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#I'll probably do some ask responses tomorrow
bisaster-energy · 2 years
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just got home and because my parents decided that their problems are my problems im living in actual hell
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letjungcoook7 · 2 months
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teasing temptations || jjk || +18 || request
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request: can i ask a jk smut wheres hes readers best friends brother and theyre like kinda hate each other but have loads of sexual tension? plus point if jk always finds a way to tease her
☾ w.c: 6k
☾ pairing: jungkook x fem!reader
☾ rating: 18+ minors do not interact.
☾ genre: smut, enemies x lovers
☾ warnings: clit play, unprotected sex, cowgirl, dick riding, cum play, mentions of sex.
☾ author's note: hey, hey, hey, everyone! <3 i’ve missed writing requests, and im excited to let you know that I'll be responding to all of you who sent them. so, if you've sent one, don't worry— im working on it.
some requests tend to captivate me, and that's why i end up writing a lot and making them so fucking long. maybe i should learn to write less and focus more on the smut part than the context, but hey, i love the contexts.
thanks to everyone for being patient with me, and sorry for taking too long. i missed the ask with the request, but i still have the asked saved. sorry <3
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"Could you guys shout the fuck up?" you exclaim, rushing downstairs. "It's 2 am, for goodness' sake."
Jungkook turns his head towards you, lowering the TV volume. He smirks from the couch.
"Why do we have to be quiet?" He teases, "No one's in need of sleep here."
"I need to sleep, asshole," you retort, irritation evident. "Taehyung, can your friend leave, please?" you implore, giving your brother pleading eyes. Taehyung glances at you briefly, rolls his eyes, and shrugs.
"Nah, he can stay! My house, my rules," he laughs with Jungkook, but your annoyance remains unamused. Jungkook grins mischievously, lounging on the sofa and casually putting his feet up on the coffee table.
"I don't care whose house it is; it's still 2 am, and I need to sleep," you persist, crossing your arms.
Your brother chuckles, seemingly unfazed. "Come on, it's just a bit of fun. Loosen up!"
"Fun for you, maybe," you snap back. "I have work tomorrow, unlike some people."
Taehyung's frown deepens, and Jungkook shoots you a look of feigned sincerity.
"Poor little you… maybe work won't be too demanding tomorrow, and you can catch up on sleep," Jungkook teases, still comfortably sprawled on the sofa. Taehyung joins in laughter, and you notice a wink exchanged between the two before Jungkook turns his attention back to you. 
"If you guys don't keep it down, I swear..." you threaten, your patience wearing thin.
Jungkook, seemingly unfazed, leans in to whisper to Taehyung, and their scheming captures your curiosity.
"What's going on over there?" you inquire, raising an eyebrow.
Jungkook grins and whispers to Taehyung, who nods in agreement. Jungkook stands up, approaching you with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
"What are you guys up to?" you ask, a bit wary.
"Nothing," Jungkook replies excitedly, his grin widening. Taehyung laughs, thoroughly entertained. As Jungkook steps closer, his face inches from yours, he playfully questions, "Why so angry?"
You push him away, frustrated. "Go to your house, Jungkook."
Unfazed, Jungkook grins mischievously. "I don't want to go home. I want to stay here with you."
Taehyung laughs, teasing, "What a simp."
 Ignoring Taehyung, Jungkook looks at you, his eyes sparkling. "Come on, let's stay up together. It'll be fun!"
You chuckle, rolling your eyes. "Fun? With you?" Another laugh escapes you. "Alright, spill it. What's your idea of fun, guys? Playing video games?" You tilt your head, awaiting their response with a hint of skepticism.
Jungkook gives you a subtle nod. "Exactly. Maybe I'll even teach you how to play."
Taehyung laughs, and Jungkook shoots him a scowl. He takes your hand, gently tugging you closer to him and leading you toward the living room. "I'll show you how to play," he grins. "Then, I'll beat you every time."
You drop his hand abruptly.
 "That's probably why you don't have a girlfriend, Jungkook," you tease.
He smirks, unfazed. 
"Oh, but it's not like I'm trying to get a girlfriend," Jungkook retorts, walking past you and settling onto the sofa. "What's your excuse?" he adds, winking at you. "No one wants you?"
You scoff at Jungkook's remark, not letting him off the hook. "Excuse me, I have plenty of offers, thank you very much."
Taehyung joins in, still chuckling. 
"Smooth, Jungkook. Real smooth."
“I very much doubt that,” Jungkook says, his smirk deepening.
Taehyung, sensing an opportunity, chimes in with a hint of jealousy. 
“What offers are you talking about? I haven't seen you with anyone recently.”
You raise an eyebrow, challenging Jungkook's skepticism.
"Just because I don't parade my personal life like a reality show doesn't mean it doesn't exist."
Jungkook smirks playfully. 
"Alright, prove it. Bring one of these mysterious suitors over sometime."
You shoot back, "Maybe I will, just to show you."
"I'd pay to see that." Jungkook leans back on the sofa, still grinning. "I'll believe it when I see it."
"Fine!" you said. 
"Good, I can't wait."
The next morning, you groggily make your way to the bathroom, only to be surprised as the door opens, and Jungkook steps out, wearing nothing but a towel slung low on his hips.
You pause, caught off guard, and Jungkook glances at you, a playful smirk on his face. 
"Good morning. Need something?"
Trying to conceal your surprise, you manage a half-smile. 
"Uh, just trying to use the bathroom."
Jungkook maintains his grin, utterly unfazed by his semi-clothed state as he stands before you.
"You can use the other bathroom," he suggests, casting a playful glance your way. "Unless you're enjoying the view of my abs." He turns to the mirror, flexing a few times with a self-satisfied smile.
Rolling your eyes at Jungkook's unabashed confidence, you manage a playful retort. 
"I've seen better."
He laughs, seemingly undeterred. 
"Sure, sure, keep telling yourself that."
As Jungkook heads towards Taehyungs room, still clad in just a towel, you can't help but shake your head. 
Heading off to work, you can't shake off the lingering amusement from the morning encounter with Jungkook. The day passes in a whirlwind of tasks, but as you finally return home, however, to your surprise, as you enter your living room, there he is—Jungkook, lounging on the sofa as if he owns the place.
"Doesn't Jungkook have his own place to be?" you whisper to your brother, raising an eyebrow.
Taehyung glances at Jungkook, then back at you, with a mischievous grin. 
"Well, apparently, our house is more entertaining."
You shoot a disapproving look at Taehyung before turning your attention back to Jungkook, who is now engrossed in something on his phone.
"Hey, don't let him get under your skin, Y/N" Taehyung says in a lower tone.
You nod at Taehyung's advice, attempting to shake off your irritation. 
"Easy for you to say."
Taehyung chuckles, then pats your shoulder reassuringly. 
"Look, he won't stay forever. Just let him have his fun for a bit."
Having Jungkook at your home during the summer had become a familiar routine, a tradition of sorts. Yet, beneath the surface of shared laughter and casual camaraderie, a subtle tension had persisted for as long as you could remember. The unspoken truth was that both you and Jungkook had a history of competing for your brother's attention.
Each summer brought a silent challenge, a subtle contest to secure Taehyung's focus and approval. Your home, once a peaceful, had turned into a battleground of unspoken competition. And most of the time, Jungkook wins. 
Over the next few days, Jungkook's presence becomes a regular feature in your home. Your routine begins to adjust to the unexpected intrusion, and Jungkook's playful antics somehow manage to carve a space in the familiar surroundings.
One evening, as you return home, the sound of music and laughter greets you at the door. Entering the living room, you find Jungkook and Taehyung engaged in a heated video game battle, their competitive banter filling the air.
"Welcome to the party!" Jungkook grins, pausing the game briefly.
You sigh, a mix of annoyance and amusement. 
"This is getting out of hand, you know."
Taehyung nudges you playfully. 
"Come on, it's not so bad."
"Fine, whatever. I'm going out today, you can have the house all for yourselves," you declare, gesturing with a dismissive flair.
Taehyung raises his eyebrows in surprise, but Jungkook stays quiet for a moment before turning his attention to you. 
"Where are you going?" he finally asks.
Taehyung shoots you a smug smile. "See? He's curious."
Jungkook gives Taehyung a look before refocusing on you. 
"Well? What are you doing today?" His voice takes on a low, soft tone, almost enough to make you blush.
"For your information, Mr. Jeon, I have a date," you retort with a smirk.
Jungkook leans in, a curious tilt to his head. 
"Well, what's the plan for your date?" Taehyung snickers at your response, but Jungkook remains fixated on you, his expression thoughtful and curious.
"Why? Are you my dad? Last time I checked, my parents were doing pretty well in the Bahamas," you reply with a playful edge.
"I'm just wondering..." Jungkook's tone softens, somewhat apologetic. Taehyung chuckles at your response, and Jungkook briefly looks at him before turning back to you. He offers a slight smile. "Sorry, never mind then."
You roll your eyes at Jungkook's lingering curiosity. 
"It's just a date, no need for an interrogation."
As you head towards the door, Jungkook raises an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. 
"Alright, have fun."
"I will, don't worry about it."
You go upstairs to your room, the anticipation of the upcoming date heightening your senses. The soft hum of your favorite music fills the air as you take a shower, the warm water cascading over you,  washing away any lingering tension.
Afterward, you stand before the mirror, fixing your hair with deliberate care and adding subtle touches to your makeup. As you slip into a tight-fitting dress that accentuates your features, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. The doorbell's ring interrupts your moment, signaling the arrival of your date. Descending the stairs, you find Taehyung and Jungkook engaged in a conversation with Thomas, your date.  
"Hello, Y/N," Thomas greets you with surprise evident in his eyes.
Taehyung and Jungkook exchange a subtle glance, their silent communication adding a layer of intrigue to the atmosphere. Thomas, tall and handsome, radiates a preppy charm, his outfit reflecting a polished style.
You smile back, a bit irritated by the presence of your brother and Jungkook. You link arms with Thomas and pull him outside, murmuring a goodbye to the two. Thomas looks confused and stops accompanying you as soon as you pass through the door, silently asking for an explanation.
You release a sigh, attempting to mask your frustration. 
"It's just my brother and his friend, Jungkook. They have a unique way of being annoying. They're two brats"
Thomas smiles, understanding. 
"Ah, got it. Don't worry, I'm here to make the night much better."
You both distance yourselves from the residence, leaving the tense atmosphere behind. As you walk side by side, Thomas's presence brings a welcome relief.
The evening unfolds with Thomas proving to be a charming companion, effortlessly steering the conversation away from the earlier tensions. Laughter and shared moments gradually replace the lingering frustration from the beginning of the night.
Thomas brings you back home, and you find yourselves seated comfortably in his car, parked near your front door. 
"Thanks for tonight," you say, breaking the silence. 
Thomas smiles, his eyes reflecting genuine warmth. 
"The pleasure was mine. I enjoyed every moment."
You stared at each other for several seconds that seemed too long, your faces come closer and your breath mixes. Your lips collided and you started kissing. You didn't notice in the midst of making out that, at some point, Thomas had his hand under the skirt of your dress, grabbing your ass cheek. His tongue slid so well against yours that you felt the need to have his hands on you. The two of you were interrupted by a few knocks on the closed window of Thomas' car. It was Jungkook. 
What the hell.
"It's late!" he practically shouts, his voice piercing the calm air. You exchange an exasperated look with Thomas before he rolls down the window on the passenger side – your side.
"What do you want, Jungkook?" you snort, your irritation evident.
"I want you to come in; it's late, don't you think?" he says, arching an eyebrow.
"And who are you to demand anything?" you retort, crossing your arms. Jungkook sighs, seemingly unbothered by your defiance.
"Can you come in? Your brother is inside, worried."
"I'll come in when I want—"
"Come in, Y/N," Thomas interjects, his voice calm as he gently holds your wrist. "Let's not make your brother worry, and besides, we'll see you tomorrow." He smiles at you while Jungkook outside rolls his eyes, clearly unimpressed, rolls his eyes.
"Alright," you grumbled. "So, see you tomorrow?" you said to Thomas, who gave you a gentle peck on the lips.
"Until tomorrow, beautiful"
"Let's get moving!" Jungkook huffed, rapping on the car's frame.
"I'm coming!" you retorted and stepped out of the car.
You strode purposefully, heading for the front door. Jungkook caught up, and as soon as he did, you confronted him without turning around.
"Why did you do that?"
"Because you two were making out in the car in the middle of the night," he replied, quickening his pace to match yours.
"It was just a kiss!" you defended, passing through the front door.
"A kiss?" Jungkook scoffed ironically, closing the door behind him. "His hand was under your fucking dress!"
"Argh!" 
"You're lucky it was me who came to check on you. Imagine if it had been Taehyung, and he found you in that sorry state," Jungkook teased. "I'd be embarrassed if I were you."
You turned to him, angry and utterly irritated.
"Shut the fuck up, Jungkook."
Jungkook smirked, enjoying your frustration. 
"Honestly, you should thank me. Taehyung would've flipped if he saw you two"
You scoffed, crossing your arms. 
"You're just jealous because you wish it was you kissing me in that car!"
Jungkook laughed, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Please."
"Admit it, you've always had a crush on me, Jungkook."
You weren't sure where the courage to say that came from. Taehyung had told you about Jungkook's crush on you two summers ago. You knew that by now, that crush had probably faded away, but you didn't want to miss the chance to throw it in his face. Even though you had promised your brother never to reveal it, Jungkook had pushed you too far, and you wanted to make a point.
Jungkook's laughter faltered for a moment, his teasing demeanor replaced by surprise. He glanced at you, searching for any sign that you might be joking.
"You're delusional if you think—"
"Come on, Jungkook. Taehyung spilled the tea about your little summer crush. It's not delusional if it's true."
He sighed, a mixture of frustration and embarrassment crossing his face. "That happened a long time ago. It doesn't mean anything now."
You chuckled, enjoying the shift in the dynamic. "Oh, but it's entertaining to think about, isn't it? Mr. Cool and Confident, secretly harboring a crush."
Jungkook scowled, attempting to regain his composure. 
"That's not the point."
You glanced back at him, a sly smile playing on your lips. 
"Isn't it, though? You love poking into everyone's business, but when the tables turn, suddenly it's not the point?"
He crossed his arms, still clearly irritated. 
"I just don't see why you had to bring it up."
"Maybe I wanted to remind you that we all have our little secrets," you replied, your tone teasing. "Even the mighty Jungkook."
"Fuck you, Y/N."
With that, you left Jungkook standing there, a mix of frustration and contemplation on his face.
You couldn't deny feeling a sense of guilt. Despite Jungkook's irritating nature, and he was undoubtedly that, you couldn't shake the constant questioning of whether you had handled things right with him. Even though he was annoying, perhaps you had gone a bit too far with your words and actions. Bringing up his past crush on you might have been too much. 
The guilt consumed you, and you tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. No matter how much you shifted and turned, sleep eluded you. 
All you could think about was Jungkook.
His embarrassed reaction to your revelation, the way his jaw clenched, and the fact that he was wearing a tank top that showcased the results of a year's worth of intense workouts, his biceps noticeably more defined. And those tattoos and piercings...
You sighed in frustration, irritated that you were thinking about Jungkook in such a way. That annoying guy who seemed to take pleasure in getting on your nerves. You turned to the side, attempting to clear your mind, but it was futile. Thoughts of Jungkook persisted.
Alright, time for a change of strategy. Yes, that could work. 
You tried redirecting your thoughts to Thomas, your date. His kindness, his tenderness, the way he kissed skillfully. But... it wasn't Thomas you imagined kissing you.
It was Jungkook.
That fucking brat.
Goodness, how you despised Jeon Jungkook.
in your mind's eye, it was Jungkook's face inches away from yours. His mischievous smile and those intense eyes capturing your attention. The image shifted to a scenario where his lips met yours, the familiarity and comfort of the imaginary kiss surprising you. You couldn't believe your own mind was playing tricks on you.
In an attempt to push the intrusive thoughts away, you scolded yourself internally. "Get a grip, Y/N. This is ridiculous."
But the vivid images lingered. The mental image of Jungkook's touch, his lips, and the conflicting emotions within you created a tumultuous storm in your mind. 
His body was tempting, even mouth-watering. You knew and had already admitted to yourself before. He was indeed hot, but he was an annoying little boy and worse: your brother's best friend.
You vividly remembered the other day at the pool, Jungkook showing off his toned abs as he sat on the edge of the pool. The water drops ran down his body and you found yourself watching him. He noticed because he laughed softly and you soon went back to your room, but you couldn't take the image of his skin shining in the sun and his hair dripping out of your mind.
Before you knew it, you had two fingers stroking the cotton fabric of your panties. You hesitated, as soon as you understood what you were about to do, but then, the image wouldn't leave your head.
It was instinctive.
You caressed your clitoris through your panties, generating a pleasant friction while you thought about Jungkook and bit your lower lip, trying to keep your moans inside your mouth. Your fingers rotated in a circular motion and you crossed your legs, a little desperate and needing more contact. It was then that you removed your panties and touched directly over your clitoris, swollen by the stimulation and your thoughts. You pressed your fingers on your sensitive spot and rubbed your phalanges up and down while letting out a low moan, almost a sigh. 
Your movements became accelerated and you leaned your body forward, you were almost reaching orgasm, you could feel the walls of your pussy clenching around nothing while you didn't know whether to stick your fingers in your pussy or continue to caress your clitoris. You chose to continue. Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook, that's all you thought. 
His hands marked with veins, his body, his smell. What would his skin texture be like up close? And then, a few seconds later, you came. You came for a long time thinking about Jungkook.
The next day unfolded with an awkward tension between you and Jungkook. Unwilling to confront the embarrassment of your thoughts from the previous night, you made a conscious effort to avoid any interaction with him. As you entered the living room, Jungkook was engrossed in his phone, seemingly equally intent on avoiding you.
Taehyung couldn't help but notice the palpable awkwardness.
 "What's going on with you two? Did I miss something?"
You hesitated, trying to downplay the situation. 
"Nothing, just not in the mood for small talk today."
Taehyung raised an eyebrow, eyeing both you and Jungkook. "Hmm, seems like there's more to it than that."
Jungkook, still engrossed in his phone, mumbled, "Just not feeling it today, Tae."
Taehyung leaned back, a smirk playing on his lips. "Uh-huh, sure. Something tells me there's a lot more beneath the surface."
You shot Jungkook a sideways glance, realizing he was purposefully avoiding eye contact. "Can we drop it, please? Just not in the mood.”
When you returned to your room, you scrolled through your phone and canceled the plans with Thomas scheduled for later. It wasn't because you found it dull; on the contrary, you enjoyed his company. However, you were no longer in the mood to go out with Thomas, tired of your brother's interrogations, and somewhat apprehensive about Jungkook bringing up the previous night. Honestly, the events of last night left you a bit rattled.
You didn't want to stand Thomas up; you were still quite interested in him, but you thought maybe you'd save it for another night. Over three hours passed, and you knew Taehyung would be in his English summer reinforcement class during that time. So, in the quiet of the house with just you and Jungkook, you decided to approach him.
You found him in the living room, engrossed in his phone, barely glancing up as you approached. Clearly aware that with only the two of you at home, it could only be you coming, he made it evident that he had no intention of greeting you or even looking in your direction.
"Hey, Jungkook," you began, hesitating. He lifted his eyes, meeting yours, arching his eyebrows in a silent request for you to continue. "I'm sorry about yesterday."
"Exactly what are you apologizing for?" he said disdainfully, not putting down his phone.
"For bringing up that conversation about you having a crush on me," you barely finished speaking when he scoffed.
"Forget about it," Jungkook rolled his eyes.
You sighed, a hint of frustration in your voice. 
"Can't you at least pretend to accept an apology?"
Jungkook glanced up from his phone, a smirk playing on his lips. "Fine, I pretend. Apology accepted, happy now?"
You shot him a sarcastic smile. 
"Ecstatic. Now, can we move on without the attitude?"
Jungkook leaned back, still smirking. 
"Attitude my ass, Y/N."
"Come on, Jungkook, do you really have to be like this?" Your frustration echoed in your raised voice.
"Y/N, spare me, okay?" He rose from the couch, a tad disheveled, the oversized shirt perfectly complementing his frame. You sighed, the events of the previous night replaying in your mind. "And let's drop this crush nonsense. Yes, I had a brief crush on you because suddenly you looked stunning and your brother had no business spilling the beans. Satisfied? Now, let's just pretend it never happened, alright?"
You crossed your arms, a teasing smile playing on your lips. "Oh, so Mr. Jeon really had a little crush on me? Should I feel honored?"
Jungkook rolled his eyes, but there was a playful glint in them. "Honored? More like mildly entertained. And don't get too ahead of yourself. It was just a passing phase."
You feigned offense. 
"A passing phase? I'm hurt, Jungkook. I thought I was unforgettable."
He leaned in, a mischievous grin on his face. "Oh, you're unforgettable, just not in the way you think."
You couldn't help but laugh. 
"Alright, Jeon, let's call a truce. No more past crushes and no more annoying comments. Deal?"
Jungkook extended his hand, a playful glimmer in his eyes. 
"Deal.”
“Now, can we go back to tolerating each other in peace?"
Jungkook smirked. "Peace it is, Y/N.”
Jungkook's eyes held a depth you hadn't noticed before, and you found yourself drawn to them. The room fell into a brief silence, only broken by the soft hum of the air conditioning.
Jungkook, breaking the silence, leaned in ever so slightly, his gaze lingering on your lips. 
"You know, for a passing phase, you're still on my mind more than I'd like to admit."
You swallowed nervously, feeling the magnetic pull between you two. 
"Maybe it's not just a passing phase then."
In that moment, the distance closed, and your lips met in a soft, unexpected kiss. It was a culmination of tension, teasing, and something unspoken that had lingered for too long.
When you pulled away, both of you wore surprised expressions, realizing the shift in dynamics. Jungkook's usual smirk was replaced by a genuine warmth. 
"Well, that was unexpected."
You chuckled, still processing the moment. 
"Unexpected, but not entirely unwelcome."
Jungkook chuckled. It was a genuine smile that you hadn't seen often because, usually, your interactions were always accompanied by teasing.
"So, I guess the one who got more interested in this crush story was you, huh?" he joked, but still carried a soft tone in his voice.
"Hey, quiet down or I might regret that kiss," you said in a tone similar to Jungkook's, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, really?" he grinned, lightly biting his lower lip.
You couldn't help but smirk at Jungkook's playful demeanor. 
"Maybe," you replied, meeting his gaze with a hint of mischief.
Once again, his smile made you shiver. He tilted his head to the side and with a step closer to you, grabbed your waist, pulling you close and you breathed deeply, feeling his body press against yours. Jungkook was hot, in the literal sense of the word. His heat could be felt even through the clothes he was wearing and you wasted no time and immediately grabbed the back of his head, while the boy pressed his lips to yours once again.
This time, the kiss was intense – his tongue slid over yours and his lips fit perfectly. Jungkook's hands were firmly on your waist and his fingers pressed against your skin through the thin fabric of the dress you were wearing. Your fingers were intertwined at the back of his neck as Jungkook turned his face to give even more intensity to the kiss and, every time his lower lip touched your tongue, you could feel the cold sensation of the piercing that adorned his lip.
Everything was extremely exciting, the way he kissed you with so much desire, the way he slid his hand along the lower part of your back, and how he sighed in the middle of the kiss and you knew it was a thousand times better than your imagination.
Jungkook then slid his lips to your neck. Fuck. Right at your most sensitive point.
Your skin crawled all over and you could feel him pulling you even closer, as if he wanted you to merge and maybe he really did. You felt your hips close enough to feel your body begging for friction, while you moaned softly with the kisses from your brother's best friend.
“Jungkook” you whispered, “Tae will probably be here soon” you swallowed.
“He still takes a while,” Jungkook replied between one kiss and another, running his tongue along your neck.
“I-I don’t know,” you replied.
Jungkook pulled away and looked at you.
"I did something wrong?" he looked confused and you sighed a little frustrated.
"No of course not."
"So?"
"You know what? Screw it” you say, placing your hands on his chest and making him sit awkwardly on the couch. “Make it worth it, Jungkook.”
It was the last thing you said before lifting your dress a little and placing your thighs on either side of Jungkook's body, sitting on his lap and he moaned softly when he felt your hips meeting and his clear bulge beneath his mesh shorts. You smiled satisfied, rolling on his lap and as he grabbed both sides of your ass. He cursed something you couldn’t really hear and you smiled, moving more intensely on top of him.
His tongue caressed the curve of your neck, it was like velvet, taking away every ounce of sanity. It was wrong, you knew it and so did he. Taehyung would freak out if he saw you in that situation with him, you knew that too, but then why did Jungkook's mouth fit so perfectly on your neck? Why was his smell so addictive? Why did his touch drive you completely insane?
His fingerprints touched the skin of your thigh and you caressed the relief of his tattoos that covered Jungkook's arm, the goosebumps were instantaneous and he closed his eyes, tilting his head back. Your nail scratched his arm and, suddenly, his eyes opened, staring at you intensely for long seconds until they kissed again.
The friction between your bodies was constant and you needed more.
You took your hands to the white shirt he was wearing and took it off, leaving his torso bare and you could see up close what you imagined so much the night before. You fingered his chest and Jungkook's abs, as he grabbed your ass again, in desperation. He sighed and you moved slowly, teasing him.
He couldn't help it and a growl came out of his mouth at the same time he kissed every part of your bust exposed by your dress. Jungkook grabbed the straps of your dress and pulled it down, revealing your tits that he immediately cupped; an audible moan left your lips as he tasted your skin, your nipple became hard in his mouth.
You felt his cock getting harder and harder beneath you and you were burning with desire. You needed him. And you knew it was reciprocated because his hands lifted your dress even higher, leaving it bunched up around your belly. You smiled in approval. What else could you do?
Your lips collided once again, in a kiss even more brutal, urgent, carnal and filled with lust.
“Jungkook” you said, between kisses. You honestly didn't want to stop, but you were scared of your brother. You two were in the living room and you had your dress up, wiggling your hips against his best friend lap.
“I don’t want to stop, please don’t ask me to stop” he begged, in a tone of voice you had never heard before. “I need to go all the way, I need to fuck you.”
You shivered at the last part of the sentence. You needed him to fuck you too, you needed him completely. And you were convinced, he had won. Your eyes rolled back as you declared him a silent victory at the way you kissed him again. This time, raising your hips and blindly unbuttoning his clothes, pulling down the shorts and underwear he was wearing in desperation.
Your hands held his fully hard cock. You couldn't see him, but you had already felt it and knew that Jungkook was above average, but you had to break the kiss to admire his cock in your hand, glistening with pre-cum.
Jungkook sighed as you slid your hand, balled into a fist, to the base of his cock, pumping slowly. You could feel the relief that the veins made and it pulsing between your fingers. He moaned your name and that was definitely the sexiest sound you've ever heard.
With his index finger, he pushed your panties to the side and whispered:
“Put my dick in.”
It was a request, but it sounded like an order. You gave a mischievous laugh and slid his cockhead down your entire length until you reached your entrance, which was completely wet. You fit him in and felt the walls of your pussy stretch so his cock could enter. So big, so fuking delicious.
You slowly lowered your hips, grinding on his cock until you felt him all inside. You moaned and he grunted, placing both hands on your ass and slapping it on each side. The crack echoed through the room and you began to move your hips up and down, using your thighs as leverage. You moan loudly as you feel Jungkook still, his cock filling you completely.
Your movements are slow and precise and you bring your face closer to his ear to moan Jungkook's name quietly, just for him to hear.
It was better than he had ever imagined, because he had imagined it too.
And fucking him was much better than touching herself thinking about him.
Your moans again, drawn out and whispered in Jungkook's ear, driving him crazy. He held your hips firmly, leaving you still and began thrusting his hips against yours, so fucking hard. Jungkook completely lost control, it was clear.
You tilt your head back and let him fuck your pussy however he wants, without opposing anything. Your tits were pressed against his pecs while his balls made audible noises as they hit your ass and you felt your heart racing.
Jungkook made strong thrusts as if he were going to pierce you, he hit you deep, being able to feel your cervix and your insides giving in to him more and more.
He felt his balls tighten and you felt his cock pulsing inside you without stopping, while you contracted your muscles to increase even more the friction between the walls of your pussy and his dick moving in and out almost completely inside you.
Your hips collided with force and moans mixed and echoed throughout the living room and neither of you even seemed to remember that, at any moment, your brother could return. But the two of you were too caught up in your own pleasure to remember anything other than this crazy, animalistic instinct to possess each other.
Jungkook's hands, which previously held you so you wouldn't move, became softer so you were able to help him, by moving too. The pace became slower, as the sweat began to drip, but it was still intense.
You lean on the back of the sofa and he looks at you and, feeling his cock throbbing inside you, you realize that both he and you were close to cumming.
“Fuck, the fucking condom” you said and he looked at you a little confused. “I’m not going to let you cum inside, Jungkook. I don’t want to have a mini Jungkook running around my house.”
He laughs, pulling your waist closer and fucking you deeper.
“I bet you’re dying for me to fill you with cum.”
“Shut up” you say in a firm tone, but then you feel his dick hit you deeper and you moan. Jungkook laughs contentedly.
A few more thrusts and Jungkook holds your hips and makes you get off of him. In a quick and desperate movement, he makes you lie down, with your legs open and he positions himself in the middle, kneeling on the sofa, while, with one hand he starts to pump his own cock and with the other, he stimulates your clitoris.
You smile, seeing that he really wanted to cum but was also worried about you cumming too. What a gentleman.
“Focus on me and I’ll focus on you” you say and he nods, while you make him take his hand off his dick and just focus on stroking your clit.
He does it with dexterity, now using his middle and index fingers, making very precise circular movements on your most sensitive point. While you jerk off for him, trying to maintain the same rhythm he did inside you.
You didn't think it through, you just needed to cum. He needed it too.
His dick was towards your belly, and, due to your haste, your dress was in the same direction.
Fuck, he was going to get your dress mess up. You didn't even have time to think of a strategy because he started cumming. The long, white jets of cum covered your skin and dress, making Jungkook weaken and almost stop his movements on your clit.
Jungkook didn't stop, however.
He continued.
And you let go because you were so fucking close.
“Don’t stop, please” you whimpered, as he forced his fingers up and down, looking at you with sharp eyes and an open mouth, moaning your name.
It didn't take long for you to cum either. Intensely in his fingers.
You were screwed, that's all you could think.
How would you stop this?
You hated Jungkook and he was your brother's best friend and he had just fucked you so fucking good.
Oh, Lord.
You looked at each other once more and you both sighed together.
“My brother can’t even dream of what just happened here.” 
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gh0stsp1d3r · 2 months
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Idea for part 2 to lingerie or maybe a separate fic but luke convinces reader to let him take pictures of her in some of the lingerie so she can see how pretty she looks from his pov ☺️
ℒ𝒾𝓃𝑔ℯ𝓇𝒾ℯ 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝓌ℴ
PART 1, PART 3
Warnings- LOSER!LUKE AGENDA!! 18+, mdni! they are so couple goals.
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“Ok, this one I saw, and I had to have it.” You said as you smiled, you stood in front of him and twirled around once again. It was a lot more scandalous, showing more skin and your cleavage barely covered.
His mouth was watering at this point, he just so desperately wanted to kiss you- touch you- anything really.
“It looks.. amazing. Probably the best one.” He nodded, reminding himself to keep eye contact and not let his eyes wander. He tried to keep his responses short and quick.
“Agreed.”
He felt embarrassed thinking about it. Would you think he was weird? Would you be creeped out and never talk to him again?
Fuck it.
You smiled and went to go change before he said your name. You turned around and looked at him, confused.
“Yeah?”
“Do you think… I could, take a picture…?”
Your eyes widened at that. The air grew thick with tension, and his voice cut through the silence after a little.
“Just- so that you can see how great you look from my point of view, you- you know?” He stuttered, anxious as he looked at you.
“Oh… okay. Sure. Why not?” You gave him another grin, and he smiled back. And you knew he had other intentions with the pictures, but it was Luke Castellan. The man you’ve had a crush on since you both were kids, the guy you were best friends with.
He took out his camera quickly, it's as if he had been waiting for this moment his whole life. He had been.
You stood, with a small smile on your face for the first one. It was mostly innocent. Then, he swears he would die when the poses got less innocent.
He swallowed, shaking the polaroids as they printed. Once they did, you sat right next to him, your bare thigh touching the denim of his jeans. He handed you them and you flipped through them.
"They're great. Ugh, I'm so glad I got you to do this. You're the best," You gave him another kiss on the cheek, his cheeks were tinted pink.
"Is that it?" he asked nervously. You nodded and you picked out a pair of pajamas, which was just a baggy shirt with some pajama pants.
"Could you... turn around? I don't feel like going in the bathroom." You were teasing him at this point, you wanted him to make a move already, plus it was fun seeing him flustered.
"Yeah... Of course." It was your cabin after all, he turned around, his hands on his knees as he fought against the urge to turn around.
While he was turned around, you quickly grabbed his bag, stuffing three of the best pictures he took into it. You quickly shoved it back in place and got dressed.
You sat back on the bed with him, talking for a while before the rest of the aphrodite cabin started pouring in.
"What's he doing in here?" One of your sisters asked.
"We were just talking." You said, he nodded and gave them each a small smile as they looked at him. He grew uncomfortable soon, however.
"I should probably get going, I'll see you tomorrow." He said, standing up quickly, leaving the cabin. You furrowed an eyebrow and followed after him.
"Wait, Luke!" You called his name; he turned around and looked at you, his bag slung on his shoulder.
"Yeah?"
"Goodnight." You said, but he felt like there was more you wanted to say.
"You got out here, in the cold, to tell me goodnight?" He cocked his head to the side. You swallowed now and walked closer to him.
You both stared at each other for a moment, and he gazed into your eyes with such love, how could you resist him anymore?
As his hand reached for your face, your heart started racing. You both leaned in closer and closer until your lips met. It felt like a dream come true, but this was real. Your mind was blown away by the softness of his lips as you traced your finger over his scar. The moment was electric, and you couldn't believe this was actually happening.
"Is this real?" you asked shakily once your lips left his. He chuckled and nodded.
"Goodnight," he said, giving you one last kiss on your forehead before leaving.
As soon as you entered the Aphrodite cabin again, the girls around you looked at you, all expecting an explanation.
"I kissed him!" you squealed, screams erupt, and Luke could hear it as he was walking towards his own cabin, small smirk on his face.
And when he opened up his bag, reaching for his book, 3 polaroids were on top. He had a smile on his face as he looked through them.
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ruh--roh-raggy · 4 months
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Hello! Wow, I can honestly say I wasn't expecting that big of a response on my first fic so thank all of you so much!! I've got brain rot real bad about this man, so expect a lot of fics for him. Now, onto the fun part. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! ADULT CONTENT AHEAD, 18+ FIC AHEAD, MDNI, age gap (reader is in college, William is in his 40's/50's), jealous William, hinted that he killed your terrible coworker if you squint, thigh riding, unprotected sex, pnv sex, creampie, breeding kink if you squint, some spanking but it's nothing too intense, size difference (I just love me a big man what can I say?), cock warming, Reader is 5'0/152cm because that's how tall I am, whoops) dom William, slight degradation, definite praise, pining, domestic!William, OOC William, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, use of pet names sweetheart, honey, pretty little thing, bunny (I think that's everything, please let me know if I forgot any tags!)
Word count: 8,058
You can find my Masterlist here!
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You tapped softly on your boss’s half open door. You heard him finish up a phone call, the receiver clicking as he hung up. “Come on in.” He calls cheerfully. You push open the door, his gaze softening as it landed on you.
“Mr. Afton, can I talk to you really quick?” You ask nervously, anxiously tracing over the cold brass doorknob with your finger.
“Of course you can. Shut the door, come on in.” You do as he says, you swallow thickly as the door clicks shut behind you. You sat in one of the stiff pizzaria chairs he had at his desk, the once vibrant clumps of geometric shapes beginning to fade with age. “What can I do for you sweetheart?” He folds his hands in front of him as he shoots you a small smile. You always found yourself growing flustered under his gaze, your eyes darted to the nameplate that sat on his desk, tracing over the neat gold letters as you tried to steady your pounding heart.
“I was just wondering if you could stop scheduling me with Kyle?” You mutter, cursing internally at how stupid your request sounded.
“What happened? He didn't hurt you, did he?” The sudden flash of anger in his voice was unmistakable.
“No, nothing like that. It just feels like he always goes out of his way to give me the worst jobs. A kid throws up in the ball pit, I have to clean it up. A parent gets too drunk and trashes a table, I'm the one on my hands and knees making sure there's no fragments of glass still stuck in the carpet. I know this probably sounds ridiculous, I'm not trying to start problems-”
“(Y/N).” His gentle tone makes you freeze. Your eyes drift up to meet his. He reaches across his desk, holding his hand out for you. You tentatively slip your hand into his, your breath shaky as you watch him trail his thumb over your knuckles. His skin was so warm, you looked so small and delicate compared to him. “I'll deal with Kyle, okay? You're too pretty to be doing those jobs anyways.” You can't help but blush as he winks at you. He stands up, his height allowing him to tower over you as he walks you to the door, his hand on the small of your back. “Have a good night sweetheart, I'll see you tomorrow.” He smiles down at you.
“Goodnight, Mr. Afton.” You smile coyly at him as you turn to leave. He leans against the door way, his arms crossing over his chest as he scans over the pizzeria.
“Kyle!” He barks. “Come see me at the end of your shift bud, we need to have a little chat.” You couldn't keep the smile off your face as you pushed out of the building.
When you came back the next day you expected to see Kyle seething with rage over whatever punishment Mr. Afton had dished out, but he was nowhere to be found. You wandered back towards your boss’ office, wanting to let him know you had arrived to start opening. “There's my favorite girl.” He grins as you poke your head through the doorway. “Come sit, I took care of opening prep, you relax.” He nods in the direction of one of the chairs across from him. He never takes his eyes off of you as you sit rigidly in the seat. “You look tired, would you like some coffee?”
“Oh, you don't have to trouble yourself.” He attempts to wave you off, both of your actions cut short by the sound of your stomach rumbling. “Excuse me.” You look away awkwardly.
“I guess something a little more substantial than coffee is in order here.” He stands, motioning for you to follow him. You trail behind him as he leads you into the kitchen, the smell of the greasy premade pepperoni pizza baking in the oven practically making your mouth water. He grabs the wooden peel, expertly flicking the pizza onto it and retrieving it from the industrial sized oven. “So you haven't eaten and you look exhausted.” You cringed slightly as you waited for him to chastise you, knowing how bad it looked that you weren't showing up to your job with your best foot forward. He sets the pizza on a metal tray, leaving it to cool as his focus directs itself onto you. He takes a few long, agonizingly slow strides towards you. “Is everything okay, sweetheart?” You found yourself immediately growing flustered at the sound of the familiar pet name. Mr. Afton had been using the endearment since you had started, yet hearing it roll so effortlessly off of his tongue never failed to make your cheeks grow warm and arousal to pool between your legs.
“Yeah, it's stupid.” You try to brush your earlier problems of the day away, not wanting to bring attention to what you believed would come off as a childish reason to be upset. Seeing the concerned looks in your boss’ eyes prompted you to continue. “I got into a fight with my roommate today and I ran out of time to eat because we were arguing. I'm sorry-”
“Sweetheart, you don't have to apologize.” A shiver ran down your spine at the sound of his voice. “I'm worried, not upset.” His shoes enter your line of sight, which was currently trained on the floor, as he steps in front of you. A set of warm fingers ghost over the skin of your cheek, pushing back a stray tendril of hair that had fallen out of your messy attempt at tying it back. You slowly meet his hazy green eyes, a patient smile adorning his lips as he waits for his words to settle. You gave him a small nod in response. You walk out onto the main floor of the pizzeria, the eyes of the four life sized animatronics seeming to follow your every move. Although you had grown used to the sight of the vibrantly colored animals, there was something about them that still unnerved you. “Who's your favorite?” You jump slightly when Mr. Afton suddenly speaks up. You breathe out a laugh as you turn to face him.
“Bonnie,” his face lights up at your immediate answer, “I've always liked rabbits.” You join him in the small booth, he eyes you carefully as he serves you a piece of pizza on a napkin. “Thank you for the pizza, Mr. Afton.”
“William.” He corrects with a small smile. “There's no need to be so stiff outside of work hours, doll.”
You can't help but giggle at his playful tone. “Well, thank you for the pizza, William.” He straightens up slightly at the sound of you saying his name. You were honestly a bit surprised to say that you were having a good time. William was charismatic, funny, a little awkward but in a way that came off as endearing. You stood side by side with him in the kitchen, working in tandem to clean up the dishes you made from your impromptu lunch date. You kept finding your eyes drifting over to him, the sight of his sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows, his muscular forearms flexing as he twisted a rag inside of a cup. You swallowed thickly, quickly tearing your eyes away from him and back to the metal pizza pan.
“Right behind you, sweetheart.” William groans as he reaches around you to grab a dry rag. Your heart pounded in your chest as he leaned into you. You feel his arm brush against your back and you dared to look over at him considering that you might never get the chance to be so close to him again, your little secret crush on your boss refused to let you miss that opportunity. You let out a small, startled squeak as you found him already looking at you. Everything about him seemed to only drag you in deeper as you got caught up in his gaze. The deep, musky smell of his cologne, his mossy green eyes holding you firmly in place. His arm wraps around your waist, your hands flying to his chest as he pulls you into him, his lips crashing against yours. It took a moment for your mind to catch up with what was happening to your body. Your eyes fluttered shut, the warmth of being pressed tightly to him seeping into you as you let yourself give in to what you truly wanted. Your hands slid over the soft fabric of his shirt, your fingers just barely grazing over his collar to pull him closer when the main door to the pizzeria slammed open and the excited voices of your coworkers filed in. You startled apart, Williams eyes immediately averting to the floor as a look of shame rapidly spreads across his features. He mutters out a hurried apology as he pushes past you, through the kitchen doors, and directly into his office. You saw your friend Ashley jump as the door slammed behind him, eventually seeing you standing alone in the kitchen as your face dropped into your hands. You had no reason to be but you felt embarrassed. Your whole face burned as the moment replayed itself over and over in your head.
“What the hell was all of that?” Ashley exclaims in a hushed tone as she enters the kitchen.
“Nothing!” You turn to the sink, pretending to wash your hands as an excuse to not have to look at her. “Mr. Afton had an important call to take.” She eyes you curiously, knowing you weren't being honest with her. You felt sweat begin to bead at your temple under her scrutinizing gaze.
“Fine, keep your secrets.” She huffs playfully as she crosses her arms over her chest. She quickly closes the gap in between you, “but if you're fucking the boss and you're not telling me I'm going to be so mad.” You knew it was a joke but you were still a bit on edge from the earlier ordeal.
“Keep your voice down!” You snap, quickly looking over at his office door to see that it was, thankfully, still shut. She gasps, your nervous body language giving you away.
“Tell me everything.” She grabs you by the shoulders, forcing your attention back on her. “Is he good? Is he… y'know?” Her eyes flashing down to your crotch and back up. “Is he big?”
“Ashley!” You attempt to shush her again. “I'm not sleeping with Will-Mr. Afton.” You hurried to try and correct yourself, but your little slip up only added more fuel to the fire.
“Were you about to call him William?” She grills you, a wide, excited smile taking over her face. “Do you guys have pet names for each other? I hear him call you sweetheart all the time but I thought that was just because you're his favor-” You clamp a hand over her mouth, it was the only way you could think of to get her quiet.
“Just hang on,” you wait to see if she was actually done talking before pulling your hand away. “I came in early to open. I was supposed to be working with Kyle but he never showed. I think Mr. Afton might have fired him.”
“Did you finally go talk to him about that creep?” She asks as she leans up against the counter. You nod in response, “good, he was making your life a living hell here. Continue…” she prompts with a wave of her hand.
“I walk over to his office just to let him know that I'm here and he tells me that everything's already done-that’s not the important part.” You took a deep breath to steady yourself before telling her what had gotten you so frazzled. “He was helping me clean some dishes and he reached around me for the towel, so what was I supposed to do? Not look?” Ashley chuckles, being the one person who knew about your crush she understood how impossible that would have been for you. “I looked over at him and he was already looking at me and then he kissed me and then you guys came in-”
“Hold on. Pause.” She holds up her hands to get you to halt your recap. “He kissed you?” You nod, but before you had time to continue one of your coworkers kicked open the double doors to the kitchen.
“Alright ladies, I hate to interrupt, but I got some pizza to make.” He groans through his forced smile.
“We’ll talk about this later.” She whispers hurriedly as she ties her apron around her waist. You nod, copying her motions as you prepare to open for the day. Throughout your shift you kept thinking about the kiss. Did it mean something or was it just an impulse? Did William somehow know about your crush on him? You stood at the side of the pizzeria, unable to keep the smile off of your face as you watched him take a picture with an excited child. You found your mind wandering again, the delighted scream, pings, and whirrs of the room around you seemed to almost fade away. You could still feel his arm wrapped around your waist, how strong his broad chest was under the palms of your hands. You snapped yourself from your daydream, the glowing white eyes of the Spring Bonnie suit studying you carefully. You straightened up, hurrying off to the kitchen so you wouldn't be seen slacking. By the end of the night you had just about driven yourself crazy with questions. Questions you were determined to get answers to. You said goodbye to your coworkers, promising Ashley that you would catch her up when you were able to. You walk up to your boss’ door, a determined look etched into your features. You raised your fist, freezing just before knocking. Why was this so hard? He kissed you! If anything you should be furious! He had completely ambushed you out of nowhere and you had spent the whole day walking around in a fog because of it. But, part of you was worried about what his answer might be. It was easy to hide your feelings from him up until now; glances that lasted a little too long, walking a little too close to him so your fingers could brush his, it could all be passed off as if it were nothing. Now, you were standing in front of his door ready to charge in there to demand an explanation for the kiss not because you were upset with him… but because you were hopeful about what the implications of what that kiss could mean. Before you had the chance to decide for yourself what you were going to do the door opened. William froze at the sight of you standing on the other side. He sighs, raking a hand through his already messy hair.
“(Y/N), I'm sorry about earlier, I don't know what came over me.” Your heart cracked slightly at his apology. So, it really was just an impulse. “Can we… Can we talk about this? I think it might be better for both of us to get it all out in the open.” You were struggling to fight against the tears blurring your vision.
“I think I'm just going to go home, Mr. Afton.” You grimaced at the sound of your voice shaking.
“Sweetheart, I can't let you drive like that.” He carefully wipes away a tear that had slipped onto your cheek. Your lip quivered at the sound of his pet name for you, a soft sob breaking free from your chest as you couldn't hold back your tears any longer. William quickly pulls you into his arms, letting you hide against him. “That's it, let it out.” He says as he soothingly rubs your back. Your arms finally slid around his torso, he rocked you back and forth slightly as he waited for you to calm down. You sniffle as you pull back from him, his warm hand cupping your cheek. “You're even pretty when you cry.” He muses. Your cheeks flushed at the compliment. You allow him to wipe away any remaining trails of tears, realizing after avoiding each other all day that you missed being close to him.
“William,” your voice was a hoarse croak as you spoke. You place a hand over the one he has resting on your cheek. “I want to kiss you again… please.” His eyes widened slightly at the request. But, once he let your words sink in, he wasted no time granting your request. You stumbled back slightly as he kissed you passionately. You grab onto his collar, keeping him flush against you as you reveled in the sensation. One of his hands slaps haphazardly against the doorway as he guides the two of you inside, roughly kicking the door shut before slamming your back against it. He takes your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head in one swift movement. You whimpered softly as he pulled away from you, despite your desperate need to breathe you felt like you would die without his lips on yours. You had to look almost straight up in order to meet his eyes, a wild and hungry look dominating his gaze. He breathes out a chuckle at the sight of you, the look you gave him so full of need it nearly brought him to his knees.
“Such a pretty little thing you are, sweetheart.” He slowly swipes his thumb over your bottom lip, the flesh tender and swollen for the one mind numbing kiss he had granted you. “I can't tell you how long I've wanted you.” You whine as you feel his leg push in between your own. You were forced up onto your toes, struggling to contain the soft moan that bubbles up in your throat at the delicious pressure against your clit.
“Enlighten me.” You challenge, earning a deep, rumbling laugh from him.
“Surely, you must've known.” His head dips into the crook of your neck, biting you hard enough that you knew he would leave a mark behind. “I see you everyday; the way those tight little jeans mold to your ass, how your shirt is always pulled down just low enough to tease me…” you see the briefest look of jealousy flash through his eyes. “How those immature, snotty little college boys are constantly throwing themselves at you.” He pushes into you, his lips staying just out of reach as he keeps you pinned in place. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, he smirked as he felt you squirming against his thigh. “What's the matter sweetheart?” He asks sardonically. You were having trouble thinking straight. Every time you let your full weight sink into him it only made you need his touch more, his hot breath fanning over your lips made your whole body ache for him. “I think you know that no one could take care of you like I could, don't you?” You nod in response, your breathing growing noticeably quicker as he questioned you. His forehead comes to rest against yours, his dull green eyes searching your features for any sign of hesitation. “Well then how about I give you a night you'll never forget?” He smiles sharply at you.
In one sweep of his arm his entire desk is cleared off. Paperclips scatter across the floor alongside papers and whatever other trinkets decorated the wood surface. He grabs your hips and pulls you roughly to him, his lips ferociously meeting yours in a kiss that knocked all the air from your lungs. Your initial fight for dominance over the kiss was very short lived. If anything, William found your defiance rather cute. He growls against your lips, a sound that has your knees threatening to buckle. His hands slide from your hips down to your ass, groaning as he gives it a firm squeeze. You squeak as he easily lifts you from the floor, guiding your legs around his waist as he sets you on his desk. He fumbles blindly with the button of your jeans, eventually being able to start working then down your legs. “I can't wait to fucking ruin you.” He presses a hand flat against your chest, pushing you back onto his desk. You struggle not to blush, turning away from him so he hopefully wouldn't notice. Your fingernails dig into wood as he teases at your entrance with his fingers. “Such a cute little bunny.” He smirks. “Already so wet for me and I haven't even touched you yet.” He takes your chin between his fingers, turning you to look at him. “Look at me sweetheart, I wanna see those pretty eyes when I fuck you senseless.” His hand dips under the hem of your shirt, his large, warm hand roaming your bare torso as you lay compliantly before him. He roughly grabs your jaw, watching your expression carefully as he eases his fingers into you at an agonizingly slow pace. A strangled gasp breaks free from your throat as his digits bottom out in you, your gummy walls clenching around them.
He chuckles as you roll your hips, searching desperately for any type of relief. He begins to rock his fingers inside of you in time with your movements, taking his time to fully stretch you out in preparation for what was to come. As he gradually increased his pace the louder your moans became. You gripped tightly onto the arm that had moved from your jaw to the desk next to your head, your nails digging little crescent divots into his skin. “You look so fucking pretty like this.” He looks over you, drinking in the way your body writhed from his touch.
“William.” You whimper his name.
“What is it, bunny?” He coos. “What does my needy girl want, hm?”
“Want… want to touch you.” Your words came out slurred as you fought through your moans and the mind numbing pleasure he was inflicting on you.
He tuts at your demand, giving you a disappointed pout. “Poor thing, you want to touch me?” You nod furiously. He fingers thread into your hair, giving the strands a rough tug to ensure that your eyes are on his. “Ask nicely and maybe I'll let you.”
“Please.” Your wide innocent eyes pricked with tears as you gazed up at him longingly. He hummed, pondering over your pathetic state as he continued to slowly rock his fingers inside of you. “William, please, please let me touch you. I want… I need you.” Your begging came cracking out in a sob, tears sliding down your face as you grew more desperate to get your hands on him. William chuckles at the sight of you.
“Such a needy little thing” He smirks. He lets the request hang in the air for a moment, the only sound filling the room was the squelching of your arousal in his hand as he fingered you. His lips land on your pulse, causing you to shiver. He takes your wrist in his massive hand, guiding it to the top button of his dress shirt, giving you permission to start undressing him. Your fingers shook as you worked at the fastenings, Williams pace never slowing making it difficult for you to focus on the task at hand. Your struggling was going to be well rewarded. Once you had undone the final button on his shirt, William grabbed you roughly by the collar, hauling you to a sitting position so you were now sitting face to face with him. You whined at the sudden emptiness of him removing his fingers, but your annoyance was short lived. You pushed the dress shirt from his shoulders, William making quick work of discarding his undershirt into an empty chair in the room. You just about drooled at the sight of him. His broad shoulders and strong arms from years of working on machines in his shop flexed and shifted under the dim office lighting. You couldn't tear your eyes off of him as he started loosening his belt. You blush as he chuckles, realizing you had been caught staring. “Like something you see, sweetheart?” He asks in an amused tone. He prowls over to you, the buckle of his belt jangling as it hangs limply as his side, his pants falling low on his hips.
You bite your lip, reaching out for him once he’s close enough. You wrap your legs around his waist, fingers threading into his hair as his lips crash into yours. You run a hand over his chest, the thick carpet of coarse hair tickling your palm. In one swift movement your shirt is pushed over your head, your breasts bouncing slightly as they fall back into place after the disruption. William admired the soft lace that complimented your skin. His hands slide over your waist and up your back until he reaches the clasp of your bra. He fumbles with it a few times until the tension of the elastic finally relaxes. He takes his time removing your final article of clothing. The straps are eased off your shoulders one at a time, his beard ticking your bare skin as he places delicate kisses anywhere he could reach. Goosebumps spread across your chest as the fabric is finally fully removed, William’s eyes drifting down to get a full view of your perfect form. He lets out a primal growl at the sight before his lips latch into yours again. His fingers dig into your hips, dragging you to the very edge of his desk in order to line his cock up with your entrance. You moan into his mouth as he sheathes himself full inside you in one hard thrust. Your breath comes out in long, shaky exhales as you struggle to adjust to his size. Even with the prep from his fingers he still stretches you to a point that makes you feel like you're about to rip in half. William was a lot bigger and thicker than any guy you had been with previously. You already felt drunk just from the sensation of him bottoming out in you. “Eyes on me, bunny.” He whispers in a gentle tone. Your eyes flutter open, you hadn't realized you had even shut them to begin with, meeting his hazy green ones. You cry out as he gives you a single sharp thrust, a mixture of pain and pleasure burning white hot through your body as you struggle to take all of him. He lets out a satisfied hum as he studies your fucked out expression. “Already cock drunk, hm?” He chuckles, resting his forehead against yours to keep your attention on him. With every snap of his hips it brought you closer and closer to your climax, your moans impossibly loud in the small, cramped office. “You wanted this all along, didn't you sweetheart? You knew those stupid little boys could never make you feel like this.” He snarls. “Now, here you are, about to cum on my cock.” Drool had started to leak out of the corner of your mouth as you struggled to keep your eyes on his. He dips a hand between your legs, rubbing fast circles on your clit.
“William!” You moan out his name, his free arm wrapping securely around you to hold you tightly against him.
“Such a dirty girl, fucking someone nearly twice your age.” He chuckles cruelly, his eyes darken as they meet yours through your haze. “Pathetic.” Degrading you like that seemed to unleash something primal in him. His thrusts somehow managed to get faster and more brutal. You screamed as your orgasm ripped through you, desperately crying out his name as you clawed against his back. His hands wrap under your thighs, lifting you from the desk slightly in order to get better leverage. “Fuck.” He groans, his thrusts losing their rhythm as he approaches his end. He kisses you hard as he finishes, hot ropes of his cum coating your walls. You both stayed locked in your embrace for a moment, waiting for your breathing to calm down. You wince as he pulls out of you, a slight sting as your absurd cunt attempts to clamp around nothing. He looks around the room for something to clean you up with, deciding on his shirt when nothing else seemed plausible. He gingerly reaches in between your legs, a softness and hesitancy you didn't expect after the evenings most recent events. You let out a soft hiss at the slight bit of pain you felt as he cleaned you up. He soothingly caresses your thigh with his free hands, shooting you an apologetic look from his position situated in between your legs. You studied him for a moment, his gaze distant, and hazy as it trailed to the floor.
“William.” Your soft voice drifted over his ears, bringing his attention back to you. You adjusted your position so you could sit up. “Come here.” He stands, even sitting on his desk he still towered over you. You wrapped your arms around him, resting your chin on his soft stomach. You trail your hands over his back, his skin slightly sticky with sweat.
“I’m sorry if I took things too far-”
“You didn’t.” His gruff voice was cut off with your quiet reassurance. “You were amazing.” You give him a coy smile before pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. A small smile breaks out on his face as he chuckles at your glimmering expression.
“Come on bunny, let’s get you dressed.” He combs his fingers through your hair, “although I will never get tired of looking at your beautiful body.” He winks causing you to blush, you lightly slap his chest. He places a kiss on your forehead before collecting your clothes. You feel eyes on you as you’re getting dressed, you can’t help but smirk when you look over your shoulder so see William staring at your ass. You make a show of stepping into your panties, adjusting them so they are perfectly in place before shimmying into your jeans. William was practically drooling as he watched your supple flesh jiggle as you worked yourself into the tight clothing. You place one final kiss to his burly chest before he slips his undershirt back over his head. He trails a finger over your jaw. “I was hoping we could make this a more than one time thing… Maybe I can take you out to dinner after work some night?” He asks with a charming, lopsided smile.
“I’d really like that William.” You push yourself up on your toes, having him meet you halfway to place a chaste kiss to your lips. “Goodnight.” You whisper with a smile.
“Goodnight, sweetheart.” He breathes out a laugh as you both slowly pull away. You grab your jacket and bag from the employee locker room, giving William one small wave as you pass by his office on your way out. You fell into your driver seat with a groan, sticking your keys in the ignition, your heart still pounding in your chest. You turned the key expecting your engine to rumble to life, but your car refused to start. You tried again and again, falling against the steering wheel with an aggravated sigh. You kicked open the door and trudged back inside. William gave you a confused look as you walked back up to his door. “Everything alright?”
You grew embarrassed over the fact you had to ask. You never had anyone who was able to teach you about cars, you wouldn’t know the first thing about trying to find the problem yourself. “My car won’t start. I hate to ask, but could you come look at it?”
“Of course, honey. I’ll take care of it.” Your heart flutters in your chest at him taking charge of the situation. You definitely could get used to having him around, there was something about his unwavering confidence that made you long for him even more. You follow him back outside, watching him carefully as he examines your engine, a massive black flashlight held tightly in his hand. “I see the problem.” He groans as he reaches to point something out to you. “You need a new timing belt.” He points out the problem, excitedly going through the mechanics as you listened attentively. “You can leave your car here, I’ll pick you up a new one tomorrow.” He stuffs his hand in his pocket. He twirls his keys around his pointer finger. “Let me just go lock the door and I’ll drive you home.” You nod, growing giddy over the fact you would get to spend more time with him. He wraps his arm around your shoulders as he leads you around back to his car. You slide stiffly into his passenger seat. The inside of his car was pristine, some vintage model muscle car you didn’t know the name of. William’s hand envelops your thigh as he drives, ever so often giving the soft skin a gentle squeeze as you direct him to your off campus apartment. You lived in the not so great part of town, even outside of Hurricane standards. Shootings, stabbings, human trafficking, all of it had happened somewhere in your neighborhood. You noticed William’s expression grow more concerned as you drove. You eventually pulled up in front of your building, a rickety looking triple decker that looked like it would collapse from a slightly too strong gust of wind.
“Well this is me.” You state softly with a slight shrug of your shoulders. William sighed as he stared up at your building.
“You live here by yourself?” He glances at you in the passenger seat as he asks. You nod in response. “Bunny, would you like to come spend the night at my house. It’s dangerous for a girl like you to be by herself out here.”
“Spend the night with you?” You repeat his request back to him, he nods slowly, worried he crossed a line. “If you’re offering, I'm definitely not going to say no.” You lean across the cab of the car, pressing a kiss to his cheek. The drive back to his house was spent mostly in silence, every so often his hand would drift from your thigh to bringing your knuckles to his lips. You left the main part of town, the houses you passed becoming few and far between as the sides of the road were taken over by tall fir trees. You pulled up in front of a cozy looking house, the outside paint faded from years of abuse from the harsh Utah weather.
“Home sweet home.” Me mumbles with a lopsided grin. You trail closely behind him as you walk up to the door, jumping at every snapping twig and animal scurrying through the brush. “There’s nothing to be scared of sweetheart, I’ll keep you safe.” He smiles down at you, keeping you tucked into his side as he unlocks the door. He gently nudges you inside first, following closely behind you. The second the door clicks shut William’s lips are on yours again, a flustered sigh escaping you as you melted into him. “I’m going to get dinner started.” He mumbles against your lips.
“Would you like some help?” He nods, motioning for you to follow him to the kitchen.
“I would love some.” He grins at you. The two of you worked side by side to prepare dinner, every so often you would catch William stealing glances at you out of the corner of your eye. “Honey.” He suddenly speaks up, you turn to face him only for him to pull you into a kiss. “You just sit here and look pretty, I’ll finish this up.” His large hands wrap around your waist, he lifts you from the floor and sets you on the counter with ease. He hums as he works beside you, easily recreating his recipe from memory. Always keeping you on your toes, he was making homemade tomato soup and grilled cheese. He takes quick pauses, caging you in between his arms on the counter as he gives you rushed kisses that leave your head spinning. He holds out his hand for you, a gesture you gladly accept. He helps you down from the counter, balancing your plates and bowls on his arm. You sit across from each other at the small dining room table. “So what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a shit hole like this?” He asks with a chuckle.
“Unfortunately this shit hole has one of the best colleges in the state.” You respond with a laugh of your own.
“What’s your major?”
“Mechanical engineering.” You respond the moment he finishes his question. He looked very perplexed by your answer.
“What made you want to take that up?” He leaned forward, completely focused on you alone.
“Well, honestly, you did.” You blush a bit as you respond. “The animatronics you make are phenomenal. I hope one day I can be half as talented as you are.” He looks away bashfully, not used to such direct flattery.
“Maybe I can have you help out in the workshop sometime.” He offers with an excited glint in his eyes.
“If it means spending more time with you I would love to.” You shoot him a flirtatious smile. You find yourselves drifting closer together as you clean up after dinner. You gathered up your plates, standing on your toes to try and put them in the cabinet with the rest. You let out a frustrated sigh as you struggled to reach. The warmth of William’s body pressing into yours from behind made you freeze.
“I got it sweetheart.” He chuckles, taking the plates from your hands. “Such a cute little thing you are.” He whispers next to your ear making you shiver. You squeal as he lifts you from the floor, taking you in his arms as he carries you upstairs. He tosses you onto the bed, stripping out of his clothes with a groan, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. You can’t help but smirk slightly as you grab him by the wrist and pull him in to kiss you. “Strip, I wanna hold you.” He commands. You decide to give him a little show, taking your time to peel out of your jeans, swaying your hips as you pull your top over your head. You stripped out of your lingerie before straddling his lap. His hands knead your ass, rocking you gently against the already half hard erection in his boxers. He pulls you into bed, shutting off the lights before joining you himself. He slings an arm over your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest. You bite your lip, shifting your hips as you feel his cock press into your back. The moon cast in through the window, basking the room in a dull silver glow. You hear William’s breath catch in his throat as you press your ass into his throbbing member. “Someone’s needy.” He chuckles, his breath hot against his ear. “What’s the matter bunny, need me to fill you up?” You nod, letting out a soft whine as you push back into him again. He places a kiss just below your ear, spreading your legs with his hand as he lines himself up with your entrance. You let out a broken moan as he slowly pushed inside of you.
“Holy fuck.” You gasp, your fingers digging into his forearm as you grab him tightly as your walls stretch painfully around him. “Wow.” Your eyelids fluttered as your eyes rolled back in your head. His fingers slid around your throat, putting a delicious pressure on your neck.
“Such a good bunny, taking me so well.” His meticulous hand placement was starting to make you feel light headed, the mixture of the sensation and his praise making you dizzy with dopamine. You moan as he rolls his hips slightly. “You feel so good squeezing around my cock.” He purrs before placing a kiss on your cheek. You squirmed and whined as you lay there, impaled on his throbbing cock. William groaned at how wet you were, he could feel your juices dripping down the base of him. “So pretty sweetheart.” He coos, chuckling at your desperate state. His arm tightens around you, rolling his hips and causing you to cry out. You cursed as he pushed impossibly deep inside of you, your body moving instinctually as you bounced on his cock. He groans, his hips snapping up to meet yours. Your moans grew louder and more fervent with every thrust, his tip kissing the perfect spot inside of you everytime. Your thighs started to shake as you felt your climax creeping up on you. “Are you going to cum for me sweetheart?” He asks in a sweet voice. You nod, biting your lip to try and muffle your moans. You yelp as he suddenly delivers a sharp slap to your ass. “I want to hear you bunny.” He growls in your ear.
“Yes sir.” You gasp, letting your moans fall freely from your mouth. You let out a high pitched whine as your orgasm hung joust out of reach. You moan out his name, he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, making you cry out in pleasure. He reaches a hand in between your legs and swipes his fingers over your clit.
“So good for me.” He praises you. He wraps his hands around your waist, helping you fuck yourself faster on his cock. You scream his name as your orgasm rips through you, sobbing as he fucks you through your climax. Your whole body shook, your hand gripping weakly onto his wrist. “I got you sweetheart.” He whispers, settling himself deeply inside of you. Your eyelids felt heavy as you nestled into his soft pillows. He pulls the comforter up around your shoulders. You smiled at the scent of his musky cologne. Every small shift from him made you whine, after letting you rest for a while he began to rock his hips again. Small gasps and sighs falling from your lips as he tenderly fucks into you. “I’m gonna fill you up.” He groans, his thrusts growing uneven and stuttering every so often.
“Please.” You moan softly. Hearing your soft voice only seemed to spur him on. His slow deep thrusts had both of you moaning. You held on tightly to William’s arms, wanting to be pressed as close to him as possible. He groans your name as he finishes, his hips stuttering as he pushes as deep inside of you as he can manage. He places soft kisses to the nape of your neck as he pulls you into his chest. You found yourself easily drifting off in his arms, before you knew it you had drifted off into a dreamless sleep. When you woke up you rolled over, cuddling into his warm back. You placed a soft kiss to a couple of the faded scars on his shoulder.
“Well good morning sweetheart.” He hums as he rolls over and pulls you into his chest. “You wanna stay in bed while I get breakfast started?” His voice raspy and deeper than normal as he fought off the thickness of sleep.
“Can you stay in bed just a little longer.” You put, nuzzling your face into his neck.
“Sure, anything for you sweetheart.” He says with a smile and a kiss to your forehead. You laid on top of his chest, your fingers trailing through his chest hair as you talked about the plan for the day. He places a soft kiss to your lips as he slides out from underneath you to go get dressed. You cuddle up into the blankets, watching the muscles in his back flex as he gets dressed. A little while later he returned with a tray full of food, setting it in between the two of you. The two of you chatted pleasantly over breakfast, William consistently making you smile and laugh. “I’m going to head out to the garage, take your time getting ready, I’ll be out there when you’re done.” You grab him by the collar, keeping his lips on yours for a little longer than normal. He shoots you a wink as he slips out of the bedroom. You took your time getting ready, slipping into one of his shirts, the oversized clothing falling half way down your thighs. You washed your face and fixed your hair before wandering downstairs to find William. You heard the sound of powertools and pushed through the door. William stood with a welding mask on, his shirt discarded over a nearby chair. His skin, completely drenched in sweat, glowed in the dim overhead lighting. Streaks of grease dragged down his neck and across his stomach from where he had rubbed his hands across his skin. He flips his mask off when he notices you entered his workshop. “Hey bunny.” He grins. You saunter over to him to look over his expert work.
“You really are incredible, William.” He runs his fingers through his hair as he clears his throat, a noticeable blush on his face. You stood by him, allowing him to walk you through his process, an arm wrapped around your waist as he kept you tucked safely against him.He cursed as he looked up and noticed the time.
“We’re gonna be late.” He takes your hand, leading you inside. He pulls you into a heated kiss as he helps you out of your borrowed clothes. He picks you up and carries you into the shower. You yelped and giggled as your back pressed into the frigid wall. William carefully lets down your hair before allowing you to wet it. You sigh as he works shampoo into your hair, gently massaging your scalp. You couldn’t help but stare as you watched the soapy water run down his body. He wraps you up in a fluffy towel, retrieving your work clothes as you dried off. You both ran to his car, laughing as you fell into the front seats. “I’ll run out and grab the timing belt for your car after I check in on Freddy’s.” He promises. You nod, a bit sad that your stay with him was over so quickly. You fall into him as he turns sharply into the parking lot. He tilts your chin up with a finger, a softness in his eyes as he studies your features. His eyes flash down to the dark bruises and bitemarks that littered your neck. “Are you, um… are you okay with people knowing about this?” He asks with a slight wavering in his voice.
“This?” You ask with a coy smile as you raise your eyebrow at him.
“Us.” He blurts out before swallowing thickly. You lean in ,placing a soft kiss against his lips.
“Only if you are.” He breathes out a soft laugh, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. He walks around to your side of the car as you’re gathering your things, opening your door for you. You thank him softly as he helps you out. You link your arm through his, leaning your head on his shoulder. He holds the door open for you, wrapping his arm around your waist before pressing his lips to yours in one long, loving kiss.
“I’ll see you after work, bunny.” He winks before slipping off to his office. You smile as you watch him head out, adjusting his tie and greeting customers as he passes by. You turn to look out over the pizzeria, meeting Ashley’s shocked expression. She speed walks over to you, her eyes immediately falling to your abused neck.
“What happened to catching me up?” She yell whispers at you.
“Things might have gotten a little more serious than just a kiss.” You admit awkwardly.
“Well no shit, look at the hickey’s he gave you.” You smile as you catch his gaze from his position seated at his desk.
“He wants to make sure everyone knows I’m his.”
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neptuneiris · 13 days
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could you pretend to be in love? (06/10)
The Connection
pairing: modern!aemond × fem!reader (fake dating)
summary: an unexpected person from the past shows up and there is a family dinner to attend, resulting in disastrous thoughts and difficult decisions.
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The day of the dinner is slowly approaching.
And you still don't feel completely sure about it. However, despite your doubts and worries, you haven't backed out.
Mostly you think about what you're going to tell Aemond's mother by way of ruining things out of nervousness. Of course he should have already given her information about the relationship, but you're worried that she'll ask you questions and you won't know how to answer.
But that's not the reason she wants to get to know you… is it?
You think she probably just wants to know more about you, your likings, your non likings, your aspirations in life, your dreams, your family and things related to that.
Right?
You just hope so.
You've never done this before, meeting a guy's parents, ever. And you just get more nervous and feel more pressure knowing that Aegon and Helaena will be there too.
As well as you also feel guilty about the fact that they all think that you and Aemond are for real and you're just going to go there and convince them and assure them that you and Aemond are crazy about each other… when it's not true.
Now it's Thursday, tomorrow is dinner and Aemond doesn't seem at all concerned about it, when your thoughts are being completely tormented with it.
Still, you listen attentively to his words as you put away some books in your locker and he's standing next to you, leaning against the lockers, with the Romeo and Juliet book in his hands.
"Why did you make me read this shit? It's too hard to read and I don't like it," he says longingly.
You look away from your books to him and place a small amused smile on your lips at the sight of his face.
"It's like poetry and I don't like poetry, I don't understand it," he says frustrated, "I don't understand any of the weird rhyming they say."
"Well, Shakespeare has a unique way of expressing himself."
"Yeah, but what does he mean by 'My lips, two humble blazons, are ready to seal with a kiss softly'?" he recites reading the phrase with his brows furrowed and you let out a small laugh.
"Shakespeare loved beauty in words, even if it meant complicating things a bit."
"Yeah but why can't he just kiss her and be done with it without saying these weird words that give me cringe?"
"Come on," you give him an incredulous look, "It's romantic. The whole book is romantic with a tragic ending."
"This is definitely not romantic," he says incredulously and shaking his head, "It's weird, boring and makes me want to puke."
You look at him with a pout.
"You're not romantic at all."
"Excuse me?"
He immediately comes to defend himself, staring at you incredulously and completely indignant.
"I can be extremely romantic, thank you very much."
You raise your hands in a gesture of surrender, with a small smile as you see the spark of amusement in his gaze.
"You of all people should know that, you've witnessed it and you're the reason I do it mostly," he adds.
"But that's not… you know," you give him an expectant, knowing look.
"It's still romantic."
"No, it's not," you say with a laugh.
At your playful response, still busy at your locker, you don't notice and Aemond suddenly approaches. He takes your chin with one of his hands gently but firmly enough, causing you to look up at him, catching you off guard.
"What did you just say, my love?" he asks with a mischievous smile and amusement in his gaze, appearing serious and warning.
He brings his face closer to yours with a demanding gaze and your heart begins to pound as you let yourself be carried away by his proximity.
It is clear that he is going to kiss you, what does this mean if not kiss you? So you watch him expectantly and with your face lifted towards him, really looking forward to the sweet contact, your lips inches from his.
But first Aemond looks around briefly, wanting to make sure that some students in the hallway are watching you. When then, you see that he is overlooking a specific spot in the hallway.
You see how there is a slight glint in his eye and then he no longer moves.
You frown slightly, waiting. And before you can say or do anything, Aemond suddenly pulls away.
Confusion overtakes you and he clears his throat by averting his gaze, then smiles softly at you as if he wasn't about to kiss you seconds ago.
"Then I'll be more romantic next time," he says, taking his distance from you, as if trying to minimize the tense moment you've just shared.
Was he going to kiss you or not?
You can't just tell him to kiss you either, that he was going to, since this isn't real but… the change in his behavior confuses you, you don't quite understand what just happened and you don't know what to say.
"I have to go to the field now," he tells you, averting his gaze for a moment before looking at you again, "I'll see you in class, okay?"
"Hum… yeah, yeah, okay," you nod, still confused.
He gives you one last smile and before leaving, he gives your shoulder a light squeeze with his hand, another gesture that catches you off guard. Without a kiss on your forehead or cheek, as he usually does, he walks away.
You stand in the hallway, watching him go, with a mix of emotions you can't help but feel confused, uncertain and... disappointed.
Questions swirl around in your mind, but you don't have any answers. So shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you close your locker door and head to your next class.
Eventually you continue to run into him and he acts normal, as usual. He sits next to you in class, does the teacher's requested activities with you, and walks with you through the halls to the next class.
And everything is…normal, in a way.
Although he's still being kind and attentive, he's not being as affectionate as usual.
You can see how he's distracted, deep in thought from time to time, something is on his mind, something that you have no idea what it is but that keeps you alert, confused and makes you feel completely different from previous days.
You sense that the dynamic between you today has changed somehow, leaving you feeling bewildered.
And you don't know why.
Although it's not until break time that you find yourself sitting at a table alone, still feeling this awkwardness, when Alysanne comes in and drops the big bombshell on you that makes all the sense in the world.
"Why are you here eating so casually when I just saw your boyfriend catching up with his other ex-girlfriend?"
You raise your gaze to her almost instantly, with a mixture of surprise and confusion, a knot forming in your stomach as the weight of her words settle on your shoulders.
"What?"
"Yeah, Floris Baratheon," she says, then looks at you slightly confused, "How did you not know this?"
"What?" you repeat, not understanding.
"Floris Baratheon," she repeats to you slowly and clearly, "Dark hair, not as tall and certainly not as bitchy as Alys but still she falls into the category of girls who are superficial and think they are better than other girls," she explains to you.
Confusion lingers in your gaze, for despite the explanation, you still don't remember anything about a girl named Floris Baratheon at school.
"You really don't know who she is? Aemond didn't tell you about her?" asks Alysanne incredulously and your face answers her questions, "She transferred schools for a semester and just returned this morning. She and Aemond weren't actually dating but they had a thing when he and Alys broke up for like the twelfth time."
Your mind whirls as you process the information.
Honestly you had no idea about Floris' existence back in your invisibility days at school. Therefore, you also had no idea that she and Aemond had ever had any kind of relationship.
However… there is something you have an idea of at the moment.
This is why Aemond acted weird with you this morning, because of her. He must have seen her in the hallway and his demeanor changed completely.
"I-I didn't know that," you admit in a soft, low voice, trying to hide the uneasiness that is starting to creep up on you.
"Well, it's weird that Aemond didn't tell you anything, especially since I saw the two of them so comfortable and happy talking," she lets you know, "And I'm not telling you this with any malice or to make you feel bad, it's just that I think you should know, even though I thought you already knew."
You bite the inside of your cheek, feeling a surge of emotions wash over you that you can't quite explain, nor can you avoid.
You're not sure what to think or how to react to this, but one thing is for sure; things between you and Aemond are likely to get complicated.
But what can you really do?
You and he aren't really dating. What's the point of asking him about it when it's really none of your business? Besides if he didn't talk to you about it before, when he saw her, it must be for this very reason.
You have no right here, even if you feel this.
"Do you want to get out of here?" asks you Alysanne later, noticing your face and probably everything that is invading your mind.
And soon enough, she takes you to the rooftop of the school, outdoors, where you just sit and watch the sky and listen to her while she smokes a cigarette, talking to you about Cregan being around her lately.
But as much as you want to give her your full attention and corroborate what she is telling you, you can't.
The rest of the classes are without Aemond, since you don't share them with him, and when the school day ends, still not knowing exactly whether to wait for him to drive you home or not, you head for the exit of the building, deep in thought.
"Hey."
You feel a hand grab your shoulder and when you turn your head without stopping moving forward, you find Aemond standing next to you.
"Hi," you reply softly, turning your gaze back to the front.
And he at your side gives you an attentive, curious and slightly confused look.
"Are you okay? I didn't see you at break," he says softly, "I also texted you and you didn't respond."
"Oh," your mind goes blank for a moment, "I was with Alysanne on the roof. She was talking to me about some things."
"Hmm," he nods, still watching you between a mixture of attentive and curious.
Then the two of you say nothing more, with the silence loud between the two of you and that tension emanating from your body, when you speak again.
"Are you going to drive me home today?" you decide to ask him, watching him, with that hesitation in your tone of voice and look.
And he frowns, watching you blankly.
"I always drive you."
You are about to speak but a third voice does it for you, stopping your steps and also Aemond's.
"Aem!"
The two turn their heads and there she is, Floris Baratheon.
Black hair, brown eyes, slender and absolutely beautiful features. She approaches with a smile, showing off her perfect, aligned teeth.
Everything about her screams money, as well as elegance, from her perfectly coiffed hair to her impeccable designer clothes and accessories.
And the moment she catches both your attention and Aemond's, you notice how he beside you tenses slightly.
"Hey," she gives him a charming smile and her full attention, placing herself in front of him, "The guys are going to get something to eat, I was just told. Do you want to join us? We can take off in your car and catch up some more."
"Hum…" he is silent for a moment, shooting you a nervous glance, scratching the back of his neck.
And throwing you another glance, this finally catches Floris' attention and she notices your presence as well.
"Oh… hi," she smiles softly at you.
Despite your nerves and how uncomfortable you're starting to feel, you force yourself to smile as kindly and genuinely as possible.
"Hi."
"I'm sorry, I don't think I know you," she tells you in an exaggeratedly kind tone of voice.
And this too finally gets Aemond to react.
"Yeah, right, that's my fault," he says trying to act nonchalant and completely relaxed, "Floris, this is Y/N, m-my girlfriend."
You watch as she parts her lips and her surprise is evident as she looks at Aemond and then turns her attention back to you.
"I-I didn't find the moment to tell you."
You instantly observe Aemond, with a look that even you can't explain and he suddenly can't control his nervous gestures anymore, giving a wary glance to you and then to Floris.
"Oh."
She turns her gaze back to you and though she tries to hide her surprise, the strength of her smile seems a bit forced as she holds out her hand to you.
"I'm Floris, nice to meet you."
And within everything you're feeling right now, like awkwardness and feeling out of place, you still shake your hand with hers.
"Nice to meet you."
Tension is in the air and Aemond looks hesitant for a moment. And you continue to feel like an intruder between them, getting in between the interaction of two people sharing a history you don't fully know about.
When Aemond speaks again.
"Floris is my…
He tries to tell you, but his words are left floating in the air.
Suddenly you see how he struggles and searches his mind for a way to introduce you to the girl he had a thing with in the past, only according to him, you don't know that, when certainly Alysanne already took care of it.
And just like you, you too feel Floris' anticipation, waiting for him to introduce her.
"An old friend," he finally says.
Floris arches an eyebrow slightly at Aemond's introduction, her lips curving into a smile that seems to contain more than just politeness.
"Yes, that," she punctuates, with a knowing look that to you does not go unnoticed, "Well, I just wanted to know if you were free for this afternoon. Although if you want you can bring your girlfriend with us," she proposes.
Aemond takes a moment to respond, averting his gaze as he scratches the back of his neck in a nervous gesture.
And that's when you decide to speak.
"You can go with them," you tell him and that immediately gets his attention and hers, "I can just take the bus or something and I'll see you later," you say to start walking away from both of them.
His attention and slight surprise is most visible on his face, but before you can move too far away, he grabs your hand and advances towards you.
"What? No" he immediately inquires, "No, I'll take you home."
The determination in his tone of voice and in his gaze makes you feel a little more comforted, but still, you can't shake this uneasiness in you about Floris' presence.
And that's when Aemond turns to her again without letting go of your hand.
"Sorry Floris, another time," he tells her in his firmer, slightly strained voice.
And she nods with a sympathetic look, though you can't help but sense there's something else behind her expression.
"Of course, I understand, it'll be for next time then," she says, before turning to you, "It was nice meeting you, Y/N."
And finally she is the first to walk away.
You exchange a look you can't quite describe with Aemond and feel the awkwardness and seriousness linger between the two of you, even as the two of you leave the building and make your way to his car.
And once in the passenger seat and with Aemond driving through the city streets, you find yourself fiddling with your fingers in your lap, still feeling the awkwardness in the air.
You don't understand exactly what's got you right now but you can't even see Aemond out of the corner of your eye, so you keep your gaze focused straight ahead and on the side where the window is.
"Are you okay?"
You suddenly hear his voice speak softly to you, feeling his gaze on you from time to time and you squirm a little in your seat before you speak, swallowing hard.
"Yeah, all good," you say, trying to sound convincing.
He exhales deeply, noticing your distance again.
"I'm sorry if the Floris thing made you uncomfortable. S-she…" he sighs, "She's truly a childhood friend. We had something in the past but it was very brief and it's no longer relevant."
And although there is nothing wrong with his words, you still can't help but feel a slight knot in your stomach. And you act completely unconcerned.
"I understand," you say simply, in a soft voice and still without looking at him.
But this is not convincing to Aemond, who licks his lips and can't help but worry about the situation.
"I mean it."
"Aemond," you call him softly, finally looking at him, "I understand, I really do," you assure him, "I also meant it when I said you should go eat with her and your friends. You seemed very uncomfortable and there was no problem from me."
He nods slowly, but still looks a little uneasy.
"I just didn't expect I was going to see her again."
And you don't know if that's worse.
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"Are you ready?"
Oh God, are you?
"I don't know," you answer honestly, nervously, looking at your outfit.
For this occasion you chose a pair of pants, ankle boots and a white tank top with a black jacket over it. You don't look overdressed but decent for the occasion, along with your makeup and hairstyle.
"Hey, easy," he says softly, placing both hands on your shoulders, "It's going to be okay. Besides we won't be alone, Aegon and Hel will be with us."
"Yeah but that's not what I'm worried about," you clarify, playing with your fingers, "What if I ruin everything?" you ask watching him fearfully, "What if everyone realizes that we're not really dating because of me?"
"I'll take care of that, don't worry," he assures you, with his soft gaze, "You just have to corroborate everything I say and stick to the main story. Other than that, my mother will just ask you questions about you to get to know you better."
"Are you sure?" you ask, not entirely convinced.
"Very," he affirms you, conveying calmness and assurance in his voice.
"You've done this before?" you can't help but ask, still with some hesitation, "I mean…" you lick your lips, nervous, "You've brought a girl before to dinner with your family?"
He is silent for a moment, as if considering how to answer, as the implication is clear because that's not the real question, you know that too.
Rather it is: have you ever brought Alys to dinner with your family before?
"Yes," he finally admits in a murmur, sincerely, "Yes, I have."
You stare at him silently, without the two of you saying anything else, only to look away and nod, again trying to look unconcerned, trying to calm your nerves further.
"My mother never liked her," he says later, again attracting your attention, "You know, Alys."
Again, you say nothing for a few moments, just lick your lips and nod.
"I understand."
Aemond lets out a heavy breath and takes a step towards you, lowering one of his hands to take one of yours, gently rubbing his thumb against the back of yours, this also immediately catching your attention, as you see him looking at you for a moment thoughtfully.
"Are you ready now?" he asks you softly, raising his gaze to you, "We can stay here a while longer if you want."
"No," you reply immediately, "No, I don't want to make everyone wait for us," you release a long breath, calming your nerves, "I'm ready now."
He places a small comforting smile on his lips.
"You'll do fine, trust me," he assures you then moves closer to you and leaves a soft kiss on your forehead, just like at school.
His action definitely catches you off guard and you look at him slightly surprised, but Aemond doesn't give it that much importance, as if it was already a natural and routine thing between both of you, like a gesture of encouragement, to then take you by the hand together with him to the entrance of his house.
His house is nice and big, with a beautiful garden, so when you open the door, you see a huge and cozy living room with the dining room visible in the background, where you can make out Aegon's figure and his short silver hair.
Aemond closes the door behind you and you briefly look around, seeing the decorations of the elegant house, such as mirrors, flowers vases and also family photos.
Mostly, you see pictures of young children, which you recognize as Helaena, Aemond, Aegon and his other brother, Daeron.
There are also photos of what you assume is their mother and also a man, who you assume is the father, with Aemond and his siblings as children. But it strikes you that none of the four are smiling, just the mom a little.
There are more current pictures, only of Aemond, Helaena and Aegon smiling next to their mother, with no trace of their father and Daeron.
"He's my younger brother," he takes a single photo of a boy, standing next to you and handing it to you, "Daeron."
And just as you imagined, he's a boy of about fifteen with striking blue eyes and short silver hair, smiling at the camera with a bright face and looking in the background like he's standing in a lake at Honeyholt.
"Helaena was right," you say with a small smile, still inspecting the photo, "He really is the handsomest of the three of you."
"That's not true," he tells you immediately, taking the photo out of your hands and putting it back in its place with a quick, automatic gesture, making you laugh.
"What's up, bro?"
You both hear Aegon's voice and turn around, with the silver-haired man already walking towards you with a bottle of beer in his hand and a huge grin on his face.
"Are you drinking already?" Aemond inquires, "Mom's going to kill you."
"Oh, you know how persuasive I can be," he tells him without wiping off his smile, "Besides, I've already set the table," he points to the dining room, "It's dinner, bro."
"Careful," he warns you but he deliberately ignores him, heading in your direction.
"Y/N!" he exclaims your name smiling, coming over to embrace you, "Welcome to our home."
"Hi Aegon," you smile back at him.
He envelops you in a hug and you reciprocate cordially, instantly the strong smell of beer reaching your nostrils.
"Want one?" he points to the beer in his hand as he pulls away from you.
"I don't think so," Aemond answers him, again intertwining his hand with yours, "Where's mom?"
"In the kitchen with Hel" he points out, "Tell them to hurry, I'm starving," he says in a tone of voice that catches your attention.
But Aemond pulls you forward, starting to leave him behind, with a serious and disapproving look at his brother's attitude.
"It's the beer," he explains to you quietly, "I hate it when he drinks at home. I just hope it doesn't get unbearable later."
"Why?" you ask him, curious.
He shakes his head.
"Aegon is… complicated."
He doesn't say anything else and neither do you, mostly because he leads you toward the kitchen, but curiosity still lingers on that subject.
He gives your hand a gentle squeeze in a supportive gesture that comforts you as you both cross the threshold into the kitchen, where instantly the smell of delicious freshly baked food hits your nostrils.
And the first thing you notice is a silver hair along with a darker one, who you assume must be Aemond's mother.
And immediately your nerves again explode and you feel your heart pounding hard in your chest.
"Hey, Y/N!"
A friendly voice says to you, being Helaena, who is wiping her hands with a clean dish towel and wearing a beautiful blue dress, instantly heading towards you with open arms.
"Hi Hel," you smile back happily, hugging her enthusiastically.
"Oh I'm so happy you're in our home," she says excitedly and warmly without letting go of you, "We've prepared turkey, I hope you like it," she says as she pulls away from you.
"Oh I'm sure it will," you nod at her with a sincere smile, feeling welcomed by the warmth of her welcome.
"Mom."
Aemond's voice momentarily pulls you out of your conversation with Helaena and you turn your head to meet the gaze of Alicent, Aemond's mother.
Instantly you try to control your nerves and keep your composure, remembering his comforting words.
And when Alicent's gaze meets yours, a warm smile forms on his lips, which makes you feel less nervous and conveys a sense of calm. Although the nervousness lingers, you feel a little more secure with his kindness.
Aemond places a comforting hand on your shoulder and steps forward to introduce you.
"This is my girlfriend, Y/N," he points to you with his small smile, "And Y/N, this is my mom, Alicent."
She is a very beautiful woman.
It's the first thing that comes to your mind, noting the dimples in her cheeks and that warm look she has, not being intimidating at all and being rather kind.
Besides the dark green dress she wears is completely beautiful, as well as her accessories. Everything about her radiates elegance and poise.
"A pleasure to finally meet you, my dear," she says, turning to you, "Gosh, I was so excited to meet you. It's so nice of you to come."
And without expecting it, just like Helaena, she too greets you with a hug, taking you completely off guard, causing you to let out a nervous little laugh as you hug her back.
"The pleasure is mine, Mrs. Hightower," you say softly, feeling slightly overwhelmed by her kindness and warmth.
"Please call me Alicent," she says as she pulls away from you.
Before all this you asked Aemond what to call her, just for the heck of it and to feel less nervous and he told you 'Hightower', the last name of her father.
So you assume that Aemond's father is not someone who gets mentioned much around here. In the family photos he is present in only one picture. And Aemond doesn't talk about him either.
And he watches with a small smile at the interaction between you and his mother, feeling relieved that things are going well so far.
"Please go and take your seats. Dinner will be served soon," she says to Aemond and you.
"Do you need help?" he asks her.
"I'm already doing it myself," Hel says, "Don't worry, little brother."
"Can you help me with your brother, please," Alicent tells him, with a look of slight concern.
"Of course," he assures her in a gentle tone.
Soon the two of you return to the dining room, the two of you take a seat together with Aegon and Aemond tries to tell him not to overdo it with his drinks, that you are here to enjoy a nice dinner with his family.
But he just makes nonchalant gestures and tells him that everything is fine, to continue drinking, looking at the screen of his phone, waiting for dinner.
Then you don't know how much time passes exactly but Alicent returns very soon along with Helaena with the food, placing the dishes in the center of the table, indicating that all this will start soon.
Aemond places his hand on top of yours underneath the table, giving you every supportive gesture possible, reassuring you at every turn that he can that all will be fine.
Every brush of his fingers against yours conveys reassurance and comfort.
You feel a slight relief as you feel his touch, reminding you that you are not alone at this moment and his presence gives you strength to face any nervousness that may arise during dinner.
And with the food finally served, the silverware begins to clink against the plate glass as everyone begins to enjoy the delicious dinner.
Aemond, like the supposed boyfriend in love with you, is totally attentive to you, asking if you're served this or that, wanting to make sure you're well received and comfortable to make this more bearable.
And you thank him all the way, feeling his mother's gaze on both of you from time to time, without wiping away her warm smile.
"Did you like the food, dears?" she asks generally.
"Oh yes," Helaena says with a look of total complicity, delighting in the food.
"It's delicious, Mom," Aemond tells her later.
"Totally," you corraborate politely, nodding in her direction.
Alicent smiles in satisfaction and then turns her attention to Aegon, who hasn't said anything since everyone started eating.
"How about you, son?" she asks him softly.
"It's fine," he says curtly, taking a huge swig from his bottle of beer.
This definitely gets your attention but Alicent as well as Aemond and Helaena decide not to give it enough attention, as if they're already used to it and don't want to ruin the moment by his behavior.
But you do notice the disapproval in each of their looks, especially the disappointment in Alicent. Though she almost instantly turns her attention away from Aegon to Aemond and you.
"So, how long have you two been dating exactly?" she asks curiously and without losing the kindness in her gaze and tone.
"A month," Aemond replies without hesitation at your side, resting one of his arms on the back of your chair.
And Alicent shakes his head with a small smile on his lips.
"And I still can't believe he kept you hidden from me, Y/N."
You smile in his direction, trying not to let your nerves give you away, as Aemond again interjects, with a soft look.
"We didn't want to rush things."
"I told him not to take too long to tell you," Helaena says as well, pointing at Aemond as she watches her mother.
"But he didn't tell me anything, Aegon did," Alicent says in amusement.
"Oh come on, I was going to tell you anyway," Aemond tries to justify himself.
"Oh you were going to?" Hel questions him.
"You want to turn her against me."
"I'm just telling the truth, little brother."
This causes Alicent to laugh softly and his gaze meets yours, where you laugh softly too, as the fight between Aemond and Hel continues. But this causes you to begin to feel comfortable and more at ease with the whole situation.
The only thing at the table that is completely serious is Aegon, who continues to concentrate on his drink and the food in front of him.
His reserved attitude contrasts with the energy you have with Aemond, his mother and sister, but they don't really give him much attention and everyone continues to enjoy the delicious food and create topics of conversation.
"So…" Alicent begins to speak, watching you with her warm gaze, "What are your college plans, sweetie?"
Oh my God.
Okay, it's happening.
You think as you slowly start to panic, but quickly get yourself under control, settling back in your seat.
"You're all graduating soon," she points to her kids with a small smile.
And you're about to speak but someone else does first.
"Which wouldn't be the case if Aegon hadn't repeated year… twice," Hel says condescendingly, pouring herself more food in a casual gesture.
"Helaena," Alicent reprimands her in a soft tone.
"Don't start with me."
Aegon's voice finally makes itself heard in a long time, speaking in a cold, curt tone, not even observing his sister, focused on his food.
"Just saying," Helaena says also with a pout in his direction.
"Then speak for yourself. You're a year behind too."
"Ugh," she sighs, "You talk like you don't know what happened."
"That's enough," Alicent says calmly, watching you both with a look of silent warning.
The atmosphere tenses slightly and all is silent for a moment, as you notice how Aemond next to you only runs a hand over his chin and you only hear the clink of silverware clattering against glass plates.
Alicent then turns his gaze to you and there you decide to speak, hoping to restore comfort to the atmosphere.
"Well, actually, I've applied to Oldtown University," you say with a soft smile, controlling your nerves, "I'm planning on getting into law school."
Surprise flashes across Alicent's face, as you briefly feel Aemond watching you beside you.
"Oh, wow," she nods slowly, her expression one of amazement, "What a coincidence, that's the same college Aemond wants to go to."
Aemond nods with a small smile, completely keeping up appearances.
"Yes," he confirms, "In fact it's perfect for us to go to the same place after graduation."
And just to show more affection with you, he places his hand and yours intertwined on top of the table, watching you with that 'love' he seeks to convey in these moments in front of his mother.
And Alicent watches you both with her soft smile, but is still intrigued by you.
"And why that choice? Law is something you always wanted to study?" she asks you, with genuine interest in her voice.
You try not to focus too much on the way Aemond's thumb begins to gently caress the skin on the back of your hand, which at the same time also reassures you.
And you nod in Alicent's direction.
"Yes, it's something I've always been interested in. It's a very heavy degree with very dense material, but it's very interesting and it's long been what I've decided for myself."
Alicent nods in your direction, listening to you intently and looking completely interested.
"And I guess at Oldtown it's a great opportunity to want to study law."
"Oh yes," you say eagerly, "Oldtown has one of the best faculties with very capable professors and all the material you need. It's certainly a great opportunity."
"But I also think that getting to study at such an in-demand university with few places in that major can be difficult," she tells you corroborating in conversation.
"Yeah, that's the bad thing, but…" you shrug, "I'm hopeful."
You watch subtly beside you, focusing for a moment on Aemond, speaking with that complicit tone, as of course he doesn't forget that the reason you're here doing this is precisely because of Oldtown.
He knows that all too well too.
"And your parents are supportive of your decision to study law?"
Slight surprise passes across your face, definitely not expecting that question, but you quickly manage to soften your face, though you still remain silent for a moment.
You try to hide any trace of bewilderment as you search for a suitable answer. And it is Alicent's same warm gaze that encourages you to respond.
"Uh… yes, my father is just as excited as I am about this possible opportunity," you reply with a small smile, being honest, "He has always supported me in all my decisions."
You respond without saying anything else and with sincerity, not mentioning anything about your mother.
"Well, I'm glad to hear that," he nods at you and smiles warmly, "And what about your mother, dear?" she asks with genuine curiosity.
Inevitably your whole body tenses at that moment. And an uncomfortable feeling settles in the pit of your stomach as you think again about how to respond.
You honestly didn't expect the conversation to get to this point, about how even after talking only about your father, you're still being asked about your mother.
And for a moment, you don't know what to say or what to do, but you finally decide to react after everything falls into an awkward silence and they begin to look at you slightly confused by your lack of response.
Until you decide to be honest.
"Well, I-I…" you bite your lips, "I don't actually live with her," you admit in a soft voice, avoiding eye contact for a moment, "And I haven't seen her since I was six."
Slight concern crosses Alicent's face, instantly watching you in regret.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetie," she says sincerely, embarrassed to have caused you discomfort, "I had no idea. I apologize."
You're about to tell her it's okay, that it's no problem because she didn't know, that it's no big deal, but you don't even get a chance to speak when sudden laughter is heard throughout the dining room.
The tension in the air dissipates in that instant as everyone turns to the source of the laughter, Aegon.
He is visibly drunk, but still conscious enough to know what is going on around him and that is what is alarming.
Alicent, Helaena and Aegon's faces fill with bewilderment and disapproval, except for yours, as you watch Aegon in confusion, not quite understanding what is going on.
"Aegon," Alicent calls to him now truly annoyed, watching him seriously and reproachfully.
But Aegon barely manages to contain his laughter as he apologizes between laughs.
"Sorry, I couldn't help it," he mutters, his tone full of amusement and insolence.
Then Aemond at your side watches him completely serious, his jaw clenched and his gaze dark, holding back his fury at his reaction after you shared a very intimate and sensitive piece of information to you.
And Aegon laughs at it because of his own stupidity? Of course he's not going to allow that.
"What's so funny?" he inquires, expectant and about to explode.
Aegon straightens in his chair, a smirk on his face.
"Oh, nothing," he replies mockingly, "I just think she and you are perfect for each other. Apparently, we're not the only ones who have parental issues, are we?"
He asks watching his mother and sister, which makes Alicent feel even more tense, watching you worried and apologetic about the little show her eldest son is putting on.
"That's enough," she reprimands him firmly.
But Aegon seems determined to move on and turns to you again with a gesture of camaraderie, ignoring his mother's words and his brother's attitude.
"Don't worry, Y/N," he tells you with a crooked smile, "You can talk about it here and no one will judge you. All of us would understand, wouldn't we? We who wouldn't know about the subject of fucking neglectful parents with their kids."
Aemond's gaze becomes even more intense and his jaw tighter, watching his brother as if he could throw daggers at him with his eye.
"Shut the fuck up," he orders him, controlling himself as much as he can at that moment.
"Aemond," Alicent calls out to him worriedly.
"Or what?" Aegon challenges him, "She better know what she's getting herself into once and for all. With our fucking family traumatized by her own father who never cared about us."
"I said shut the fuck up," Aemond demands of him rising from his chair, causing everyone at the table to become alarmed.
Alicent rises at about the same time he does, and Helaena rises next, alert and worried, while you and Aegon continue to sit, he still unconcerned and you… because you don't even know how to feel about it.
The tension is too much, this is all unexpected and it's all happening too fast. And as if things couldn't get any worse, Aegon continues to talk and drink more.
"I'm just saying you two are the perfect match," he continues, his tone increasingly amused, "She doesn't have a mom and you don't have a dad, bro. Awesome, isn't it?"
Then it all happens too fast.
Aemond advances towards Aegon with a furious determination on his face that puts everyone at the table on alert, reaches towards him and grabs him hard by the collar of his shirt, forcing him to get up.
"Aemond!"
Alicent and Helaena immediately intervene, rushing towards them to stop them, but Aegon doesn't even have time to react before he finds himself on his feet, with Aemond holding him tightly.
"Stop it, Aemond!" exclaims Alicent, his tone full of authority and concern.
You finally rise from your seat as well, alert and worried, not knowing exactly what to do or what to say, feeling your pulse racing.
Then Aegon reacts as well, his face transforming into one of rage, placing his hands on top of his brother's.
"Get your fucking hands off me," he manages to say with difficulty.
"I told you to shut the fuck up or didn't I?"
"Oh and now you're going to hit me? Huh?" he asks, punching him in the chest with his hands, "You're going to hit me? And for what? For telling the truth?"
"What the fuck is wrong with you huh!? You fucking cunt," Aemond hits him back in the chest.
"Let go of me, you fucking asshole!"
"That's enough!" Alicent intervenes again, her voice firm and full of authority, "Aemond, let go right now!" she orders, furious, implying that she won't repeat it a fourth time.
The tension in the room seems to increase with each passing moment, as you hold your breath, watching Aemond worriedly, as does Helaena.
Aemond hesitates for a moment, glaring at his brother with determination, until he finally releases him with a tug, pulling away from him still watching him in warning and utter annoyance.
Aegon straightens, rubbing his neck as he glares at his brother resentfully.
"I don't need this shit. Enjoy your fucking dinner," he says grumpily, grabbing his bottle of beer and heading for the stairs, not giving anyone a glance.
At least your pulse starts to calm down when you see how it's finally all over, but you still watch Aemond worriedly.
"I'm so sorry, sweetheart," Alicent turns to you sorrowfully, averting your gaze to her, "What a shame."
"No, no, don't worry…
You start to say in a soft tone when Aemond's serious but definitely kinder voice makes itself heard in your direction.
"I'll wait outside."
The three of you watch him silently and watch as with nonchalant gestures he takes his car keys from his front pocket and with his face still contained in fury, heads out of the house.
With a lump in your throat, you turn to Alicent and Helaena, feeling the weight of tension still hanging in the air even so.
"Thank you so much for dinner. It was nice to meet you," you say to Alicent, trying to sound as calm, gentle and kind as possible.
Alicent smiles sadly back at you, still with her saddened and troubled face.
"It was lovely to meet you and have you come, honey," she tells you sincerely, "Still I'm so sorry. It wasn't my plan for dinner to end like this."
"I totally understand, don't worry," you say with a small smile, "We can always do it again."
You say and immediately regret it, but manage to soften your face in time.
This was supposed to be the only time you would do this, but you feel you owe it to her, to Alicent, as she prepared a delicious dinner with great care. She seemed so excited and happy about everything, especially about you coming that it is such a shame that this happened.
More than anything else that's why you say so.
"Of course," she nods to you, kindly and cordially.
You bid her goodbye with a gentle hug, then embrace Helaena as well, conveying your silent support through the simple gesture.
"If you need to talk, we can do it at school," she murmurs in your ear before releasing you.
"Sure," you promise, returning the hug gratefully.
You take one last look at both of them and head out of the house. And once outside, you feel a shiver run down your spine as you face the cool night air.
And there you see him, in the middle of the night silence and at the edge of the street, leaning against his car, smoking a cigarette with an almost absent gesture, looking thoughtful but also still a little upset about what happened.
You watch as he lets the smoke go between his parted lips and you, letting out a long breath, head towards him.
When he looks back at you, you too just watch him silently and he wordlessly opens the driver's door with a soft squeak and gets in the car, so you follow after him, feeling the weight of silence between you.
You too slide into the passenger seat and close the door, where soon the two of you find yourselves moving through the quiet streets of the city, the music on the radio playing at a low volume in the background.
And that's the only sound between you, the music, and even then it's a little uncomfortable.
You bite the inside of your cheek, struggling to find the right words as the tension lingers, but you don't even know what to say. What are you supposed to say when that happened?
But finally it's Aemond who breaks the silence.
"I hope you enjoyed the show," he murmurs, not taking his eye off the road.
You are momentarily speechless, not knowing what to say at that, not even finding the right words in your mind. Then you let out a low sigh, understanding how he must be feeling.
You mean… you went to meet his mother, it was a family dinner, everything was going well and to suddenly have it all end like that with very personal confessions that you had no idea about… it must be completely frustrating for him that you witnessed that.
"Are you okay?" you ask him in a low, soft tone, watching him intently, concerned and understanding.
He lets out a long breath, pursing his lips as he considers your answer, saying nothing for a moment. But when he finally does, he says it in a voice laden with weariness, regret and seriousness.
"I'm not even upset that Aegon said all that… he… he's right," he says resentfully, "I'm upset that you had to witness it."
The weight of his words falls on you, sensing Aemond's seriousness and frustration in his words. You watch his serious and weary face, the fury he is still holding back.
And for a moment, you look like you're not going to say anything, but after biting your lips, you finally speak.
"You don't have to worry about me," you tell him in a soft voice, "After all, he was right about what he said about my mother too," you add, seeking to offer some comfort, "I don't even remember her, you know? And honestly… it doesn't affect me nor do I care."
If your words caused anything in him, he doesn't show it, as he continues with his eye focused on the road.
But inside, he can't help but feel a little surprised and amazed at your ability to accept those circumstances with such calm and determination compared to him.
And finally he nods, understanding the truth of your words.
"I'm sorry," he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper.
You watch him with a soft and… slightly thoughtful gaze, feeling the tension between the two of you finally begin to fade, resulting in a warm and pleasant atmosphere for the two of you, as usual.
And unexpectedly for him, you take his free hand gently and intertwine your fingers with his, offering a small gesture of support amidst still the frustration he is feeling.
"I don't," you confess softly.
You don't say anything else and neither does he, hoping you can put this behind you. And all along the way, he keeps gently stroking the back of your hand with his thumb.
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You wait anxiously, moving your foot repeatedly up and down, glancing from time to time at your surroundings and also at the screen of your phone, wanting to keep the time very much in mind.
The gentle morning breeze caresses your face, with the sun painting golden hues in the morning sky and listening in the background to the birds singing, but also all the movement of the soccer team training early at this hour from the field.
Everything seems to be calm, except for your racing heartbeat, where you avoid biting your nails and simply bite your lips in a nervous gesture, as well as the inside of your cheek.
Then you finally see Aemond approaching with his backpack on his shoulder and his face soft.
"Hey," he says softly, taking a seat in front of you, taking off his backpack and watching you carefully, "What's up? Is everything okay?"
Out of nerves, your whole body tenses and you avoid stuttering as you speak, stirring in your seat.
"Yeah, yeah, just…" you lower your gaze, playing with your fingers, "I just want to talk to you about something."
Aemond nods, giving you his full attention.
"Well? What is it?" he asks you warmly, not wanting to put pressure on you as he notices all the tension that is invading you at the moment.
But he honestly starts to worry seeing you that way.
And you swallow hard, with your gaze lowered, feeling the need to just let it out and nothing more, having that urge so you don't keep torturing yourself with your destructive thoughts.
"I was thinking that… maybe…" you let out a sigh, "Maybe we should stop this," you mutter, your voice barely a whisper.
And Aemond only watches you more intently, beginning to look alert, furrowing his brows in confusion.
"Stop what?"
You bite the inside of your cheek hard, completely flustered.
"Our fake relationship," you reply cautiously, watching him intently and with some concern.
"What?" he immediately queries you, "I-I don't-I don't understand."
"I think we've both accomplished what we wanted to… oh well, almost everything," you tell him knowingly, "But we've already put on a good show in front of the whole school, Alys is upset enough, and the cheating thing is behind us. We should stop."
You explain but in the middle of all your explanation, Aemond only frowns more, listening to you completely attentive, watching you surprised and incredulous.
"And the trip to Dragonstone?" he inquires you, with a serious and alert look, "That trip is key, it would be great for both of us to go together, as a couple."
You try to remain calm, but your heart is pounding and your nerves are getting the better of you.
"Yes, I know, but… do we really need to keep pretending?" you ask, "You've already saved your reputation, remember?"
Aemond shakes his head firmly, his jaw tense with mounting frustration.
"It's still not enough," he tells you seriously, "At least wait until after the trip."
"Aemond, I don't see why we should wait until then," you mutter, unsure, "We can finish everything now."
Aemond's expression hardens, his jaw tense with frustration as he tries to understand you.
"Y/N, the trip is in the contract," he tells you firmly, "And we agreed to finish everything until graduation."
You exhale, feeling the overwhelming weight of the situation that you didn't expect was going to get this bad the moment you decided to do this.
"I know, but I don't see the point of this anymore."
He becomes more confused, shaking his head, looking at you confused and now completely frustrated.
"What-what's wrong?" he asks you in a soft but urgent voice, attentive, "Did something happen?" he asks you concerned and interested, "Did something happen that I still don't know about?"
Oh God.
Fear grips you as you struggle to keep your composure and not let your nerves get the better of you.
"Or is this because of the dinner thing? And because of Alys' pranks?" he asks you worriedly, "If it's that, tell me. I-I'll find a way to fix it. You won't have to go to dinner at my house again and I'm sure I can talk to Alys."
"No, no… I-I…" you sigh, "It's not that-
He shrugs, looking at you confused and frustrated.
"Then what is it?"
Your heart pounds as you struggle to keep your composure in front of him.
Your words get stuck in your throat, enduring Aemond's still serious, worried and frustrated look on you, waiting for an explanation. But the feeling of panic grows in your chest and you resign yourself completely.
"Nothing, forget it," you say in a whisper, lowering your gaze.
You stand up and gather your things, slinging your backpack over your shoulder, just as Aemond sighs and looks more frustrated.
"Y/N," he calls your name in a tired gesture.
But you don't heed him, just focus on getting away from him,
"Y/N, please stop," he says to you in a soft but urgent voice.
But you don't stop, you can't.
How could you do it and how could you tell him that the real reason you decided to bring this up to your fake boyfriend is because maybe you are actually falling in love with him and the feeling is getting more and more intense, and you can't help it?
You just can't.
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Heya 🫰🏻
Could I request something like "What the brothers would say to you to get you into the mood"?
I love your writing and am very curious about your ideas 👀
Thanks for requesting!
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Lucifer:
He's the devil for a reason.
Would act the complete opposite then how he's usually does in bed.
If you have a praise kink, time to go crazy!!
Starts off innocent, probably asks you to sit on his lap and tell him about your day.
Will listen to every word, if you say you did well on test he'll tell you how proud he is to be able to be with someone so smart and pretty/handsome.
If it's the opposite, and you ended up failing, instead of one of his many lectures, he tells you it's okay and he'll give you extra help next time.
Slowly starts to rub your thigh or back as you continue giving you kisses here and there.
Hums in acknowledgment as you continue on about your day. Probably moves you from his desk towards his bed.
Lays you down on your stomach and will tells you it's a massage but the slick bastard won't say what kind.
You'll definitely find out once his cold his slip down in to your clothes and start toying with you .
Tells you to keep talking as he continues, if you asked what he's done the only response is: "Don't worry about it sweet thing, why don't you continue where you left off, hm?"
Next thing you know, he's pounding into you like there's no tomorrow while still making you tell him about your day, if you stop, he stops.
If you ended up not doing too well in the school day, its a slap on the ass for each thing that you told him.
Pretty much is just comforting then uses it against you.
This is pretty much one of the "softer" ways he gets you in the mood, even if you somehow don't catch on right away.
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Mammon:
Once again, Mammon did something to get in trouble. If it wasn't with Lucifer, then probably the witches, or his brothers- maybe even Diavalo.
Regardless, this is probably the right time this week and it wasn't even Wednesday day.
Even Lucifer was shocked how much trouble the second one was being.
After another lecture, Mammon showed up to your room still in a pouty mood from earlier.
The least he wanted was another lecture, which is why before you could even start, he cut you off.
"How 'bout we make a deal, yeah?"
Now you know better then to make deals with him, considering all the other times he made one with that had you ended up being stuffed full and exhausted.
But if it could stop his behavior, then so be it.
For the next 7 days, he acted like an angel. Being nice to his brothers, paying off some debt. Even studying. (Everyone was shocked, even you)
But the real action was when he was with you.
"Ya like it when I'm a good boy, right?"
Acts so submissive and even asks and begs you to do things that he would never had done before.
"Promise I'll be good, I'll always be good for ya, I'm your little mambaby ain't I?"
If you're into it, he'll add a bit of mommy/daddy kink into the mix.
But of course with him m acting like this, how could you not want to treat him let me a good boy?
Always asks if you want him touch, lick , suck or bite a certain part of you, and when you say yes, you think you see Simeon in the purgatory hall.
Of course he totally wasn't trying to plan this. Totally.
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Leviathan:
Roleplay all the way with this man.
I feel like this is the only time where he REALLY feels confident.
Starts off with something corny, probably from a video game like "The mighty prince Leviathan, has once again slain the dragon. Now to find the princess/princess!"
You'll be laying on his bed, striking a dramatic pose "Thank you thy knight! For saving me, you shall receive a special award."
"I am glad my great efforts receive such praise, I'll do my best to serve your highness"
Honestly you two being very silly and goofy but turned on nonetheless.
While giggling, he kissing your neck while le giving you a few special marks, calls them protection stamps. (IDK what to call them just something goofy 😭)
Puts you before him, will kiss every part of you and go down, while he does he describes every part of you in such great detail.
"Your majesty brings me such bliss."
"Will the knight let me sit on my throne?''
"You own everything in this kingdom my prince/princess, take what's yours."
The confidence surge in him would be so hot, he's making sure you are definitely treated as a royal should be. Maybe even more then Barbatos treats Diavolo.
Other roleplays could as be a masquerade ball where you two fuck as strangers but turns out you know each other all along.
Forbidden lovers, needing to stay quiet to not get caught.
Or as if you were trapped in a video game, and new to fuck to get out. (This one might actually happen knowing him).
He's a silly stinky otaku but we love him 💕
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Satan:
A little similar to Levi.
Maybe after reading a spicy/romance book he gets into the mood.
Starts off quoting after certain books he's read to see if you remember.
When you repeat the other half correctly, he gets so turned on for some reason. If you don't remember he still will but not in the same way. (Sadistic and Satan both start with a S for a reason.)
Depending on if you answer, he'll continue on, the part he's reciting most likely from a smut.
"They lay there, with not a care in the world, unknowing of what the creature lurking might do."
Even if you are getting fucked mercilessly, you still have lines to say!!
"They moaned the creature fucking Them better then any human could."
(Spoiler alert: They love the monster 🤭)
If not roleplay, he'll have your read the book instead, making sure to exactly get to the spicy part.
While you read it aloud, he starts touching you. Slowly rubbing up and down your area, may even go down on you while you read it.
Better yet does the same thing you describe in the book. If the creature is throat fucking the MC, get prepared.
Every single position you also find yourself in, some of these you never knew even existed, but can't help but to moan like a fucking animal.
If the book had pictures, you would match it completely once you were done reading.
He'll continue reading until he gets to another smutty part, in which it's your turn to read.
And mostly likey get your brains fucked out. 👌🏾
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Asmodeus:
Ooo boy
When is he not trying to turn you on?
Asmo has a very very high sex drive, which is obvious with how many past partners he's had.
Cause of this, y'all are pretty much fucking 24/7.
Isn't afraid to hide when he wants you, you could be sitting at the dinner table and he'll make direct eye contact while licking a spoon a little to lewdly.
Moans a little too hard when eating a dish and saying it's good. Leans over over gives you a bite too, making sure it gets on your cheek for him to lick away.
If you decide to tease him back, his horniness go up 100x.
After dinner pretend not to remember what happened at the dinner table and go to his room as normal only to get pinned to the wall in a second.
"Mc, I'm so hungry, maybe even hungrier then beel"
Go ahead and let him get that desert, extra cream too please!
Switches and you'll be sucking him off messily. drool and slobber everywhere and loud sucking noise filling the room.
"Mc, your so nasty I love it."
Cums on your face, with some getting on his torso, will look at you with the most innocent eyes and ask you to clean him up.
Whines so much whenever you ride him, gripping onto your hips hard, begging for you to go faster.
He'll sound like he just came out of a hentai, saying things that surprisingly, you only got to hear.
But never ever neglect him for too long, as bold as he is, he'll get even bolder.
In a meeting with Diavolo instead of being with him? Don't worry, he'll tell a good excuse on why you should be with him instead. Maybe even invites the demon prince.
(100% think he talks dirty to you in other languages, whatever language it is, is your choice!)
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Beezlebub:
Innocent baby that doesn't realize he's a complete beast in bed. (He does a lil)
Food play doesn't always have to come in here, a lot of times it's whenever you guys are alone together.
Can be very blunt. Just makes eye contact with you and asks "Can I fuck you?"
Or if he wants to be more romantic, he'll get on his knees and rest on your thighs, purring against them. Leaves a few hickies too.
Sucks you off/eats you out always talking about how good you feel.
Now this is where food play can come in. Maybe gets some honey, chocolate syrup, icing. (Icing works best for clean-up imo.)
Licks and slurps it off so messily, moans in delight when he taste your cum in the mix.
"m'still hungry mc, spread it a little more, please?''
Pulls your legs as far as they can to keep licking down there, his tongue can also get longer as he please, so definitely hits all those spots.
When he puts his dick into you, it's a messy make out session. Left over syrup falling from both of your lips, drool dripping down your chins, beel has never felt so full before.
"Mc, you got something on your chest, don't worry, I'll get it for you."
He gets it all right, maybe even does a little bit of a deep clean too.
Tbh, all he needs to do is look at you with those pleading, seemingly innocent eyes and you'll be gone in seconds.
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Belphegor:
Since he sleeps a lot, his sex drive won't be high but that doesn't mean he ain't needy.
Ironically, when you're the one sleeping, he's horny.
Can do dream manipulation imo. goes into whatever dream you're having and changes it up a bit to have him in there.
It's a weird one, you're back in the human world in your room about to take a nap, until Belphie comes from under it and grab onto your legs.
"You're not tired yet, are you?"
"It's not fair if you're sleeping and not me, help fall asleep too?"
Slowly you start to wake up as Belphie moves inside of you. Moaning into your ear. You're gonna help him, right?
While he thrusts, you mumble sleepy the words "I'll help you" over and over.
When you cum, he complains," it's not fair that I didn't get to cum yet, so why should you sleep?"
Overstimulates you like crazy, when you start to get a little loud he ask how is he supposed to fall asleep with all the noise.
If you're too quiet, he says he can't call asleep without a little noise in the room.
"m'getting tired, you go on top so I can rest."
Will sit back and seemingly fall asleep while you do the work bouncing up and down.
If you try to stop thinking he's sleep, he thrusts up telling you he isn't done yet and to continue.
"Belphie, I'm tried, can we please continue later?"
"We have school in the morning, mc. I can't go to school without sleep, can I?"
Younger sibling brattiness sure is kicking in right now.
"If you don't want to help anymore, I'll just get beel to help you."
Last time that happened, you couldn't even go to RAD in the morning, to tired and numb to walk.
So go ahead and help little Belphie sleep, okay? It's better when you both fall asleep anyway.
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new york private life // tasm! peter parker
❥ childhood crush, date nights, vigilantes, apprehension, sweet young love.
wc: 1.5k
navigation ✩ empire state of mind (II) ✩ manhattan longing (III)
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"Hey, um... I'm Peter."
A familiar face stands in front of you, one you've known all your life.
"We went to high school together. I, uh, was wondering if maybe you'd want to maybe hang out sometime." The walls of the college cafeteria seem to be closing in around Peter. His hands twitching nervously as he shifted his feet uneasily.
"Oh!" you're caught a little off guard. "Well, I'm free tomorrow. Where will we be going?"
Peter smiles to himself a little. "There's this sushi place that just opened up a few blocks over... if you like sushi, that is."
The amount of anxiety radiating off this poor boy is so potent you can practically taste it.
"I love it," you grin up at the boy from your seat. "Pick me up at 5:30? we could be there by 6."
"Th-that sounds great!" His eyes light up as an excited smile spreads across his face. He's never gotten a this positive of a response before. This feels good.
"I'll pick you up at 5:30 then. Thank you," he says, trying not to be too happy about this, but he is. Very.
“Sounds like a date to me.” you smile, stand from your seat and kiss his cheek before walking away with a bounce in your step.
A date?! A kiss to his cheek! He's never felt so alive before! His cheeks burn red as you walk away. He can't believe that you said yes.
When 5:30 comes around the next day, you’re waiting by the entrance of your house, ready to meet up with Peter. You’re a bit nervous, but mostly excited. You felt a strange flutter in your stomach, your heart beating fast and body tingling.
When 5:45 comes, you start to worry. Where could Peter be?
5:50. Your heart begins to sink. Was this all a joke?
5:55. Is he... not coming?
6:00. You're officially distraught. Your mind immediately starts running to various conclusions. Is he busy? Did something happen to him? Or did he simply change his mind?
6:15. Maybe he forgot? Maybe he's late? Maybe he lost track of time?
6:30. Your eyes are puffy and red. Tears start to stream down your face as you realize he’s probably not coming.
7:00. Anger replaces sadness. Did he do this on purpose?! What the hell?! What was the point of even asking you out?
8:00. Sadness returns. After all your emotions drained your energy and tears blurred your eyes, you cant help but come back ton the thought: Why did he do this? He can't even have the courtesy to at least call you?
Just as the thought come to mind, your phone rings. It's Peter.
Your eyes widen and you quickly pick up the phone. You desperately hope that this might just change things, but you also can't help and start to feel anxious, afraid of what he might have to say.
"Hey," Your voice cracks as you hold the phone to your ear.
Peter's heart sinks at your tone, immediately feeling at fault. "Hey," he echoes in a small tone. "I'm sorry I didn't show up today..." he says, almost inaudible for a moment. He sounds... shaky. Nervous. "Something came up..."
In what world is that a good excuse for leaving a girl waiting for you for two and a half hours? He mentally cringes, wishing he could explain better. How? 'Hey, sorry I basically ghosted you , I'm Spiderman and I had to stop a robbery?!' it almost sounds made up.
"oh..." the same, tearful tone etched into your voice from before. "it's okay, I guess."
He gulps at the sadness in your voice, feeling worse now, not sure how to handle this situation.
"My aunt called me. She had some things she needed help with," he said, trying his best to avoid giving details. "I lost track of time and only just realized how late it was. I was rushing as fast as I could but I know I missed our date. I'm sorry, I should have at least sent you a text."
“It’s okay.” you sound only slightly more cheerful. “How about you make it up to me come over with some takeout and we watch a movie?”
"Really?" he asks, sounding surprised. After the tense conversation you both just had, he didn't think the night - or relationship for that matter - would be salvageable. "I mean sure," he says, not being able to hide the joy in his voice or the smile on his face. "What kind food do you want?"
“You pick.” You smile “Come over as soon as you can.”
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About 20 minutes later Peter knocks on your door. You open it to reveal the sweetest looking boy with flowers an Thai food in hand, appearing a little guilty but still excited.
You couldn't resist smiling back at him, feeling much less mad about what happened earlier.
"Sorry for the wait," Peter apologizes as he hands you the bouquet of tulips. You gladly take them.
Walking over to the kitchen and filling a vase with water, you call out to Peter, who's still standing in the doorway.  
“You can come in Pete! You can set the food down over there," you gesture to the coffee table, covered in candles and books for your college classes.
Pete?! He smiles warmly as he enters into the living room and he watches you set the flowers in the vase. Peter glances around your apartment, your home is quite cozy.
Dark blue curtains hang around each window, soft lights from the New York night glowing through. Every surface in your home is decorated with mixtures of candles, lamps, books, or cute little trinkets.
The whole place smells like cherries and coffee. The soft music playing in the background bringing the whole mood together.
He goes ahead and sets the food down on the coffee table and he looks around the room. "Your place is nice," he says softly. He loves it. he could get used to spending more time here.
“Why thank you.” You blush, placing the flowers down “Oh! I was thinking about watching some of the Star Wars movies - is that okay?” You plop on the couch, patting next to you for Peter to sit.
"Star Wars is always okay with me," Peter replies, happy that you're not upset anymore. He sits down next to you and he can't help but notice how close you're both sitting next to each other. His heart flutters.
"The Empire Strikes Back is my favorite," Peter replies excitedly, happy to be sharing one of his interests with you.
He smiles, feeling very happy with the current state of things.
"That's my favorite too!" You smile brightly, looking into his eyes.
There was an odd and almost indescribable intimacy between you two, as if your shared love of Star Wars had brought you closer together in some unknown way.
“Really?” Peter asks, feeling thrilled by this coincidence.
You nod, giggling at Peter's excitement.
"What's your favorite character?" Peter asks. He's trying to watch the movie, although it's hard to take his eyes off of you for too long.
"Hmmm..." you place your finger on your chin, feigning deep thought. "Obi Wan, hands down the best in my opinion. What about you?"
"Definitely Han Solo," he replies, smiling. You notice how his cheeks are a bit red right now.
Is he blushing?
"He's cocky and always in the middle of trouble, but so charismatic and charming," Peter adds. He leans closer, getting a little more comfortable on the couch.
"Who's your least favorite?"
You notice him moving closer but don’t mind at all “Kylo Ren, I think. His character is just too underdone - they could’ve done better. What about you, Pete? Who’s your least favorite?” You lean in close to him, placing Your hand on his shoulder.
"Totally agree," Peter says quickly, gulping. "Kylo Ren sucks."
Chills take over Peter's body as your hand rests on his shoulder.
You're sitting awfully close, and the thought of it makes his head rush. He wishes he could take his eyes off of you.
Your heart begins to pound. He's getting so lost in the atmosphere.
You smile and turn your head back to the TV watching along as Han Solo grabs Leia, kissing her deeply. There's an ache in your chest for something similar.
Please kiss me. Peter's mind races and begs. Just go for it! He silently urges himself.
He's dying to turn his head towards you. The closeness is sending him into a spiral of emotion. If only he could find the courage to make a move. As he glances your way, he notices you're not looking at him; your attention is elsewhere. A wave of disappointment washes through him.
Peter looks to his fidgeting hands, now incredibly insecure.
Is he reading the signals wrong? His heart sinks. Does she not feel the same way?
His breath is shaky and he's afraid of ruining the evening.
Peter decides it's best to focus on the movie and not his growing, aching feelings.
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I hope y'all enjoyed my first fic in a loooong time lmao, big thanks to character.ai for helping me come up with this!
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0oolookitsme · 6 months
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The Thigh Tattoo
Type - One Shot
Verse - Baker!Harry x Florist!Y/n
Word Count - 2.1k
Warnings - None! It's all smut!
A/N - Not super proud of this one -- probably my least favourite so far. But it's here, and I just hope you guys don't hate it as much as I do hahah <3
Kinks - Thigh Riding, Teasing.
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Y/n loved being a florist, she really did. But, some days were so busy and full of people rushing inside her shop to buy flowers, that it resulted with her standing on her feet for the whole day. It always ended with her feet pink and a bit swollen, causing her to climb up the stairs of her flat hissing and groaning. 
And, today was no different. She had texted Harry while unlocking her door, asking if he could come over to which he had replied by asking her to give him 15 minutes to wind up the bakery. 
In the meantime, she had turned on the geyser and took out the ingredients it'd take to make pasta. She didn't have it in herself to make an actual dinner, and she hadn't eaten that in a while anyways.
When Harry finally chimed in, she practically glued herself to him, hugging him for longer than normal. She suggested that while the water was heating up, they could make dinner and catch up with each other about their days.
As they chatted, Y/n didn't realize as the time passed them by. It'd often be like that with Harry – she could be doing anything, Harry just needed to start talking and she'd completely lose track of everything. It was like time would stop everytime she looked at him. And this time, it ended with Y/n jerking when she accidentally dropped the pasta too suddenly and the hot water splashed, slightly burning her hand. 
It was such a mild burn, that it soothed only a second after and the both of them couldn't help but laugh at her wild reaction. 
When she climbed down from the slab, the pain shooted through her feet again. She sent Harry to fill up the bathtub, telling him that she'd be there in a little as she shifted the pasta from the pan into a big bowl, the sputtering soup staining her april. Placing the bowl inside the oven, she cleaned up as fast as she could and ran to the bathroom. 
She slipped out of her clothes, and finally into the bathtub, where Harry had already settled himself in with his hair tied up in a man-bun. 
Y/n sighed as she dipped her toes in the bathtub, goosebumps rising on her body as the lukewarm water already started working its magic on her muscles. 
As she brought her other leg in, Harry spread his arms wide to make sure she didn't slip and hurt herself. He stayed put like that until she lowered and sat between his legs, her back immediately leaning back to rest on his chest. 
The bathtub wasn't huge, but they both managed to fit every time.
"This feels so good," she murmured, her eyes closing as she dropped her head back. Only after a deep inhale she looked up at him, her head on his right shoulder, just beside his jawline. She pressed a light kiss to his jaw that had a day-old stubble, "thank you for coming over."
"Of course," Harry smiled, kissing her temple. 
Closing her eyes again, she took a big yawn, feeling like she could sleep right there. A grin formed on her mouth when she felt Harry's chest rumble due to laughter behind her. 
"You cannot seem to stop yawning today," he chuckled, brushing her hair strands and weaving them somewhere among the rest of her hair that had been twisted into a bun. 
Y/n hummed in response. "You smell like you're a baked goodie and now I want one," she laughed, and only squeaked harder when Harry's hand slid on her belly, his fingers tickling the soft skin there. "Har-Harry stop, my hair will get wet!" She yelled on top of her laughter, chest heaving as she rose back up from where she was about to go below water in order to escape his hold. 
"I'll bring you some tomorrow," Harry spoke, smiling at her softly from above as spurts of laughter fell from her mouth.
After she'd calmed down, she felt less tired. Yes, she was still going to be out like a light the moment her head would hit the pillow, but now at least her head wasn't going to drop in her plate full of pasta while the snores left her mouth.
Deciding to stay in for a little more, she absentmindedly started tracing the tiger tattoo on Harry's thigh. The tip of her index finger grazed the skin where black ink was imprinted onto his skin forever, following the path it lead. 
Once she'd returned from where she had started, she brought her hand back to herself – tuning her head to look at what Harry was doing considering there wasn't any sound in the room.
He was already looking at her, his lips rolled in under his teeth. "Why did you stop?" He asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. 
Y/n only shrugged in response, getting up to rinse off the soap from her body because her stomach was starting to make louder and louder sounds as each minute passed. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of admitting that she was turned on already, so she pretended as if she hadn't caught up with him. 
Harry followed her out, his towel wrapped loosely around his hips. She had stopped to do her skincare and tossed the bottle of moisturiser at him. He caught it, and went behind to her to look into the mirror as he rubbed it in his skin. 
"I love your whole body," she mumbled, looking up at him while she dropped some serum on her cheeks. "But I think if it came down to favourites, I would choose your legs," she continued. 
It was always impossible to guess what she would say next – her mind ran a million miles per minute. And, she was unpredictable even for Harry, who knew her like the back of his hand in only a few months. "Why?" Harry chuckled, eyebrows starting to frown. 
"See! Even I don't know!" She exclaimed. "Maybe because they are so… toned? And sweet God, that tiger tattoo? It makes your thighs look mouth-watering," laughing she said, feeling good at the sight of his eyes darkening. 
She turned around then, placing her palms on his chest. "It has to be my favourite," she whispered, her hand lowering towards that tattoo. "The one that's here," her hand lingered over the spot.
"Really? Don't think you've ever shown that much interest in it before," Harry feigned being clueless, pushing his thigh towards her core, stopping just before he could brush against her. 
Y/n's skin was starting to feel tingly, excitement rushed through her. She could feel her arousal slipping past her vaginal-lips and when Harry didn't push his thigh into her, she felt disappointment sink inside her. 
So he wasn't going to be easy.
"Oh yeah? Then let me, right now." She said, searching for some kind of approval in his eyes. 
"Let you what?" 
She held her forehead for a second, before crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Let me ride that thigh." 
"Which one, hm?" Harry asked her, the tone of amusement gone from his voice. He was able to tell that she was getting impatient now, and who was he to delay things further? 
"The one with the tiger tattoo, please" she whispered, her eyes set on his lips. 
That's all Harry needed to hear before he smashed his lips onto hers. She tasted just like the strawberry lip-balm she had rubbed on her lips minutes prior. Licking her lips, he pushed his tongue through, his nose pushing against the side of her mouth as she pushed towards him. 
Her tongue kept licking into his mouth, her teeth grazing his tongue as she kept pressing into him. She had shifted her thigh in a manner that the muscle of his thigh brushed against her crotch everytime they moved.
"Desperate, hm?" Harry heaved, breaking the kiss and teasing her when she reached for his mouth with her eyes closed and opened them when she couldn't find them.
She punched her fist into his chest before pushing his head toward hers with her hand in the back of his neck. A grin played on both of their mouths as Harry pecked her upper lip. 
Y/n was the first to push her tongue in his mouth this time, her fingers tangled up in the hair strands as she started pushing him backwards, out of the bathroom. They kept walking until Harry's knees hit the foot of the bed. 
His hands slipped from her waist as he fell on the bed. Harry slid up on the bed until his bed rested against the headboard of the bed. Before he could ask her to come, she was already on the bed and moving towards him on her knees, the rest of her body remaining upright to maintain her balance. 
Harry removed his towel before she settled herself on his thigh. His cock was hard, but he asked Y/n not to focus on that right now. 
He placed his hands on her love handles, drawing her hips in and then sending them back. "Already so wet," Harry groaned as he felt his thigh get slick in just two slides of her pussy over it. 
Y/n's head was thrown back as her clit rubbed against the pulsed muscle of his thigh, her tits moving with each sway of her hips. "Oh fuck," she choked out when she felt him push his thigh further up.
She placed her hands on his shoulders as Harry moved one of his own and kneaded her left boob while sucking on the other one. He twisted her hardened nipple with his fingers before flicking it, causing a moan to leave her mouth.
Licking the bud with a flat tongue one last time, he moved to play with the other one. He looked up at her when she undid his bun and clutched his hair in a tight grip. He moaned against her skin, the vibration of it moving along the current in her body. 
Sweat started lining her skin as she kept rubbing on him, looking down to make sure she was still over the tiger tattoo. But the sight of the black ink covered in her arousal and the white strings that were still dragging along her pussy sent a different kind of rush through her. 
"You like that, don't you? My tattoo and my thigh covered so well in your arousal that it's starting to slip down on the mattress?" Harry asked her with a smirk on his face, the mess on his thigh making him harder. 
When her pace started breaking into arrhythmic drags, Harry gripped her hips with a tighter hold and weighed her down on his thigh, tightening his muscle. 
He moved her hips in sync and kept on moving his thigh. "Know you're close, c'mon," he mumbled, sitting up right to nip at her collarbone. 
The only sounds in the room were of Y/n's moans, Harry kissing her skin and the bed slightly creaking under her movements. The sound of her wet pussy rubbing over its own slick could almost be heard if it weren't for Harry's heavy breathing. 
"Fu- fuck, Harry-" Y/n stuttered, rubbing faster and whimpering over the burn of Harry's nip. He licked at it and then shifted his attention on her boobs again. 
She was starting to shake and whimper, and as Harry sucked on her breasts, she started to groan his name – her pull on his hair getting harder and harder. 
"Fuck, fuck, fuck- I'm coming, Harry," she yelled, but not so loud that the people on the streets would be able to tell. 
"C'mon, come for me," Harry urged her on, holding her down with one of his hands as he left a mark close to her nipples. "Come all over this tiger tattoo," he told her and her nails dug into his shoulders as she wetness gushed out of her. 
She was gripping the hard muscle on his shoulders so hard that she knew that not only her nails were leaving their mark, but her palm was too. "O-Oh, my god- Harry, please-" she begged him as he kept rubbing her against him, running her throught her high.
Slowly and slowly, he decreased the pace until he finally stopped. Y/n was breathing heavily when she finally looked down at his thigh, only to find her arousal shining on the tattoo, and the bedsheet around drenched - whether in sweat or her juices, or perhaps, both. 
"God, I don't know if I love the tiger or your thigh more," she heaved, laughing breathily. 
Laughing, Harry helped her roll off of him and lay on the bed. "Let's call it the thigh tattoo for you," he said, grinning as he wiped the sweat off of the top of her upper lips. 
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sneepseverus · 28 days
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This is a reupload of a one-shot I had on my old account. I’m hoping that by reuploading I’ll finally get the spark and inspiration I need for newer stuff :p I ended up making a lot of edits, though hehehe
Original Request: Snape teaching something to you and there's some sexual tension between you two (decide yourself if you want to turn it into a smut or not, I'm fine with both).
Warnings:
NSFW (MINORS DNI)
Hard dom!Snape x gender-neutral reader
Reader is NOT a student, but they role play
Use of the word “daddy”
Oral (M receiving) (like sucking dick and cock! Like oh my god…)
Word Count: 1.3k
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"You know, I always thought you being a professor was so sexy," you commented after what felt like an eternity of silence in his office.
"I have to disagree with you there. It's definitely not a job to be romanticized," he replied, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he continued to glide his quill against the piece of parchment centered on his desk.
You started to think about how he must possess such a great ability to lead and command his classroom. "I bet you're so alluring when you teach."
"My students would strongly disagree," he simply remarked, eyes still fixed on his desk. "Half of those idiots barely pay attention, and then they wonder why they can never receive anything higher than a 'Poor' on their assignments."
"Wait! I have an idea!" you exclaimed with a bit of a mischievous smile.
"And what might that be?" he replied, a little bit annoyed as there were few things more important than what he was currently occupied with.
Although he had been teaching at Hogwarts for about fifteen years already, Snape was still nervous about the next day. It would be his first time teaching as the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor, a position he had wanted for so long.
"You're planning for tomorrow's lesson anyway, right? Why don't you practice on me?" you suggested.
"Practice?"
“Yeah! Pretend you're in the classroom and...just say everything you were planning. Besides, it's been a while since I took the class, and our professor wasn't exactly the most fun. I'll probably end up learning something from you."
He finally stopped his writing and glanced at you. "Okay, well, I was going to begin teaching nonverbal spells tomorrow—"
"No, don't tell me; just do it," you said, motioning for him to start.
He slowly stood up and cleared his throat awkwardly. How silly it must be to pretend to be a professor when he already has to suffer through that every day, he thought. However, he eventually walked over in front of you and placed his hands behind his back, getting himself into character. "Before we begin, I must remind you that this is a N.E.W.T-level class. I am astonished that you all managed to achieve an O.W.L in this subject, but I would be less so if you found yourselves incapable of keeping up with the coursework," he began as he paced back and forth.
Wow. Of course, you knew how strict he was, but it was one thing to hear it from his colleagues and students and another to actually see it right before your eyes. After being together and knowing how gentle he was deep inside, it was like you were seeing a new side to him.
"The Dark Arts," he continued, "are many, varied, ever-changing, and eternal…"
He went on and on with his introduction (which included something about the Cruciatus Curse and some type of kiss). You found it so difficult to focus with how mesmerizing, how attractive his voice was; no wonder students were never able to pay attention. You couldn't help but giggle at his scowling yet seductive expression.
"Do I make myself clear?" He stared at you with a piercing gaze as he waited for your response.
"Yes, Daddy—I mean, professor," you mumbled.
He crossed his arms in front of him and lifted an eyebrow suspiciously. "Well, it seems to me that something has distracted you, L/N. If you are finding yourself incapable of paying attention, then I will have to ask you to leave."
"I'm sorry," you said as you sat up straight. "I'm paying attention."
"Good. Now, I assume you have had no prior experience with nonverbal spells. Can you tell me what the advantage of a nonverbal spell is?"
Your eyes wandered all over his face, and you found yourself biting your lip.
"No? This is the second time you have distracted yourself. It seems that my warning was not enough to make you focus. I will now have to give you a more severe punishment for your misbehavior. Come over to my desk. Now," he demanded.
He sat down in his chair and turned to face you. "Get on your knees," he instructed. He leaned back and spread his legs. "You must do as I say. Understand?"
You nodded, excited about where this was going.
He pointed to his groin. "First, take them off."
You looked at him and proceeded to unbutton his trousers. You slowly slid them off, leaving his underwear over his hardness. "Seems like I wasn't the only one distracted," you commented smugly.
"I don't remember asking you to speak. You should have already removed my pants, too. Do I need to spell out every single little instruction for you? And wipe that smirk off your face."
"I'm sorry…sir" you muttered as you proceeded to grip the waistband of his underwear. His leaking, throbbing cock sprang out, ready for you to touch him, as you swiftly pulled them down to his ankles, licking your lips at the sight.
"I don't need you making any more of your snide comments, so use your mouth."
"What else would have I done?" you wanted to ask, but you kept your "snide comments" to yourself this time. You wrapped your hand around his firm length, slowly pumping up and down before swirling your tongue all around his tip. You closed your eyes blissfully, letting out a series of moans as you savored the taste of his pre-cum.
"Stop this teasing and shut up," he ordered. "And look at me."
You followed his command and sped up your pace this time, looking for any signs of approval in his deep, glittering eyes.
Once he was satisfied, he gripped his hands on the back of your head before bucking his hips towards you, forcing his cock deeper down your throat. Moans escaped his parted lips with each suck. He knew there was a chance others could hear him from outside his office, but right now, he was more concerned with disciplining you.
You cupped his balls with your free hand, fondling them while maintaining your rhythm. "Yes, just like that. Oh, you're doing so well," he let out between shaky breaths before letting his head fall back. "Don't even fucking think about stopping."
"Yes, professor," you thought. "Anything for you." You could feel your own arousal building up, but you ignored it to focus on pleasuring your professor and hear him praise you between groans. Oh, you so desperately wanted to pull away and tell him how much you loved the feeling of his long cock deep inside your mouth, but you had to maintain this perfect pace if you wanted to keep him content.
With the way his hips were moving, it was as if he was fucking your face. You made sure every inch of him was covered in your saliva, letting him know how "apologetic" you were for not paying attention to his little speech he must had spent time rehearsing. But if acting up meant that you got to have his legs spread widely for you in the middle of the day, of course, you'd do it again.
You could tell his orgasm was approaching with the way his body began squirming involuntarily. Neither of you had any intention of moving away from this current position. He yelled out a booming, "FUCK!" with his fingers digging deeply into your skin as cum shot into your throat.
Once you were certain you had milked every last drop of his seed, you removed yourself from his length, gasping for air. You licked your lips to get a good taste of any remaining droplets and waited patiently for his next instruction.
"I hope you weren't expecting to be done so soon," he stated. When he finally regained all his energy, he stood up and put his bottoms back on. "Go to my room and take your clothes off—all of them. I'll be there momentarily."
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hard-candy-writing · 1 year
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deal with the devil
eddie munson x cheerleader!reader
fic summary: you want to piss off your parents. eddie wants to pass his classes. so you make a deal with each other: he'll date you, you'll tutor him, and you'll both end the year happy. the catch? no falling in love. slow burn romance, enemies to friends to lovers, fake dating, don't fall in love. fic takes place in 1984-85. inspired by 18 by anarbor.
chapter summary: it's your first day "dating" eddie munson, and it's going to take some getting used to.
warnings: this series in 18+, minors dni! afab reader. reader is 18 with an august birthday, eddie is 19. reader is mean and eddie is mean right back. reader has a controlling father. sfw with some sexually suggestive language. reader likes red vines and her favourite colour is pink. BIG TRIGGER WARNING! reader talks about being sexually assaulted (virginity "taken" when she was tipsy, does not count it as losing her virginity). reader also mentions that her mother doesn't allow her to eat candy for fear of her "getting fat."
a/n: turns out, i like writing for mean characters. thanks for the huge response, everyone! enjoy <3
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chapter two: the debut
"Practice" was written in big, bold, bubble letters -- bubblegum pink, with a little pom-pom dotting the "I" -- in your agenda that Friday. Your uniform was pressed and hanging on your closet handle. Your makeup was laid out on your vanity. You even had your yoga mat spread out by your bed so you could do a stretch when you woke up, just to loosen your muscles for the day and work out any stiffness.
And you had a cute outfit packed up in your backpack. For afterwards.
You picked up the phone and dialed Eddie's number, and he answered after a couple rings.
"Munson residence."
"It's me."
He groaned. "We've already been over this. Three times. We meet up before first period, I walk in holding your hand, then we tell our friends at lunch and let the gossip begin."
"Um, actually, you forgot that you have to walk me to the cafeteria. Which is a pretty important part of the plan."
"Jesus Christ."
"Anyway, that isn't why I called. Are you doing your little dungeon game after school tomorrow?"
You heard bed springs squeak, and pictured him throwing himself down onto his bed. "Dungeons and Dragons. And yeah, it'll be a short, introductory session for the newbies."
"How short?"
He was silent for a stretch. "Are you asking because you want to violate one of my conditions?"
"I'm asking because I just got invited to a party tomorrow night, and I thought it might be a good idea for us to go. And don't worry about your conditions, Edward; I have cheer practice, so I'll probably finish around the same time you will. Which is...?"
He let out a long sigh. "Five?"
"Oh. I'm done at four. Whatever, I can get changed and sit in on your session."
"No."
"Aw, scared I'm gonna make fun of you're little game? Calm down, I'm not even going to pay attention."
"I'll kick you out if you do. I promised these freshman they aren't gonna get attacked for liking D and D, and I intend to keep that promise."
You rolled your eyes. "Isn't that adorable. I won't say a word, I promise."
"How long do you want to stay at this party?"
"My dad generously bumped my curfew to midnight as a birthday gift."
"Gotcha. Get you home before you turn into a pumpkin." He laughed, but you didn't. "Get it? Like Cinderella?"
"I got the joke."
"Jesus, someone's icy tonight. What's up?"
"Nothing."
"Doesn't sound like nothing. Your dad treating you like a baby again?"
You rolled onto your side, squishing your cheek into your pillow. "No. I mean, no more than usual. He's away tonight with my mom for this big dinner with some friends, and won't be back until after twelve. I'm just nervous about tomorrow. What if nobody believes that we're actually dating?"
"They will. We'll make sure of it."
"But, I mean... If they ask me, I don't know, your favourite colour? They'll catch us."
"Red. Favourite colour's red."
"Jeez, thanks. That'll solve everything."
He chuckled, the sound warm and sweet. "Okay, why don't we play a game?"
"Like Dungeons and Dragons?"
"Hah. No. We ask each other a question -- any question we want. And the other person has to answer. But, any question you ask, you also have to give an answer yourself."
"So if I asked you your favourite colour --"
"-- you have to tell me yours, too. It keeps things fair. And, for the duration, each of us gets three free passes; that means we don't have to answer the question and we move on, no questions asked."
"That sounds fair. Okay, pink."
"That's your favourite? Could've guessed that, Princess."
"Hey, it's not my fault I've been inundated with pink stuff for my entire life."
"Fair. Okay, my turn. Uh... Who's your favourite artist?"
"David Bowie, easily."
Eddie made a surprised sound. "I thought you'd say Madonna or something. Mine's Black Sabbath."
"I have no idea who that is."
"D... Don't say that. You're making it hard to pretend to like you."
"My turn. What do you want to do after college?"
"Ooh, from colours to the real hard-hitting questions, huh? I mean, ideally, I wanna be a rockstar. Go on tour with my band."
"You have a band?"
"Uh-huh. Corroded Coffin."
"Ew. That sounds gross."
"Right? Anyway, yeah, that's the dream. But realistically? Stuck in a dead-end job living the same year seventy times and pretending that's a life."
Wow. You'd known he was cynical, but you hadn't realized just how bleak his outlook was. No wonder he'd given up on graduating, if that was what he saw at the end of the tunnel.
"You don't want to go to college?"
"No. And even if I did, you think I could get in? Or afford it?"
"Right, you're poor."
"Thanks, forgot the word for it." Sarcasm laced his voice like venom. "What about you?"
You shrugged. "College. A job, maybe in an office somewhere in a city. Then I'll get married, have kids, and probably be a stay-at-home mom."
"Y'know, I thought my future was shitty. But that just... sounds awful."
"What? Why? I'll have an education, a job, someone I love, a family. What's so bad about that?"
"An education in what? A job where? Do you even know what you like?"
You opened your mouth to answer, but you had no good response. You'd just assumed that you'd try to get a degree in business like your dad, and the rest would fall into place. You'd never asked yourself what you liked to do. Because...
"That's just... what you do."
"My turn, because you're depressing me. Favourite movie?"
You took a second to answer, and moved on quickly after that. While neither of you had much in common, you found that Eddie was accepting of your answers, and his weren't as weird as you'd expected.
"God, I don't know," you sighed as midnight approached. "Uh... Come on, give me something to ask. A topic."
"Sex."
You scoffed. "All men are the same. Fine, are you a virgin?"
"No. You?"
"Pass."
"You can't pass! You asked the question!"
You sat up. "You said I had three passes!"
"Yeah, for my questions. Not for your own! Unless... Aw, you're just shy because you're a virgin."
"You... You asshole."
"What?" he laughed.
"No matter how I respond, it gives you an answer."
"It's okay if you are. Not like we're gonna be doing anything, right?"
"I guess..." You chewed your lip. You didn't like thinking about it. But after so many questions asked and answers given, you felt like you owed Eddie a response.
"It's complicated."
"Complicated? How? You either did it or didn't."
"Technically, yeah, I've had sex. But it wasn't... good. I was tipsy, not really all there, and I know it happened but... I don't like counting it. If that makes sense."
Eddie was quiet for a moment. When he spoke, his voice was soft, low.
"Y/N, I... I'm so sorry. That sounds awful."
"Yeah, well, it was. So it doesn't count."
"No, it doesn't. It isn't always like that, okay? Don't be discouraged or anything."
"Right. Uh, your turn? Or do you want to get some sleep?"
"Uh... I'll take the last question, how about that?"
"Sure."
Eddie hummed in thought. "What's your favourite candy?"
"Red Vines."
"Good choice, but wrong. Three Musketeers is the king of candy."
"Wow, you are so confidently incorrect, it's kind of adorable."
"You think I'm adorable?"
"Pass. Goodnight, Edward."
"Goodnight, Princess."
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He was late. You stood among your friends in the parking lot, basking in the late summer sun, chatting about practice that afternoon and the party that night. Your mind was only half-there. Partially because you stayed up so late the night before, partially because Eddie's van was nowhere to be seen.
He was bailing on you. You knew it. He'd chickened out, decided it was beneath him to even pretend to date you, and now all the work you'd put in was for nothing. This was all one big joke to him.
"Y/N, are you okay?" one of your friends, Alice, asked. She was cheer captain, her perfect lips curled down with concern. "You're tapping your foot like crazy! Oh my god, are you nervous about practice? Don't be. I'm sure you're much better than you were last year."
"Yeah, you couldn't be any worse!" another cheerleader declared, and a few of them giggled.
"I'm fine," you said, but your words were drowned out by the bell. Shit. Yeah, Eddie was definitely bailing on you.
You filed into the building with your friends as the student body buzzed around like a bunch of bees, stopping off at their lockers and hurrying to their first period. You yanked your locker open and stuffed your duffel bag inside, in which you'd packed clothes and makeup for the party. As if you'd be going now. You took your textbooks and notebooks for your first two classes, then slammed the locker shut.
Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Eddie running down the hallway to you.
"Sorry I'm late, babe," he said a little too loudly; a few people turned to look at him.
Before you could chew him out for it, he cupped your face and pulled you up onto your toes. He pressed his lips to yours. Your heart thudded to a stop, then burst into the fastest rhythm it had ever been. Your hands came up to hold his forearms. His lips were... so soft. Warm. His rings were ice cold against your cheek, which warmed beneath his touch. He smelled of cologne and a little smoke. He tasted like spearmint. When he pulled away, his wicked gaze met yours and he winked. He withdrew completely, and only then did you notice how many people were staring at you.
"I-It's okay." You cursed yourself for stammering. No, it wasn't okay. But you couldn't bring yourself to ream him out for it.
"Can I walk you to class?" His question was almost timid, and he bit his lower lip as he waited for your answer.
You rolled your eyes. "You're such a softie," you laughed, then slipped your hand into his.
You were used to having all eyes on you. Guys watched you because they wanted to memorize the way your tits jiggled and the curve of your ass. Girls watched you because they were searching for some blemish to use against you. And you were certain that Eddie was accustomed to it, dressing like he did. But neither of you had gotten this much attention before. People didn't even bother to cover their mouths when they whispered to each other. By the time Eddie dropped you off with a quick peck on the cheek and a promise to see you next period, the friends you shared the class with were already leaning over to ask you what was going on.
"Oh, you didn't know? We're dating."
"Ew!" Alice squealed. "Really? Why him? Ugh, I could never!"
You shrugged and turned to face the blackboard, but her words made you scowl. You hadn't predicted that reaction. Over the summer, you'd gotten accustomed to Eddie's... look. The long hair, occasional nail polish, tattoos, it had all become... you didn't want to say attractive, but normal. And anyone who hadn't been close to him might have assumed that he stank of weed and cigarette smoke. But it turned out he cleaned up pretty nicely.
Your friends would just need some convincing.
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"How are your friends taking it?" you asked Eddie as you shuffled down the cafeteria line. You spoke in a whisper, your cheek nearly brushing his. He smiled. To any onlookers, you might have been whispering sweet nothings to one another.
"One of them said I betrayed them. Another said this was a cardinal sin, and he doesn't even know who I am anymore."
"And the others? I mean, I assume you have more than two friends?"
Eddie glared at you. "Yeah, I do. He asked if all those splits and backflips you do make your pussy tighter."
"And what did you tell him?"
Eddie slapped a bowl of Jell-O onto his tray. "That that information is between us. But I winked at him, so it's safe to say he thinks I won the jackpot with you."
"You kind of have."
"Jesus, you could do with a bit of humility, you know that?"
"Where's that gonna get me? Anyway, my friends aren't really convinced, so I'm going to tell them that you'll give them a discount."
You turned to leave the line, but Eddie grabbed your wrist and pulled you back into a corner.
"Say again?" he said with a disbelieving smile.
"Don't shit your pants, Edward; I'll pay you the difference. It's just to sweeten the pot, get them to not harass you. How about twenty percent?"
Eddie's brows pulled together. "Do you realize how much this is going to cost you? Rich kids do more drugs than anyone else; it's how they cope with being so boring."
"Maybe I should try them some time, so I can cope with you being such a dick."
"Look, i's fine by me, but I'm just concerned with how much you're sinking into this lie."
"Shh!" You stepped closer and put your fingers over his lips. "We don't acknowledge that in public. Understood?"
He took your wrist again, but this time pressed your fingers harder against his lips and gave the pads of your fingers a kiss.
"Whatever you say, Princess. Now can I eat my lunch? Or do I need to escort you to your seat like the absolute tool you're making me feel like I am?"
"You are dismissed until tonight," you sighed. "I guess."
Eddie scowled at you. Then he flung an arm around your shoulders.
"Come on."
You wouldn't call it escorting you to your seat. He just walked you there, pressed a kiss to the top of your head, and walked back to his own table -- where his friends waited with wide eyes and deep frowns. Your own friends had similar expressions, and you assumed he was bombarded with as many questions as you were. Why were you dating him? Wasn't he gross, weird, a total freak? Didn't you realize this was social suicide? All of their concerns melted away once you mentioned the sweet twenty percent discount they had now gained. You hadn't even realized how many of your friends had bought from him before; some even started calculating what their monthly purchases would cost with the new discount.
"I don't know," Alice said, flipping her hair over one shoulder and stabbing at her salad. "Isn't your dad going to be super upset with you? He's always been so protective over you."
"He'll just have to get used to it. I'm eighteen now; I can make my own choices."
Alice bumped your shoulder with a little too much force to be entirely playful. "Ooh, looks like this kitten's growing out her claws."
"I think you'll recall I've had claws for awhile." You tilted your head and pushed her back. "Or did you forget about the incident already?"
Her expression was pinched, her smile tight, and she said nothing more as she went back to her lunch. Alice had been there the day you'd gone after that freshman and had her pinned to the ground outside the school. For weeks afterward, she had sang your praises and acted like your best friend -- and chief defender. In her opinion, the girl had deserved it, and you were not at fault. But you'd recognized fear in her eyes.
It had been a little too long since it had faded away. She needed reminding.
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After practice and showering, the entire cheer squad crowded around the bathroom mirrors and reapplied their makeup. You stood at the edge; you didn't need to be in the centre, examining yourself for every line and spot. Those lines and spots simply didn't exist. You could have put your makeup on in the dark and still looked good enough to walk runways in Milan.
Poor Alice had to be the first one at the mirror and the last one to leave.
"Jared and his parents are going to Aspen over Spring Break," she droned on for the tenth time since her boyfriend told her about the trip, "and I'm going with them! Ugh, I'm so excited."
"Have you even skied before?" one of your mutual friends asked.
"I'm not going to ski, silly! I'm going to spend my time in the chalet. There's a spa, a gorgeous view, and a ton of little shops and cafes that Jared's mom and I are going to explore."
"M-My parents are taking me to Florida." This came from one of the newer cheerleaders, a sophomore girl, the tallest on the team. "We're going to visit my sister at college, and spend the week with her."
"Florida? Like, where all the old people to go retire? That sounds like so much fun!" Alice shot her another tight-lipped smile in the mirror, then went back to applying her mascara. "Y/N, where are you going for Spring Break?"
"Gosh, Alice, I really don't know. It all depends on which college I get accepted to, since they'll want to celebrate. If I get into my mother's alma mater, we're going to Paris. But if I get into my dad's alma mater, definitely Sweden."
"Wow," some of the girls gasped, while others asked, "All the way to Europe?"
Alice pumped her mascara wand a few times, entirely disinterested. "Hm, sounds fun. Is Eddie going to go with your family, or...?"
"Most likely."
"Oh."
"What?"
Alice shrugged. "Nothing! I'm still just so surprised. I mean, neither of you seem like each other's type, you know? Such an odd couple!"
"I think it's cute," said the tall girl. "Opposites attract, you know?"
"Thank you..." You'd forgotten her name. Whatever, she didn't matter. "Thank you," you repeated. You tidied up your lipstick and zipped up your makeup bag. "I'll see you girls at the party."
"You don't need a ride?"
You shook your head. "I have my own."
"Your dad again?" Alice assumed, dabbing on lipgloss.
"No, Eddie."
All of them turned their heads to face you in nearly perfect unison. Alice was the last to meet your gaze, her lips parted in shock.
"You're bringing him to Sarah's birthday party? He wasn't even invited."
"He doesn't have to be; he's my plus one. The invite clearly stated that everyone gets one."
Alice's eyes widened and she clicked her tongue. "I don't know, Y/N. It seems like a faux pas to me."
"To what? Go to a party with my boyfriend as a plus one?" You slung your duffel bag over your shoulder and shook your head in pity. "You know, just because someone might be scary to you doesn't mean they're scary to everyone. They're like wine; an acquired taste. But, don't worry: I don't expect everyone to understand that. See you!"
You relished in the wave of whispers that rose in your wake. They might have been calling you a total bitch. Maybe some of them were commenting on your chilly mood. You could practically hear Alice assuring them that Eddie was just a phase to you. It didn't matter what they said; all eyes would be on you and him at the party.
And when he drove you home.
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When you opened the drama room's door, the members of Hellfire all looked up at you. They were hunched over the table, papers and pencils and a bunch of weird dice scattered between them. Their eyes were owlish, trained on you as you strode up to the table, your skirt flouncing dangerously close to your ass with each step. They reminded you of raccoons caught in headlights.
"Sorry I'm late," you said as you pulled up a chair. "Is there room for one more?"
"You wanna play?" one of the younger boys gasped. You assumed he was a freshman, by the fact that he looked about twelve.
You snorted. "No. I'm just messing with you; you guys look like I just caught you committing a crime. Relax! The big bad cheerleader isn't gonna stuff you into a locker. I'm just waiting for your club leader to finish so we can leave."
Eddie stood at the other end of the table. A Gothic throne sat behind him, the spiky back making him look as if he had horns. He just glared at you, fists braced against the table.
"One, it's Dungeon Master. And two, we're almost done, so hold tight."
You rolled your eyes. "Whatever, the party isn't gonna even start until like... seven, anyway." You wrinkled your nose as you looked him up and down. "Luckily, you'll have time to change."
Eddie worked his jaw, but said nothing more. You pulled out a nail file and went to work as he got back to his little game. You didn't know what all the fuss was about: all you heard were numbers, percentages, and weird names. Some of it translated pretty easily. You knew what an elf was -- they worked for Santa -- and humans, gnomes, and dwarves were straightforward, too. Why anyone would want to be one, you had no idea. Fighters, magic-users, and thieves made sense. But that's where they lost you.
You'd finished filing your nails half an hour ago. He'd said he'd be done at five. It was now five forty-five. You scowled to yourself and stared at the table, wondering if you'd ever make it out of that drama room.
The girl beside you was drawing something. Someone, in fact. It was a faint pencil sketch of a woman from the shoulders up. Her face was slim, a little too long and her eyes too far apart to be human. Her ears were pointed, reaching back into long, dark hair. She wore a cloak and a staff on her back with some kind of crystal on it.
"What's that supposed to be?" you asked as she shaded in her neck.
The girl glanced up at you from beneath her glasses, but didn't dare make eye contact.
"My character. Her name's Delphine, and she's a half-elf druid."
"I thought elves were meant to be, like, in Santa's workshop? Y'know, little things that run around everywhere?"
The girl smiled as if she knew something you didn't. "In D and D, that's closer to gnomes. These are like elves from The Lord of the Rings."
"Is that a video game or something?"
"No, it's a book. And an animated movie." You gave her a blank look, and she just shrugged. "Anyway, elves are basically human in appearance except for their ears. They're usually really agile and good with magic, and they're immortal. In The Lord of the Rings, they're also very beautiful."
"Huh. I guess I'd be an elf, then. Beautiful, agile... I can't say I'm an expert in magic, but..." The girl laughed, and so did you. "Are you an art student?"
"M-Me? No. I mean, I'm in an art class, but it's not like... Y'know."
You nodded. "Maybe you should be. Your elf actually looks like a person, which is a lot more than I can say about my portraits."
"I... I don't know..."
"You literally have nothing to lose. A senior last year won an award for painting a red line through a blue canvas. You'd probably win, like, a million awards with this."
"Thank you," she said, a little under her breath, and she tucked her chin against as chest as a flush crept up her cheeks.
"Alright, that's it for this week."
You both looked up when Eddie clapped his hands, calling you all to attention.
"Keep working on your backstories and get back to me by this time next week. Two weeks from now, we'll have our first session. Sound good?"
Everyone made noises of approval and began to pack up. As it turned out, wrapping up the session wasn't the end of it: Eddie had books, papers, dice, and other items he needed to pack away. He had a whole separate bag for it; it was a messenger bag that had the words "Bag of Holding" painted across the flap. By the time you made it out to the parking lot, it was nearly quarter after seven.
"I'm impressed," Eddie said as he tossed his bags into the back seat.
"Oh?" You handed him your bags, which he took and placed next to his without question. Hm. Not bad.
"You didn't say anything rude to anyone."
"That one big guy who wanted to play as a garden gnome made it very difficult."
"It's not a garden gnome, it's --" Eddie shook his head. "Whatever. You don't care. Where's this party?"
"Not so fast," you said as the two of you climbed into his van. Ugh, it reeked of smoke. At least your hair would smell and your dad would notice. "We have to stop by your house first. You need to get your stash; it's gonna be a big business night for you. And there's no way you can wear that to the party."
Eddie glanced down at himself. "What's wrong with this? No stains or anything."
"Let's see: hair is fine, face is as good as it's gonna get," he eyebrows shot up, "do you really have to wear that vest everywhere? You don't have to constantly advertise that you're a freak. Leather jacket works, but you might have something better at home, I hope. No way are you wearing your club shirt, and those jeans need to be tighter to show off your ass."
Eddie blinked at you. "Beg your pardon?"
"Don't get cocky."
"Ooh, are we showing that off, too?"
"Trust me, I spent all day trying to convince my friends you were a catch. You need all the help you can get, including some proper jeans and a less-geeky shirt. Okay?"
Eddie started the engine. "Whatever you say, sweetheart. Would you like me to wear eyeliner? Y'know, like Bowie?"
"We'll see."
"That always means 'no.' Hey, check the glove compartment, will you?"
You reached forward and popped it open. Inside, there was a massive package of Red Vines with a bunch of Three Musketeers bars surrounding it. You gasped, ripped the package out, and tore it open.
"I figured you'd be hungry after practice. I always am, after a session. Can you hand me a bar?"
You gave him one and closed the glove compartment before devouring your own treats.
"Mmf, I haven't had these in for-ever."
"Why?" he asked, tearing the wrapper with his teeth.
"My mom doesn't like me eating them. She says I'll get fat."
"I doubt a pack of licorice will make a difference. And so what if it does?"
You shrugged. "Just drive."
"Is that what shuts you up? Candy?" Eddie chuckled. "I think I just made the most important discovery known to man. Alert the media!"
"Edward," you snapped. "Isn't your voice tired from all that talking you did to your club?"
Eddie smirked at you, but took a huge bite of his chocolate bar and stayed quiet for the rest of the ride. You rolled the window down, feeling the late summer breeze, its fresh scent combining with the sweet licorice. You shut your eyes. For a second, you nearly forgot you were in Eddie Munson's van.
Then you opened your eyes, and you were in a trailer park.
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The Tortured and the Test Subject 2
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Finally a Part 2!! Pls lmk if you like it/like where this story is heading and I might turn it into a longer series hehe
Warnings -- mentions of death and torture
"So, super strength and healing huh?"
The soft moonlight filtered through the grand windows in the hallway. You and Jason continued to silently stroll through the manor as he gave you a quick tour, his eyes attentively glued on you the entire time. Jason was trying hard to make conversation. He had made sure not to mention the fact that you knew you couldn't die. You gave a small smile in response, still feeling a little indifferent to the powers that were forced upon you.
"Yeah." You said before glancing over to where the windows sat, and suddenly you came to a halt. Then, your feet lead you over to them until you saw the manor's magnificent garden lit up by lanterns and the vast night sky outside.
The sky.
Glistening stars peppered the navy blue, a few rain clouds here and there slowly crawling across the dark sky. You had spent many nights at Cadmus thinking about those stars as you stared up at the plain white ceiling. Wondering if you would ever see them again. And now that you were here, outside, it was all too overwhelming. You were sick with relief, you were grateful, but your heart also seemed to be shattering. Mourning all of those lost years.
You put a hand to your mouth, eager to stifle an oncoming cry, and the simple action made Jason's stomach drop.
"Hey, you alright?" Jason asked sheepishly. He had to stop himself from reaching out to you.
You had kept yourself together for all those years in Cadmus, so you weren't about to lose it now. You'd wait until the boy was gone and you were in a proper bed, hidden beneath the covers.
"I'm ok." You managed, a tightening sensation in your throat. "Is there anything else you want to show me?"
Jason watched you a second too long, unconvinced, before moving towards the closest door in the hall.
"Uh, no. I can show you the rest tomorrow." He stood beside the door, hand on handle. "This is your room while you stay here."
Jason opened the door to allow you to walk in, but you stopped at the doorframe. "Where will you be?"
A little flutter began in his chest. "If you need anything, I'll be right next door." He nodded towards the door to your far right. "Just knock."
Your gaze fell back into the room onto the charcoal bedding and stack of what looked like some very old books on some shelves. The room was nice and simple, but it had so much more warmth to it compared to your cell back at Cadmus.
"Do you need anything else?" Jason asked, trying not to fiddle with his fingers.
"No, thankyou." Your voice was soft as you gave a gentle smile and went into the room.
You'd probably spend most of the night looking through every little thing in there. The drawer of clothes, the plethora of books, you will definitely be staring at the night sky and outside world for as long as you could. And you'd make sure that window stayed open. All night. You would probably do silly things like lay against the soft carpet, or run your fingers across the curtains. You also found that your mind was still a little drawn to that boy and his odd, padded outfit with the red bat across his chest.
Jason. Yes, you'd think about him for a few minutes longer than you would like to admit, as well as his odd family.
And then after all that, you would throw that horrid jumpsuit into the bin, desperately ridding the number 09714 from your mind, and throw on the clothes that sat folded on the end of the bed. Then, you knew you were going to spend some time crying and comforting yourself. As you always did.
Jason stood at the closed door before turning to leave. That's when he caught sight of the shadowy figure lurking towards the end of the hall.
"Isn't that your room?" Dick asked, and although it was dark, Jason could hear the smirk in his voice. "Or, old room?" He corrected.
Jason simply brushed past him, "Don't know what you're talking about."
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Meeting you had brought up a lot of unsettling memories in Jason's mind. The abuse he can imagine you endured in Cadmus reminding him of his own time spent with the deranged Clown. The fact that you had died dragging him back to the night he had. The white streak that laced your hair...
He'd woken up, shirt drenched in sweat and limbs trembling. Again nightmares plagued his sleep, and again he was sitting in his bed on the couch desperately trying to calm himself down. When suddenly he heard a door creak open and he knew that sound all too well. His bedroom door.
Carefully, he peered down the hallway to where you stood leaning your forehead against the windows. Eyes closed, as though you're desperate to escape something.
"y/n?"
Your head snapped over in his direction, eyes wide and fearful. "Jason?"
"Yeah, yeah it's me. You ok?"
You directed your 1000 yard stare back towards what lied beyond the window. "I can't stay in the room. In the bed. I feel trapped again."
Jason understood. Hell, he understood completely.
"Do you wanna go outside?"
You nodded in response, and soon you were following Jason around the still mansion until you reached the courtyard. It was large and grand, filled with perfectly trimmed hedges and stone. It was beautiful. Sitting down on two of the most comfortable arm chairs, you breathed in the fresh air like it was your last breath, eyes close and heart full now that you were outside. The air was crisp and cool and you loved it. Jason sat beside you, carefully taking you in.
"Better?" He asked.
"Mmm." Silence settled over you both before you spoke. "I accidentally broke the tap in the ensuite."
Your eyes met.
"Sorry."
Jason let out a tired, breathy laugh. "It's fine. Bruce has enough money to fix anything you break."
You took Jason in, properly this time. Dark, damp hair fell before his bright eyes. He was dressed in a shirt that looked a bit too small for him, tracksuit pants and socks on his feet. Your eyes then fell down to the arm closest to you and the ghastly mark that run along it. It was a new wound, still red and raw.
"I don't remember doing that when I pinned you to the wall."
He flashed a look of confusion at you before following your eyes. He quickly hid his arm once he realised.
"No, you didn't do that."
Jason was so tired he had forgotten all about the graze he received on patrol earlier, given it had eventually stopped bleeding.
"Want me to fix it?"
He became more self-conscious now as he instinctively edged away from you, a bashful expression melting across his face. "No, it's ok."
"Are you sure? Cause I don't mind. Might as well use what they gave me."
The moonlight accentuated his blue-green eyes as he stared back at you. "I'm sure. It's fine."
You accepted his answer and looked back out to the view as the sun began to bleed a bright orange and deep pink into the sky, nudging the moon and stars out of the way. Jason was mentally kicking himself, but kept very quiet. You on the other hand were so content, even if some of your demons hung around at the back of your mind, that you didn't notice how he fidgeted.
"I get it you know." Jason's voice broke the silence, quiet and unsure. You glanced back over at him with furrowed brows.
"It sounds stupid. But I understand how you feel. I-"
He forced himself to gain enough courage to look at you. You, one of the most beautiful girls he had ever met. And it wasn't even your physical features. It was something else. Something deeper. Instantly, the words seemed to die on his tongue as you waited for him to continue.
"I'm sorry that happened to you, really. And I'm glad that we found you."
The words tumbled out before he got up and went back inside. Leaving you feeling both oddly warm and confused.
Part 3??
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doctorheusch · 1 year
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I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE
you're magnificently stressed to the point that you're pushed to your limit which is also affecting your relationship with your s/o, straining it more by the minute. what will happen if they can't take your state any longer? scaramouche. diluc. kaveh.
authors note: before i continue with requests, i want to write this since i am looking for ways to hurt myself into doing my academic requirements. also wished to try writing in modern!au for practice. furthermore, i will not be writing part two. enjoy! (shitty grammar, i'll edit soon)
tags: gender neutral!reader. modern!au. light angst.
word count ৎ୭ 2.7k words. 11.24.2022.
penned by @doctorheusch
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Like many others, you have one thing in life you want that would forever satisfy you when you attain it. If some choose fortune, good luck, or various conspicuous items then yours is probably the simplest out of all: rest. You craved it. The last time you experienced relaxation and proper sleep is before you entered college and started your part-time job as a bartender at Angel's Share. To count, it's been roughly ten months since then. Never in your life did you desperately yearn for a release from your responsibilities until now.
Cleaning the countertop where you mixed drinks, the night ended without a hitch yet your mind is frazzled, you were wiping the same spot for five minutes which your employer noticed. Diluc gently tapped your shoulder, watching as you momentarily stilled before turning to look at him, “You should get some rest, (Y/N). I'll handle the remaining cleaning.”
“That can't do, Boss. It's my turn to tidy everything. You said it yourself, I shouldn't be slacking off.” You shook your head, denying his attempt to make you go home while not finishing your task. “I admire your dedication, however, you look like you haven't slept in a while. The dark bags under your eyes are proof and I can't have my best bartender fall unconscious.” The redhead replied, taking the cloth you're using away, “Go on. I believe you still have requirements to finish before bed.”
If you were to reject his offer once more, you were afraid he would deduct your salary like he always does when you didn't follow his advice. So, you stepped back, “Thank you, Boss. I'm sorry for the mess!”
“It's no problem. Off you go now.” Diluc waved you away and you obediently followed, running to the back room to get your things. “Did he eat already?” You wondered, walking in the dead of the night. It's not your Boss you're thinking of but rather, your lover, Scaramouche. He should be at home around this time and you smiled at the thought, “I hope he went to bed first, he has an early morning class tomorrow.”
Yes, you memorized his whole schedule and you're proud of it because sometimes, Scaramouche would forget he has class without your reminders. Opening the door when you got home, you're surprised at the sound of the television playing inside. “Scara?” You asked, removing your shoes and entering your shared apartment only to be greeted by your lover looking at you in vexation, “Scara??”
Scaramouche has his arms crossed in front of his chest, eyes staring daggers at you. He didn't speak for a few minutes, just standing like that. “Wha–”
“Don't ask what's wrong.” His harsh voice cut you off. You immediately clamped your mouth shut, not wanting to trigger him further into an episode you weren't aware of. It was like this sometimes, him blowing up without explaining and you keeping quiet. You're honestly tired of it but if you did something, your emotions might get out of hand which will result in a great breakdown. “You were with that redhead again, weren't you? That's why you forgot about me, yes? Clearly, you prefer his presence over mine.”
“Scara, that's not it. Indeed, I was with Boss but it's because of work! You know how much I love this job compared to others I've tried before.” You defended. He can slander you but you will never allow him to bring innocent bystanders into the conversation. Scaramouche scowled, “Excuses! Every day I go over to pick you up on your campus and every single day your classmates tell me you've already taken off to that bar.”
“You haven't told me even once if you're picking me up or not.” You whispered, feeling your body grow heavier, “If you did then I would have waited even if it means being late to work.”
“Tch. I heard enough of your excuses. No wonder nobody ever wanted to date you before. You're a mess. You can't even pass your assignments on time! Always getting scolded by the professors, aren't you ashamed of yourself?” Scaramouche began his rant, closing his eyes as he let go of every word without thinking, “That also embarrassed me, you know? Why can't you do better? I also heard you missed a bottle the other day at work and made a rather huge spectacle. My friends were laughing their asses off and telling me to get a better partner–”
“Then go get one.” You heard enough of his shit as well. You're done, not having the energy to return his gaze as your irises focused on the clock, “If you think I don't do my best every single day then get out. I'm tired.” Deep in your heart, you knew his words hurt but you inhaled a breath, not allowing yourself to break. “See? This is what you're good at.” Scaramouche rolled his eyes, “Being useless.”
His last two words affected you more than you would've liked as anger rose in your chest, making you drop your bag and step forward. A newfound adrenaline ran through your veins, “Useless? You say I'm useless?” You spoke, voice raising with every word, “You don't know how it feels to work and study yourself to death! Of course, you're raised by one of the most powerful women in the business nation, and your IQ is higher than average people. Why would you find things like this difficult?” You chuckled, glaring at him, “For how long have you known me? Years, isn't it? And you still haven't understood anything!”
“BECAUSE YOU'RE STUPID! I CAN'T STAND BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH YOU ANYMORE MUCH LESS IN THE SAME ROOM!” Scaramouche didn't hold his shout back and you nodded, replying, “That makes two of us then.”
Picking your bag up, you entered your supposed shared bedroom and locked the door. You slid to the ground, sitting with your knees to your chest as tears began to silently fall. Looking at the ceiling, you tried to rub your tears away but as you wipe them, more came out. “I don't know anymore.” Between the stacks of papers settled on your desk, the work you have to attend to tomorrow, and the seething individual currently destroying things in the living room, you didn't know what to handle first. Silently crying into your palms, you whispered again, “I really don't know anymore.”
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As the spouse of the famous Ragnvindr heir, many things are expected from you. The way you dress, eat, walk, speak, and your intelligence level. Everything. You've sacrificed your time and mostly, yourself, to perfectly fulfill said role. It's a life you wanted but didn't enjoy. Who would? If your partner, the one you did this for, isn't present most of the time and his associates bombard you at every given moment. Who would find it enjoyable?
Staring at the paper neatly laid in front of you and your pen that's about to write, a sigh escaped your lips. Today is the sixth day you haven't seen Diluc and didn't know where to find him. The last time you saw the man was when he rushed to get changed. He didn't tell you where he was going nor how long he would take and you didn't push. After all, his affairs are much more grueling than yours. Reading through the document, you finally etched your signature above the provided line. “You should really take a break.” A familiar voice came from the office door which made you raise your head. There stood your brother-in-law, Kaeya Alberich, “You look like you're at the verge of collapse.”
“Maybe I am.” You responded, placing the signed paper on top of a pile before fully turning your attention to the Captain of the Special Unit, “What brings you here, Kaeya?” At the question, he looked hesitant before revealing a sealed brown envelope, “The Grand Master told me to bring this to Diluc but he's not here so I'll hand it to you.” Kaeya strode toward your desk, placing the parchment in your outstretched hand. You smiled, putting it in the safety of your drawer, “Thank you. I'll give it to Diluc when he returns.”
“Give me what?” Diluc's cool tone inquired, announcing his presence. You stood from where you sat, surprised by his sudden appearance, “Welcome back, Diluc.”
“Ah, dear brother. You're here.” Kaeya turned, giving his brother his usual mischievous smile which Diluc ignored. Passing by the man with blue locks, your spouse reached your side, “Can I have the envelope?” He requested. You retrieved what he asked for within seconds, giving it to him, “Here you go.”
After receiving the envelope, Diluc unexpectedly opened it right in front of you and Kaeya. The bold words on the paper inside made your breath hitch in your throat. Divorce. Those are divorce papers. Kaeya also saw this and he instantly glared at his brother, “What's the meaning of this, Diluc?” It's now his turn to inquire, you allowed him to– not having the sense to speak yet since your mind is still processing what you saw. Diluc watched your figure still like a statue, he laid the divorce document on the empty spot on your table, “I want a divorce.”
Before Kaeya could retort, you finally came to your senses, “Why?” You need to know. Haven't you done enough? Or was everything you did not enough at all? By his standards, perhaps your efforts aren't even worthy of his attention. “(Y/N). You did wonderfully for the past two years in this marriage. However, our industry is growing and you might not be able to handle the pressure.” Diluc explained, his face void of emotions, “The board is always bothering me about divorce and I've decided to enact it now.”
“So you're telling me. In other words... No matter what I do, it's not enough?” You slowly spoke, your gaze focused on Diluc. His eyes were once filled with love and now, nobody would even guess that he was infatuated like he was before. Diluc shook his head, “I never said you aren't enough–”
“But you and those old warts make me feel that way. Remember our first month together? You allowed them to insult me for doing what you and I both know I didn't do.”
“That is for you to see how harsh the business world you chose to join is.”
“Hah. What about the practices and mannerisms I was forced to do? Just to make a perfect spouse. You told me I can just be myself when we marry but no, I never felt like myself.”
“Then you never were meant for this position. Somebody who can't handle this little pressure is useless.” Diluc stated. His hand holding a pen as he signed the divorce contract, “All the more for us to divorce.” It silenced you, what he said already confirmed the accusations of the voices in your head. You were never meant to be Diluc's spouse. Never meant to be loved. Never meant to be the person you thrived to be for him. Never meant to be by his side. Why are you still affected? It's truly amusing. You chuckled, “Fine.”
You wrote your signature below his, accepting the fact that you will never reach his standard. Diluc nodded in satisfaction, collecting the paper and carefully returning it inside the envelope, “Thank you for your cooperation.”
The Ragnvindr left you and Kaeya in the room. It is dead silent, neither of you wanted to talk. Nonetheless, Kaeya took the initiative, “What do you want to do now?” His query made a million thoughts run as you shrugged. All the effort and patience you invested just to please your ex-husband has gone down the drain. You felt your chest tightening, not for Diluc or the divorce, but for yourself. You wasted two years of your life for a man that fell out of love and a position that destroyed your sanity. Slowly rubbing your forehead as you gave a soft laugh, “I don't know anymore.”
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As a proud architect student, Kaveh always took pride in being able to come up with the most beautiful designs. He admittedly looks after his image more than himself. Hence, when you collapsed out of nowhere, landing on his work table and getting most of his drafts and official compositions wet with the water you were holding, he freaked. Not for you but for his dampened work. It was a great thing that Alhaitham was there since your boyfriend didn't have the mind to pay attention to you. Alhaitham brought you to the hospital, having you checked and admitted. The doctor said your collapse was brought about by exhaustion, he called Kaveh to relay the news.
However, how Kaveh answered the phone made Alhaitham wish he never even thought of calling the blonde. “Alhaitham! Look at what (Y/N) did! All my work is ruined– RUINED!” Kaveh expressed great distress, complaining, “Couldn't they have passed out in a better place? Like I don't know, maybe the bedroom? How will I redo all these projects in one week!? I don't even know why they're in our dorm when they're just good for nothing!”
Alhaitham immediately ended the call, not wanting to listen any more of Kaveh's pointless ranting. When he turned around, he's met with you seated up with a pillow supporting your back. You smiled at him, “Thank you for bringing me here, Alhaitham.” A voice so weak that you might break at any given moment, Alhaitham shook his head, “It is no problem, (Y/N). I'm just doing what normal humans would do.”
“Are you indirectly calling Kaveh an alien?” You chuckled, “Not to worry. He has always been like that. Absolutely no one can come before his designs.” Alhaitham knew, ever since he became roommates with Kaveh. At the time you entered their lives, he hoped Kaveh would change but it was useless. Even with a significant other, the famed architect couldn't care less for the people around him. “I'm sorry about him.” Alhaitham took a seat on the chair stationed beside your ward bed, “You deserve better.”
“They deserve better?” Kaveh's voice was heard from the entrance of the room. He glared at both you and Alhaitham, his usual sunshine demeanor nowhere to be found, “If they deserve better then what about me? Are you saying I should be the one dating trash because I already am!”
“Kaveh!” Alhaitham raised his voice. You fiddled with your fingers, Kaveh's words hitting right in the center of your insecurities. “What, Alhaitham!?” Kaveh seethed, “If it weren't for them then my projects wouldn't have been destroyed!”
“And that's what you came here for?” The person who answered wasn't Alhaitham but you. Your tone was mild, not angry nor calm but somewhere in-between. Maybe now that you're not properly thinking, you can tell Kaveh everything you feel during your relationship... so you did. “Aren't you ashamed of being called a human being when you just ignored me the time I collapsed? Who would've known that you would care more for your projects than your partner.”
“Why should I care for somebody good for nothing?” Kaveh laughed, his eyes full of mirth, “Aren't you ashamed of thinking you're going to be my priority? Let me tell you now, you never were and never will be.”
Your hands gripped the sheets below you as you collected yourself. This isn't the first time he cornered you like that and if you didn't do anything then it won't be the last. “If I'm so useless in your eyes then let's break up.” These words unhurriedly left your lips, you thanked whichever deity was watching over you for the stable statement, “What do you say?”
“This is the first time you suggested something interesting.” Kaveh looked at your state on the bed. He didn't care anymore, you were a mistake he couldn't get rid of until you separate yourself, “Then I agree.”
You and Kaveh officially went your separate ways just like that. You didn't know what to feel since being with him haven't made you feel loved or important. Everything was quite the opposite: you were treated with disrespect and disgust. “I don't know anymore.” You sighed after Kaveh left your ward, starting at the wall opposite of you. “What don't you know?” Alhaitham asked while peeling an apple for you, “I don't know what's wrong with me. In every relationship I had, the one treated as the bad guy is me.”
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The Ballad of Snakes, Songbirds, and Sorrow.  Part One.
A Coriolanus Snow x Fem!Reader FanFiction. 
He saw everything in her, so why is he so intrigued by her. 
Word Count 3,381. 
* Reader is from a prestigious family in the capital. They have been best friends their whole lives and dating for years now. Cearo means Sorrow. Follows the film loosely, but as canon as possible. 
*Warnings: Some Suggestive Themes at the Start. Possessive Behavior. Mentions of pregnancy/ Wanting Children. Not Proof Read. 
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Part One.
“Coryo?“ She mumbled against his skin, eyes straining upwards towards the young man's face from her position on his chest, chin pressed to his bare chest as sleep evaded them both. 
“Hmmmm” he mumbled back, hands wrapped around her waist as he enjoyed the comfort of her skin against his. 
“I know I ask this a lot, but tomorrow, once you win the plinth prize, nothing changes between us right?” Her begs for reassurance were something Coriolanus enjoyed. They made him feel wanted. Reminded him that she wanted to be with him, not just forced to be. 
“Nothing will ever change this (Y/N). What we have is special, I wouldn't give you up for all the money in the capital.” He kissed her forehead, blue eyes staring down at her sweet face.
(Y/N) Cearo. His childhood sweetheart. His best friend. She was the fuel to his fire. He couldn't imagine a life away from her, let alone a world where they weren't attached at the hip. Through the Dark Times, Through the Academy. He had been graced with her presence throughout his life. 
“Not ever for all the chocolate in the capital?” She raised a brow up at him, a smirk evident on her face. She squished her cheek back into his chest, he smiled at the warmth of her skin. 
“Never, but don't tell Grandma’am that. She'll be disappointed.” The fake gasp that left her made Coriolanus chuckle. 
“You don't think Grandma’am would miss me?” She looked up at him again. Big doe eyes holding a false look of offense only she could muster. He chuckled at her again. 
“I dare say she wouldn't even miss me if someone promised her that much chocolate.” They both laughed now, bed shaking slightly with their shared moment. 
“Well hopefully we won't have to find out since you've practically already won. Just have to decide what you'll buy first.” She chuckled again, settling back down into his arms. 
“I'll probably buy Tirgis a new dress, Grandma’am a box of chocolates, obviously, maybe some new shoes finally.” Perhaps a ring for you. He wanted to say. Coriolauns craved nothing more than making her his in every way possible. He craved the idea of their marriage, promising herself to him for all eternity. His very own first lady of Panem. 
“All very fine choices, Coryo. Of course how could I ever doubt you’d not have it all planned out already.” and boy did he have it all planned out. The Plinth Prize was far more than enough to cover his University tuition and make a few frivolous purchases. Maybe not the ring he’d wish to buy her truly but one pretty enough it’d make their peers envious. He could replace it with something more fitting in time. Not that that would matter to her in any way, she was always the sentimental type. The torn up photo of them as children in her mirror compact to prove so. 
“Coryo?” He hummed back in response. Blue eyes now closed as he tried to prepare for the morning to come. “You know I love you, right?” Her voice was hushed, another question asked for reassurance, which he loved. 
“Of course I do. Why?” He knew her answer. She said it every time he asked. 
“Because I do.” She said it so plainly. So simply. He loved it. 
“Well get some sleep then lover, we have the reaping tomorrow.” He heard her grunt, knowing the sleep was already taking her out. Tomorrow was to be the start of the rest of his life. He’d have the Plinth Prize. The Girl. The Name. All of it. 
“Goodnight darling.”
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By the time he woke up the next morning (Y/N) was long gone. She normally woke up before him to run home and get ready for the day. He’d meet her at her door to walk to school together. 
Coriolanus got up and got ready for his day. Cold shower. No breakfast. Lost shirt. The works. Thankfully Tirgis had come through for him and fixed up one of his fathers old shirts for the day. His Grandma’am even gave him two red roses for him and (Y/N). Today was one of the rare days he and his fellow students were not to wear their uniforms at the school, for the reaping, though it only made him worry more for his appearance. Nonetheless, Snow always lands on top, he would remind himself as he walked to (Y/N)’s Family’s Home. 
(Y/N) and her family lived in a fair sized home. Two streets down from Sejauns and his family and 4 blocks from him. They lived in a fairly large townhome. (Y/N) and her brother practically  have their own floors for their  bedrooms. William Cearo, (Y/N)’s younger brother. He was only 12 and he considered Coriolanus his ‘best friend’ whenever he went to visit their family home. She was a good match come time Coriolanus became president. Upstanding student, wealthy family, all he could ask for in a partner. Along with the added benefit she had been one of his only friends his entire life. 
As he approached the house out came (Y/N). Deep plum coat, black dress, one she had already had him approve of two nights before, and black heels. All accompanied by the  large black leather bag with her initials imprinted on the front that she took everywhere.Her hair was up in a twist on the back of her neck. Pity, he didn't do enough damage last night to keep it down, or at the very least show off what all their peers already knew. She practically skipped down the stairs to him, crashing into his arms and sealing their greeting with a kiss he knew her father would disagree upon. 
“Hi Coryo” She smiled as she looked him in his eyes. Her soft gaze made his heart swell. “I brought you a gift!” She exclaimed. Letting go of him to dig through her bag, pulling out a neatly wrapped parchment bundle. “Two blackberry and cream scones. I know they're your favorite and you’ll need something to keep your stomach calm for the reaping.” She held them out to her. Big eyes and even bigger smiles. He’d die without her, he swore it. 
“Well it just so happens I brought you a gift as well.” He held out the rose hearing her gasp of approval. “Technically it's from Grandma’am but as I’ve delivered it I am including myself.” He stepped up to her, pinning the rose neatly to her coat lapel. 
Another sign she's all mine. His inner thoughts stirred with delight. 
“It’s beautiful. I will have to thank Grandma’am for it when I see her next.” She handed him off the scones, neck craned to look down at the rose. “We better start walking before we are late to the reaping. Or at least before Willby sees you out the window.” She looked at the watch he hadn't even noticed she was wearing. 
“We’re gonna be a half hour early if we start now darling, you know this.” He protested, yet fell into step with her while unwrapping his treat. He’d never admit that without her spoiles he’d starve to death in class. She always brought him whatever treat her chefs had come up with that morning. Though scones were his favorite. He broke off a bite as she linked her arm through his for their journey. As they walked he got about half way through the second scone when she abruptly held a small glass water bottle to his mouth. 
“They're dry.” Was all she muttered as he took a small sip from her water. 
“You’re going to be a fantastic mother” Coriolanus chuckled as they continued to walk. Eyes watching her as she shoved the bottle back in her bag. 
“Hopefully one day. I always loved the idea of a big family. After university, obviously. Stay at home mom, I’d like at least two.” She looked up at him, judging his reaction he assumed. Coriolanus pretended to think for a moment. 
“I can work with two. I’d need at least one boy though, carry on the name obviously.” It was his turn now to judge her reaction. She chuckled. 
“Well I can’t control the gender. Although I’d like girls. I think youd be a fantastic Girl dad.” His smile brightened ten fold. 
“So you do.” He stated, practically stopping their stroll. 
“Do what Coryo?” She stopped with him. Arms still interlinked, both too caught up in each other's eyes. They were only about 100 or so steps from the school now. Coryo took 
“So you do want to have kids with me.” He knew the answer. They had talked about all of this before. Kids. Marriage. His strives for the presidency. 
“Obviously.” There it was again. The simplicity of her words. “After University and once you’ve married me, obviously. Then while you become president we can announce our first pregnancy, which will not only cause joy for the people of Panem, as everyone loves a good love story, it will also show the county you also have something to fight for as their president.” Ah yes, her plan. She was brilliant. She had plans to major in Public Image and Relations in University. Not a popular choice in their peer group but he had to hand it to her, one she would excel in prominently. 
“Oh so you wanna have kids with me for Panem and its citizens?” He watched her eyes roll as she turned to drag him towards the school doors. 
“Oh obviously Coriolanus, I only want to have your babies for Panem Mr. President.” They both laughed to themselves as they walked through the doors, arms interlocked. Mr. President, he liked that. 
 “Snow. Cearo.” Clemensia smiles as she approaches the two. Coriolanus opens his other arm to the dark haired girl. 
“Good Morning, Clems.” (Y/N)’s tone is still cheerful but Coriolanus can hear the anxiety start to take over as the reaping nears. (Y/N) hates the games, he knows this. She understands the games keep people in line though. 
“Good morning, (Y/N). How is your brother?” Clemensia was terrible at small talk. Her voice made Coriolanus cringe. She sounded venomous even when he knew she was just trying to be considerate. 
“He is good. He just got a new train set so he was up all night blasting its horn.”
They walked into the main auditorium and (Y/N) immediately dropped his arm to give Sejaunus a hug as he approached the group. Coriolanus had to hold back a scoff as she did so.Was it hypocritical of him to be jealous as he still had his arm linked with Clemensia? Probably, though he did consider Sejanus a friend but no friend was good enough to touch his girl. 
“Good morning (Y/N/N) You look stunning today as usual.. Good Morning Coriolanus. Clemensia.” Sejanus greeted as (Y/N) wrapped herself back into Coriolanus’s arm. He felt better back with her by his side. He nodded back to Sejanus in greeting. 
“Spill it, Sejanus!” Arachne’s prissy voice rang towards them. Another voice Coriolanus couldn't stand. In fact he couldn't stand most of the women in his peer group’s voices. 
Sejanus shook his head  as he scoffed. 
“Oh, no, I’m not going to ruin my father’s big day. No one here actually likes him but they do love his money… you know what that’s like, don’t you, Arachne?” Coriolanus felt the shakes of  (Y/N)’s shoulder as she silently snickered along with Sejanus’s comment. 
Arachne rolled her eyes and ran off to find someone else to bother. As Clemensia walked off to find her seat Sejanus looked at you both. 
 “Look, I know you have had high hopes for this Coriolanus but… there’s no prize. Not anymore.” 
He couldn't tell if you both had the same visual reaction but he could feel his own eyes widen and feel your grip on his arm tighten, head lifting off his shoulder. He stood there searching Sejanus’ expression for any signs of mockery. He looked down at you, hoping maybe you were in on this sick joke. But your expression held fear as you stared at Sejanus. 
“What?” he asked, words dark and airy, looking almost angry.  (Y/N)’s grip on his arm tightened  ever more. He was thankful for it. She grounded him. 
“I’m so sorry—”
Before Sejanus could finish his sentence, the trumpets announcing the reaping blared throughout the hall and all the students made their way to their seats. Coriolanus, as much as he didnt want to, slipped away from you letting you sit first before taking the seat to your right. Sejanus sat at  (Y/N) 's left, eyes full of pity. Clemensia sat next to him on his right. All turning their attention to Dr. Gaul. 
Her speech falls upon Coriolanus’ deaf ears. All his plans were ruined within seconds. No Plinth Prize means no University. No means to provide for his family. No Presidency. God forbid no  (Y/N). His thoughts eat at him. No Money. No Power. No Glory. His own fear of failure devours him. He felt  (Y/N)’s hand slide across his lap, the  movement breaking him from his thoughts. Looking down only momentarily to see it,hands interlocked she pulls his hand to her lap where she cradles it. Rubbing her thumb soothingly along the skin. He knows she can practically hear his thoughts. His grip tightens in hers. 
Dr. Gaul introduces Dean Highbottom, an old friend of his dad, inventor of the games. 
“I can’t believe they still allow him to speak in public,” Clemensia said to Coriolanus’ right. 
Dean was a known substance abuser and an all over terrible person in most everyone's eyes.What his dad saw in him as a friend Coriolanus would never understand. Though what could he say when one of his best friends was District afterall. 
“My own twenty-four top prospects. All waiting to hear the results of your hard studying in this prestigious institution, eager to know who’s won that Plinth prize, no doubt. And a golden future, with it.However… I’m here to tell you all that there’s been a change this year.”
(Y/N) squeezed Coriolanus’ hand back as he tensed. 
“One last assignment to prove your worth,” Highbottom announced, a grim look on his face. Coriolanus did his best not to shift in his chair.  “The esteemed citizens of the Capitol simply aren’t watching anymore. And if the games are to continue at all, there must be an audience, no?” Professor Highbottom smirked, Coriolanus watched him turn, looking over to him and his friends. 
“Head gamemaker Dr. Gaul has stepped in to… incentivize patriotic values with her own unique flair, starting with you. The Plinth prize will no longer be determined by who has the best grades.” 
Coriolanus sucked in a breath. Heart pounding. 
“Instead, it will be decided by who is the best mentor in the hunger games. As the reaping begins, I will allocate each one of the top twenty-four Capitol students a district tribute. A figure behind the scenes—one who must persuade them to perform for the cameras.”
He heard (Y/N) gasp. Archance let out a scoff. Sejanus’ face morphed into one of disgust. Visceral reactions from the crowd. 
“Your role is to turn these children into spectacles. Not survivors… victory in the games is only one of the considerations. Your entire future rests on this last project.” Highbottom continued. 
Corilanus zoned out again as Archane complained of her chances of getting an unworthy pick. He was fucked. This was God's sick way of tormenting him. He sat near frozen, eyes still staring up at the podium. 
“Oh, and I must warn you… anyone caught cheating to give their tributes an unfair advantage… Well, they’d just have no future at all.” Highbottom looked dead at him this time. He knew that his professor never favored him, but at this rate Coriolanus was starting to take it personally. The professor clapped once. 
“Here we go! Let the reaping ceremony begin.” Highbottom sat between Coriolanus and Clemensia’s feet on the bleachers. He started calling off the names after each victor was announced. (Y/N) was shaking slightly. She had started picking at the skin around her fingers, a nervous trait he had seen her do many times, normally he would take the time to stop her but at the rate he was about to join her in picking his own. 
“Sejanus Plinth, the male tribute from district two.” He saw his friend's eyes darken. (Y/N)’s shocked face turning to face their friend. “You got the pick of the litter.” Archane’s voice snickered. Behind the group. 
“You forget. I'm part of the litter.” Sejanus’ voice held anger. Coriolanus felt bad for him at that moment. He probably knew that boy. Coriolanus saw (Y/N)’s hand move to comfort Sejanus, soothingly rubbing his arm lightly. Sejanus reached up and held his hand over hers to stop her movement, Coriolanus could see it shaking as he rested it over hers. In that moment Coriolanus couldn't find it in himself to be jealous of interaction.
The reaping continued. Female from 3. Male from 3. Female from 4. Male from 4. And so on till the Female from 8, a tiny girl no older than 12, Wovey. 
“Female Tribute from Eight. (Y/N) Cearo.” He heard her gasp. Saw tears well in her eyes. Sejanus gasped. The two locking eyes across the girl. 
“She's no older than Wilby, Coryo…” Her whisper to him broke his heart. William meant the world to her and if she has already correlated Wovey with him she’s going to have a terrible time mentoring the sweet looking young girl. 
They sat in silence the rest of the reaping. His name is not yet being called. Sejanus shifting uncomfortably in his seat. (Y/N) picking at her fingers till they undoubtedly will bleed. 
Male from 10, Female from 10. Male from 11, Female from 11. Male from 12, Female from 12… 
Lucy Grey Baird. 
She was beautiful. Even Coriolanus could deny that. Her dress was covered in colors and her corset decorated in flowers. He had never seen an outfit quite like it before.
“And the runt girl from twelve goes to Coriolanus Snow.” Highbottom announced, even though him and everyone in the room already knew that from the fact he was the last unassigned mentor in the group. 
“What is that dress? Is she some sort of clown?” Coriolanus rolled his eyes at Archanes unnecessary comments. 
Suddenly on her way from the stage the girl stopped and seemed to have shoved something down another girls dress. The victims screams echoing through the speakers as she rolled in the ground. A snake slithering out from under her dress. 
The girl reached the stage and the mayor slapped her across the face. Coriolanus abruptly stood. Startling (Y/N) and their friends in the process. Then the signing started. First a small girl in the back. Then her… 
“She's singing? Is she out of her mind?” Archane scoffed again. 
“You really must learn when to shut up, Archane.” (Y/N)’s voice spat back at the girl. If Coriolanus wasn't so caught up in his tribute’s performance he would have snickered or at least kissed his girlfriend on the cheek for the snide comment but in this moment he was completely mesmerized by the girl on the screen. Her voice was beautiful, nothing like his Grandma’ams horrible morning renditions of the national anthem. Not like the soft and sweet voice of (Y/N) he would hear as she rocked William to sleep as a baby. No, it was something special. She was something special.  As Lucy Grey brought her signing to an end her scream rattled through the speakers of the program. 
“YOU CAN KISS MY ASS.” As she bowed with a smile all Coriolanus could think of is how beautiful she looked. She was his ticket to the prize, and she had the perfect potential. He just had to get his songbird to sing again.
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Old Habits Die Hard Part 6 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader
Summary: The slow burn threatens so make Sugar melt, and Bradley can't remember ever feeling this way before.
Warnings: Angst, swears, smut, fluff
Length: 4800 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (fuckboy college student Bradley)
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"Oh my God," you sighed when you woke up late on Saturday morning. As soon as you opened your eyes, you couldn't stop smiling. Being walked home by Bradley was like a dream you didn't want to wake up from. 
His lips had been all over yours, hips pressing you back against the wall outside your apartment door. When you asked him if he wanted to come inside, he groaned, "Of course I want to, Sugar. But can we just... not? Not tonight?" 
You nodded in response, and he looked so relieved, you didn't think he meant for you to feel bad about what he said. You thought maybe it was more about him than you. 
As you ran your fingertips along his scars, Bradley melted into your hand. "Tell me you'll come back over to the house tomorrow. We can hang out again."
You smiled at him. "Yeah, I'll come back tomorrow."
He nodded slightly, still leaning into your palm. "Text me. I'll walk over and get you. Shouldn't be walking by yourself."
And you were still thinking about what he said the next morning. He wasn't your boyfriend. He would probably never be your boyfriend. So maybe you shouldn't be encouraging him to walk you to and from his frat house all the time, but you had already promised him he could do it again. 
"You're an idiot," you told yourself as you climbed out of bed, still wearing his sweatshirt. "He's not a good idea. You should know better." But you were still smiling. 
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Bradley was antsy as soon as he woke up. He had too much energy. You'd gotten yourself under his skin somehow, and he felt like he needed to do something about it. He started pacing around his room. 
He'd been threatening to kiss you stupid, but you were the one who had managed to turn him into a brainless moron with your lips and your face and your body. 
"Dude," he groaned out loud. You had invited him in last night. He knew Janessa was staying with Tyson, so it would have been just the two of you at your apartment. It was an invitation for full steam ahead to getting laid, but he had said no. As if he had a shred of dignity left to protect. Like there was a thread of virtue left inside him. 
Why was it so important to him that you didn't think he was a complete fuckboy? He never cared what any of the other girls thought. He never stopped them from writing on his door. He had even once fucked a girl after she told him she just wanted to be able to get her name up there, like riding his dick one time was some sort of prize you could win. 
Just thinking about it made him uncomfortable now. He couldn't even remember that girl's name or what she looked like. But he remembered that she brought her own marker. 
He collapsed back onto his bed. He had to swallow around the lump in his throat. That was probably how Phoebe had become his safety net. She was there the night his face got busted up. She knew what happened and could have probably guessed why he got into a fight with Chase. She never gave him a hard time about any of it. And she never got mad when he went into a spiral where he started sleeping around more than usual.
And yet, Phoebe got away with not getting mad about the things he did, because she wasn't his girlfriend. Nobody cared about him enough to be that. 
Maybe things had started to improve when he started drinking less. The past six months had been better for him, in a lot of ways. He had been taking extra classes to get his GPA up as high as possible. He had actually been enjoying school. But he kept on going along with the easiest girls on campus, the ones who he knew wouldn't give his scars a second glance. The kinds of girls he'd always chosen. 
His mom would be disgusted, and he knew it. His dad probably never did this shit. He buried his face in his hands. You were supposed to text him later to let him know when to walk to your place and get you. He needed to tell you he couldn't see you anymore. He needed to stop being around you, starting today. Maybe he could get better, be better, but he'd have to try it with someone else. Because there was no way he could let himself ruin you, drag your reputation down to his level. Jeff had been right. You were too fucking good. 
And then he thought about how sweetly you talked to him last night. How well you had kissed him, and how he had pressed you down underneath his body. You trusted him. Trusted him with more than just his ability to get you off. 
Then he thought about you in his lap in the library study room. He wouldn't be able to tell you no if you said you wanted him. He was so weak. He had never let himself be interested in any other girl like this before. 
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You had finished all of your schoolwork, and it was only mid afternoon. You couldn't text Bradley yet; that would have been as mortifying as when you came apart in his lap. So you tried to take a nap, then you watched a movie. You wanted to text him while you were eating dinner, but then you frowned, because he had been the one initiating texts with you ever since you wrote your number on his pristine door. 
"What the hell?" you whispered. What could his problem be? What if he hooked up with someone else last night after he walked you home? You pushed your plate of food to the side, suddenly no longer hungry. 
You glared at your phone, not wanting to be the one to make the first move. And just then it lit up with a text from him, and you quickly snatched it up into your hands. 
Sugar, I miss you more than I should be allowed to. Tell me to stop. 
Your heart was pounding now. Stop? You didn't want him to stop. So maybe he hadn't been with anyone else last night. Maybe he'd just been thinking about you. 
You wrote back, You're allowed to miss me all you want, Beer Boy. Or you can walk over and get me. Then you wouldn't have to miss me at all. 
You waited for a response but got nothing. You got changed and finished putting on some makeup, and he still hadn't written back. Finally, when you were about to see where Janessa was, he replied.
I'm on my way. 
You bit your lip and almost screamed. You put your dishes in the sink and thought about taking a shot of the cheap tequila you and Janessa bought before you turned twenty one. You needed a distraction. But then there was a knock at your door, and you rushed to open it. 
Chocolate brown eyes, messy hair tucked under a backwards cap. Smirk that made you feel silly. 
"Sugar," he whispered, leaning against the door frame with both hands and examining your face. "Tell me I'm not allowed to miss you."
Fuck that. You reached for the front of his shirt, pulling him toward you, and he released the door frame. "What if I want you to?" you asked him softly. 
He groaned as he pulled you against him and kissed you. 
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He wanted you. He tried not to. He spent the entire day telling himself no. If you had told him no, he would have been gone immediately. But you were dressed all cute again, and your body was fitted perfectly against his. And you kept giving him a green light. 
"Bradley," you gasped when he ran his lips along your ear. "Feel like hanging out here instead of going to the party?" you asked softly. 
His cock throbbed for you. He hadn't let himself masturbate all day, and it had been a week since he got laid. You could have him right now if you wanted him. Right here next to your front door. But he was trying so hard to do what he should. Part of him still believed he came here to tell you he couldn't be around you anymore. The other part knew he was full of shit; he came here because he couldn't stay away. He was a fucking mess. 
"I signed us up for beer pong," he told you, his voice raspy as you ran your hand along his arm. 
You giggled, and he pulled you closer. "I suck at beer pong."
"I don't mind," he promised, taking your hand and leading you out. He listened to you talk as you walked. You asked him questions and wanted to hear what he thought about things, just like you had last night when he took you home. When you stopped at the crosswalk and kissed his scars, it felt nice. 
Tyson and Dev waved you both over to the game as soon as you got there. "You guys are up," Tyson said, handing you the ball. "Ladies first."
Bradley watched you get ready to start the game, smiling softly at him over your shoulder. And you weren't just bad at beer pong, you were terrible. But he didn't mind when you missed three shots in a row, because your little crop top was riding up higher every time you attempted a throw. 
When Bradley made his shot again, you groaned and glared at him. "Told you I sucked."
"How are you possibly this bad?" Bradley asked you, taking you by the hips from behind and moving you a foot further away from the edge of the table. "You're good at math! It's like a physics problem." He let his hands linger on your body for a beat as Tyson took his turn. 
You turned to look at him. "Huh. I never thought about it that way!" you said, and Bradley grinned, because he had made your eyes light up. 
"See, everyone underestimates how smart I actually am," he told you as he squared your hips and let his hands ghost up the soft skin along your sides, making you shiver. "Just get used to the way the ball feels when it leaves your hand, and let it arc down into the cups." Bradley removed his hands once you were in position, and when you took your shot, you managed to get the ball into a cup. 
"It's math, Beer Boy!" you told him with a smile. He could still see the fading hickey on your neck whenever you tossed your hair back from your shoulders. When he leaned in and placed his lips there, you moaned softly, and he felt weak. What the fuck was going on? If you were any other girl, he could have had you begging for him, fucked you in his room, and come back down to the party with a clear head. 
"Are you guys going to stop feeling each other up and play?" Tyson called from the other end of the table with a grin. 
"Sorry, man," Bradley replied, picking up the ping pong ball and tossing it effortlessly into a cup. "Math," he confirmed with a nod. 
The match was close, but Dev managed to edge the two of you out on the last cup. "I've never been that good before!" you told Bradley as he led you away from the table as the next opponents were called over. 
"You know the secret. Now you'll be unbeatable. Come on, let's get some of the good beers," he said with a smirk, dropping his hat onto your head. He had no idea where Jeff was, and he wanted to keep it that way. The kitchen was empty, and as soon as he had you in there away from the horribly loud music, you had your arms around him.
He took two beers out of the fridge and opened them before picking you up and setting you on the counter. "Warn a girl next time!" you screeched as he jumped up next to you.
"Sorry," he said with a laugh. Bradley couldn't get over you. "You look adorable in my hat."
He watched your cheeks flush pink. "I slept in your sweatshirt last night," you admitted with a smile, but you looked away from him. 
Fuck. "Lucky shirt," he muttered, and you turned to look at him, pressing your lips together. 
"What's wrong today? You seem... a little hesitant. And you didn't text me as much," you said softly, and Bradley's heart was in his throat. "Not that you need to text me or anything like that, of course," you said, fiddling with your beer before taking a big sip. "I was just, you know.... I like you."
"Sugar." Bradley took the beer from your hand and set it aside. You looked at him tentatively as he leaned toward you and brushed his lips softly against yours. Nobody had ever said that to him before. He'd never be able to stop now. "I like you, too."
You made a soft sound as he wrapped his hand gently around your neck and stroked his thumb along your jaw. 
"I'm sure you say that to every girl," you whispered, and his lips touched yours briefly again. 
"No, I never say that to any girls. That's the problem."
You laughed softly as his fingers drifted down your back and he gently kissed your neck. "That doesn't sound like a problem to me, Beer Boy."
"Oh, it is. It's a big problem."
"Then how do we solve it?" you asked as he pushed you back until you were lying along the kitchen counter, his hat rolling to the floor. 
Bradley watched you reach out to him, and he let you pull him on top of you. "You're smarter than me, Sugar. Might have to rely on you to figure it out. I can only think of ways to make it worse," he whispered, letting his fingers meet the soft skin between your jeans and your shirt.
You reached up and ran your hands through his hair. "Then make it worse," you told him. "Kiss me until I sound so stupid. Touch me until I sound so fucking dumb." 
"Jesus," he muttered as his lips crashed against yours, humming softly. You nibbled and licked until he dipped his tongue into your mouth to meet yours. Your fingers were a little rough against his scalp as he pulled your bottom lip between his teeth, and both of his hands were all the way up your shirt. 
All the little gasps and moans you made were making him dizzy. You were so sweet, but Bradley already knew you were a little dirty, too. "You're the best combination of everything," he told you, stroking your tits through your bra. 
"Oh, God," you moaned into his mouth when he kissed you again. You bucked your hips up against him, and he anchored your body against the counter as his fingertips found your nipple. He teased you there as his tongue found yours, and you whined his name so loudly he was practically seeing stars. 
When the door opened and the sounds of the party filtered into the kitchen, Bradley froze.
"Come on, guys! That's where I make my sandwiches!" Tyson yelled. "What the fuck!"
Instead of looking embarrassed this time, you just laughed as Bradley pulled his hands back out of your shirt and sat up.
"Uh... sorry," Bradley said vaguely in Tyson's direction. "Won't happen again."
"I doubt that," Tyson said, glaring at both of you as Bradley helped you down from the counter and picked up his hat.
Bradley laughed when you waved over your shoulder and said, "Bye, Ty!" as Bradley pulled you out of the room. 
"He has no right to complain, really. I'm the only one who cleans this fucking house," Bradley muttered. When he tried to lead you back into the living room, you tugged on his hands and he stopped. When he raised an eyebrow in your direction, you nodded toward the stairs.
"Let's go up," you said softly. "Your room is quiet. And I want to be alone with you."
Bradley let you lead him there.
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Bradley let you take control. You paused outside of his door, which still only had the note he had written to you and your phone number on it. "Just the way I like it," you told him before opening it and going inside. The soft glow of the Navy desk lamp warmed the room just like the previous times you had been in here. 
Bradley tossed his hat on his desk and ran his fingers along the ends of your hair. "Sugar." His voice was so soft, and his grin was just barely touching his lips. "I shouldn't have you. You're too sweet for me."
You shook your head slightly. "No, I'm not."
"Too sweet for anybody," he told you as his hands found the bare skin of your waist again, and you had to squeeze your thighs together. "I fucking want you so bad though. I don't know what to do."
You traced the long scar along his neck with your fingertips, and his eyes fluttered closed. "I want you too, Bradley." Gently, you kissed the spot where your fingers had been, and he pulled you against him. "I like you. All of you. You call me Sugar, but you're sweet to me."
He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing against your lips. "I'm different now," he whispered, and while you weren't sure exactly what he meant by that, you nodded your head. He was different than you thought he would be. 
Bradley dipped his head down and kissed you, his lips smiling against yours as he worked his hands higher on your waist. He pulled away a little bit and watched your face as he stroked along your curves with his thumbs. "That tickles a little bit," you told him, biting your lip to contain your giggles. But his hands inched a little higher.
"Want me to stop?" he asked, his thumbs finding your bra again just like in the kitchen. You'd worn your nicest underwear and a tight crop top that really had no place even being in your closet. He smiled, waiting for you to answer.
"Don't you dare," you told him, whining as his palms met your breasts, gently squeezing and kneading you through the lace fabric. You expected him to rip your shirt off, but he was taking his time. Somehow you knew this was not exactly the same guy who'd had the names all over his door. This guy was a better version. It felt like he was being better for you.
When your head tipped back, his lips found your neck, sucking and teasing you. Even though you tried to stop, you found yourself grinding your hips against him. He was already starting to get hard, and you knew you were already wet. One of his hands slid down to your butt, slowing your movement. 
"Don't rush this. I want to spend the whole night making my smart girl stupid," he told you, and your body shook. 
"Fuck," you said, nodding and agreeing with him as both of his hands went to the front of your jeans. He smirked as you steadied yourself with his shoulders.
"One word response. Starting to sound dumb already, baby," he said, teasing your lips with his as he dipped his fingers inside your open zipper. 
You could only moan in response as he slid both hands up your body and pulled your shirt over your head. He stared at you like you were beautiful, stroking his hands over all of your newly exposed skin. You expected him to want to fuck you quickly and then get back to the party, but things were never as they seemed with him.
Then his breath hitched as he ran his knuckles along your ribs on your right side, just below your bra. 
"You have a tattoo," he growled, immediately dipping his head down to kiss you there. "What does it mean?" he asked, running his tongue along your skin and making you cry out. 
"Oh! It's a math equation. Called Euler's Identity," you gasped as he nipped and bit you. "It contains the most important mathematical constants making it the only perfect formula in science," you managed to say with a shaky voice. Because now Bradley was on his knees in front of you, unhooking your bra and sliding it down your arms.
"It sure does look perfect," he told you. He kissed your tattoo again before looking up at your chest and your face. "Never seen anything better." He ran the tip of his nose along the underside of your breast, his fingers never leaving the ink on your flesh. His mouth was all over you, kissing and sucking, leaving your wet nipples exposed to the cool air. 
"I should have known you'd have a sexy math tattoo next to your tits," he said, scooping you up as he stood. "You're too fucking good to be true." 
You squealed in his arms as he walked across the room. "It's really more of a natural sciences tattoo, if you want to nitpick," you told him with a giggle, as he dropped you onto his bed and pulled his own shirt off. His body was gorgeous.
"Oh no..." he said, shaking his head at you as you scooted back to rest against his pillows, and he yanked your shoes off. "You're sounding too smart again. I must not be doing a very good job." 
You tried not to smile, but it was useless. "What are you going to do about it?" you asked, your voice shaking with need as he settled himself between your legs and stretched out over your body. 
"This." He pressed his lips to yours, tipping your chin up for better access to your mouth. Then he gently pinched your chin, easing your mouth open so his tongue could meet yours. He felt warm and slippery as he explored your mouth. When he licked your open lips, you whined, grinding your hips up again and clenching around nothing. 
"And this." He caressed your tattoo and palmed your breast with his big hand before letting his fingers trail down your body and dip into the elastic of your underwear. He slipped his fingers lower, moaning into your mouth as he eased one digit over your clit and through your wetness. 
You were going crazy now. Making unnatural little noises and pulling his hair with your hands. He knew he was making you stupid, and he was looking at you like he loved it.
But he didn't know that your orgasm in the library was the best sex of your life. He didn't know that you'd never been able to cum with any other guy before. He didn't know how much you liked him. 
"How does that feel, Sugar?" he asked, swirling his fingers along your clit just like you did to yourself when you were alone. 
"Good," you moaned, shaking your head against the pillow.
"What do you want?" He licked your breasts before pulling your nipple between his lips and teasing.
"More," you whined. "You."
He grinned. "Back to one word answers, I see."
He moved so gracefully, sliding your jeans and underwear off and settling between your legs. When he slid a finger along your slit and pressed his knuckle against your pussy, you almost couldn't stand how good it felt. "Bradley," you whined, as he kissed your hips and your belly. Then he slipped his finger into your pussy.
You watched him watching you, and he looked delighted every time your body involuntarily squirmed. He added a second finger, moving them just the right way to get you worked up. When his thumb brushed you again, your back arched off the bed. 
"Fuck," he muttered, working his fingers as he guided his body back over yours. "You're making me crazy," he groaned before kissing along your tattoo again. You wrapped your fingers around his wavy hair and watched his tongue glide across your chest. "Do you want me, Sugar?" he asked softly. "Can I have you?" 
"Yes."
When he gently removed his fingers from inside you and licked them clean, you moaned and squeezed your thighs together. He was immediately off the bed, and you gasped, missing his warmth and weight immediately. "Where are you going?" you whined, propping yourself up. 
"Need to get a condom," he replied, eyes on you as his hands shook opening a new box. "I'm coming back."
When he returned to the bed, you sat up and unbuttoned his jeans. He let you take your time guiding them down his hips and easing his boxers down as well. When you say how big and hard he was, your eyes darted up to his face. You licked your parted lips and he groaned so loudly you squeaked. 
"You're huge," you told him. He was going to hurt you. The other guys hadn't been this big.  
He must have heard the apprehension in your voice, because he told you, "We can stop," even as he was practically panting. 
You wrapped your fingers around him and gently squeezed his velvety warmth. "No. Just go slow?" you asked, running your fingers along his length. 
"Anything you want," he gasped.
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Bradley had never been this excited in his life. He wanted you, and you wanted him back. He'd tasted you. He knew how good your skin felt. Now he was about to fuck you. 
He was completely sober, and delighted that he would remember all of this. He had never seen anything as gorgeous as your body bathed in lamplight. 
You were whining his name as he rolled the condom on and got himself ready. He kissed your lips and cheeks, running his nose against yours until you were smiling. Then he whispered, "Sugar," against your lips as he pushed himself inside you.
Your lips were parted and your cheeks were flushed as you grasped his hair tightly with one hand and wrapped the fingers of your other hand in his sheets. He didn't dare move for a few seconds as you got used to the feel of him. You were so wet and tight and perfect, Bradley kind of wished he could just stay inside you like this. But then he started moving, and his own need was building. A few minutes of this and he could tell by the way you were responding to him that you were already close. He'd worked you up and now he wanted to be good for you. He needed to be so good for you so you would stay with him. 
So he worked his hips a little faster, filling you all the way and then easing himself out a few inches before filling you again. "Oh God," he grunted next to your ear. Your eyes were squeezed shut, your chest rising with each whimpering breath you took. "You're such a good girl," he told you, moving nice and steady. "Look at me."
Your eyes fluttered open, bright and trusting as he caressed your breasts with his right hand. Moaning louder now, you raised your hips to meet each of his thrusts. "You feel so good," you whispered, voice hitching on the last word. Bradley pressed his lips to yours, kissing you and inhaling all of your little gasps. He pushed his hand lower to tease you, and soon you were shaking beneath him, squeezing his cock with your tight little pussy until he was grunting. 
"Oh my God," you whined, shaking your head and pulling his hair as you came. Bradley pressed his lips to your tattoo and whispered your name as his last thrusts drove his own orgasm home. 
He was never going to stop touching you. Every inch of your skin that he kissed and caressed was like silk. As he pressed his lips all over your shoulder and collarbone, your grip on his hair started to loosen, and your breathing evened out.
When he started to move, you grabbed onto him, holding him against you. So he wrapped his arms around you and stayed inside you, afraid to speak and break the spell. 
Finally, you kissed his forehead and giggled softly. "I can't believe this was better than the library."
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Beer Boy and Sugar.... oh man, they are sweet together.
Big thanks to @mak-32 for helping me along the way. This one's for you, Mak.
PART 7
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On Her Knees - Billy Hargrove one-shot
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warnings: 18+ (minors dni), dark!billy, possessive behaviour, toxic relationship, mean dom!billy, humiliation, violence, religious corruption/general corruption kink, breeding kink, rough sex, restraints, spanking, just... smut okay. (Billy is not a good guy in this, just note this)
summary: Billy knew she would be his the moment he saw her.
a/n: so I decided to combine a majority of the dark!billy requests into one fic.
listen to: not afraid anymore by halsey & tear you apart by she wants revenge
The moment Billy Hargrove saw you in church, he knew he had to have you.
The way you were sitting in the pews, your hands clenched tightly together, your eyes shut as you silently prayed to whatever God you believed was out there. Those plump lips moving as you whispered your prayers, he couldn't help but wonder what those lips would look like wrapped around something else.
Suddenly he was glad that Neil had dragged him to Church that Sunday.
It was almost pitiful how easily you fell under his charm. You really were some country bumpkin, weren't you? The way you giggled when he twirled your hair between his fingers, leaning against your locker and smirking down at you. You blush at all his compliments and when he takes your textbooks from you to carry.
It was harder to get in your pants, though. That was actually somewhat annoying, he thought all his cool charm and shark-like smiles would make those panties drop instantly.
But you actually seemed to value your virginity.
But he persevered because no way in hell was some cockhead going to get there. It was his and no one else's.
You were his.
It happens in the back of his Camaro. Sure he should've probably booked a hotel, maybe lit some candles or some shit, but he doesn't really care. Not when he sees you nervously push your underwear down, your hands shaking slightly.
"S'all good, baby. I'll take care of you." He breathed in your ear, kissing your neck softly as you shuddered under his touch. It was far too easy to make you fall under his spell.
He puts you in the position he wants, one of your legs propped around his waist as you stare at him with wide eyes that clench shut when he roughly thrusts into you.
You were everything he envisioned; tight and warm, and you looked absolutely delectable as you mewled beneath him. Shifting those tiny little hips to try and adjust to his size as he thrusts into you, pushing your dress further up your waist so he can watch as he moves his cock inside you, groaning as you clench around him.
When you start whimpering beneath him, experimentally thrusting your hips up to meet his- well, that's the fucking show he was looking for. Seeing that gorgeous, innocent little face come apart doing something so sinful.
He drives you home, the trip silent as you awkwardly fiddle with your dress, regretting wearing white, ruined thanks to the small blood stain now on it. Glancing over at Billy as he pulls up outside your house.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" You ask in a small voice.
"Sure." Billy grunts in response. You barely had a chance to shut the passenger door before he sped down the street, leaving you standing on your driveway in the cold.
Billy has you right where he wants you now. You'd do anything for him- and you do.
He wants to fuck your mouth in the school bathroom? He does.
He wants to tie you up to your bed and spank you? He does.
Walking up behind you in the hallways while talking with your good-girl church friends, groping your chest, squeezing those perfect little tits. You gasp and push him away as your friends look at you with wide eyes.
Billy grabbing your chin between his fingers and forcing you to look at him.
"What did I say about not following the rules, Princess?" He asks.
Your eyes widen as you stumble over your words. "I get punished."
Billy chuckles darkly and nods his head. "Just wait til I get you alone, pretty girl."
He gets you alone after school. His dad and stepmother were out, and his kid sister was with her friends. Billy wastes no time as he bends you over the kitchen table. Flicking your adorable little skirt up around your waist and pulling on your panties.
Running a hand along the inside of them before pulling them and making sure they snap against your pussy. Him smirking as he watches you jump and squirm at the ministrations.
He makes you always leave your bedroom window open at night, and he always quickly climbs in. Admiring you as you sleep, how innocent and peaceful you look and how badly he wants to corrupt that.
You never question when you wake up in his strong arms.
He's possessive too, seeing red if he ever sees you talking to another guy.
Like the time he broke a boys nose, one you went to church with.
You'd only been discussing the hymns for the choir when Billy walked up, grabbing the boy by his shoulder and slammed his fist into his face. You gasping and stepping back, watching as the boy clutches his nose and the blood pouring from it as he walks away.
That's the first time you truly get mad about Billy.
"Just stay away! You ruin everything!" You shouted as you walked across the empty school parking lot, Billy chasing after you. Finally, grabbing your bicep and stopping you from moving any further.
"I thought he was hitting on you, baby. You know how mad I get when I see guys hitting on my girl." He charms, making his blue eyes look as sorry as possible, even though he really wasn't.
"Not every boy who speaks to me is hitting on me, Billy. Everyone knows I'm dating you."
"I can't help you're the most gorgeous thing around town." He pulls you into him, feeling you melt beneath his touch and staring up at him.
"Come on, baby. I'm sorry."
He feels you melt even further into his arms before nodding your head.
"Just no more hitting people, okay?"
Billy nods his head, placing a hand over his heart. "Swear on my mother."
Bully for you that his mother was a bitch, and he didn't mean a word of it.
He makes you ride him in the car's front seat in broad daylight in the parking lot. Watching as you gasp and groan above him. Smirking as he sees some of his basketball team mates walking past, wide-eyed as they see what's happening, Billy kissing you hungrily so you don't see them.
He loves going raw inside you, too. There is no better feeling than having no rubber between him and that tight pussy. You always stare at him hesitantly when he suggests before nodding your head. He knew you liked it too, how your mouth made that perfect slight O shape whenever he went in raw.
He's rougher and more unhinged when he isn't wearing a rubber. Pushing deep inside you with your legs on his shoulder as you whimper beneath him, feeling him hit your cervix as Billy groans.
"Gonna make you a mommy, aren't I?" He'll pant as you simply moan pathetically beneath him. "Can't wait to see you knocked up with my kid then everyone will know what a desperate slut you are."
He knew that talk turned you on, too, the way he'd feel you get wetter, thrusting your hips up to meet him as he finally finishes inside you, groaning as he fills you up. "You ready to be a mama, baby?" He'll hiss out as he remains inside you, ensuring you get every last drop before pulling out.
Everyone in town knows that you're his. As you walk down Oak Street, him leaning into your ear as he whispers all kinds of dirty things, and you shudder, looking at him with those doe eyes.
Or the time he fingers you in the back of the Church as the Priest talks away, watching as you clutch your Bible and fuck his fingers, coming apart and him subtly wiping his fingers on your dress.
He always admires you after he's fucked you too. Staring at your flushed face, that cross practically burning into your chest, an ugly reminder of all you had given up for him. How completely fucked out you look, barely able to form a coherent sentence.
He had completely and utterly corrupted you.
And he wasn't letting you go anywhere.
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And I Know It's Sad, But This Is What I Think About
I'll Write Your Name Chapter 4
Roy Kent x Latina!Popstar!Reader
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Warnings: Language, brief mentions of alcohol, spoilers for The Great Gatsby
Happy Valentine's Day everyone! Thank you as always to @agentstarkid for being the best and reading all my silly love stories💕
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After my third Richmond game, April and I found ourselves once again having dinner with the Greyhounds at Ola’s. This time, Roy Kent and I sat with some of the players, who I was pleased to watch flirt with April; my beautiful assistant and best friend deserved the attention of hot, rich athletes, I decided.
While flirting with professional soccer players seemed to come easy to April, it felt like Roy and I were still figuring out how to flirt with each other. We sat close enough that our shoulders were touching, I flashed him plenty of coy smiles, and he made a point to whisper in my ear every now and then- although it was usually something like “Can I fucking leave now?” But still, if we were going to convince people that this was real, we’d probably have to step things up soon.
I remembered something Keeley had texted me the day before- we needed another date, and soon.
“What’re you doing tomorrow?” I murmured, loud enough for only Kent to hear.
He grunted and shifted in his seat. “Why?” After I simply narrowed my eyes at him, he sighed. “Keeley texted you too, hmm?” He sighed, shoveling another bite into his mouth. “What were you thinking?”
I thought for a moment, trying to avoid something simple like dinner, where we’d have to talk to each other and act like two people who were interested in each other. “Want to go on a picnic? We could bring a couple of books. Wouldn’t have to say a word to each other.”
Roy blinked, clearly processing what I’d just said; I could practically hear gears whirring before he finally spoke. “Sounds fucking perfect.”
Satisfied that I’d done my part, I turned my attention back to my delicious meal; if I got nothing else out of this fake relationship, at least I’d be well-fed for the next few months.
“Hey there!” Keeley Jones plopped down on my other side, smiling broadly at me.
Suddenly very aware of the eyes of the team on me, the way they’d been the night I “met” Keeley the first time I visited Ola’s, I returned her smile with one of my own, going so far as to playfully bump her shoulder with mine.
“Thank you again for inviting us to sit with you and Rebecca,” I gushed, and I really meant it; if I was going to be hanging out at Nelson Road, it was nice to do so in a comfortable suite with champagne in my hand. “It was actually really fun.”
Keeley’s smile widened; it was warm and friendly and genuine, making it obvious why everyone seemed to adore her. “I’m so glad you enjoyed yourself! We’ll have to get you a Kent kit now, eh? I’ve got an old one you could have if you like.”
I swore Roy stiffened next to me. “That’s alright,” I assured her. “I think April was going to order one for me to wear to their next game.” I turned to Roy with a shrug. “Gotta look the part, right?”
Roy mumbled something about getting another beer and stood, pausing only to briefly touch my shoulder; I ignored how warm his touch was. Once he was gone, I turned my attention back to Keeley, whose eyes were following Roy with something that looked a lot like pity.
“How’re you two getting on?” she asked in a low voice, scooching closer.
The only response that felt right was a shrug. “It’s fine,” I murmured. “Definitely working on getting used to each other. Going from complete strangers to dating is… a unique way of getting to know someone.” She seemed to be waiting for me to continue, so I added, “We’re going on a picnic tomorrow. I told him we could bring a couple books, that way we don’t have to just stare at each other the whole time.”
The corner of Keeley’s mouth tugged upwards knowingly. “Now that is a perfect idea,” she said, eyes shifting back to Roy as he approached, beer in hand. “Absolutely perfect.”
~
“How’s here?”
Roy grunted in response and dropped the picnic basket to the ground. Ten minutes felt like far too long to look for the “perfect” picnic spot, but Keeley had been kind of specific; it needed to be a public enough spot that they would be seen, but secluded enough that it didn’t look like they were trying to be seen.
He was beginning to wish they’d just gone to the pub again; at least then he could have a pint.
Instead, he helped spread out the blanket they’d brought with them and opened up the picnic basket, the one Keeley had dropped off at his house early that morning and that his date- when the fuck would he have to start saying girlfriend?- had loaded with lunch and snacks. He couldn’t help but wonder what kind of food she’d packed. Probably something trendy and vegan-y. Was she a vegan? Roy didn’t fucking know. But she was young and trendy and pretty and-
“Here.” She shoved something wrapped in white paper into his hands. “Should we eat first?”
Roy gingerly unwrapped the bundle, immediately recognizing its contents. “Is this a fucking kebab?”
She shrugged, already chomping on a bite of her own kebab. “Yeah. That a problem?”
Ignoring the annoyance in her voice, Roy took a bite; fuck, he’d know that flavor anywhere. “Where’d you get this?”
“That kebab place you like.” Her tone was casual, as if it didn’t matter. “I asked Keeley what you like, she sent me the address.” After eating another bite, she shrugged. “The owner asked me to bring in a headshot next time, said he’d give me free kebabs for life.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Roy’s grip tightened on his kebab; he ate there at least once a week and still was never given so much as a discount. But she goes in once and gets kebabs for life? Fucking hell. Well, at least he’d get to take advantage for the next few months. Maybe he would benefit from this charade after all.
Still munching on her kebab, she reached into the bag she’d brought and pulled out a book, settling herself into a comfortable position before opening it. Roy took the hint and grabbed his own book out of the picnic basket, a murder mystery his sister had given him for his birthday. He glanced up over the top of his book to get a glimpse of what she was reading.
“The Great Gatsby?” he asked, raising his thick eyebrows.
She nodded, her gaze still on her book. “It’s my favorite,” she said simply. After a moment, her eyes flickered up to meet Roy’s. “I try to read it every year.”
Not sure why he was still talking, Roy sat up a little straighter. “Every year? I mean, yeah, it’s a fucking good book, but why would you read it every fucking year?”
“It’s… familiar.” She set the book down, now fully looking at Roy. “Everyone is desperate to be at Gatsby’s parties, to be surrounded by his wealth and glamor, to drink his booze and enjoy his hospitality.” She frowned, eyes flittering back to the book. “But then only a handful of people attend his funeral. Once the party is over, no one cares about him anymore.” She looked back at Roy. “That’s going to be me, isn’t it?”
Roy was speechless. Something about the softness in her eyes was so familiar, almost like looking in a mirror. That’s going to be me, isn’t it? How many times had Roy mumbled something just as cynical and broken? How many people- reporters, women, friends, even family- had stopped calling once he slowed down? How many more once he stepped off the field for the last time? In her eyes Roy could see the same dejection and fear of loneliness that had nestled itself inside Roy’s chest these last few years. It was something hard to explain, something one could only understand if they’d felt it deep in their souls. And it seemed to be something they both shared.
But instead of admitting to understanding how she felt and allowing her to glimpse behind his scowls and hard expressions, Roy simply shifted on the blanket and bit off his lunch. “Fucking hell. Are you always some fucking tortured poet, sunshine?”
Her face faltered for only a fraction of a second, but it was long enough for Roy to want to kick himself for ruining the moment. She quickly recovered, picking her book back up and burying herself back into Jay Gatsby’s empty affluence. “Read your fucking book, Kent,” she mumbled, flipping a page absently. “There’s a photographer in those bushes.”
Sure enough, when Roy glanced around out of the corner of his eye, he could just make out the familiar sight of a camera lens.
~
“So, how’s it going with Roy Kent?”
Lanie looked perky as we sat in her office. My guard was immediately up; a perky publicist was never a good sign, I’d learned. It usually meant they had something rotten to tell you.
Anticipating whatever it was, I slouched into my seat, ready to narrow my eyes or scowl at a moment’s notice. “It’s fine,” I mumbled. “Keeley Jones said our picnic date got a lot of positive attention, and she said the Greyhounds’ viewership has skyrocketed since I started attending matches. So, it looks like we’re doing our jobs pretty well. Is my press looking good?”
Lanie nodded, eyes on her phone. “Good, good,” she said absently, as if she wasn’t really listening.
“Lanie?” I called.
She looked back up at me. “Well, with the Roy Kent stuff, you’ve got plenty of attention, and it looks like people are excited to see you in a new relationship, especially with someone who looks like him.” She ignored the way I wrinkled my nose. “But, uh, this morning I got wind of something that might take a little attention away from you and Roy.” She handed me her phone with a grimace.
The photo was kind of blurry, but I knew the two figures immediately. Everett- my most recent ex- nuzzling close to Cameron, the woman who had once called herself my best friend until she found out that a boyfriend of hers hit on me. Even though I had clearly rebuffed him and told Cam right away, she very publicly ended our friendship and even more publicly accused me of trying to steal her man. And now, irony of ironies, there she was, attached to my ex-boyfriend like the leech Lanie had always warned me she was.
“Lovely,” I finally snorted, gingerly handing the phone back to Lanie. “Do we think it’s real or just for attention? I know Cam’s new show starts filming soon.”
Lanie rolled her eyes. “Please, they’re not clever enough to pull off something calculated. If anything, he’s trying to make you jealous and she’s trying to get revenge on you. Idiots.” She sighed and dropped her phone onto the coffee table. “But, of course, your name’s being dragged into it. The phrase ‘love triangle’ has been trending on Twitter all morning.”
“Gross.”
“Agreed.” Lanie rolled her neck, something she often did when she was stressed. “I’ve been on the phone with Keeley this morning, and we both agree it’s time to step things up with you and Roy. Go public, make things official. Attend an event together that’s not a Richmond dinner.”
How much further could I slouch before I ended up lying down on the couch? “What event did you guys have in mind?”
“Your annual fabulous karaoke party!”
Keeley Jones strutted into the office with Roy right behind her. She greeted Lanie and I each with friendly hugs and kisses on cheeks; Roy, on the other hand, opted for short nods to each of us. Lanie stood and motioned for Roy to take her seat beside me; we shuffled awkwardly to ensure our knees wouldn’t bump.
Once we were all settled, I turned to Keeley, who now stood next to Lanie. “My karaoke party?” I echoed, feeling my stomach churn.
The “party” was the main fundraiser I threw every year for my nonprofit back home; it was near and dear to my heart, incredibly personal, and my favorite night of the year.
And now I’d have to share it with Roy Kent.
Sensing my unease, Lanie smiled at me, one of her reassuring smiles, the kind she always had for me after a bad bit of press. “It’ll be great publicity,” she pointed out. “You’ll probably raise even more than you did last year. Can you imagine how many people will register for the livestream? Especially if he sings,” she added, pointing at Roy.
“Sing?” the manager practically spat. “I have to sing at this party?”
With a sigh that even I knew was overdramatic, I turned to look at him, taking in his scowl and furrowed brow. “It’s a karaoke party,” I explained slowly, remembering how condescending he’d been the very first time we’d spoken in front of the elevator at Keeley’s office. “People pay a pretty penny for a ticket, there’s a paid livestream of all the singing, and I always release a new song, with all the proceeds going to my nonprofit. It’s… kind of a big deal.”
When Roy frowned, I could practically see the gears turning in his head as he processed this new information. After a moment of silence, he opened his mouth. “You should invite some of the guys. They’d definitely fucking sing.”
Keeley bounced happily at Roy’s suggestion. “That would be perfect! And it would really show the two of you becoming part of each other’s worlds too.” She quickly tapped at her phone, somehow lighting up even brighter. “And it’s a bye week for them!” She shot me a wink. “Looks like the universe is really lining things up for us, hmm?”
All I could do was smile weakly, my mind spinning from learning about my ex-boyfriend and ex-friend becoming an item and finding out that I’d have to spend my favorite night of the year with a man who had barely glanced at me since that night we played darts together. I made up my mind to ask Lanie if my reputation really needed this much help or if she, as usual, was overreacting. Just as soon as Roy and Keeley left, I decided. Surely, with the numbers my upcoming tour sales was doing, along with the amount of people already signed up for the fundraiser’s livestream, and with all this social media attention, could dating a former soccer star turned grumpy coach really help that much?
“Oi, sunshine, your place or mine?”
Sunshine. Roy’s gruff use of the name he’d mumbled during our picnic had me snapping back to attention, out of my planned objections to my publicist. I stared at Roy blankly, trying to imagine what in the hell I’d missed that had him prompting what I thought he might be prompting- especially in front of his ex-girlfriend.
“She was zoning out,” Lanie quickly explained as she threw an M&M at me, her usual way of bringing me back to attention. “We want you two to have a sleepover,” she said loudly, as if she was repeating herself- which she probably was. “Something simple and domestic. Something you can post on your socials so continue this little soft launch. Something to help make things believable.”  
Roy nodded. “Keeley says just being seen in public isn’t enough to make it seem real. We’ve got to really sell this shit.” He scowled at me. “So, your place or mine?”
Okay, so that made a lot more sense than what I’d feared he was asking me. “My place,” I said, clearing my throat. “You can come over to my place.”
~
Roy let out a low growl as he pulled up to the front gate of the address on his phone. He quickly punched in the gate code she’d sent him, relieved he didn’t have to call her to let him in, and drove up the short driveway.
Her house wasn’t what he’d imagined; with the money he- and the rest of the world- knew she was worth, Roy’d figured she lived in a fucking castle or some modern monstrosity. Instead, he walked in the moonlight to the door of a sweet two-story house, blinking as he read the doormat that declared “There’s no place like home”. He heaved his duffel bag over his shoulder and sharply knocked on the door, sucking his breath between his teeth. Another step in this weird, weird fucking situation he found himself in.
When the door opened, Roy instinctively took a step back, forcing himself to look her in the eye. She nodded curtly to him, gesturing for him to enter the house. “Kent,” was her simple greeting.
He returned the curt reception with a grunt of his own and followed her inside and into her sitting room, marveling at how the house did not match his expectations. He’d figured it would be something like Keeley’s place, all bright and pink and stylish with fluffy pillows everywhere. But everything was simple and cozy, and there were a lot more photos than he expected. Her family, he assumed, as his eyes lingered on a photo of her with a couple of pre-teen kids. In one corner was a piano, one he figured she used a lot, and one wall was completely covered with a bookshelf, which housed a large and clearly well-used library. It reminded Roy a bit of his own place if he was being honest. Simple, homey, and probably a refuge from a life lived in the public eye.
Before he could ask about the framed drawing that was clearly done by a child around Pheobe’s age, something brushed against Roy’s leg. “What the fuck?” he bellowed, looking down to see a cat staring back up at him.
“That’s Sydney,” his host explained, picking up the animal. “Syd, say hi to Roy.” She kissed the top of the cat’s head. “Apparently we need to get used to him,” she stage-whispered into the cat’s fur.
Roy snorted as he focused his gaze on the cat. He could almost appreciate the sarcasm in her voice- almost. Instead, he gestured to his duffel bag. “Where can I set this down? Are you sticking me in the backyard, or do I have to sleep in my car?”
With something resembling a smirk on her lips, she set the cat down and once again beckoned for Roy to follow her. “I’ve got a guest room,” she assured him as she led him down the hall. She let Roy enter the room alone, choosing to linger in the hallway and watch him drop his bag to the floor. She cleared her throat as the cat- Sydney- caught up with them. “I ordered a pizza,” she mumbled, shifting her weight. “We could, I don’t fucking know, watch a movie or something until, well...”
Right. Fucking sleepover. “Yeah, sounds fine,” Roy muttered, staring at the cat. He’d probably spend most of his night looking at the animal, he realized. “I’m just gonna… throw on some fucking sweats. If that’s alright.”
She nodded, her cool demeanor reappearing. “Do your thing,” she said airily. “Let me know if you need anything.” After giving Roy a firm, businesslike nod, she was gone.
With a shake of his head, Roy quickly threw on some sweats and a t-shirt, trying not to put too much thought into what the evening ahead held. Was this really necessary? Did the other fake couples Keeley knew- which she assured him was quite a few- have to go to such lengths? Knowing Keeley, she was probably just trying to push Roy’s buttons, see how far she could take this shit before Roy snapped.
But again, he was trying to prove to her that he was willing to go above and beyond for her. Anything for Keeley, he reminded himself as he trudged back into the sitting room.
He plopped himself down on the couch, where Sydney the Cat was already perched and watching Roy with narrowed cat eyes. Jamie had once compared Roy to a cat during a team dinner, he remembered. Not very social, easy to annoy, but incredibly loyal and affectionate once they decided to let someone in. Keeley had found the comparison hilarious and proceeded to call Roy “Fluffy” for the rest of the night. He chuckled to himself at the memory; he should send Keeley a picture of Sydney and let her know he remembered the joke. He always remembered Keeley’s jokes.
As he reached for his mobile, a voice came from the direction of what he assumed was the kitchen. “You eat pepperoni, right? I forgot to ask.”
The most glamorous popstar in the world strolled back into the sitting room holding a cardboard box in her hands with two bottles of beer balanced on top. Instead of her usual dresses or fashionable outfits Roy and the rest of the world was used to seeing her in, she wore a particularly tiny pair of sleep shorts and a Greyhounds sweatshirt- the one Roy had seen her wear to their matches lately.
Roy wasn’t blind. He knew she was a stunning woman, whether she was on an album cover or, apparently, in her pyjamas. And if he’d bothered to give the matter even two seconds of thought, he would’ve noted that he rather liked her figure, especially when she looked so comfortable and domestic. But Roy couldn’t think about that. Not when he heard Keeley’s name come out of her mouth.
“Keeley said to make sure we both post on our socials,” she was saying, either missing or ignoring the way Roy’s eyes lingered for a moment too long on her bare legs. “Why I couldn’t just send you something to post is beyond me.” She set the pizza down on the coffee table and plopped onto the couch, a respectable distance from Roy’s spot. “Like, is you coming over really, truly necessary?”
Roy snorted and made himself busy with a beer. “I was thinking the same thing,” he admitted. “But Keeley’s always got a method to her fucking madness. You learn to just fucking go with it.” Deciding he needed to look at something that wasn’t the way she was stretching out comfortably on her couch, Roy stood abruptly and meandered over to her bookshelf. “You read a lot?” he said, scanning her collection more closely now.
“When I can,” came her breezy answer. “I’d love to say I’ve read everything on that shelf, but that’s mostly a collection of books I want to read.”
“Maybe we can do more reading dates.” Roy didn’t know what the fuck made him say that; it just slipped out as he stared at a particularly worn copy of The Bell Jar. When he glanced over his shoulder, he was surprised to see a smile on her face.
She shrugged and sipped her own beer. “Sure, Kent. Sounds good.”
Ignoring whatever feeling was forming in his chest, Roy returned to the shelf, recognizing some names and finding himself curious about others. Finally, he spotted a stack of games on the bottom shelf. He noted that there were about four versions of the same game. “You like Scrabble?” he blurted out, desperate to put distance between himself and his picnic suggestion.
“Love it,” she laughed. “When my parents came to the States from Mexico, they were each pretty young and worked really hard to learn English. They wanted to make sure all of their kids were fluent in English, so in our house we were always reading and playing games like Scrabble.” Her smile became a smirk. “My youngest brother refuses to play with me anymore because I kind of win a lot.”
The competitive streak that made Roy a football legend started to bubble up in his chest. “That so?” He picked up one of the boxes and brought it over to the coffee table. “Let’s see, then.”
~
“You can’t put that word!” I cackled, throwing my head back when I saw the word Roy was putting on the board.
Roy smirked and put the ‘C’ down with finality. “I absolutely fucking can. And I did so…” He shrugged. “Gimme my points, sunshine.”
After updating Roy’s score, I snapped a photo of the board. “That’s going on Instagram,” I warned him with a smirk. I quickly shared the picture and put my phone down, trusting that Lanie would text me later about the post blowing up.
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We finished one game, then another, and started a third. We didn’t talk much, but it didn’t feel as awkward as those first few dinners with the Greyhounds. Sydney laid close to Roy, clearly already used to him, and I couldn’t deny the warm feeling in my chest when I saw him absently stroke her fur between turns. Maybe we’ll be friends, I thought fondly as I put down the tiles for my latest turn. Real, actual friends.
“Calamitous?” Roy read, wrinkling his nose. “What the fuck is calamitous? Is that even a word?”
I smirked and sipped my beer. “It absolutely is!” I stood and strolled over to my bookshelf, returning with the Scrabble dictionary my sister had given me a couple years ago. “Look it up.”
After shooting me a suspicious look, Roy flipped through the book; his scowl told me he had indeed found calamitous.
“It’s a good word,” I said as I sat back down. “One of my favorites. I’ve just been waiting for the right time to put it in a song.”
His gaze turned thoughtful as he stared at his letter tiles. “You written anything lately?” Before I could answer, he opened his mouth again. “You said something about a song for your fundraiser thing. It’s a new one, right?”
I nodded, squirming a bit as I thought about the song, one I’d been pouring a lot of myself into. “Yeah. I always release a new song after the party.” My eyes fell so Sydney, curled up close to Roy. “Want to hear a bit?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
His almost silly answer was enough to get me to my feet and retrieving my guitar from the extra room I often worked in. When I came back, Roy sat up straight, his gaze trained on my guitar as I settled on the couch.
“It’s called ‘Nothing New’,” I explained as I began to strum my guitar. “Here’s the chorus.”
Lord, what will become of me
Once I've lost my novelty?
I've had too much to drink tonight
And I know it's sad, but this is what I think about
And I wake up in the middle of the night
It's like I can feel time moving
How can a person know everything at 18 but nothing at 22?
And will you still want me when I'm nothing new?
When I finally looked at Roy, his mouth was agape, and he was blinking rapidly.
“Fucking hell,” he whispered. “That’s good. That’s really fucking good.” He shook his head. “Reminds me of that shit you said the other day, about Gatsby and funerals and all that.” He sighed, a heavy, sad sound, and his voice was almost impossible to hear. “Fucking reminds me of me.”
I didn’t know what to say to that; I vaguely knew the story of Roy’s injury, the one that ended his career, and Dani had said something about it taking a while for Roy to find his way back to Richmond after his retirement. But I didn’t think Roy was the kind of person who liked to talk about anything, let alone what was probably the worst time in his life. So instead, I watched him stare stonily at my silent guitar, not saying a word when he stood abruptly, something I was quickly getting used to seeing.
“I should fucking sleep,” he mumbled, taking care to grab a couple of empty bottles. “Gotta be out of here early for training. Thanks for the pizza. And the beer.” He nodded to my guitar. “And the song.” After nudging Sydney gently with his foot, Roy turned on his heel and disappeared into the kitchen; I didn’t move from my spot until I heard the guest room door shut with finality.
~
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Roy sighed as he sat down in front of the assembled reporters, all waiting to pounce on him after a hard-earned Greyhound victory. As always, Keeley stood in the back of the room, an encouraging smile on her face, the kind of smile that always gave Roy the strength to tackle what was probably his least favorite part of the job.
He answered several questions about the match- probably one of their best of the season, if he was being honest with himself- before the topic he was dreading finally reared its head.
“Coach Kent,” some wanker from a publication Roy couldn’t be bothered to remember called out, “care to say anything about the rumors concerning your latest fling?”
Instinctively, Roy bared his teeth and squared his shoulders before leaning forward, ready to growl out, “No.” However, a raised eyebrow from Keeley had him taking a deep breath; she’d trained him for this, he reminded himself. He knew what he was supposed to say. “We’re just… spending time together,” he said, trying to keep his voice light. “It’s been… nice, getting to know each other.” When he looked at Keeley, she was giving him a big thumbs up; it was enough to have him continue. “She’s different than I expected,” he added, nodding more to himself than anyone else.
“How’d you two meet?”
He coughed into his hand; he knew how to answer this, too. “She’s good friends with Dani Rojas,” he explained, wondering if it sounded as rehearsed as it felt. “So, she came to a match and then came out with the team afterwards. We danced a little, and then she gave me her phone number.” Again, Keeley smiled encouragingly. “It’s been kind of fucking cool, having her at our matches. She’s really embraced the Richmond way.” That last bit was something Keeley had come up with; normally, Roy would think it sounded incredibly lame and positively cheesy. But, since Keeley was the mastermind, he didn’t complain one bit.
Another reporter spoke up. “Will you be at her upcoming fundraiser? The karaoke party is legendary.”
“Yeah, I’ll be there,” Roy answered with what he hoped was a good-natured smirk. “Get enough drinks in me, I might even fucking sing.” For a brief moment, the chuckles that filled the room reminded Roy of how this room sounded when Ted was there; he hadn’t realized he actually missed that sound.
“Have you heard her new song?” The voice was hopeful, as if Roy was about to give everyone a big scoop, let the sports reporters have something the gossip columnists would kill for.
For the first time since the press conference began, Roy’s smile was real. “I’ve heard a little,” he admitted. “And I won’t tell you a fucking thing, except that it’s fucking brilliant.”
Roy maneuvered around a few more questions- Would she be attending more Richmond matches?  (“Hopefully.”) Would Roy be going to any of the shows during her upcoming tour. (“We’ll see.”) Who won their Scrabble tournament? (“No fucking comment.”)- before he was finally set free. He and Keeley reconvened in his office, making sure no one else was around before assessing how Roy’s first official acknowledgement of the “relationship” had gone.
“You did a great job,” Keeley assured him from her perch on the edge of his desk, a spot she’d taken countless times. “Might be the most charming I’ve ever seen you at a presser, Roy. Looks like she’s really rubbing off on you.” Her wink had Roy’s insides squirming. “Did you really hear the song already?”
“Yeah,” Roy mumbled, slouching in his seat. “She played some for me the other night, during our sleepover.” He surprised even himself by not rolling his eyes at the word sleepover. “It’s fucking sad,” he continued, completely unprompted. “But really beautiful. Nothing like the fluffy stuff you hear on the radio.”
Keeley gently tossed a stray paperclip at Roy. “Oi, I like her fluffy stuff! And so does Phoebe, I might add.” Her smile widened. “Your niece wants to know when you’re introducing her to your girlfriend, by the way. It’s all she talked about at our last Pheebs and Keels Day.”
Roy shook his head. “Oh no,” he scoffed, folding his arms. “Not fucking happening. Last thing I need is for her to get attached. Look what happened with-”
Fuck.
The smile disappeared from Keeley’s face. “Right,” she said quietly, looking down at her hands. “Yeah, might not be the best idea, eh?” After a moment, she perked up again, reigniting the energy in the room. “Have you two kissed yet?”
“What the fuck Keeley?” Roy hissed, looking around the obviously empty office; she’d sure recovered quickly from the awkward moment he’d caused.
She shrugged, clearly unfazed. “You’re officially together and are starting to go out in public as a couple. It’ll look funny if you don’t start being affectionate soon. I figured maybe you two’d gotten it out of the way already, so your first kiss isn’t in front of the cameras."
Shit. Roy hadn’t even started to think about how they’d act now that things were “official”. Had she?
“Don’t fucking worry about it,” Roy mumbled, wondering why he was blushing so furiously. “I’m a forty-year-old man, Keeley. I know how to kiss a woman.”
“Yeah, but she’s not just any woman,” Keeley pointed out as she stood. “Just something to think about.” She paused, studying Roy’s face carefully. “You really did do a good job in there, Roy. I almost believed you for a second, smiling and blushing as you gushed about that gorgeous girl.” Her smile returned, completely full of mischief. “Anything you want to share?”
Roy narrowed his eyes at his ex and threw the paper clip she’d tossed at him earlier. “Fuck off, Keeley,” was all he managed before the giggling blonde strutted out of the office. He looked down at his phone to check where the guys would be going after the match; after all, he was expected to be there with-
“Hey there!”
Roy looked up at the sound of Keeley’s cheery voice. His “girlfriend” came into view, smiling tightly at Keeley as they squeezed by each other through the doorway. The popstar saluted as she entered the office.
“Hey, Kent,” she hummed, pausing by the door and leaning against the frame. “I was thinking, want to ride to the restaurant together?”
He heard what she said. He knew he had. But the only thing he could focus on was her mouth, the same mouth that had left lipstick marks on his cheek and had formed a smile when she won two Scrabble games in a row. The same mouth he’d have to kiss soon. He’d kissed plenty of women; hell, he’d more than kissed plenty of women. And those were kisses he’d actually meant.
So why the fuck did his palms feel sweaty at the thought of fake-kissing this woman?
“Kent? Kent?”
Oh fucking hell, she’d caught him staring.
Roy cleared his throat and stood up, pocketing his mobile. “Alright, yeah. Let’s go.”
She narrowed her eyes at him as they walked out of the office. “You alright?”
“Yeah. I’m fucking fine.” Roy’s hand balled into a fist at his side as he fought the urge to clear his throat again.
“Okay then.” They walked silently down the hall, looking nothing at all like a couple in love. Finally, she bumped him with her shoulder. “Saw your press conference,” she said, her voice light and teasing.
Roy nodded, wondering if his face looked as warm as it felt. “What’d you think?”
When he glanced at her, she was staring straight ahead- and smiling. “You told them you liked the song.” Her voice could only be described as pleased.
“Well, yeah,” Roy mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s the truth. It’s… it’s really fucking good. I can’t wait to hear the rest.”
She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it again. Finally, she looked at him, her face serious now. “Hey, there’s some reporters hanging around outside. D’you think we should hold hands or something?”
Roy’s eyes flickered down to her outstretched hand before returning to her face; she gazed at him with raised eyebrows, waiting for his answer.
“Probably a good idea,” he murmured. With that, he took her hand in his, giving it a small squeeze as they walked out of the Dog Track.
He kept her hand in his as they walked through the parking lot; while his eyes stayed trained on his giant black car, she smiled sweetly at the couple of reporters who called their names and even offered a small wave in their direction. Roy held her door open and helped her climb inside, closing the door once she was settled. Once he was in the driver’s seat, he resisted the urge to grab her hand; old habit from dating Keeley, he told himself.
Still, he couldn’t help but wonder why his hand felt so cold without her fingers intertwined with his.
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