belt. You smiled over at him, feeling warm inside again, but for the first time this afternoon not from that fucking pollen. 

“You know, it doesn’t have to be the last time?” you bravely suggested. Tim’s head snapped up, and he stopped paying attention to the fiddly belt buckle. His dark brown eyes were soft for the first time since he entered this office earlier this afternoon, nothing but a child like wonder filling them. 

“Really?” he asked. You nodded. 

“Yeah. I’d like to try that again sometime. At the very least I gotta see if you’re really that good, or if it’s the pollen talking,” you giggled, making fun of him. 

“Minx!” he laughed with you, playfully slapping your upper arm. “But alright, I like the sound of that. Will you at least let me take you out for a proper date first next time?” he asked. 

How could you say no?

“I certainly won’t say no to a date with you, Mr. Rockford,” you chuckled. Tim smiled, moving to hold you in his arms. With one arm around your waist, and the other reaching up to cup your jaw, you relaxed into his hold. Sighing softly, you felt completely at ease in his arms. 

“It’s a deal then,” he said, his thumb caressing your cheek as he leaned in to softly kiss you. 

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[lady-bess]

Hi Mrs Daniels!

I'm back with my Ask games again!

This time we have a spring based prompts theme. You get a spring prompt and a character and I'd like to know your head canon/immediate thoughts on the combination.

Character: Jack Daniels (of course)

Prompt: petals

With love,

El

Petals

Jack Daniels x F!OC General/Teen+ Content W/C: 913 Notable tags: Spring, Spring Prompt, Retired Jack, Domestic Jack, Fluff.

A/N: Finally getting round to this ask! Thank you my dear El for sending this in - I now sufficiently have an image of retired Jack swirling round my head 🫠🫠 (Is anyone surprised?)

Enjoy!

LadyBess xox

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Life was slower for Jack now, but he couldn’t be more thankful for it. For too long he’d lived his life swept away in the hustle and bustle of working for Statesman. But now, he took every day one hour at a time, and he enjoyed every moment.

Retirement was treating him well. After nearly thirty years serving with Statesman, he’d done his time, and decided to hang up his lasso for good. No more did he want to be running around, putting his life at risk, chasing down some of the world’s most nefarious criminals - not after he met her, either.

She’d come into his life at a time he’d least expected it, but now five years on he couldn’t imagine his life being any different. It was almost hard to imagine that there had been a time without her. They’d met by sheer chance one afternoon in May when his flight to the New York office got delayed, and they’d just been at the right place at the right time. With a few hours to kill, they started chatting just to pass the time, but when it came to boarding the plane Jack knew he wanted to make her all his.

Six months later, he did.

They’d lived together ever since, out in the depths of the Kentucky countryside. Jack had always wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps and have a home like what he had now - simple, functional, and picturesque. Situated on a few acres of land, it wasn’t like the old ranch he’d grown up on, but it was close enough. He had a few horses, and a few hens; that more than sufficed.

He had a simple life now, and took enjoyment in the small pleasures. Today was no exception. The sky had been clear this morning when he rose, a crispness to the air and a fine dew on the grass. Spring was well and truly here, and the garden they both meticulously maintained reflected this. Flowers of every colour started to bloom, a small rainbow in the beds littering the land.

Jack smiled to himself, fully content, as he relaxed back into the wooden swing bench which he’d installed under an oak tree just behind the main house. It had become his favourite place to be, especially on early mornings like these. A gentle breeze swayed past him, carrying a few loose petals across the green grass, and he watched as they danced away into the distance.

And that’s when he saw her.

Jack always woke up early - it was a habit he’d got into from his time with Statesman. He always slept light, his body finding it difficult even in retirement to not have to worry about being constantly alert. As such, once he woke up in the mornings, he found it hard to drift back off to sleep. Usually he’d just get up, and be by himself for a couple of hours. But just occasionally, she’d be up too.

Today was one of those mornings.

He smiled at her from across the garden, watching her come towards him with two mugs of tea in her hands. She was still dressed in last night’s pyjamas, a navy blue knee-length nightdress, with slippers to match, but she’d also thrown on one of Jack’s flannel shirts over the top. The gentle wind whipped at the hem of her nightdress, and she giggled as the silk dappled across her thighs. Jack grinned at her as she got closer, refraining himself from making an inappropriate joke.

“Morning, sugar,” he drawled, his voice still thick with sleep. She smiled down at him, handing him one of the piping hot mugs, then settled down next to him on the seat.

“Good morning, sunshine,” she said. Sunshine had been her nickname for Jack, the irony coming from the fact he was usually the complete opposite to a ray of sunlight. At least, he was. Retirement had changed that. But still, the nickname had stuck.

Jack took the mug from her, chuckling to himself, but then thanking her. He took a sip, sighing in contentment as the drink warmed him from the inside. It might be spring time now, but this early in the morning it was still a little on the colder side.

“What’s got you up so early, my love?” he asked. He set the drink down on his knee, stabilising it with one hand on the handle, and then he slipped his other arm across her shoulders. She smiled, leaning into his hold.

“Needed the bathroom, but noticed you’d already got up. Saw you out here and thought I’d keep you company for a little while,” she said. Jack smiled, turning his head to plant a kiss in her hair.

“You’re too sweet, you know that right?” he said, and she giggled.

“So is that why you call me sugar?” she asked, making Jack laugh.

“Maybe. Got a problem with that?” he teased. She turned her head to look at him, smiling warmly as the breeze began to mess up her hair, half in a messy bun from overnight.

“Never, Jack. I love you,” she said, leaning up to kiss Jack softly. He smiled against her lips, applying pressure to hers in return, drinking in the sensation. His body went warm throughout, the contentment and happiness of being with her as clear to him as the sky above. And in that moment, he realised.

He had never been happier.

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[lady-bess]

Well, it's taken me a long ass time to get round to this story, but now I've read it I fear I will never shut up about it.

Where do I start? This was written so beautifully. It has been a long time since I've felt hooked with a long, multi-chapter series, but after the first chapter I was hooked! And I binge read the entire of Palomino in 2 days 😂

The way this author writes Jack is astounding. Sometimes I can find a lot of detail, especially detail about even the slightest of movements, to be a bit much. But this was executed perfectly, and every word added to the picture in my head. At every point I could see what the characters could see (and almost taste Poppy's cooking, too!). It was beautiful.

For all my Jack fans, please read this story if you haven't already. I promise you, it's worth your time 🥰

Thank you to @avastrasposts for bugging me to read this tale! I am glad you did, and I suspect I'll be re-reading this a few times in the near future 🫡

LadyBess xox

Palomino Masterlist

COMPLETE | Explicit 🔞 NO minors allowed

Jack Daniels x F!Reader

Series tags: Dude ranch cowboy Jack AU | mini-series | solo travel romance | lots of horsey details | self-indulgent AF | set in Wyoming | no physical descriptions of Reader

Note: You guys voted for Palomino to be the next WIP after Consent, and who am I to refuse? But honestly, thank you for voting for Jack, because I've been dying to write this story. If you'd like to be tagged, please comment, reblog or sign up at my taglist.

Part 1: Palomino

Unable to get a refund for a week-long horse-riding pack trip you'd booked with your ex, you decide to go solo. As it turns out, a rebound with a cowboy named Jack while traversing the wild landscapes of Wyoming might just be what you need.

Part 2: Buckskin

It's an eventful first day on the trail, to say the least.

Part 3: Dapple Grey

Tinder is a dangerous game. So is Never Have I Ever.

Part 4: Strawberry Roan

Jack pulls out all the stops for your birthday. All of them.

Part 5: Appaloosa

You and Jack play house for a day.

Part 6: Mustang

On the fifth day, you leave the Halfway House behind, and the conversation turns homeward.

Part 7: Fleabitten

You and Jack spend your last night together in the mountains - for now.

Part 8: Silver Pony

And just like that, your week at the Statesman Ranch comes to an end, leaving you grappling with the prospect of saying goodbye to Jack.

Part 9: Warmblood

The hardest goodbye you’ll ever say.

Oneshots & drabbles

Deleted scenes from the series that I didn't have the word count for.

Bernaise: You watch Jack cook. Deleted scene from Part 4 - Strawberry Roan.

If Only: Jack smiles and brushes a thumb across your cheek. If only you knew.

Peeks into Jack and Darlin's life after the end of the series.

Pressing: Jack marks you as his in an unexpected way.

Real: You call Jack after running into your ex at a wedding.

Cowgirl Aesthetics: 'This dress won't last ten minutes in a real horse yard and you know it, darlin''.'

Headcanons

Miscellaneous headcanons - some requested, some no one asked for.

Silver Pony | Jack’s moustache | Jack and horses | Jack's guilty pleasures | Jack is king of the two step | Jack's allergies | Teak the artist

Visuals

Mostly made/commissioned for A Palomino Farewell.

Special edition chapter banners

Horses of Palomino

Palominogram: About last night

Palominogram: The cellar

Commissioned art

Belt buckle inspiration

Moodboard: Buckskin

Moodboard: Palomino

Horse girl representation

Recipes

Mama Daniels' express chili: featured in Fleabitten

Poppy's chocolate & rum cupcakes: featured in Strawberry Roan

Chapter sneak peeks: two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight

Bonus content

Art and misc. generously gifted by my sweetest friends ❤️

A Palomino Farewell

Palomino playlist

A birthday message from cowboy Jack and Cowboy yearning by the most talented @guiltypleasure-art

Palomino edit by the loveliest Heidi @wildemaven

Moodboard by the sweetest Keira @k-ra

Playlist by sweetest Sil @psychedelic-ink for A Palomino Farewell

Palomino-inspired cocktail recipe by darlin' Skye @iamskyereads

I can't believe that Palomino now has its own cocktail!!! I'm so honoured that Skye created and shared this recipe with us. All the elements are perfect, from the Campfire whiskey (Darlin's favourite time of the day - snuggling with Jack by the fire), apple (If Only reference) and Ginger (who convinced Darlin' not to cancel the trip). I cannot wait to try this cocktail myself, thank you so so much my love ❤️

More notes: This is a very personal story to me as I grew up loving and riding horses. I've been lucky enough to go on several horseriding holidays, and I'm writing directly from experience - except the hot cowboy part, sadly. Even if you don't ride, I hope you enjoy this story, and I will be the happiest writer if I impart to you even a fraction of the joy of exploring the great outdoors from the back of a steady (or speedy) steed.

{ Inspo }

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[lady-bess]

Phew...😌 was reminded of this gem of a fic tonight!

Loved it when I first found it, love it even more now! Just brilliant 🥰 Jack lovers, this one is for you 🫡

Alright, now time to sing Steps for the rest of the evening. All together now, a 5, 6, 7, 8...

LadyBess xox

Two Left Feet

Pairings: Jack Daniels/f!reader

Rating: 18+, mature content

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: fingering

Summary: Jack takes you to a Daniels' family wedding. He discovers that you are hopeless at line dancing but good at taking other instructions

It's a hot September afternoon, the sun is high, and there's barely a cloud in the sky, as Jack's truck pulls up into the dusty parking lot. You cast him a dubious glance. "Jack, I'm really not sure about this."

"Oh, Sugar, you're worrin' about nothin'," he drawls, grinning at you. “I guarantee that you are gonna love it and them.”

Jack has invited you to a family wedding back in his hometown, in the South. You have been dating for nearly a year and in that time, he's never introduced you to any other members of his family and now he's going to introduce you to all of them at the same time. It's an intimidating occasion.

Leaning across the central console of the car, he plants a small kiss on your lips by way of encouragement. The bristle of his moustache tickles lightly and stirs up your attraction to him.

"Remind me who's getting married again, Jack," you say, breathily. It's always difficult to concentrate when Jack gets a little amorous.

'It's my youngest cousin, Loretta. She's marryin' a fine fella called Eddie. Reckon you'll spot her easy enough. She's the gal in the white dress."

"Haha. You are funny," you snark back.

He climbs out, and like the Southern gentleman he is, with his mantra of "manners maketh man" he hops around to open the passenger door for you. As you slide out of the seat, he gives you another approving nod, uttering "Beautiful" once again.

You aren’t convinced that you do look beautiful. You smooth down your blue plaid shirt, which you picked up from the Goodwill store. It’s two sizes too big for you, but it was the only thing that was suitable and anywhere near your size. You’ve rolled up the sleeves and tied it in a knot around the waist to make it a better fit. The Goodwill store had been kind to you because you had also managed to snag a denim skirt to wear instead of jeans. You didn’t have any cowboy boots of your own, and so you’re just wearing your regular boots that have a small heel.

By contrast, your partner looks just the part. He’s tall and broad-shouldered, with his red plaid shirt pulling tightly across his chest and a few of the top buttons straining to contain him. His tight jeans are belted around narrow hips, and his cowboy boots and black stetson finish off his impeccable look.

"You are a sight for sore eyes, Sugar," he says, pushing you gently up against the passenger door and leaning in for another kiss. "I could just stay here all day and do this," he smiles into his kisses, as his hand creeps up the inside hem of your skirt, skimming along your ass and thigh. Your stomach twists both from the fear and the thrill of being caught in such a compromising position at a family gathering, your first one at that.

Pulling back for a second, you say, "I don't feel wedding ready. I feel more like we're going to a barn dance."

"Funny you should say that, Sugar," he grins, reluctantly pulling out of the embrace. "You're gonna need your dancin' boots at a Daniels' weddin'." He holds out his hand to you, and you reach out to take it, interlacing your fingers with his.

As you both enter the church, which is decked from top to bottom in beautiful floral displays, Jack sweeps his stetson from his head, smoothing down his dark brown hair with one hand, keeping his other clasped with yours. It is a massive relief to see so much denim and plaid as you pass through the doors.

Standing around, he greets and nods to many family members, introducing you to everyone who stops to say howdy. It makes your brain dizzy trying to remember who's who and who's related to whom. He never lets go of your hand as you slide into your seats, nor during the service, and when Loretta kisses Eddie, he gives your hand a gentle squeeze of affection.

The guests file out of the church and into the neighbouring community centre for the wedding reception. It's a whirlwind round of more family introductions to more Daniels family members, food, drink, and county music from a live band.

At some point during the evening, the tables and chairs are cleared to the sides of the room and the Bride and Groom take to the dance floor, and all of the guests start to line up around them.

You look on slightly bemused at proceedings, "What's going on now, Jack?"

"Looks like it's time for line dancin', Sugar. Bit of a Daniels' wedding tradition." he says, fixing you in place with his biggest grin.

You return his grin with a frown. Line dancing really isn’t your thing. In fact, you aren’t sure if it’s been your thing since Billy Ray Cyrus sang Achy Breaky Heart thirty plus years ago. You just don't feel comfortable standing in a line, moving in time with other people. If you are being quite honest, you have two left feet when it comes to following dance rules, you prefer to freestyle, where there are no rules and no restrictions.

"Ohhhh. I've not really done much of that before," you admit.

"It's simple, honey. You just follow everyone else and do what they're doin'. Shall we join in?" He holds out his hand offering for you to accompany him in the line, and you nervously accept.

Taking your place in one of the lines next to Jack, you wait for the band to strike up a tune. And when the music starts, so does the dancing. Everyone moves in time to the music, the lines twirl, stomp, kick, clap. You prove you do indeed have two left feet by repeatedly bumping into Jack, who is manfully keeping up with everyone else, despite your repeated attempts to trample on his toes like a herd of buffalo.

After songs and perhaps a few broken toes, Jack holds out his hand, which you dutifully take. He leads you out of the hall, through a side entrance, and silently ushers you into a dark corner of the parking lot, away from prying eyes.

The sun has set, but the heat of the day lingers into the evening. As Jack crowds you against the brick wall, you can feel your own temperature rising.

"What's goin' on, Sugar? I know your hips have rhythm. I've seen them in action plenty of times," he says, gliding his large hands down your waist and coming to rest on your hips. You give them a little shimmy to prove his point, rubbing up against Jack as you do so.

"I'm sorry, Jack," you whisper, "I guess I'm not good at following instructions when I dance."

"Uhh, honey," he says, pressing his warm body into yours, "I know you're good at followin' other instructions, so why don't you follow some for me now? Let's start with you seein' how quiet you can be, shall we?"

Tenderly, he nips the skin on your neck, just below your ear, making you melt into his kisses. You can feel his excitement rising and hardening against your hip, as his hands explore your body, finding their way up your skirt, drifting to the apex of your thighs.

"God, I do love this little skirt," he growls. "I couldn’t help but watch your legs whilst you were attemptin' to dance." You moan wantonly as his fingers brush your mound through the thin material of your panties.

Admonishing you, he withdraws his touch. "I said you need to follow my instructions, Sugar."

As you nod with understanding, he slowly and carefully moves them back into place again and resumes his ministrations, his hand moving lower to brush past your clit.

Remembering that you need to be quiet, you lean into his broad shoulder and pant lightly into his clavicle. Meanwhile, those cunning, thick fingers slither inside your panties, feeling their way across your slippery folds.

"Need to feel how wet you are, honey," he pants, as he rubs his hips against yours, looking for his own friction.

Slowly, he teases you by circling your folds, but not touching you where you need him most. He's a tease.

"Touch me, please," you whisper, pleading your words into his ear. Jack hums gently in response, finally drawing his fingers directly over your sensitive bundle of nerves. You gasp lightly, smothering your sounds into his plaid shirt.

Jack abruptly stops, standing stock still. His trained senses can detect noise long before you can. Whispering in your ear, he brings his free hand up and places it across your mouth, keeping you quiet. Trying to regulate your heavy panting, you hardly dare breathe, in case you give away your compromising position. With Jack's fingers locked in your panties and your skirt bunched up around your waist. There's no way you can explain this away.

You can hear footfall approaching around the side of the building. "Got any smokes, Joe?" A voice calls out somewhere behind you, and you hear shuffling and movement away from your location. Your shoulders sag with relief.

"Dirty girl," he whispers, "you gushed on my fingers when you thought you were going to get caught, hmmm."

Your eyes go wide as he breaches your entrance, sliding two fingers inside, proving just how filthy and debauched you are. You try hard to suppress the moan that being filled by his thick digits elicits from your throat.

He starts to draw his fingers in and out, and you follow the rhythm of his movement with your hips, chasing that feeling that's growing and spreading across your body. Your skin prickles and sweats in the evening heat. Beads of perspiration form on your forehead as you concentrate on the pleasure that Jack's hand is giving you. You feel feverish with desire.

Just as you start to crest, Jack abruptly withdraws his hand and you whine at the loss.

"Jack," you whimper, "what are you doing?"

"Forget two left feet, Sugar," he says, leaning back to get a good look at your desperate face. He raises his soaked fingers to his lips, sucking off your juices, before adding, "I wanna leave you cross-legged for the rest of the evening."

Author's Note: I'm so sorry. This came from the Steps song "5, 6,7, 8". I have so many regrets posting this.

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[lady-bess]

can’t believe there are people on twitter now claiming that a man who struggled in the industry for twenty years and has now been consistently working since his breakout role in 2014 is an “industry plant” that’s being “shoved down everyone’s throats” just because they can’t fathom his well-earned success and popularity

[lady-bess]

Me writing anything for the Kingsman franchise like

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#matthew vaughn i control your scripts now #kingsman #kingsman fanfiction #agent whiskey #vaughn why did he have to die #he just needed therapy

[lady-bess]

Good evening, one and all! 🥃

Wanted to hop on here and just say a massive ✨THANK YOU✨ to everyone who has read Foolish! This fic is for sure up there in my top five favourite things I've ever written, and tonight it hit 1,250 reads on A03!

I don't often look at how many reads a fic gets, as the majority of the time I write what I want, and it's become a kind of therapy for me. Some of my favourite fics (The Lodger, for example) have had significantly fewer reads in a much longer span of time, but they're stories that I loved so it didn't matter.

Having said that, it is lovely to see so many people reading and interacting with my fics! It's even more wonderful when it's a work I'm super passionate about; just like Foolish! 💕

As a celebration, and in response to a few comments I've had about this story, I want to run a poll and get an idea from you guys what you want to see from me!

I deliberately left the ending vague so that I could come back to this story, but also it could be left open-ended! My question to you, dear readers, is which would you prefer? 💜

Happy voting! ❤

LadyBess xox

Foolish

Joel Miller x FF!Reader Explicit/ 18+. Minors DNI please. Word Count: 14.9k (I'm sorry)

Seeking comfort from your cheating spouse, you end up in the arms of Joel Miller. But what begins as an innocent friendship soon becomes more. The one complication? He's your brother-in-law.

Notable tags/warnings: Infidelity, Cheating, Angst/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Brother in-law AU, Alternative Universe, Early 2000's AU, Soft and Protective Joel, Divorce, Hook-Up, Friends to Lovers, Morally Grey Relationship.

A03 Link: Foolish - LadyBess - The Last of Us (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own]

A/N: This took me weeks to do, which is longer than I'd like to admit. I hope the pay-off is worth it! Thanks to everyone who knew this was cooking up in the background and helped me get it done! I truly owe you one!

You were a fool to think that he could change; you knew that now. “One last chance” is what you’d given him – not that this was the first time you’d taken him back, either, nor the first time you’d famously given him one more opportunity to redeem himself. It also wasn’t the first time he’d gone back on his promises and made an embarrassment of you; again.

But this time, it would be the last time.

Tommy Miller had been your high school sweetheart, and not six months after graduating you’d tied the knot aged just nineteen. Both your families had been against it from the start, saying that you were too young to possibly know what you want. Against their wishes, the two of you had eloped, allowing teenage rebellion to rule the day. Tommy’s older brother, Joel, had reluctantly agreed to be the witness you needed to sign the marriage certificate, even if he vehemently disagreed with the whole set up for the same reason his parents did. In hindsight, everyone who warned you against marrying young turned out to be absolutely on the money, and you should have listened to their advice. But hindsight is 20:20, and all that…

Not even two years into your marriage it had all started falling apart. His first affair of many reared it’s ugly head, and you had him on his knees begging you not to leave him for what he called an “honest mistake”. For some reason, you took pity, letting him back into your home and trying to act like everything would be absolutely fine.

That was three years ago, and nothing had improved. Not long-term, anyway. You’d have a couple of months where life was all sunshine and rainbows, and it was like everything would finally work out in your favour. Tommy would be attentive, romantic almost to a fault, and it felt like the two of you were on cloud nine. You would have never called him manipulative at first, but after looking back on his behaviour in the months that followed an affair, it’s obvious that’s what it was. You’d get love-bombed to a point where you’d almost forget the reason you had spent so many nights in pain, tears streaming down your face, feeling like you weren’t good enough.

The brutal reality was that you were walking around with rose-tinted glasses on. Tommy would temporarily stop seeing his other women, or get better at hiding it anyway, and then a few months later he’d slip up somehow, and you’d be back to square one. Sometimes he’d admit it, the guilt he carried around from hiding his affairs being too much to handle, and other times it was the women themselves who came forward.

That’s what had happened tonight. A poor young woman, probably no older than twenty, had turned up on your doorstop. She had flawless skin (annoyingly), her hair was a striking auburn colour slicked back in a ponytail, and there wasn’t a single piece of her clothing that looked out of place. Even in just jeans and a blouse, she looked stunning. Part of you could hardly blame Tommy, if you were being honest. The perfect “girl next door” was very much his type – something you tried to be, thinking it would keep him loyal – a pitiful attempt that monumentally failed.

She looked like a deer in headlights when you answered the door, and timidly she explained who she was and what her and Tommy had done. Eight months, apparently; that’s how long he’d kept this one going on the side. He had gotten worse at hiding his affairs over the years (or rather you’d stopped denying the evidence that was clearly there), but even you were still impressed at how long he’d been toying with this one woman. Normally his affairs couldn’t last longer than three months – either they’d get bored of playing the façade he had them portray, he’d tell them the truth, or one of them just got bored of each other. But eight months? It was so unlike him that it made your decision tonight significantly easier.

It didn’t exactly come as a surprise to you, when you opened the door to greet her. She wasn’t the first petrified woman to knock on your door, ready to spill her guts about your cheating husband. You imagined these women probably thought you were soulless, the more you thought about it. Not once did you ever lash out at them, get visibly angry, or even upset. You would just thank them for their honesty, and send them on their way once you had enough information to rip into your husband. Keep them long enough to find out enough information that Tommy couldn’t try and paper over the cracks, or convince you that these women were liars, ‘crazy’, or that even you yourself were delusional.  

After locking the door behind her, you’d set to work on packing your belongings into bags. This home was as much yours as it was Tommy’s, both your names were on the tenancy agreement, but you decided that you’d fight for it another day. Emotionally you felt numb, and right now you needed to get out. Tommy would still be at work for another couple of hours, so you had enough time to pack up enough things that you could be away from him for a few weeks while you got your lawyer to draft up the paperwork to file for divorce.

It was time – you’d had enough. If he was able to keep an affair going for eight months now, it was obvious he was never going to change. Eight months was no longer a “quick fling” that burnt out and died suddenly, something you could almost consider looking past or sweeping under the rug if it meant preventing a messy divorce. But to be with someone in secret for that long, there had to be more going on behind the scenes. You’d never dare think that he could love these women, even if you were fairly certain he no longer loved you, but Tommy just didn’t seem like that type to go around becoming attached to people like that.

Regardless of how he felt though, you were dead set in your decision. That was it now, there would be no more second chances. He’d had enough of those, and you’d looked past his infidelity for way too long now. You were only twenty-four, and had your entire life ahead of you. It was unfair that you should waste any longer with a man who clearly didn’t value you in the slightest. Grabbing your suitcase from the attic, you set to work on packing, making sure to text the one person who you knew you could crash with for a little while.

When Joel found out about Tommy’s cheating the first time, he’d hit the roof. You only just about managed to intervene and stop him from hitting his own brother in the face. The only reason he stopped, in the end, was because of you. Even if he hated his brother for what he put you through, and what you both knew he was still doing, he knew it wasn’t his place to interfere. His logic always was that if you really wanted to work on your marriage, then who was he to stop that from happening? Even if he knew his brother was an ass, and that he didn’t deserve someone as loving and forgiving as you, all he would do is stand back and support you whenever you needed it.

Not Tommy. Just you.

Tonight was one of those nights where you needed that support. He’d answered your text no more than fifteen minutes after you’d sent it, your phone buzzing to life as you rifled through your toiletries, making sure to pack a mix of the absolute essentials, but also anything too nice that you didn’t want to risk Tommy giving to one of his many women. One of his affairs you’d uncovered after an array of body products mysteriously went missing over the course of a few weeks, and when questioned he admitted that he’d given them away to some ‘friends’. A lousy excuse, and a shitty thing to do in the first place, so it didn’t take long for him to drop the act on that one. Regardless, you didn’t want to risk something similar happening now.

You grabbed your phone, the green back-light of the keypad still shining bright as you go to pick it up. The screen displayed Joel’s name, and punching in the ‘OK’ button in the centre, you opened his text. Smiling faintly, you nodded to yourself as you read it – he agreed to letting you crash at his place, and offered if you needed a ride. You sent a text back thanking him, but that you’d be driving yourself up. If nothing else if you took the car then that was one less thing of yours Tommy had which he could potentially damage once the divorce paperwork comes through in a few weeks – something you honestly wouldn’t put past him doing. He wasn’t a violent man, but anger manifested itself in people in many different ways. You truly didn’t know how he would react, but you weren’t sticking around or leaving anything you held dear long enough to find out.

This wasn’t the first time you’d told Joel about Tommy’s affairs since the first incident three years ago, and in a way he’d become someone you trusted to confide in. Outwardly to your friends and family, you told nobody about Tommy’s behaviour. Maybe that was partially because you knew everyone would start a huge “I told you so!” debate about how you shouldn’t have gotten married so young, and how you were stupid to take him back time and time again. Which you were; but you didn’t need reminding.

Joel on the other hand was not like that. He knew his younger brother was a shithead deep down, but for the sake of you he stood back and let you try and figure this out. He was only six years older, so by no means knew everything about life, but he knew enough that his interference would never help the situation. He was always there if you needed to talk about it though, and he never minded. Deep down he hoped you’d gain enough strength to leave Tommy, for your own sake.

Now, finally, that looked like it might happen.

Just over an hour later you were packed up, had loaded everything you wanted out the house into your car, and were on the road to Joel’s place. He didn’t live too far away, but it was enough distance from the townhouse you and Tommy shared that he probably wouldn’t bother trudging up to his older brother’s house to find you. The fact Joel also lived in the middle of nowhere would also help to keep him at bay.

Unlike you and Tommy, Joel never bothered to rent anywhere, and saved up enough while living with your in-laws that he bought a small two bedroom cottage out in a remote part of town a couple of years ago. Tommy regularly would mock Joel’s home, calling it a “poor-man’s cabin”, but the house was actually rather quaint. It went off from the main road and down bending, narrow, country roads surrounded by trees. The closer to the house you got, the more the drive resembled a forest. But it was exactly what Joel wanted – something small, manageable, and no-nonsense.

The house had needed a lot of work when Joel first bought it (hence the origin of Tommy’s delightful nickname), but over the last couple of years he’d really turned it around. On several occasions you’d been up here during the renovation, and each time you visited it felt more and more like a home. More and more like Joel, too. Dark timber interiors, original features of the cottage restored to their former glory, and a minimalist design throughout the home. Practical, tidy, and most of all charming. You often thought getting something similar would be the kind of place you’d be happy with living one day; not that Tommy would ever agree. “Too remote”, he’d tell you. Or, in other words, too difficult to have affairs when you don’t live in the centre of town…

The drive was pleasant this time of day; the early evening always was. You were just close enough to the edge of town that you could often leave around rush-hour and yet avoid the majority of commuters who got caught in traffic on their way home after a busy day of work. Once you were out, it was plain sailing up to Joel’s place, so much so that sometimes you wouldn’t pass a single car for half your journey. You quite liked the drive for that very reason, and today of all days it had its benefits – for half an hour you got to turn your brain off, focus on nothing except the open road in front of you. For the whole journey you allowed the cool summer’s breeze to lap at your face as it streamed in through the car window, which you’d opened just a crack before you began your drive. The air poured in, and the closer you got to Joel’s place the more that the air began to smell like pine, oak, and cedar trees. You smiled as the scents filled your senses, giving you a comfort you’d never realised that it had the ability to do until today.

Re-engaging your mind just in time to turn off towards Joel’s, you steered your car down the narrow lanes towards his house. The streetlights stopped after a certain point, which you knew as the sign that you were only a couple of minutes out. Excitement swirled in the pit of your stomach once you reached the darkened roads, opting to turn your headlights on in the early evening dim sunlight to aid you down the remaining route. For as bleak as your reasoning was for visiting Joel right now, you were still happy to be seeing him.

You’d known Joel for as long as you’d known Tommy, and even though he was older by a few years it had never felt weird to consider Joel one of your close friends, not just your brother-in-law. There’d been many occasions where just the two of you had hung out alone, especially since things had become sour with Tommy, and he’d been a welcome distraction on the days where your marriage had really got you down. You’d crashed at his place for a few nights here and there, always making sure to stay out the way from Joel and whichever girlfriend he had at the time, but he’d never made you feel like your presence was a bother. “You’re always welcome, darlin’, don’t forget that,” he’d told you the last time you visited.

Pulling onto his driveway, you let out a small sigh of relief once you’d turned the engine off. You hadn’t realised that you’d been quite tense for most the journey, but you suppose it was to be expected. Even if Joel was your friend and confidante, you were still about to break the news that you would be divorcing his own brother. The idea filled you with dread, but not because you were worried about how he’d react to the two of you splitting. In the back of your mind you knew Joel would side with you, he had done since day one of you finding out about the affairs. But that aside, more so than anything, you just didn’t want anything to change between you and Joel.

That was the thing which worried you the most, something that felt quite ironic given your situation, was that you were more terrified at the idea of losing Joel than losing Tommy.

But you’d lost Tommy a long time ago; or, rather, Tommy had been lost to you for a while now.

Stepping out, feet crunching under the gravel-coated driveway, you went around to the back of the car to pull out your bags. Joel knew to expect you to be here for a little while, so you saw no harm in getting all your bags out in preparation now. No point in waiting for him to welcome you in first before dragging him out to get your cases.

As you pulled your last bag out from the back seat, you heard the latch on the front door clunk, and you turned your head. Joel had yet to install many lights in the garden, and with the home being situated deep off the beaten track, the only light you could see came spilling out from the front door he’d just opened. You smiled as you saw him stood there, his broad frame filling most of the doorway and blocking the subsequent light that he had only just let out the building.

Joel stepped out of his home and jogged over towards you, smiling wide. You set your bags down on the ground and shut the car door, locking the vehicle, and allowing him to scoop you up into a hug once he reached your side. You laughed as he lifted you, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck to hold on, and his arms grabbed your waist tight.

“Hiya doll!” he said, gently putting you back down. You giggled, feeling like a daft schoolgirl who had just been spoken to by her crush. Joel was fiercely protective of you, and over the years this had transformed into the close friendship the two of you had.

“Evening, Joel. Thanks so much for having me,” you said, leaning down to start grabbing your bags. Joel smiled, joining you by picking up the heaviest of the cases and starting to wheel it towards his home.

“It ain’t a problem, you should know that by now,” he said as to two of you walked away from your car. You smiled, solemnly, and let out a little sigh.

“I know, Joel, and I can never thank you enough. But this time, I-,” you began, but felt a lump in your throat at the thought of saying any more. You might have been growing distant from Tommy for a while now, but it still didn’t hurt any less that you were actually filing for divorce.

Joel turned to look at you and his heart felt like it might shatter in that very moment. He’d dealt with you feeling low before, always at the hand of his brother’s own actions, but this time you looked different. Like every part of your face was screaming out for comfort, needing attention and care because for so long you had been without it. His face softened, eyes locking with yours, and he reached out to squeeze your shoulder with the one hand he had free.

“It’s alright. Let’s get inside and we can have a proper talk about it. I put some beer in the fridge as soon as you texted me,” he chuckled, hoping to lighten the mood. It worked, for now, and you managed to chuckle at his words. You nodded, and Joel withdrew his hand as you got closer to his home.

Stepping inside the house was like being pulled into a warm hug. The fire was lit in the corner of the lounge, and only the ‘little lights’ had been turned on. Each one emanated a warm hue which, combined with the dark wood interior, made you feel so cosy the second your feet stepped up into the hallway.

Joel pulled you in for a tight hug once you’d set all your bags down, and you felt every cell in your body deflate in your arms. It was a proper hug this time, not the jokey throw into the air he’d become accustomed to doing these last couple of years – this embrace kept you tight to his body, and you let yourself settle your head onto his chest.

You’d be the first to admit that you were touch-starved, a side effect of not wanting Tommy touching you when you knew he spent his free time with goodness only knows how many other women. So even something as simple as a hug had you yearning for him to never let go, for you to stay wrapped up in his warmth for as long as humanly possible. Joel had clearly picked up that something was different this time, that you weren’t just here to get away from him for a couple of days – as such, he didn’t move. He stood his ground and kept you close to him, allowing you to settle into his arms and make a home resting against him.

“This is it, isn’t it?” Joel whispered, his words slightly muffled as he kept you pulled tight into his chest, his lips planting soft kisses in your hair to comfort you. You nodded, as best you could, and let out an exhausted sigh. You’d been carrying the burden of Tommy’s affairs for so long, and to so many people you’d been lying through gritted teeth, but at least with Joel it was the one place you could be entirely honest with what was happening at home.

“Yeah, I’m done. I’m sorry, Joel,” you said, face pressed into his broad chest.

“Hey, no, come on,” he began, pulling back and looking down at you. His hands moved to rest on your shoulders, and the grip on them alone made you feel like he somehow had you rooted to the spot, unable to leave, “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for,” he said. His dark brown eyes softened as he spoke, any anger he might have towards his brother’s action dissipating in this moment. His only focus right now was you, and making sure that you were okay.

You sniffled as you looked at Joel, somewhat unable to stay focused on his eyes. The more you looked into the rich brown abyss, the more you allowed yourself to get lost in them, the more pain you felt. For a man so similar to his brother in many ways, looking at him now he couldn’t be further from Tommy. His eyes showed anguish, sadness, and there was a gentleness to them that you don’t think you’d ever seen before from Tommy – not since you were very young, at least. The closest you’d ever gotten to that from him being guilt, remorse, and panic when he realised he’d been made, again, and that you’d uncovered an affair.

It was unfamiliar to look at a man and feel anything other than pity. Tommy had been the only man you’d ever been with, so to look at someone and see something you hadn’t experienced now for the best part of six years made your heart pound in your chest and your stomach do backflips. Swallowing a hard lump in your throat, you averted your eyes slightly, choosing to focus on the colour of his shirt instead. You felt safer doing that.

Joel furrowed his brow, not happy with how you couldn’t keep his gaze. If there was ever a time where he wanted you to understand the sincerity I his words, it was now.

“Look at me, darlin’,” he said, taking one hand and using it to gently move your head, tilting your chin away from the ground so your eyes had to focus on his. Your breathing stuttered as you finally locked onto him, properly allowing yourself to look into what felt like his soul.

“It ain’t your fault,” he whispered. “And you shouldn’t have to suffer because of his reckless behaviour”.

Joel’s reassurance had tears pooling in the corners of your eyes anew, the unfamiliarity of having a man care for you so dearly being something strange to adjust to. For the first time in months you felt safe, and like someone was there fighting in your corner.  

“I’m not suffering, Joel. Not anymore,” you said, forcing a solemn smile as best you could. To an extent this wasn’t a lie – it had been a long time since you’d felt much in the way of remorse towards your marriage. Deep down you knew you’d probably emotionally checked out a long while ago, you weren’t sure when, but it had made the decision to leave today a Hell of a lot easier.

Joel smiled back, the small wrinkles at the side of his eyes creasing as he did.

“I know you’re putting on a brave face, sweetheart. You don’t gotta do that with me, though. I know this shit is tough,” he said. “You need to let anything out, go for it.”

You smiled, a watery one at that, and nodded. Finally you allowed a couple of tears to roll down your cheeks, but not much of a sob left your chest. The tears at this point were more just a side effect from how overwhelming tonight, and the last few weeks, had been. You had no doubt that this feeling wouldn’t go away for a while; there was so much that needed sorting out to attempt to untangle your lives that you’d forged together. But the idea of getting all your ducks in a row, and making this whole process as seamless as possible, felt a bit too much.

“Come on, let’s get you a beer. I’ve got some pizza in too, if you’d like?” Joel offered.

“That sounds great, actually,” you said, sniffling and wiping the tear tracks off your cheeks. He smiled at you, then leant in to kiss you on the forehead softly. You closed your eyes at the feeling, that security and knowledge that you were safe returning once again.

“Alright, no problem, darlin’. How about you go get yourself settled in while I get them in the oven, yeah? The second bedroom is all set up ready for ya. Let’s just get you comfortable tonight, and tomorrow you and I will work on a lil’ action plan for helping ya’ out. What d’ya say?” Joel asked.

You smiled back at Joel, some of that feeling of being too overwhelmed melting away as you properly looked into the eyes of your friend. He was right; tonight you just needed to get settled. Let your friends and family know where you were, and that they weren’t to tell Tommy. You needed distance, and you needed to be able to have somewhere completely devoid of him.

In a strange way, in spite of now being roommates with his own brother, that’s exactly what this home felt like. Up here, out of the way of everything, Tommy couldn’t touch you. His betrayal didn’t hurt you here, nor did his lies or the deceit you’d been living with for the past few years. This little cottage, nestled away from the life you’d lead for the past few years, was about to become your little bubble away from the chaos that was likely going to ensue.

“That sounds great, Joel,” you said, enjoying the idea he had for the rest of the night. Ever since that woman had shown up on your doorstep a few hours ago, your brain had barely stopped whirring. It shut off for a while when you were driving, but aside from that you’d not given yourself a moment to think about anything other than what was going to happen next.

You needed a distraction, and if Joel was more than happy to offer up an evening of pizza, beer, and maybe a trashy movie, you’d take it. Tomorrow you’d set the wheel turning for your separation from Tommy; tomorrow you would forever change the course of your life. But right now, you wanted to slip into that isolated bubble you so desperately yearned for.

Tonight you wanted peace.

Heading off to the guest bedroom, bags in tow, you got changed into some more comfortable clothes while Joel got to work on dinner. You slumped on the bed, your new bed for the next few weeks at least, and sighed to yourself. Pulling your phone out from your pocket, you set to work. You texted everyone who needed to know what was going on, sending the same message before switching your phone off for the evening.

“Tommy and I will be getting divorced – found out he was cheating on me. I’m crashing at Joel’s place for a while, but Tommy doesn’t know. Please don’t tell him if he asks; I need space from him while I get things sorted. But I am safe. I’ll call you soon”.

Hitting send felt like pulling a trigger. Now everyone important knew, there was no going back. This divorce would happen, you were sure of it now.

You turned your mobile off and left it on the nightstand for the rest of the evening. No doubt you would have dozens of messages coming through, but they could wait. Right now, you needed your friend.

Right now, you needed comfort.

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The next few weeks went by in a slight blur. Tommy tried to call you several times a day, but not once did you answer. The few texts that he’d sent all cited the same thing – that he was sorry, he was worried about you, and he wanted to know where you were. He wanted to patch things up, apologise properly, and show you how badly he meant it. But the last thing you wanted was any interference from him right now. Your friends and family knew where you were, and that you were alright. By now you’d let most of them know about your plan, but for it to work you wanted complete separation from Tommy.

Joel’s phone had been blowing up just as much as yours. Neither of you were entirely sure if Tommy actually knew that you were crashing at his brother’s place, but you’d decided to not tell him. Tommy was unlikely to come out here on his own accord, but if he knew that this is where you were then he might change his tune.

Joel had been such a great help to you these past few weeks, and had taken a lot of the pressure off from the task at hand. If there was anything he could do to make your life a little easier, he was doing it before you even had to ask. The two of you were already good friends before you came to live with him, but by now you were almost inseparable. It was like it had always been this way – or, more to the point, this felt like how it should have always been.

You married the wrong Miller.

But that was something you could lament on another day. Today, there were far more important things to focus on. After a few weeks of going backwards and forwards with your lawyer, outlining the details of how you wanted this divorce to go down, this morning you’d received a call that your papers were ready to sign and collect.

You pulled your car onto Joel’s driveway later that afternoon, a brown paper file sat on the passenger seat. In the pit of your stomach you felt so nervous, but in all the right ways. Living here for the last few weeks had reminded you that life shouldn’t be all doom and gloom, and that you had so much joy and happiness to give to yourself and the people around you. You hadn’t felt this free ever in your life, and these papers sitting next to you represented more than just your impending divorce. They were a symbol of the freedom that you would now finally be taking back for yourself.

Turning the engine off, you grabbed the file and swung open the car door. You practically had a skip in your step as you headed towards the house, a smile wide on your face as you got closer, eager to tell Joel the news. He was out when you got a call from your lawyer, so he didn’t know where you’d been this afternoon. But by the time you’d got back, he was already home, so at least you didn’t have to wait to tell him the news. Opening the door, you stepped inside the house, the files tucked underneath your arm as you kicked off your shoes. You could hear the vague clanging of metal from the kitchen, so you headed towards that room, the file now in hand.

Heading inside, you smiled softly as you watched Joel intently for a moment. He was leaning over the sink, the noise you heard from the hallway being confirmed to be a stack of dishes that he was tackling. You felt a rush of warmth and a swirling of butterflies in your stomach as you watched him just be domestic in his home – a place he obviously adored so much. It was nice to see a man take such pride in where they lived, taking care to look after it so intently. Tommy never quite got to this level in your own home, leaving most the household chores for you.

Typical.

“Hiya,” you said, stepping inside the kitchen.

“Hey,” Joel said as you entered the kitchen, turning his head to look at you from the kitchen sink. You could now see that he was just finishing up drying some dishes from the dinner he’d prepared for this evening. “Where have you been?” he asked.

You smiled, nodding softly as you walked into the kitchen more. Untucking it from your arm, you set the brown file down on the kitchen table – the front was stamped with a ‘Private and Confidential’ label, suggesting a little bit as to the nature of what the file contained. Joel couldn’t help but smile to himself as he explicitly understood what the stack of papers were that you deposited on the wooden table.

“All sorted. Sat down with my lawyer and all my pieces are already signed, ready to go. Tommy just needs to sign them, and then divorce proceedings can begin,” you said, your own smile now shining through. Deep down you felt a bit guilty that you were actually enjoying the fact that this plan was well underway, but that was dwarfed by the immense pain and suffering you’d been carrying around for the last few years.

Joel dropped the tea towel to one side, striding across the room and wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. You chuckled as you hugged him back, allowing his broad frame and strong arms to almost crush you in the embrace.

“I’m sorry, I don’t suppose I should be this happy about the whole situation,” Joel chuckled, “Especially as this is my brother we’re talking about”.

He had a point. To anyone outside of this family, this situation probably would look incredibly bizarre. Confiding in the arms of the brother to your husband, who wholeheartedly supported you divorcing the very same man. But that didn’t matter. It never mattered what outsiders thought, this dysfunctional family was your mess, and in a weird way it worked. Not the marriage, no, that was doomed and had been ever since Tommy stopped being able to keep it in his pants. But the support and friendship you found in the arms of Joel was not something which seemed weird to you, him, or anyone who knew the Miller family intimately. You’d always been close to everyone in the family, so if anything Joel’s support in your time of need didn’t look out of place at all.

You supposed that’s why it became so very easy for this to become overly comfortable.

“It’s fine, Joel,” you said, your hands clutching at the material of his shirt slightly as he kept his hold on you tight. “He’s an ass. Even you can agree with that,” you chuckled.

Joel smiled, laughing through an outward breath down his nose. He squeezed your body against his once more before releasing you, letting you step out of his hold.

“He is. And you never should have had to deal with any of this shit,” he said, releasing you entirely from his arms. You shrugged – at the end of the day you were still young enough that this wouldn’t affect the rest of your life. Neither of you owned property, neither of you had children – shared assets were minimal, and given a few months you’d be back on your feet again in no time.

“Honestly, it’s fine. Sucks it didn’t work, but hey. I’m over it,” you said. Joel headed over towards one of the kitchen cabinets, opening it and surveying the glassware that was displayed inside.

“You are?” he asked, pulling out two wine glasses. You nodded, your brow slightly furrowed as you really thought hard about what you’d just said. Not one word felt like a lie, which was strange considering it had only been a few weeks of the two of you being separated. In that moment you wondered just how long ago you emotionally detached yourself from Tommy.

“I think so, yeah. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m hardly looking to jump back into the dating pool,” you giggled, and Joel smiled at you as he closed the cupboard door, laughing through his nostrils, “But being away from him these last few weeks have made me realise how done I was with the whole thing,” you admitted. Joel nodded.

“I can quite understand. You put up with more than you should have for too long, darlin’. As much as this whole thing sucks, I’m glad you’re doing alright,” Joel said. He headed over towards the kitchen table, setting down the two wine glases that he’d got from the cupboard. “Now, can I get you a glass of wine to celebrate?” he offered.

You smiled at Joel, moving the papers to one side where they’d be safe. Right now there was nothing more you wanted than a drink to celebrate what would be the start of a new chapter in your life.

“That sounds lovely, Joel. I need to figure out the best way to get tomorrow done with too, if you’d be alright wagering in on that?” you said. Joel nodded, turning to lean down into the hand crafted wine rack under the kitchen counter. He scanned the array of wines, his hand outstretched with one finger gently skimming the tops of the bottles.

“Of course, I can help out wherever you need me!” he said, eventually tapping one of the wine bottles and pulling it out the rack. He stood to his feet and surveyed the bottle, then turned himself and it towards you.

“How’s this?” he asked, and you nodded. He’d picked a bottle of Casillero del Diablo cabernet sauvignon – not the fanciest stuff in the world, but Joel wasn’t all that much of a wine drinker so you could forgive him for not having anything more extravagant in store. It would serve a purpose, for sure.

“Perfect,” you said, and at that he uncorked the bottle, pouring two generous glasses. He handed one to you once he’d done, setting the remainder of the bottle to one side, and then raised his own glass.

“Here’s to you!” he said.

“Here’s to me!” you giggled, clinking glasses with Joel and then both of you taking a sip.

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The rest of the evening felt like you had a weight lifted off your shoulders and you were finally relaxing for the first time in several weeks. Even though the most difficult part still had to be done, you still needed to serve Tommy the divorce papers in question, you’d been running on pure adrenaline for the last few weeks while you waited for your lawyer to draft the documents up. Now that they were finally in your hands it was like your body let you wind down, and for once not be on edge or riddled with nerves.

You and Joel had some dinner together before sitting down and coming up with a strategy for tomorrow. Even if you felt better by simply having the divorce papers, you didn’t want to sit on them for too long. The sooner they were with Tommy, the better. Joel had made himself available tomorrow to help out, and so far you’d agreed he’d drive you to yours and Tommy’s place, but he’d stay in the car unless you needed him. For the sake of the brothers’ relationship it was probably best that Tommy not assume his brother to have had any influence in your decision to leave him.

What happened next would all depend on the state you found Tommy in. You’d either find him wallowing in self-pity, or buried inside one of his many women. There was literally no in-between with that man. But whatever state you found him in, you’d not be leaving the home tomorrow without him having signed the papers. You refused point blank to let him talk you into “considering” the divorce, or to “take some time to go over things”. You had been fair in the settlement, not asking for anything of his, so really there wasn’t anything to consider. 

One plan for tomorrow established, and a whole bottle of wine later, you and Joel were slumped down together on his couch. Shitty TV played in the background, providing nothing more than a bit of white noise as the two of you chatted with one another. Tonight had slowly morphed into being another evening of you talking about everything and nothing all at the same time, something which had become more frequent as time had passed these last couple of weeks.

Since opening the bottle you’d gone to get changed into some nightwear, to get yourselves more comfortable for an evening flopped onto the couch. You’d always been comfortable around Joel, but since he insisted that you treat this place as your own home while ever you were here it had only gotten more so. The nightwear you wore was hardly scandalous (Hell, it had been a long while since you’d had a purpose for risqué babydolls or nightgowns), but over the last couple of weeks you’d become less opposed to slipping into your more comfortable clothes around him.

So, there you were. In an oversized t-shirt and some cotton shorts, settled so deep into the couch you weren’t sure how you’d ever get out of it. Joel had also changed into something more comfortable, grey sweatpants and a navy blue sweater, and was equally as relaxed as you were.

The show in the background ended, providing a natural break in the white noise that filled the room, which drew both your attention away from the conversation you were having. Joel smiled over at you and moved to shuffle in his seat, and opened his mouth to begin speaking.

“Fancy another drink?” he asked. You surveyed your wine glass, nearly empty (again) and nodded. Draining the last of the wine, you handed Joel the glass into his already outstretched hand. Joel moved to sit up to go and get another drink - pulling himself off the couch he leant forward, his free hand landing on your thigh to help stabilise himself after having been relaxed into the couch for quite some time.

Your breathing hitched at the touch of his warm hand making contact with your bare flesh. The rough pads of his fingers grazed your soft skin, sending a shiver down your spine and making goosebumps litter your legs. Joel turned to look at you after he heard your quiet sigh of contentment at the feeling of his touch alone. Your cheeks burned red already at the fact that your embarrassment (and slight arousal) would be so evident. In that moment your mind darted towards the thought of him taking you to bed and treating you in ways you’d been do desperate for, that it actually concerned you how quickly you had dropped your guard and let that idea seep in.

He knew something was wrong, and instantly dropped the line of questioning about another drink. He could feel your skin prickle with goosebumps under the palm of his hand, and as he looked over he could see a pink hue gracing your cheeks with its presence. But still, he did not move his hand. Something about how you’d reacted made him want to stay, just a little longer, and find out what the matter was. If you were uncomfortable, he’d move in an instant.

Or, just maybe, you were yearning for the same thing he was.

“You alright?” he asked, furrowing his brow slightly. You bit your lip, sucking in on the bottom one slightly, and nodded slowly. For as much as you tried, your eyes couldn’t quite meet his as you gave your non-verbal answer.

“And why don’t I believe that?” Joel chuckled, all the while his hand never leaving your leg. He leant down to put your glass on the floor, but never once did he let his stare leave your face. You cleared your throat, trying to clear the fog that had descended in your mind. He is your brother in-law, for goodness’ sake. Why were you reacting like this?

Inhaling sharply, you finally look up at Joel, staring into his eyes at last. Joel was your friend, and somebody who you trusted above all else. There was no point in hiding the reason behind your reaction – he’d figure out anyway if you were lying, or hiding some of the truth.

“Look, I’m sorry, but it…it’s been a while, Joel. I’m…I’m a little touch starved,” you admitted rather sheepishly, your face burning as the words passed your lips, a small giggle falling from you in an attempt to conceal your obvious embarrassment. You trusted him with the truth and knew he would never make fun or light of the situation, so you felt safe confiding in him.

“Darlin’, forgive me for askin’, but…how long has it been?” Joel asked.

“Oh, gosh,” you laughed nervously, chewing on your bottom lip as you tried to remember when the last time was that you’d allowed Tommy to touch you. You’d been cautious ever since you found out about his first affair; you’d always use protection, and would get yourself tested every month as you didn’t trust him to do the same in return. Fortunately you’d got by without picking up anything nasty, but recently this was more to do with the fact that you didn’t allow him to lay his hands on you at all.

At first you’d blamed the affairs on yourself, and your own sexual nature. For weeks and months you convinced yourself that he had cheated because you weren’t good in bed, unable to satisfy him, or that you didn’t put out enough. No matter how much others tried to tell you that this was Tommy’s own shortcoming, and that there was no blame to point at yourself, it took a long time to accept that there wasn’t something wrong with you.

The more the affairs continued, regardless of what the two of you experimented with, and no matter how often you opened your legs, you finally began to see that it was never you who was the problem. So, you stopped pushing. In a single day you withdrew yourself, entirely stopping him from touching you and, as of recently, had barely allowed him to even kiss you. He had tainted intimacy for so long, had you believing that you were worthless because you couldn’t keep him loyal, when at the end of the day this was his problem.

Making eye contact with Joel, you sighed softly. There was almost an element of shame in admitting how long it had been since you’d last been intimate with Tommy. You wondered if part of you still held onto the notion that he only cheated because you no longer shared a bed with him, even if logic and reason could very easily explain how that wasn’t the case.

“At least seven months?” you said, a heat rising up your neck at the admission. Joel smiled softly, his hand squeezing your thigh slightly in reassurance.

“Fuck, I’m sorry doll,” Joel said.

“It’s alright,” you said, shrugging nonchalantly. “Can’t be helped.”

Joel shook his head and moved slightly closer to you – his hand was still firmly placed on your leg, but now his torso was significantly closer to your own. He wasn’t on top of you by any means, but he had closed the gap between you enough that you could almost feel the heat from his body seeping into your own. Your breath quickened; this was the closest thing to intimacy you’d had in a very long time, and you were finding that it really didn’t look like it would take much to make you completely weak.

Joel raised his other hand and cupped your cheek gently, cradling your skull in his large hand. You felt yourself relax slightly into his hold, completely forgetting yourself and the situation you were in for a fleeting second – and for once, it was nice to do that. It had been so long since you allowed yourself any satisfaction, even in just the simplest of touches, that you forgot how nice it could be when someone simply held you lovingly.

“Hey now,” Joel whispered, his voice hushed as he was closer to you now than before, “it absolutely could have been helped. And not by you, either. Please, darlin’, I know what you’re like. Don’t go carrying this burden around in that pretty little head of yours,” he said, his thumb gently caressing your cheek.

The thing is, Joel was absolutely spot on. You were carrying round feelings of inadequacy because of Tommy, and even without muttering a word he’d figured it out. Your eyes softened slightly as you looked at him longingly, amazed yet again at just how different he was to his own brother. Joel was kind, caring, and saw through any and all facades you put up around yourself.

Slowly, you nodded, and Joel smiled at you. Still firmly holding you in his arms, he leant forward, and gently placed a warm kiss to your temple.

At the contact of his lips on your skin, you felt like someone had taken a match to your body and sent you up in a blaze of fire. You couldn’t help the cracked whimper that left you, every ounce of your body wanting so badly to let go of any inhibitions you might still have left. You were done with Tommy, and you desperately wanted to be touched by someone, after so long of nothing. To have Joel, a man who you trusted and adored, be the one to make your toes curl simultaneously sounded like heaven on earth, and also the worst idea ever (from a moral standpoint, at least).

Joel pulled back slightly and the tip of his nose brushed against yours, the cold tip contrasting massively with the heat of your skin. Your chest tightened at the proximity of Joel to you; him being so close would make it incredibly easy to just go for it. To completely succumb, to get what you wanted.

He wanted to go further, too. To take you into his arms and look after you in ways you’d for so long been neglected. It pained Joel to hear how long it had been since someone had looked after your needs, and then even more so to physically see in your reactions just how little it took to get you hot under the collar. He knew that you’d snap within an instant if he just got the chance to lay his hands upon you, to kiss you how he so desperately wanted, to make you see stars.

You wanted it; you wanted so much more with Joel that it scared you. The two of you had always been close friends, but over these last few weeks that line between friends and more had definitely been blurred. You’d gotten comfortable with Joel, and opened up to him in ways you never imagined. All the pain and anger you felt towards Tommy melted away any time Joel had done something for you – anything from a hug to just making you dinner. He made you see that you weren’t worthless, and that you deserved to be treated right. Perhaps without realising it he had given you a new lease of life.

Desperately you wanted that new found lease to get one last push. To feel whole again, loved, and adored. The thought had crossed your mind to go out and find someone to hook up with, but nothing about that sat right with you. If this was going to happen with anyone, after so long and having only ever been with Tommy before, then this needed to be with someone you trusted with your life.

Your mind was racing, and your breathing was struggling to keep up with where your head was taking you. For as much as you wanted something to happen, for either of you to lean in and finally kiss, it was almost too much. You’d been drinking, and today was an emotionally charged day. The more you thought about how this would be a bad idea, the more you felt a slight panic seep into your bones, seizing any control you had left.

“Maybe I should go to bed,” you blurted out, practically leaping off the sofa and to your feet. Joel cleared his throat, inhaling sharply in surprise at your sudden movement as reality crashed around him. His hold on you released, and he let you stand up, not thinking for a second to protest. He’d felt how you reacted to the smallest of things, and if you’d decided in your head that it was too much he was never going to push for more, or question anything.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s- uh, that’s fine,” he stammered, also getting to his feet and standing with his hands on his hips. He sucked his lip in slightly as he tried to stop himself from glancing down at your chest, then nodded. “I best turn in too, actually,” he said, smiling at you.

You nodded, smiling back and bidding Joel a goodnight. As fast as you could get yourself down the corridor and into your room, you made it. He watched as you went down the corridor and into your bedroom, then once the door closed he let out a breath he hadn’t even realised he’d been holding in.

Joel stood rooted to the spot for a few moments, pondering the events that just occurred. It had all happened so fast that he wasn’t even sure what came over him, and what made him act on the urge to comfort you so intimately. Everything about this on paper seemed wrong.

He’d almost kissed you.

His own sister-in law.

His brother’s wife.

And what scared him was not that it happened, but rather that it didn’t feel wrong.

Sighing, Joel collected himself and headed off to his bedroom. He fought every urge he had to knock on your door as he went past, as much as the throbbing in his trousers was urging him to leave all logic and morals behind and make you feel good. He swiped a hand down his face as he closed his bedroom door, sighing as he collapsed onto the mattress.

“Fuck…,” he whispered into the darkness.

You leant against the bedroom door, with your back flush to it, for quite a while after getting back to your room. It took almost five minutes for your breathing to settle down enough and your brain to stop spinning so that you could actually think about what just happened.

You shouldn’t want it.

You shouldn’t want it.

You shouldn’t want him.

But yet, you did.

Sighing, you pushed yourself off the doorframe and turned to look at it. Two doors were all that separated you from him right now, the only thing you wanted. Two measly slabs of wood.

Nothing, really.

Before you could think any further about repercussions, if either of you would regret this, or what can of worms this could open, your hand had grasped the cast iron door handle. Unlatching the door, you swung it open, and stepped outside the comfort and safety of your bedroom.

Your chest was heaving as you headed across the corridor to Joel’s bedroom. The soft orange hue from his bedside table lamp could be seen under the crack in the door, alerting you to him still being awake. Taking a deep breath in, you gingerly lifted your hand and knocked on the door, your lip already being gnawed by your teeth as a way of combatting nerves. Your breath was speeding up again, and already you could feel your cheeks burning red in anticipation.

The metal latch on the other side clicked, and Joel answered the door, still in his loungewear. You gulped as you surveyed him – you’d known this man for years, but tonight you were looking at him differently for the first time ever. You’d never been blind to how attractive Joel was, but tonight his looks were all you could focus on. The soft light from his bedroom gave you just enough to highlight his silhouette – broad shoulders, his top barely stretching over the expanse of muscles beneath, and a slim waist tapering down into strong legs.

His heart skipped a beat as he looked down at you – still in your comfy clothes, cheeks flushed, and a slight glint in your eye. He smiled at you softly, leaning against the doorframe.

“Y’alright, darlin’?” he asked, his voice low and quieter than usual on account of it being late. You nodded, picking at your finger nails to try and distract yourself from what you were about to say. What you were about to ask.

“Yeah, I-I’m fine. But-,” you sighed, “Look, you can say no, Joel. Hell, you probably should. I-,” your words got caught in your throat, the sight of Joel in the gentle glow making you stammer and clam up with nerves. You couldn’t believe you had the courage to go through with this.  

“Go on, darlin’?” he said, leaning forward slightly to get closer to you before whispering, “Tell me what you need?”.

He knew where this was going. He knew the second your knuckles had tapped against the bedroom door timidly. It was the only reason he’d climbed out of bed.

“I need…I need to be touched,” you said, all thought as to the consequences being left well and truly behind. “And I want you to touch me, Joel.”

“Say less,” Joel chuckled, reaching forward to snake one arm around your waist, pulling you flush with his body. With you in his arms he stepped backwards into his bedroom, his other hand moving to close the door behind you. He had your back flush against the wooden door the second the latch clicked shut, his body dwarfing yours underneath him.

Joel moved one hand to caress your jaw softly, his eyes dancing across your features, admiring you turning to putty in his hands. You were his now.

“You’ve no idea how much I’ve wanted this, and for how long,” Joel whispered as his lips slid across your shoulder and up your neck. Your breathe got caught in the back of your throat, bewilderment taking over every sense in your body as you let Joel explore every part of you. It had been so long since you’d been touched that even soft kisses over the material of your shirt threatened to light you on fire.  

“Really?” you stammered out, nails lightly dragging up the sides of his torso, tugging at the material of his sweatshirt in places, urging him on his own exploration of your body.

“Yeah, darlin’. It’s been torture seeing you suffer,” he said, his hot breathe on your skin making you shudder. Deft hands began to travel up the hem of your shirt, bunching the material up on his wrists and forearms the higher he went. The chill air from the bedroom lapped at your torso, now exposed for him, and you whimpered slightly as his warm hands went higher, and higher, eventually landing on your upper back. Joel grinned to himself as he pulled your body closer to him, chuckling under his breathe as he felt the distinct lack of a bra.

“Ain’t been suffering,” you whispered, your own hands now carefully daring to toy with the bottom of Joel’s sweatshirt. He smiled as you did, his eyes watching carefully as you tentatively let yourself slide under his clothing and allow your finger tips to glide across the muscles in his back.

“Maybe not emotionally, darlin’. But you ain’t been touched in so long, and it’s been a damn shame seeing ya go to waste all these months,” he said, his voice dark with lust as his lips brushed over the shell of your ear. “Wanted to set that right for so long. Take care of you, however you need it.”

A soft whine left your lips as Joel’s hands continued to traverse across your body, going even higher to lift your sweatshirt. The hem passed over your breasts, exposing yourself even further. On instinct your hands left Joel’s body so that you could let him remove your shirt entirely, the soft material dragging off your arms and over your head before being deposited on the floor next to your bodies.

Joel stepped back slightly to admire you, his hands dropping to the bottom of his own shirt to rip it off over his head. Throwing the material down onto the floor with yours, he was back on you as soon as his own chest was bare, desperately wanting to be as close to you as physically possible. Your skin touched and he grinned, before kneeling down and scooping you up into his arms. He hooked his hands under your ass and lifted you up.

Spinning on his heels, Joel moved to set you down on the bed roughly. You squealed as he dropped you, but giggled once you’d landed on the plush duvet. He gave you no time to acclimatise though, his hands diving down to be on you in an instant. His lips traced soft, wet kisses down yours sternum and across your stomach while his hands set to work on the cotton tie of your shorts.

You arched your back up into Joel, giving him as much access as you physically could. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been so bare and exposed for a man, needy and writhing around under their hands, aching for their touch. Joel set to work on your remaining clothing quickly, him being as eager as you were for the two of you to consummate this new-found desperation for one another.

A few seconds later you felt the drawstring on your shorts go slack, the material now bagging over your hips. Joel swiftly removed the shorts, tearing them down your legs and dropping them at the foot of the bed. You gasped as they came off in one movement, the sudden realisation dawning on you that you had no underwear on underneath, and now here you lay utterly bare for Joel.

Instinctively you clamped your thighs together to try and cover up, one hand covering your mouth as you chuckled, a nervous laugh to try and disguise the slight embarrassment. Joel smiled, dropping his hands to set on your thighs.

“Darlin’, I can’t take care of you if you don’t spread those legs for me, can I?” he said, smirking down at you as his lips planted hot kisses on your shins and knees. “Come on now, show me that pretty pussy.”

Smiling up at Joel, you slowly dropped your legs open, letting him see everything. A wave of self-consciousness passed over you, but you tried your best to not let it linger. With Tommy, in the past, it had been too easy to let doubt seep into the bedroom. Having a cheating spouse made it rather all the more easy to believe that it was something to do with you that made him cheat, rather than a fault of his. You’d been too quick to blame yourself and pick fault at your appearances, and that had been something which had stuck.

But seeing how Joel’s eyes widened as you spread your legs for him made it very easy to squander those doubts. He smiled as he stood at the edge of the bed, his eyes dancing up and down your body, taking you all in. The look on his face was that of sheer delight, and if you weren’t already bare you’d be convinced he was trying to undress you with his eyes.

“Aren’t you a pretty little thing, laid out on my bed practically begging me to take you?” Joel said, smirking as he unfastened his sweatpants. Your eyes went wide as he slid the grey cotton past his narrow hips, agonisingly slowly edging the sweatpants over his cock and down his strong thighs. It didn’t pass you by that your mouth began to water at the first sight of his erect length springing free from the confines of his clothing.

Joel chuckled as he made eye contact with you anew as he stepped out his clothes and crawled onto the bed. His lips peppered kisses up your body during the entire ascent, until finally he met your lips in a fierce kiss. You whined into his mouth, enjoying the feel of his erect length rubbing your sensitive mound a few times. Each time the throbbing head bumped your clit it threatened to take your breath away, it having been so long since anyone touched you.

You felt like heaven. He wasn’t even inside your walls yet, but just kissing you and feeling your soft skin against his own brought him a pleasure he had yet to feel with any other woman. Perhaps it was because you were already friends, and were close enough that there was no awkwardness, or maybe it was something else entirely – but not a single part of this felt wrong. This felt like something which should have always happened.

Like something you’d both been missing out on.

You could feel yourself getting wetter the longer Joel grinded against you, his cock getting coated in your slick more with each thrust. Both your body and your mind were screaming at you to go through with this; it felt right, you both wanted this, and deep down you knew that you both needed this. But there was one thing you were worried about. Breaking your kiss, you spoke; eyes wide, cheeks flushed, and breathe shallow.

“I- I’m not sure I’ll manage, Joel. You’re much…,” you trailed off, your face burning with heat.

“Tell me, sweetheart?” said Joel, stroking your cheek softly, his eyes never once coming away from yours.

“You’re a lot bigger,” you said, breathing increasing rapidly the more excited you got, even if you were worried about the logistics. “Tommy was my first, too, and my only,” you admitted.

Joel grinned to himself as he dipped his head into the crook of your neck – now wasn’t the time at all, but he couldn’t help getting excited at the prospect that he was about to reach parts of you no other man had ever been able to hit before. That you were about to experience a whole new world of pleasure that you never even knew was possible.

And that it would all be at the mercy of his body.

“Sweetheart, it’s alright. We go as slow as you need to, yeah? And if you need me to stop, just say,” he said, kissing your jaw and cheek again as he brought himself back to look into your eyes. “I told you, I wanna take care of you”.

“Okay,” you said, smiling up at him as your hands worked their way through his curly brown hair. He chuckled, turning his head to kiss the palm of your right hand. 

“Do you still want to?” he asked.

“Yes,” you said, spreading your legs further for Joel to slot in between, “I really do,”.

Joel smiled, adjusting himself so that the tip of his cock aligned with your entrance. He collected slick on the tip, working some down his length to lubricate himself to make this easier for you.

“Okay, good,” he said, leaning himself over you so that he could begin to slowly push himself inside your tight, wet heat.

“Oh, fuck-,” you whined, a deep guttural moan getting caught in the back of your throat and cutting off any train of thought you might have had in that moment. Not that you could think right now – Joel was gently pushing his hips forward, his cock slowly splitting you open. There was a slight sting as he first entered, months of having not been touched by anything other than your own hand making you vastly unprepared for this. But he kept going, rocking gently back and forth to help you acclimatise.

“Y’alright, sugar?” he asked, one hand gently caressing your cheek as he kept slowly moving inside of you. A single tear had escaped from the corner of your eye, the pain and pleasure already being a lot to handle. Joel swiped it away with a caress of his thumb, leaning down after to plant a kiss on your cheek in its wake.

“Yes,” you breathed, nodding and smiling faintly, “I’m okay,” you reassured him.

“Good,” he said, catching your lips in a fierce kiss as he pushed himself forward into you more. His kisses muffled more moans and whines that you came out with, but Joel knew you were alright. Your body responded well to his expert touch and the gentle pace in which he kept so not to overwhelm you. He continued to keep pushing forward, taking time after each inch to rock back and forth so that you could acclimatise, before giving you any more. He grunted softly against your lips at the feeling of you wrapping around him, your cunt tightening along his length, your thighs pinning him down, and your nails scratching his back.

He broke your kiss and panted once he was in to the hilt, his hips flush with your supple flesh. For a few moments he just stilled, not wanting either of you to snap so suddenly. He looked down and grinned as he saw where your bodies were fused together, the sight of his cock buried in your cunt which fluttered around him – a beautiful sight he never thought he’d have the pleasure of seeing.

“That’s it, gorgeous. You’ve taken it,” he chuckled, littering your chest and neck with hot kisses, “How does it feel?”.

“So fucking good, Joel,” you whined, arching your back to push your chest into him more. He grabbed one of your breasts and moved to latch his lips around your nipple, sucking lightly while looking up at you. His tongue danced around the peak, circling the sensitive area and igniting something deep within you that had never been discovered. Your clit throbbed the more he sucked and caressed your breast, and slowly he began withdrawing and snapping his hips into your soaking heat.

Joel grunted as he got a rhythm going, and soon he’d set a gentle pace while you got used to him filling you entirely. One of his hands fell to grab your hip, kneading the flesh there as he hoisted your hips up to get a better angle in which to fuck into you. Keeping the pace gentle, he slowly began to speed up, changing his pacing only in line with the positive mewls and cries that he drew from your lips.

Releasing your breast from his mouth with a pop, Joel pushed himself up onto his knees, his arms now either side of your head. He looked down at you; already your eyes were glazing over in sheer delight, your cheeks were bright red, and your hair was dishevelled in a way where it already looked like he’d had his way with you. He couldn’t help but smile at you, finding slight joy in seeing you this way. In a way it made him angry to see you laid out like this underneath him so beautiful; a sight which hadn’t been taken advantage from by anyone in so longer.

It made him so mad on your behalf that it far outweighed any guilt he might have initially felt for taking his brother’s wife to bed.

“You feel like fuckin’ heaven,” he said, “and you look like a damn angel,” he complimented, kissing you tenderly as his hips continued to snap into yours.

You sighed in contentment into his mouth, every thought slowly being fucked out of your own mind with each thrust. Your whole world now existed within these four walls; nothing else mattered except the two of you now. The searing pleasure that ran rife in your veins now was all which sustained you, and you sang Joel’s praises through a choir of moans and whimpers.

Having gone for a couple of minutes like this, and not wanting to finish so quickly, Joel pulled out entirely, hopping off the bed before coming round the side of the mattress to where you still laid sprawled out. He leaned down one hand for you to take, which you grabbed. Once he had hold of you he pulled, hoisting you up and out the bed.

“Come here, you,” he growled, pulling you across to the dressing table next to the bed. He spun you around on your heels and gently pushed you towards the wooden chest, his hands moving to steady your balance by holding onto your hips as he manoeuvred you into position. A hand slid up your back before being spread out flat between your shoulder blades, pushing your torso down and your ass back towards him, grinding into his cock.

You moaned softly as your ass made contact with his hard cock, still wet from having been coated in your own slick, but Joel gave you virtually no time to adjust. He slid himself back inside your snug heat, filling you to the hilt in one swift thrust.

A scream so guttural and raw came from deep within your chest, and it was a sound so unfamiliar you almost couldn’t believe that it was you who made the noise. Joel chuckled, groaning quietly to himself as he split you open for the second time this evening, enjoying the way he could now easily glance down between your legs and watch his cock disappear inside of you.

One of his hands reached up and wrapped itself gently around your neck. He didn’t push down enough to cause any pain, but more so to test the waters as to what you liked and what got you going. Joel imagined that over the years Tommy was probably not the kind of man to have found out what kinks his own wife enjoyed, and given that he spent so much of his time buried within other people, there was even less of a chance that he’d tried.

You never thought being lightly choked would be a turn on, but as Joel slowly restricted your airflow as his hips pounded into your ass, you found yourself yearning for more. You covered his hand with one of yours, keeping the other on the dresser to stabilise yourself. You  pushed down slightly, squeezing his hand, sending him a message that it was alright for him to go further with you.

Joel chuckled at your subtle hint, and with that he tightened his grip on you slightly. The hand around your throat held down harder, but still not enough to seriously hurt you, and the other hand of his now grabbed the flesh of your hips. He grunted as he picked up the pace, aided and urged on by his hands finding greater purchase on your body, and he began to thrust faster and harder. The sound of his hips snapping into your ass filled the room, along with the sound of your wet cunt being pounded.

“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath, only just being able to get words out. Joel chuckled as he heard you swear and whimper, and grinned as he looked down to watch him fuck into you. He could feel your muscles beginning to spasm – first your hips, then your thighs, and now your cunt fluttered around him with each thrust he delivered. He knew you were close.

Dropping the hand from your throat, he moved it to dip between your legs. Nimble fingers set to work on your overly sensitive and swollen clit, neglected for so long at the hands of others, now practically crying out to be touched. He rubbed small circles around it and revelled in the screams and moans which flew out from you as he did, and for the first time he felt you come undone around his cock, your body quivering in pleasure.

You reached one hand behind you to grab onto Joel as you released yourself all around him. Nails dug into his flesh hard as you came, your cunt clamping down on his cock and your release trickling out of you. It was overwhelming how good this felt, and yet it never seemed to cease. Just when you thought you’d reached your peak, Joel’s relentless pace and continuing to fuck into you sent you to another height of pleasure.

Joel continually whispered words of encouragement to you all the while you came undone in his arms. With every thrust you felt your release work its way down your legs, but not once did the coil in the pit of your stomach snap to release. It kept getting tighter, and tighter, and tight-

“Good fucking girl,” Joel growled. Your entire body went tense and then a surge of wetness cascaded down your legs, followed by a scream so loud you were grateful that this house was as remote as it was. Every muscle in your body spasmed in Joel’s arms, and he finally had to pull away from your clit so that he could stabilise you properly.

“That’s it, I gotcha,” he said, his lips skating across the shell of your ear as he worked you through your high. Broken moans kept coming from you until your vocal chords felt sore from crying out into the dimly lit bedroom. The coil in you had snapped, and slowly you felt yourself returning to normal, Joel’s thick cock slowing off inside you as your body began to calm down. Panting, you spoke.

“Wh-what was-?” you stammered out, still trying to regain your breath. Joel chuckled, and you could feel the vibrations in his chest pushed against your back.

“Didn’t you know you could squirt, darlin’?” he asked.

Oh. So that’s what that was.

“N-no,” you said, chuckling under your breath, “first time for everything though, right?”.

“Too right, sweetheart. And hopefully not the last,” he said, covering the back of your neck in kisses. You smiled at his touch before deciding you wanted to take matters into your own hands now.

“I need to fuck you,” you panted, your body covered in a sheen of sweat, red patches of heat and arousal littering you. Joel pulled out of you, allowing what cum you had already released to drip out of your cunt and onto the floor.

“How do you want me?” he asked as you turned around. Placing your hand on his chest you pushed him back towards the bed, walking with him until his legs hit the frame.

“Sit,” you demanded, and Joel obeyed instantly. He sat on the edge on the bed, shuffling back ever so slightly so that he wasn’t completely on the edge and you’d have a bit more room. He grinned as you got closer, setting your knees either side of his thighs.

You sank down onto his length, both of you moaning in unison as you took him deep inside of you. From this new angle, he reached depths of your cunt that he’d not managed to reach yet. Ragged breaths stammered out past his lips as he felt the tight clench of your walls fluttering around him, adjusting to the unfamiliar sensation. Joel hissed slightly as his sensitive head brushed up against your cervix, his hands on your hips tightening their grip as you settled onto his lap.

“Oh my god,” he moaned, hands squeezing you as you gently began to rock your hips back and forth on him. You grinned, grinding your hips down into his lap and moaning softly with each roll you delivered. He felt fantastic buried in you like this, and each buck of your hips had him clinging to you tighter, whimpering slightly.

“This okay?” you asked, your lips gently kissing his neck and shoulders as you rode him. Joel nodded before tipping his head back slightly, exposing more flesh for you to assault with your mouth, allowing you to gently suck, kiss, and nibble at the thin skin.

“More than okay,” he said. You could feel the muscles in his legs beginning to tense up beneath you, and combined with his shallow breaths this told you all you needed to know.

“Shit, sweetheart, I’m so fucking close,” Joel said, sweat littering his brow the longer you kept rocking your hips, confirming your suspicions. You grinned and leant forward.

“You gonna cum in me, Joel?” you whispered in his ear, arms wrapped around his neck as you kept up with rocking forwards and backwards. Joel moaned loud, your words coaxing him on.

“D-do you want me to, darlin’?” he asked, panting louder with each breathe, his muscles beginning to seize up as his orgasm got closer and closer.

Deep down, you really wanted it, and so did Joel. To be able to paint your walls, mark you as his, excited a desire that had so far been buried away inside of him, locked away. But now you’d opened that door, taken off the lock and thrown away the key, allowing him to unleash that need he had to truly succumb to you. You’d given him a permission he’d been so desperately clamouring for.

“Yes, I do. I want you to make me yours,” you whined, walls throbbing around his length as the idea spurred you on more and more.

That was all it took.

“Fuck!” Joel almost shouted, his fingers digging in and gripping your body harder as he spilt inside of you. Your movements stilled as he came, and you allowed yourself to just relax around him and feel his cock twitch inside of you as he spurted ropes of cum deep inside of you.

Joel’s moans got quieter and quieter until he too stilled, his arms still around you as he flopped onto his back, pulling you down with him. You giggled as he did, his cock slipping out as the two of you laid together on the mattress, collecting your breath.

Joel smiled at you before leaning forward to kiss you softly. After the brutal assault he’d just delivered, the softness of the kiss was a stark contrast to how you’d just felt. You smiled against his lips, never in your life having felt so happy and satisfied as you did now.

“Was that alright?” he asked, pushing some hair out of your face. You smiled and nodded.

“Just what I needed,” you giggled. Joel grinned and then went back in for another kiss, his lips gently taking yours between his and sucking softly with each kiss.

From down the hall you could hear your mobile phone ringing. Tommy had taken to trying to call you at least once an evening this last week, but every time you didn’t answer. He now never called at an hour which made you think he wanted to actually talk to you – it was always times that he was probably lonely, perhaps just on the occasions he didn’t have anyone with him to warm his bed.

You ignored the shrill ring tonight the same as you always did, but you couldn’t help chuckle at the fact Tommy was calling while you lay naked and covered in cum with his own brother. The entire situation was scandalous if you thought too long about it; but you didn’t care.

Joel shifted on the bed, breaking your kiss and sitting up, before heading over to a drawer in his dresser. He pulled out a soft washcloth and returned with it to the bed, beginning to delicately clean you up. Even though the cloth was dry, not damp, it was a welcome feeling to have everything removed from your legs and sore cunt.

“Thank you,” you said, laying on your back and allowing him to clean you up.

“Anytime,” he smiled, his eyes darting up to meet yours. He smiled softly then cocked his head towards the door, just as the phone stopped ringing out into the night, “You don’t call him back while I’m still leaking out of you, by the way, darlin’,” Joel chuckled.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you laughed, shifting in bed to let Joel back in next to you once he’d cleaned up and discarded of the cloth. You turned to nestle into him slightly, and winced at the feeling of your sore cunt. You wondered how many days you’d be aching.

“By the way,” you began, “I’ll be getting out your hair soon enough. I found a place while I was out today. Just a little flat, nothing major, but the rent is affordable and it’ll be available soon,” you said.

“Oh…,” Joel said, his fingers tousling with some strands of your hair gently as you lay next to him.

“What’s the matter?” you asked, craning your neck to look up at him. Joel gave you a taut smile.  

“Well, it’s entirely up to you, but I was in no rush to kick you out,” Joel chuckled.

 “I know, Joel. And thank you, really. But I can’t disrupt your life forever,” you giggled.

“You ain’t disrupting anything! And you can stay as long as you like. As long as you need. No rush, darlin’,” he said.

“Thank you, Joel. I’m not gonna rush into the first place I find, but I need to plan ahead. From tomorrow, it’s all change,” you said, sighing softly as the weight of the action you still had to undertake came crashing down to you. Joel kissed the top of your head and tightened his hold around you, keeping you close to him.

“Darlin’, can you be honest with me about something?” he asked, and you nodded.

“Course, Joel. What’s up?” you asked.

“Are…are you wanting to leave because of what we’ve just done?” he asked, his eyes soft and filled with fear. You shuffled slightly so that you were propped up next to his body, leaning on his chest slightly, and looking down at him. Your fingers danced through his soft curls, brushing the unkempt mass back as you spoke.

“I promise, it ain’t the reason. If anything this might get me to stay for longer,” you both chuckled, “But no, I’ve been casually looking this last week. I just need my own space, Joel, and I wanna give you back your spare room,” you explained.

“That ain’t a spare room, sugar, that’s your room,” Joel said.

“Thank you,” you whispered, then smiled and leant down to kiss him softly. He kissed you back, palms spread out across your back.

“Do you wanna stay in my bed tonight?” Joel asked against your lips. You smiled, nodding, and settled next to him properly.

“I think that would be nice for a night. I ain’t sure if this is a good idea,” you said, motioning to the two of you wrapped up together in bed, “especially given what I gotta do tomorrow,” you began, Joel reaching to pull the covers up over you both.

“We never have to do this again, darlin’. I won’t take any offence,” Joel chuckled, letting you hug into his side. “But the offer is always there,” he said.

“Thank you, Joel,” you said.

“Anytime, darlin’. I meant what I said; I just wanna take care of ya. However that looks like,” he said.

You drifted off to sleep in Joel’s arms that night, content and feeling satisfied for the first time in months. You hoped that when tomorrow dawned, you wouldn’t wake up regretting tonight. Joel was, and always would be, your best friend. But perhaps the idea of this becoming more would be too messy to comprehend. Not that you didn’t want it, not at all. You’d trade anything to feel this good every night of the week.

Perhaps this would be something the two of you could revisit in the months and years to come. When you untangle yourself from Tommy, and begin your life anew on your own. You’d not been single since your teenage years, so the last thing you needed was to hop into any sort of relationship. Let alone with your ex-husband’s brother.

But for as much as you’d fight it, deep down you just knew: this wouldn’t be the last time in his bed.

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