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unangelic-thoughts · 4 months

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Forgive me...I want you. (Joel Miller x AFAB!Reader)

Summary: After a drunken mistake where you expose yourself to your aunt's boyfriend, you unknowingly start something between you beyond your wildest dreams…

Warnings: NSFW smut 18+, infidelity, age gap, masturbating while being watched, phone sex (sorta?? but more like window sex??)

Word Count: 3k

Author’s note: A specific part in this is loosely inspired by taylor swift's 'you belong with me' scene where they see each other through their bedroom windows…hehe…;)

Reblogs and interactions are most appreciated <333

I walk as quietly as I can up the stairs of the house I currently live in with my parents so as to not wake them at one thirty in the morning. Although I'm in my mid twenties and would love nothing more but to have my own place, rent is ridiculously expensive and I'd rather save up for as long as I can. Thankfully for me, I get along with them both and we respect each other's privacy - so it works.

I shut the door to my bedroom quietly, extending my hand to the wall beside me to switch the light on. I take my cross-body bag off over my head and throw it on my bed with a sigh. Running my hands through my hair, I think back to today's unfortunate events. From deciding to surprise my girlfriend on our six month anniversary, to catching her in bed with my best friend, to going from bar to bar with my sweet Angel of a cousin to try and forget it all; I am completely and utterly emotionally and physically exhausted.

The makeup I put on earlier today is patchy and smudged but I feel too numb to care. Walking into my on-suite bathroom, I stare at myself in the mirror while my arms rest on either side of the sink. Black streaks of mascara cover my cheeks from where I'd been crying. I take a deep breath, grabbing a makeup wipe and take it all off.

Once I'm done with skincare, I walk back into my bedroom and pick out a clean pair of undies and oversized tee from my closet, setting them out at the end of my bed. I begin stripping from my clothes, starting with my top, then my skirt and tights. I stand up straight, my hands reaching behind my back to take my bra off when I lock eyes with Joel and I freeze.

Joel is my next door neighbour. He is also my dad's sister's husband. In my current messy state, I completely forgot to pull my curtains shut and that Joel's office literally faces my bedroom. In my defence, I wasn't expecting him to be up this late.

The initial state of shock begins to subside but neither of us has attempted to look away first. I'm reminded of the very innocent crush I've had on him since the day my aunt introduced us to him five years ago. Of course, I knew it was futile - considering the whole Joel-is-now-technically-my-uncle thing as well as the age gap thing. I never let myself think about it too seriously except for the times late at night whenever I've struggled to fall asleep. Thoughts of him laying on top of me, kissing down my neck while his hands caress my body intrude my mind more often than I'd like to admit and I feel so guilty, but I can't help it.

It feels like I've been standing there half-naked in front of my window for hours when in reality it's only been a second or two. I spot my dressing gown draped over my swivel chair in the corner of my eye and I quickly grab it to cover myself as best as I can.

When I look back at him, his eyes have fallen to the laptop in front of him and I instantly feel the loss of his intense stare. A pang of disappointment hits me, missing the feel of his eyes on me and the way it ignited a fire in my lower belly.

Desperate to get his attention, I loosen the grip I have on my dressing gown and let it fall in front me, exposing me once more. His dark brown eyes instantly meet mine again and it makes my insides flip.

I swallow down the lump in my throat, deciding to ignore the warning lights and sirens going off in my head that are telling me how terrible of an idea this is. But in this moment, I couldn't care less. I just want to feel wanted.

My hands find their way to my bra for a second time and unclasp it. I hold the cups of my bra against my breasts, a moment of hesitation washing over me but I shake that feeling away as I shake off my bra.

Joel goes very still and it feels good to know I'm having an effect on him, so I continue. My hands drop to my panties, my thumbs hooking on either side as I slowly slide them down my legs and step out of them.

I feel so empowered and in full control of the situation, which is exactly what I need right now. I turn around, grabbing my clean undies and slipping them on followed by my oversized tee. I walk to my window, wishing I could reach out to touch him but instead, I pull the curtains shut knowing I've already gone too far and put an end to whatever this is.

***

I've avoided Joel for two whole weeks since that night; not that it has been hard to do since he's definitely been avoiding me too. He hasn't even spared me a glance when we've passed by each other in our adjacent driveaways, oftentimes me going out and him coming home at the same time.

The anxiety of what I'd done was eating me up the first few days, worried that he'd tell my aunt about it. But the longer it's been, the more confident I feel that he's not planning on telling a soul. God, if anyone found out about my drunken mistake, it would completely destroy our family.

I've thought of countless of ways I could apologize to him but none seem good enough, worried it'll just make things more awkward; if that's even possible. Sometimes it's better to pretend like nothing ever happened and things will eventually fix by themselves with time. Yes...I just have to give it some time and it'll soon be a distant memory...

***

The chime of the doorbell distracts me from my current seated position on the sofa, one hand holding the book I've been reading and the other stroking my cat, Felix. I place the book next to me and cradle Felix in my arms like the little baby that he is and head to the door.

It's my aunt, Tess. "Hi hun, are you enjoying your weekend alone?" She extends an arm to rub Felix under his chin.

"Yeah, it's been nice having the house all to myself. Mum and dad won't be back until late Monday evening so I still have a couple of days of peace." I say, chuckling.

"That's great! Although I'm about to disturb that peace, but not for long. I promise! I just need a small favour." She cautiously smiles at me.

"As long as it doesn't involve screaming kids or maths, I'm happy to help." I respond lightheartedly.

"So, I ordered a couple of new sculptures of Athena and the delivery driver just dropped them off outside our door. He ran off before I could get the chance to ask him to help bring them in." She sighs.

"Oh my God, more Greek sculptures? You're obsessed! Don't you already have like 50? How do they all fit in the house?!" I say half-serious, half-laughing while I shake my head. For the past year, Tess has developed a fascination for Greek mythology and the house has basically turned into a museum of Ancient Greece.

"I know, I know." Tess replies, swinging her hands back and forth to dismiss my accusation. "Anyway, I've hurt my back so I can't lift anything and Joel needs another person to help him. Would you mind lending him a hand?"

"Yeah, sure." I somehow manage to say nonchalantly even though inside I'm screaming. The last thing I want to do is be near Joel but I can't tell Tess that. "I'll be out in a minute" I say, forcing a smile and nod my head as I step back into the house to slip into something more appropriate.

Once I've pulled my shit together and reassured myself that this isn't a big deal, I make the short walk over to their place. The door opens before I reach the steps, both Tess and Joel coming out at the same time. She places a quick peck on his lips before making her way to her car. "Just going to do some grocery shopping, I won't be long. And be careful with my sculptures!" She calls out as she shuts the car door after her.

I notice the silence between us immediately, fiddling my hands nervously. "Where do these need to go?" I ask as I point to the sculptures in front of me, desperate to be done with this as quickly as possible.

Joel doesn't hold my gaze however, and it makes me think that what happened is still bothering him. "One in the living room and one in the bedroom."

Once we've figured out how to carry the first one, we manage to place it in the living room with relative ease. The second one however is much trickier, needing to be carried all the way to the upstairs bedroom. I can feel myself building up a sweat but I try my best to keep my breathing steady. Once we reach the room, we set it down in its new spot. Not even a second later and I trip over my own foot, falling towards the direction of the sculpture. Joel is there before I know it, one hand holding Athena and the other steadying me. The feel of his arm around me feels different to any other time we've hugged, I notice.

"That was close." He says, pulling back once I've got both feet on the ground.

"It was. Thank you. Tess would kill me if anything happened to it." I exhale, widening my eyes in horror at the thought of breaking the sculpture.

"And I'd be right there with you too. She can be a scary woman when she wants to be." He jokes, an uneasy smile on his face.

"I'm sorry." I blurt out as I fix my gaze on the sculpture rather than Joel.

"Don't worry about it, nothin' broke so we get to live another day." He shrugs his shoulders as his hands rest on his hips and laughs.

"Not about that...I'm sorry about what happened that night. I was drunk and it was wrong of me." I find myself saying before I can stop myself, the guilt finally getting to me.

The grin on his face immediately drops and I brace myself for what he has to say.

"It was a fucked up thing to do and it's best that we forget about it." He says, his tone razor sharp.

"I know and for that, I sincerely apologize." His words sting even though I know they shouldn't. I mean, he didn't look away either. It can't just be all on me, he could've easily left. He had plenty of opportunity to do so.

"You put me in a really uncomfortable position. What would Tess say if she found out? What would your parents think?" His brows are furrowed together in anger and I regret ever bringing it up.

"I-I wasn't in a good place mentally and I definitely wasn't sober but I don't think it's fair to put all the blame on me." I defend, shaking my head.

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, "And who should share the blame? Me?"

It's my turn to furrow my brows, not liking where this conversation is going. "Well, yeah. You clearly didn't dislike what you saw. You could've left at any time."

"I think you should leave." He responds firmly, crossing his arms.

"You don't have to tell me twice." I scowl. Turning on my heal, I strut out of the room and slam the door shut behind me. Regret fills my chest, not for my drunken striptease, but for my stupid attempt at apologising to that asshole.

*** He tries to apologise to me twice this week but I blank him both times. He tells me that Tess noticed something has been off with us and confronted him about it. He told her it's because he yelled at me when I almost broke one of her statues and now I'm mad at him. That's the only reason he wants to apologise, so that everything seems normal in front of everyone else; not because he's genuinely sorry. So no, I'm not ready to forgive him that easily.

***

I'm having one of those late night closet clear outs, deciding whether my denim midi skirt is staying in the keep pile or the donation pile when my phone rings.

My breath hitches as the name of last person I thought would be calling me right now pops up on the screen. At first I think it might be a mistake, but as it rings for the fourth time, I have to decide whether to answer or ignore it.

He's never called me this late before and the curiosity takes over, so I swipe the green button on the screen and put the phone to my ear.

"Joel?" I ask hesitantly, even though I know it's him calling.

"Can we talk?" His voice low on the other end of the line.

"I'm busy right now." I reply, finally tossing the skirt I've been holding to the keep pile.

"No, you're not. I can literally see you in your bedroom." With that, I turn around and look up. Lo and behold, Joel is standing in front of his office's french doors and he's looking right at me.

"What do you want?" I ask, my heartbeat increasing tenfold.

I watch as his hand trails up his shirt, his fingers starting to unbutton it from the top.

"Tell me to stop at anytime, and I will." He whispers as I stand there completely dumbfounded.

Once his shirt is unbuttoned, he shrugs it off his shoulders, letting it fall on the floor behind him. It exposes his soft chest and belly, and I can't take my eyes off of him.

His hands move on to his belt, swiftly removing it from his jeans and popping open the button. He stops just before he pulls his zipper down and I feel a pang of disappointment until I hear his voice once more.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asks simply, as if he hasn't just asked me such an incongruous question.

I shake my head from side to side ever so slightly, it's barely noticeable.

"I need you to use your words darlin'" He's looking at me intently and it makes me feel lightheaded.

I don't want to say it out loud but if I-

"Don't. Don't stop." I surprise myself at how sure I sound, not realising how badly I've wanted this since I exposed myself to him until this very moment.

I notice his chest contract as he exhales in relief; Like he was hoping I'd want this just as much as he does.

He continues then, removing his jeans completely and takes a seat on the chair behind him while still facing me.

"Your turn." It takes me a minute to process what he's saying. He wants to see me naked. Again. Part of me questions whether this is a prank but the part of me that has secretely wanted to do this since forever decides to push the doubts aside.

I hesitate only for a second before I remember that I've done this before and he's already seen my exposed body, and then I strip down to my underwear - just like he has.

His hand reaches inside his boxers and he begins to stroke himself. My panties are soaked within seconds. His breathing becomes shallow as he increases the speed of his hand on his member. My hand is on my breast, squeezing it hard as my thumb and index finger stroke my nipple.

"Touch yourself." He orders and I immediately oblige, my hand gliding from my breast to my soft tummy and finally underneath my panties. I hiss as my fingers touch my bundle of nerves, making circular motions. I'm already so wet at the sight in front of me that it doesn't take long for me to slide my fingers through my contracting walls. I pump my fingers with the same rhythm that he strokes his cock as I close my eyes to imagine that it's him inside of me. It feels so good and yet it's not enough, but I know that this is going to be as good as it's ever going to get. This won't ever happen again. I shake those thoughts away and decide to savour the present moment.

Opening up my eyes again, my gaze is back on Joel. His mouth is parted lightly and his eyes are half shut as his head rests on the back of his chair. His movements under his boxers become more frantic and I know he's close. It drives me to go faster and I yelp as I unexpectedly hit a sweet spot, "Fuck!"

"Keep going baby." He urges me on as he grunts in pleasure. My eyes shut tightly and I bite my lower lip, fastening my pace which causes squelching sounds from my dripping pussy.

"Atta girl." He praises, seemingly satisfied by the sounds travelling through the phone.

I whimper in pleasure as I feel the orgasm build inside of me. I stare back at Joel who lets out a "Fuck" at the same moment that I do. We both come apart together, moaning and whimpering in unison; creating a sweet melody of pleasure.

I never, in a million years, thought that I would ever get the chance to see and hear him coming undone but it's the most mesmerizing thing I've ever witnessed.

"Am I forgiven?" He asks once his breathing has returned to normal.

"I think you already know the answer to that." I say, as a smile creeps up on my damp face.

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Thank you for reading! I'd love it if you let me know your throughts <3 (Uuumm personally, I would jump straight through that goddamn window and onto his lap...fuckkkk)

Lots of love, Elki xoxo

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mermaidgirl30 · 3 months

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✨Welcome to the Moulin Rouge✨

A/N: I have been wanting to write a Joel inspired Moulin Rouge story for a couple months now. Didn’t know what the storyline would be, didn’t know how to quite put it together until I was listening to “Mr. Brightside” by The Killers. Needless to say, the song majorly inspired this one shot. So I hope you enjoy all the angsty Joel feelings since this is in his POV 🥰 We love a good angsty, jealous Joel. Enjoy, lovelies! This might very well turn into a full series once I finish up some of my other wips if people are interested ❤️ Comments and reblogs always make my day 💕

“His eyes upon your face. His hand upon your hand. His lips caress your skin. It’s more than I can stand.”

- “El Tango De Roxanne” from Moulin Rouge

Rating: Explicit (18+ MDNI)

Pairings: Joel x you

Word Count: 1.5k

Tags: Angst, longing, love, jealousy, flashbacks, no outbreak! Joel

Summary: Welcome to the Moulin Rouge where touches and gazing eyes turn to feelings and longing that overpowers all senses. That’s where Joel meets you, the girl of all his desires. The girl that starts a fire inside him that he can’t control. But he’s not the only one after her. No. And he’ll have to share even though it destroys him.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

The night is dark, foggy, a haze of misty rainfall that pelts against his thin tan jacket. Drip, drip. The rain comes down harder, beating against the slicked back tousled curls that now lay flat against his head. The air is cold, numbing, just like his chest feels now. It’s as icy as his begrudging, still beating heart.

He can hear it, feel it. Almost like he’s there in the room right now with you. He can feel the way the other man claws at your soft skin, hear the stadistic words that spray like venom out of his dirty mouth to you, can taste the way he dips his vicious tongue into your inviting mouth as you swallow the guilt and disgust away deep down your closed up throat. It burns like hot lava, burns like the back of a knife that cuts deep into his skin that smothers all nerve endings in one slice.

He can hear your faint cry of moans, feel you come apart around the other man, taste the stench of regret on your binded hands. You’re supposed to be his, not the other man’s. Mine, mine, mine. That’s all that plays in his aching mind.

Jealousy. That’s what this is, that’s what it’s always been. Ever since he found out that you belonged to him. Terrance. The other man. The absolute pain in his spine. And it wasn’t by choice, it was never by choice. It was arranged, an untieable agreement that was set in place by your uncle long before he even knew about it.

It was about money. It was always about the fucking money. It was to save your future, to get you out of the Moulin Rouge. But it was also about all the money your uncle would get out of the arrangement. And it was so fucked that he couldn’t quite wrap his head around the mess he was tangled in, but he wanted you. He wanted you so goddamn bad and nothing could keep him from having you.

The rain continues, lightning crackling in the near distance as the Moulin Rouge sign blinks big red letters over the whole city to see. It’s pulling the men in, calling their names to invite them into the twisted little fantasy where they’ll spend all their money and pay anything to sleep with the beautiful women of the Moulin Rouge.

The jealousy eats at him, consumes him as it twists its suffocating roots around his wrists and binds him to the ground where he has to watch you go into that back room of the Moulin Rouge with Terrance night after night.

It’s dismantling, unnerving to watch when there’s nothing he can do. He’s just a poor carpenter. He has no money to save you from this hell, has nothing to give except himself. But you always tell him that’s enough, that he’s enough for you. Because you want him, just like he wants you. He tells you he’s not good enough for you, can’t give you a bright future that you deserve. But you tell him he’s enough, more than enough. And it shakes him to the core every single time you tell him this.

His fingernails dig into the backs of his palms, almost to the point of feeling warm blood all over his hands. It’s too much, this is too much. He can hardly stand to even think of you in another man's arms. It burns, stings, pulls at him as his mind breaks apart. Ticking and ticking until he’s almost combusted into dust and remorse.

He needs to feel you, needs to wrap you in his arms as he holds you close in his little barely affordable single bedroom apartment. You always say you don’t care about the money, always say you just want him. And it makes the yearning even worse. Makes it barely tolerable.

You’ll come back, run to him when it’s all over, tell him how much you hate Terrance. Tell him how mean and cruel he is and that he just uses your body like a piece of meat, a golden trophy to display to all the rich, entitled pricks in that burlesque. It makes him sick, sicker than a starving dog. He wants to wring Terrance’s neck until he stops breathing, wants to really make him feel the pain that he does when you’re rolling around the sheets with Terrance, forced to perform for him. It makes him sick to death.

He takes a drag of his cheap Marlboro and inhales the toxic smoke as it soothes his racing heart, slowly blowing it out to try and clear his foggy, lovesick brain. He can almost smell the expensive brand of Cuban cigar Terrance lights after he fucks you, can almost see the way you lay there cold, lonely, in a heap of shame against the damp sheets. And it makes his skin absolutely boil with fury and resentment.

He’s not like Terrance. No. He cares about you, deeply, irrevocably. He’s always so careful with you, always so gentle and soothing and loving. He never does anything to hurt you, always puts your needs first, always takes care of you after he makes love to you in his tiny apartment. He loves you. Just like you love him, immensely.

He remembers the first night he came to the burlesque. He wasn’t even supposed to be here, but he found a group of unlikely writers that dragged him to the Moulin Rouge, to his doom. Remembers how he bought a bottle of whiskey that was so expensive he didn’t eat for two days after. He remembers the night so clearly, just like it was yesterday. Just like it was happening now.

He remembers seeing you for the first time up on that lit up stage, remembers how you kept glancing his way, eyes locking with his as you pulled him into a trance that was so strong that nothing could break it. He was hooked on the first look of your long waves that spiraled down your back, entranced by your big, beautiful eyes that called to him like a siren’s forbidden song, captured with the way your short, flowy pink dress hiked up your smooth thighs as tall, translucent heels wrapped around your feet as tight as they latched on to him.

He wasn’t supposed to end up in that dark room alone with you, wasn’t supposed to put his calloused hands on your smooth porcelain skin, wasn’t meant to dance with you to that slow, romantic song as he wrapped his arms around you and breathed in your sweet vanilla perfume. He wasn’t supposed to cup your chin and pull your lips up to his wanting mouth, wasn’t supposed to chase his tongue with yours as he drank down your cherry flavored taste, wasn’t supposed to get lost in your lips as he kissed and nipped at the plush skin, getting drunk off your taste, off your scent, off your skin.

He wasn't supposed to fall for you after one kiss, wasn’t supposed to tear off your dress and throw you on the bed as he crawled onto the silky sheets and crowded your body with his own. He wasn’t supposed to make love to you, wasn’t supposed to even be near you, but he did. He did. And it was the best thing he ever decided to do in his miserable life.

He was hooked right off the bat by your charm and your beautiful smile and the way you talked about your love of books. He wasn’t supposed to keep seeing you in secret, wasn’t supposed to keep coming back to you inside the burlesque, wasn’t supposed to fall for you when you had your entire life mapped out already.

He wasn’t supposed to fall completely in love with you. But he did, he did. So he’d take what he could, even if it was forbidden. Even if it meant there was a chance of getting caught. It was worth it to him, you were worth it. If he was caught, Terrance would surely put a gun to his head and pull the trigger, end the suffering he has to endure day after day. But he can’t stay away from you. No. You were his, and he was yours. Two doomed souls to walk the eternities of hell at the Moulin Rouge. Two fiery souls that burned for the other, pined for each other.

Forbidden love is like a bad habit that takes over every bleeding thought of the day. Inescapable, paralyzing, intoxicating. It feeds on you like a slow, corrupting disease. Consumes every part of your anxious, debilitating thoughts. But if that means he can have you, he’ll suffer. For you. For you he’ll do anything. Cross the entire ocean just to see your bright, starry eyes one last time. For you he’ll do it all. Anything. For you are his perfect diamond in the rough, his constant. Just as he is yours. The forbidden fruit you were never allowed to taste. But you did, you did.

Welcome to the Moulin Rouge where tainted dreams die and longing for the unreachable becomes your worst nightmare. The only thing that holds you up now is him. Only him. Your favorite forbidden desire. Your escape. Your lover.

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lostinlewis · 1 year

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Forbidden Fruit...

Rating: M ~ 2% plot 98% smut

Words: 3,028

Character: Lewis Hamilton x F!Reader

Description: He's your older brother's best friend but will that stop either of you from playing the most dangerous game of all?

So tempted you were by the thought of him knowing you were close by, you almost slipped up and posted on your story for every one of your followers to see, a mistake that would have made your next move impossible. You thanked the Meta Gods for introducing the ‘Close Friends’ option, allowing you to let him see everything you wanted him to see, whilst keeping everyone else in the dark.

This was a dangerous game, you knew it, yet as you found yourself alone in Malibu, knowing he was home too was a call from fate you just could not ignore. You had waited to have him for so long now, you had lusted after him for so many years, you were not about to waste such a perfect opportunity to finally get him alone.

It took longer than you would have hoped for him to view your story, you had almost given up by hour two but as darkness began to fall on the ocean view you laid in front of, your phone screen lit up with the notification you had been waiting for.

[lewishamilton] What a beautiful view.

You wanted to play it cool, you wanted to make him wait a little longer for a response, but you did not have the patience nor the time for that.

[yourusername] Which one?

You were opening yourself up to rejection, you knew that, but you also remembered the way he looked at you as he passed you in the hallway of your brother's party a few months back, the way his eyes couldn’t help but dance over every curve as he licked his lips. Sure, he could reject you, but he could also give in to what he desired.

[lewishamilton] You know which one. How long are you here for?

A question that could seem friendly on the surface, an innocent attempt at conversation with the younger sister of his best friend, or it could be read as a man so hungry for a temptation he had known for so long that he was already making plans.

[yourusername] I fly home tomorrow, I was hoping to not spend my last night here alone.

The silence that fell on the conversation the moment you admitted your intention made you a little anxious, you had known Lewis for years now and he had only made you feel comfortable yet in this moment you felt vulnerable, a little silly even. Had you just imagined the chemistry between you both?

You knew you were in too deep already, you had to let this play out regardless of the repercussions, it was the only way you would ever know if he felt it too, and besides, if you were right, he would be at your door soon enough.

[lewishamilton] That would be a shame.

You knew Lewis would be careful not to be caught saying anything his friend wouldn't appreciate in your DMs, you knew you would have to lead the moment if you wanted to really get what you wanted.

[yourusername] Just so you know, you’re the only one who can see my story.

Your reply might have confused him at first, only as he viewed your latest post on your story would it make sense. Your intentions with him had never been clearer, clad in a dress you had bought just that day with the intention of tempting him, you let him see all of the woman who was inviting him to join her for the night.

He replied nothing else and that gave you a little glimmer of hope, afterall he couldn’t reply to you whilst driving. That hope held on for as long as possible, you did nothing with your evening as you waited for his arrival, not wanting to occupy your time with anything but him, you laid out on your bed, staring out into the ocean, until your eyes closed.

The knocking on the door was so gentle it took a few moments to wake you, it was late, you could tell by the darkness that had become your view. Nothing but the outline of water decorated with the reflection of a few stars, the moon so full it allowed a little light to decorate your room.

Lewis stood on the other side of your door, dressed in grey sweatpants and a white T Shirt, his eyes devouring your body before he even said hello. Making no attempt to hide the fact he enjoyed the view, he traced the outline of the lace that hid your breasts, before finally drawing his gaze up to meet yours.

“I didn’t think you would come…”

You broke the silence just before it became uncomfortable, leading him into the house. You let him watch your hips move in an exaggerated fashion as he followed you into the dark but for a moon lit living room.

Still he said nothing, you could see the way a thousand thoughts raced through his mind as he looked at you. Did he want you to make the first move? Did he hope you would make it impossible for him to refuse you? Did he need you to make it so should your brother ever find out, he wouldn’t be to blame?

“You can sit down if-”

Lewis stopped your words with a hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you towards him so close you could almost hear the way his heart raced with desire. Looking up into his beautiful brown eyes, you all at once felt vulnerable, you could see the fight on his face, so torn he was between giving into his want for you whilst battling the sane part of his mind that told him this was a bad idea.

Allowing the hand that was not wrapped around your wrist to stroke your cheek, Lewis brushed his thumb across your lips before cupping your chin.

“You are so dangerous…” It was then that he kissed you, allowing his desire to win, he brought his lips to yours with very little force, not moving them, not initiating more, he kissed you like he was scared of you. “...So fucking dangerous.”

As he escaped from the kiss to tell you of your menacing ways, you smirked at him, a smirk that told him you knew just how much risk he was taking in that moment and how much you knew he was enjoying it.

“We can stop-”

Before the suggestion of anything else left your lips, Lewis pulled you back into a kiss. This time it was with enough force to take your breath away, that he kissed you. With one hand placed firmly on your cheek, he allowed the other to glide down your neck, brushing his fingers over your shoulder, he drew the strap of your dress down your arm before his fingers found your exposed nipple.

You let out a gasp as he tugged at it, rolling the teat between his thumb and finger before his lips found their way, sucking harshly on your nipple you felt him exhale such a worked up breath, you knew he could only be straining in his pants.

Taking the lead once more, you pulled down your other strap, allowing your dress to pool at the curve of your hips, inviting him to free you if he wished, and of course he wished.

Kisses warmed your bare skin as he worked his way down your body until he reached where the silk lay, looking up at you he awaited a sign from you that he could reveal the entirety of your body. You gave it to him in the form of a smile as you stroked your fingers through his braids.

So concentrated he was on devouring your skin, Lewis did not even dare to look at your body until he lips met it first. The moment your dress fell to your feet you felt his lips place soft kisses over your mound, his hands worked your feet free from the dress, throwing it to the side, he held your foot in the air as he began to trace his kisses up your leg now, closer and closer to the heat that yearned for him.

You weren't sure what to expect from him, he had always struck you as confident, someone who knew what they wanted and exactly how to get it, yet the ferocity in which his tongue found your clit with ease shocked you.

He held you steady as he devoured your pussy, a leg placed over his shoulder, he ate you out like you were a meal he had craved forever and in a way you were. Lewis had you whimpering, begging moans of mercy as he worked you in ways you never thought possible, yet the whole time he was gentle with you, protective of you, despite the fact he had you near your peak in a matter of minutes, you could feel him holding back with you.

It took every bit of your strength to form words that were not complete gibberish, so hard he had made it for you to function as anything but a puddle of pleasure, you fought to have your needs spoken into the air, and the breathy stuttered form in which they took would just have to do.

“Need you…shit, I need you.”

Lewis didn’t quite stop lapping at your clit at your words, nor did he stop sucking your folds free of pleasure, but he did slow down just enough to be able to respond.

“I don’t think you could handle me…”

Was he challenging you? Did he think you were so inexperienced you wouldn’t know how to take him? Annoyed, you pulled yourself away from his grip, just enough that he could no longer control you with his tongue.

“I can handle anything…look at me…”

“I haven’t stopped...”

Lewis’ response was said half in jest but you both knew that his eyes hadn’t been off of you from the moment he arrived that evening. He stood from the position he knelt in, the contrast of you being completely naked whilst he was fully dressed should have scared you but it didn’t, it was perfect, you needed him to know that you were grown enough to take him.

“I’m a grown woman, Lewis. There is nothing…nothing…you could give me that I couldn’t handle.”

He paused for thought for a moment, the hunger in his eyes had never been more evident.

“Mmm, yes you are.”

With that, he lifted you up so your legs wrapped around his waist, carrying you with ease into the bedroom just so he could throw you on the bed. He didn’t have his way with you immediately, instead he stood at the end of the bed just watching you as you brushed your legs together, careful to not give him a view of all of you.

“Since you’re so sure you could handle me, why don’t you take control?”

Lewis was daring you now, teasing you into submission but you wouldn’t let him win, not yet anyway. Spreading your legs so he could see you in all your glistening glory, you stared into his eyes for a moment, tempting him to hold your gaze and not look at the pussy he had just spent the past 20 minutes eating. He did well, he only really broke when you began to play with yourself, the groan that escaped his lips told you that he loved watching you prepare for him.

“Are you just going to stand there and watch me get off all night or are you going to come here and fuck me?”

He needed no more telling, within seconds he had stripped free from his clothes and found his way to kneeling between your legs. You watched him in excitement, you marvelled at how impossibly thick he was, bigger than you ever could have imagined.

“I want you to watch me fuck you, I want you to watch how much I am going to stretch your pussy out.”

Resting his tip at your entrance for barely a second, Lewis felt no remorse as he bottomed out inside of you, forcing your head back into the pillow as your eyes rolled back.

“Too much for you?”

He smirked as he let you adjust to the size of him for a moment, watching you quiver with sensations you had never felt before underneath him, making him just want to test you more.

“Fuck me…please.”

That was all you could say, there were no words quite sufficient for everything you needed from him in that moment but that didn’t matter, he knew just what to do with you anyway.

With a thumb on your clit to play with, he made sure to fuck into you like he knew you had never been fucked before. Over and over his strokes were so deep, so precise that they hit your spot every time whilst he made sure to bring you closer and closer to orgasm by playing with you.

It was only when he felt the first contraction of your walls that he made you look at him, removing his thumb now he brought it up to your lips to make you taste yourself as he stroked you to the most mind blowing orgasm you had ever had.

The pleasure waves flowed through you for what felt like an eternity, never quite allowing you to catch your breath, Lewis slowed his pace as he drew out your pleasure for as long as possible whilst he fought back against his own, deep hisses leaving his lips as he tried to hold so he could have you for as long as possible.

“Good girl, you did so well…”

His lips found yours once more as he held still inside of you for a moment, letting you catch your breath for a moment just so he could tell you how proud of you he was. Your lips parted as if to speak but he didn’t quite let you.

“You want some more, baby?”

The rapidness in which you nodded your head told him all he needed to know, it was time he really had his way with you. Guiding you onto your stomach, he made sure to kiss every inch of every cheek you held up in the air for him before giving them both a spank.

“Fuck, you’re are so hot…”

It was Lewis who taught you about your praise kink, unintentionally he unlocked a part of you that you never knew about until he rained down praise and admiration on you constantly during your night with him.

Wrapping one of your ankles over another, he held your legs closed as he smacked his dick against your opening. Somehow he felt bigger, somehow he felt like he stretched you to almost breaking point as he thrust inside of you, running his fingers down your back to make you shiver before he spanked both of your cheeks once more.

He was relentless, unforgiving, he made sure you felt him deeper than you ever had before, he made sure that you knew no man would ever be able to give you quite what he had that night as he fucked you from behind. Wrapping a hand around your throat, he leant over just enough to be able to whisper in your ear as he fucked you.

“Such a good girl…fuck…such a very good girl.”

Your moans screamed out into the air, ecstasy wasn’t quite descriptive enough to explain all that he made you feel as he fucked into you over and over again. Lewis was unashamed of the noises he made, grunts, groans, moans of his own fell out into the air in between curse words.

Every stroke he let out a hiss, it was how you knew he was close now, slow yet deep thrusts, he fucked you with a want to fill you with him yet he fought every second he could to keep going, not wanting to give up this moment easily.

“Cum for me, Lewis…cum for me.”

You moaned out permission for him to undo without even thinking, the moan of relief as you said the words told you it was only mercy you were showing him. He picked up pace now, throwing your head down onto the bed as he gripped the back of your hair, Lewis fucked you harder than ever before, the sounds of him fucking you were so loud that they almost drowned out your chorus of moans.

“Don’t move…ugh, don’t you fucking move.”

He rose up on his arms as he growled his instructions at you, for a second you were worried he would finish inside of you, a part of you wanted him too, but at the very last moment he pulled out of you, lacing your ass with reams and reams of his warm cum whilst he moaned into the air, telling you all the ways you were such a very good girl for him.

The aftermath was only ever going to be awkward, you hadn’t thought about how you would feel once you had him, you hadn’t considered what you would say now that you had to go back to just being his best friends little sister, so as you came out of the bathroom after freshening up to find him sat on the edge of the bed fully dressed, you felt a little twinge of uncomfortableness.

The thing about Lewis that you had always known was he cared deeply for people, and having been so intimate with you had only made him care more. Inviting you into him with an outstretched arm, Lewis sat you on his lap so you could feel his tenderness as he spoke with you.

“I want you to know that nothing changes just because we did that, things won’t be weird between us and I certainly won’t be telling anybody what we did.”

“Thank you, it’s just…well, I don’t make a habit out of one night stands.”

Lewis smiled at you before bringing his lips to yours once more.

“No one said this would be a one night thing, baby.”

#Lewis Hamilton Smut #forbidden fruit #ex #Lewis #Lewis Hamilton one shot

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freedomfireflies · 8 months

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The Angel and the Fae | H.S.

The one where Harry is an angel that falls in love with a garden fairy.

And even the heavens can't keep you apart.

Based on this idea!!

Part One:

~ The Angel and the Fae

#harry #harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles blurb #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x reader #the angel and the fae #forbidden romance #harry styles fanfic #harry styles one shot #harry styles smut #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #harry styles fantasy AU #angel!harry

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would u be down to write Klaus x vampire hunter? I need that forbidden love angst and all that goodness!! I also may have seen a Buffy the vampire slayer post and couldn’t stop thinking about a Klaus x slayer relationship 🤔

Plot twist? She ends up getting pregnant!?!? I just need the juicy stuff loool

(this is gonna be a multiple part story FOR SURE! I can't lie I've had a very similar idea/scenario running through my head for the past few weeks so i'm really glad someone really wanted this too! The only reason it'll be multiple parts is so that it's easier to read and so that i'm able to add the build up how i imagined :))

Love is never simple

(Part 2 here)

Y/n was the first born daughter to Grayson and Miranda Gilbert.

When Y/n was born they had only very recently claimed Elena as their own, passing the two babies off as twins to those they knew. Fraternal of course for they were definitely not similar not for their looks nor their behaviour.

Elena was a mommy’s girl, she wanted to dress up and be the princess: have her hair and nails done, go shopping with her friends Caroline and Bonnie.

Meanwhile Y/n was more curious. She liked to follow her father, learn from his actions. She still spent time with the girls but given the choice to run around a field and swing a bat then she wouldn’t say no.

One day Miranda was unable to pick up the two girls from school, they were only young and couldn’t get a lift home. Grayson came straight from work and took the girls back there with him. Elena did as she was told, stayed in the designated room and wrote in her diary. Y/n decided to sneak after her father, wondering down a cold staircase to a dungeon of sorts. Men were walking with purpose in lab coats and barking orders at weak, pale beings in cells.

She could see card shot glasses filled with a deep red liquid laid out in rows on a tray. She held onto the railing of the stairs and watched as, who she assumed to be sick people, begged for the cups. Eventually they were given the small dosage, dark veins travelled down their eyes to their cheeks and sharp teeth poked into their lower lips.

A hint of fear swirled within her eyes, confusion and fascination. Something was wrong with these people. She peered closer, accidentally drawing the attention of one of the patients. His eyes narrowed before a small, cruel smile formed on his lips. It barely lasted a second before Y/n was harshly grabbed by the upper arm, causing a shriek to leave her as her head whipped round to see her fathers alarmed face staring back at her

“Y/n!” He yelled “you do not come down here!” Grayson hurriedly lifted her up the stairs and slammed the door shut behind him. “Where’s Elena? Is she still in the office?” He questioned in a panic and Y/n nodded quickly

“She stayed- I’m sorry Daddy- i just wanted to see” she whispered and he sighed, placing her down onto her feet and kissed her forehead.

“It’s not safe for you there” he warned

“What was wrong with those people?” She asked quietly and he clenched his jaw

“They’re not people Y/n…” he murmured “they’re…monsters…they just dress up as people”

They both looked at each-other trying to figure out what the other was thinking

“Dressed up?” She questioned curiously and he clicked his tongue

“Yes…see y/n, they aren’t humans. They just want you to believe that they are, they’re dangerous and it’s part of my job to stop them…to help real people be safe” he explained and she nodded

“You cure them?” She tilted her head, she knew her father was a doctor. Perhaps by stopping them he would make them people instead of monsters.

“If only that were a thing my little y/n….these beasts cannot be cured. Do you remember last summer when there was that…mountain lion on the loose?” He asked her and she nodded with a puzzled smile. “Well that creature hurt people, sent them to heaven…and because of that, the lion had to be put to rest” he told her and she nodded, viscous animals were put down, she knew that. “These beasts, they’re just like that lion. They’re viscous and they won’t ever be tame…they won’t ever feel love. They just want to hurt people.” He whispered, his eyes conveying passion as he spoke of the monsters.

“So you put them down?” She murmurs and he nods

“That’s right” he confirmed and she nodded back at him.

“Because they deserve it?” She utters and he smiled

“Exactly y/n, exactly”

And that was the start of a very twisted childhood.

Miranda was furious when she found out that Y/n had seen the Augustine vampires. They yelled all through the night, their angry voices sounding through the house which resulted in a frightened Elena and a crying Jeremy to climb into Y/n’s bed, all huddling together, looking to y/n for protection.

The next morning nobody spoke a word of the previous day. They ate breakfast, Grayson kissed the heads of each of his children and went of to work. Miranda got them all ready for school and dropped them off before going to work.

The system repeated itself until Y/n stepped out of line again. Tyler Lockwood had shoved Jeremy into a wall and called him names, Y/n wasn’t nearly as big as Tyler but threw punches just as hard. By the time the teacher had separated the two, both Grayson and Miranda were at the school beyond worried.

The school recommended Y/n went to a child’s psychologist to catch her anger management issues earlier rather than later. The same message was passed onto the Lockwoods.

But Grayson didn’t see a troubled little girl when he looked at his daughter, he saw someone strong, a fighter, a hunter.

With many disagreements and arguments, Miranda demanded that neither Y/n or Elena and Jeremy would ever be faced with the supernatural life as long as they were alive.

Grayson however didn’t listen. When Miranda took Elena out and Jeremy was at a friends, he would bring Y/n back to the vampires.

He showed her brain scans of a vampires brain vs a humans brain. He showed her a sociopaths and a psychopaths. He taught her what they had learnt, how a vampire thinks. How it behaves and why. He had her taking multiple self defence classes a week as well as personal training where she was allowed to used weapons, stakes.

On her 14th birthday, when everyone was getting ready for bed, Grayson came back into her room and gave her a box. Inside the box was a dagger, a very special dagger. One she had seen drawings of, heard stories of. And with it came the promise that one day she would get to use it.

Y/n was given weekly lessons on vampire history, all the way back to the originals.

By the age of 16 she was searching for them. For him. She wanted to see the one and only Niklaus Mikaelson. Supposedly the most ruthless, most dangerous and most powerful creature to walk the planet? The one who was supposed to kill her very very own sister.

Grayson didn’t approve of her wanting to seek him. He agreed with almost everything she did but not that. He couldn’t risk Klaus. Y/n could fight off a vampire, she was even able to kill a ripper while it was in a frenzy, but an original hybrid? At 16? He couldn’t guarantee that.

So she left in the night. She was gone four full days and nights before she returned. Miranda was in tears and begged her to never leave them again. Elena was angry and Jeremy felt betrayed. But Grayson could tell that Y/n had exactly what she wanted. She knew what Klaus Mikaelson looked like.

And when she placed a photograph of the beasts face on the table beside his glass, he knew he had successfully created a true vampire hunter.

Y/n had boards drawn, hidden from her siblings and mother and only accessible to herself. They held the locations of vampire nests, werewolf packs and witch covens all over the US. She began to form connections with witches. Shiela Bennet, Grams, was aware of Y/n’s involvement and although she wanted nothing more than to stay out of vampire business, she knew Y/n was in too deep to back out and she would protect that girl. She helped her get in touch with other witches, warned her of the witch trials that took place, where a hundred spirits would support her. In return Y/n promised to protect Bonnie, to never take advantage of her and to try her best to keep her away from vampires.

Everything was smooth for a while until that tragic night. One slip in the road and the car was in the water. Y/n had kicked and punched with everything in her to break the windows open, to save Elena, her mother and her father. But she watched as the life drained from their eyes, she watched as Elena tried to tell her how much she loved her. And then, in what she thought would be her last moment, she saw a figure force the door open with a supernatural strength. A vampire, Stefan Salvatore, saved both girls that night.

Y/n didn’t know what to think.

She understood that maybe he saved Elena because of the doppelgänger history that she had learnt of over the years. But she never understood why he would save her too.

Y/n had searched on Stefan before, the ripper. To say she was disgusted was an understatement, but now he was acting as though he was nothing more than a bunny muncher? Lies. There was darkness within him, waiting to be let free. He would kill them all. She was sure of it.

So sure that she broke into his house, only to find his brother Damon already there nursing a glass of bourbon. She observed the two brothers as they through each other from the window and hissed like feral cats. Like a mountain lion.

Damon didn’t even bother to hide his darkness, he was a monster in her eyes. Clear as the moon amongst the stars.

But before she could get her hands on the right stake, Grams was at her door

“Y/n, child, you mustn’t” she warned and Y/n frowned

“I will not have two vampires in our town, ruining my family.” She snapped back and Shiela shook her head

“Child, please” she begged “you have to trust me, trust me that you will need them” she whispered urgently

“Why would anyone need a vampire?” She sneered and Grams grabbed her hand

“Just believe” she uttered “they will not touch you, I can guarantee that not a hair on your head-“

“I don’t care if they hurt me, they will hurt Elena- Jeremy- Jenna-“ she listed, taking a pause before looking Grams in the eye “they will destroy Bonnie”

“You know I wouldn’t put her in danger, they will come and go. The older one of here for one thing, once he has it he will leave and the younger is nothing more than a nuisance” she tried to encourage but Y/n only shook her head

“You know that would be the easiest thing to believe. But they are not made to make friends, they are not here because they feel anything other than hunger. Hunger for blood and hunger for power. Your power, Bonnie’s power.” She threatened

“Y/n, you must trust me just this once. We will rid ourselves of these demons but we must do it right so that we do not become the monsters we fear”

And so with much reluctance, Y/n waited and watched.

She didn’t reveal any of her intentions, she just stayed quiet.

Even when the vampires escaped the tomb, she didn’t make herself known. When Grams died it broke something inside Y/n but it also made her stronger, she knew she had to protect her family, the Gilbert’s, the Bennett’s.

Not even the council knew she was in on it all. Grayson never told a soul outside of the Augustine community so that Miranda never found out. She helped of course, but at the end of the day when she watched Stefan and Elena beg for Bonnie to let them save Damon…Y/n just couldn’t decide where she stood. In that moment she froze, she watched Bonnie Bennet help a vampire and it confused her beyond belief.

And she witnessed it time and time again.

How could this happen? How could everyone in that godforsaken town so easily submit to those animals?

It was Damon who finally caught onto Y/n, noticing the pure disgust on her face when a vampire entered the room. The way she looked at Caroline after she turned, the inner battle she faced when Caroline cried like a child and begged Y/n to tell her everything would be okay.

He eavesdropped on Y/n’s conversation with Caroline’s mother, Liz. It was after Mason had outed the Salvatores and they were waiting for the vervain to leave her system.

“She isn’t my daughter anymore Y/n” she whispered and Y/n just stared back at the wall

“No?” She questioned slightly

“She’s a monster- my little girl is…my little girl is gone” she uttered, tears brimming in her eyes and Y/n’s thoughts stirred

“Gone” she repeated “it’s just a monster…dressed as Caroline?” She mused and Liz let out a sob

“How could this happen? They killed my baby” she cried over and over but Y/n remained emotionless. She wasn’t expecting Damon to be back yet, she wasn’t aware of the way he looked at her. The tilt of his head and the narrowing of his eyes. The shock he felt when he heard the question slip from her mouth

“Will you kill her?”

Liz looked up at Y/n, horrified to an extent as she slowly shook her head “I couldn’t…” she breathed and Y/n nodded in understanding

“Would you…would you have someone else kill her?” She asked quietly and Liz sat up a little straighter, looking at Y/n almost quizzically

“I…don’t know” she whispered “should I?”

That was the biggest question Y/n had. Where was the line drawn? The line between right and wrong, the line between human and monster.

Silence hung over them and Damon watched as Y/n pondered the idea, he could see the way her eyes glistened as she thought over the idea of tearing Caroline’s heart out and then he saw the guilt settle in and the confusion take over again.

“Maybe” she mumbled “maybe Caroline is truly gone. Maybe now she is just a hollow shell of who she is supposed to be and a violent, vicious animal” she stated unfazed “but then what if she’s still your baby girl? What if she’s everything she was and more? What if she’s…better” she whispered, a glint in her eye.

Liz couldn’t give and answer, neither of them could. Neither of them ever would.

By the time Y/n left, Liz was almost asleep.

Damon seized Y/n’s arm as she walked toward the front door and attempted to pin her to the wall only to be knocked off his feet and kicked straight in the gut. His hand automatically grabbed ahold of her ankle and twisted but nothing more than a grunt left her as she grabbed something, a glass, and smashed it against the side of his head. He let out a growl and lunged for her throat but her hand was in his chest in seconds. They both stayed completely still as she held is heart still inside his body, his fangs on display and pain clear in his expression.

A silent stare down happened before Y/n squeezed at his heart and forced a surrender out of him. Once she let go they both crawled away from the other and sat on the floor, facing the other with a contemplating look.

Eventually he spoke, “what are you?” He questioned and she scoffed

“Human” she stated as though he were stupid

“It isn’t human instinct to rip someone’s heart out” he raised a brow and she sighed

“Well maybe not every human but when we have things like you living in our town-“

“Things like me?” He laughed “oh you really aren’t who I thought you were” he grinned a grin of disbelief and stared up at the ceiling. “You think all vampires are monsters?” He murmured, glancing to her

“I’m not sure anymore” she mumbled and he hummed, his brows furrowing

“So…me…Stefan and Caroline are the demons and you? You’re a little angel?” He mocks and she rolls her eyes

“Nobody said or implied that” she sighed and he squinted his eyes

“So then what?”

“I don’t know.” She stated, angrier.

The both went quiet for a moment until Stefan walked in. His eyes were wide and confused. Both Damon and Y/n looked to each other, a look that said they needed to keep this quiet.

“What the-“

“Caroline thought I was gonna hurt Liz, she threatened me by grabbing my heart” Damon lied, a sarcastic smirk on his face which made the situation much more believable. “Y/n stayed to watch Liz, didn’t you?” He glared and she nodded

“Yeah, course, anything to help” she smiled and Stefan slowly nodded. Something wasn’t right but he knew he shouldn’t ask.

And from there stemmed an odd and twisted friendship.

Damon liked to purposefully annoy Y/n, see what made her angry enough to the point where she would hurt him. He wanted to know why she was so strongly against vampires. He wanted to know where she went when she disappeared.

Because disappearing wasn’t uncommon for Y/n, since those days when she hunted down Klaus Mikaelson. The beast who was supposed to be impossible to find but clearly wasn’t trying very hard to hide. Since then she would disappear for a week every couple of months, release her built up anger and hatred for the supernatural by going to a vampire nest and seeing how many she could take on at a time.

Between stakes, wooden bullets and enchanted blades she did very well.

She would return, any wounds wrapped in bandages and nobody would ask, Elena and Jeremy had come accustomed to it. They would hug her, thank her for coming back in one piece and she would promise to never leave without coming back.

Damon however would dance circles around her: “where were you?” “Why do you smell of blood” “what did you do?”

One day she snapped at him and told him she killing of leeches like him. She proceeded to stake him through the stomach and leave him on floor before going up to bed.

That was how Stefan found out. He witnessed the scene and very cautiously raised his hands in surrender when she stomped past him on the stairs.

Damon and Stefan had many conversations on it but nothing ever came of them.

Actually a sort of alliance was formed between the three, nobody tells Elena or anyone for that matter that Y/n is a vampire hunter and Y/n will help behind the scenes when needed.

It worked well.

When Elena and Caroline were taken by the wolves, Y/n killed more of those dogs than Stefan Damon combined.

When Elena was kidnapped by Rose and Trevor for Elijah, she had seen it happen and tracked them before anyone else realised they were missing. She waited patiently in the shadows for Elijah to arrive. She already knew so much about him and it was a dream of sorts to see him so close. She had the dagger of course but she wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to do. Looking at the situation, his tone and the look in his eyes, he didn’t seem to carry any untoward intentions with Elena and if Y/n were honest she wanted to take Elijah down to Augustine. She wanted to scan the originals brain, test his blood to see if he were different to the others.

But when Elijah continued to smack Trevors head clean off and grab Elena in a painful hold, she couldn’t just stand by. A stake was thrown strain into the top of his spine, temporarily paralysing the original and causing him to let out a sharp cry of pain and anger. Elena turned to face Y/n in shock, confusion and relief. Damon and Stefan moved as soon as Y/n did and tackled Elijah unto the others presumed him dead. Y/n however collected a small sample of his blood before they left.

She returned home with the others, explaining to Elena the best she could about how she got to be who she was. About their father’s secret vampire hunting job, leaving out the Augustine side to the story as she knew Elena would not approve and Damon, Stefan and Caroline would be appalled.

Everything was different from then, Elena seeked more support in Y/n like she used to do when they were younger and Y/n guarded Elena with her life. Even when Elena was determined to sacrifice herself, hand herself over to Klaus, Y/n was there.

Y/n could feel her heart in her throat when Elijah stood in-front of her, two hearts in his hands from the vampires that were here for the doppelgänger. He gave a her a strange looked, confused as to who she was before he noticed the way Elena hid behind her and Damon grabbed at her wrist. He vanished into thin air and Y/n went on edge.

She slept in Elena’s room or had Elena in her own. She dug back through her original’s knowledge and information, pages and pages worth of history and myths. Sketches of Klaus’s face and the daggers. A small figure, hand carved by Klaus himself and made of white oak which she had stolen and kept hidden away. But then she remembered what she had learnt from the witches she had conversed with.

Killing one original would wipe out every vampire of that sireline.

She wasn’t sure what to do. Kill Klaus and the Salvatores, kill Caroline? Her childhood friend? Destroy her bond with her sister and be left alone?

She hid the white oak away and decided on presenting Damon with the mystical dagger and white oak ash. He immediately took to the idea while Stefan was hesitant but after another week of Elijah proving to be nothing but a threat in their eyes, he found himself as close to death as he could be in the cellar of the Salvatore’s.

But then Klaus showed up, we’ll sort of.

He had taken over Alaric and assumed they would all be too stupid to notice.

But Y/n could sense something. And he didn’t like the way she was looking at him, a calculated and curious look. She knew he couldn’t question her, that would be confirming her theory. So she just waited and watched. Klaus couldn’t help but feel a little nervous when she narrowed her eyes and glanced toward Elena.

When he finally revealed himself and attacked the girls in the school, Y/n was already in the cellar and forcing Elijah up the stairs.

“You’re fucked up brother is here, wake the fuck up” she yelled as his fingers slowly twitched to life. She threw blood bags at him, watching him drain them in seconds through coughing and groaning.

Once he came to he tried to have her by the throat only to be smacked back by the invisible force of the doorway. She held the dagger threateningly at him until he calmed down and took a step back to compose himself.

They grabbed Elena ASAP and got to talking.

It was another couple days before she actually saw Klaus in his true form. Y/n had just stepped into the grill, ready to yell at Damon for force feeding her his blood when she noticed the dirty blonde, blue eyed vampire stood with a glass of scotch in his hand and a cruel smirk on his face. She swiftly weaved her way through the grill and to a booth in the corner to watch the interaction.

Klaus finished threatening Damon, walked all the way to the door and paused. He could feel himself being watched, his head turned in her direction, his eyes locked onto hers and his brows pulled together with a hint of confusion. He watched as Damon noticed Y/n and called her name, drawing her attention and beckoning her over. Klaus left with her on his mind.

She was soon forgotten when he completed his ritual, was faced with his brothers betrayal and then set free.

He then left with Stefan, unaware that Y/n knew exactly where they were all of the time. Following them, tracking them, hunting them.

She watched as they moved from the road to motels, to diners to hotels to dodgy alleyways to drain helpless humans, to houses to slaughter petrified people.

And while they slept she would break into their hotel rooms, seeing how long it would take to wake the beast. She rummaged through his duffle bag of clothes and papers. She flipped through his sketch books, seeing what new things he had added since the last time she looked. She made her own copies of his maps, marking the same places as he had to know where he would be going next to find the werewolves. It was amusing to her that the reason he struggled to find them was because she had helped kill a proportion of them over the past few years.

Klaus could always feel like someone was watching him but he wasn’t sure if it was actually there or just his paranoia so he never thought too much of it. She was always hidden when he looked over his shoulder anyway.

What he didn’t know was that sometimes she would slip a concentrated doses of ketamine into his and Stefan’s drinks when he wasn’t looking to ensure he would sleep through the night. What she wasn’t expecting was for him to have a nightmare.

She had been in Klaus’s room, transferring all the data from his phone over to her laptop so she could track is messaged and phone calls when he began muttering. She ignored him and waited for it to load but he began to get louder so she stood up, a little worried he would wake. But when his breathing turned rapid and his mumbled became cries for help in fear she started to understand. He was in the middle of a nightmare and the ketamine refused to let him wake.

Hesitantly she came over to his sleeping form, placing a hand on his shoulder which his shook off.

“Shhh” she hushed quietly, not wanting anyone else in the motel to wake. “It’s okay” she whispered but he wouldn’t shut up. He just wouldn’t stop screaming, begging for the wolves to let go of someone- Henrik.

Y/n pulled the covers off him, leaving him in only his boxers. His skin was covered in sweat as he struggled against his own mind. She gently rubbed her hands over his chest, trying to soothe him with physical touch. She whispered kind words to him as she smoothed her fingers over his skin to his face, petting him gently and calming him back to a more settled sleep. His face turned to press his cheek into her palm and she sighed, relieved.

Carefully she pulled away and grabbed her laptop which now had all of his information. She placed everything back when she found it and left, locking the door and moving into Stefan’s room.

Klaus could faintly remember the feel of hands on his body, such soft skin on his. He could remember her soothing voice as she told him to breath and relax. He could still feel her fingers in his hair when he closed his eyes.

Stefan almost always knew that Y/n had been there, he could always smell her perfume. Plus sometimes she would leave him little notes to let him know she was with him.

What wasn’t planned was for Klaus to actually find Ray. She was torn between staying with Klaus or following Stefan when Stefan promised to get rid of Damon, who was searching for him as he assumed Y/n was glad to be rid of the two monsters.

Y/n only stayed because Stefan had spotted her in the bar and mouthed for her to stay, that he would be back.

So she stayed and observed. Watched as Klaus threw vervain-dipped-darts into the man’s body with a smirk on his face. It was creatures like him that she reminded her of why she killed. Why she was apart of Augustine.

So she ordered a drink for him, had the waiter tell him a girl had gotten payed for it and watched as he grinned, flattered and looked around for her. He didn’t spot her as she hid herself behind the bar, he shrugged anyways and took the drink in one gulp. His eyes went wide instantly as the liquid quite literally burned through his throat, a mixture of vervain and wolvesbane in his system. He angrily looked around for the culprit but she was out the door in seconds and in her car.

Once he came back outside, Stefan was back and Ray was unconscious.

She followed them to the mountains and followed at a safe distance, stakes and wolvesbane grenades ready. She stayed low and far enough away, occasionally climbing into trees to watch as he snapped each wolves neck.

She watched in boredom as he failed, she already knew why he wasn’t successful. The witches had already told her Esther’s plan. The double curse.

Cruel but necessary.

She watched his tantrum and then she watched as they both dragged themselves back down to the car.

Following them to Chicago was a low point for her. She had dozens of cans of red bulls and protein bars in her car and had been listening to the same list of songs for months. Klaus’s messages were dryer than a dessert and Stefan was losing his spark. He was losing what made him special, the reason she began to trust a vampire. He was proving that all vampires were beasts.

Thankfully for Y/n, she had already met Gloria in the past. So when Y/n came into the bar after Klaus and Stefan had left and explained the situation, Gloria was happy to let Y/n stay with her in the apartment above the bar for a few days. Without Klaus’s knowledge of course.

She was also happy to let Y/n sit and watch the security cameras whilst Klaus and Stefan were downstairs. In return Y/n offered Gloria a favour, whether it be an ingredient to a spell or the death of another supernatural. Either way it didn't bother Y/n, she was just as happy to do either. if anything she craved to kill a vampire, it was her release and this trip was nothing but a bore for her so far.

It became slightly more interesting when Klaus woke his sister; Rebekah. watching them whine at each other was somewhat amusing but it also reminded her of Elena and Jeremy. She had never been away from home for more than two weeks and these past few months had been isolating and lonely.

What definitely sparked her attention however was when they began talking of Elena's necklace. She bit at her finger tips as she watched Stefan's dreadful attempt at behaving oblivious and the way Gloria's eyes darkened when she glanced toward him. y/n knew this would not end well. she was 100% certain that Klaus or Rebekah would figure out what was wrong and so she left with a head start.

She had Damon on the phone in minutes, bag packed and on the road.

"They know Elena's alive and by they i mean Klaus and his wacko sister, that's right another crazy original bloodsucker is coming to town! Get Elena, get Bonnie and get out!" she yelled down the phone as she drove way past the limit.

"woah woah woah, what? Y/n is this a joke? I'm not in town!" Damon whisper shouted back, clearly frustrated

"where the fuck are you?" she borderline growled

"I'm.... I'm with Katherine" he sighed, knowing the pissed off expression she would have on her face in that moment

"Well I'm in traffic! So get home, get Elena back ALIVE and then say goodbye to you dick because I'm gonna chop it off!" she screamed down the phone at him before abruptly ending the call and coming to a standstill as dozens of cars in front of her come to a halt. She clicked the radio on only to be told that a crash had happened a few miles ahead of her. Y/n smacked her head against the horn of her car and groaned loudly.

Klaus must've taken a diversion because she returned late into the night, Stefan was home with zero humanity and an angry blonde bitch. klaus was missing again and Elena was crying in her bed. Y/n laid with her until they both fell asleep.

The next morning Y/n, Elena, Jeremy, Caroline and Damon were piled into the Gilbert's kitchen. They figured out Tyler was sired/Y/n told them that it was obvious. Together they agreed that getting Mikael would be a good idea. Y/n didn't want him to kill Klaus, although it would have probably been the best thing for her. However she did want him to scare Klaus away at least for a while.

The problem was getting Rebekah to agree but Y/n already knew just the secret to spill to get her attention. It was pure luck that the creatures from 'the other side' were able to cross the barrier and that mason revealed the symbols. Y/n decided it would be better if Damon thought that Klaus killing his own mother was discovered by him instead of Y/n. And she thought it would be better if Elena spoke to Rebekah over herself. Y/n didn't really want to form any kind of relationship with the originals if they were going to be here any longer. Especially not Rebekah, she was too girly and obnoxious for Y/n.

So she let the plan fall out. She played her part, even let Caroline dress her up for homecoming just to make her happy. Afterall if Mikael did end up killing Klaus then Caroline would die too and Y/n would rather she went out on a high.

Everything was going fine, she even had a conversation with Mikael himself. He was rather impressed with her actually, he could recognise a vampire hunter within miles.

They then went to the gym, got redirected to the Tyler's, weird but whatever. And then Klaus made his appearance, reclaimed homecoming as a wake and effectively ruined everyone's night.

Y/n tried to cruise through the evening, keeping to herself and drinking shitty punch. She was pretty happy with just waiting until Katherine, posing as Elena pulled Y/n aside and let her in on what she and Stefan were gonna do. Well not everything they would do but that they planned to save Klaus because the hybrids would kill Damon. Y/n reluctantly agreed, much to Katherine's surprise if she were honest but she took the win.

Y/n then returned to the 'part' in annoyance and relief, that familiar confusion settling over her as she grabbed a real drink and stood to the side of the crowds.

Unfortunately for her, Klaus had spotted her and taken her loneliness as an invitation to approach her. and what was even more unfortunate was that Stefan was glaring straight at her, warning her not to fuck this up.

So she looked back to Klaus with an awkward smile. She knew her body was tense and she could feel her fingers twitch with the urge to defend herself. His power radiated like heat. She just knew Augustine would kill to have him in their facilities.

"Y/n, isn't it?" Klaus questioned knowingly.

"mhm" she mumbled, unsure how to behave.

"why are you all alone?" he asked, his eyes flicking up and down the length of her body, lingering on her cleavage without shame.

"I don't like people" she stated simply and he let out a chuckle.

"Ah I understand that" he smiled but she shifted a step away from him which he noticed but didn't comment on though his smile did drop, it was common for people to distance themselves from him. "you know things aren't going to end well tonight" he warned, his voice quiet but clear

"I'm aware" she mumbled, glancing to where Tyler was dragging an annoyed Caroline toward the house

"Then you should really make better decisions about who you side with, sweetheart. You're strong, and smart. I could tell that from the first time seeing you, it didn't take you 5 minutes to figure out that I wasn't Alaric" he murmured to her, his tone changing from threatening to proud though his face remained neutral.

She said nothing in response, she didn't know what he wanted her to do so she just stared back at him, watching his jaw clench and unclench as he watched and waited for her to come to some sort of answer. He knew that realistically he wouldn't received one but he hoped that she would be intelligent enough to at least take his words into consideration. Klaus liked her, he liked that she was observant and that she had the common sense that everyone else in the town didn't have, to stay out the way. If he were honest, he would have liked her to have been on his 'team', he imagined that she probably had a lot of untold knowledge just waiting to be put to use.

If he only knew the half of it.

Klaus was too buried in his thoughts to notice how Y/n's eyes focused on someone behind him, Damon, who mouthed that he needed 10 minutes before Mikael to get there and that Klaus needed to be occupied.

Y/n could have smacked him when she gave him a look as if to ask what to do and he acted out a dance scene. Her eyes flicked between Klaus and past his shoulder, and then just as Klaus let out a sigh and took a step back she cleared her throat and mentally stabbed herself

"Dance with me?" she offered, her hand very unwillingly lifting out for him to take. His brows shot up but he accepted with little hesitation.

She bit at her own tongue to keep her expressions at bay. Almost everything in her wanted to shove him off, stab him, stake him, behead him. She could feel the vervain syringe she had brought with her in the hidden pockets of her dress, she so desperately wanted to weaken him, kill him.

But no, instead she had a half vampire/half werewolf with his hand on her waist and the other holding her own. His werewolf side made his touch warm, almost like a human's. Slowly her hand went to his shoulder, lightly touching the expensive material of his suit jacket.

Her eyes found his awaiting blue ones, she didn't like how they seemed so deep, they reminded her of Damons. They were those obvious blue eyes, they could be beautiful some of the time and terrifying other times. They were the sort of eyes you could fall into, the kind you could swim in, the ones you would lose yourself in and never find a way out.

It was for that reason that she looked away from them and instead glanced around, taking in the music and the people. There were so many people, it didn't take a genius to guess that most of them were with Klaus, hybrids. She hoped this would be the last time she would touch him, be this close to him but deep down she knew better.

She could feel him pull her a little closer so that his cologne engulfed her, the scent was rich and her inhale for a second too long. She could sense Klaus's smirk in response but refused to acknowledge it. Hopefully someone would come get him soon.

Until then, however, she was to stay in the arms of the beast.

He wirled and twirled her around, doing whatever he could to entice a smile or a laugh from her. Klaus knew many dances from over the centuries, some slow and some fast. Some much more erotic than others and he took great pleasure and amusement in changing between them until a melodic laugh was buzzing through the air. His arms held her close as he brought them low and high, round and round. He spun her one last time before dipping her. Her breathing calmed and her laughs faded as she because aware of how his body pressed to hers, how his arms supported her and how close his face was to hers. The warm air from his mouth fanned over her face and the words she needed to say got trapped in her throat.

Thankfully a women cleared her throat which gained Klaus's attention.

"What is it, I'm busy?" he huffed as he lifted Y/n to stand by herself. He frowned when her touch left him and she moved away, a look of self disgust scrunching up her pretty face.

"Someone's here for you... he says his names Mikael" She told him, unbothered by his angry tone.

His demeanour changed in a second . That familiar coldness returning, it reminded Y/n of the vampires she'd seen with no humanity though it was a little different. She wasn't sure what was different about it but something was.

Either way she didn't like it.

And so by the time Klaus had turned around to apologise to Y/n for the interruption, she was out of sight. He sighed and shook his head before going to end his father.

Y/n proceeded to go sit in Katherine's car, turning the engine on and the radio as she waited for the inside to heat up. She was patiently waiting for the doppelgänger and Stefan to arrive and as soon as they were in the car, her foot was down and they were speeding into the night.

Ripper Stefan and Katherine Pierce were the two worst vampires for Y/n to be around. She wanted them dead, they deserved to die. She wished Klaus had died to his sireline went too. She really did...until she remembered that Elena would be broken. Family would always be more important than anything else.

So when Katherine and Stefan started talking about a way to get revenge on Klaus, she left. She went home and to bed so that she wasn't on 'the wrong side'.

Y/n didn't want to be on any of their sides. She didn't want to be in support of any supernaturals.

Which is why she hated to admit that she had some sort of weird friendship to Damon Salvatore who had been relentlessly teasing her on what he witnessed at the homecoming.

"Oh you should have seen them Elena, for a moment it was like I was in Spain watching salsa dancing and the next I was back in the 1800s" He laughed and Y/n lobbed a dart at him

"You wanted him distracted" she grumbled and he grinned while Elena rolled her eyes

"There's distracting and there's seducing" Damon chuckled

"Hey! He started the whole-"

"The whole what love?" Klaus's voice sounded from behind the trio. It was cold and sharp like the icy wind of the winter. He didn't appreciate being played with let alone mocked, especially when she had asked him too dance. Whether it were apart of a plan or not, she could have done something else for his attention. Throwing a drink on his would have taken him a good few minutes to rage about before changing his outfit but she chose a dance.

"Nothing" she answered, standing and walking away from them all, over to the farthest point of the bar so that she couldn't here what they were saying. 'No involvement' she would warm herself.

She knew they were talking about Stefan from the defensive stances the pair were taking but she didn't want to know why, not even for a second.

And she hoped and hoped that Klaus would just leave after his little threats but of course he had to hover.

A drink was placed infront of her and a hand spun her round on the bar stool forcing her to face the beast once again. "Afternoon sweetheart, lovely to see you again after our little moment. You could even call it a date" the sarcasm was clear but the words alone made her nose wrinkle up.

"I'd prefer you didn't" she mumbled and he hummed

"well I'd prefer a lot of things so I suppose we're all unhappy. Now, where's Stefan hm? I know you had something to do with last night, I witnessed you talking suspiciously quietly with Katerina." He placed a threatening hand on her upper arm and both Damon and Elena stood from their places, worry on their faces as they saw a darkness swirl inside Y/n's eyes. "Where is Stefan, and where had he put my family?"

Y/n let out a laugh, she couldn't help it.

"He took the originals?" she questioned, covering her mouth as hiccups of laughter threatened to escape. Damon headed over fast, muttering to Elena to get it the car. He quickly wrapped an arm around her waist and let out a nervous chuckle, looking to Y/n with wide eyes but she couldn't stop giggling.

"She's just...going through something right now" He smiled fakely and pulled her out of her seat, holding his own hand over her mouth making her shove him off out of reflex, her voice aggressive as she began to yell

"Get the fuck off you filthy-" she cut herself off when she noticed multiple people staring at her with surprised expressions. Damon simply chuckled and grabbed her elbow, pulling her toward the door

"don't hit me" he whispered quietly as he pushed her through the door and toward the car.

Klaus watched the two in confusion and interest. He certainly hadn't expected her to switch up so fast and he definitely wanted to know what the end of her insult was supposed to be.

His curiosity grew when he went to the Salvatore's to try and see if maybe Stefan was there only to find Damon and Y/n with a supernatural board, pictures and names written with strings running from the to different information.

"God if you and your fucked up brother just pissed off instead of following Elena around like the hungry mosquitoes you are then everything would be sunshine and daisies" Y/n complained and Damon rolled his eyes as he linked Stefan to the originals via some red wool.

"What and you would have carried on hunting and slaughtering vampires while Jeremy, Elena and Jenna would obliviously move on with their lives and eventually Elena would have settled down with good ol' Matt Donovon?" he mocked and Klaus's brows furrowed.

"Sounds better than my life right now" she mumbled and Damon rolled his eyes

"Surely this is every crazy vampire hunters dream?" he questioned "cmon think about it, you're surrounded by the oldest vampires, a famous ripper, hybrids and best of all...you got me?" he grinned and she groaned, dropping onto the couch.

"I know and it just makes me feel murderous all the time" she whined "and gross and contaminated" she gagged and he dramatically huffed.

"Come on, you can attack me" he offered with a playful glint and she let out a mocking 'ha ha'. "hey no come on, how about you get to stab me a few times and I get a shot of your blood?"

"Damon?"

"yes?"

"I would rather rip my own heart out then let a soulless , leech anywhere near my blood" she sneered and he laughed with a clap.

"How did it take me so long to realise you undying hatred for what was it?-my kind?" he raised his brows and she glared at him

"These past few months have done nothing but confirm my every belief. You and everyone like you are monsters" she whispered, enjoying how his expression faltered "unsavable, unloveable-"

"shut up" he uttered, veins appearing under his eyes making her lips curve up

"see? you can't even control yourself"

"says the girl who nearly lost it in the middle of the grill" he quipped before walking out and leaving her alone.

Klaus's mind was spinning with new knowledge. It made sense to him but he still wasn't exactly expecting it. Either way, he would find a way to put this to his advantage.

(Okay I'm going to make this part one and then from here Klaus and Y/n will have more time together and start to fall for one-another. I know this is a little different to my usual stories as I never usually give so much build up/back story but I had a lot of ideas and wanted to share those with you. So thanks for reading and I hope you loo forward to the next part/parts)

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Forbidden Hours

“Sounds like someone’s projecting,” he says, voice laced with honey.

“I’m not projecting anything.”

“Sounds like what you’re saying is that you’re jealous that I have the confidence to partake in intercourse and you’re a bumbling virgin-“

“I’ve read all of the volumes of the Kamasutra. I know my way around when I need to engage in coitus for reproduction,” she cuts him off.

“Oh, sweet sweet Princess,” he whispers, using her title condescendingly. “Sex is more than just reproduction.” He strides towards her.

PAIRING - spy!harry x princess!y/n

a/n - happy first day of 2023! this is my first time writing historical fiction. it’s loosely inspired by a movie, particularly this scene. it’s not historically accurate in the slightest. you can read more about the chola dynasty here. don’t know how many parts this would have but i’m hoping to write more of these two’s dynamic. if you have any ideas, let me know. as always, like and reblog. feed back is not only appreciated but much welcome. happy reading!

Word Count - 4.2k (not proofread)

MASTERPOST | PART TWO

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நிழல். Shadow. That was his nickname among the royal heirs. He was quiet, swift, inconspicuous, and nimble - camouflaging himself in vast rooms and gathering intel. There wasn’t a room in the kingdom he couldn’t weasel himself in; whether that be up on the roof, scaling walls, or hidden in the dark - where candle lights don’t flicker.

Growing up as the son of a British sea merchant, Harry learned that there wasn’t much for a young boy to do in the cramped quarters of the ship. He’d lost his mother the moment he took his first breath. There wasn’t a lot of maternal warmth in his life but that wasn’t to say that he wasn’t loved. He was loved in a different way, his father kept him close during the wuthering nights at sea often pointing out constellations in the night sky to remind him that life had far more in store for him than the fervent passing waves of the sea. But he was also a man that did not believe in making mistakes, so whenever Harry got in trouble, he was asked to scrub the deck floor clean until his hands bled. He learnt his way around a sword from the crewmen. Travelling to different ports of the world also meant learning different forms of combat and gathering information from people of different cultures. Stewing in a ship with ten men for months meant no entertainment, so he began sifting for stories and used their weakness and strengths against them to gain favours.

He docked on Chozhamandalam when he was twenty and was greeted with a red swallowtail flag with a pouncing tiger on it. He grew to love the people of Kaveripattinam - the bustle of the markets, the chortle of the children running about, the welcoming people, and the way art was particularly celebrated in this small port town, and the princess he set his sights on his third day of being docked there. He’s heard of royalty. Lots of royalty. Cruel rulers. Compassionate rulers. Ostentatious rulers. Modest rulers. Heard. But he’s never seen one in the flesh. Until that day.

A crowd gathered near the temple, murmurs of visiting royals spread like wildfire, and when he’d caught wind of it, he couldn’t resist. Ten soldiers walked first clearing the path, two on horses and sheathed swords followed, then came ten men bearing the weight of a palanquin. It wasn’t an ordinary palanquin, this particular one was grandiose, shimmering in gold and stained glass but the insides were draped in silk to obstruct the view of the onlookers. The Queen Mother exited first, greeting the townspeople and that’s when Harry saw her - the Princess Regnant, the one third in line to the throne. He found himself unable to tear his eyes away from the way her lips curled up in an inviting smile. Harry has seen many a sight in his life but none would compare to the way the royal blue silk saree draped around her body made her skin shimmer; it reminded him of how the first light of the sun would glint and glimmer on the steady ocean water. Her eyes were dark, like the deepest part of the sea where light does not enter. She was adorned in gold, hair piled up into a tall bun that was decorated with jasmine flowers. Their temple visit was brief, the Princess joined her grandmother thanking people for their well wishes before being escorted into the temple premises. It was her eighteenth birthday, so a feast was prepared for everyone in town. As the crowd dissipated to head to the town hall for the royal lunch, Harry lingered wanting to catch sight of the Princess again. He managed to climb a peepal tree that towered over the south entrance of the temple. He saw her again, only this time being told off by the guard as she tried to reach over to pluck a blooming lotus from the temple pond. She huffed in response settling down on the step, so the water lapped at her feet, guiding a tadpole trapped in a water bubble on the lotus pad back into the water.

Three years later, he’d made himself a name in the kingdom. His path stumbled with the Crown Prince a month after arriving. He soon became his confidant, even earning a spot in his army. The Crown Prince, Vikram, was a skilled warrior often going off on conquests under the King’s orders to further expand the country. The youngest Prince, Karthi, was sent to the island of Lanka to study apothecary and healing. And the middle heir, Princess Y/N, was known for her wisdom and strategic wit. She often presided in important meetings with the King and his counsel and implemented many strategies that helped triple the wealth of the dynasty and the well-being of the people. The first battle Harry rode alongside the Crown Prince, he was tasked with bringing home a note sent by the prince to his father detailing his plans on the war spoils to the King. Harry was entrusted with carrying secrets and messages to royalty and trusted members of the Crown. His knack of gathering information also came in handy and now was a spy for the royal heirs three years later.

Soon enough the nickname Shadow was bestowed upon him by Prince Karthi. There wasn’t a single room he couldn’t get into - even the castle. But the tower he was currently scaling was one he never had before - Princess Y/N’s chamber. It was forbidden to talk to her without supervision but in the dark of the night, he supposed it did not matter. His job description came with breaking rules and this particular information needed for her to be in the know sans protocols.

He hitched his leg up over the stone bannister and lurched his torso up to the terrace. Princess Y/N’s tower was away from the main dome of the royal vacation castle and he chalked it up for safety but now standing at her balcony, he understands why. The view was unbelievable - the vast expanse of the ocean was at his feet, calm waters painted silver with the full moon; it also overlooked her personal garden filled with coral jasmine, hibiscus, marigolds, and wildflowers. The ocean breeze carried over the fragrance of the flora straight to her room. It was well known that the princess was an avid gardener; he heard through the grapevine that oftentimes she’d sketch out the garden’s landscape plans and sometimes even join the workers to tend to the flower beds. Princes who came to court her from neighbouring territories would almost always bring a sapling of a flowering plant to gain affection.

One could get used to the view, he thinks, as he leans against the bannister one more time - the sounds of tides crashing over the shore soothe his nerves from his climb up. Being born with the golden spoon ain’t that bad. If the burden of duty came with such lavish living quarters, someone sign me the fuck up, Harry takes in the scenery before him before pushing off from it. His body instinctively makes his way to her, like a moth being drawn to a frame, or in this case a spy being drawn to the lavish canopy bed bathed in the buttery glow of candlelight. He stops in his tracks for the second time by the sight of her, not by the opulent beauty that she radiated when he first laid eyes on her but with fondness.

It’s not the Princess Regnant who’s fast asleep on her bed but Y/N. The same Y/N who bristles every time he’s in the room with her siblings. The same Y/N who straightens up her back and holds her chin up high when he cracks a joke to try and force a smile on her face.The same Y/N who looks away when he catches her eyeing him up as he hands over the sealed scroll sent by one of her brothers. It’s almost as if Harry is seeing her for the first time without any filters - except for the sheer white netted fabric that hangs around. She looks small without all the jewellery and silks. Hair raven and straight and long - longer than what he had anticipated - now that her hair has not been pinned up in a bun or bushed away from her face with intricate braids. She looks vulnerable - almost her age - a twenty one year old with a bare face that is not made up immaculately. She has dark circles under her eyes, and Harry deduces that it’s from reading all the books she has strewn over - opened - beside her on the satin sheets. Her lips are curled downwards; she frowns in her sleep and Harry has to try and fight the urge to reach over and smooth out the crinkle between her eyebrows.

He clears his throat, hoping she’ll wake up before he ends up touching her and landing himself in prison. She twitches in response, her steady deep breaths interrupted by a sharp inhale. He clears his throat again, louder this time, followed by, “Your royal highness.”

Y/N’s eyes flutter open, and she jolts up when she sees a tall figure standing beside her. “Who?” She asks, voice hoarse, eyes darting up over his broad chest.

“It’s me, Princess Y/N,” Harry answers.

“Mr. Styles.” Hand coming over to rub the sleep from her eye. “What are you doing here? In my chamber? You’re not allowed,” she states.

“I apologise, your majesty. I’ve been riding for five hours, ma’am. From the estate in the hills. Couldn’t risk having someone overhearing this for the sake of protocol,” he explains.

“So, was I right?” Y/N questions, shuffling out of her bed. Harry moves behind so she has the space to stand upright. “Are the governors convening?”

She gets no reply, making her flit her eyes up at his jade embers to find him staring at her body. Harry could make out the full curves of her breasts and hips with the flimsy white gown Y/N was wearing. Her nipples pebbled from the cold winds from the sea and peaks out the cotton fabric. She rolls her eyes, and snaps her fingers in front of his face to catch his attention. “I could have your eyes gouged out this instant, Harry Edward Styles! There are guards on the other side of this door.”

“Apologies, Princ-“

“You’re full of apologies tonight, aren’t you?” Y/N folds her arms, shielding her chest from his gaze.

“Sorry, Prin-“

Y/N laughs. “It’s far too late for formalities, Mr. Styles. Plus, they only apply to people who follow protocols and walk in through there,” she cocks her head to the carved wooden door. Considering you broke into my room by climbing my balcony, I reckon you can give it a rest. Call me Y/N.”

“Yes,” Harry nods. “Y/N,” he adds. Testing out the way her name rolls out of his mouth. He can’t help the way his dimples carve in his cheeks as the corner of his lips tug upward. I like it, he decides. He likes the way saying her name feels on his tongue, it’s rich and velvety and he wants to keep saying it again and again. “Please call me Harry.”

“Harry, tell me what you saw. Don’t leave out any details,” she orders, walking over to her desk.

Fucking shit, Harry shakes his head. How was he supposed to concentrate when the candles she was lighting only made the silhouette of her body more prominent. She could clearly see the swell of her bum and he’ll bet his entire fortune that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath other than that flimsy gown. He shamelessly lets his eyes rake up over her and his heart flutters when he meets her expenatant eyes, quill hovering over a parchment, urging him to vomit out what he knows.

“Yes. The Hill estate,” he clears his throat. “You’re right. Five governors held a secret meeting at midnight at the Bull temple. You know, the one that was destroyed last monsoon by a landslide.”

Y/N scoffs and lets out a chuckle of disbelief. “Of course, they pick the most obvious spot. Were you able to get a good look at who these governors are?”

“Yes. Do you want me to list them out?”

“Please,” she says, writing down each of the names that Harry listed. He walks closer to where she was hunched over, writing. Harry’s not surprised to see the elegance in her script.

“Impressive. Nice handwriting,” he comments.

“Hardly something to be impressed by, Harry.”

“Well, Y/N, it’s better than mine.”

“If you had tutors from all over the world, I’m sure your script will look just as impressive,” she adds.

“Of course.” He nods. “The meeting. The governors are unhappy with the decree to build schools using the tax money they’re collecting.”

“Of course they are,” she mumbles. “They’re all for taxes when they can use it to fatten themselves up but ask them to spend it on the children of their districts, they are suddenly unhappy with the new system implemented.”

“That’s not all.” Harry opens a silver box and pops a date into his mouth.

“Help yourself,” Y/N comments, shaking her head at his lack of etiquette. Harry’s face flushes with pink and he can feel the tips of his ears getting hot.

“It’s a long journey back here,” he tells her, avoiding her eyes in embarrassment and on cue his stomach rumbles.

Y/N eyes soften. “There are fruits in the basket. And here.” She walks over pulling out a glass jar filled with jujubes from the drawer by her bedside and brings it over to him.

“You have gummies in your drawer,” he notes, smirking at the half eaten jar of sugar coated coloured candy.

“I have a bit of a sweet tooth,” she tells him with a shy smile. He props himself on the table and she makes her way to her desk, watching him eat.

“Harry,” she calls out. “You said that’s not all,” she prompts.

“Your Uncle was there,” he tells her quietly, not wanting anyone to hear.

“My Uncle?” She asks, alarmed. “Can’t be.”

“I saw him, Y/N. He came in shrouded in a black cloak. He’s sired an offspring he said. Claimed that his son had a right to the throne. That’s as much as what was said before they dispersed.”

“You’re positive?”

“Are you implying that I’m being dishonest?”

“I’m not implying anything,” Y/N snaps. “I just want you to be sure.”

“I saw him with my own two eyes, Y/N. I was taken aback too. Both Princes speak of him fondly.”

“Seems like there’s a conspiracy afoot,” Y/N says, almost to herself.

“I’ll let Prince Vikaram know immediately,” he informs.

“Don’t. He’s hot headed. God knows he’ll come charging to the capital and stick a knife in my Uncle’s throat. I’ll take care of it myself.”

“What are you going to do?”

“That’s below your pay grade, spy. I’ll handle this myself. I’m heading to the capital tomorrow for a meeting with my father and the court. How long would it take for you to sail to Lanka alone?”

“Almost a week,” Harry answers.

“Okay. I want you to set sail to Lanka five days from now. I’ll have a scroll delivered to you at noon by the docks. Hand it over to Karthi. Father will want him back in the capital. Keep mum about this and you’ll be rewarded handsomely.”

Harry nods. “Don’t want gold coins this time. I want a house. Close to the sea. One with space for a yard.”

“I’ll see to it.”

“Thank you, Y/N. I’ll set sail five days from now to Lanka. It’ll also be nice to pay the old man a visit too.”

“Your father’s there?”

Harry nods.

“How is Merchant Styles? I heard he’s retired” Y/N asks.

“He took to Buddhist teachings. Become a proper monk now,” Harry chuckles.

Y/N laughs, one that’s laced with mockery.

“What’s so funny?” Harry asks, standing up abandoning the food.

“Nothing,” she gets out between peels of laughter, wiping her the tears that threaten to spill.

“With all due respect, Princess. Spit it the fuck out,” he huffs out in annoyance.

“It’s just funny. Your father practises a faith that preaches restraint of the senses as one of its precepts and then there’s you.” She bites down on her bottom lip to stop herself from breaking out into a fit of laughter.

“I don’t quite follow,” he crosses her arms.

“Of course you don’t,” she chuckles, straightening up and tilting her chin up.

“You always do that,” he points out. “Pretend you're better than me. It’s obvious you hate me when I’ve been nothing but friendly.”

“You’re not my friend. You’re Vikram’s friend. And Karthi’s. I don’t know you. And I know for a fact that I’m better than you,” YN's eyebrow raises in arrogance.

“What makes you so sure?” Harry takes a step towards her.

“Because, Harry Styles, you’re the proverbial whore of the town. I don’t go around screwing everything with a pulse,” she smiles arrogantly at him.

“How did you come upon this piece of information?” He asks her.

“News travels fast, especially with handmaidens. So, that’s why it’s funny. Your father practises self-restraint and you are on a mission to contract a venereal disease.”

“Sounds like someone’s projecting,” he says, voice laced with honey.

“I’m not projecting anything.”

“Sounds like what you’re saying is that you’re jealous that I have the confidence to partake in intercourse and you’re a bumbling virgin-“

“I’ve read all of the volumes of the Kamasutra. I know my way around when I need to engage in coitus for reproduction,” she cuts him off.

“Oh, sweet sweet Princess,” he whispers, using her title condescendingly. “Sex is more than just reproduction.” He strides towards her.

“It is. That’s what the textbook says: It's a womanly duty to service the man and bear his children. It’s sacred,” she insists, taking a step back.

“I’m surprised for someone with such progressive morals… Your view on pleasure seems archaic,” he takes a step toward her again.

“Books do not lie, spy. They have the whole truth.” She steps back again, bumping into the edge of her teakwood desk, trapping herself.

“What do your precious books say about the way your body sparkles when you reach a satisfying end?” He goads, taking a final step forward and invading her personal space.

“You are forbidden to come this close to me, Harry.” Y/N reminds him in futility. Feeling his hard chest against her, thighs rubbing up against him, she can feel his hard muscles straining against her and his warmth radiate, crawling its way into her skin.

“Call out to the guards then,” he reminds her, dropping his head down to nose at her temple.

“I will,” her voice is feeble. “You’ll be cut into pieces and thrown in the ocean.”

“I’ll take my chances,” he smirks, as his lips circuit down the shell of her ear. “I don’t see you telling me to stop.” His tongue laves at her lobe, teeth coming to clamp down gently and tug.

Y/N squeaks feeling his action go down straight to her core. “I know how to defend myself.”

“I don’t doubt it for a second.” He stops, pulling back to look at her. “You don’t need to fight me,” his voice rings with sincerity. “Just tell me to stop and I will, Y/N.” He looks at her, searching her face for an answer.

“What else?” She murmurs, after a few moments, looking up into his eyes.

“Hmm?”

“What else? Things that haven’t been mentioned in books,” she clarifies.

His eyes shine with mischief as he simpers, dimples dazzling. “Where do I start, Y/N…” he trails off, fully pressing himself against her chest. God, she’s so responsive, he marvels at the way her chest heaves against his, heart stammering a staccato against his own racing heart. She’s soft and warm and she smells heavenly. His lips find its way to the base of her jaw, dragging up and leaving open mouth kisses on her smooth skin. “When you find someone desirable, you feel the heat pool in your belly and spread like wildfire across every nerve ending of your body.” He kisses her cheek, a hand going to intertwine with hers.

“Have you felt that?” He asks, feeling hot puffs of her breath against his neck. Y/N shakes her head. “It’s not very noble to lie, Princess,” he whispers, lips moving against the column of her throat. “I see the way you fuck me with your eyes.”

“I do not-“ her voice cuts off as Harry suckles on her jugular, feeling her hammering pulse underneath his lips. She lets out a whimper that goes straight to his fattening cock. Y/N’s mouth falls open dragging in breaths of fresh air, her free hand bracing against the desk to hold herself upright. “I do not fuck you with my eyes.”

“Really?” He says popping off, his calloused fingers come to caress the agitated spot. He was careful not to leave a hickey but he loved the way her skin turned a baby pink in response to his ministrations. “I guess I must have imagined all those times you looked me up and down?”

“I guess you did, Harry,” her chest heaves as she tries to maintain composure. It wasn’t right to be doing this with Harry. It wasn’t right to be doing this with anyone outside the sanctity of a marital bed but it’s exhilarating, breaking rules. She’s not sure if it’s Harry or it’s just the thrill of doing something that might get her in trouble with her parents. They trust her. Trusted her enough to let her move out of the capital and to the port town with her grandmother because she wishes to live by the beach. And here she was enjoying herself with a plebian. A foreigner. A spy. She met him when she was eighteen as her brother’s friend and he was handsome. Chocolate brown curls, smatter of freckles on the bridge of his nose, a perfect smile, dimples, and an alluring set of mossy green irises. She’s heard stories and rumours of his sexual escapades and as much as she detested hearing those stories, she detested the fact that she’s been comparing the princes who had come to ask for her hand in marriage to him. But all she could think of was how strong his arm was wrapped around her waist, pulling her even closer to him.

“Stubborn,” he smirks up. “See what you do to me?” He presses his hard cock against her pelvic bone, watching the way her eyes darken as she realises, the sight smirk of hers doesn't go unnoticed by him. “You’ve been driving me insane since the day I saw you on your eighteenth birthday. Went back to my quarters and touched myself to the thought of you,” he confesses. “You’ve been in my dreams ever since.” He cups her cheek, thumb moving back and forth across her lips.

“Are you going to kiss me, Harry?” She asks, looking up at him.

“Have you kissed anyone before?” He questions.

She shakes her head. “My handmaidens have kissed the people who were courting them. They told me how to do it and helped me practise on fruit.”

“That so?” He smiles, lips ghosting her Cupid’s bow. “You know kissing is pretty easy, Y/N,” he declares. “But it’s also powerful” he tells her, lips moving against hers. “‘A kiss may ruin a human life.’”

“Oscar Wilde,” she says, recognising his quote, surprised by his knowledge of poetry. She gets on her toes, pulling her intertwined hand out of Harry’s, and running it down his chest, she can feel the way his muscles ripple underneath the fabric of his shirt. Her chest heaves, belly clenching in anticipation as he lowers tilts his head to the side, noses squished and her mouth opens in anticipation.

He presses his forehead against hers savouring the moment. “And I’m sure that if I start kissing you now, Princess… I might never be able to stop,” he tells her, breathing in her intoxicating sweet floral scent. He concedes by kissing her eyelids and he’s fighting the urge to not run his hands down her body and up her thighs to see if she’s wet for him, but he steps away wanting to be respectful.

Y/N can’t hide the disappointment in her face when backs away from her. His hands come to cup her cheeks, smearing a tender kiss on her forehead. “Never met anyone who has me on a chokehold, Y/N,” he confesses. “I shall bid my goodbye.” He brings her hand to his mouth and kisses her palm, pressing it to his cheek.

“See you Harry,” she smiles. “You’ll be given the scroll at the docks at noon five days from now,” she informs, standing upright; snapping back into the person she was before being pushed up against the desk by Harry.

“Princess Y/N,” he bows, popping a piece of jujube in his mouth before making his way to her balcony. He gives her a salute one last time before climbing down the tower during forbidden hours, like he always does. But this time, he’s rappelling down the side of the stone structure with butterflies in his tummy.

part two

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randxmthxughts · 1 year

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Heaven in Hiding - Ao'nung x Metkayina!Reader (secret dating)

summary: ao'nung and you have been hiding your relationship for some time now but there comes a moment when you want more than that

contains: aged up characters, fluff, secret dating / secret lovers trope

wc: 1.5k

a/n: finally writing for thiiis boiii, and even though i know he can be an asshole, i'm convinced that ao'nung would be soft for his gf. had to take a brief break from the tsu'tey series to write this oneshot. also ignore if this doesn't read smoothly, i wrote it in a few hours and barely edited it, but i will fix everything tomorrow

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Ao’nung tried hard not care about the way his friends’ eyes lit up when you gently smiled at them while passing. The way he would rarely catch glimpses of you around the village, running around with fishnets and baskets, hands always occupied with work. The way you brushed the hair out of your face and kept a polite smile, working hard alongside the elders to prove your usefulness. It was only when you would lock eyes with his and give him a knowing smile, in those fleeting moments between your tasks, that his heart would flutter. It reminded him that he shouldn't let himself become consumed by worry over your busy schedule. Because no matter how hectic things got, he would always have you in his arms, all to himself, after the eclipse.

The two of you were bouncing around each other like dancing flames, flickering in the darkness where no one else could see. Each stolen moment, every brief touch, and knowing glance sent your heart into your stomach, making your love for him burn bright like the sun. It was a private affair that you both treasured and had agreed to keep a secret for a while. Ao'nung wanted to avoid the pressure from his parents, while you wanted to establish yourself in the clan first, without being associated with the future Olo'eyktan.

The intensity of your feelings for each other caught both of you by surprise, because everything started out slowly. So slow that you had a hard time believing it when Ao’nung had first approached you. He had been eyeing you from afar for years then, unsure of what exactly it was about you that had been captivating him, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. And while he wasn’t a coward, even he couldn’t explain why it had taken him so long to finally ask you for a late-night walk one day. Ao’nung never planned for the moment to be so private, but when you accepted his courting gift with a warm embrace, and he melted in your arms, he realized that he never wanted to share that glimpse of him with anyone else but you.

You stepped softly and cautiously towards the hidden, peaceful spot that Ao’nung and you had been meeting at almost every night. Your eyes scanned the area, and there he was standing tall, already waiting for you. It wasn’t long till you slipped up behind him, hugging him from the back and pressing your cheek against his skin as hard as you could. His hands were quick to find yours and caress them, a soft smile spreading across his face.

“Finally,” he whispered, his voice low and husky.

Ao’nung turned around to return your embrace, his eyes taking you in so adoringly, as if he was seeing you for the first time. Your mind was already clouded, when his thumb traced the contour of your lips, before leaning down to kiss you. You had shared countless kisses before but every time it felt exciting. Warm.

“I missed you,” you murmured with a sigh.

Ao’nung smiled knowingly, eyes sparkling with a twinkle of delight when he heard you say those words. It wasn’t long before he had you laid out on the warm sand then, pressing soft kisses to your skin, hands memorizing every curve of your body. You sighed with a mixture of pleasure and disappointment, when you had to interrupt him.

“I have to help father early in the morning,” you said, pulling him out of your intoxicating presence, “I need to go home earlier tonight.”

It wasn’t hard to miss the way Ao’nung’s expression shifted with a twinge of pain. Trying to hide it, he trapped you underneath him, resting his head on your chest. You chuckled in disbelief.

“Seriously?” you teased, nudging him.

“It’s too soon for you to leave,” he muttered, hugging you even tighter.

“Ao’nung,” you pressed with a firmer tone.

With a heavy sigh, he turned his face up to look at you, his chin digging uncomfortably in between your ribcage.

“Promise to stay longer tomorrow?”

"Only if you promise me something else in return," you said, smirking at him. He perked up in curiosity.

“Anything for you, yawne.”

“I want you to be nicer to your sister. She’s only rooting for you.”

Ao'nung's confusion deepened as he tried to recall when he had interacted with his sister in front of you. He was completely unaware of the fact that you had witnessed their small banter earlier in the day.

"What? How do you even know?" Ao'nung sat up, his brow furrowed in puzzlement.

"Well, because I watch you," you replied with a gentle smile.

"When?" he asked, the deep wrinkle between his eyebrows becoming more pronounced. You reached out to flatten it out with a soft touch.

"Whenever I can.”

But instead of finding your confession amusing or flattering, Ao’nung turned even more somber.

“You should be more careful with that,” he shook his head.

“But I am always careful,” you protested, “What’s wrong?”

"I know you're careful, yawne… but the elderly are very observant,” Ao'nung's expression grew more concerned as he spoke, “I've noticed them staring at me more than usual lately. Maybe we should keep away from each other for the next few days."

You pursed your lips together, realizing that your confession had inadvertently created a rift between you and Ao’nung. Even if you knew that his concerns were justified, it still left a sour taste in your mouth. But you didn't want to cause any trouble for him, so you only nodded in agreement.

“I’m sorry, you know this hurts me just as much,” he cupped your cheek gently, “We don’t want to get caught and ruin everything.”

“Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if someone knew,” you whispered, but as soon as the words left your lips, you regretted them.

“Who do you want to tell?” his eyes widened at you, and you hastily tried to backtrack.

“No one, nevermind.”

“Y/N, we had an agreement, remember?” Ao’nung reminded you gently, “As long as we don’t hide anything from each other, our love will only grow stronger."

Feeling like a child getting disciplined by their parent, you nodded reluctantly.

“Now tell me who you wanted to tell about us.”

“My mom,” you let out a long sigh, expecting his immediate rejection.

“Why her?” Ao’nung looked genuinely curious, instead of guilty for letting you down.

“Because she’s worried about me. It’s been two years since entering my adulthood, yet I have not chosen a mate. She doesn’t know that my heart is already taken, so she has been pushing me lately to begin courting… And I don't have a reason to reject her wishes."

Ao’nung felt silent for a moment and lowered his gaze to the sand, lost in thought. You watched him anxiously, already regretting bringing up the topic to him. Ao’nung felt uneasy by the thought of other men courting you and vying for your attention. And the idea of your family rooting for someone else but him was becoming almost too much to bear.

“Okay, let’s do it,” he finally said, looking up at you with a smile.

“You’d let me tell her?” you squealed in surprise, “I promise my mother will be happy for us!”

“That’s not what I meant, Y/N,” he shook his head.

“What did you mean then? You don’t want me to tell her?” you frowned, wondering if you had misinterpreted his words.

“No… what I mean is, I'm ready to tell everyone how much I love you,” Ao’nung leaned forward, resting his palms on your waist, “I don’t want to hide it anymore. I want the whole world to know.”

You stared at him in amazement, feeling overwhelmed by the sudden racing in your chest.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked, a hint of uncertainty creeping into your voice.

“Absolutely,” he confirmed with a genuine smile, “As long as you wish for it too.”

“I do,” you laughed, feeling lighter than you had in the past weeks.

“I love you,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss you.

The moment felt like an eternity as your lips molded together in a soft and gentle kiss. Eventually, you pulled away, a playful smile dancing on your lips.

“So, what’s the plan?”

“Well, first things first,” he said, grinning mischievously, “I’m going to ask your parents to set you up with the Olo'eyktan’s son."

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devilat-thedoor · 8 months

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Sweet to Taste

okay so i ended up writing the whole thing🫠

it’s not a blurb anymore, it’s a full, filthy and smutty oneshot. but i’m leaving it here for @ignite-my-fire @ohgodthefeeling-gvf and @gvfpal because thems my babes💖🤍 love you, guys and hope you enjoy😏(it’s not proofread at all, so forgive me for any mistakes)

Word Count: 4.6k

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader x Sam Kiszka

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Smut(Unprotected sex[stay safe, friends], Oral[m&f rec], Fingering, Tiny bit of overstimulation, Voyeurism if you look closely.) Read Discretion Advised! let me know if i missed anything.

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You always found yourself in these silly little games with Sam. It would start as a debate and quickly turn into one of you challenging the other in some kind of bet. Tonight, as you all sipped your drinks in the back of the barroom, the youngest Kiszka hit you with a daunting task. “Fifty bucks says you won’t get up on the bar and dance.” He sipped from his seltzer, eyeing you over the can with a slight raise to his eyebrows.

“Fifty?” You scoffed at the offer, “Fifty isn’t worth getting kicked out this early in the night, Sammy.” Rolling your eyes at him, you lifted your own drink to your lips.

“Okay, fine. A hundred, but!” He held his finger out as you opened your mouth, “You have to really put on a show, Y/N.” He emphasized his point by playfully shaking his hips. A hundred bucks just to shake your ass on a bar top was easy money. Plus it always felt great to win a bet against Sam. You turned your head towards the bar, crowded with people talking and waiting on their drinks. Admittedly, you were a little anxious about being up in front of all of the strangers and as you were about to turn it down, he gave you a smug smirk, “If you’re too scared to do it, just say that.”

If anything, you were fueled by his taunting and he knew it, “Fuck you, Sam. I’m gonna do it and I can’t wait to see the look on your face when you cough up that money.” You held your hand out, prompting him to shake it and seal the deal.

“No way, I’ve gotta see this.” Jake piped up, pushing away from the pool table to join the conversation between you and his younger brother.

Sammy shook his head, eyes still on yours while he spoke to Jake, “She’ll chicken out, I know she will.” His gaze raked down the length of your body, spending extra time on your legs that were covered in fishnet tights. The black, leather miniskirt you wore stopped high enough on your thighs that even the slightest bend would expose your ass and both of the boys were drinking it all up.

You threw the rest of your drink back, pushing the glass into Jake’s hands and turned on your heel to head for the jukebox. Making sure to add a purposeful sway to your hips, you glanced back over your shoulder to the brothers, rooted to their spots as they stared at you. A spark ignited in your belly at the looks they wore and you smiled to yourself as you chose a song, knowing that you would leave here with one of them tonight. After deciding on a tune, you went to the bar to wait. You knew they were still watching your every move and you were gonna have fun with it. “Hi, handsome.” You leaned into the man on your left, “These tattoos are nice, did they hurt?” Staring up at his face, you trailed a single finger down his bicep. His response was drowned out as you locked eyes with Sam, his lip caught between his teeth, and then Jake as he ran his fingers over his mouth. The way they both eyed you lit your skin on fire and you tried to distract yourself, interrupting the tattooed man, “Buy me a shot?” You gave a sweet smile and he agreed, signaling for the bartender and asking what you wanted, “Two shots of tequila, please.” She poured the drinks and slid them across the bar just as your song faded in through the speakers. You picked one of the glasses up and tossed it back, feeling it burn its way down. The man went in for the second shot but you grabbed it before he could and took that one too, offering him an apologetic shrug. “Sorry, hun. I’ll make it worth your while though.” You grabbed his shoulders, hoisting yourself up onto the stool in front of you and climbed onto the bar top as the first line of Pour Some Sugar On Me played. Pulling yourself up to stand, you started by strutting down the bar, letting your heels click against the wood with every beat.

Lookin’ like a tramp, like a video vamp. Demolition woman, can I be your man?

You stopped, kicking a bottle from the surface and whirling your hips in a circle as you pushed your fingers into your hair. Your eyes flashed to Jake as you slid your jacket off of your shoulders, revealing the cherry red, lace bralette you had on, and held it above your head to wave it in time with your winding hips.

Sometime, anytime, sugar me, sweet. Little miss innocent, sugar me, yeah

He was watching, arms crossed over his chest with an impressed smile over his face when you tossed your jacket into the crowd. The chorus started and your eyes fell upon Sam, gawking in shock as you dropped to your hands and knees, earning a slew of gasps and whoops from other patrons.

Pour some sugar on me, in the name of love. Pour some sugar on me. C’mon fire me up.

You whipped your hair around, shaking your ass as you crawled across the bar. Stopping to pluck a little plastic sword from somebody’s drink, you slithered your tongue around the cocktail cherry and sucked it into your mouth. You rolled onto your back, having entirely too much fun, and arched your hips into the air, writhing on the wood top while sliding your hands up your chest and into your hair.

Red light, yellow light, green light, go. Crazy little woman in a one-man show.

Suddenly, a pair of hands were grabbing your legs, pulling you from the bar, “Alright, show’s over.” You looked up to see the bouncer, as he placed your feet on the floor, “Boss is gonna have a fit when he checks the cameras.” You couldn’t contain your laughter as he led you through the swarm of people who were all cheering you on with wolf whistles and hollers.

“I’m sorry, Hank! It was a bet!” You were laughing so hard that tears were dripping from your lashes, Hank, the bouncer, was trying to stifle his own smile while pushing you through the door.

“You’re done for tonight, Y/N. Someone will bring your stuff out.” He pointed a scolding finger at you with a smile before retreating back into the building.

Wiping your eyes with the backs of your hands, you managed to yell through your giggles, “You’re such a buzzkill, Hank!” Jake was coming out, carrying your jacket in his fist, followed by Sam who had your purse. “HA! You owe me a hundred dollars.” You stuck your tongue out, teasing Sammy.

“Yeah, you’ll get your money.” He rolled his eyes and handed you the bag.

Giving him a pout, you moved towards him, wrapping your arms around his torso and looking up into his eyes, “Weren’t you impressed with my moves?” His eyes briefly dropped to your lips as he licked his own.

You felt a hand grazing up the back of your thigh to gently cup your asscheek, “She really did outperform our expectations, Sammy…” Jake’s breath was hot on the back of your neck and you shifted on your feet, clamping your legs together at the pooling in your panties.

“You’re right, Jake. It was quite the show.” Sam brought his thumb up to brush over your bottom lip. “Too bad the whole bar got to see it.” You could feel his growing cock pressing into your hip while his brother was sliding his hand between your thighs from behind you.

Your eyes began to flutter at the intoxicating feeling of having both of them so near and you could feel the same primal need radiating from the boys, “If you guys want a private show, just say the word…” You let out a shriek as Jake pried you from Sammy’s body and all but dragged you to his car. Stumbling to keep up with him, you half turned to see the younger Kiszka following closely behind, “Where are we going?”

He pulled the back door open, ushering you into the backseat, and pushed it shut while Sam climbed into the passenger seat, “Your place is closest, but if you’d rather go to mine-.”

“My place is fine.” You answered too quickly, cutting Jake off, and saw the brother’s share a look that had you body thrumming with anticipation. Dropping your head against the seat, you couldn’t form a thought that didn’t involve what was about to transpire. “Jake, drive faster.”

Sam turned around in his seat to face you, “She’s a needy little thing, brother.” His index finger weaved through your fishnets, pulling them back to let the material snap against your thigh, while he locked eyes with you, “So impatient, Y/N… What is it that you just can’t wait for? Hmm?” He snapped the tights again, leaving you squirming on the backseat.

“If you keep toying with her, she’ll leave a mess on my leather seats.” You could hear the amusement in the older boy’s voice, “And I’ll just have to put her on her hands and knees to clean it up.” He wasn’t wrong, you were practically dripping at the feeling of Sam’s fingertips walking further up your leg. But then they were gone and you looked up to see him facing forward again as the car pulled into your driveway.

The second the engine cut off, Sam was out of the car and hauling you from your seat to crash his lips against yours. Your hands frantically grabbed at his clothes, his arms, his hair, searching for anything they could find as he broke away, “Keys.” He laughed at the confusion scrawled across your face, “Where are your house keys, babe?”

“Oh… Uhh…” You fished through your purse, pulling the key ring out, “Here.” He took them from your hand, tossing them to his brother and before you knew what was happening, he picked you to sling you over his shoulder and ran to your front door. “Sammy!” You were squealing loud as he scolded Jake to hurry up.

The deadbolt clicked and he pushed the door open to watch Sam carry you inside. No sooner did Sam have you on your feet when Jake was pulling you into his arms, gripping your ass with a tight squeeze as his tongue licked at your bottom lip. You moaned into the kiss, allowing his tongue to dance with yours while one of his hands traveled lower to slip between your thighs again. This time, his fingers grazed along your panties and he let out a deep groan, “Fuck, you’re soaked, baby.” You smirked as you leaned in to kiss him again, but Sam yanked you away, forcing your attention back on him.

His lips danced along your jaw and down your neck, “Hmm…And you said I was needy?” You broke away from the both of them and sauntered down the hallway, disappearing into your bedroom. By the time they caught on and followed, you had stripped your skirt off and were leaning on the bottom of the bed in just your bralette, matching red thong and the fishnets. Music was playing from the small speaker on your nightstand and if you had any anxiety over the predicament you were in, it all dissipated with the way they hungrily stared at you, waiting for your signal. You turned around and bent over the bed and started sliding the tights and your thong down your legs, moving slowly to give them a full view of your ass. Once you kicked them off your feet, you crawled up the mattress, swaying your hips as you went. When you made it to the pillows, you sat back on your knees to pull the top over your head and tossed your hair to the side as you looked back at them over your shoulder with a devilish grin, “You just gonna stand there and gawk?”

You spun around to face them completely, keeping your legs crossed and angled perfectly to cover your chest and your core. Jake shuffled across the room first, coming to stand at the foot of the bed as he pulled his shirt off, “Open up for us, beautiful. For me.” He kneeled on the bed, watching you expectantly, “Let me see you.” You held eye contact with him as he gripped your knees and gently pushed them apart to reveal your glistening cunt. You leaned back on your hands and spread your legs wider, enjoying how captivated he was in your display. “Sammy, do you see this?” Jake was trailing a hand up the length of your leg and your breath caught in your throat as he stopped right before he could reach your sensitive spot.

Your eye flicked up to Sam, standing beside the bed now to get a glimpse, and he noticed the uneven rise and fall to your chest, “You gotta give her something, Jake.” He pushed the hair out of your face, “Poor thing is just aching to be touched.” His fingers grazed down your cheek, blazing a path straight to your breast as he brushed his thumb over your nipple. A satisfied hum left his throat as he watched it harden.

Your attention went back to Jake as he blew cool air against you, “Can I, Y/N?” He was so close, all he had to do was flick his tongue out, “I wanna know if she’s as sweet to taste as your song suggests…”

“Please, Jake. She’s so fucking sweet, I promise.” You were pleading, lifting your hips to meet his mouth while he just watched with a sinister smirk. If he wasn’t going to give in, you would just have to replace him. Lifting your foot, you pressed it to his shoulder, pushing him away from your body. When he gave you a questioning look, you returned his smirk and reached up to pull his brother down on top of you. Sam’s lips were on yours in an instant, only detaching enough for you to pull the shirt from his body. You could faintly hear Jake cursing but all of your focus was on Sam’s bulge, pressing against your pussy from inside his jeans. You rolled your hips, reveling in the friction that denim provided, “Do you want the first taste, Sammy?”

He paused from licking along your jaw to look at you with an eager nod. Pressing his lips to yours one more time, he started working his way down your body. He bit down on your breast and pulled the nipple into his mouth before continuing his descent. Every hot, wet kiss he left made your head swirl and by the time he settled between your legs, you were a squirming mess. You sat up on your elbows to keep eye contact with him and the second his eyes met yours, he wasted no time. His tongue came out, licking at your entrance and dragging up to flick over your clit before retreating back into his mouth. “She wasn’t lying, Jake.” He was gloating to his brother, “Her pussy is fucking saccharine sweet.” Before Jake had a chance to respond, Sam was diving back in.

You dropped flat on the mattress only to arch you back off of it again as your hands grasped at the thick comforter, “Oh. Oh fuck, Sammy.” His tongue worked over your clit in a steady rhythm and after every few licks, he would drop down to push it inside of you. “God, don’t fucking stop!” You picked your head up to look down at him, but your eyes landed on Jake instead. His jeans were gone and he had a hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it while he watched his brother devour you. A nagging need to wrap your lips around him had you fighting through moans to beckon him, “C-mmm. C’mere, Jakey.”

He was rushing to your side, climbing on the bed to kneel beside you. Your hand went straight to his hard dick, grasping it as you started to stroke. He was going back and forth between your tits, squeezing each of them when you leaned towards him, spoiling the head of his cock with soft kitten licks. “Wanna feel you swallow me, baby.” He grabbed the back of your head and slowly pushed his hip forward. You retracted your hand and allowed him to slide deeper when Sam pushed a finger through your entrance, forcing a groan to vibrate over Jake’s cock. “Holy- Whatever you just did, Sam… I need you to do it again.” He slid himself further, just barely hitting your throat as his younger brother curled his long digit, drawing a deep moan from you and causing you eyes to roll back.

“Jake, you gotta get a taste of her.” Sam sat up, prompting his brother to pull out of your mouth with a pop. You watched as they proceeded to switch places, “How’s her mouth?”

Jake laid on chest, in the spot that he’d claimed first, “Fucking divine, brother.” Right after the words left his mouth, he was gripping your legs and rolling over. The next thing you knew, he was on his back, below you, while you straddled his face.

You were about to protest the position until his arms hooked your legs and pulled you down onto his mouth, “Jesus, Jake!” You lurched forward, using your palms to catch yourself as he sucked your clit between his lips, swirling his tongue over it. It didn’t take long before you were grinding against his mouth and riding his face. “Shitshitshitshit.” Your knuckles were white from the grip on the blanket.

Sam appeared in front of you, now fully nude, and brushed the hair from your face as he ran the tip of his cock along your lips, “You wanna show me how nice this pretty mouth is?” His pupils were blown, making his dark brown eyes turn almost completely black, and all you could do to answer him was open your mouth and let him in. Your tongue danced along the underside as he slid past your lips. He gathered your hair into his fist and began rocking his hips, “Take it all, Y/N. I know you can.” He continued fucking into your mouth, keeping an even pace as he bounced against the back of your throat. You felt Jake shifting between your legs for a moment before his tongue slipped into your pussy, pushing as far it could go while his nose brushed over your clit. The sensation had you moaning around Sam’s length and it caused him to jolt, slamming himself into your throat. “She’s fucking gagging on me, Jake.” There was a hint of laughter in his tone as he said it, but then you felt two fingers stretching you, stroking over your g-spot with the perfect amount of pressure as Jake’s lips found your clit again, and you couldn’t concentrate on anything outside of cumming on his face.

You pulled your mouth from Sam with a gasp and sat up, circling your hips on Jake’s tongue, “I’m gonna- Oh fuck, I-I’m.” Your thighs closed on his head as you collapsed forward, breathless and shaking with full body convulsions. His hold on your legs only tightened and he kept lapping at your folds, pushing you to the brink of overstimulation, “P-please. I can’t…” Your eyes flashed to Sammy in a silent plea as tears threatened your eyes.

“Hey, ease up, Jake.” He tapped his brother’s arm, “You’re gonna make her tap out too soon.” His words worked enough that the elder Kiszka released you, allowing your body to fall limply to the mattress. Sam lifted your head to lay on his leg and swiped the hair from your sweaty forehead, “If you’re done, you gotta tell us, babe.” His voice was so soft and sweet, you could listen to him talk for hours. You were feeling pretty exhausted, but all you wanted since this night began was to feel one of them inside of you and you got lucky enough to have them both here.

You shook your head, rising to a sitting position, and climbed into Sam’s lap, “I want you fuck me until you cum.” His hands slid up your thighs to grasp your hips as you looked back at Jake, “And then I want Jakey to fuck me until he cums.” When you turned back to Sam, he lifted you just enough to slip his cock inside of you and you gripped his shoulders as he bottomed out, “Fuck, Sammy…” You dropped your head to his shoulder with a wince, giving yourself the time to adjust, before slowly lifting off of him to glide back down. You kept your movements relaxed but it wasn’t enough for him. His arms snaked around your back, squeezing you against him as he laid back and began hammering his hips into you. The sounds that filled the room were vulgar but you couldn’t be bothered to care. He was driving you straight to the edge again and you welcomed it, clawing at his skin like a wild animal.

No words could form in your brain or on your tongue, all you could manage were ear shattering cries as you started to tighten around him. “You’re fucking soaking me, Y/N.” The rhythm he’d had was beginning to falter, “I’m gonna cum, babe. I gotta pull out…” You heard the words leave his mouth and shook your head, meeting him with a look that he almost didn’t decipher, “Are you sure? I-.” His brows were pinched as he fought off his impending climax, but when you cut him off, frantically nodding your head as your jaw hung slack, he lost control.

“I want it, Sam. I fucking want it.” You were holding his chin in your hand, forcing him to look at you, “Look at me while you fucking fill me up, Sammy.” His eyes began to roll but he brought them back, locking them directly on yours as he stopped breathing. You felt his jaw clench in your hand as he came, his face contorting. A warmth spread over you at the feeling of his release, painting your insides, “That’s my good boy.” You pecked his lips and released his face as you climbed off of him. He shrunk back against the pillows with a blissful smile over his face and you turned to Jake, “Are you ready for me, sir?” You ran your tongue across your lip as you eyed him, silently preparing yourself for a grande finale of an orgasm.

He was standing beside the bed, holding his dick in his hand, “Are you ready for me, beautiful?” He grabbed your ankles in a flash and hauled you to the edge of the mattress before pushing you to lay flat, “Spread, baby.” You obeyed without hesitation, hooking your hands behind your knees and opening yourself up for him. “Prettiest fucking pussy.” His thumb ghosted over your clit, sending a shiver throughout your body, “She’s a bit sensitive, huh?” If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was talking to himself. You let out a sharp hiss as he pushed into you, his thick cock stretching you more than Sam’s did, “Shh. You’ll get used to it, baby… and then you’ll be addicted.” He cooed as his hand rubbed over the insides of your thighs, but the gentleness of his hands was soon overpowered by the way he slammed into you.

He was playing your body like an instrument from God himself. Cock driving into you with the perfect rhythm, hitting your sweet spot with every entry. His thumb strumming your clit like you were a song he’d played a million times. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, he took your left leg and pull it over to the right, leaving the lower half of your body twisted to the side while he still got a perfect view of the euphoric expressions you made. “Jake… Jake, I-.” You tried to tell him how good it felt, how great he felt, but the words failed you. He just gazed down at you, a proud smile on his face, as he fucked you deeper.

“You wanna cum, baby?” He had a handful of your ass, watching you nod your head, “I wanna hear you say it. Tell me.” Your mouth was agape, but nothing aside from pathetic whimpers would come out, “Come on, pretty baby. Tell me how bad you wanna cum.” There was a mocking tone to his voice as he started to slow his movements, giving you an expectant look.

The spring was wound so tight in your belly that it was almost painful. You swallowed hard and managed to choke out whatever your brain would permit, “I need it, Jake. I- Fuck.” You were gonna start pulling your hair out if he didn’t give you an orgasm, “Jake, please… I need you.” You saw something shift in his body language and he pulled your left leg back over to hook his waist, allowing him to lean down and catch your lips. The kiss was sloppy, tongues and lips clashing, but it all felt too good to care. When he started trailing kisses down your neck, your hands went to his back, holding him close, “Let me have you, Jakey. I fucking need it, baby.” You were whispering in his ear, letting your teeth graze the cartilage. There was no refuge from the mind altering pleasure he was providing and you were crashing down around him like a tidal wave as the rubber band snapped, catapulting you into a different realm. The climax hit hard and you were working your hips in tune with his, riding it out while willing him to cum, as well.

You could hear him mumbling against your skin, but you couldn’t make out any of the words until lifted his head to look at you, “I’m- Shit, baby… So fucking tight. I’m cumming.” You watched as his face twisted, similar to the way Sam’s had just a bit ago, feeling the first bit of his release.

“That’s good, baby…” You stroked your hands down his back as he finished. You turned your head to look at Sammy, still laying against the pillows with drooping eyes and a dopey smile, “You guys were both amazing.” You reached up to grab his hand as Jake pulled out of you. Sam yanked at your hand and you crawled up the bed to lay beside him, curling your body into his side, “You feeling good, Sammy?”

He fought the sleep that threatened to close his eyes, “Hmm. I feel great. You felt fucking great.” You giggled at his sleepy, fucked out voice.

“What about you, Jake?” You held your hand out to him and pulled him down onto the bed as he took it.

He climbed in behind you, fitting against the curve of your body, “Fucking fantastic, baby.” He murmured into your hair as he let out a tired sigh. You smiled to yourself as you laid your head on Sam’s chest and draped a leg over his while Jake spooned you with an arm firmly around your waist. A silence fell upon the room as you soaked up their warmth. Just as a slumber began to take you, you made a promise to yourself that this was definitely not a one time thing.

#jake kiszka #greta van fleet #gvf #sammy kiszka #jake kiszka smut #sam kiszka smut #sam kiszka x reader #jake kiszka x reader #gvf one shot #sinsofstardust #forbidden twins #forbidden twins x reader #forbidden twins smut

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sourtomatola · 19 days

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I heard this joke a felt the need to tell you.

A vampire drinks a fae's blood, and the vampire argues that the fae's is under his control. The fae argues that the vampire is under her control for eating fae food. They go to a lawyer, and they ask who is in control. The lawyer says “Both.” “What!” They ask. The lawyer smiles evilly and says “You're married.”

How could you do this to me with so many projects in my hands right now?

#I had to draw it #even though the food thing is a little differant form my lore #its all good #might write a short one shot #maybe not #this feels like half the exsiting yaoi main characters #The cool guy who doesn't care about being in a forbidden relationship #and the other guy who freaks out over everything #art #my art #comic #thing on your swing #fnaf eclipse #dark fae eclipse #vampire y/n

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sweetenerobert · 9 months

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MAKE HIM JEALOUS

softdom!joel miller x chubby male!reader

genre: dad’s friend au, no outbreak au, explicit, minors dni

summary: after finding out your boyfriend cheated on you, you wanted to get even with him how he broke your heart. joel noticing how much it makes you upset, he offers a helping hand.

warnings: strong language, break ups, age gap, (reader is 28, joel is 43) angsty beginning (body shaming, criticism, tw: mentions of wanting to harm yourself), recording, praise and degradation, unprotected P in A, creampies, positive affirmations, body positivity, calls you sunshine, and other pet names, mention of multiple creampies ;)

word count: 6.3k

a/n: possible the most smuttiest i’ve ever written, maybe might write more in the future.

IF THIS SUCKS, IM SORRY

a/n: divders by @firefly-graphics

YOU WANTED TO DIE.

Your boyfriend — now ex boyfriend, just admitted he’s been cheating on you the worst way possible.

He’d sent you videos — yes videos of someone, you didn’t know who it was, but they were sucking on your ex boyfriend’s dick. You could still hear the gagging sounds from that person.

That was only the first one, the second one it was the same thing, but you could hear your ex-boyfriend — Luke’s voice in the second.

“See this, Y/N? You could never treat me this well,” Luke panned the phone towards the person’s face as they were sucking his dick.

They were enjoying it, making you feel this worthless and low. Knowing that they are getting off to this made your stomach turn at the thought of something doing this for pleasure.

The third video was different; it was a view that you were usually on the receiving end for. Luke’s dick was prepared to go inside of someone else’s ass — unprotected. Your fist were balled, and your anger level spiked. You wanted to punch both Luke's and this person's stupid smug faces. You watch in anger as Luke slides his dick into someone else.

This person's moans are so loud you wanted to take your headphones out of your ears. Luke’s dick wasn’t the most impressive thing about his body, but when it did, it got the job done — for him, never for you. Luke tended to toot his own horn when it came to sex.

You never orgasmed about the seven months you both have been together and it was eventful when he swear to everyone he’s made his partners orgasmed in the past. It’s always made you feel weird when you never had one and all your friends always explain how good it feels, but never understood the feeling of that release.

In the fourth video, you felt conflicted, your emotions were all over the place, and you could explain it. You were mad, sad, confused, and all the sad emotions above. Luke was speeding up, and this person's moans were getting louder, thirstier, hungrier, they were filled with lust, and you could feel it.

You had to keep yourself from gagging and throwing up on your porch when you heard Luke’s groans as he picked this pace.

“So fucking tight . . . Luke moaned. “Y/N, he’s so much tighter than you.” He flipped the camera to show his sweaty face.

You wanted to break his nose in all directions — you wanted his nose to be off his face. You hated him, you hated who he was fucking, your anger was going to drive you to do something crazy if he’d sent you something like that.

He was praising them, LUKE. WAS. PRAISING. SOMEONE. ELSE.

Something that you loved hearing from him, it made you feel good to be with him. You felt like you weren’t going to be replaced with someone skinnier, perfect skin, perfect face.

Luke was just rubbing salt in the wound.

The fifth video made you want to cry your eyes out. You saw Luke’s face again, and it made you mad, it was until he started talking that your heart really shattered.

“Y’know, it’s sad that I have to do this, but — well, sad for you, not me.” Luke clenched his teeth. “I couldn’t stand to look at that disgusting body of yours anymore, all those folds, those stretch marks, they always turned me off, and I just couldn’t stand it anymore, so I got an upgrade, and he’s so fucking perfect. —”

He gritted his teeth again and closed his eyes shut — tightly and then opens them again.

“Who’s your daddy?” Luke asks.

“You are daddy! you are!” The person yelled. Luke had placed his phone in front of the person's face as they're taking his dick.

You didn’t even want to look at the last video, you assumed it was probably going to get worse as you kept staring at them.

That was twenty five minutes ago and you’ve been sitting on your porch of the house you share with your dad ever since, blasting your favorite band in your ears to drown out your own tears.

Your knees close to your chest and your arms on top as you rest your head on top of your arms. Your zip-up hoodie sleeves were catching your tears as you were crying.

You hated that a guy made you feel like this — a boy at that point. Luke wasn’t even a man. He was the embodiment of a hormonal teenage boy. And it pissed you off that a BOY made you feel this way.

If Luke was a man he would’ve just broken up with you, it still would’ve hurt but not as this bad.

It felt he stole your heart, stepped on it, burned it, smothered it, threw it in a volcano, and blew it up. This was something you never experienced but you couldn’t let this get you.

You wanted to wallow in self pity, but that’s not mature you had to figure something out. You couldn’t brainstorm right now, A much needed breather was required in this—

“Hey Y/N, you alright?”

You snapped your head up as you heard a muffled voice in your headphones. You look up and see your neighbor and your dad’s friend Joel Miller.

Your dad and Joel weren’t close — yet, they were getting there as your dad would say. You and him traded a few hello’s and waves to each other. You’ve seen him sometimes at work just sitting by himself as he orders a coffee.

You didn’t want to be a bitch but you wanted to be alone right now, but you don’t want your dad to call you in the moment so you had to answer Joel’s question.

You took your earbuds out your ear and opened your mouth to talk to Joel. “Uh, sorry I didn’t hear you,” You sniffed.

“Oh, I said are you alright? But I can see you ain’t,” Joel nodded.

Your immediate reaction was to look at your feet and hope he just walked away, but he didn’t. His towering form sat next to you in next to your phone.

“Do ya wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head, you really didn’t want anyone to see your pity party, but I guess that’s why you went outside. You were home alone and you didn’t want to be in that big old house and you just needed someone to talk to.

But the second someone’s concerned you just dismiss them.

“Are you sure? I- I mean i’m not the best when it comes to advise —”

“I just um, I got my heart broken,” You nodded.

It was the truth, not the full truth on why but he’d get the gist.

“Oh, well that tough. I’m sorry to hear about that,” Joel reassured.

You shook your head to dismiss his reassurance. “It’s nothing you could’ve done to prevent it — It was going to happen eventually.”

“But not you, you don’t deserve that,” Joel shook his head.

Joel helping you out of this funk you were in made it harder and harder to not tell or show him what broke your heart.

“Where’s your dad?”

“At work still — late shift he’d picked up.”

“You’ve just been alone dealin with this?”

You nodded slowly. “Only for about thirty minutes. I was fine before then.”

“Damn, that sucks.”

You nodded again. It had gotten silent for about ten seconds until Joel opened his mouth.

“Uh. . . If you don’t mind me asking, what did they do?”

There it was, the question you were dreading anyone to ask. You wanted to tell someone to get it out of you, but you were embarrassed by the things Luke brought up about you. Your insecurities being heard by another human seemed like a nightmare.

But you could tell Joel was more concerned than questioning. Taking a breath you pick up your phone from the concrete next you.

You notice that your music was still playing. Taking a breath you pause the music as your thumb hovers over the ‘Messages’ app logo.

This was your last chance to tell Joel that you weren’t comfortable with showing him just yet. Tell him that you’re phone died and just lie to him. But you didn’t take it.

Hitting the ‘Luke🦋🤍🫶’ contact and seeing the same videos that haunted you minutes ago.

Slowly scrolling up to the first video, you hand Joel your phone, he looks at you with confusion and you notice your phone is still connected to your earbuds.

“Oh, my headphones are still connected, here,” You hand Joel your headphones.

“Listen to whenever you’re comfortable, skim, skip a video, I don’t care just don’t disconnect those headphones please.” You pleaded.

He nodded, he put your headphones in and pressed play. You looked at your feet after you see him tap your screen.

You didn’t want to see his reactions but you could guess.

Disgust, anger, sadness, anguish, confusion, and upset.

Those were the emotions you were feeling earlier, having to see it or experience it again, you’d didn’t have the heart for it.

You could hear the gasps coming from his mouth. you wish you had ear muffs or ear plugs to not hear this right now.

You stole a glance at Joel after awhile and you notice that your phone and headphones are wrapped around his hands. And he’s looking straight ahead, just trying to grasp what he just saw.

“Why, when did you —”

“I was watching TV and I heard my phone going off and I ignored it, and then another, and another, and another, and I just got my phone and —” You shrugged “— I found myself out here and I’ve just been out here.”

Joel rubs his chin, rubbing his beard in annoyance. He understood your answer but wanted to be mad for you while you were sad.

Joel just took a breath but still looked annoyed, like royally pissed off.

“What are you gonna do?” Joel stole a glance at you.

“What do you mean?” You ask.

“You just can’t sit around and nothin, I know you for a short time but, you’re not the type of person to sit around and do jack-squat.”

He was right, you were head strong and it was one of your redeeming qualities about you.

“I would love to get back at him, but how? It’s not like Henry Cavill’s dropping from the sky.”

“Henry who?” Joel questions.

“It doesn’t matter,” You dismissed.

“I know it’s sounds fucked up but I want him to hurt like he hurt me, I want him to feel pain, anger, anguish and sadness, I want him to crumble Joel,” You seethed.

Joel had to admit, hearing you sound like that turned him on a little, he loved that voice of yours. It was demanding and he loved it.

But he also hated that he couldn’t help —

Hold up, Joel realized he actually could. He was thinking with his head and not his dick this time.

Joel stood up, your phone still in his hand. You assume he was going to leave as you looked at your feet.

You were taken back when his hand was in your face to help you up.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to help you,” Joel offered.

Emotions: 2, You: 0

Taken aback again you were confused on what he was offering—

“OH, are you sure? You’re risking a lot.”

Joel knew you were right, a friendship with your dad would go down the drain before it even started.

“I’m sure,” Joel nodded.

The more you thought about it, what have you got to lose? Your dignity? That was already out the window.

You take his hand and he helps you up, you notice there was a little struggle as he picked you up. He probably tried to hide it the best he could. Holding your hand, you cross the street to get to his front door. Before you even step in, Joel stops and looks at you.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

You looked at him and then the door, then your hands intertwined together with Joel’s. And then your phone in his other hand and that just way that fuels your rage more.

“Let’s do this,” You nod.

Hand and hand together felt awkward as you walked through Joel’s living room, walked you up the stairs, and then let you inside his bedroom. You’ve never seen his house yet; he’s always coming over to hang with your dad on three occasions, twice on two separate Sundays to watch a football game, once to have dinner with your family, which he invited Sarah along with him.

His bedroom screamed ‘Saturday’s are to get drunk, Sunday’s are to regret it.’ It wasn’t messy or anything, his bed was only halfway made — like he just threw his blanket on top and expected it to fall perfectly in place.

His dresser had clothes peeking from the openings; his closet door was open. Either he slept with the closet door open or was too lazy to close the door.

You assumed that you would enter this room when Joel told you where to go, but you would be confused and enter Joel’s room — his safe space.

You were staring at yourself in the mirror connected to his dresser. You notice your eyes looked puffy and looked tired.

You hated how you looked and you just wanted to hide and ignore everything this whole day. Placing your hands on top of the dresser looking at yourself much closer.

Joel had closed his door and walked behind you, you feel his body pressed up against your back, his chin resting on his shoulder and his arms around your waist. Reflexively placing your hands on top of his.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking at myself in the mirror,” You answer.

“What do you see?” Joel asks.

“My eyes — they’re puffy and I hate how they look.”

“D’ya want to know what I see?” Joel questions.

You nod your head, looking down at your hands on top of Joel’s.

“I see someone who deserves the world, someone beautiful and amazing.”

You scoff.

“Are you staring at yourself?”

“Yes, but that was meant for you and that wasn’t a lie. I swear it,” Joel reassures.

You roll your eyes at his statement; it wasn’t that you didn’t hear him. You just didn’t believe him. Luke never complimented you after the three-month mark — the first time you two had sex with each other.

Hearing Joel say that didn’t hit your heart, it more likely bounced off. “I can tell your heart has been through hell hasn’t it?” You nodded, still looking down at your hands.

“Mmm, I wish I could repair it like I can with a house, but unfortunately, I can’t help you.”

“I know, but you helping me with this might repair a corner of it,” You smirk.

“If we do this —” Joel rubs his hands slowly and sensually all over your chest, while your hands are now laying on your side under Joel’s. “— I might not have the best relationship with your father anymore, considerin' I’m lyin' to him that I made love to his son.”

You nodded and then turned to stare at Joel’s face, he was smirking, and you smirked back at him.

Placing your lips on his and kissing, gaping his mouth open Joel and you were passionate enough that you already forgot about everyone else in the world.

It felt so good when you were kissing Joel that you had to turn you full body to wrap your arms around his neck, while Joel’s hands are on your lower back. Standing on your tiptoes to make sure the kiss with Joel is still connected.

Opening your mouth, Joel takes the opportunity to stick his tongue in your mouth, you gracefully take his tongue in your mouth and doing the same. It felt passionate and dirty at the time.

This was a favor that Joel was fulfilling for you, their wasn’t supposed to be a no-strings-attached situation, but you and Joel felt like you were both in the honeymoon phase.

The touching, the moaning, holding each other like they were the only two people in the world, it felt like a disaster when Joel broke the kiss.

Joel had your head in his hands as he looked at you with determination in his eyes.

“Turn around —” Breath “— I want you too see yourself how beautiful you are,” Joel breathed.

You turned around as you both notice you both are still in front of the mirror. Heavy breathing, mind blank, heart pumping.

His hands were on your shoulders as he slowly makes way for your zipper on your hoodie.

He slowly dragged it down as you were getting desperate to kiss him again.

As he’s dragging your zipper down he can tell you were getting desperate and chuckled.

“What’s wrong, Sunshine?”

His thick texan accent sending chills down your spine.

“I ugh, I just wanna kiss you again, and it’s crazy to say that.”

“Let me please you baby, you deserve it,” Joel reassured.

Your jacket is almost zipped off and Joel began kissing your neck, his beard tickling and sending chills on your neck. You’re no longer looking a the mirror as you shoot your head up and close your eyes and moan in pleasure.

The zipper finally disconnecting from the other side of your jacket. Joel stopped kissing your neck and slowly drifts your jacket off your shoulders, watching it fall off your arms.

“Turn around and kiss me, Sunshine.”

You followed his command and smashed your lips on his, wrapping your arms around his neck again. His hands on your lower back was now cupping your ass.

It was like he wasn’t giving enough of it, he just wanted to play with it like putty.

Taking off his trucker jacket, his big biceps wrapping around your back. Your body melts onto his as you tangle your hands in his hair. Joel’s kisses had gotten more intense and filthy like he was ravenous. He didn’t want to let you go or forget about this at all.

To Joel he was fulfilling a dream, to you this must have a been a mission you didn’t want to end.

Joel was walking and you were walking backwards being careful to not break the kiss, your hands had a mind of their own as you were touching his face, his beard, his hair, you wanted to explore Joel Miller and you wouldn’t go home until you explored every nook and cranny of him.

Your calves hitting the bed frame made you stop as you didn’t want to break this electrifying kiss, but with Joel, he keeps walking and you break the kiss and end up sitting on the foot of his bed.

Looking up at Joel he had a sly smirk on his face as you look down and realize that your face to face with his bulge near your face.

“I have a feelin’, you suck cock good baby,” Joel smirked rubbing his bulge outside his jeans.

“You want to test that theory?”

You place your hand onto Joel’s bulge and you immediately feel it throbbing. His hard cock being constrained by his boxers must be hurting.

Undoing his pants, unzipping his zipper, you can see his cock throb right in front of you, pointing right at you. “Damn, my cock was hurting so much in those jeans,” Joel licks his lips.

Taking your hands and pulling down his boxers, his dick springs out and almost hits the tip of your nose. You look in shock and satisfaction. This has to be the biggest dick you’ve ever seen. Even Luke can’t compare to Joel’s monster cock.

“Get to suckin’ baby.”

You wrap your lips around the tip of his dick as you start sucking. He brings his head back and moans with pleasure as you take his cock in your mouth.

You start going back and forth as your sucking Joel’s thick cock. He’s in heaven as your basically worshiping his cock, he’s never felt this euphoric before and he didn’t want to let this feeling go, he wanted to live in it forever.

“You’re such a good boy, your ex is a dumbass,” Joel smirks.

Luke wouldn’t even praise you if you did this, he would just be silent, and it would be weird. You just wanted to either be praised or degraded, and Luke knew that, so the silence indicated that he was never into it in any way shape, or form.

You take Joel’s cock from your mouth, and with your hands, you stroke it. It’s big inside and length; you can’t help but smile looking at Joel.

“You’re so fucking big, so much better than Luke,” You smirk.

“He can’t compare, Sunshine?” Joel asks.

“No, he can’t, Joel.”

You take his cock back in your mouth, and he hangs his head back; he places his hands on his forehead and moans in pleasure.

He then takes his hands and holds your head in his hand.

“You’re so beautiful, baby boy,” Joel exclaimed.

His hand is still on your face as you shove his cock down your throat. Inhaling his musky scent and hearing him moan loudly, the neighbors could possibly hear him. Take your mouth away from his cock, and a long line of spit comes with it, and you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

Joel leans down to kiss you as he cups your face. He was more passionate and loving this time than his hungrier state. He backs away in a few deep breaths you both share.

“Joel?”

“Yeah, Sunshine?”

“Do you still have my phone?”

Joel snaps out of his hormonal thoughts and bends down to grab your phone from the jean pocket you discarded earlier.

“Unlock it, Honey,” Joel exclaimed, handing you your phone.

You did what he commanded and opened the camera app. Making sure it was on ‘Selfie mode’ and handed the phone back to him.

“Is there anything specific you want me to do, Sunshine?” Joel asks.

“Whatever rolls off your tongue is fine with me, your cock seems to be missing my tongue,” You commented.

“Then get back to suckin’ pretty boy,” Joel smirks.

You place your lips around his tip and your tongue makes its way around Joel’s slit, you taste the precum coming out of it and Joel can feel you, he was back in heaven again and he didn’t want to leave anytime soon. Taking his whole length in your mouth, Joel’s eyes almost pop out of his head.

Bringing his knuckle to his mouth trying to stifle his moans.

“Oh, baby. I don’t even want to record you. That asshole doesn’t deserve you.”

“Focus, Joel.” You smiled

Joel basically huffs a breath trying to contain his moans as you're sucking his cock.

"Hey, Luke? Was it? Anyway, you're probably wondering who this is, well, this is someone who can treat Y/N better, mentally, physically, and sexually of course. I mean, look at him go," Joel smiles, flipping the camera towards you.

At that moment, you knew how to make Luke's heart feel like yours did previously.

You start sucking on Joel's balls, Luke always begged you to suck his, but you could never do it. You knew this would piss him off, and you were happy. Sucking on Joel's balls, you couldn't help but smile.

Joel's dick covered your face, but he could still see your shit-eating grin in the camera.

Joel flips the camera to look back at him. "You see that? He's already forgotten about you and gotten with someone better." Joel smiles and stops recording.

As you attempt to suck on Joel's cock again, he picks you up, and he kisses your lips again, tossing your phone on the bed behind you; Joel's arms wrap around your lower back. Your hands somehow find their way back down to his cock, and you can't help but stroke it.

As you both are kissing, Joel moans in your mouth. As you quickened stroking his cock, his moans became faster and labored; it was hot, and you couldn't get enough of it.

"Sunshine, I have to worship you like you've been with my cock," Joel hisses. "Please, lemme worship you, baby."

"How?" You ask, confused.

"Take your clothes off, and lemme worship that amazing body of yours," Joel hissed again.

You start to slide out of your shoes, then your sweatpants and underwear -- your cock springs free, then your shirt which you were hesitant about before you took it off.

Luke always made some sort of comment about your body. He hated your stretch marks and always compared you to skinner people; it always made you so self-conscious about yourself.

"Look at how beautiful you look," Joel exclaimed.

"You don't have to lie to me Joel," You shake your head.

He cups your face again so you're looking at him. "I'm a lot of things, Y/N but a bullshitter; I'm nothing like that.

You can't help but feel as if your heart is slowly being repaired as you kiss Joel's plump lips again. To you, those lips were like candy and you had a sweet tooth,

"Can I — kiss "—please—" kiss "— worship you now?" Joel asks.

"Yeah," You answer.

You turn around and crawl onto Joel's bed, he slaps your ass as your crawl on his bed. As you place your head onto one of his pillows, you see him take his boots and pants off his around his ankles. He crawls after you until your noses basically and he's kissing you again.

Your cocks are rubbing onto one another as Joel's grinding into you. Your body wanted to explode as he was this passionate. You were touch starved and begging to be touched again and Joel answered your pleading.

Joel’s kisses traveled down towards your chin and then down your shoulders — where your stretch marks resided.

“Your body is so fucking perfect, Sunshine,” Joel complimented.

His tongue was trailing up and down your stretch marks. His tongue felt like heaven on your bare skin, sucking your teeth in amazement as your whole body floated away. You wanted to stay in this moment for a long time -- practically begging Joel to keep his tongue all over your body.

Joel's kisses trail down to your chest -- onto your nipples as he sucks on them; you moan in enjoyment. You were in a euphoric state of mind like you never were before.

Joel's hands kept traveling all over your body, your arms, thighs, and nipples; you loved where his hands traveled. He couldn't get enough of you and he didn't want to stop.

He loved that in this vulnerable moment, you trusted him with your body, to help you reach places that you haven't reached before.

Shutting your eyes while your moans travel all over Joel's bedroom as he kisses down your stomach to your aching, throbbing cock.

Your eyes shoot open as Joel's mouth wraps around your cock. You arch your back in amazement as Joel's mouth feels astonishing.

Luke never treated you this well, and for someone like Joel, who you weren't as close to, knew where to make your body tingle without even telling him.

Joel's mouth kept up and down and your body felt like you were overstimulating and you were about to explode . . . until Joel stopped sucking your cock and then started to eat you out.

You were gripping his sheets until your knuckles were turning bone white; your moans were actually bouncing off of Joel's bedroom walls at this point. You were trying to keep still to enjoy every second of Joel's talented mouth.

Joel's beard felt soft and coarse at the same time, you couldn’t get enough of this feeling Joel was giving you and you didn’t want it to end anytime soon.

“Mhmm, Sunshine, you taste so fuckin’ good,” Joel muffled.

“Joel, you talking makes it feel even better, your so good at that.”

“Your boyfriend never treat you this well, huh?”

“Nope, not the slightest bit.”

Joel grabs your phone once again.

“Password,” Joel commanded.

“Zero-Two-One-Three,” You answered breathlessly.

Joel entered your password on your phone and open the camera app and started recording himself; He started eating you out again and you couldn’t help but moan out loud again.

“Mmmm, Luke, your ex, tastes so fuckin' good, you hear that?” Joel asks before eating you out again.

You didn’t want to have Luke hear your moans, but you couldn’t help it, it felt so fucking amazing, and your moans kept going up and down.

“Luke, have you ever fingered his hole before? Someone like you would not know how to please a person.”

“My tongue is working wonders that your sad dick could, am I right, Sunshine?” Joel asks.

“You feel so good, Joel. I love it so much. Can you do it again, please?”

“Anything for my sunshine,” Joel smirks.

“Luke, I’ll see you later. Gotta get back to pleasin' your ex,” Joel winks at the camera before ending the recording.

Joel grabs your thighs, and your legs stay in place as he eats you out.

He ate you out as if you were going to run away from him, this felt to him, and this felt too good for you.

You wanted to know what his cock felt inside you, so you had to ask; even though this experience would end, you feel a different one.

“C-can you put your cock inside me?”

“You sure, Sunshine?” Joel asked.

“Please, Joel,” You plead.

Joel rushes up to your face and with an open mouth kiss he slides his tongue in your mouth at the same time opening his nightstand drawer and reaching for a condom.

But feeling that the condom box is empty he breaks the kiss and looks towards his nightstand. You curiosity gets the best of you and you look to where Joel’s eyes trailed to.

“What’s wrong?” You ask.

“I don’t have anymore condoms, Sunshine. I really hoped that I could —”

“It’s fine,” You reassured.

“Are you sure, I don’t want to do anything unless you’re comfortable with it,” Joel states.

“No, it’s okay. I promise, Joel would hate that someone else has been inside me — especially raw,” You smirk. Joel smirks back at you and with his outstretched hand,, holds your head so he can kiss you.

As Joel’s kissing you he starts to grind into you, which you start moaning into Joel’s mouth.

He starts to go faster as he’s teasing you, your moans become more and more intense, you love his cock rubbing against yours — it felt almost as intoxicating as when he was licking your skin.

“Sunshine, I’m going to put it in now, okay,” Joel starts.

You nod in acceptance.

Joel lifts your legs up and with a deep breath you mentally prepare for his cock near your entrance. You were nervous to say the least, you could barely deep throat Joel’s length you were nervous on what his cock would to you. Well for one you were —

“OH, JOEL, GOD DAMN!” You exclaimed.

Joel had his dick inside you and the pain quickly turned into pleasure. He leaned down and kissed you to calm you down. His face inches away from yours.

“Is this okay?” Joel asks.

Your hole was aching in pleasure, as you nodded your head at Joel, he rolled his hips into you and you couldn’t help but moan in pleasure.

Joel stood up to take his shirt off ass he keeps his hard cock inside you.

Joel was starting to pick up his pace as he keeps fucking you. You both were on cloud nine as this euphoria moment skyrocketed. Joel was doing something he’s always had dreams, fantasies, about.

He knew it was filthy to think about bending you over and making love to you but he didn’t care because in this moment he was fulfilling a wish he’s been begging for.

“You like this boy?” Joel southern accent making your body send shivers up your spine.

“Mm- fuck, I love it — so fucking big.”

Joel was hitting places you didn’t even know existed in your body, in the moment you didn’t feel the emotions you were feeling moments ago.

Overstimulation, passion, pleasure, overdrive, euphoria, you were feeling all of these and you didn’t want his stop. Joel was treating you like you’ve always wanted to be treated — loved.

“You gonna stroke that pretty cock for me, Sunshine? I wanna see you cum from my dick pounding inside you,” Joel growled looking into your eyes.

Joel adjusted himself to stand up straight — but still pumping his cock into you. You started to stroke your hard, aching, throbbing cock.

As you were stroking yourself, Joel grabs your phone, entering the password and started recording you both.

“Hey Luke, is it? I don’t know — hard thrust — moan from you “— you hear that, me fucking your perfect boyfriend. I’m so fuckin’ glad I can finally fuck this tight hole. Sunshine, you close yet, baby?”

Joel flips the camera to show you. “Almost, but I want you to cum inside me when your close, alright, Luke! You wish you could cum inside me, huh? Cum inside the whore you screwed!”

Joel flips the camera to show his sweaty face. “Well, I can’t ignore what my baby says, so I’ll get back to you.” Joel stops recording on your phone. Throwing your phone next to him, he places his hands on the pillows below your head as he fucks you rough.

Joel’s knuckles were going to jump out of his hands from how hard he was gripping his sheets. You couldn’t help but moan with every single thrust Joel was pumping into you.

This is what heaven felt like and you didn’t want to leave anytime soon.

“Cum for me baby, I want you to feel good.” Joel growled .

“Augh! — Ama-ing, —oel, fuck- amazing!”

It sounded like broken english to you but to Joel, he knew what you were trying say.

“Fuckin’ perfect, baby!” Joel exclaimed.

Joel’s hands were trailing down your body as he was still pumping his hard cock inside you. His hands found your thighs as he holds them.

You could feel yourself getting closer with every stroke — and Joel’s thrusts. Your first ever orgasm was coming and you were nervous and excited at the same time. A long awaited moment coming in an instant.

“Joel, I’m gonna cum,” You warned.

“Cum, for me, baby,” Joel whispered as he got closer to your face.

You were counting down in your head, trying to perfectly count the time your orgasm was going to occur.

“Five,” You thought.

You could feel your body start to shake a bit.

“Four.”

Your body wanted to stop but your hands wasn’t stopping one bit.

“Three.”

“Baby, I’m close to,” Joel stated.

He kissed you as a wave of ecstasy almost leaves your body.

“Two,”

Joel clenched his teeth to hold the explosion in as much as he can.

“One!”

Your cum shot out from your cock as you could feel Joel’s cum shooting inside you, your cum litters all over your stomach as some of it hits Joel’s as well.

Joel’s body shook as he stopped pumping his load inside you. You both were gasping for air in this steamy moment. You fulfilled each other’s requests: You wanted your ex to feel hurt as you did, and Joel finally got to fuck you as hard as he wanted.

“You okay, Sunshine?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay.”

Joel smiles and kisses your lips tenderly and softly. You moan into the kiss as you could feel Joel’s cock still throbbing.

☼ ☼ ☼

You had sent the three videos of you and Joel having sex to Luke. That was forty-five minutes ago.

You were still in Joel’s bedroom taking his cock again for the fourth time his cum was inside you. Joel had given you four creampies in the past forty-five minutes, and given you three orgasm’s. Your face was in his sheets gripping them as your ass was hanging over the edge of his bed.

Joel was fucking you as if his life depended it, he didn’t want this afternoon/night to end anytime soon. “Joel, we should stop, this is amazing but, we should stop,” You whined in pleasure.

“This last time, after this I promise, I’ll stop,” Joel groaned in between thrusts.

“You said that, the last four times,” You countered.

“I swear, this will the last time.”

Joel had closed his eyes in determination to cum for the fifth time tonight, he’s never had the experience like this one and he didn’t want to stop anytime soon.

The cum that dried all over your thighs, butt cheeks were a way to know that you were fucked rough by Joel Miller and he loved the idea of that.

“I’m gonna cum again,” Joel states before exploding his cum inside you. You pick yourself up and have your sweaty back on Joel’s sweaty chest, his arm wrap around your neck as he kisses you sweetly. You breathe into each other’s mouths as you both are kissing each other.

That’s when Joel starts to roll his hips back and forth inside you again. “One more time, I promise,” Joel breathes into your neck.

Still holding you with his arm in the position with your back clasping his chest you can’t help but whine.

“Fuuuuuck, Joel, god! Someone help me from this crazy animal!” You exclaimed.

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robo-dino-puppy · 3 months

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horizon forbidden west | aloy 107/?

#horizon forbidden west #hfw #aloy #uhhhhh as far as i can tell i never posted this one? but the file date says last september #and i know i took the shot in june...#idk. if i posted it before i'm posting it again i guess!#because i like how i captured her here :)#hfw aloy

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itsrheasgirl · 1 year

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🔮 MASTER LIST 🔮

I JUST WANT TO MAKE IT CLEAR THAT ALL THE STORIES I WRITE HERE ARE AU. THE USE OF REAL NAMES DOES HAPPEN IN SOME OF MY WORKS SO JUST BE PREPARED.

COMPLETE.

WIP.

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MY ONE SHOTS

Eyes Don’t Lie (Raquel Rodriguez)

Talk Back (x Reader)

Accidents Happen (x Reader)

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REQUESTS.

Can’t Get Caught (x Reader)

The Girl Is Mine - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 (x Reader)

You Are Enough (x Reader)

Love Is Blind (x Reader)

You Belong To Me (x Reader)

Till Death (x Reader)

Happily (N)ever After - Part 1 - Part 2 (x Reader)

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FORBIDDEN LOVE SERIES.

Chapter 1: Forbidden Love. (x Reader)

Prequel - Don’t Lie To Me

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10

The Morning After

Chapter 2: An Unexpected Guest. (x Reader)

Prequel- I Don’t Know What To Do

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Betrayal

Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10

Chapter 3: Only Looking At You. (x Reader)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10

Chapter 4: TBA (x Reader)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10

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WILL YOU LOVE ME TOMORROW

MINI SERIES (x Reader)

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - More TBA

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ON THE ROCKS (x Reader)

Teaser

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8

Chapter 9 - More TBA

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HALLOWEEN ONE SHOTS

Only Yours (Vampire!Rhea x Reader)

Friday Night Bites (Vampire!Rhea x Reader)

Make Me Scream (Ghostface!Rhea x Reader)

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yoonlattesworld · 1 year

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Possessive much?: forbidden au

Bts masterpost

Mafia yoongi x reader

Synopsis: how hard will it be to keep his cool when he saw an arm which wasn't his,wrapped around you? Certainly harder than he thought.

Genre/warnings: mafia yoongi, possessive yoongi, forbidden au, legal age gap, angry sex, unprotected sex,cocky yoongi

A/n: i know it's taking really long with the second part so here's a drabble! It can be readed alone but I'd recommend reading forbidden first. The time line can be confusing but let's say that yoongi and y/n haven't confessed their feelings yet.

Taglist (open)♡

@kissme-ornot @meow-min @kyojuro-ska @xmochiloverx @iheartsvt @yoonaasa @creatorspalace @shymagda-7 @rosquilleta @bunnyrhe @raineandskye

Author's pov

Yoongi sighed, leaning the bar counter with tired limbs as his bored eyes scanned the room filled with people flaunting their power. Taking a sip of whiskey, he groaned running a hand through his hair. Fuck he feels so fucking tired that he'd much rather be in his bed rather than in a room filled with dirty assholes. It would be nicer if you were there with him,cuddled up on his pillow just like you did a few days ago when you fell asleep on his bed. God he loved how innocent, pure and perfect you looked in his t shirt, sleeping on his bed without a care in the world. But he hated the way you panicked when you woke up. He hated how scared you looked, in fear of getting caught.

His eyes softened as you came in his mind. He wonders what you're doing right now. Will you be coming here? With his brother? All the softness disappeared as his eyes hardened at the thought. Gulping down the burning liquid he signaled the bartender to fill his glass before scanning the room in hopes of catching a glimpse of you. His lips parted and he felt his chest tighten when your eyes met. There you were. Walking in the room with your alluring beauty, completely unaware of the many eyes on you. Because even with so many eyes staring at you, you were only looking at him. His eyes ran over your body,not missing your blushing cheeks as you flushed under his gaze. Unknowingly, his lips curved in a soft smile as he watched you glancing at him with a shy smile. His eyes fell on the necklace with was resting over the curve of your chest, with just the right amount of cleavage showing.

You sighed softly, snuggling in his pillow as his scent wrapped around you like a sweet lullaby. Unaware of his gaze on you, as he stood in front of the bed, with a cigarette in between his lips. Usually he never smokes in front of you. But the amount of stress on his shoulder didn't let him control himself. But as he noticed your nose scrunching in your sleep, he crushed the cigarette and took something out from his side drawer. Sitting on the bed he softly removed your hair falling on your face, and smiled softly when you whispered his name in your sleep. Opening the velvet box,he took the delicate necklace in his hand and leaned down, gently draping it over your neck. As he closed the hook,your eyes fluttered opened, your breath hitching at the closeness when he pulled back, looking at you. The softness in his eyes caused thousands of butterflies to dance in your stomach as he mumbled "beautiful" but you weren't sure if he was talking about you or the necklace.

It was a delicate chain with a small diamond in the middle. Anyone would think it was a beautiful necklace worn by the future daughter in law of the min family. But only you and yoongi knew that there is a small 'y' engraved at the back of the diamond. It was his way of saying that even though his brother was the one who could hold you in front of everyone, he was the only one who could hold the real you. And by wearing that necklace in front of everyone, you hoped he would understand what you were trying to say. That even with his brother's arm wrapped around you, he was the only on in your heart.

He lips curved in a cocky smirk as he watched you touching the necklace while looking at him with those innocent eyes. But soon, something made his face drop, with his jaw clenching as he looked away with a sharp breath. You looked surprised as your fiancee suddenly wrapped his arm around your waist, your eyes gluing to your feet as his fingers rubbed the small part of your bare skin visible. You painted a smile on your face. A perfect fake smile that you've mastered. The smile which would work on everyone but yoongi. Yoongi scoffed with an angry smirk as he watched his brother's fingers digging in your bare waist,just below where he had marked you. If the dress was a revealing your waist a little more, anyone could see the multiple marks he had left on your soft skin.

Your eyes looked at him worriedly as you watched him gulping down another glass of whiskey with his jaw tight. Yoongi tugged his tie a little loose as he noticed hyunmin's hand traveling down. His breathing got heavier as he scoffed, wanting nothing more than to walk across the room and fucking rip his arm off. Your eyes connected with his as you tired to remove hyunmin's arm without looking suspicious and he swears he has never been more angry before as he watched your face. You looked uncomfortable. But it seemed like his idiot of a brother was too busy eye fucking some girl to notice. You looked back at where yoongi was standing, well atleast he was standing. But your eyes widened in worry as you didn't saw him there. Your heart clenched at the thought of him misunderstanding the situation. And you finally tugged his arm with a whisper "i need to go to the restroom " your future husband nodded without paying much attention and you immediately started walking towards where yoongi was before. Looking over the sea of people you kept walking towards the stairs, but suddenly, a hand pulled you in behind the huge staircase causing you to gasp. Your eyes widened even more when you saw yoongi looking at you with so much anger in his eyes. If you weren't wrong, you could see jealousy in his brown eyes too. "Y-yoongi-" he cursed under his breath, his large hands gripping your ass and before you could say anything, he suddenly turned you around so that your back was pressed against the wall behind the huge staircase and you felt your heart pounding. Both because of his gaze,and because of the fear of someone seeing you both. His jaw was tight as he squeezed your ass and growled "kiss me" your eyes widened at that. This was the first time he was acting like this. "B-but-" and your eyes widened even more when you saw hyunmin walking towards the both of you. Or you can stumbling around in a drunken haze. You gasped whispering "y-yoongi he is coming-" but he cut you off with a possessive hand wrapping around your throat as he grunted "fucking kiss me doll"

Biting your bottom lip you failed to notice his eyes following your movement as you looked at hyunmin one more time before taking a deep breath. Cupping his face in your soft hands,you stood up on your tiptoes and softly pressed your lips on his,a groan leaving his lips at the feeling as you carassed his cheek, momentarily forgetting about the risk of getting caught by your future husband. He wrapped his one arm around your waist and pulled you closer, your soft breast pressing against his hard chest as your lips moved against his smoothly. His lips tasted like whiskey as he kissed you firmly yet gently and a soft whimper of his name left your lips just as hyunmin reached in front of you which you failed to notice. "Hyung?" You tensed up,now knowing that he is standing right behind yoongi and the only thing covering you is yoongi's body as he easily hide you from his brother. Yoongi noticed the way you tensed up, and instead of replying to his brother, he only grunted, pressing you against the wall with his bulge pressing against your core which caused you to moan softly. Yoongi didn't paid his brother any mind who snickered saying "get a room hyung. I'm sure dad won't like seeing you fucking like animals " that made yoongi smirk. Who would have guessed that hyunmin will be telling his older brother to get a room with his future wife.

When he heard his footsteps fading, he slowly pulled back breathing heavily ,looking over his shoulder to see him disappearing in the crowd before looking at you again. You were looking at him with wide eyes, your cheeks flushed pink as you panted "aren't you a fucking sight to see flower?" He groaned wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you with him. You squeaked as he dragged you in one of the rooms. Of course he made sure no one saw you both and pulled you in an empty room, your back pressing against the door as he locked it before looking at you with his gaze filled with different emotions. Was it jealousy? You gasped as he suddenly unzipped your dress,pulling it off your shoulders with so much roughness which caused the delicate fabric to tear a little at the end. As the dress pooled at your feet,you watched him yanking off his suit and tie with his jaw clenched. You've never seen him like this before and that made you wonder what caused it. "A-are you okay?" You gasped as his hands gripped your thighs and he picked you up,your legs wrapping around his waist "no" he grunted, throwing you on the bed. His gaze falling on the many fading marks over your chest, neck , waist , thighs. "Fuck" he groaned pulling you up and unhooking your bra with one hand as your hands pressed against his bare chest. You moaned his name as his fingers rubbed your clit slowly over your panties causing him to chuckle darkly as he yanked his pants and boxers down and his large cock slapped against his abdomen "would love to eat this sweet little cunt angel. But need to be inside you now. Think you can take me?" You nodded almost immediately causing him to smirk as he teared your panties causing you to gasp "oh my god stop tearing everything! What will i wear after this-" "shut your mouth doll" your words halted immediately after hearing the dominance in his voice and you whimpered pitifully as he rubbed his hardened cock over your weeping cunt and just as you were about to cry out to stop teasing you,he suddenly thrusted in coaxing a loud moan from your lips as he let out a small gasp when your warm walls fully enveloped him "fuck. How are you still so fucking tight after how much i fucked you last night?" He let out a guttural groan as pulled out and watched his dick coming out completely wet. You whimpered as he thrusted back in, your hands flying to wrap around his shoulders as your nails scratched his skin with every powerful thrust leaving long, red marks on him. "O-oh yoongi " you moaned as his pace increased, he was almost animalistic as the whole bed started shaking with his balls slapping against your ass, his lips coming down to attack your sensitive skin. His hand gripped the same area in an almost bruising grip which was touched by his brother just a few minutes ago as he sucked dark purple marks every where he could reach.

"Don't hide them. You hear me?" He breathed heavily, gripping your jaw as you became a babbling mess, nodding while crying out his name "you look so fucking perfect like this. You look mine" he growled hitting your g spot with memorized movements while your eyes widened "yours?" You whimpered with hope in your heart. But soon you felt that hope crushing as he never replied. And kissed you passionately, which caused your heart to get heavier. Maybe he just said it without meaning anything. Even though your heart ached at the thought, you still held him tightly, feeling your high approaching as you sobbed because of the pleasure but also because of something else "y-yoongi i feel so close" you gasped holding his hand tightly as he groaned out "i know flower. Can feel you clenching around me. Fucking cum" a loud moan left your lips as your high washed over, and at the same time,his own climax approached and he came silently with a low growl against your ear "mine" was the word you thought you heard but you felt so lost at the moment. He pressed his forehead against your collarbones breathing heavily before he pulled out of you softly, frowning when you winced. "Hey" he mumbled as you slowly came down from your high and looked at him hazily "did i hurt you?" You shaked your head wiping a stray tear which managed to escape not noticing the way his jaw clenched at the sight. "Look at me" he muttered and you looked at him nervously "you need to tell me to stop if I'm ever hurting you doll. Tell me to stop. It's the only way i can control myself" his face looked pained as his eyes stared in your own with new emotions while new tears filled your eyes and you whispered "i don't want you to stop" he didn't say anything. Instead kept staring at you for a moment before looking away.

You pulled the duvet over your body as he stood up and walked in the bathroom. You thought he went to get a wet towel to clean you up just like he does everytime. But you were surprised when he came back and picked you up bridal style before walking towards the bathroom. You kept looking at him but he never met your gaze the whole time he bathed you. As you stood in the bathroom with a towel wrapped around your body, you waited for him as he mumbled "I'll be back" and walked out of the room. You didn't expect to get more surprises but then he entered the bathroom with another dress. This one a white satin sleeveless dress. With a pair of panties. Your panties. The one you wore the first time he took you. Your heart was pounding as you took the clothes from him and he left the bathroom without another word. You didn't think he would keep your panties for so long.

After you got dressed, you walked in the room after brushing your hair to look presentable because all your makeup was ruined so you were bare faced. You saw that he had already gotten dressed and he was sitting on one of the arm chair with his legs spread. You didn't say anything when you saw him staring at you as if you were the most beautiful woman in this world. You didn't said anything when he placed a hand on your lower back. You didn't said anything and only looked down when he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.

You only walked towards your future husband and stood by his side,holding the necklace gently as a mark he left on you could be seen on your neck. But your fiance was too drunk to notice it. And everyone else who noticed it,assumed it was from hyunmin. Because who would dare to question the future daughter in law of the min family? Only someone who wants to die in the hands of Min yoongi. The same man would can kill anyone without blinking an eye,who was staring at you from the other side of the room. Not caring about people noticing him staring at his brother's fiance "atleast try to hide it you idiot " seokjin scoffed shaking his head as he stood beside the mafia boss "hide what?" Mumbled yoongi earning an amused laugh from the older man as he kept on staring at you "hide your love for her" that caught his attention.

Love huh? That explains the un denying urge to fucking blow his brother's head.

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