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coldfanbou · 5 months

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Widow's Peak

Here comes hungry, hungry Sana. This is the end of the three-part series. It was fun to write, though there is no closure on the finding the contract end.

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Sana x Mreader

You wake up moaning. Your eyes slowly open to see Sana riding you. She’s squatting over you, bouncing on your cock. “You’re finally awake, Honey,” Sana says between moans. You open and close your eyes a few times, and Sana finally comes into full focus. Cum is staining her body, running down her cheeks and splattered over her tits and stomach. “I couldn’t wait for you to wake up, so I helped myself to a nice warm meal. Maybe more than one; I hope you’re not mad.” She says before slamming herself down on you. You cum at that moment, shooting your cum into her cunt. Sana throws her head back and whines as she reaches her climax. A sickly sweet smile forms on Sana as she feels your warm cum fill her. You’re pumping enough cum into her that it begins to overflow and spill before you’ve even pulled out. Sana reaches down, her fingers gingerly collecting some of your cum before bringing it to her lips. The tip of her tongue pokes out and takes a tiny lick. Sana moans softly as she pushes two fingers into her mouth, where she sucks them clean. “It’s so good.” She says to herself. Sana slowly rises off you and places herself beside you. She reaches down and begins to stroke your softening cock. “You came so much, Honey. I feel so warm.” Sana struggles to keep her eyes open; she continues to stroke your cock until she eventually falls asleep. Even then, though, her hand remains tightly wrapped around you.

You feel absolutely drained of your energy. It takes you more effort than you’d like to admit to remove Sana’s hand from your body. You leave the room and wander around the house, looking for someplace the key you found would fit. Knowing your father, it could be anywhere; for crying out loud, he had mechanisms in his bookcase. You head back to his office, thinking about what the key could lead to. You consider the possibility that the book is a hint and press the button to launch it out of the case. You grab the book and look through it quickly, discovering nothing and thinking you wasted time. It was just some book about monsters. You’re growing frustrated that you can't do anything. You want to start throwing things around, but you know it would wake Sana. You take a few deep breaths, look around one more time, and still come up with nothing. “Come on, old man. Couldn’t you have left something to tell me what this key went to?” You look through your father’s desk, utterly lost at this point. There was nothing there that needed a key. You consider that it could be for something in the house, and it was just kept in your father's office and step head for the door.

Opening the door to the room, you’re surprised to see Sana standing outside. “What are you doing, Honey?” She asks, tilting her head to the side. “I woke up, and you weren’t there.” She says, her hand reaching for your cock.

You push her hand away. “I’m feeling pretty tired, Sana. I don’t want to have sex right now.” Sana kneels before you and manages to grab your cock despite your protest. It’s still soft as she holds it and remains so until she plants a kiss on the tip. You immediately become hard after she does that.

“It looks like someone does, though,” Sana replies now that she’s made you hard. Sana drags her tongue along the underside of your shaft, flicking the head with her tongue as she reaches the end. You can’t help but groan; you could feel Sana’s warm breath hit your cock as she licked it again. Sana gathers her saliva and spits it onto your cock; she slides her hand along your shaft, making sure it’s completely covered. She inches closer and presses your cock against her chest. Your cock still in her hand, Sana brings the tip of your cock against her hard nipple. Your breathing quickens, and you moan as Sana circles her nipple with the tip. Sana gives you a hungry look as she places your cock between her breasts. She presses them together and moves them along your shaft. Sana’s chest begins to shine from the saliva coming off you.

Despite wanting to stop her, your body moves on its own. You push Sana’s head down, forcing her eyes away from you. Now facing your cock she runs her tongue along the head; she savors the taste of your precum as it begins to leak out. You buck your hips, forcing your cock past her lips. You hear Sana giggle before she happily takes you inside. Sana’s tongue slowly swirls around the tip as she keeps her tits pressed against the sides of your shaft. You can see how tightly she has her lips wrapped around you. You begin to push further in, leaving her breasts. Sana takes you down her throat with ease; her tongue rubs against the underside of your cock before leaving her mouth. Sana’s tongue was like a snakes. Placing one hand on Sana’s head, you begin to thrust. Each thrust deposits more saliva onto her pretty face, and soon enough, it’s dripping down onto her chest. You feel a tightening in your balls and know you’re close. Sana knows it, too. She can feel your cock throbbing in her throat; the thought of getting more of your cum excites her. The young woman moves her hand to her clit. Rubbing it vigorously as she works for your cum.

You place both hands on Sana’s head as you bury your cock down her throat. Sana is giddy as she feels your cum being poured down her throat. Her fingers move faster, and she rocks her hips, hoping to cum. She gets close but not close enough as your cum runs out before she can climax. You pull out of Sana slowly, saliva dripping from your cock onto the floor. Sana’s expression is one of pure bliss, a lazy smile on her face as her mouth hangs open. You just came, but your body still wanted more, much more. You push Sana onto the floor and spread her legs. She doesn’t get a chance to say anything as you ram your cock inside her. You gave Sana the push she needed, and going over the edge, she cries out. Her body twitches as she cums, and her walls try to milk you. “More,” Sana moans as she wraps her legs around you. You can feel her push you in deeper with her feet.

You continue to thrust into Sana’s warm pussy. It almost felt like it was sucking you in. You were both sensitive as you continued. Each thrust gave you and Sana untold amounts of pleasure. Sana’s moans could fill the entire house as she cried out for more. The only time things were somewhat quiet was when she grabbed your head and pulled you into a kiss. Your tongue explored her mouth and vice versa as you pounded away at Sana’s cunt. The cum you had planted inside her earlier provided you with some lubrication, allowing you to move like a piston. You could see Sana’s tits jiggle with each thrust. “Give me more. More,” Sana moaned before kissing you again. You both knew what she meant. Your cock was throbbing like there was no tomorrow. You impale Sana with your last thrust and fill her pussy again. She came along with you, her walls squeezing down on your cock. It felt like Sana was tighter than before. Sana’s moans slowly grow quieter as she gets what she wants.

Your breathing is heavy, and you feel far more tired than ever. Your body moves on its own, though. You unwrap Sana’s legs and lift them along with your body until she’s in a mating press. “You’re going to give me more of your delicious cum, Honey?” Sana asks, even though she already knows the answer. You can’t even get a word out as you begin thrusting. Sana laughs as she feels you stir her inside with your cock. Her hands remain at your sides, her fingertips moving along your ribs as she eggs you on. Your thrusts cause your cum to come spilling out of Sana; some of it runs down her stomach and pools just under her tits. Sana begins to scoop some up and eats it in front of you as you thrust. Sana closes her eyes and revels in what’s happening. As you’re pounding away at her body, she’s tasting all the cum she could ever want. Her moans are muffled but still streaming through the house. You’re growing more and more tired with every thrust, but your body refuses to stop. You feel another orgasm coming and prepare to fill Sana again. She stops feeding on your cum and pulls you into a kiss. “Five me everything you have, Honey. I want it all.” She moans. You’re barely able to stay on top of Sana as you pierce her womb and flood it with your load. Sana has a euphoric smile on her face as she feels herself become full of cum. She had everything she needed at that moment. She was draining you of everything as a seemingly endless amount of your seed poured into her. Your energy runs out, and you collapse on top of Sana, having given her everything.

Sana is a complete mess at this point; her body is dirtier than in the morning. Her hair was ruffled and intertwined, while her body was covered in sweat and cum. Sana moves you off her as she stays lying on the floor. Your cum begins to leak out of her abused hole, making her frown. A pool starts to form around her cunt. Sana doesn’t worry about it; she has had enough for some time. She feeds herself with what you left on her body. Once Sana grows tired of lying on the floor, she stands and looks at your body. “I wish we could have spent a little more time together, Honey, but no one ever lasts that long.”

Sana takes a shower before finally returning to the rooms you shared with her. She put on a white dress, making sure she looked pure. The woman ended up finding the key and pocketing it. She heads to your father's office and presses the button on his desk, launching the book from its case. She opened it, passing through the pages until she reached the one on the succubus. Sana smiled to herself and read through the page before closing the book and preparing to leave the house. But only after making sure no one would find out what happened.

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fairysluna · 3 months

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I have a request 🙄🤭 threesome cregan Jace and reader no plot just smut maybe? Either modern or not

MASTERLIST

Hope you like this story made especially for you!! please enjoy it and thank you for sending this request🤍 This is the first threesome I've ever written, so this is complete new territory for me, I hope I did good tho.💀

Reblogs, comments and feedback are highly appreciated!

PAIRING — Cregan Stark x Fem!Reader x Jacaerys Velaryon.

TAGS — canon!time, targcest (brother/sister), porn w/o plot, smut (threesome, F/M/M, oral sex - both receiving, face fucking, p in v, slight degrading, breeding, praising, spit, pussy slapping, belly buldge, overstimulation, aftercare), cursing, a tiny bit of cregan x jace, cregan and reader are betrothed, dom!cregan/switch!jace/sub!reader. If something is missing let me know!!

WORD COUNT — 2k.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤenglish is not my first language.

Cregan loved to hear how overstimulated you were. His hands were gripping your thighs - keeping your legs spreaded. He saw how Jacaerys was eagerly lapping at your throbbing clit, moaning and whimpering against your flesh. You were crying already, tears of raw pleasure streaming down your face as your entire body trembled between his arms. You were barely able to hold it together anymore, laying against Cregan's chest - eyelids closing by themselves.

Jacaerys, your sweet brother, had no intention to stop. His tongue doing wonders as he dived it inside of you - his nose rubbing against your clit. His face was red and sweaty, covered in your slick after stealing three orgasm from you - yet it seemed he hadn't had enough. Your hips would twitch, trying to squirm away from his hungry mouth without success.

“Please, stop! It's- it's too much… I can't!” you mumbled, digging your nails in Cregan's arm. “Jace- Jace, please…”

The youngest man looked up from his position, his tongue still attached to your folds, slowly circling around your swollen pearl while his deep, brown eyes stared at you through a layer of lust. He searched for Cregan's approval, and he denied it.

“Don't listen to her,” he huskily said. His hot breath against your neck caused shivers down your spine. “She's a tough girl, right? I bet she can handle another one.”

“M-my lord… please…”

“What kind of host would I be if I don't make sure my guests are satisfied?” A deep laugh followed his words, a simple sound that almost pushed you over the edge. “Your dear brother hasn't finished his meal yet, be a good princess and keep your legs open for him, okay? He’ll know when it's enough.”

Jacaerys followed Lord Stark's words, indulging further in your taste until you were nothing but a mess between their arms. He would use his fingers to tease your entrance, pushing them in and then pulling them out to lick you off. He repeated this action multiple times, until you were cumming on his face once again and coating his long fingers with your slick. He hummed, delighted to drink from you, enjoying the sweetness of your release and devouring every single drop that came out of you.

Once he finally decided to pull away, you sighed - relieved that he had finally stopped and gave you time to rest. Cregan cooed against your ear, praising you with soft words as his thumbs wiped the tears that had fallen down your warm cheeks.

“Such a good job,” he murmured. “Taking everything we give you, huh?.”

“I'll never get tired of her taste,” Jacaerys added- almost in a whine, caressing your thighs. “So sweet, and so addictive.”

“Oh. Do you hear how greatly your brother speaks of you? He's so sweet, so nice to you- to us…” he added, looking at the Prince who was kneeling in bed in front of the both of you. “I think you should reward him for what he has done to you.”

Jacaerys whimpered, thrilled with the idea.

“Look at him, princess,” Cregan added, stretching his arm and holding Jace's cheek. His thumb brushed against his plump lips. “Our poor Prince has his lips sore after eating your sweet little cunt for too long ”

You observed in awe how your brother parted his lips to receive Cregan's thumb inside his mouth - his tongue twirling around his digit as his brown eyes glint with lust. A moan escaped from you, feeling the arousal pooling on your soaked flesh. The neediness inside your body only increased once you saw your lordship bringing his thumb to his own mouth, and tasting the mixture of your juices and Jace's drool. Your mouth parted, bewitched by the scene.

“Mhm…” he groaned in approval, “it still tastes like you.” He let out a throaty chuckle. “I suppose now it's time for you to give your dear brother a reward for what he did to you. He deserves it after being such a good boy, isn't that right?”

“Yes,” you breathed out, agreeing with him.

“What if… you suck his cock while I fuck you with mine? Doesn't that sound good?” Cregan proposed with a smile.

“Please,” your brother replied before you did.

Cregan looked at you for your consent and you effusively nodded - a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

You sighed tiredly once you felt his arms wrapping around your body and moving you around as if you were his doll. He did it so effortlessly, positioning you on your back with your head almost hanging from the edge of the bed and with a pillow below your hips. You noticed how he signed to your brother and he immediately moved until he was standing in front of your face - his leaking tip just mere inches away from your drooling mouth.

“Spread your legs for me,” Cregan commanded, and you immediately obeyed. Your exposed flesh was burning red, drenching with all the stimulation it had before, glistening under the dim lights of the candles and the fireplace. “So pretty…” he murmured, using his thumb to play with your clit, slowly drawing circles on it - you mewled. “I understand why your brother is so obsessed with you, my princess. You have the prettiest cunt in the whole fucking realm.”

He pulled away, enough to stand up from the bed and get rid of his pants. Seconds later, his hardness stood proudly as he crawled back at you, bouncing with every movement he made until he was towering your smaller frame. Cregan gathered his drool on his mouth to then let it fall right on top of your folds - he spreaded it with the head of his cock and, before you knew it, he was slowly stretching your tightness. Your walls would clamp around him, involuntarily trying to push him out as he struggled to sink deeper into you.

“Seven hells,” he grunted, “you're still struggling to take me, huh? Guess I'll have to fuck you more often then.”

As you felt the air leaving your legs with each thrust, you saw Jacaerys grabbing his cock and giving a few strokes at it. With his tip, he tapped on your swollen lips and you opened wide to receive him too. “There you go…” you heard him saying, before he let you wrap your mouth against him. “Mhm… so good,” he praised you.

The whine that escaped you once Cregan was fully sheathed on you was muffled due to your stuffed mouth. Both men moaned at the same time, looking at your body laying there, ready to be used as they pleased.

Gods, they truly loved their little princess.

Cregan was not being very patient as other times, and he quickly started to pound roughly against you, holding your hips to keep you in place as the movement made you take Jace deeper in your mouth. The youngest man started to move his hips too, unable to be still and longing for more - obsessed with the sight of your breasts bouncing in your chest with each thrust.

The main room in the Winterfell castle soon was filled with desperate panting and moaning. The sound of Cregan's body slamming against yours was buzzing in your ears while he managed to hit every right place inside your soft walls, abusing that sweet spot that would make you see stars behind your eyelids. All while you were choking around Jacaerys' cock, who was moving himself deeper with each passing second.

Both of your brother's hands wrapped around your throat to find some stability, this gesture made you cry out in pleasure - loving the way you felt with his hands around your neck.

“Come on, little one,” he grunted as he looked down at your drooling mouth, receiving him so eagerly while you gagged and gulped around him. “I know you can take me deeper… Go on- oh fuck, just like that… shit.”

“Who would've thought that our Princess was such a good slut?” Cregan added, breathless as dig his nails on your hips. “Can't wait to marry our little whore and fill her with my seed until she's round with my pups…” The way your walls squeezed him so tightly made him know that you loved the idea too. “Perhaps I'll let your brother fill this cunny too, mhm? Bet you would love it- fuck… ”

Jacaerys hands involuntarily tightened his grip around your throat, and you knew he was getting closer. “Fuck- M’so close…” he whined. “Fuuck…”

“Imagine it, my prince,” Cregan teased him, smirking as he locked eyes with him. “Her pretty cunny leaking with your seed, her belly filled and round. Isn't that such a pretty sight?”

“Y-yes…” he mumbled, struggling to keep his movements steady. “Oh, fuck… yes.”

His eyes closed as he leaned his head back, and suddenly his length escaped from your lips - you gasped. He peaked right there, letting a few drops of his seed spurt on your breasts before he would put his cock back into your mouth so you could swallow the rest. You eagerly licked it all, cleaning him as felt his legs getting weak with the subtle overstimulation you were providing him - yet, it felt too delicious to stop.

“What a piece of art,” Cregan mumbled, seeing your skin being tainted by pearly drops. “So fucking pretty.”

Jacaerys fell on his knees next to you, you felt his hand slipping down your body as Lord Stark pounded against you like a savage. Your brother's fingers found your swollen pearl, slowly stroking it while you were being filled. Cregan groaned in approval, fastening his pace.

The creamy sound of your juices covering his cock was so obscene, bringing a slight embarrassment to you - Gods, you were so wet. With the overstimulation you were receiving once again, you felt closer to edge faster than you thought.

“Come on, my pretty girl,” Jace cooed in your ear as he peppered soft kisses around it. “I know you're so close… you were so good to us, letting us use you as we pleased. You deserve to cum.”

His fingers stopped tracing figures on your clit, only to replace it with soft taps against your sensitive flesh. You mewled.

“Look how deep Cregan is,” he mentioned with a smirk. “I can see it in your tummy…”

“M’so close…” you mumbled. “Gods! Please, I need it so bad…”

Jace removed his hand from your core, taking it to your mouth where he slipped in two fingers. You receive them eagerly, twirling your tongue around it and sucking them off as you taste yourself. Meanwhile, Cregan grabbed the back of your legs, pressing your thighs against your body and going deeper and harder against you. You tried to keep up with the intensity of it all, but it was too much - tears were falling down your face as you were fucked against the mattress, barely able to move.

“Come on, let me feel you, princess,” he grunted as he buried his face on your neck. “Want you to fall apart in my arms…”

Your skin was burning and you were gasping, trying to fill your lungs with the air they needed - Cregan would grunt against your skin, being loud and shameless as he was about to reach his peak. You suddenly felt the waves of an intense orgasm washing over you as you released your pleasure in spurs, soaking the sheets beneath you and your Cregan's hair trail. That sight must have been the limit for him, who immediately filled you up with his seed, covering your insides with his pearly drops until it started to leak out of you.

His body pressed against yours as he tried to calm down. His length would twitch inside you each time you clenched around him, until he was absolutely dried and spent.

Jacaerys went to look for something to clean you up, almost moaning when he saw Cregan pulling out of you and his seed oozing from your entrance. Such an obscene view had both men drooling.

You were too tired to even move, so after they made sure to wipe out the sticky mess between your legs, they grabbed your body and took you to the center of the bed - laying between them. Right in that moment, you felt like you were in heaven, being pampered by the two men you loved the most and receiving all the attention you desired.

The fact that this was your future brought a smile on your face.

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kichiyosh1 · 1 year

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Me or my mother?

scaramouche/kunikuzushi x reader

slight angst/comfort

w//: if you squint (or even if you don't) I would say this counts as a yandere kuni aswell! just cuz he is really jelly and possesive of you in this one

Let's say Ei did keep the puppet and had given him a new purpose to live freely, but due to her busy schedule, she has you keep him company. Soon, Kunikuzushi begins to realize how frequent you are to leave him for when his mother calls for you, and from there his anxiety grows. Is it jealousy or insecurity? heck if I know!

Kunikuzushi was free to stay in his mother's estate, same as he was also allowed to visit the streets of Inazuma if he ever so wishes, but that currently isn't his main objective of the day.

"Kunikuzushi!" Ah, what great timing you have.

Right from the moment he opened his eyes after what felt like a long dream, all he was able to recall from the scene was that you had stepped forward bowing your head.

"I would be honored to serve you both, my Archon."

"Excellent, then you shall be entrusted with this task."

It had only been a few weeks since then, but the puppet had already grown very attached to you, to the point you can see the visible frown on his adorable face whenever there were other duties you had to attend to. The longing looks and the hesitant grip he'd have on your sleeve along with how meek and tiny his voice would get, it really was an effective way to keep you rooted into place, and the fact that he did all this unbeknownst to even him? It really showed how innocent of a person he was. Just wants your attention is all.

"y/n! good morning, how nice of you to drop by," yeah, like he wasn't already anticipating your arrival. "Good morning to you as well, oh, I came here to drop off a few things." In your hands was a tray of food, and despite his unecessary need for it, he was insistent on trying your cooking, even willing to choke on some sweets and desserts if it meant he'd be eating food that you made just for him. "Mhm smells good, say, why don't we share the meal, I think you deserve to eat a portion of your own cooking too, right?" Giddily taking hold of the tray, ready to lead you to his place in the estate when he sees you're not following him.

"Is something the matter?"

"Nothing that should concern you too much, the Electro Archon has called me in for the day to discuss matters concerning—" His mother called for you? "Oh, unfortunately I didn't have time to prepare your food since I was busy arranging my materials, so I had one of the maids make it for you. Please go on without me, it won't take long I promise." You were already facing the opposite direction before you could finish your sentence. "Eat well kunikuzushi!" you turned your head with a wave, while all he could do was stand there, his eyes switching between the tray in his hands and your disappearing figure.

He was confused by two things, one: how could you leave him there so quickly? and two: so this ISN'T your cooking?

"Why would I eat something prepared by a stranger? blegh." He set the tray down and stuck his tongue out in a childishly manner, displeasure written all over his face and gesture with his hands curled to his chest, like he was scared the food would jump out at him or something.

"I-I wasn't hungry anyways, I'll just wait until you get back." he says to himself nodding his head, since there was no y/n in the vicinity for him to say that to. What a silly little man.

He's come to the realization that your meetings with the shogun have become more frequent, more than he would like

It was cutting off his quality time with you

Sure that's his mom you're meeting with and you basically work for her but you were also assigned to him weren't you? Which means you should be here by his side right now attending to HIS needs, not hers >:(

Why did she have to pick you of all people anyway? there are plenty others in the estate that are at her beck and call, so why did it have to be his dear y/n :(

You said it was nothing to worry about, oh but it was worrying HIM very, very much

He's tried different methods so you wouldn't have to attend those stupid meetings, latching on to you and blocking your path, the most desperate one of his attempts was probably locking you up in his room, it didn't last long though since you threatened him you'd ask for a transfer if he continued acting like this (which you meant playfully but it almost gave kuni a heart attack)

It was like watching a puppy stand by it's door waiting for it's master to come home

and everytime you would return, you would always have something to say about ei. "she was in a good mood today"," she thaught me techniques in order to do my work more efficiently." the meeting was already over so why were you still mentioning her?

With how much time you had gone from him, he was starting to think you enjoyed his mother's company more, was that it?

Was his childish personality to immature for you? do you prefer if he had that same strict and authoritive demeanor his mother had? Were you really going through with that threat of yours? wanting to transfer?

Do you really like her more than him?

Now he just HAD to be in one of those meetings, it was a must he got to the bottom of this before he goes absolutely crazy, and to his suprise you agreed to bring him to your next one

So there he was, sat a little way from you.

Oh, so was it usuall just you and his mother alone during these? which means all your attention would be on her right?

oh hell nah, she's trying to steal you away from him wasn't she?!

Kunikuzushi was quick to shoo you out of there once his mother dismissed you

cue sad ei noises because her son didn't eat any of the deserts she prepared

When you asked him why he was so quick to leave you were thrown with the most sudden question

"...what was that?"

"Me or my mother? It shouldn't be hard for you to decide right?" He was obviously the only right answer, so why was it taking awhile for you to reply?

"Are you really contemplating this...?" He had repeated this question many times in his head, and he swore everytime that he wasn't going to cry, but now that it was out there in the open he could feel liquid pulling in his eyes. Were these what you humans called tears? a product of ones sadness and frustration?

"What reason would I have to choose between-"

"You've been 'hanging' out with her more recently! we used to spend all day together but we barely have time for that anymore because you're always quick to leave me when it concerns her. Is it because you've already grown tired of me? you like her more than me..?"

The amount of hurt written on his face and heard in his trembling voice had you grimacing at your actions. You never intended for him to feel this way, you had no idea he was hurting on the inside because of your ignorance. So you took a step, slowly to not startle him as if he were some corner creature, handling it with the utmost care you've always had, reserved only for him.

"My sweet, darling kunikuzushi." You start, craddling his face so that he'd meet your eyes, letting him know he had your full attention.

"I apologize for my actions. I had failed to see the pain you felt and made you feel neglected, but know that I would never choose anything or anyone over you, no matter what or who they might be."

His tears have fallen, but not even a sniffle was let out, as he made sure he was able to hear your voice, the voice he had missed speaking to him, loud and clear.

"The reason for this is because her personal attendant hasn't been present as of late due to a sickness they caught. Your mother thought i'd be good to fill in for the meantime, and this way I would also be able to report to her regarding your wellbeing."

That was the genuine truth, and he believes you, and as you continued speaking he slowly let his arms engulf you, a sigh of relief escaping him as you continued giving him words of reassurance.

He was content with your answer, but before he could be truly satisfied he needed to hear you say it.

"You still didn't answer my question."

"Which one?"

"Me or my mother? This time I'm only giving you three seconds to-"

"You, kuni. I'll always choose you, but do keep in mind I still work for her."

You let out a chuckle as kunikuzushi let out a pout, puffing his cheeks and crossing his arms, back to his usual self you see.

"Hmph, I should still be your top priority, always, the same as you are mine."

"Alright, alright, you really can be childish sometimes, but that's one of the things I love about you."

and with that, kunikuzushi could finally sleep peacefully, knowing his chances of having you to himself are high up there, so goodluck getting to your next meeting.

(I DIDN'T PROOF READ BUT I DON'T THINK IT'S THAT BAD)

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marymary-diva17 · 12 days

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When someone insult you

One way to cause tension and trouble for someone on Pandora will be by insulting one of their family members. As it will show, you disrespect someone you love and care about and think nothing bad will happen to them after saying hurtful words. These hurtful words can have any effect or consequences on anyone involved.

Jake x reader x Neytiri

evil demon women

It was a sunny and hot day you had taken the kids out for a swim near the water for some fun, and relaxation as there was no task for the day. Your spouse had been gone of the day so you were just with the kids today, but you are still enjoying your time with them. Some other families had arrived as it seems like, they all had the same idea as well.

tuk " mama can I have some fruit please I'm hungry"

y/n " sure sweetie" you had take out some fruit and cut in half give some to tuk, as she smiled and eat some of the fruit.

tuk " thank you mama" tuk soon hugged you before she ran off back towards the water.

navi women " look at her that dreamwalker has found a way to infect our clan"

navi women 2 " she acts all high and might just because she mates with neytiri and Jake sully"

navi wonen 3 " she just some evil demon women" you had become sue to everyone words and gossip towards you, as some of them hated the idea that you are with two heroes of the clan. At the moment you are avoid conflict as you didn't wish for any trouble with them.

????? " hey" a voice had been heard getting everyone attention, you soon looked up and saw your eldest son neteyam.

neteyam “ you will not speak to my mom in that behavior”

y/n “ neteyam”

neteyam “ no mama they are being rude and I … we won’t stand for it”

Kiri “ yes they are being rude mama and it should be addressed”

loak “ we not let anyone be rude to our family”

y/n “ kids”

Tuk “ mama says if you don’t have anything nice to say don’t say it at all” the group of ladies looked taken back of what the kids had said to them. As you had stood there looking at them as the women seem to be regretting what they had said towards you.

y/n " come on kids lets go home right now we can spend the rest of the day together there"

neteyam " oh yes our dad and mom will be learning of this whole situation, lets hope to has a good outcome for you all"

y/n " come on neteyam"

neteyam " coming mom" the kids had soon walked home with you and you had embraced them into a group hug, proud of them standing up for family.

lo'ak " so are we in trouble"

y/n " no it all good no one is in trouble now come on lets get home, and maybe I can make a very sweet snack for my wonderful kids"

kids " yes" you and the kids had soon gone home as it soon started raining, the kids had been able to keep themselves entertained while you made them snacks. Later on in the day Jake and neytiri will find out the truth of what happened, and they were not happy Jake had to hold back neytiri. The ladies had been order to stay away from you until any other word given from your mates and you.

Jake x tsu'tey x reader x neytiri

Demon

It had started off a peaceful and good morning for you, as you had been working out of the humans bases. You are also enjoying the sun hitting you skin it seems like it was going to be a good day. Now there was only the wait for your kids and mates to get here, as they promised to come over and have morning meal with you.

y/n " they will be here soon should I make some juice for us or maybe pick some fruit ... it can do anything to help with some of the meal" you had decided to pick some fruit and make into juice for the family, as you were picking some fruit you were humming a song.

????? " what is that sound"

???? " I don't know but it coming from over there" you had soon heard movement coming towards you, and soon saw some navi from the clan.

y/n " good morning"

navi women " oh it just you"

y/n " yes it just me good morning as well let hope, the great mother blesses us with a good day"

navi man " she will not need blessing from a demon like you"

y/n " excuse me"

navi women " you heard us you and your demon kind have wormed your way into omadtikayaia clan and have ruined them, by become mates with them and having half navi children"

y/n " I know we have hard time getting along with other navi ...."

navi man " no matter what you do demon you will never be one of us and mostly the demon child you have as well"

y/n " we are not demons"

navi women " yes you are demon and we will make sure no more clan get effected by the likes of you" the demon soon had shoved you to the ground, she was about to grab you again.

???? " mama" tuk soon came running and soon held tight onto you, as the three other kids had came and started hissing at the two adults.

neteyam " how dare you touch my mother and hurt her"

lo'ak " you messed up big time never mess with a sully"

kiri " mama are you okay" kiri and tuk had helped you onto you feet as you soon look, at the two adults.

navi women " looked what we have here two sure born navi and two demon blooded kids"

y/n " you can insult me all your want but leave my kids out of this"

navi women " what are you going to do about demon" the women had hissed at you but she was not acting all pride, when she soon had been take to the floor.

neytiri " how dare you insult my wife and kids"

navi man " hey we were just teaching her and those demons a lesson" the man had soon been punched hard in the face by no other then Jake, and soon someone tossed him towards the women and that was Tsu’tey.

Jake " no you dare speaking to my wife like that ever again, or we will have more trouble here"

Tsu’tey " you two don't have any rights to come near y/n and our kids"

navi women " we were just voice how other feels"

neytiri " then your parents have failed you two on teaching you two to bid your manners, our y/n has done more then you will ever do"

Tsu’tey " no leave and stay out of straight and ear shot if we see you again near here, with our a good reason and causing trouble it will not be good for anyone" the pair had gotten up quickly and soon ran off leaving the family alone.

neytiri " ma y/n are you okay"

y/n " I'm fine neytiri no need to worry thank you all for standing up, for me it makes me feel good"

neytiri " if that women ever come back here again tell me and I will deal with her"

Jake " yes and I and Tsu’tey can deal with her buddy over there"

Tsu’tey " yes we will make them play"

y/n " thank you all but for now more violence at the moment, let go have some breakfast"

tuk " yeah we were able to save mama and now we get breakfast"

y/n " yes we do"

neytiri " we brought some stuff over to cook with as well"

y/n " good now come along" the group soon followed you home, the situation of this morning had soon speed the rest of the clan. it say no one was happy will be a understatement as, everyone was upset about the words that were spoken towards you and the clan. The duo had been made to say sorry by their clan leader and promised to keep their distance from the clan until notice,

Tonowari x reader x ronal

false navi

It a good day in the village a very funny and warm day and the clan was going on with their day. The same could be said about you and the kids, as you are with them near the shoreline collect materials while the kids goofed off here and there. Making you laugh as you had looked at them being kids and making sure to have fun today.

rotox " ahh aonung no fair" aonung and shoved his brother into the water soon, gaining your attention as you look at the two boys.

aonung " oh come on I'm just playing around"

tsireya " you two are so childish" the two boys soon looked at each other and soon smirked, when they looked to their sister and before trsireya could do anything. They had tackled her into the water getting a scream from her and laughs from her brother.

tsireya " hey"

rotxo " oh come on baby sister you should of seen that coming" tsireya soon started a water fight with her brother as you stood there laugh and looking at them.

kids " mama"

y/n " be nice all three of you and not hurting each other please"

kids " yes mama" the kids had went deeper into the water having their battles still going on, as you stood there watching them. You had been standing there for a while before you had waked off.

navi women "excuse me y/n"

y/n " hello how may I help you ladies"

navi women 2 " well us and some of the clan were wondering if you are true navi or false navi"

y/n " excuse me"

navi women 3 " yes after ing the olo'eythan you have failed time to time again, to have a kids with him while ronal has three kids ... are we sure you are actually navi or just some unwanted child the great mother gave your childish parents"

y/n " that is none of your business the great mother will bless me with a child, when the time right"

navi women 4 " are we sure because if you are false navi maybe it time, to have someone become the perfect mate and perfect navi to our clan"

navi women " you have these kids call you mama when you are no a mom to them"

y/n " I will not waste me time with you all anymore good day" you were about to walk away from the women, when big splash of water, had hit the women.

navi female " ahh"

navi women " who did that"

????? " it was me" the group of women and you had looked and saw it was aonung on his IIu.

Aonung " how dare you insult my mother like that"

navi women " mind your manners young man"

aonung " you should mind your manners when you are speaking to my mother, a very import women in the clan"

navi women 2 " we are speaking to her that all"

rotxo " you are being rude toward her and we heard everything you had said"

tisreya " yes and we will make sure to tell our parents about what you said, I wonder what they will think about how you all acted" a crowd had form due to all the fighting that was going on right now.

y/n " kids"

tsireya " you will start showing our mom respect"

???? " what going on here" tonowari and ronal soon had arrived, they soon walked towards you and the kids.

ronal " ma y/n and children what has happened"

aonung " these women were insulting mama mom they called her a false navi"

ronal " false navi"

aonung " yes they said she was a false navi because she failed to give father a child"

ronal " you dare insult my wife like that"

navi women " we had been speaking what is true she has failed to have a child with the olo'eythan"

tonowaro " how dare you speak to y/n like that after everything she has done for the clan, you all make me sick and not only insulting her you insult my whole family"

ronal " my family as well" ronal had gotten closer to the women and hissed at them, making them step back from her as ronal was very mad and so is tonowari.

tonowari " ma y/n are you okay"

y/n " I'm good now"

ronal " you are hear by not allowed to come near her or the children until I and tonowari deem to far enough, and your words and actions today might reflect your families and mates as well"

navi wonen 3 " wait no please"

tonowari " enough the tshaik has spoken I will decide on the offers I was going to give your mates, but for now leave before you all do anything else ... if anyone thinks the same speak now so we can deal with you all" no one dare to speak right now as it bad idea, the women had been escorted away getting glares some everyone else. Your mates and kids had taken you home as they comfort you about the whole matter.

tonowari " dont pay them any mind ma y/n you are the perfect mate, perfect mom, and perfect navi"

ronal " yes and one day you will be blessed with a kid"

y/n " yes I know the day will come"

tsireya " we love you mama"

y/n " thank you kids and my wonderful mates" the family had spent the rest of the day together, having a good time along with making sure you are okay as well. Tonowari and ronal had made sure the group of women stayed far away from you, and the kids their mates had apologized to you and were able not to be affected of what happened that day. You knew the day will come when you will be blessed with the another child in your life and family.

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close to home | chapter forty three

plot: the reader is brought to her new life at the Sanctuary, and makes a friend that saves her life

series masterlist

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 2,232 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd A/N: thank you for reading!!!

Darkness consumed you once again for many, many hours. You didn’t move from the spot on the floor, curled up in a ball. Your tears, which once were a never-ending wave, finally dried. You were given food thrice a day, so you assumed it had been two days from the six meals you'd eaten. Negan visited one, but you turned your back to him on the floor and refused to talk or move.

You were in and out of consciousness as you fell out of shock, and there were times when your mind hurt so severely you wished for it again.

Glenn’s face was all you could picture throughout the day, and Maggie’s screams haunted you. The guilt you felt about Glenn’s death was consuming. You didn’t know Negan would do that; you just wanted to save Daryl. And it came at the cost of Glenn.

When the door opened, you flinched. You were expecting Negan again, but this time it was someone else. It was a woman. She was carrying a tray of food and sat down on the floor across from you, sliding the tray over.

The food was similar to what you refused to eat earlier.

“I’m Sherry,” The woman said. “It’s nice to meet you, (Y/N).”

You glanced at the woman and sat up. “What do you want?”

Sherry glanced outside at the door, at the man on guard. Then she looked back at you and nodded toward the food. “Negan sent me to talk to you. He’s taken a liking to you.”

“Yeah, well, he can go to hell,” You said.

A ghost of a smile appeared on Sherry’s face before she blinked away the expression. “You need to submit to him. It’s only going to make things worse.”

“Submit?” You said, “What am I, a dog?”

Sherry looked down and slowly shook her head. “No. You’re smart. This favor with him will expire if you don’t use it to your advantage. Come on, I’m going to take you to our room. You can shower and meet everyone.”

You looked at her as if she was crazy, but you could see through the look on her face. She was unhappy. And she was trying to help you. So you took her outstretched hand and stood.

“She’s not hungry right now. I’ll make sure she eats later,” Sherry told the guard, and he nodded to her. What kind of influence did she have over the men?

You followed Sherry quietly down the hallway, after hallway, up many flights of stairs. The area was still a maze to you, and you knew trying to figure it out was pointless. So you focused on the back of Sherry’s head as you walked.

Finally, you reached a long corridor with a few rooms, and she led you to the last one. It opened into a sitting room with a few couches and a minibar in the back and was beautifully decorated. It was much nicer than anything you’d seen at the Sanctuary.

A few women were sitting around the room, all in matching black dresses and heels. They all stared at you as you entered, and you felt out of place. You were grimy and dirty, and you knew the exhaustion and depression were evident on your face. They all looked beautiful. They looked clean.

“This is Amber, Frankie, and Tanya. There are more of us, but they are probably eating dinner downstairs.” Sherry said to you.

“I don’t understand,” You said.

Sherry looked at you, “Follow me."

You did as she asked and was led out of the room and up the hallway. “Mine is across the hall; this one will be yours,” She explained, pushing open a door and leading you into a room.

It was small, and it reminded you of a studio apartment. There was a bed, a mini kitchenette, a sage green recliner chair, and a television set. There were even windows that let you look out around the compound. It was the first time that you got a look at the area.

“What is this?” You asked.

“This is what could be yours if you submit. If you say that you’re Negan.” Sherry shut the door behind you and sat down on the bed. “He wants you to be one of us.”

“One of what?” You asked, wiping your hand along the counter. There was a toaster oven, a deep sink, and a full-sized refrigerator.

“One of his wives.”

Your hand stilled, and you turned back to look at her. “His wives?”

“There’s a group of us. The girls you just met, and a few more you’ll meet later. Negan took a liking to you. He likes your attitude and the way you talk to him.”

“You can’t be serious.” You shook your head. “I would rather die.”

“And Daryl?” Sherry asked, “What about him? Are you prepared to let him die? He’s here.”

“What?” Your fingers twitched.

“Negan took him. I overheard him talking to Dwight about wanting Daryl to work for him. He knows you care for him, that he cares for you. That will be a weapon.”

You leaned against the counter and crossed your arms. “He’ll kill Daryl if I don’t marry him?”

A ghosted look crossed Sherry’s features. “It might not be that. But it’ll be something. All of us… we all needed something we couldn’t get, so we married him.”

Your fingers twitched, and you felt tears burning your eyes. “If I say yes, how will I know he won’t hurt him?”

“Negan’s a man of his word,” Sherry said. “I know it doesn’t seem like it. But he is. (Y/N), I want to help you. I know what you’re going through. When he comes to you tonight and asks you who you are, just say you’re Negan. You’ll be treated good by him.”

Your stomach flipped, and you felt bile rise. You rushed to the garbage and emptied the contents of your stomach. Sherry was by your side instantly, pulling back your hair and rubbing your back.

“I know, I know.” She whispered to you. “Dwight was my husband before and after. But I had to marry Negan to save him. I live with it. So can you. If he loses interest, he won’t kill you. You’ll be a worker, working for points and barely making it. Just say yes, (Y/N).”

You were crying as you knelt back, wiping your mouth with your hand. “What are they doing to Daryl?”

“Whatever it takes to break him. Marrying Negan will be the only way you might be able to help him. I'm sorry, (Y/N).”

***

Sherry took you to the bathrooms and waited for you to wash up. She gave you one of her dresses and a matching pair of heels and then helped you get ready to see Negan. You felt sick. You felt like throwing up again and again, but you could only focus on Daryl.

Of course, you were going to do whatever you needed to do to keep him safe. You would be Negan’s wife if it meant Daryl would live. That was what you could do for him. You knew Daryl wouldn't break. You knew he would rather die standing than submit. So you had to do what little you could to protect him. If he were to die, if you lost him... you'd never recover.

You were sitting in the wives' room with the others, partially listening as they spoke. They didn’t talk about anything substance, and they all had a drink except Sherry. You knew Negan would be here any minute, and you were anxious.

When the door opened, he walked in, and all the girls dropped to their knees. You looked at them for a few seconds before slowly doing the same.

“Ladies,” Negan said, and they all moved to stand up.

You did the same and glanced at Sherry. She gave you a nod of encouragement.

“Oh my goodness,” Negan exclaimed as he walked around to the couch toward you. “Did you do all this for me? You shouldn’t have, baby,” Negan said.

You stayed silent and slowly raised your head, meeting his gaze. Negan stared at you with that smile that made your skin crawl, and you brought your shaking hands together in front of you.

“Who are you?”

Your mouth was dry, and you felt dizzy. “I’m-I’m… I’m Negan.” You said, closing your eyes for a moment. The words were ash in your mouth, and you wanted to take them back, but not at the cost of Daryl’s life.

Negan looked at Sherry for a moment and then turned back to you. “Well, I guess I gotta ask the only other question that matters. Will you be my wife, baby?”

“Yes.”

Your lips trembled as he approached you, and you prepared yourself mentally for the kiss he was heading towards. But at the last second, he changed direction and kissed your cheek. “Welcome to the family, baby,”

When the doors shut behind him and he was gone, your knees went weak, and you fell back onto the chair, sobbing. Sherry came over to you and wrapped her arm around you. “You did good, (Y/N), you did good. It’ll get better.”

***

The following day was the first time that you saw Daryl. You’d been pacing your room repeatedly, heels clicking and hurting, when you heard a commotion outside. You had run to your window to see and saw him.

It looked like he had almost escaped but was caught. And your eyes filled with tears when you saw Negan approach him with the bat. Your hands shook against the glass, and you wanted to scream at him.

But Negan didn’t kill him. And you knew Sherry was right.

When Negan left, and the group of saviors advanced, you couldn’t stand watching them beat Daryl. You had to look away for a few minutes and then watched them drag his body back inside to a part of the compound you knew you couldn’t reach.

***

Later that day, Sherry gave you a tour of the Sanctuary. You knew the floor you were on after walking back and forth, all the rooms belonged to the wives, and Negan was on this floor as well, but you didn’t know where.

But she showed you other areas. You learned where Negan’s men were mainly housed, but it was spread out, and there were rooms in between that she didn’t show you.

Sherry took you to the bottom level, where you saw just how many people lived and worked in the building. She showed you the trading post and walked with you around the floor.

“If you see something you want, just go up to the table and take it. You don’t wait in line,” Sherry told you.

“What?”

She looked around the room and spotted a table where one of the baker’s tables was. The line wasn’t long, and most workers couldn’t afford the points needed to buy them. But the saviors made the baker do it anyway.

“Come on,” Sherry said.

You followed her to the table, hesitantly waiting behind her as she grabbed an entire pie from the table. Without saying anything, she turned to you. “We take what we want when we want.”

You didn’t respond as you followed her to what looked like a cafeteria. There was a mix match of tables, with a few people eating. Sherry made you sit and wait and then came back with two forks.

“You’re one of Negan’s wives now,” Sherry told you. “We have full access to anything we want. If you want it, you need to take it. We’re untouchable.”

You watched as she started eating, and when your stomach growled, you copied her actions. It wasn’t the best pie you’d ever had, but it was better than anything you’ve eaten since the end of the world.

“Why do you do it?” You asked, “You see how these people live.”

“Because we can.”

“And what do we do in return? Besides dressing like this.”

Sherry’s eyes glazed over, and she forced herself to eat another piece. “You’re expected to do what wives do.”

You nodded slowly. “I’m going to have to fuck him.”

“He’ll give you an adjustment period. But eventually… we all have to.” Sherry said sadly.

You shook your head and forced yourself to eat a few more bites. Between the two of you, nearly half of it was eaten in a few minutes.

Someone sat at the table across from you, and you and Sherry jumped. You could tell from the look on her face that this wasn’t usually for her. “Jake, what do you want?” She asked him.

The man--Jake--ignored her and stared right at you. “My brother was in that outpost you gunned down.” He said.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and straightened your back, not allowing him to frighten you. “That sucks,” You said.

Jake chuckled and shook his head momentarily before standing up and walking away.

Sherry grabbed your arm and looked at you. “You need to be careful. You’re untouchable now, but that doesn’t mean people won’t try. And stay away from Jake. He’s not someone you wanna be around.”

#daryl x reader #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixion x reader #daryl fanfiction #daryl x y/n #daryl dixon #daryl twd #twd #daryl x you

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nessinborderland · 1 year

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V-E-N-U-S (03)

Pairing: Rafe x plus size!Reader

Genre: smut, dark-ish fic

Word Count: 6 ,2k

Warnings ⚠️ Mildly Dubious Consent, Enemies to Lovers, more like Enemies to Enemies That Fuck tbh, Rafe Cameron Being an Asshole, mentions of bullying, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Rough Sex, Mentions of death of a parent, Drinking, Drug Use, Rafe needs therapy asap, fatphobia, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary: The nickname he had given you in 8th grade was supposed to be ironic. In Rafe’s defense, he used to be a pretty stupid and cruel fourteen-year-old, as most kids that age are. So yeah, nicknaming the fat and nerdy chick Venus – like the goddess of sex and beauty – had been pretty hilarious in young Rafe's opinion.

What he would've never guessed was how much that name would fit you now as a grown woman.

Notes: Here is part 3! Enjoy 💖

AO3 | Masterlist | Part 1

You felt like you could finally breathe when you set foot inside your house, the familiar scent of beef strogonoff making your stomach grumble as you realized you were starving. You knew it wasn’t healthy, but you rarely got hungry while working, doing a shift without much more than a granola bar and yogurt in your stomach.

But you were home now, and your body knew it, muscles relaxing and mouth salivating at the prospect of finally sitting down and having a nice meal. Maybe then you would forget about your shitty day – in particular your last conversation with Rafe. That had really soured your mood, a tension in your shoulders and neck that was starting to give you headaches.

Locking the door behind you, you dropped your backpack on a chair and sat on the floor with a tired exhale, taking off your shoes before fully laying down on the wooden surface, dust and dog fur in your hair be damned. Your whole body needed a break, your feet in particular; they always hurt like a bitch after a long shift of standing up and walking around.

The noise of loud indie rock came somewhere from the back of the house, and you could hear kid music and cartoons coming from the living room, just to your right. A tip-tapping sound from the hallway made you look up, and a smile stretched your lips as you were approached by the only family member to always greet you at the front door.

“Hey old man, how was your day?” you cooed as you sat up to pet K-Nine behind the ears, just how he liked it.

The old German Shepard mix wagged his tail from side to side as he excitedly tip-tapped his nails on the floor, trying to welcome you with a lick to the face that you promptly dodged with a chuckle. Your dad had let you pick K-Nine on your 10th birthday, and, in a way, this dog was like a part of your father that was still with you. It hurt watching him get older and start to prefer naps instead of long walks outside.

After a quick cuddle and a pet to his graying muzzle, you stood up and walked into the living room together, where your younger brother sat on the couch with his full attention on the TV.

“Hello, Kev,” you greeted when you passed by the couch, being completely ignored even when you ruffled his hair as you walked towards the open kitchen. “Bluey is that good huh?...” you muttered under your breath before smiling at your mother. “Hey, Mom, smells good!”

“Hey, sweets, you got home just in time,” greeted your mother, sending you a tired smile as she set the table. You hurried to help her, knowing that – no matter how tired you were – your mother would be ten times worse. “How was work today?”

“Work was okay, got some good tips,” you said as you took out the orange juice from the fridge and set it on the table. “How was your day?”

“Exhausting,” She said as she sat at the table with a tired sigh, a smile still on her lips. “But cleaning rich people’s houses does have its perks – Mrs. Lockwood gave me some good clothes her son doesn’t use anymore, so that’s one less thing I have to worry about – I swear that your brothers are growing like weeds.”

“That’s nice of her,” you said with a forced smile; your mom was always thankful for the things her employers at Figure 8 gave her, didn’t matter if they were second-hand or not – but you still remembered how kids used to bully you over it. You just hoped your brothers didn’t go through the same. “Have you been taking your new medication? Doctor Marsh said you weren’t supposed to feel this tired after a few weeks of taking it, right?”

“Yeah, but I don’t think it’s working,” she muttered with a shake of her head, eyes down on the napkin she was folding. “They help a bit with the pain, but I still feel so drained…”

“Maybe you should do some more exams?” you asked as you grabbed the plates and started serving the still piping hot food, the smell making your stomach grumble again. “We can go early tomorrow if you want, I only start work at five.”

“And mess even more with your college savings?” she asked in what you knew was a rhetorical tone. “I’m not doing that.” Then she turned to your younger brother, still watching his cartoons like they were the only thing in the room. “Kev, honey, go call your brother for dinner, please – Kevin, now.” Then she turned to you again. “Fibromyalgia won’t kill me, I can manage. Let’s just focus on getting you into college for now, I’m not having you stuck on this island waiting tables for the rest of your life.”

You gave her a resigned nod, setting the plates on the table before sitting down at your usual place in front of her, noticing the bags under her eyes and the silver in her hair – she had aged so much since being diagnosed two years ago. You didn’t like the fact that your mother refused to get all the help she needed; yes, there was no cure for her condition, but there were treatments to alleviate the symptoms, which she just refused to do if it involved touching your savings.

At times, it frustrated you more than just a little. You would rather your mother enjoyed her life comfortably with no pain than go to college; it was not like your major of choice was going anywhere, anyway.

The arrival of your brothers stopped you from pressing on the matter again, and dinner went by as it always went, with silly conversations that made you laugh and your worries disappear, allowing you to enjoy these little moments when everything was fine.

No work, no stress, no drama.

It was now almost ten-thirty in the evening, and your mother and Kevin were already long asleep while you relaxed on the couch with K-Nine sprawled belly up between you and David. Mom had only recently allowed him to watch scary movies, and the kid was obsessed, to say the least. So, it had become tradition, for the past few months, to watch a horror movie every Friday and Saturday night after dinner, which you were happy to oblige.

David was very noticeably going through puberty right now, and sometimes the only way to get him out of his room was to convince him to either go to the movies or watch something on the TV. Netflix was a luxury you were willing to pay for if it allowed you these special moments with him.

“Do you believe in demons?” David murmured as you watched the final shot of Annabelle in a glass enclosure fade to black before the credits rolled.

“Sure do,” you snorted as you stretched your stiff muscles with a yawn. “See them all the time at my job.”

The boy tilted his head to the side, brows furrowing.

“Uh, do you mean Kooks?”

“Kooks. Demons. They’re pretty much the same thing,” you replied with a specific person in mind. “Why? You scared?”

“I’m thirteen, of course I’m not scared,” he said with an eye roll that could match your own, helping you fold the blanket you had used before adding with a small shrug, “Just wondering…”

“Well, I don’t think we have to worry about demons, so you’re good.”

“Hmm…” He looked lost in thought as he hesitantly asked, “And what about ghosts? Do you think they’re real?”

“Not really.” Something sounded off, you could see it in his faraway gaze, the way he chewed on his bottom lip, shoulders sagged. “Why do you ask, Davie?”

He was quiet for a moment, and then he uttered, his bottom lip trembling, “I- I can’t remember Dad’s voice anymore… I think I’m forgetting Dad.”

“Aw, Davie.”

You pulled him against you, arms going around him as you held him in a tight embrace, kissing the top of his head when he hugged you back just as tight, his shoulders lightly shaking as he hid his face in the crook of your neck. He was growing up so fast; another year and he would be taller than you.

You said nothing as you let him cry, hugging him while rubbing his back, trying to ignore the lump in your throat. Even though you could cry, you wouldn’t do it now; he had seen you cry so much in the past, seen you sob and lose yourself as you grieved, not old enough to quite process everything that had happened, but old enough to hold you like you were holding him now.

It was your turn to support him through this.

He had been eight years old when your father died, just a little boy – which, in a way, made it so much worse for him. You had been fifteen and had almost died yourself, too deep in your own despair at the time to notice anyone else’s misery. But now you felt his pain as if it was your own. You were sure that if there were no pictures of your father around the house, his face would also start to blur from your memories.

“I think Mom might have some videos of Dad in a hard drive somewhere,” you said after some time in silence. “Why don’t we look for them tomorrow and watch them together?”

You heard him sniffle as he nodded, and you broke the embrace before gently guiding him out of the living room and saying goodnight to each other.

You watched as your brother opened the door of the room he shared with Kevin before getting inside, leaving it slightly ajar as he did every night, the shine of the night light (he still had nightmares sometimes) giving you some visual aid as you walked the dark hallway towards your own bedroom.

A sudden knock at the front door made you jump in place.

“Shh, boy, it’s okay,” you hushed your dog as he let out a bark from the living room, rushing after you as you hurried to check the peephole. Your brows furrowed, lips pursing as you noticed who was on the other side of the door.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the door to face none other than your cousin.

“Hey,” he said in a hushed tone before you could utter a word, looking at you with his hands in his pockets and a nervous expression on his face. “I know it’s late, but can we talk?”

You hesitated before giving him a nod and stepping outside, leaving the door unlocked behind you as you walked towards the front steps. You had a good guess as to why he was at your doorstep at this hour, and your shoulders tensed at the prospect of having this specific discussion right now.

“Fine,” you muttered as you moved to sit on the front step. “What do you wanna talk about?”

John B followed your lead and sat beside you, absently petting K-Nine behind the ears as the old dog lay down on the porch with a huff.

“JJ told me about you and Rafe.”

He was going straight to the subject. Good. The sooner you finished this, the sooner you could go to bed and pretend it never happened.

“What about me and Rafe?”

John B stopped petting the dog, fingers fidgeting as he started picking the old scraps of paint from the wooden step beneath him.

“Please don’t lie to me, V. Not about this.” You didn’t think you had ever heard John B say anything in such a serious tone, jaw clenched and mouth set in a straight line as his gaze locked on yours, eyes shining in the moonlight with something akin to concern. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. I know you would never have something with him even if he was the last man on earth, but I heard the rumors, so what the hell happened between you two?”

Your brows furrowed, his tone not lost to you as you tried to understand exactly the meaning behind his words.

“Wait, what- what are you talking about?” you asked after a moment of only staring at him, unsure of what to say. “What the hell did JJ tell you?”

“Last Saturday, at that Kook party, Rafe did something to you.” You looked at him in total confusion as he took your hands in his, his grip a little tighter than you would find comfortable. “He forced you, didn’t he? I saw the bruises, I saw the marks but I just thought…” he shook his head, tone turning frantic as you let out a nervous chuckle, at a complete loss for words as you realized what he was implying. He couldn’t be serious. “Did he drug you? Whatever he did, you have to tell me, tell the police. We can get him arrested. If- If you don’t want to do that maybe we can try to- to, I don’t know, but we can make him pay somehow.”

This was madness. This whole situation was ridiculous. Absolute insanity.

“John B, no, please stop–”

“No, no, no, you don’t have to be scared of him–”

“Johnathan, stop!” you snapped, tears stinging your eyes as you finally managed to pull your hands from his grip. “Whatever JJ told you, it’s not true. Rafe didn’t force me to do anything I didn’t want to do, so stop whatever this is!”

He stared at you, eyes wide and mouth agape as understanding finally settled.

“What?”

“Rafe didn’t hurt me.”

His eyes flashed with anger, and an intrusive thought crossed your mind; it was almost like he preferred you had been assaulted.

“You actually willingly slept with him?”

The disgust was as clear in his voice as it was in his face, and you couldn’t stop yourself from recoiling in a sudden burst of shame. You were quick to push that emotion aside; you had nothing to be ashamed of.

“Even if I did, whatever my deal is with Rafe is between me and him. Not you and not JJ, so you can just stop getting in my business like I’m your responsibility. I’ve been dealing with Cameron for years now, he’s not your problem.”

“That’s the thing though, he is my problem!” he shouted, and you looked back at your house, afraid your family would be alerted by the ruckus. This was not a subject they needed to get involved in. “He’s always picking fights with us and treats Sarah like shit! Have you seen what he and Topper did to Pope the other day? He’s not a good guy and you know that so why the hell would you willingly spread your legs for him?”

“Hey, watch it!” your tone raised to match his own, index finger pointed at his chest as you pinned him down in a glare. K-Nine barked, sensing the rise in emotions. “You don’t get to talk to me like that!”

“What, am I lying?” his tone quieted, but the expression of anger on his face didn’t falter, hand raising to roughly push your own away. “Didn’t you go from hating him one minute to letting him fuck you the next? Like a–”

You felt the heat in your palm before you could even register what you had done. Tears stung in your eyes as you stared down at John B, who was cradling his cheek and looking at you with a mixture of shock, anger, and sadness in his hazel eyes.

“Get. Out. Of my house,” you commanded in between shaking breaths.

You stared down at each other for what felt like hours, neither of your saying a thing. You forced yourself to stop your lower lip from trembling, hiding your shaking hands behind your back as you finally broke eye contact, sure that you would erupt into tears if you stared at the disappointment in his eyes for one more second.

“Just leave,” you whispered as you made your way to the front door, not caring anymore if he left or not.

“He’ll hurt you.”

You halted, hand on the doorknob, glancing at him over his shoulder. Waiting.

“He’ll hurt you,” John B repeated, firmly this time, avoiding your eyes. Then he added, his tone so soft you barely understood the words “And when he does, you can count on me. Until then…”

You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but he was already walking away before you could utter a single sound.

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You rolled in bed for the hundredth time that night, your cousin’s words repeating themselves in your mind over and over and over, like a broken record that never stopped.

Didn’t you go from hating him one minute to letting him fuck you the next?

You had… hadn’t you? Against your better judgment, against your own principles, you had let Rafe touch you and kiss you in ways you never even thought he would want to. Rafe Cameron was an awful person, and that wasn’t a matter of opinion. He was entitled, cruel, temperamental, and prone to violence. You knew that. He had terrorized you for years and made your life a living hell; laughed at you, hurt you, made you cry more times than you could count, and still…that hadn’t stopped you from riding him and moaning for him as if your life depended on it, had it?

And now here you were, unable to sleep, with a tightness in your chest and a churning stomach that was starting to make you nauseous. You were exhausted from all the muffled crying you had done as soon as you got to your bedroom, your pillow stained with tears.

John B’s words hurt, making you feel even worse than you already felt. Part of you hated him a little, insulted and beyond upset by everything he had said. He had no right to act like that. Still, the other side of you cried in shame, wondering if he was right and if you really were being the stupid and undeniably wrong person in all of this mess.

I slapped him, for God’s sake!

That alone was enough reason to at least text him an apology, but you quickly stopped yourself from doing it. You were still too furious, wounds too fresh.

Your thoughts started spiraling out of control, and that tightness in your chest grew worse.

What if your mom found out?

What if your boss found out?

What if you lost your job and your family because of it?

What if you and John B’s relationship never recovered?

What if this stupid fucking mistake stopped you from going to college and making a better life for yourself and your family so you would be forced to work as a waitress for the rest of your life until you died alone on this island with no family and friends, only the police to discover your cat-eaten corpse?

What if, what if, what if?

You buried your face in your pillow with a grunt of frustration, wishing you could go back in time and murder Rafe Cameron in his sleep, just for good measure. Then none of this would’ve happened, and you could continue living your life without this particular storm hanging over your head.

Groaning at how stuffy your room felt, you kicked your sheets off of you before getting out of bed and walking straight to the chair in the corner of your room. Grabbing the pair of shorts and the hoodie laying on it, you hurriedly got dressed before making your way out of the house, phone and keys safely stored in your hoodie’s pocket.

You hesitated as you walked down the stairs of your front porch, unsure of where to go.

It was at times like this that you wished you had more friends; Nina had been abroad for two years (It would be four in the morning in Portugal, so it was not like you could call her now) and you doubted that JJ, Kie, Pope, or Sarah would want to hear anything you had to say, after what happened. A couple of other people came to mind, but you never contacted them unless sex was involved, and that was not what you wanted right now.

Sex was what got me into this mess in the first place.

The sounds of waves in the distance crashing against the shoreline caught your attention. You listened for a moment, taking a deep breath of the salty breeze, mind going blank for a blessed moment. Living this close to the ocean could be a curse some days, unwanted memories rushing to your mind if you let them take over; right now, however, you would like to think of it as a blessing.

You were strolling towards the Boneyard before you could give it much thought, hands stuffed in your pockets and hoodie over your head as the chilly coastline wind made you shiver despite the warm island weather.

Your ears perked as the sound of loud music and voices alerted you to a party nearby, right on the other side of the dunes. You could smell burning wood the closer you got, and it didn’t take you long to catch the sight of a bonfire, people laughing and dancing and drinking without a care in the world.

Exactly what you needed.

You approached the gathering with your eyes on the crackling fire, enjoying the way the dancing flames cast a glow over the sand, making it look the color of melted caramel under the moonlit sky. The sand under your naked feet was cool to the touch, and the seawater was thankfully far enough away for you to be able to relax.

Most people around you were familiar in one way or another, a fair mix of Kooks, Pogues, and Tourons that just wanted to enjoy their Friday night as much as you did. You walked through the party crowd, being mostly ignored besides the occasional wave or nod of recognition that you made sure to retribute.

Fortunately, you saw no unwanted faces that would make you instantly turn around and leave.

That made you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding; no one seemed to be talking about you or looking at you weirdly, and there was no one to ruin your night more than John B already had. Perfect.

Coming here was a good decision, you thought as you approached the kegs of beer, smiling as you recognized one of the guys handing out drinks.

“Hey, V.” Eli, a tall young man with short curly hair smiled at you as he handed you a full cup of beer before you even had to ask. “Haven’t seen you in a while. What have you been up to?”

“Oh, you know,” you shrugged as you took the cup from his hand, sipping the bitter drink, “just working and binge-watching shows on my days off. All very thrilling. You?”

“Same,” he chuckled, warm brown eyes looking almost golden in the light of the fire. “Just helping out at the cafe and surfing when I can. By the way, when are you passing by? My Mama keeps telling me to bring you over again, says she has some new books you might like.”

“Aw, she misses me?”

“C’mon, V, you know we all do,” he said, sending you a wink that made the corners of your lips twitch and a familiar heat take over your cheeks, the suggestion in his tone not being lost on you.

You really liked Eli, with his pretty smile and easy-going nature.

He had graduated two years before you, and you had gotten closer when you started spending your free time at his family’s cafe, staying whole afternoons reading or writing in their quaint little book corner. It didn’t take you long to develop a friendship, and before you knew it you were having your first kiss and experiencing your first time in his bed, in the apartment right above his shop. He had been kind and patient, and you really couldn’t have imagined a better way to lose your virginity.

But – even though you were aware that he liked you – you had never let your relationship evolve into something more than friends with benefits. Why ruin something that worked just fine?

“Maybe I’ll pass by on my next day off,” you said, and his eyes glinted. “Are you working on Monday?”

“I’m not, but I’ll be waiting there for you. Wanna go out and have lunch too? This new place just opened and–”

Your smile faltered, and he was quick to notice.

“No, no, I mean, just as friends,” Eli quickly clarified with an awkward chuckle. “I know you don’t want to change what we have and that’s fine by me. But, you know… we can hang out if you want and have a good time. We’re chill, right?”

Sometimes you wondered what was stopping you from getting into a relationship with a guy that was handsome, kind, shared so many of your interests, and knew how to please you in the best way. The problem wasn’t him, you were well aware of that. The problem was you and your fear of commitment.

Fuck that. You deserved something good in your life. And, right now, you really needed it.

“We are,” you answered, and you noticed relief softening his brow. “You know what, yeah, let’s plan something fun for Monday. How about–”

A heavy hand on your shoulder made you jump, and you stopped mid-sentence to look behind you, heart almost jolting out of your chest as you faced the last person you wanted to see at that moment.

“Rafe,” you muttered, glaring at his blue eyes before looking down at his hand, still on your shoulder. “Take your hand off me.”

“You’re in the way,” he simply said while dropping his hand to his side, nodding past you at the kegs of beer.

You said nothing, moving to stand next to Eli as Rafe passed by you and refilled his own cup. With a strange look at you and a glare sent in your friend’s direction, the blond left, and you followed him with your eyes as he walked away to the other side of the crowd, where he stood with his little gang of friends.

Of course he would be here, you thought as your hand reflexively squeezed the plastic cup in your hand. Luck was rarely on your side.

Maybe coming to this party hadn’t been a good idea, after all.

“That was weird,” uttered Eli, also looking in Rafe’s direction. “He could’ve gotten more beer right there.” He nodded in the direction of the other kegs, where no one stood in the way.

“Yeah, he just wanted to piss me off.”

“You’re still at each other’s throats then?”

“Yup.”

He hummed in response, and a weird moment passed where neither of you said a thing. You, for once, were too preoccupied with weighing the pros and cons of staying at a party with Rafe Cameron in your vicinity. The smart move right now would be to leave; you had no idea what would happen if both of you stayed. Then Eli spoke again, words coming out deliberately and slowly like he was thinking them carefully.

“You know that he’s not a good guy, right?”

You scoffed.

“You’re telling me that, of all people?”

“Just making sure…”

You let out a sigh, hand raising to brush over your face with a tired grunt.

“So, you heard about it too, huh?” you asked, hoping the irritation in your voice scared Eli enough so he wouldn’t ask too many questions.

“Yup,” he said, popping the ‘p’, eyes down as he kicked a tiny hill of sand. “Don’t know if it’s true and I don’t understand you if it is, but it’s none of my business so… just be careful, okay? He hangs around the wrong crowd sometimes, and, well,” he shrugged, “you know how he is.”

You glanced at Eli, taking in the way he rubbed the back of his neck, thinking his words through. Whatever he was implying, was said out of concern for your well-being, nothing more.

“Okay…” you started, unsure of what else to say. “Thanks for letting me know, but there’s no reason to worry. I can take care of myself.”

“I know.” He nodded once, and a pretty smile graced his lips again as he looked at you. “Now, about Monday…”

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You were more than just a little tipsy.

You stumbled over your own feet as you walked past the dunes, giggling to yourself as you remembered a joke you had said early in the evening, already so plastered that you had struggled to get the words out without laughing. You hadn’t really meant to get as drunk as you were, but before you knew it you were six cups past sobriety, dancing and singing at the top of your lungs with Eli and his friend group.

You felt amazing in your intoxicated high, barely remembering what had soured your mood in the first place. Eli had helped you forget, with his easy conversation and sense of humor, and his friends had welcomed you into their group without unwanted questions or weird looks sent your way.

Was exactly what you had been needing; and a long time overdue if you were being honest with yourself.

Not even Rafe had been able to smother your euphoria, despite the very noticeable glares sent your way throughout the night. After some time, you had even forgotten he was there, completely focused on enjoying the party to its fullest.

And damn you if you hadn’t succeeded.

It was now somewhere past two in the morning, and the exhaustion of your workday had gotten to you despite the alcohol in your bloodstream and your high spirits. So, you had said goodbye to Eli – with the promise to meet on Monday – and were currently making your way out of the Boneyard. A tiny voice in your brain warned you about the massive hangover that you would without a doubt suffer in the morning, but you lazily brushed it off; now was not the time to think about tomorrow.

Now all you wanted to do was lay down.

Lay down…

You fell to the sand with the grace of a newborn foal, giggling as you laid face up, eyes wandering lazily on the clear sky. It was spotted with shiny stars, one constellation more beautiful than another, and your eyes watered; looking at the night sky had always made you feel emotional.

I’ll sleep here tonight, you thought as you curled in on yourself, face towards the stars, fingers tapping on the sand out of rhythm with the music still playing from the party just on the other side of the dunes.

“‘Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling,” you drunkenly sang off-key as Cascada’s ‘Everytime We Touch’ played loudly. “And every time we kiss I swear I could fly.” You could still hear people sing and laugh from your spot in the middle of the sandbanks, and it almost made you want to go back there and stay until the sun rose.

But you really had to go to bed; or sleep right there, one of the two. Your head spun as you tried to sit up, so you let yourself lay down again with a huff.

That’s when you noticed someone approaching.

“You’re so fucking drunk.”

“Oh, pardon me, your Royal Highness,” you mocked with a snort, turning towards the voice to see Rafe Cameron standing just a few feet from you, hands in his pockets, “but this peasant doesn’t give a shit about what you think.” You couldn’t see his face well in the darkness – only the moon as a light source – but he was most likely looking down at you with a frown, as per usual. “Leave me alone, I’m trying to sleep.”

“Here?”

“I’m homeless, you wouldn’t understand.”

“Venus.”

“Rafe,” you laughed as you tried to imitate his baritone. “Oh, Venus, you’re so fucking drunk. Oh Venus, let me fuck you again.”

“You’re fucking annoying, that’s what you are.”

You didn’t even notice Rafe approaching you, letting out a yelp of surprise as you felt him pull you up before stumbling against his chest as dizziness took over you. You made a whiny noise as he started to half-push you, half-drag you away, a strong arm around your waist while the other grabbed you by the elbow.

“No, I don’t wanna leave!” you cried out as you tried to turn away from him and back to your spot on the sand.

“I’m not leaving you to sleep on the fucking beach, you moron.”

Now you were close enough to see the annoyed glare that he pinned you under, giggling at his pinched expression as you slapped his chest in a weak attempt to have him release you.

“Ugh, you’re so boring,” you whined, letting yourself fall in his arms when you realized he was not letting you go. “Okay okay, I know, let’s tell each other secrets!” You clapped your palms against his chest, pulling his shirt when he groaned. “C’mon I’ll go first: I hate you. Like really hate you. But-” you lowered your tone to a conspiratorial whisper, “having sex with you was really good – I still hate you, though.”

“Venus–”

“Shh, it’s a secret,” you giggled, putting a finger against his lips. “Now you.”

“I–”

“You have really pretty eyes, you know that?” you mumbled as you looked into his blue eyes, forgetting the game you had been one-sided playing. “It’s so unfair…”

Rafe let out a long sigh.

“Anything more you want to tell me?” he asked, hands steadying by your shoulders as you swayed in place.

“Hmm… nope.”

“Good, then let’s get you home.”

“Wait!” you exclaimed, pulling at his hand as you let yourself fall to the sand again, laughing as he fell on his knees beside you. “Let’s watch the stars.”

He sighed again.

“I’m so close to just leaving you here.”

“Good, then go, goodbye,” you said as you frowned at him, slapping his hand away when he tried to lift you again.

You heard him sigh a third time, followed by a sound of resignation before you watched him sit down beside you. With a grunt, you used his arm to pull yourself into a sitting position, leaning against his shoulder for support as you turned your neck to look up.

“Aren’t the stars so pretty?” you whispered, shaking his arm when a moment passed without an answer.

“Yeah, guess they are.”

You kept staring up, feeling your lids drop the more you looked at the mess of gold, red, and silver dots that painted the dark blue sky. It was all so beautiful. You felt… content, even with Rafe beside you. He was still an asshole and you still couldn’t stand him, but he wasn’t being himself right now, for some weird reason your intoxicated brain couldn’t even wonder about.

Rafe cleared his throat beside you, snapping you out of your stupor.

“Can we go now?”

“Wait…” you murmured, closing your eyes for a moment as you took a deep breath of the clean ocean breeze. “Okay, we can go now.”

“Finally.”

He pulled you up and you yelped as you tripped over your own feet, allowing him to hold you straight against his chest. You looked up at his face, and a sudden thought made you bite your bottom lip.

No, don’t do it, warned a voice in the back of your mind that you promptly ignored.

Kissing Rafe felt… nice. Better than nice. You had thought so too when you had been naked under him just a week prior, moaning against his soft lips as he fucked you in a way you had never been fucked before.

Now felt no different.

You moaned into the kiss, intertwining your arms behind his neck as you pulled him closer, fingers tangling in his soft blond locks. One of his arms went around your waist, pulling you flat against his body as a hand cupped your cheek, forcing you to deepen the kiss. You did so gladly, enjoying the feel of his tongue against yours, shivering as his teeth swiftly pulled at your bottom lip.

You let yourself enjoy it, the possible outcome of it all pushed to the back of your mind. All you wanted right now was to kiss him, consequences be damned. You would deal with those when you were sober.

Rafe was the one breaking the kiss, and you almost cried as he lightly pushed you away. You wanted more than just one kiss, at this point, an insisting heat making you squeeze your thighs together.

“C’mon, you little tease,” he said, chuckling as you whined and tried to chase after his mouth. “Let’s get you home.”

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Part 4 ->

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lovely-showtimes · 7 months

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soft moments . . . ♡ (part one.)

characters - honami, minori, akito.

type - scenario.

warnings - i wanted them to be the same length (ish), and akito's ended up being the longest somehow... and also the most filled with romance? i'm so sorry honami & minori nation

a/n - first writing post since my break! hope you all enjoy!! in case anyone has been wondering where i've been, here's a longer post explaining my reasonings for being gone. as i'm intending to do something for my favorite member of each unit, part two will be the last two characters im missing!

"Ah, Hona! This place looks nice, doesn't it?"

Your girlfriend turns her attention to the café you were standing in front of. She studies it carefully, putting a hand to her chin in thought.

"I've never eaten here before... Although, I think a friend of mine has spoken about it before." She glances at you and smiles softly. "Maybe we could try it out?"

You nod eagerly, taking her hand and leading her inside. The atmosphere inside the cafe was pleasant, with quiet chatter coming from the people sitting at the tables, the gentle clanking of cutlery against plates, and soft music playing through the speakers.

The two of you were quickly seated. The chairs were surprisingly plush and comfortable, making you feel right at home immediately.

Honami scans the menu, her face creased in thought. You can't help but think this expression is cute on her - then again, no matter what she was doing, you'd think she was cute.

"I want to try this sandwich," she says, pointing to an option on the menu. "It's something I've never had before, but it sounds tasty..."

She looks up at you, smiling curiously. "What about you?"

You hum in thought, scanning it for yourself. You weren't actually all that hungry at the moment, so you decided to get something light.

"Maybe their specialty soup. It sounds pretty nice, plus I haven't actually had soup in a while." You respond, leaning your chin on your hands.

Honami looks satisfied by that, nodding and closing the menu. Before long, the two of you had ordered, and were now eating your meals.

"Man, I'm stuffed." You sigh in relief, leaning back after finishing your meal.

Honami had finished shortly before you, despite the fact her meal was bigger than yours. She clasps her hands together, looking quite pleased. "Did you enjoy your meal, love?"

You nod eagerly. "Mhm! Your friend was right about this place, the food's good."

Honami giggles lightly. "Then I suppose we'll have to come here on dates more often then, right?"

You grin right back at her. "Mhm! Definitely!"

After you had paid for the food you ordered and were leaving, you gently nudged Honami's side. "Wanna get some apple pies on the way home?"

Her eyes lit up in joy, making your heart feel warm and tingly. "Of course! We'll share them together!"

Beaming, Honami takes your hand in her gentle one, and leads you away.

You hum a gentle tune to yourself as you set out all of the baking ingredients on the kitchen countertop. You glance over at Minori, who was reading the recipe carefully.

"Thats's everything, right?"

After some thought, Minori beams and nods happily. "Mhm! That's all the ingredients we need! Now we can finally get to actually making the cupcakes!"

You excitedly clap your hands together, bouncing on the tips of your feet. You've always dreamed about baking with your girlfriend... it seemed so romantic to you!

"Let's get to it!" You exclaim, causing Minori to also bounce on her feet and lean over the recipe.

"Okay... First we need to measure out the flour..."

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The entire time the two of you had been baking, you had been hoping for some way to let you do a sweet romantic gesture for your girlfriend. Maybe when she's having trouble with something, I'll wrap my arms around her from behind and help her with it! Hehe, I'm sure that would make her swoon!

Despite your mini fantasies, however, no such opportunity arose. Minori was actually a really capable baker, which you probably should have guessed - she does work at a cafe, after all. You couldn't be too disappointed about this though, you had made a delicious batch of cupcakes! Well, you'd hoped so. They weren't done yet, they had just been put into the oven.

Minori hums a tune to herself as she starts putting the ingredients away. You had been a little zoned out as you watched her, before quickly snapping out of it and realising you should help.

You try to call out to Minori that you'll get the flour, but you don't manage to say it in time as you both pick it up at the same time and pull it towards yourself, causing the bag to tear a little and for flour to spill everywhere.

You immediately begin spewing apologies. "I'm so sorry! I should have called out sooner that I would get the flour, oh no..."

"No no, it's my fault!" Minori responds, shaking her head as she looks up at you with worried eyes. "I should have seen you were reaching for it and got something else! Oh, and now you're covered in flour..."

Well, you weren't covered. A little bit of it had gotten onto your face and hair, however. "Let me try and..."

Minori reaches up and tries to dust the flour off of you, but with her own flour-covered fingers, it only spreads the flour on your face.

"Ack!" Her worry grows, creasing her face further. "Oh goodness, I'm just making everything worse... I-I'm sorr-"

"Hey, it's okay!" You try to soothe her, clearly she felt more beat-up about this than you did. She probably thought that her bad luck was causing things to go wrong again. "Let's just put the flour away, and then start cleaning it up, alright? Plus, it's just a little flour on my face. I'll survive."

Minori still looks guilty, but your joking made her smile again. "Alright. And then we can pipe the icing, right?"

"Of course!" You beam. "But for now, let's get this all cleaned up."

You ring the doorbell and wait outside of the Shinonome household, hands clasped around the strap on your bag. You were fairly excited, as it wasn't often you actually came over to Akito's house. He usually came to yours.

Soon enough, Akito answered the door, his usual casual smile on his face as he opened the door.

"There you are. I was wondering if you were ever gonna show up," he lightly teases you, causing you to playfully roll your eyes.

"I'm a slow walker. Not my fault you live too far away from me." You walk past him as he shuts the door behind you. "Anyway, it doesn't matter, 'cause now I'm here and you have to deal with me for the rest of the night!"

Akito chuckles lightly as he leads you to his room, nudging you in the side. "Oh, the horror. How will I ever survive?"

You turn around and nudge him right back, slightly harder than he nudged you (although not nearly enough to hurt him). "Shut up, you love me."

Akito might have tried to nudge you back if you hadn't collapsed onto his bed, letting out a sigh of relief. "That's so much better... My legs hurt like hell."

Your boyfriend takes a seat beside you, eyeing the bag you brought with you. "Did you bring something to sleep in? That bag doesn't look very big."

You open the bag, shifting through it. "Of course I did! I made sure to put it out on my bed the night before so I wouldn't forget. Hold on..."

A few moments of silence pass. You shift through your bag with increasing worry as Akito's amusement at your shortcomings grows.

"I... It- It's here, hold on..."

Akito folds his arms, leaning forward. "I think you forgot your bedclothes."

"I might have... done that." You clear your throat and avert your gaze, your cheeks flushing slightly in embarrassment.

Akito shrugs, getting up and beginning to root through his closet. "It's fine. I've got this hoodie that's pretty oversized on me, you should be able to use it just fine."

Your eyes light up in joy and you smile, eager to wear his clothes. "Thank you, 'Kito!! You're the best!"

You jump up and wrap your arms around him in a tight hug, causing him to yelp and almost drop the hoodie he was holding.

"Your hugs are weirdly strong for someone who can barely walk to my house," he sighs and hugs you back, smiling.

You narrow your eyes at him and pull away, pretending to be annoyed by that comment.

Akito laughs again at your misfortune (which you think is rather rude of him, to be honest!) before sitting down on his bed, pulling his laptop over and opening it.

Intrigued, you sit beside him, leaning on his shoulder to watch the screen. "What are you doing?"

"We're gonna watch a movie, aren't we?" He glances at you out of the corner of his eye before pulling up his streaming service platform of choice. "We always do that whenever I stay over at yours."

You'd kind of forgotten about that. But it makes sense - what else were you gonna do? Talk? Cuddle? Both at the same time? That sounded really nice actually, but it was probably too late for that now.

"Right. What are we watching?"

"A movie Kohane told me about. Apparently her and An went to go see it together, and they both liked it."

Sounded pretty good to you. You trusted An and Kohane's taste in movies.

Akito made sure the two of you were comfortable before putting the movie on, which included wrapping a blanket around the two of you.

The movie played on, but you weren't paying attention. The warmth of the blanket, combined with Akito's comforting presence and the feeling of his head resting on yours was making you feel pretty sleepy. You at least tried to pay attention to the movie, but your eyelids were getting heavy.

"Hey, 'Kito?"

"Hm?" He shifts his head slightly to look at you.

"I lied earlier," you confess sleepily as your eyes gradually close. "I didn't forget my bedclothes. I just wanted to wear your clothes."

Akito is silent for a few moments, before you hear the rumbling of his laughter against the side of your head. "I should've known. You were way too eager when I told you you could wear it. You're the worst, you know?"

You didn't respond. You had already fallen asleep.

Akito watches you for a few moments before stopping the movie and putting it down, pulling you closer and getting the two of you into a comfier position.

"Sleep well."

#♡ ~ love letter sent!#project sekai x reader #imagines #honami mochizuki x reader #minori hanasato x reader #akito shinonome x reader #mochizuki honami x reader #hanasato minori x reader #shinonome akito x reader

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alphaketoglutaricacid · 14 days

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Namari is the first of laios old party that gets reintroduced into the story before dungeon meshi really shows it's hand about the bigger themes it wants to tackle. Theres a lot of sneaky setup during her two chapters. Lets talk about her!

Dungeon meshi starts out as kind of a straight forward fun dungeon adventure amoungst adventurers and friends. Namari notably, throws a wrench in this perception while maintaining that lighthearted tone--notably, through introducing the fact Laios is a weak leader. Namari was in the party since the start. She was clearly in a bad situation at the time where adventuring was her only option bc she didnt have enough money to even get off the island. Despite that, she stayed in the party despite the fact she needs money bc she liked the comraderie. Sad that she felt like she had to choose between getting out of debt or having ppl she could be honest to.

All three party members who left did not have their needs properly met. Falin let her life be dictated by laios and marcille and was too passive to try to make choices for herself. She ends up getting eaten trying to save them + then puppetted around by thistle as a result of marcilles attempt (sucess) at reviving her (+ ends up starving the whole time) . I think shuro got kidnapped into laios party and then steamrolled over bc hes just so bad at saying no + also seemed to have never chosen anything for himself in his lyfe.

Theres a clear parallel between laios lack of attention towards these threes needs and his lack of attention that he was hungry at the fight.

Laios treated his like a group of friends going out adventuring without any regard to the needs of the group. Yeah, you could say they couldve told him, but as a leader its kinda ur job to actively keep tabs on this. And Namari really exemplifies this bc she really is in dire straits, her joining the party was out of desparation, and her need for money was getting ignored for years. That she even brought this up to the siblings and they still went on a dangerous expedition and didn't take missions aimed at making money is kinda like.. wow......

It takes a near death experience for her to realize she has really got to go actually achieve her goals —but crucially I feel if laios took more jobs to make money, she wouldnt have left at that crucial moment. I think theres an argument to be made that shuro probs wouldnt have left if namari didnt bc hes a passivity king and may have been more willing to get his retainers to work w laios party if they didnt both mutually agree laios wasnt cut out to lead the party to try to rescue falin. Which I dont think is an unfair assessment of his skills at the time.

Like he is well intentioned and doesnt mean anything bad by it but theres a limit to the amount of carelessness you can have as a leader. Later on, shuros going to have similar complaints and hes going to be much less nice abt it.

Anyways, i think its interesting the party namari aligns herself w afterwards is the right hand man of the lord of the island, awfully close to the occupation her father held before he disapeared after getting caught for money laundering. In her intro, she keeps her guard up from mr tansu and the party bc shes jaded about either having to accept a job for money or to be friends w her new party. I think this may be partially bc she let herself get dragged around for too long in laios party bc she had a soft spot for em. But after sharing a meal , having laios affirm his trust in her, and actively communicating w mr tansu shes able to get both the money she needs to climb outta debt and a good working relationship w the tansus and the twins by clarifying specifically how she feels. I think tansus a bit suspicious bc he thinks shes just in for the money and disregards her feelings as a result. I think theres a bit of an undertone that the way he treats her like a human shield reminds her of how she was cleaning up her fathers messes all the time as a kid.

Crucially, I think this is the turning point for how she acts bc she has so much love to give to the world! She needed to have this basic need taken care of before she oculd help other people. She goes down to the morgue to check for falin. She agrees to help kabru after hearing his motives w utaya even tho theres nothing in it for her. Shes the one who reaches her hand up to support him when he almost gets trampled by the adventurers in the dungeon.

I think seeing ppl help him without asking anything in return helped kabru be more open towards other, which leads to him throwing his lot w laios despite all his doubts.

Doesnt rat out laios party under the threat of interregation tho also it seemed shuro was just 🤐 abt it. She tells tansu shes headed down w shuros retainers to rescue him when he gets kicked like a football into the dungeon - also a nice bit of character development that she clearly wants to help laios w the water spirit and only goes w tansus permission, but here she takes the initiative and tells him she'll report if she sees anything funny. Crucially she throws her lot against the elves, who are the closest to power at great risk to herself. (tho lowkey she may lose her livelihood if the elves take over so there may be a bit of self interest there + her patron is in charge of some of it).

constantly asking shuro for his input bc she knows hes shy

able to support marcille when shes in tears after losing her dream falin and laios despite feeling awkward towards her (kinda interesting parallel w how shuro feels hes bad w laios

For the two of em, think laios failed them as their leader, so they leave. And afterwards, their relationship improves bc they can truely dedicate themselves to what they want from him as their friends--running a legendary sabatoge against the elf cops so he doesnt go to jail!!!

I think theres something to the fact shes the one shown being eaten by the lion when time stops. Then also the one in the mana realm happy that she’d never have to struggle or hunger again. Her whole life seemed to be cleaning up her fathers messes, getting cast out for her fathers messes, just a constant struggle w the dwarves not seeing her as someone worth being in their community and drifting around without a place to belong. Even tho she found ppl now it doesnt change what happened w her. It's sad. But she also accepts she has to go back and face the future.

her love for music and dance is interesting- how like something communal that draws others in spontaneously is something she feels close to

also interesting is her interactions w other races--seems like she primarily interacted w dwarves for the first few years of her life, w just tenous connections to people of other races and it was getting so suddenly ejected that got her there. No coincidence that shes the one who goes in between the orcs and elves towards the finale to go hey we are on the same side. Also not a coincidence she gets along so well w the twins who were abandoned by their families and taken in by gnomes but also always feeling a little out of place in that community.

Tansu clearly stand in for her dad : ( her mom walked out when she was young : ( honestly im really happy she gets a family of a sort w them.

Im also glad she still has her own interest in weaponry and design even tho its tainted w her fathers actions

Her friendship w shuro is so fun. You wouldn't expect them to get along so well bc they seem so different on the surface and namaris blunt in a way that ud think be offputting to shuro and he kinda indirect in a way that would piss her off but theyre very often on the same wavelength.

da warriors bond...no words are needed i think they might be using telepathy. once u get below the surface they have a lot in common.

family issues so severe it managed to creep onto a thrid person thats not their parent

pretty pragmatic ppl at their core (eg. shuros less mad about ancient magic being wrong and more that theyre gonna go to jail for 10000 years before chimera falin apears, his gripe about eating monsters seems more being about youll get food poisening that way etc. namari placing herself close to power in her new party, her insistance on getting paid, checkin the morgue for falin,when things get too complicated she focuses on what she can do now).

seemed to have suffered pretty badly under laios leadership

both seem to be treated as outcasts on the island, namari despite growing up there , shuro for being a forienger even tho 4/6 ppl on his party are foreign

theres interesting contrasts w her replacement senshi, in the way theyre both outcasts in the dwarven community and the way their family/partys legacies weigh heavily for them. but i ran out of steam

shes good at keeping ppl grounded and has a good inventory of ppls strengths. of the three ppl who left the party, i think she has the best potential to be a good leader at the start.

shes pretty linked to the community of adventurers as a whole but (u guessed it) i ran out of steam

I think a lot of her role in the story parallels w the theme that u need careful boundaries and consideration of other ppls needs to be an effective leader, something chilchuck hits upon a lot. but also you need to take care of your own needs first (senshis running theme) and be able to take good inventory of your desires to face the future (izutsumis running theme)

#Dungeon meshi spoilers #namari #every day on this blog i just rant abt something random.... got bless

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joelslastofus · 1 year

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[SUMMARY: Joel secretly sleeps with Maria's younger sister after finding his brother Tommy. Tommy and Maria warn you not to get too close with Joel knowing how cold he can be.]

Being stared down by Joel as he fucked you in the closet had that effect on you.

TW: anxiety attacks, Age difference

Smut

Joel and Liz

Maria had told you Tommy had finally found his brother. You had yet to meet him and had never really heard much about him. Anything spoken of Tommy's brother seemed secretive between him and Maria and so you left it alone. Providing reading classes for the kids at that community was what kept you busy, you had no family, but Tommy and Maria were as close as that.

Maria figured Tommy had taken his brother somewhere that he could have a meal. She told you she would introduce you to his brother and explained he had a young girl with him who you could take for a reading class while the men settled their situation.

Walking to a table you saw Tommy across from an older looking man, he was handsome, rugged and he looked hungry not taking his eyes off his plate.

"Hey, Joel..Ellie," Maria spoke in a welcoming tone.

"This is my sister Liz," the man looked up at you, locking eyes for a moment. Tommy instantly noticing the way he looked at you, he knew that look very well. Joel was attracted to you, a simple glance showed him this. Tommy was like an over protective brother of yours, he knew all the pain you endured and you had just started to feel more in control of yourself again.

"She great with the kids." Tommy spoke trying to distract Joel's eyes from you.

"She's been with us for some time now, she's family." Tommy's words making Joel turn to him. He knew what his brother meant.

"Nice to meet you both," you smiled at them.

"Ellie was it? You should come join my reading class, it's going to start in a bit-"

"I already know how to read," Ellie mumbled looking down at her food.

"Ellie, mind your manners." Joel turned to her correcting her.

"Go on, some reading can do you some good. I'll be right here." Ellie sighed as she got up and walked toward you. Trying to welcome her with a smile Joel cleared his throat making her look back at him. With just a look she got the message and turned back to you with a forced smile. Maria leaving the room with you and Ellie, neither of you noticed Joel catching a subtle glance at the sway of your hips walking away.

"Don't even think about it," Tommy muttered making Joel look at him.

"That's Maria's sister-"

"Relax, I ain't looking for nothing. I got more important things on my mind." Joel knew he wasn't being completely honest. He wasn't looking for anything but he couldn't deny that you caught his attention.

"Besides, last time I checked you're the trouble maker, but I guess since ya made it big here you know everything now, don't ya?" Joel looked at him directly across the table as Tommy pressed his lips together. Many things had changed his Joel lost his daughter, he became more cold, distant and he was never himself again..

You noticed during the class Ellie didn't seem interested to read anything. It was easy to tell she was a young girl who has been through a lot of trauma.

"If you really don't want to read you don't have to." You spoke softly beside her making her look over at you. She didn't respond yet somehow looked comforted that you didn't force her to do something she didn't want to.

Later after the class Maria took Ellie to have a snack. You organized all the books in a box before looking up and realizing Joel was at the doorway.

"Oh hi," you smiled as he seemed hesitant about stepping inside.

"Ellie just left with Maria to get something to eat,"

"How'd she behave?" He asked as you picked up the box and walked towards the shelf.

"She did good-crap" you tip toed trying to reach the empty spot at the top almost dropping the box. Joel quickly walked inside and caught it standing right behind you.

"Sorry, a lot heavier than I thought." You chuckled as you both placed the box steady on the shelf. Distracted in trying to get it in place you hadn't realized just how close he was to you until you turned around. Once again the two of you locking eyes in a way that seemed to hypnotize the both of you. You couldn't explain what you were feeling whenever he looked at you but it made your heart skip a beat.

"Everything alright?" Maria's voice made you both quickly back away from each other, you turned to the shelf finding something to move around.

"Uh, yes. Just putting supplies away." You responded anxiously as Joel stared at Maria in silence before leaving the room. Once he left you turned to Maria who you found with her arms crossed and a raised brow.

"What was Joel saying to you?"

"Nothing? He was just helping me put some stuff away." You explained with a confused expression.

"Listen Liz, you don't know Joel. He's not a bad man but-"

"You don't know him either, Maria."

"I know what Tommy has told me." She responded bluntly.

"Nothings going to happen with us, you can give Tommy my word." You assured her, after all it wasn't on your mind at all.

"It's just...he's been through a lot and you've come a long way. We're just looking out for you." She insisted before leaving the room. Your sister of all people knew how sensitive you could be and considering the things she heard about Joel, she felt he wasn't the best for you to have any interest with.

Joel watched as Ellie met a friend, another young girl as he stood afar. She looked happy for the first time in months..Joel found himself almost smiling before his brother appeared beside him.

"Is your girlfriend done warning Liz about me?" Joel asked bluntly staring straight ahead. His question making his brother turn to him confused.

"What exactly have you told Maria about me? Seems everyone knows me more than I do." Joel crossed his arms.

"Just promise me while you're here Liz is off limits." Joel didn't say a word and instead gave him a silent nod as he looked away.

The next morning Joel stood alone outside in the cold. It was just before sunrise as he took advantage of the silence and began to think. It wasn't something he liked to do, if anything he did his best to avoid it but things were complicated. Getting deep into his thoughts about Ellie he felt his heart begin to race, what if he didn't make it? What if Ellie didn't make it? He felt weak, he felt like a failure, Sarah's face coming to mind, his chest began to feel tight.

"Joel?" Your voice echoed in the background as he leaned on the wall feeling cold sweats creep up on him. His hand on his chest, he didn't look too good.

"Joel you ok?" You rushed beside him seeing how pale he was before he finally looked up at you, with eyes with a desperate call for help.

"Let me get Tommy," just as you turned to run off he grabbed your wrist stopping you.

"No-" he struggled to speak as he pushed his body back up straight, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before taking a deep breath and released your arm.

"Are you alright?" You tilted your head taking a step closer to him.

"Maybe we should get you to your room," you gently placed your hands on his arm and walked with him leading the way. Looking behind you hoping Tommy or Maria would be close by you sighed as you entered his room with him.

"Are you sure you're ok?" You asked as he walked inside.

"I'm fine, Ellie still asleep?" Joel asked as he leaned on the small table.

"Yes, she's in the room with a few other kids. She's fine." You assured him as you stepped closer beside him.

"Joel?" You whispered before he looked over at you.

"I'm fine." He responded stubbornly and looked away.

"I think we should call Tommy just incase-"

"I told you no," he spoke a little louder than he meant to and sighed.

"I just needed a minute." He stood up straight adjusting his jacket as you stood aside in silence.

"Well, I think I'll go now..if you're ok." Joel was serious as he looked over at you.

"Do I look like I need any help?" Joel's rude response caught you a bit by surprise, but then again you didn't know this man.

"No. I just meant- just forget it. If you need anything or whatever, you know where to find us." You walked out without giving him a chance to respond. Joel closed his eyes disappointed in himself, he didn't mean to react the way he did. He wasn't a man of much explanation, especially when it had to do with his daughter. He wasn't a man that was used to feeling as weak as he felt now. Maybe after all, Maria and Tommy were right about him you thought to yourself.

The next day you had just finished a class and was happy to see Ellie was more involved after making a friend. The group moved onto lunch as you began to put the books away not noticing Joel had stood by doorway. He silently watched for a moment, observing your features, your full lips and long curly hair. You were a beautiful woman that seemed so genuinely concerned for him the night before. You seemed much different than the women he had come across, he found himself thinking a lot about you after you left the room, as much as he tried to stop himself. Clearing his throat he caught your attention making you look up.

"Oh, it's you." You responded dryly as you looked back down. He expected that response before slowly walking inside and closing the door behind him.

"How'd Ellie do today?"

"Oh she did much better, she's making friends. I guess that's what happens when you're nice to people." You spoke with sarcasm.

"Look, about this morning I didn't mean to be a dick."

"Well I'm glad we can both agree that you were a dick," you looked up at him and took a deep breath.

"Ok, fair." He watched as you delicately placed each book neatly in the box, once again stepping closer to you making you look up.

"Is there anything I can help you with? That is if you need any help of course." You squinted your eyes at him, he couldn't help but smirk at your response.

"Alright I get it, I was an asshole."

"Hm." You raised a brow before walking around the table until he purposely blocked your way.

"Excuse me." You looked up directly at him but he didn't move. Instead he grabbed the box out of your hand and took it to the shelf.

"I can do that-" you quickly walked up behind him as he placed the box down, not expecting him to turn back to you and be so close, you lost your balance taking a step back. Joel's hand quickly wrapped around your waist pulling you toward him. In that moment you froze, not realizing you held on to him, your eyes softened looking up at him, catching him looking at your lips.

"Joel-" you whispered but before you knew it he unexpectedly leaned in and kissed you. His hands quickly pulled you in closer to him, your arms wrapping around his neck you kissed him back eagerly. His lips trailing down to the side of your neck you moaned softly holding him close. This wasn't what you were suppose to be doing, hell he promised Tommy he wouldn't, but neither of you cared. He continued to kiss your neck and slowly moved down until he pulled your tank top low enough to reveal your breast.

"What are you doing..." your words trailed off as you felt his lips closing around your nipple. You felt him flick his tongue around it as you dug your fingers into his thick hair. Soon you felt him tugging at your pants starting to pull them down.

"Joel" you whispered looking back at the door. No one seemed to be around as he pulled them off in one shot.

"What if Tommy-" he stood back up interrupting your question with his lips. Without you realizing he led you into the big walk in closet inside the room and closed the door. The sound of the door closing making your eyes open, slightly pushing him back.

"I can't, I promised Tommy." You whispered noticing he wouldn't take his eyes off your lips.

"So did I," his eyes reaching yours.

"I know but-"

"You let me worry about my brother." He continued to kiss you before turning you around.

"Joel...I haven't done this in a while," you whispered nervously. It was true, it had been years, yet somehow you felt comfort with Joel like you hadn't felt before.

"Then I'll just have to guide you through it." He kissed the side of your neck. Excitement rushing through you as you heard the sound of his belt unbuckle, throwing his shirt to the ground he pulled you back to him. Was this really happening with a man you barely knew? Nothing seemed to matter at this point in time. The feel of his skin against yours sending shivers up your spine. His hands grabbing your waist as he adjusted himself behind you. The head of his cock poking at your opening, he knew you'd be tight.

"Easy...open your legs for me first baby.." you felt his hand slide in front between your thighs. His fingers slowly parting your lips before he began to play with your clit.

"Get you nice and ready for me," he whispered in a voice that made you rest your head back against him. He moved his finger in a circular motion on your clit, slowly making you more aroused.

"That feel good, baby?" He continued slowly as you moaned.

"Mhm.." Feeling your body relax against him, he knew you were ready. Sliding his finger down your slit he felt how wet you quickly became.

"Oh yeah.." he moaned against you as he pulled his hand away. You felt the head of his cock begin to poke at your opening again, he teased you sliding the tip in and out before thrusting fully inside you. Gasping loudly you stood still feeling the fullness of him inside. You couldn't remember the last time you had a man touch you this way, your hands against the wall you moaned as he thrusted into you. He panted watching your ass bounce off him as he grabbed a chunk of your hair and tugged hard at it. You screamed as your head was pulled back, another tug making you moan which only excited him more until you both suddenly heard someone walk in the room.

"Liz?" You gasped before Joel's hand quickly covered your mouth.

It was Maria.

"Shh" Joel whispered against your ear as he continued to fuck you.

"I can't find Liz or Joel anywhere."

"Maybe they're with Ellie." Tommy's voice appeared making you panic. Joel pulled your body back against him tightly, his hand still covering your lips while the other squeezed your breast. He kissed the side of your neck, his movement was passionately aggressive and you loved it. Joel made you feel wanted. He didn't stop even with his brother just outside the door, each thrust only bringing you closer to an orgasm. A muffled whimper escaping your lips making Joel tighten his hand on your mouth, he felt your body weaken against him.

"What was that?" Tommy looked back with a raised brow. You squeezed your eyes shut and Joel slowed down.

"Shh...nice and easy.." he whispered in an hoarse voice against your ear. Slowly he turned you around and carefully carried you up on a stool by the wall. Sliding himself back inside you he hissed with his hands holding your legs up. Each stroke hitting new waves of pleasure like you had never felt before as you held yourself up.

Once again the sensation in the pit of your stomach slowly building up, you could feel yourself about to cum.

"Joel-" you whispered anxiously feeling the intensity building up.

"Did you check the other room?" Tommy's question made your eyes widen as you looked at the door. Joel noticed your panic and grabbed your face turning it to him.

"Look at me." He whispered roughly, his dark eyes staring deep into yours. You could hear Maria speak in the background but you were no longer paying attention to what was being said. Being stared down by Joel as he fucked you in the closet had that effect on you. He moved faster making you pant, his fingers pressing into your cheeks as he looked down and watched himself slide in and out of you before he looked up.

"Cum for me," his low raspy voice demanded and without control your body arched, your eyes rolled back, your lips parting but before you could scream he planted his lips on yours and felt you tighten up around him. Joel muffled your moans continuing to thrust, putting your arms around him you dug your nails into his back.

"Oh f-" Joel choked out against your lips catching you off guard.

"What?" You whispered quickly just as he pushed himself against you one last time and stood still. He groaned low against your ear as you gasped realizing he never pulled out.

"Let's go see if they're with Ellie," Tommy spoke before you heard them both walk out and the door close. Joel still against you, inside you as you breathed in relief.

"Joel..did you just-" before you could finish he pulled away and turned his back to you as he began to clean himself up and get dressed. A sinking feeling in Joel's chest, he couldn't bare to look you in the eyes. The man had barely known you yet somehow felt some kind of attachment to you that somehow deepened when he swore he wouldn't allow it. You were younger than him, a-lot nicer than he was...too nice for him. Pushing yourself off the stool you felt confused as you quietly got yourself dressed. Joel zipped up his pants as you slowly walked towards him and placed your hand on his arm.

"Joel?" He turned to you with furrowed brows and took a deep breath.

"This was a mistake," he blurt out leaving you confused.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"You heard me," he walked around you to grab his jacket and walked out the closet.

"Where are you going? Joel wait-" he turned back to you with intense eyes.

"Look, this was not suppose to happen. I ain't the man for this." He spoke low yet sternly.

"But-"

"But nothing, I leave tomorrow with Ellie and you can forget this happened. Whatever your sister said about me was right." With those last words Joel walked out of the room leaving you in shock and confusion. Tears building up in your eyes you threw the books to the floor, how stupid could you be to have trusted him.

If you have any ideas for a part 2 let me know! Thank you

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yujeong · 10 months

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So, there's this fic I want to write for months now about the first time Pete says "I love you" to Vegas and it made me want to make a post about it as well. I truly believe saying that phrase is a huge deal to Pete and I want to explain why.

Starting with the fact that I loved, loved, LOVED that in the show, he never said it. Not directly, anyway. He didn't shoot Vegas when he had the chance, he shot Vegas when it was necessary to save him, he told him he was right there, he told him he was hungry, he told him he's following his heart. All of those things are different ways of saying "I love you" but it's not the phrase itself. And that's important because it truly showcases the core aspects of Pete's character.

Pete isn't like Vegas. Both of them are very emotional but the way they express their emotions is almost the complete opposite. Vegas is letting them get out of control, spilling out of him, while Pete is keeping them deeply locked up inside him until they eventually explode and he can't contain them anymore. Both of them at first are unwilling to recognise how they feel about the other, the changes that are happening inside of them but Vegas comes to the realization quicker than Pete and tells him so. All of this is why Vegas saying the phrase out loud in contrast to Pete never saying it makes perfect sense in the narrative.

I truly believe that Pete has this feeling in his chest which he isn't even sure what it's called or even if it's what most people would call it but it's so strong for Vegas that he knows he can't live without it so he decided to chase after it. There's this incredible fic by LuckyDiceKirby called "even the clearest water" that has an exchange between Vegas and Pete, in which Vegas asks him if Pete loves him and Pete replies with this:

"I don’t know. How could I know what that feels like? I’m not that kind of person. You make my teeth ache. You make the world bright, like it’s real. It hurts. It’s hurt since I met you, but that means I can never forget I’m alive."

I cannot tell you what I even felt when I read that. It was a mix of pure awe and enlightenment, because it was what I had been thinking after watching the show but was unable to put into words.

Now, as I was writing this post, a thought popped into my head related to this and I want to express it. I think the fandom unanimously agrees that Vegas has the capacity for kindness and softness due to Macau, the wonderful, perfect, sweet little gremlin angel of my heart. Macau is the reason Vegas even knows what love is, otherwise starved for it because no one else in his life gives it to him in any way, share or form until Pete comes along.

This got me thinking: who does Pete have in his life to show him what love and affection is?

At first glance, Pete's environment seems fine and way better than Vegas'. He has people that care about him, he has friends, he has a nice room, his grandma sends him meals that he's allowed to eat in his room. Is this actually true though? Is the main family as kind and sweet and full of affection as it seems?

Well...no, it's not. All of this is superficial. Pete got forgotten the moment Kinn had Porsche in his arms (and bed). No one remembered him except Tankhun, who we could argue also loves Pete superficially and doesn't really view him as a person (I love Tankhun and I say that affectionately. I think post canon he has the potential to change his way of thinking and behaviour towards his bodyguards).

But what about Pete's grandma?, I hear people say. Well, she is the only person Pete says "I love you" to but is this enough to claim that he knows what love is? When he doesn't live with her, doesn't have the ability to physically touch her for comfort whenever he needs to, can't talk to her freely without surveillance? He only gets a glimpse of it and if we also include the fact that he works for the main family for years, he's been deprived of love almost all of his life. No wonder the poor man is confused and doesn't realise what he's feeling for Vegas. He wasn't even a person until the safehouse.

The environments Vegas and Pete grew up in shaped them into who they became and it's evident if you think about it in the way I described above: Vegas' environment is cruel and unforgiving with a speck of actual love in the form of his brother and Pete's is presumably kind but devoid of substance. I'm oversimplifying this of course but I think the core aspects of how he lives in the main family play an important role in Pete's character.

All in all, Pete is a brilliantly written character and I want to thank the writing team and Build for giving him to me. I truly hope that when I manage to write this fic, I'll do his character justice.

#Pete has consumed my brain #I had promised two other meta posts but i couldn't help myself #Thinking about Pete 24/07 #The relationship between Pete and love fascinates me #I can't believe this show makes me think of things unsaid as much as things that were said #Truly fantastic #kinnporche the series #vegaspete #pete phongsakorn saengtham

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scoops-aboy86 · 2 months

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I'll send somethin' for the kiss ask game prompts!

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💕 kissing somewhere other than lips

(send a heart to make me write meme)

I'm just going to post this, because it's actually my second attempt. The first I'm going to save for the vampire Eddie fic I'm working on... Both are sad, because this is a rough week/month, and I don't feel like doubling this currently 1.2k word count on this to resolve it into a happy ending right now.

But I am open to suggestions on where to go with it, to keep in my back pocket for finishing it later.

They’re not dating, but Eddie spends a lot of time at Steve’s big house for someone who still technically lives in the local trailer park.

They’re not dating, but he lets Steve dote on him. Eddie shares his weed without even bothering to charge him anymore, which is a friendship perk that historically only his band mates enjoy; Steve, in turn, provides movies and meals and snacks in between.

They’re not dating, but when they’re both stoned as fuck they twine together on the couch, alternating who’s laying on who because it’s warm and nice and they’re both a little touch starved. It’s started happening even when Robin is there, and she keeps side-eyeing them like she’s waiting for some sort of announcement of What It Means.

Which is ridiculous because they’re just friends. Steve doesn’t even kiss him on the mouth; he kisses him everywhere else.

Like now, when Steve is sprawled half on top of him and half wedged in against the back of the couch, mouth on the soft part of Eddie’s shoulder. It’s all soft—all those snacks have done their work, all the lounging around Steve’s living room while still recovering from the Upside Down too, and Eddie is comfortable with this larger, well-padded version of himself. Steve’s kisses work their way gently down to his pecs, sucking one nipple into his hot, hungry mouth while teasing at the other with his fingers, cupping what could just about be called a tit in one hand—and it barely fits. One of Steve’s legs is draped over and shoved between Eddie’s, pressing against the one place he isn’t soft these days, and Eddie’s mouth is free as a bird to spout off whatever suggestive, pleading filth he wants.

Except he doesn’t, because they’re not dating and Steve isn’t his and he doesn’t know where the line is, doesn’t know where he’d have to stop and self-control isn’t exactly in his repertoire these days or he wouldn’t be not-making-out with Steve fucking Harrington. Eddie is far from silent though, letting out moans and gasps and pleading little whines, wordless but clearly saying keep going, keep doing that, never stop. And Steve, day after day, lazy afternoon after lazy afternoon, keeps obliging him. What had started as helpful belly rubs after a big meal has somehow evolved into this, and Eddie would be lying if he said that isn’t part of why he’s really been packing it on lately, because he’s a weak, weak man and it all feels so good. Feels so good to have Steve in any capacity, touching him, taking care of him, being so sweet and perfect and Steve.

So they don’t talk while they do things like this, and they don’t talk about it after, and it’s all fine because they’re not dating and Eddie can be content, he can be, with this arrangement.

Steve's lips are wet with spit and trailing down his chest now, scooting down on the couch, wriggling out and pressing Eddie more onto his back so he can drape over him fully, and it’s good. All the way down to where his shorts are unbuttoned—because that’s all it takes to set this off now, is Eddie reaching down to make himself a little more comfortable, and then Steve is on him—and nipping at where his belly starts to pooch out into a roll, gripping his thighs, sliding one hand up to grip him through the denim, and…

Something in Eddie’s head (or maybe his heart) snaps. It’s not fine. It’s undefined, it’s the elephant in the room, it’s nothing because they’ve never even tried to put a name to it, just shoved it in a corner and pretended it wasn’t there. And Eddie is sick and fucking tired of pretending. He almost died in March and life is too short to wallow in something he wants but can’t ever have, never moving on because there’s some comfort in the suggestion of having Steve like this, at least, but the comfort is ultimately hollow because, at the end of the day, he doesn’t have anything.

He reaches down, slides his fingers into Steve’s luxurious hair, and pulls. Just enough to get the guy’s attention away from tongue-fucking his belly button—Jesus H. Christ—and is only a little surprised when the tug elicits a moan. “Steve,” he tries roughly, and has to stop to clear his throat. “What are we doing?”

Never before has he seen Steve Harrington look so caught out. And Eddie had been there the day Steve had been caught making out with a cheerleader under the bleachers when he should have been leading the basketball team out into the school gym during a rally.

“I, uh.” His face is beet red, and maybe he wants to run but he can’t exactly go anywhere when Eddie has him by the roots. “I was just…”

When he doesn’t continue, Eddie sighs and shakes his head, letting go. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He’s trying so hard to pretend that this isn’t devastating, this yanking the plug that he should have pulled a long time ago before his heart filled up with it, and in its absence he’ll have nothing. Not even a friend, probably, because that’s what happens when you let yourself become some straight guy’s experiment. “I don’t want ‘just,’ Harrington, so… I think I’m gonna go.”

Steve is still hovering over him, frozen, but Eddie wriggles out until he can rock into a sitting position and starts to wedge himself back into his shorts—a difficult task, embarrassingly more because his dick has yet to get with the new program than anything else.

“I,” Steve tries again weakly, but Eddie doesn’t even pause in his efforts to button back up. Forget the zipper, he’s just glad he didn’t wear a cropped shirt today and can let it hang down to cover himself, which… sort of works. It’ll get him back to his van, at least.

“It’s fine,” he says, standing up without looking at Steve. “Just, next time there’s a movie night or something, be specific with the kids about whether or not you want me to come or they’ll invite me anyway. Wouldn’t want that surprise with all the witnesses, right? And if we do run into each other, I’ll take my cues from you on how to… handle it.”

As he says all this, he’s gathering up his stuff. It’s not much, a couple of notebooks and his lunchbox, which he’d brought over for their hangout smoke session… Really just code for ending up with an excuse to fool around. Nothing more than that, though. Steve has never even kissed him on the mouth.

Then he’s out of there, all his shit dumped haphazardly in the empty passenger seat and driving home, and Steve hadn’t even tried to stop him. He wonders if the guy is still crouched on his couch, looking shell shocked with his lips kissed red and a tent in his tiny basketball shorts. Wonders if that’s the last time he’ll ever see Steve, if that image is the one that’s going to follow him around for the rest of his life or if it’ll end up being something worse. Maybe he should move. That had always been the plan, blow this popsicle stand the second he got his diploma, but he’d stayed…

Well. He’d stayed for Steve, but he has to wonder now that the point of that was ever supposed to be, because.

It’s not like they’re dating.

now with a part 2 - also on ao3

#steddie angst #wg steddie #chubby eddie munson #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #scoops words #steviewashere #ask #wg not dating

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Sugar High

Baker!Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: it's 1996, and Eddie has changed his entire life around to become a baker with his own bakery. You are his new baking assistant fresh out of culinary school.

Warnings: slight angst, slight fluff, Eddie is a prick, but he'll soften up soon. Heavy making out, thigh riding. Heavy making out and grinding.

Not proofread. Allow your brain to fix what mistakes were made.

18+minors dni

It was the end of January going into February. You had just graduated culinary school. Quitting your job as a cook in a random diner by your apartment. You wanted to find something more up your alley.

Throwing your coat on as you leave your apartment building. You had a job interview at this bakery almost a mile from your home. The little pastry shop was on a corner across the street from a record store. "Master of Pastries" was in big bright letters on the front . You couldn't miss it even if you tried, you could smell it a mile away. The bakery was run by a man named Eddie Munson. You spoke to him on the phone, and he seemed more than pleased to give you a shot. His former assistant had to relocate after getting married.

Walking up to the glass doors, a wave of fresh baked brownies fill your nose. A woman at the register greets you, and you tell her you're here for the job interview. "Okay, I'll go get my boss. I'll be right back." She goes to the back, and a man with long hair pulled back follows her out. He's wearing a tight fitted black t-shirt with an apron covered in flour. He has frosting on his nose and forehead. He walks over to you and greets you.

"Hi, im Eddie. You must be the one I spoke to on the phone."

"Yes, that's me it's nice to meet you." You smile brightly at him.

He walks past you, and you follow him to the other side of the shop where there are a few tables. He pulls out your chair and jesters for you to have a seat. "So tell me what makes you want to do this type of work?"

"Well, I just finished culinary school, and I'd thought I should try it out."

He nods his head and pulls a cigarette from behind his ear, and lights it up. He picks up your portfolio and smirks to himself. "Have you ever done this type of work before? "

"No, sir, but I'm sure I'll catch on quickly if you just give me a chance."

Nodding his head "Okay you start tomorrow. I want you to hear bright and early. 6:00 am. on the dot."

You look at him, confused for a moment. Why so early? I mean, it's just baking cakes and frosting them. How hard could that be? You think to yourself. He raises his brows to you. "Is that a problem?" He said in a stern tone.

"Oh, uh, no, sir, no problem at all." You said nervously.

He stands up and starts heading back to the kitchen. You grab your portfolio and the other information you provided. The woman at the counter gives you a smile of sympathy. Pushing the door open to head home, you hear the baker call for you.

"Yes?" You paused, stopping midway through the door.

"Don't be late. I hate tardiness." His tone still stern

Nodding, you rush out the door and practically run back to your apartment. The moment you made it through your door, you let out a deep sigh of relief. Why is he kind of an ass? You think to yourself. You never have had such an awkward experience in your life. How can a man who bakes sweets for a living be kind of a dick? The interview only lasted for a good five minutes. Your phone call lasted way longer than that. He seemed so friendly and sweet on the phone. The man you met today was nothing but short and stern.

Going into your kitchenette, you pull out a frozen TV dinner and plop it in the microwave. You have a masters degree in culinary arts, and you're currently eating a hungry man meal you frown. The microwave beeps pulling you from your thoughts, and you peel the plastic off the top.

Taking a bite of the bland mashed potatoes, you chuck the whole thing in the garbage. You don't have much of an appetite knowing you'd have to deal with him tomorrow. Deciding to just go to sleep instead since you know it's going to be an early morning for you anyway. Hopping in bed, you pull the covers over your head and try to drift off.

𓏸 ͘ ࣭⠀⸰ 𖧷 .༺ ♥︎ ༻ ࣭ 𖧷 ⸰ ͘ ࣭⠀⸰⠀ ࣭ 𓏸

Your alarm clock set for 5:00 am startled you awake. You groan with a whine rubbing your eyes. You try to get dressed as quickly as you could not wanting to be late on your first day.

Rushing out the door and heading to the bakery. You always know when you're close. The sweet smell of sugar and vanilla floats through the air. The only pleasant thing about your day so far is the smell of his baking.

You finally made it to the shop and rushed inside. Your hair is still slightly damp, so the cold morning air niped at your skin a little harsher. He hears you come in and rounds the corner from where he was in the back. He walks over to stand before you and helps take your coat. "You're late." He said, pointing to the giant clock on the wall. The clock reading 6:02 am.

"I'm only two minutes late." You tried to defend yourself.

Eddie looks at you, rolling his eyes and walks to the back. You decide to follow him since it's just the two of you here. The woman at the register won't need to be here a couple more hours. You stand in the doorway, watching him rush around the small kitchen. You wait for some kind of instructions from the man who hired you.

"You just gonna stand and watch, or will you help me out here?" He asked as he was whipping icing.

You started getting nervous, "I'm sorry, um, where do I start?"

Eddie sits the bowl down and rolls his neck. He is clearly annoyed by you for some reason. The question you asked was a valid one. He knows you've never worked this type of job before, so a little guidance would be much appreciated.

"You can start by making the cream cheese icing for the cinnamon rolls." He pointed over to the mixer, and you pulled your hair up and observed the machine.

"I'm not sure exactly how to make that." You were hesitant to speak. His brash and shortness were getting the best of you.

He looked his shoulder at you while he still whipped the icing in his bowl. "You just add that bowl of butter cream icing and half a block of cream cheese."

Nodding your head, you put the icing and cream cheese in the electric mixer and whip it up. Hopefully, this will be a lot easier than you originally thought. Maybe he's just been under too much stress since his other assistant left. This job couldn't possibly be as hard as he's acting like it is. Yes, you went to culinary school. You didn't study baking, but it looked to be the easiest. He comes over to you and startles you when he turns the mixer off and snatches the bowl away from you.

"If you keep that mixer going for too much longer, we'll both be covered in icing." He said he as he brushed past you and put the bowl in a large fridge.

You shake your head. "I'm sorry I got lost in thought."

He walks past you again, and you look to see what he's been doing. He made small creme puffs with strawberry slices in the shape of hearts going around the side. They were cute, and you guess he's getting ready to start making desserts for Valentines Day.

Eddie eventually assigned you to just make the icing and lady fingers. That's all you did was create icing and those dumb cookies. Sometimes, you'd sneak one when he wasn't looking.

A week goes by, and Eddie is still very short with you. He would make a task list for you to do along with the time of the day to do them. The place was busy all times of the day. You never knew how one small bakery could attract this many people. You would see him go out and greet the customers. He was so friendly to them. He would make small talk with the men and flirt a little with the women.

You always thought why he was so rude with you. If he didn't acknowledge your existence, he was giving you a backhanded compliment. For instance, when he asked you to make lady fingers for the first time. He walked over to you and picked one up. He seemed so proud at first.

He smiled, and you hoped this would get him to ease up on you. He took a bite. "Wow, you know we could give these out to the retirement home up the road."Those people love soggy bland food."

The smile on your face dropped, and you tried your best to hold back tears. You really thought you did something right this time. Apparently not he dismissed you for your lunch break, and you walked to a local coffee shop and cried in their bathroom. Your eyes were puffy and red.

You were late from your lunch break that day. You didn't want him to see that you had been crying for almost an hour. Making your way back to the kitchen, he said nothing to you about being late. You snatch up your task list and try to finish them up as quickly as possible, counting down the hours until it's time to go home.

𓏸 ͘ ࣭⠀⸰ 𖧷 .༺ ♥︎ ༻ ࣭ 𖧷 ⸰ ͘ ࣭⠀⸰⠀ ࣭ 𓏸

A week and a half goes by since that incident. Valentines Day was right around the corner, which made Eddie more busy than usual. Everything he made was in the shape of a heart and strawberry flavored. The thought of cutting more strawberries for the day made you want to chuck yourself through the window. The pink balloons and heart streamers he made you put up while he dipped strawberries in chocolate. Eddie wasn't as rude to you as he was before. He's still not nice, but he's not as mean either.

In the kitchen, you once again tried to spark up a conversation. "What made you want to do this work?"

Without looking up from where he's dipping the thousandth strawberry of the day. "I decided to do it when I got out of jail." He said with the most monotone voice you ever heard.

"You know your performance would be so much better if you focused on what you're doing instead of me." He hid his smirk.

Walking over to the oven to take out the batch of brownies he made thirty minutes ago. "YoU kNoW YoUr pERFoRmAnCe," you mimicked, walking past him with the tray of brownies.

He glances over back to you. " You say something?" Your eyes go big, and you shake your head rapidly "nope I didn't say anything." You laugh to yourself at the little joke you made at his expense.

Two days before Valentines Day, Eddie had you staying late with him to help finish up the special made items. He would allow a number of people to order custom-made pastries for the holiday. Meaning you were stuck in the back with him for longer than you'd like.

The other employees long gone, leaving just the two of you in the bakery together. You learned the hard way not to spark up an innocent conversation to break the silence. Now the silence was nice because anytime he opened his mouth, something foul came out of it. He would either insult your intelligence or your baking skills. You keep telling yourself this is just for experience on your resumé. You won't be here forever. You just need the credentials. Once you're here for a year or two, it's goodbye, Eddie, forever.

You hear the clock chime letting you know a new hour has struck. You glance at your watch, and it reads 7:00pm. The bakery closed almost two hours ago.

"Eddie, can I go home now?" You ask him. You had to even muster up the courage to even speak. You see his muscles in his back tense.

He decided to swap out his usual fitted black t-shirt with a black tank top instead. The chain around his neck glistened under the fluorescent lights. His tattoos a little faded but cover most of his arms. You notice a large back tattoo peaking out from his tank top. If he wasn't such an asshole you would think he was cute. Hell, you'd think he was hot because he was. His attitude towards you completely killed that thought.

Eddie sighed, "Go on and head home. It's dark out, so be careful."

"Thank you. I'll see you in the morning, " you mumbled and practically ran out the door.

Rushing out the door and to your apartment. The sun had already set two hours ago, and you definitely didn't want to run into any trouble. Rounding the next corner, you finally made it to your apartment building. You climb the stairs at full speed, practically skipp over a few on your way up.

Throwing yourself on your bed, you groan and rub the bottoms of your feet. Falling back, you let sleep take over your aching body. Next time, Eddie wants you to stay hours past the time you leave. You're gonna put your foot down and tell him no. Your phone startles you awake, and you look over at the clock by your bed.

The red numbers make your eyes sore and it reads 1:00 am. You haven't even been asleep, but for a few hours. Who the hell could be calling you at this time of night. Picking up the phone, you hear Eddie curse on the other line.

"Hello?" You answer with a raspy voice.

"Oh hey, look, I'm sorry to be calling so late. I need your help over here." He made a nervous chuckle on the other end.

"Um, sure, I'll be over as soon as I can." Your voice still raspy from sleep.

"No, I'll come get you it's late out." There was a pause for a moment. "Your voice sounds cute like that"

Shaking your head, you are wide awake now. Did the man who was annoyed at your very existence just compliment you? Ignoring his little compliment, expecting him to insult you soon. "Yeah, okay, you know where I stay."

Only a few minutes pass, and you hear a knock at your door. Opening it up reveals Eddie with two cups of warm coffee in his hands. He gives you an apologetic smile and hands you one.

Heading to his car, he opens the door for you to get in. The car ride was short and slightly awkward. This time, he tried to make small talk while you had a short answer reply. Not that you didn't want to talk to him. You were just a little nervous he'd insult you if you said something he didn't like. He'd make a joke and laugh slightly, looking over at you for a reaction.

You just kept your eyes out the window, looking at scenery passing you by. After a few minutes, he gives up trying to talk to you and just turns on the radio. He looks over at you and frowns slightly. Was he really so hard on you that now you seem scared to even be around him? He thought to himself as "Love fool" by the cardigans softly plays in the background.

Pulling up to the bakery, you quickly unbuckle yourself and practically run inside. Eddie was going to open your door, but it seems you couldn't bear to sit in that car with him any longer. Your heart was racing, and your hands were shaking a little. He made you nervous.

Everything you did was always wrong. He was never nice to you most days, and on the days he rarely spoke to you is when you considered him nice. Now, all of a sudden, he's telling you to be careful and buying you coffee. Heading to the kitchen, you throw your apron and lean against the steel counter, crossing your arms. You wait for his instructions and what little insult he'll throw at you next.

He walks in and smiles to you. Shaking his head at the attitude you're giving him. He knows it's late and he didn't want to call you in but these orders need to be finished by the morning.

"Come over here." He beckons you. Pushing yourself off the counter and making your way over to him.

"I need you to help sprinkle powder sugar on all of these." He instructed

Nodding, you pick up the sifter and start putting the powdered sugar on the pastries. Eddie was standing next toyou stirring chocolate sauce he made for the eclairs. Every once in a while, he'd bump you or brush against you.

You couldn't help but wonder if he was doing it on purpose now. He'd walk past you and put his hand on the small of your back or grab your elbow. Sometimes, you could have sworn he glanced your way and smirked. He was acting strange, and you wonder if it's sleep deprivation or the sugar rotting his brain.

You got lost in thought again and accidentally got powdered sugar all over Eddie. He stops what he's doing and closes his eyes.

Sugar covers most of his face, and you cover your mouth to hide your laugh. "You did that on purpose."

"I didn't, I swear." You tell him as you try your best to hide your laugh from him.

Without warning, Eddie throws powdered sugar on you. That quickly killed your laugh, and you gasped. Now it was Eddie's turn to laugh at you. Only he wasn't hiding his laugh like you were. He did that on purpose, where yours was an accident. The old you probably would have ran off and cried by now.

The current you took some leftover icing and wiped it down his face. He stopped laughing and went to grab you. You tried to get away, and both of you were giggling like maniacs covered in powdered sugar and icing. He holds you by the middle of your waist. Both of his arms engulf around you, and you wiggle to get free.

Eddie turns you around and looks in your eyes for a moment. He bends down, and his plush lips brush yours softly. He lightly pecks at your lips before his tongue brushes your lips. He hums in your mouth at the taste of you. The icing on his face is smearing on yours now. Your tongues danceing together. Eddie puts both of his hands on the side of your face as he deepens the kiss.

You go to grab his forearms, and he bit your lower lip softly. Your knees feel weak as he continues kissing you passionately. He pulls away, and both you gasp for air. He brushes his nose against yours and kisses the side of your mouth before going to your jaw. He makes his way down your neck sucking and licking at the tender flesh.

You moan as he attacks your sweet spot below your ear. Backing you up against the wall, he puts holds your wrists with one hand above your head. He moves his knees in between your legs. His thigh right up against your sex, and you can feel a wet patch forming through your thin cotton shorts.

Eddie unties your apron and takes it off you, letting go of your writs for a moment. He grabs a hold of your hips, guiding you to grind back and forth on his thigh while he still attacks your neck. You move your head more to the side to give him better access. He bites down and sucks a little too hard, making you cry out. His hands on your hips start to move you faster against his leg and your knees buckle. He stops his attention from your neck to bring it back to your mouth.

This time, his kiss was sloppy and wet. His tongue is prodding in your mouth with desperation with yours. You can feel a tightness in your core building up. Throwing your hands around his neck, you grind harder on his thigh. Just as you were about to come, the timer on the oven goes off. Eddie stops what he's doing and throws his head back.

"Fuck." He muttered and his jaw clenches for a moment.

"We gotta finish these up," He said, putting his forhead against yours.

He moves away and goes over to the oven to take the cake orders out and let them cool. You're still by the wall panting with an ache in between your legs. Putting your apron back on. You and him still covered in a mess of frosting and powdered sugar. Eventually, both you finish up the cake orders for Valentines Day coming up. You hope tomorrow won't be too awkward for you both. Maybe he'll forget this whole thing happened.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #my writing

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goatcheesecak3 · 4 months

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Bus stop pt. 3

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x F!reader

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Includes: brief mention of unhealthy coping mechanisms, allusion to NSFW but no smut, fluff

Summary: after a little while of knowing eachother, Adam and his new friend become much closer.

Now that y/n was aware of Adam's big secret, she began to notice a lot more things that made sense to her. The bags under his eyes, how skinny he was, his dirty clothes. It was clear that the poor man was traumatised and hadn't been looking after himself, but the weight he carried on his shoulders was halved now. Y/n would stop at nothing to help out her new friend, and as the weeks went by, she realised just how much she cared about Adam. She realised that she had started to develop a little- no, a BIG- crush on Adam.

Adam was hunched over a mug of coffee in his apartment. It was a freezing cold January evening and Adam was feeling quite sorry for himself. He was cold, he was tired and god he was hungry. But cooking was hard, and ingredients were expensive, so coffee and cigarettes would have to suffice as a meal this evening.

As if on cue, however, Adam heard a knock at his door. Checking cautiously through the peephole, he saw y/n stood there, beautiful as ever. He needed no convincing to take the door off the chain and pull it open, greeting y/n with a pleasantly surprised grin.

"Y/n, what're you doing here?" He smiled, pulling her into a quick hug and letting her inside.

She looked at him with big, beautiful eyes filled with kindness.

"I made too much soup, thought you might want some?" She offered, holding up a large container.

Now, this wasn't strictly true. Y/n had definitely made too much soup for one person, but it was no accident. She knew how much Adam had been struggling to eat lately, most days he was too anxious or depressed to feed himself, but even on days where he could eat, he didn't really have the money to. Y/n didn't want Adam to feel like he was a charity case though, and so she let Adam think that her stopping by was no more than a happy coincidence.

Adam smiled widely,

"Oh my god, you have no idea how perfect this is! I was literally just thinking about how hungry i am"

Y/n let out a small chuckle and headed to Adam's kitchen to fill up some bowls with the soup and pop them in the microwave.

"It's leek and potato, just like how my mum used to make" y/n explained to Adam, who was practically drooling at this point.

The mouthwatering smell of comfort food wafted through Adam's tiny apartment, as the two bowls turned gradually in the microwave.

"God I can't wait..." Adam said excitedly as y/n set a bowl down in front of him.

Adam's apartment was humble and not very well furnished, but it had a certain charm to it. A beat up sofa with holey cushions sat in the front room, it wasn't much to look at, but it was soft and comfortable. On one side of the living room a dart board was hung on the wall, next to a few posters from old movies, flyers from various protests and shows he'd been to. On the other side was a door which lead to his redroom, where he developed his photos. His walls were covered in chipped red paint and water damage, yet somehow the place felt cosy.

"This soup is so fucking good" Adam groaned as he drank the last of it from his bowl and wiped his face on his sleeve.

Y/n couldn't help but let out a small giggle, it was nice seeing Adam like this, well fed and relaxed. As he reclined in the sofa next to her and stretched his twiggy arms above his head, she caught a glimpse of his tshirt riding up and ever so slightly exposing a snail trail on his tummy. She quickly looked away and attempted to hide her blush.

Of course she found Adam attractive, but this was a whole nother level. In that moment she struggled to suppress the urge to kiss him right then and there- but she pushed it down and tried to ignore it.

"You're so nice to me," Adam hummed, leaning back with his eyes closed. Y/n thought to herself that he resembled a sleepy puppy in some ways.

"Of course I'm nice to you, you're my best friend" She replied.

Adam's eyes opened and he looked at y/n again.

"You're my best friend too" he grinned, "Hey, y/n? You wanna stay over tonight? I feel way more relaxed when you're around, and I don't know, I guess I think I'd get to sleep better if I knew you were here." Adam seemed uncharacteristically timid, almost as though he was ashamed to be asking.

Truth be told, he was slightly ashamed, for two reasons. The first being that he was being so needy, which was unlike him, but second was that he was only half telling the truth to y/n. Of course her presence probably would help him get to sleep easier, but what he really wanted to say was more along the lines of "I'm stupidly in love with you and I just want you here all the time".

"Yeah, you know it could be pretty fun!" Y/n replied, "we can sit and talk, listen to music until you get tired."

Adam felt his heart leap. How was y/n always so kind? Willing to waste an entire night just to make sure he slept alright? She really was special. He decided that he ought to offer her a drink as thanks.

He pulled a bottle of Jack out of his cupboard and plopped it on the coffee table along with two glasses, telling y/n to help herself, which she gladly accepted.

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"... and that's why alien is the best Sci-fi film ever created" Adam finished, taking a final swig of his third drink.

The pair had been sat drinking and talking about films for about an hour now, Adam feeling tipsy, had even done his best impressions of all the characters in exaggerated and hilarious voices. Y/n couldn't help but laugh raucuosly, Adam really was funny when he felt relaxed enough to let loose a bit. His beautiful eyes twinkled and his smile was infectious. Y/n felt so lucky that she'd met someone as fun to be around as Adam, there really was no one else she'd rather be spending time with.

"You're my favourite person to be around, you know that?" Y/n blurted out, feeling the effects of the alcohol and in turn feeling confident enough to be sentimental.

"Am I really?" Adam smiled, his cheeks flushed and his eyes half-lidded, feeling a little tipsy as well.

"Yeah, you are... I kinda feel like if I go a day without seeing you then that day is just a waste" y/n said, her tone a little more serious now. She really meant it. Thoughts of Adam consumed her everyday life, he was the sort of perfect that words just don't do justice, because he was specifically perfect to her. Sure, he wasn't everyone's cup of tea, but to y/n he slotted into her life like a puzzle piece, and filled every lonely, longing gap in her heart. From the moment she'd met him she'd felt complete.

"I fell the same way about you" Adam replied, his tone matching hers.

The pair stared at eachother without saying a word for a minute or so. It was clear that the two of them were feeling slightly nervous, the air was filled with electricity and with every second the atmosphere grew more and more intense, as is every single atom in the room were willing the pair toward eachother. The tension building, and building, like a wave about to crest, rising rapidly, until it finally breaks.

The gap between y/n's and Adam's lips was no more. Adam's eager hands ran through y/n's hair, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close to her. The kiss was gentle, yet charged and desperate at the same time. It seemed to last an eternity, but eternity just didn't seem long enough. The universe had been working hard to achieve this kiss, it seemed, almost as if some external force had perfectly planned the sequence of events leading up to this very moment. It was nothing short of magical.

When the Adam and y/n finally pulled away to catch their breaths, they started lovingly into eachother's eyes.

"Is now a good time to mention I kinda have a thing for you?" Adam chuckled breathlessly.

"Funny you mention that, I was gonna say the same thing" y/n joked back sarcastically, before pulling Adam back into another kiss.

The pair made love that night, it was romantic and hungry, neither of them able to contain their love for eachother any longer, and once it was over, they lay breathtaken in Adam's bed, curled up with one another in absolute bliss.

A/n thank you for all the support on this story so far! I'm really happy everyone seems to be enjoying it <3

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The test of a vampire : A Beauty and the Beast re-telling Part Two

The test of a vampire : A Beauty and the Beast re-telling

Marcus dei Volturi x female OC

Caterina finally meets the man her father is indebted to. She finds him downright unfriendly, but beneath it all, she will eventually sense there is something he is hiding.

Chapter Two

The Agreement

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The tall man in black led Caterina through the back doors, shutting them once she was inside. "Follow me," was all he said. They proceeded down a long corridor, passing spaced apart doors, some open, some closed, until he stopped in front of one. "This will be your room." He opened the door, letting Caterina pass through first. He came after, setting her bags on a large bed covered in a soft comforter. "Stay here," he said. "Someone will come for you later to bring you to meet Master Marcus. Please, do not try to leave your room, at least not without someone to escort you." He then left the room, closing the door behind him.

Caterina looked around at what she hoped was her temporary home. She tested the bed with her hand, finding it firm but not too hard. There was a side table with a lamp, a desk that sat in the left corner, a wardrobe against the far right wall, and double doors that opened onto a Juliet balcony. Leaving them open, she walked to another door to find a nice sized bathroom with a bath/shower combination. Toiletries were arranged on the sink's countertop. Towels were hanging on a rack, with others folded on a shelf beneath the sink. It was far from the spartan room she had expected, and much nicer than what she had at home.

She thought of her father and felt a sudden melancholy. She hadn't been gone long, yet missed him already. She hoped he would be able to manage without her. Caterina decided it would do her no good to cry, that she just had to get the debt paid off as soon as possible so she could go home. She had noticed during her inspection the lack of a phone in her room. Her father could not afford a cell phone so they managed with the less than modern technology of a landline. Still, she hoped her employer would let her call home once in a while.

Caterina left the bathroom and walked back to the bed to unpack her clothing. When she opened the wardrobe door, she found some clothes already there. There were extra hangers for her use, so she hung up her shirts and a couple of plain dresses, then packed her pants and underthings in the drawers. Her hands brushed over the pieces already there, surprised to find they didn't feel inexpensive. How did they even know her size, she wondered. Tucking her bags into the back corner of the wardrobe, she went to lie down on the bed. She would nap until someone came for her.

Guiseppe had come to Mario's cottage to see Caterina. He had become besotted of her the first time he had seen her at the farmer's market held in the village every weekend. Her long brown hair and hazel eyes had instantly entranced him. It was then he decided he would have her for his wife. Unfortunately, she had no such feelings about him. He was a brute in her eyes, uninterested in anything but hunting. He would spends days off in the countryside, looking for prey to bring home. He would brag to her about the animals he would catch to bring home, with a vision of Caterina preparing them for his meals. She was disgusted by Guiseppe however. He always smelled of tobacco, beer, and sweat. He hated reading, and she feared if she was forced to marry him, he would take away all her books. Being here and away from him was the only good thing about her servitude to this Master Marcus.

When Caterina awoke, she noticed the shadows in her room had lengthened. She looked at the clock to see it was after 3:00 pm. When she rubbed her eyes, her stomach also reminded her of the time. She was hungry, but where to find food. She'd been told she would get to eat before meeting her taskmaster.

There was a knock on her door, prompting Caterina to run to the bathroom to wash her face and run the brush through her hair. She straightened her clothing and went to the door, opening it. It was the tall silent man who had showed her to her room.

"Hello, miss. I was told to take you to the kitchen now, if you're..."

"Hungry. Yes, I am, thank you." She slipped on her shoes and smiled up at the man. "What is your name, if I may ask."

"I'm Felix. Come this way." He led her down corridor after corridor. How would she learn the maze of this place if she was supposed to be cleaning it? What she did like was the number of paintings she saw hanging on the walls as they passed by. Were they real or mere copies? She'd have to ask Master Marcus when she met with him.

"Felix, when will I be meeting Master Marcus?"

"You will meet him when he calls for you." After passing through a wider corridor, Caterina saw a large room to her left. It was brightly lit, the sun coming through skylights lining a large dome. There were pillars all around, and in the time it took to pass the open doors, she saw words in Latin lining the upper portion near the ceiling. She hoped to get the royal tour of this place. What little she saw so far was proving to be fascinating.

Finally, the pair reached the kitchen. A man wearing a full apron asked her to take a seat at a long table. He set a plate in front of her. "If you want more, just ask, miss."

"Did you cook all this? It looks delicious." She noticed Felix standing just inside the kitchen door. "You're not eating?"

"I have already eaten," Felix said, lookig straight ahead. When he thought the human was not looking, he would sneak a glance at the master's new housekeeper.

Giving a small shrug, Caterina started her meal of roast beef, new potatoes, steamed vegetables, and fresh hot bread. Everything tasted wonderful, and she found herself devouring her food quickly. When the chef had seen she'd finished, he offered her a large piece of chocolate cake with a glass of cold milk. Caterina noticed plates lined up on the counter being filled with food by someone else. So there were other staff members here, but then, why did she have to eat alone?

She also assumed those who lived here didn't eat in the kitchen. There must be a separate dining room for them. It just made her want to be given a tour of the castle all the more. But, no, that would not be possible. After all, she was just another worker here, no better than a servant.

Once she finished her dessert, she thanked the man she assumed was the chef and went over to Felix. "I'm done. Now what?"

"I'll take you to Master Marcus."

Caterina followed Felix out of the kitchen and back into the maze of corridors. She realized her hands were trembling. She was finally going to meet the man who had taken her from her father and her home without any consideration. "Felix, what kind of man is Master Marcus?"

"Just be respectful, answer any questions truthfully, and do what you're told."

Well, that told her what was expected of her, not what he was like. She held hands together, trying to stop them from shaking. Sometimes, she would accompany her father to the market, and meeting their customers was part of the fun. Never had she been so afraid to meet someone until now.

Felix stopped at a set of double doors made of heavily carved wood. He reached up with a hand and knocked. A voice came from inside the room, telling them to enter. Opening the doors, Felix stepped aside for his young charge to go in, then shut the doors and waited outside.

When Caterina entered the room behind Felix, she saw a tall man but one not quite as tall as her escort. He was in the center of the ante-room, standing impossibly straight in a plain black suit with a black shirt and tie, his hands behind his back. She glanced down at the rug on the floor, afraid to look up at him, but long, cold fingers moved beneath her chin, forcing her to look up. It was then she saw he had long dark hair and skin so pale, he must never go out into the sun. His brown eyes gazed at her with no evident emotion.

Talking an involuntary step backwards, Caterina decided she had to be brave, and show it. It wouldn't do to have this man think he could walk all over her.

Marcus walked around the young woman, satisfied with her appearance. He wondered what her personality was like. As long as she wasn't uneducated, frightened to the point of being useless, or too defiant, he would let her stay. How many other servants had been dismissed, permanently, due to incompetence or their constant inclination to run away? None had proven defiant though, once the fear took over.

He decided she was pretty enough and strong too, thus acceptable. He was glad to see she was not some ill-fed waif. "Tonight, you will dine with me. Seven o'clock. Be ready promptly. Felix will bring you to me."

She flinched at what sounded like an order. So this is what she was going to have to deal with.

"I will tell you then what I expect of you as far as your duties are concerned. You will be my personal maid. We have staff to take care of the palazzo, so you will be responsible for me and my rooms alone. Anyway, we will talk about this later. Have you any questions?"

"Not at the moment, sir...uh ...Master Marcus. I'm yours to do whatever work you require of me, for the time I'm here." There, so at least he knows she doesn't plan on staying forever.

"Very well, that will do for now, Caterina. We will talk later." Marcus stood before the woman, detecting some spirit within her, but he was not surprised at her initial timidity. Humans, like animals, had some innate sense to not trust his kind. He abruptly turned his back on her and walked to his bedroom.

So she was being dismissed? At least he knew her name. Caterina hadn't known if she should introduce herself, since he hadn't asked her for it. Felix came in, oddly knowing when the audience was over. She followed him out into the corridor.

Felix gave her an encouraging smile and led her back to her room. "I think you will do fine. Master Marcus is not the easiest to serve. Kindness is not a strong point, but he has endured much over the cen...over time. He can have fits of anger as well. Avoid those if you can."

Caterina nodded absently, her mind filled with a mix of emotions. Curiosity, interest, excitement, and yes, fear.

Marcus paced in his bedroom, thinking about his new maidservant. She was better than he had expected. Perhaps he would be able to create a bond between them in time, and she would agree to stay with him. No one before her had proven to be suitable. Marcus wanted this to work. He needed it to work.

Sitting in his favourite chair, the vampire contemplated his fate. His human existence in Greece had been cursed by a powerful witch many hundreds of years ago. when he had insulted her by refusing her hospitality during a night storm. The result was she had taken his humanity away and turned him into a vrykolakas, a vampire.

If you choose to show no compassion to anyone, your heart will cease to beat, yet you will live on as a creature who must feed off the humans you so callously ignored. You will remain alone in your life, unloved by anyone. Until such time you find a woman who can accept you as you are, one for whom you can feel true love, this will be your existence.

Marcus wasn't alone. He was with his brothers in blood, Aro and Caius. The Guard protected them and this castle, as well as patrolled the vampire world to keep their kind in line. But he was a lonely man who longed for the touch of a woman, someone to talk with, someone with whom to share his existence. Would Caterina be the one?

A/N : So Caterina has met her employer, someone who is an instant mystery to her. Will the two come to a mutual agreement of live and let live, or will sparks fly.

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