#3450 words

[teamatsumu]

purple and pink. (rafayel x reader)

summary: you and rafayel cover yourselves in paint and (redacted).

word count: 3450

warnings: porn without plot, smut, swearing, nsfw, mdni, fem!reader

tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi

a/n: my brain is rotting for this man so this is just self indulgent crap atp

You weren’t exactly an artistic person.

You just never indulged in art before. Of course, you admired the craft and thought it was extremely difficult to actually create meaningful art. But you didn’t think you were a particularly creative person, nor did you think you had an eye for such stuff.

Ever since you began dating Rafayel, you would say your appreciation for art had definitely improved. How could it not, considering he spent all day creating it, and in the time he wasn’t, his world was still colored by the lens of it. Rafayel saw art everywhere he went, in the gentle roll of the water where it rippled in fountains, or the timid but pinpoint light of a lone star in a dark sky. He loved describing it to you, and the way he put it would make you look around twice. He had really changed the way you viewed the world.

What you were about to do now wasn’t exactly the kind of art that made you think deeply of the universe, but hey, not all art can make you question your existence. Sometimes you need to create….. lighter pieces.

Stepping back, you stared down at the bed sheet sized canvas you had stuck to the floor, sure that you had used enough adhesive to keep it temporarily in place. The clock on the far wall of the studio told you that Rafayel would be home in a little while, which meant you needed to start the next phase of your plan shortly. But first things first, you needed lighter clothes.

After you had switched your jeans and button down shirt for a thin, short robe, you began pulling down buckets of paint from the storage closet connecting to the main studio. You chose only two, a light purple and a light pink. Both colors you knew Rafayel liked using in his pieces. You might not know a whole lot about art, but you knew him inside out. And you also knew he would love this idea.

You spent the next few minutes going over the canvas with the two buckets, pouring a few globs of paint over it. Small, but dense, with lots of blank canvas around them so they could be spread. You decided to only do two or three globs of each color. After all, wasn’t the art in how the colors would move and slide on the canvas? This should be enough paint for that purpose.

Your face was heating up at the thought of what was about to happen, and you felt almost giddy. When was he going to be home? You couldn’t wait to get started.

As if on cue, the door of the studio clicked open, not making a single sound as your boyfriend lumbered in, closing the door behind him. His white shirt was loose, black pants tight, and you couldn’t help but admire his ass when he turned around to shut the door with a light snap.

“Hey-” He stopped almost immediately upon seeing you, eyeing the half empty paint can you were setting down and the flimsy robe covering your body. A body that was definitely naked under it.

“What are you doing?” You saw his eyes flick over you and then behind to eye the massive canvas you had laid out, along with the little circles of paint looking fresh and shiny on it. You gave him a grin.

“I was hoping we could collaborate for your next piece.” You tugged at his shirt until you both stood closer to the canvas, taking special joy in how confused he looked. His eyes kept darting all over the place to try and make sense of what was going on, and you had to stifle a giggle.

You thought to elaborate on your suggestion by slowly unbuttoning his crisp white shirt. Rafayel raised his eyebrows but didn’t stop you, probably curious to see what you were cooking. You tugged his shirt off his toned shoulders, before going to work on his pants. His hand finally seized yours, tilting his head so your eyes would meet his.

“You wanna tell me what’s going on?” His tone was amused. You hummed almost in thought, pulling your hand away. You tugged on the belt of your robe until it slipped free, and the front fell open. You saw the tips of Rafayel’s ears turn red, and his expression blanked a bit.

“You have paint. You have a canvas. And you have me.” Your voice was a low whisper. You reached into the bucket next to you, palms stretched, until they were both covered in paint. Then you reached one hand up and dragged your fingertips over his bare abs.

The cool paint made them contract a bit, and you heard the way his breath hitched under the touch. Four long streaks of pink now stood out against his pale skin. Finally, you looked back up to meet his gaze, his face inches from yours.

Rafayel’s blush had extended from his ears down to his neck, but the corner of his lip twitched up into a slow grin. His hands were eager as he undid the button of his pants, and you felt a thrill run up your spine. You watched him undress quickly. He was slow, smooth, as he lifted one precise hand to tug on the shoulder of your loose robe until it was falling off your shoulders and pooling at your feet.

He looked around and his eyes caught the second can of paint. Purple. He dipped his hands into it, and you watched him walk back over to you.

“Where did you get this idea, baby?” His voice had lost its confusion, coated in honey now, sultry and low, nearly a whisper, and you shivered when his breath hit your bare neck. He took advantage of the fact that your hair was pulled up and away from your shoulders, tracing gentle lips over the slope of your shoulder. Instinctively, your hands smoothed over his torso, and you were reminded of the paint on them, still wet, now swiped onto the man before you.

Rafayel hummed at the feeling and proceeded to return the favor, his hands set on your hips. The paint was cool on your skin, and you almost jumped at the temperature if it weren’t for his warm hands taking the feeling away in the next second. Your boyfriend gave your naked bodies a gentle tug backwards until you were stepping on paper, slight crinkling noises hitting your ears.

Gentle lips now made contact with yours, and you sighed in relief. You had missed this, just the feeling of him kissing you. You had been thinking about it- and other things- all day, and you were so excited to start. Hands caressed over each other slowly but eagerly, and you couldn’t even begin to imagine how much paint you had managed to get on each other.

Your kisses became more hurried, more firm, and you could feel Rafayel’s body temperature rise a bit. His breath stuttered when you moaned into his mouth, tongues dancing together in a synchronized battle. He nibbled at your bottom lip and you arched deeply into him, nails digging into his biceps.

“Fuck, the paint is drying.” You managed to gasp out when your lips separated, his mouth finding the skin behind your ear immediately. He sucked hard on it, until you shivered and let out a long, shaky breath. Your knees were so weak, and you were glad for his strong arms wrapped around your waist, since it was the only thing currently holding you up.

He hummed against your skin, not letting up on the marks he was marring it with. You had discovered pretty early on that Rafayel was a biter, and marks on your skin was another way he created art. It just so happened that you enjoyed the feeling more than you could ever think to describe.

“Good thing you laid more out for us then.” He responded, referring to the globs just below your feet, before tugging you down until you were sprawled on the canvas below you. It was cool under your skin, and you felt something wet just under your shoulder. Oh. Your eyes met Rafayel’s before they finally traveled down his body for the first time since you two had started. You gulped in a deep breath.

His pale skin was covered in purple and pink streaks, like smooth color streaked over brilliant porcelain. The ridges and bumps of his muscles stood out even more under the paint, and you could tell in a few places the exact route your hands had taken, pink running over his waist and down his V-line. The remnants of the journey your fingers took stood before you, proud on his skin. You felt a thrill run through you at the sight, something stirred in your core.

“This is turning you on.” Rafayel observed, a light smirk resting on his face. You felt your body burn at the teasing lilt of his voice.

“As if this isn’t something you’ve dreamed of doing.” You retaliated, opening your legs so he could fit himself between them, resting his elbows on either side of you so your faces were a hairbreadth away. He hummed and sighed, lowering his body until his erection grazed right over your center, making you gasp.

“Believe me, I’ve dreamed of this.” He sighed, reached for the paint to the left and just above your head. You watched him cover his palm with it before he reached down, hooking a hand under your knee and pulling it up until it folded against your torso. The paint was wet on your skin, and you were learning to love the feeling more and more. His cock prodded your entrance, now on full display for him. He gave you another mischievous smirk.

“Baby I’m about to ruin you so bad.”

The first slide of him inside you had you crying out and arching into him, his cock carving its way through your unprepped hole and bringing with it a burn so delicious it made your head spin. When he bottomed out, he moaned unabashedly into your ear, hot breath hitting the shell of it and sending shivers through your spine. Your core clenched and unclenched rapidly, trying to adjust to the glorious intrusion. Your brain screamed at him to move, to slide in and out, do anything at all. You needed to feel him rock into you. Your hips twitched and jerked, making your boyfriend moan before he finally started moving.

His thrusts started out languid, smooth, gliding in and out of you at a reasonable pace. You sighed, head leaned back and reveling in the feeling it brought, leg tensing under his grip. Little tendrils of pleasure zipped up from where you were connected, heavy cock stretching you open until your pussy was adequately wet, ready to take the pounding you knew was inevitably coming your way.

And oh, did you receive it.

Slowly, steadily, Rafayel picked up the pace until his hips were smacking hard into your pelvis, knocking every breath from your lungs. You cried out, one arm thrown over his shoulder while the other seeked desperate purchase under you, used to the feeling of silk sheets but now met with nothing but smooth, stretched out canvas and the wet sensation of sticky color. Rafayel used the grip he had on your knee to twist your leg out further, inviting him to hit that one spot that made you see stars. A broken wail left your mouth and your back arched impossibly high, hearing a low moan hit your ear when you clenched tight around the cock pounding into you.

“F-fuck, Rafi-” His head lifted, just enough to connect your lips in a desperate slurry of rushed kisses, sucking and biting on your lips as his pace didn’t so much as stutter. Your moans dissolved straight into his mouth, little pornographic ‘yeah, yeah, yeah’s slipping out with every thrust. You didn’t bother muffling them, knowing exactly what the noises did for Rafayel’s ego, and with how he was ravishing you currently, you were okay with giving him a little ego boost.

(You would deal with the consequences of that later.)

“Gonna cum-” You managed to choke out just as your orgasm rammed into you with no warning, effectively silencing any other words as you cried and shook through it, muscles seized tight and legs kicking in the air.

“God- fuck,” Rafayel’s first words. “There you go. Fuck, that’s it.”

He fucked you through the last vestiges of your high before his arms slipped under your arched waist and lifted you up, rolling over until you were perched on his hips, throbbing cock still nestled inside you. The change in position made him slide in deeper, and you let out a broken moan. Your orgasm was still lingering around the edges, encouraging you to prolong the feeling, to chase after it again. And so you did. You rolled your hips, placing your hands on Rafayel’s abs as leverage to push your body up and down. You finally took a good look at your boyfriend.

His chest was heaving with exertion, shining under the glow of the lights above you, catching on the swirling mixes of purple and pink. Under the paint, his skin glistened with sweat, tensing and straining under his movements. The paint had reached all the way up the side of his neck, and even into his hair, blending with the purple tresses. The purple complimented his eyes, half lidded and heavy with lust, his lip was tucked under his teeth.

He was a vision.

“Baby, you’re so fucking beautiful.” His voice was fractured and strained, and in your staring you had forgotten that you were also the object of his gaze. You couldn’t imagine how you looked right now, slathered with paint and hot under the stimulation you were receiving, strands of hair leaving your bun and trailing down over your face and neck. You rolled your hips and tightened hard around his cock, watching the way his jaw slackened and eyes rolled shut. Another zip of pleasure ran through you, and you couldn’t help but keen, pushing yourself to go faster, to make him feel even better.

“I’m- I’m so close.” You could feel your vision swim, tears gathering in your lash line as his cock dug deep into your core, prodding into your spongy walls in all the right ways. Rafayel grabbed both your wrists off his chest, pulling them behind your back and then tugging you down until your body was pinned tight against his. You let him do as he pleased, planting his feet on the canvas before he started thrusting hard and fast up into your sopping cunt.

You screamed and arched, body tensing at the pace he set, chin resting on his shoulder and head thrown back as you let him carry you face first into another orgasm, gushing around him until the sounds of his thrusts grew impossibly wetter, sloppier than the paint around you and covering you, blabbering incoherent phrases and curses as tears poured from your eyes. With every thrust, the ecstasy prolonged itself, like an endless high that came with intense drugs, except all you needed was him, and he would get you there if it was the last thing he did.

Your perspective was shifting, Rafayel’s cock leaving you until you felt cold and empty. He maneuvered you onto your hands and knees, or rather, arms and knees since you felt that you couldn’t even hold yourself up at this point. A firm hand pushed on your back until it arched to his liking, spreading you until he could slide his massive length back into you with little to no resistance. You whimpered pathetically, eyes rolling unhindered in your head, cheek smushed into the paper beneath you. Briefly, you felt like you could almost taste the paint, but the thought left your brain faster than cigarette smoke dissipating on a windy day when Rafayel started moving again.

“Stop me if you can’t take it.”

You could never, would never stop him, not when your pussy keened at the feeling of his cock filling you up to fulfillment once more. Especially not when he planted a foot on your side that gave him leverage to thrust harder and stronger into you. Your body buzzed and reveled under the feeling of being used like this, basking in the sounds coming from Rafayel getting heavier and choppier as he finally chased his own orgasm instead of yours. You wanted nothing more than for him to warm you up, fill you with his seed until you couldn’t take any more of it. Your depraved mind was wiped blank of everything else except that crushing need.

“Cum in me.” You managed to whine, clenching hard around him. Rafayel moaned and his hips stuttered.

“Fuck. I’m gonna- I’m cumming baby, take it, take it, take it, take it-” Your body jostled at the strength of his thrusts, once, twice, and then he was slamming his cock deep into you and holding it there, hot spurts of cum hitting your walls. Painting your insides white like your bodies had painted your outsides purple and pink.

Your entire body collapsed on itself when Rafayel pulled out, dropping onto the paper heavily as you tried to catch your breath. Your vision was swimming and so was your head, unable to do anything but focus on the faint buzz in your muscles. You could hear shuffling somewhere behind you before you were being lifted into strong arms. You sighed and curled into them, seeking the warmth of your boyfriend after the beating your body just took. And he was happy to provide it- in the tub he ran for you while both of you settled into warm water.

You dozed in and out of sleep as Rafayel cleaned you up, giggling and humming along with whatever little anecdotes he was telling you. He knew you would barely remember most of it later, considering how dopey and spacey you got after sex. You pouted and leaned up to him every few minutes, stealing tiny kisses from his lips. And afterwards, you let him pat you dry and put you to bed in the usual “princess treatment” he gave you after one of your sessions. The only time he backed off from teasing you relentlessly and instead doted on you properly.

You couldn’t tell how long you slept, but you woke up feeling well rested. The bed next to you was empty but still slightly warm, and you could hear quiet shuffling outside in the studio.

Your muscles screamed when you forced them to move, your hips and thighs feeling like particular sore spots. You ignored the feeling in favor of pulling a shirt off the floor to throw over your body, realizing it was your boyfriend’s when it fell all the way to your thighs. You trudged out of the room while rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You saw him standing with his back to you, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. The muscles of his bare back shifted as he moved, now clear of all the paint you two had slathered on it. Oh right, the paint.

Your eyes shifted behind him to the canvas, which Rafayel had propped up against the wall now, and was observing silently. You walked closer to admire the streaks of pink and purple on it, watching it carefully. Somehow, the choppy strokes showed your desperation, your passion, and you felt your face heat up at the thought.

“Looks pretty.” Your voice was slightly rough. Rafayel turned around at the sound and gave you a soft smile, pulling you closer and wrapping his arms around you from behind as you both stared. You settled into his warmth as you swayed gently back and forth.

“Why’re you thinking so hard about it?” You asked.

You turned your head to watch as he huffed and pouted a bit. He looked so cute, you bit back the urge to squish his cheeks.

“Pretty sure there’s some cum in there somewhere.”

Aaaaaand the urge was gone.

You smacked his chest hard, making him jerk back and laugh, but not releasing his hold on you.

“You’re disgusting.”

“Not more than you.”

He kissed you before you could land another smack, hand cupping your jaw to tilt your head back. You fought to keep a grin down, but failed when you felt his lips stretch with a smile of his own, erupting into giggles.

[vettelsvee]

I ALREADY HAVE A WIFE | Sebastian Vettel

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word count: 3450

summary: seb messes up on a press conference while his pregnant wife is there, and he also has to face a journalist that wants to try have a chance with him

warnings: this is based on THAT interview you know all too well (what are YOUR plans?). curse words, pregnancy and everything involved in it, talks of abortion, mental health issues (fluff fluff fluff)

a/n: this is part of history series (coming soon as is being heavily edited). it was my maiden series so... look carefully between lines because there might be some details you don't want to miss out. let me know what do you think of this pleaseeeeee you know i'm always waiting for your feedback, as well as comments and chats on that anon button please! and also, don't forget reblogs are truly appreciated

© VETTELSVEE (2024). please, do not steal, copy or translate my works. thanks for reading!

“Rose Benson, for The Times. A question for all three drivers: it’s just 102 days until we’re in Australia. What are your plans now between… What are you gonna be doing over the winter break? 

“What are your plans?”

Everyone in the room was no surprised by Seb’s answer. Laughter started to fill the room, spreading quickly except for two people: Britta and you. You noticed her gaze piercing your husband, as if she were mentally scolding him, like every time she did when he messed up. You, however, just looked at him with a look of disappointment.

She was unsure about what she had just heard, you knew it perfectly.

Seb face immediately turned pale, as if he knew he shouldn’t have said that. As Seb’s not also wife, but also race engineer, you were used to this kind of behaviour and jokes, but today… it just hit different. 

“Seemed to be counting the days,” he continued while starting to laugh a bit nervous. “Can’t wait.”

Max and Lewis, sitting next to him, joined in the laughter, making him laugh even more as the situation seemed to begin to slip out of his control. You were sure that he knew that having you just a few meters away, shaking your head constantly at the same time you whispered something to his PR didn’t bode well. 

“Seb, you go first,” a journalist said. “What are your plans?”

“Uh…”

“Another baby?” Lewis interrupted.

You knew all to well that he tried his best to not tell anything. Apart from your four years old little girl, both of your families, and Britta and Antti, no one knew yet that you couldn’t try for another baby because the baby was already on the way. 

You couldn’t take the risk of sharing the news and then telling people all over the world that you had an abortion, just as happened to you in 2016.

“Uh... well…” Seb stammered, not knowing what else to say. “Quickly done.”

Even though you were caught up in the laughter around you, you couldn’t control your growing nervousness, as well as your husband, and it kept getting worse every time you glanced at him. You crossed your arms, almost falling off your chair, and decided to rest your head on Britta's shoulder. You tried your best not to fall asleep, but the yawns continued leaving your mouth with no shame at all.

“If you need advice I know how to do it.”

Another mess-up.

Britta was already signaling with her hands to him so he stopped saying nonsense, totally overwhelmed not because she wasn’t used to it, but because she was maybe too worried about you. You straightened up as soon as you heard that, and instinctively placed your hands on your barely noticeable belly, thanking yourself for having decided to start wearing clothes a couple of sizes larger than usual.

“Keep pushing,” Max blurted out, immediately drinking from his bottle.

“Well... I don't know how long you two want to stay on free practice sessions, but... if you want…”

“I like free practice,” the Dutchman commented. “I'd rather stay there for now.”

Lewis and Max kept talking to him, but you knew he was trying his best to go along with the conversation.

After what felt like an eternity, the press conference ended. Everyone started to get up and scatter around the room, probably to chat with each other. The season was over, and they wanted to do the usual: say goodbye and wish each other a good winter break. Seb  did the same, with the difference that he headed straight towards you.

You were still sat, eyes fixed on the floor while you fidgeted with your fingers nervously, tears streaming down your cheeks.

You felt like a complete idiot because, even though he hadn't meant any harm and your really knew that, he should have thought before speaking because he knew all too well that you usually got overly sensitive. You had been through a pregnancy together before, and although it was a vast world full of unknowns, certain patterns did repeat.

The constant desire for sex and the hormonal ups and downs you suffered were the most obvious.

Slowly, he approached you and, with utmost care, knelt beside you, placing a hand on your thigh. You didn't pull away as you usually did when she was mad at him, and you saw in his eyes that he wasn’t expecting you to react that way.

“I'm sorry if what I said made you uncomfortable, especially that baby talk. The last thing I wanted to do was to upset you but I ended up messing up, like always.”

You lifted her gaze, meeting his. He knew you were not exactly sad, but a bit disappointed at the thought that someone might have discovered the pregnancy you were trying so hard to keep secret.

“I swear I hate you right now, Sebastian Vettel,” you said, being completely honest and letting the hormones act for you. “You made me feel so bad, I swear, but…”

Your words came out broken, and tried your best to keep your cool.

He knew you stopped talking because your eyes welled up more than usual: you were on the verge of breaking down but didn't want to do it in public. He leaned his forehead against yours, your faces almost touching.

“I never wanted to make you feel this way, my love,” he whispered. “You, alongside our girl, are the most important people to me, and you know that perfectly well,” you nodded, though he knew you doubted it. “You don't know how much I regret not taking care of my words…”

You looked at him, perhaps trying to find the obvious honesty behind his words. You knew he was being completely honest, but once again, your insecurity was consuming you and acting on your behalf.

“Seb, I hate myself right now. Quite a lot, actually,” you revealed in a nearly inaudible whisper. “I hate being pregnant because I feel useless! I'm so bipolar…” you tensed up, though standing and positioning yourself next to him to keep talking without anyone overhearing. “I want to hit you, I want to cry, and at the same time, I want you to take me to the bathrooms and have casual sex like we were teenagers. Do you understand me, sunshine?”

You said that but actually no, he couldn't understand you because he didn't know what it was like to be roughly eight weeks pregnant.

“Y/N, hey, listen to me love,” he said, holding your face in his hands and wiping away your tears. “You don’t have to hate yourself for feeling this way, alright? We’re in this together, and you’re going through a lot of changes. It’s completely normal to feel this way,” he repeated.

You nodded, and even curled your lips into a small smile. You didn’t waste any time and quickly started hugging him and leaving kisses on his right cheek.

But that ended abruptly when you both heard a throat clear behind you.

Britta was standing next to none other than the pink-haired girl who had asked your husband about his winter break plans earlier.

Rose Benson, that Italian journalist who had become one of the best, if not the most prominent, additions to Formula 1 journalism.

“Sebastian, as charming as ever I see…” her words made you cling tightly to Seb’s arm, a bit afraid. Again, your insecurity appeared. “Can I steal you for a few minutes for an exclusive interview?”

Her gaze fell with a hint of disdain on your, as if your were an unnecessary part of the conversation she was trying to have with your husband. Immediately, he wrapped his arm around your waist and started making faces at Britta so she could help him to get rid of that reporter.

As expected, she refused, letting him know he would have to face an interview he didn’t want to do but that it was up to him whether or not he did it. She knew better than anyone what it was like to deal with the media and, especially, with professionals like the one in front of you.

“I’m sorry, Rose. I’m busy.”

“Come on, Sebastian... we’ve known each other for years,” she persisted, getting a bit closer to Seb. “You know it would be an amazing interview... like so many we’ve had.”

You were starting to get upset again. The only thing he did was placing a hand on your belly, and it somehow calmed you, but not for long. 

“Benson, I’m serious. The only conversation I want to have right now is the one I was having with my wife,” he said, calmly rubbing your back.

“You’re disappointing me, Vettel,” she snapped, leaving you both in shock. WYou’re missing out a wonderful opportunity to be interviewed, in private, with someone like me.”

After hearing that, tears once again covered your face. You took a few steps back, slight pushing him and positioned yourself next to Britta, who didn’t know what to do other than wrap her arms around you while Seb was still watching the reporter start scribbling something on a piece of paper.

“Here’s my phone number, Seb,” she said in an overly suggestive tone as she handed him the piece of paper, which he took. “Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider? We could find a more private place, and…”

As she got dangerously closer to him, Seb kept your eyes on you.

You hated how polite he was even though people acted in such a stupid way. 

“Rose, I’m sorry, but that’s not going to happen,” you said again. “My answer, once again, is no.”

“Have you never wanted to explore curves other than those on the circuit?”

“Why are you such a fucking bitch?! The only curves he explores off the circuit are mine!”

The woman’s insinuations had pushed you over the edge. Several people were already looking at you, and you’d swear some were even taking pictures or videos, so it wouldn’t surprise you if you went viral on Twitter that night.

Benson didn’t know what to say or do after your insult, except to end the closeness she had created by moving away from your husband as much as possible, trying not to arouse suspicion from the onlookers.

“Y/N, I think it’s best if we go get some air, what do you think?” Britta suggested you.

“No, I don’t want to go get some air, Britta!” you shouted again, breaking free from Roeske’s careful grasp. You were worried about you getting this upset, but you didn’t care at all. This wasn’t good for the pregnancy. “I want to tell this stupid journalist to learn to do her damn job properly and stop meddling in marriages!”

“Excuse me? Are you calling me a cheater?” she retorted, clearly offended. “You need to learn to control what you say, dear. You’re going to get yourself into more trouble if you keep this up.”

You were getting more nervous than hearing Seb during the press conference, you’d swear.

“Yes, you!” you snapped, moving further away as Britta tried to take you out. She must have noticed how pale you had gone. “Do you think Seb doesn’t have a girlfriend? Well, surprise! He married me last June and we’ve been together for nearly seven years, and we have a daughter, and...!”

The index finger on Seb’s lips was what made you stop from revealing your third pregnancy or who knows what else. Your expression revealed him that, although he had done the best to make you shout, at that moment you only wanted to kill him.

Britta began to guide you more quickly towards the door to get out of there, but your words still could be heard despite the distance with a frustration that was more than obvious. There was a point in your life when you started saying what you wanted, fought for what you believed was not fair, and you stopped being intimidated or afraid of anything or anyone.

That’s what probably made Seb fall in love with you more and more every day, even he actually thought it would be impossible.

When you finally left, Britta handed you a bottle of water and started to calm you down, but you just couldn’t relax. Now, you were still nervous and actually worried about what Seb could be saying to that woman. His body expressions, the ones you were seeing from distance, didn’t calm you as much as you thought, and when she handed him a piece of paper you completely lost it and, once again, started crying, leaning on a wall.

A few minutes, later, Seb approached you while you saw Britta leaving you two some space.

“Hey, Y/N, I’m so sorry about what happened there. I should’ve handled it better,” he started, his voice full of concern.

“Seb, it’s not your fault. She was way out of line,” you said, your voice trembling while trying to calm yourself down. 

He pulled you into a tight hug, your body relaxing slightly against his.

“We’ll get through this, together, like we always do,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head, hoping to soothe your nerves.

His gaze meets your tear-filled eyes. Gently, he took your hands and started caressing them with his thumbs, knowing how much it relaxed you in moments of distress like this.

"Thanks for taking care of her for me, Britta," Seb said, turning around to thank your second mother once more for looking after you and sparing you any trouble.

You wanted to say something to him, but as soon as Seb turned his back again you, he got closer and closed the distance between you two, pressing his lips to yours. 

You ended up forcing yourself to pull away not because you might get horny,because you're not used to showing affection in public unless it's a completely special occasion. The world knows you only hold hands lightly or maybe kiss on the cheek, out of respect for your profession and, above all, so that people see you as an engineer and not just a WAG.

Private moments were exclusively yours, and no one beyond your loved ones and yourselves needed to know about them.

"What's that about, Seb?"

You were too surprised, feeling a wave of emotions invading you. 

"The thing with Rose, or the kiss?" he asked innocently.

"Both," you replied shortly, then corrected yourself. "Sorry, it's just that girl made me feel like..."

You couldn’t continue. You put your hands over your face, but Seb pulled them away. There was no need for you to hide from him: he knew how you felt, and all he wanted in those moments was calming you and making you aware that there was no need for you to feel ashamed about anything.

"I only want you, Y/N," he brought you even closer and started touching your belly again, but now with more discretion. "In this, and a thousand more universes, and beyond life, whatever it is, and no matter what happens, I will always love only you. Just you, Y/N."

"Do you really love me? Even though I'm fat and ugly like I am now?" you wanted to know, doubting yourself as you focused on looking at your body up and down.

He chuckled softly at your comment. You weren’t not fat: your belly was just a slightly bigger than usual despite being in the first trimester because of your natural anatomy. 

"You're neither fat nor ugly, darling, but it's normal to feel that way," he comforted you. "You're experiencing changes, so don't overthink, Y/N. You’re a superhero: you’re creating a whole baby in there"

"But I just... I feel like a bomb of emotions. I feel so... so stupid and contradicting myself all the time..."

"It's the hormones," he interrupted you. "Don't press yourself for feeling that way. Do you remember when you were pregnant with Emily?"

Before he could say anything else, he made sure that, aside from Britta, you were alone in the hallway. Seeing that no one else was around, he kneeled down and brought his face to your belly. He placed both hands on either side and started kissing it, causing you laugh.

"Hello, my little girl. How are you doing? There's a long way to go, but mom and I are so excited to meet you, as well as your big sister, who really wants you to be born just to play with you."

You know the baby couldn’t hear you, but you felt so happy Seb was trying his best to make you a little happier.

"Stop, sunshine," you started saying, taking his arms to make him stand up. "Seb, seriously, get up. They're going to catch us!"

There was no one around, and he even double-checked to make sure. However, he decided to listen to you to avoid making you more nervous. At the same time, Britta nodded for you both to follow her. Seb took your hand and followed her steps.

"Seb..." you started speaking with some doubt.

"What is it, love?"

"Why did you say my little girl before?”

He turned hid head towards you. He saw you blushing and looking a little lost.

"Because I know it's going to be another girl," he confessed to you, leaving you a bit puzzled. "I don't know why, but it seems, and I truly believe, that making girls is our specialty."

"I think it's going to be a boy, but it makes sense: the other baby was also a girl..."

You forced yourself to stop talking. You didn’t usually talk about the miscarriage you had about two years ago, at sixteen weeks pregnant, and although you had made great progress after nearly making an irreversible mistake, it still hurted.

They say you learn from mistakes, but if you had seen the clear signs of the person who ruined your lives and had taken measures much earlier, things would have been very different.

"How about we make a bet?" he commented, trying to change the subject while now wrapping his arm around your waist. "If it's a boy, I'll take you on vacation wherever you want."

"And if it's a girl, like you say?" you wanted to know.

"Then I'll take you to dinner at your favourite restaurant. The one you always want me to take you whenever we go visit your family."

You looked at him strangely, knowing perfectly well that what he said wasn’t really a bet; in fact, it's anything but a bet. Adding to that, his voice sounded so calm that it might have surprised you with his passivity.

Britta and Antti look at you both as Seb helped you to enter the car, as if they wanted to know what you were talking about. You look that he shook his head at them and immediately started laughing.

"And what are you laughing at now, Sebastian?" you snapped at him again as he sat next to Britta. "Are you trying to mess with me, or what?"

"What's wrong with her? Is she okay?"

The whispers from his training coach, who clearly wanted toknow what was going on without appearing nosy, made him laugh even more. He didn’t even answer him and directly looked at you:

"Start thinking if you want to go to Cadiz or Mallorca, and if you prefer a McDonald's burger with pickles and ice cream with ketchup and fries or your aunt's wiener schnitzel."

Your eyes lighted up with excitement. You knew that he was making you decide, but in the end he’ll do all of that, and more, for you. Seb was the best partner ever and took care of you amazingly, especially when you were pregnant or struggling with your mental health. 

"I hate that you know me so well, Seb," you ended up saying, taking some candies from Britta's hand. "But I'm sure you don't know what's on my mind right now."

Of course he did, he knew you too well. You were just being horny, and your face showed.

"Y/N, I really appreciate you all," Roeske began to say as she looked at both of you, "but please: stop acting like you know what in front of us. Can’t you contain yourselves for ten minutes and then do whatever you want when you’re alone in your hotel room? Really, I’ll take care of Emily and I'll even stay all night listening to loud music on my headphones so I don't have to hear you moan all the time. Agree? But please: behave, kids."

[deanwinchestersbabygirll]

wishful thinking

-warnings// angst, mentions of smut but no real descriptions

lil summery// Sam has a little crush on deans girlfriend a just little sad

Dean x reader... with a little Sam x reader (just a lil bit)

word count// 3450

(Gif from pinterest)

You groaned as the light came through the window blinds, rolling over to hide in your boyfriends warm chest, Dean chuckled running his hand up and down your bare back "not ready to wake up gorgeous?" He asked kissing the top of your head "no. My plans revolve around staying in bed with my pretty sexy, and very nude boyfriend" you mumbled against his chest, dragging your hand down his chest and down his stomach

You jumped back when you heard a loud knock on the door "are you two almost ready? There was another attack last night" Sam called through the door, "Just taking a shower then we'll be out Sammy" Dean yelled back, you looked up at him confused "baby we showered last night" Dean chuckled, rolling on top of you, he smirked down at you, his amulet hanging down his neck "yeah but I just bought us some more time" Dean flirted as he pressed kisses down your neck, already making your eyes roll.

Sam leaned against the impala, growing more and more impatient as the time moved on, with a final sigh of annoyance he went back to Dean and your shared motel room, "Dean I've been waiting almost an hour dude serio-" Sam started to yell but was quickly cut off by the door opening revealing you dressed only in deans long red flannel, your cheeks red and your hair a mess "I'm sorry Sammy, we'll be right out in two minutes, I swear" you told him quickly shutting the door in the stunned Winchesters face 

Sam was in awe of you, ever since you and Dean came to get him from Stanford four years ago he knew there was something about you that just warmed his heart, how kind you were to him and when Jess passed, you let him cry in your arms many nights after, how beautiful you were, how smart you were, you were like a walking encyclopaedia. He knew how wrong it was, having a crush on Deans girlfriend. he just couldn't help himself 

Every day was an internal battle for Sam, he wanted you, he wanted you more than he's ever wanted anything, but he sees how much his brother loves you, and that's what kills him even more, he would never want to hurt his brother. He just couldn't help himself, especially when he heard your moans through every crappy motel walls, hell he's even walked in on you both going at it  more times than he'd ever like to admit, you would think after the eitgth time Dean would learn to lock his damn door.

It definitely didn't help Sam keep himself composed when he was popping boners left and right with the images of you after being fucked, even if wasn't by him flash through his mind constantly.

"Alright, give us the run down Sammy" dean said as he drove away from the red room motel Sam stayed quiet as he tried to avoid looking at you sitting in the back seat "Sammy!" Dean called loudly snapping his fingers in his face startling the seasoned hunter "w-what?" He stuttered out confused "gives us the run down... are you feeling good, not like you to be so out of it man" dean turned to look at him quickly worry evident in his voice 

"Yeah fine just tired. didn't sleep great"  Sam mumbled out tucking his growing hair behind his ears "you sure sweetie? you look a little pale, maybe your coming down with something. c'mere let me check your temperature" you said leaning into the front to feel his forehead "w-what no no I'm fine not sick I'm just tired so just drop it and leave me the hell alone!" Sam said flinching away defensively, if you touched him right now he was definitely gonna go crazy 

Dean turned to give Sam a hard look "watch it Sam, she was only trying to help you, no need to bite her damn head off!" Sam snorted "whatever" he pushed himself as close to the passenger side ignoring his brother for the rest of the ride his eyes stared hard out at the road as he tried to focus on the hunt... and not how good your breasts look in that shirt .

Dean looked at Sam then gave you a concerned look matching your own in the rear view mirror. 

When you got to the Swanson house you both  decided to let Sam take the lead in questioning considering he didn't give you any details on the death, what he suspected, could be demon, ghost... literally anything at this point.

"Any idea what's up with Sam?" You asked Dean watching as Sam spoke to the victims heartbroken husband, Dean sighed his eyes narrowed at his little brother trying to figure out what's going on in his head "not a clue but I'll talk to him about it" dean grumbled out squinting his eyes at his younger brother.

It was a quiet drive back to the motel , Sam was laser focused on watching the blurs of houses and cars, you couldn't help yourself but looking at him worried, you were sure he could feel your eyes burning a hole into the back of his head. Even if he did feel it he never let on, never acknowledged you or dean were in the car too.

Once Dean parked baby Sam was rushing out toward his motel room. Dean slammed the car door annoyed before turning to look at you his hard eyes softening "I'm gonna talk to Sammy see if I can get him to talk about wheatever the hells bothering him" dean told you before planting a soft kiss on your lips "okay baby, I'm gonna take a walk and go grab us some snacks and beer, hopefully Sammy opens up to you" you wrapped your arms around deans neck, his own on your hips as he had you pinned tight against the impala

Dean shook his head pulling baby's keys out of his pocket "your not walking anywhere sweetheart, I trust you'll take care of my baby, and my baby will take care of my sweetheart" dean joked making you giggle, your cheeks heating up as you licked your lips "you Dean Winchester are a man of many surprises... and I quite like that about you" dean caught your lips once again in a soft kiss his tongue slipping into wrestle with your own before giving your ass a hard smack. You gasped and pulled away your body feeling hot at his actions 

You put your hands on deans chest lightly pushing him away from you "alright I better go, good luck talking to Sam" dean shook his head his green eyes turned to look at Sam's closed motel room door sighing "yeah I'm gonna need it". 

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Your nerves were all over the place as you walked around the small corner store. You hated when Sam and Dean would fight, on one hand, Dean is your boyfriend you can't help but take his side most of the time, but Sam was your best friend. It just put you in such a shitty position until the boys eventually swept it under the rug. You grabbed a bunch of snacks because you knew Dean was an angry eater and he usually stuffed his face with liquorice and chocolate after any arguments, or if you were having make up sex and dean was still a little mad he'd eat something else...

You opened the door to your motel room so see Dean pacing the floor his hands running through his hair, clearly he was frustrated and seemed pretty anxious "how'd it go sweetie?" You asked him setting the bag of goods and beer on the table "I- uh- fi-fine yeah I guess" dean stuttered out as his pacing continued "dean what's wrong? Is it bad- oh my god please sit down your freaking me out!" You snapped grabbing deans arms stopping him from moving any further "it's nothing I just... look you know how much I care about you. Id do anything for you no matter what it was, I just when you talk to Sam please remember that" dean told you his hands coming to rest on the sides of your face his worried eyes staring into your own

"Wha- talk to Sam? Dean what's going on why do I need to talk to Sam?" You were freaking out why the hell was Dean Winchester, the man who hides what he feels on the daily pouring his heart out to you now of all times. Dean leaned in catching your lips in a slow sensual kiss, pulling away to rest his forehead against your own "I promise everything will make sense if you talk to Sam" Dean whispered "okay let's go" dean shook his head immediately "I don't think I should be around Sammy right now I'll wait for you here" okay now you were officially freaking the fuck out

You nodded slowly and headed out to towards Sam's motel room next door. You stared at the red door taking a couple of deep worried breaths before knocking. It took three seconds after the last knock until the younger Winchester was opening the door his cheek looking slightly swollen "hey... come on in" Sam said moving to the side to allow you in "hey... so what's going on? Dean seemed pretty upset" you told him, Sam sighed and ran his hands down his face his eyes closed tight "it's stupid. It's so stupid I just don't know what to do anymore I've been... fuck this is hard-" "Sam! Spit it out please!" You yelled cutting off his rambling 

"....Y/N, I think I'm in love with you" once the words left Sam's lips your whole body froze. You felt like the air was sucked right out of you. "You what?" You asked "I think I'm in love with you... it started a couple of years ag-" "Years! what the fuck do you mean years Sam? How many?" You cut him off "i- I lost Jess and then you... you were there for me and it just kinda escalated from there. Look I don't want to feel like this. I don't want to be in love with my brothers girlfriend, I've felt like the worst person in the damn world every day because of this... I just I can't help it" Sam confessed

"Sam Jess passed four years ago. Are you telling me you've had feelings for me since then?" You asked him calmly and he nodded quickly "honey I don't think your in love with me. I think you went through an extremely traumatic experience with Jess and me being there for you every day. I think your confusing the feelings you had for jess to me. Sam, I love you because your my best friend... and I'm with dean and I haven't even told him yet but I love him Sammy..." you told him and Sam took a deep breath "I uh i guess I never thought about it like that. I think your right I'm confusing my feelings I had for Jess to you" Sam agreed making you relax 

"I'm sorry I sprung all this on you and Dean today. When you put it like that it makes sense... I mean Jess was the love of my life… I even had a ring. Before you and Dean came to Stanford I had it all planned out, then it was taken away from me in the blink of an eye... and dean still has you-" Sam paused taking a shaky breath "I guess I'm just jealous of you guys, of what you have with each other. I've never seen Dean love someone so much and that's why me feeling like this bothered me so much because I want my brother to be happy and I want my best friend to be happy too" Sam ended his speech and you had tears falling down your cheeks feeling your heart break at his words

"Sammy I'm so sorry about what happened with Jess. You deserved to have the happy life you always wanted with her" Sam nodded his eyes filling with tears he sucked in a harsh breath of air "yeah.... I miss her every day. I just... I want what I had with her back- I want Jess back, I see you and Dean and I want that. Jesus I fucking had that. Life deals me the crappy hand of yellow eyes and Jess has to pay for it?" Your cheeks were wet with tears, you couldn't help but bawl at Sam's words. Life had been so cruel to the Winchesters 

"I know honey... I know. It's not fair, I know you feel like Jess was the one for you but sam, I only met her once and I seen how much she loved you. She would want you to get out there and find the girl your meant to spend your life with, it's not me, but she's out there... she's just waiting for you to find her" you smiled taking his big hand in yours and giving it a comforting squeeze. Sam nodded slowly 

"I really i appreciate that Y/N, I'm glad this crap got brought out. Talking to you has really made me feel a lot better about this so thanks, I uh do you mind giving me some time just to think. I kinda want to be by myself now" Sam told you and you nodded heading towards the door, Turing to take one last look at the sad giant "we're right next door if you need anything at all, okay Sammy?" His lips curled in a soft smile and he gave you a quick nod.

Once the door was a shut you leaned against it your hand going to your chest as you took a deep breath, hunting gouls was easier than that damn conversation. Your heart was beating like crazy thinking back on every word, Sam thought he was in love you, I mean of course he wasn't. He was in love with the idea of you... of love that's what he wanted.

You squeezed your eyes shut to calm down before going back to your and Deans room. You opened the door to find Dean sat at the edge of the double bed, his head facing the ground as his hands ran through his hair “Dean?” You called to him. His head snapped towards you his feet moving faster than the rest of his body as he stunned his way toward you “Y/N…. H-how’d it go? Did you-” “talk to Sam… yeah we had a long talk. I think everything’s gonna be just fine now” you told him 

Deans shoulders visibly relaxed, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you into a hug “thank god… thought I was gonna have to kick his ass” dean joked but you thought back to Sam’s swollen cheek. You pulled back from the hug and gave dean a hard look “Dean Winchester… did you punch your brother because of me?” 

Dean shook his head quickly “no of course not… I punched him because he told me he wanted to be with my girlfriend, maybe had he phrased it better to me I wouldn’t have lost my temper but if someone tells me they want to be with my girlfriend and they’re in love with her… I’m gonna loose my shit” you tried to hide the small smirk from your face by leaning in to give dean a hard kiss on his soft lips “that’s really sweet baby. Please don’t fight with Sam because of me, seriously we had a really good conversation tonight” 

Dean noodles slowly “can you tell me what you talked about?” You smiled and sat down on the bed and pulling Dean with you so you were both laying down on the hard mattress “well he told me he was in love with me-” deans arm around your waist grew tense as he pulled you closer so your head was resting against his chest  “but we talked about things and we got to talking about Jess and-” you paused taking a deep breath and looking up at dean to find him already looking at you 

“Sam is still hurting over Jess. He was confusing his love for Jess to love for me, thats all, he’s not In love me. He’s in love with the idea of love because he had that, then he lost it in the blink of an eye and then he sees us together. He just needs some time and he needs us to help him get back out there find a distraction, hey maybe even find the love of his life like m-” you stopped yourself quickly, Dean opened his mouth to say something but you quickly jumped back in

“We should take him out tomorrow, there’s a bar down the block. I saw it when we were driving earlier, it looks like it could be fun, what do ya say?” Deans eyes crinkled as he smiled lovingly at you. He loved how much you looked out for Sammy, it’s part of what made him fall in love with you. “I’m down, any time I get to spend with you I am down for it” dean told you taking your hand in his placing a soft kiss to it “how about we crack open those beers over there eat some junk food and watch a little Dr sexy?” Dean suggested. You smiled and nodded your head “i love that idea” you leaned up to give him a quick kiss before he grabbed the goods.

You were hours into the doctor sexy marathon you and dean had unintentionally started. Deans arm hung loosely around your waist while you cuddled comfortably into his warm side, your leg wrapped loosely around deans hips. You looked up to see deans green eyes lolling to sleep slowly, still somewhat awake “dean?” You whispered, his eyes opened quickly and he let out a low “yeah?” And turned his gaze to you “why were you so nervous earlier? Before I went to Sam’s room?” He sighed his body tensing slightly under you “I just… I hated the idea of you talking to Sam about his little crush on you because well, your my girl… and I love you” dean rushed out the end and your head snapped up 

“You what?” You asked your chest suddenly feeling tighter like your heart was about to explode “i love you sweetheart” dean told you more clearly this time. A smile immediately overcame your face as you rushed down to press a hard kiss on deans lips. Dean responded right away, his hands wrapping around your hips to pull you on top of him… well more than you already were

You pulled back slightly from the kiss pressing your forehead against his “I love you too Dean Winchester, so fucking much baby” you giggled your lips brushing against his in each movement. Dean pulled you back into another deep kiss his big rough hands squeezed your ass before moving up your waist to pull your shirt off leaving you in your black lacy bra. Your squealed into deans mouth when he ripped your bra in half, pulling the ruined fabric off off your arms baring your breasts to him. Deans lips detached from your swollen ones, he attacked you chest immediately placing kissing app over your chest, sucking love marks all over you, especially on your sweet spot to mark his territory.

Sam who was in the next room slammed a pillow over his head to drown out your screams of pleasure, Sam lied to you earlier, he meant it when he said he was in love with you. But when he saw your panic and how you talked about your one for his brother he panicked and wanted to take each word back, that’s why when you mentioned it being confusion over his love for Jess he jumped at it. He would never do anything to hurt you or dean he loved you both way to much to ever even  think about doing that to either of you, that’s why he was just going to have to swallow his feelings and curse chuck for not having you both meet first. He wished every damn night that he met you before dean, constantly living in guilt Sam knew he had to take his feelings for you and bury them deep inside of him, a life with you was just wishful thinking for the younger Winchester. 

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ALL MY OWN WORK I DO NOT GIVE CONSENT TO COPY OR PUBLISH ON OTHER SITES , I.E WATTPAD, ETC, WITHOUT MESSAGING TO ASK FIRST

next to be written is Sam Winchester, hero part 2, this was requested and I'm hoping to get it published soon, until then please enjoy :))

[padfootagain]

Only an Almost (XIV)

Chapter 14: Heartbreak

Hi! Here comes a new chapter!

Alright, buckle up! We’re up for a wild ride! We are reaching the heights of the angsty mess, from this chapter all the way to chapter 17. Is our girl going to be an asshole? Yes, I’m afraid she’s about to fuck up big time...

Apologies for all the damage that is about to be made in this chapter.

It’s also the first chapter I wrote for this fic! It all started with this mess…

I hope you’ll like this chapter! Please, tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Hozier x fem!reader, friends with benefits AU

Warning: No explicit smut or nsfw content, but there are sexual themes and heavy make-out sessions (it’s a friends with benefits AU, I can’t really escape it), so 18+ only!

Summary: Andrew has been in love with you for years, and yet he has never confessed his feelings. But a night out celebrating the engagement of his best friend changes everything. However, you don't seem ready to be with him just yet. You make him an offer that he can't refuse... but will certainly regret.

Word Count : 3450

Masterlist for the series – Hozier’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

It was 11pm, which was early for a night owl such as Andrew, but late for his friends. Neither Sam nor Daphne were nocturnal creatures, and so Andrew answered his phone in a hurry when Sam’s name appeared on the screen. Something had to be wrong. He suddenly wondered where he had put his car keys, in case he needed to leave in a hurry.

“Hello? Andy? It’s me. It’s Sam.”

“Yeah, I know, are you alright?” he asked with worry making his voice deeper than usual, pausing the tv-show he was watching, lounging on his comfortable sofa.

“Yeah, yeah…”

“It’s 11pm, is there something wrong? Is Daphne okay?”

“What? Oh, no! Don’t worry, we’re both fine!”

Andrew heaved a relieved sigh.

“God, don’t scare the shit out of me like that ever again…”

“Did I wake you? I thought you never went to sleep before dawn.”

“Vampires tend to do that indeed.”

“Whose blood did you drink this week?”

Andrew wanted to answer, but he heard Daphne pestering Sam about not having much time, and he merely frowned instead.

“Right… sorry, darling…” Sam mumbled through the phone. “Are you alone, Andy?”

“Erm… yes…?”

“Okay, erm… it’s… it’s about Y/N.”

Andrew sat straighter this time.

“Y/N? Is she okay? Did something happen?”

“No, no… I mean… she’s fine, but…”

“For fuck’s sake, Sam! Spit it out! What’s going on?”

“Look I… I know that you said that I couldn’t tell Daphne about you and Y/N… but Y/N told her, so we’ve talked about you two together…”

Andrew rolled his eyes, lying back down, resting his head on the armrest of the couch.

“It’s alright, Sam… I knew you’d break it to her sooner or later anyway.”

“No, Andy… look… have you talked to Y/N lately?”

Andrew frowned.

“Erm… I don’t know… about… three days ago. Why?”

“I think you should talk to her.”

“Why? Sam, what is it?”

There was a short silence, while the couple exchanged a glance, no doubt.

“Daphne thinks she might take a terrible decision,” Sam answered.

“What kind of decision? What are you talking about?”

Andrew was growing annoyed at this game of riddles. If something was wrong, he ought to know what it was…

But even if he insisted some more, Sam refused to speak.

“Just… call her, and tell her you love her. Tell her to choose you.”

“’Choose’ me? What do you mean?”

“Just… do it tomorrow, will you?”

“Alright, alright. I’ll call her tomorrow.”

“Good… good…”

When he hung up, Andrew stared at the ceiling for a while.

Choose me?

Andrew didn’t need to call you the next day. You were the one to call, and ask him if he was free tonight. You didn’t offer an activity, like you usually would: a movie on Netflix, the cinema, a walk, going to the beach, eating together… There was little ambiguity to the reason behind your demand, and Andrew wasn’t sure whether he was flattered or vexed by it.

He warned you that he wanted to talk to you about something tonight though, and you agreed. You had something to ‘discuss’ with him too. His heart dropped as you spoke those words through the phone. It ought to be some kind of bad news. Or maybe not. Maybe he was reading too much into this, and you meant… to talk about the upcoming wedding, or your job, or… something else entirely. He wondered if you knew that he meant to tell you that he felt more for you than what he had let on.

He parked his car in front of your house, but didn’t climb out just yet. First, he ran through his speech one last time.

I know that you are not looking for a relationship at the moment. But I want more than just sex when it comes to you. To us. Our arrangement can’t go on like this. Again, I understand that you are not in a position now where you want to be in a relationship. And that’s okay. If you tell me that you could give us a chance, I will wait for you. I’ll wait until you’re ready, until your job is more stable and you’ve figured things out in your life. I’ll wait until you want a relationship with me. I have feelings for you, feelings that go beyond a casual fling. And that’s the reason why I’m asking you now to give me a chance. To give us a proper chance…

No l-word yet, you might freak out if he used it. But this speech seemed good enough. Short, to the point. He had written six versions of it this morning.

He took a deep breath, before finally climbing out of his car and walking up to your house.

You were quick to unlock your door and welcome him in. You looked lovely tonight. But then, you were always beautiful…

You went through some meaningless chit-chat while Andrew took off his coat and shoes and followed you down the hall to your kitchen.

You offered him tea without asking if he wanted one. It was late afternoon, but not quite dinner time yet. He could have used some alcohol, but it would have been impolite to ask for some, so he thanked you when you handed him his favourite mug with two teabags plunged in warm water. He leaned against your kitchen counter, his back to your tiny window and your sink while you were facing him, a couple of steps away.

“You… you wanted us to talk about something,” Andrew reminded you, taking a sip of the warm beverage. “And I wanted to talk to you too, so… who should start?”

You were growing nervous, the signs were obvious. In your modern kitchen, there was a window above the sink that let in some golden light. The photons embraced your form, in a way that made Andrew’s heart skip a few beats.

You pushed back some hair behind your ear, pulled on the sleeves of your jumper. Andrew frowned at the sight.

“You’re alright? I can start…”

“No, I… I reckon I should start.”

“Okay.”

He was nervous beyond reason and measure. Andrew dried his clammy palms on his jeans, tried to breathe deeply through his nose, but his heart kept on pounding and his stomach was turning into knots…

You stared at each other for a moment, him expectant and you hesitant. He raised an eyebrow as a silent encouragement for you to speak, but you merely bit on your lower lip.

But then you heaved a sigh, crossed the distance between your bodies in a hurry. Andrew barely had time to blink, and you had grabbed him by the collar, pulling him down to you while you rose to your tiptoes so you could slam your lips to his. But kissing you was a habit by now, and a delicious one too. Andrew’s body was reacting on instinct as he kissed you back, messy and passionate and breathtaking. Your teeth bumped into his in your passion, but he didn’t mind. It was easy to deepen the kiss instead, cradle your face in his hands while you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, closer, always closer.

You were making his brain short-circuit, despite the important talk he wanted to have with you. You were everywhere, blurring his senses, making all traces of reason disappear…

Only when he felt your fingers travel down his chest and towards his belt did he stop you, pulling away.

“Wait, wait… stop…”

You immediately took a step back, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“You’re okay?”

“Yeah… yeah… I… look, we… We wanted to talk, like… I think we should, erm, talk before we…”

“Or we can have sex, and talk after that.”

“Is that wise?”

“Do we really need to be wise?”

It was tempting. Too tempting to resist. God, he couldn’t think about anything else but your lips, how inviting they looked, how he wanted to kiss your neck too, he could feel his fingers tickle at the thought of touching all these places of your body, entire landscapes of bare skin…

He blinked a couple of times, struggled to swallow, trying to calm down. But blood was pulsing in his ears, and when he tried to remember his carefully-crafted speech, he couldn’t remember a word…

Fuck all of this…

“Alright,” he nodded. “But we talk tonight… cause it’s important…”

“Deal. Deal. Can I kiss you now?”

“Yes… God, yes, please… please, kiss me…”

You were back in his arms in a second, hands in his hair at first, while his travelled along your frame, from chest to hips and arse, feeling your shape through your clothes. You detached your lips from his to take his hand and guide him to your bedroom.

“We should get dressed to talk,” Andrew proposed, his breathing finally settling back into a regular rhythm.

He threw his condom away in the tiny bean next to the door of your bathroom. He grabbed his underwear as he walked back to your bed and handed you your large jumper.

“You’re too beautiful not to be distracting,” he chuckled, only half-joking, while you put on the piece of garment he was giving you.

He noticed how you looked away, how you seemed uncomfortable, all of a sudden. Instead of joining you in bed once more, Andrew sat down on the edge of the mattress, right next to you.

“So… who should begin?” he asked, voice soft and a little timid. “I… like… actually, I think I should…”

“Andy, I… I think you should get dressed.”

He frowned at that remark, or rather… he frowned at the tone you used. Cold and distant, whispered, and your eyes were still fleeing his.

“Why? Am I distracting too?” he asked with a charming smile, forcing a chuckle out. But you didn’t laugh, merely brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear.

Andrew’s nervous smile soon crumbled.

“Right,” he let out in a breath, blushing hard now, heart racing.

He grabbed his undershirt, slowly put it on while trying to swallow back the lump in his throat.

“Look, I… We should talk about… this arrangement of ours…” he started, but you interrupted him, blurting out words he wasn’t expecting so fast he second-guessed if he had heard you right.

“We need to stop sleeping together.”

He was half-bent to grab his pants when you spoke. He froze, looking up at you, cursing at his long hair when it fell before his eyes and hid you away. He stood back up in a jolt.

“What?”

“We… we need to stop this arrangement. Things have changed.”

And all of a sudden there was hope again, brighter than a sun and blinding every bit of reason in him… And he fell for it. No matter the odds, he fell for it, flew straight to it like a moth ready to be burned at the pyre of your flames…

“Right… things have changed for me too. So, actually, I do think that we need to change things between us…”

“I have a date next week.”

He froze again. Stared at you, too stunned to say a thing, too stunned to protest or ask any question or even comprehend what you were saying.

“I… I have a date with a coworker, Maggie. Next week. So… we should stop this… We said we would if we wanted to try something with someone else…”

A date? Next week? Maggie?

You… you wanted to date again… just… not him…

“But… we’ve just had sex,” breathed Andrew.

It sounded stupid and he knew it, and yet these were the only words he could summon now. The first that came to mind, the only protest he could find.

There were too many emotions all at once. It felt… like falling… falling forever… like the ground being stolen from under his feet. He had no air left in his lungs, and he had forgotten how to breathe.

“Yeah… it wasn’t planned. But I… I just… Maybe I shouldn’t have done that…”

His lip trembled, but his cheeks were still dry.

You were regretting him now?

“I think I just… wanted one last moment with you. Before we’d stop and I would date someone else.”

“So… you… you have a date?”

“Yes, I have a date with Maggie.”

“What do you mean, you have a date with Maggie? Who the fuck is Maggie?”

Andrew stared at you as he was about to cry, and he couldn’t help it. He blinked tears away, but they lingered at the edges of his eyes, ready to fall at your words.

“She’s nice. She works at HR, she’s a secretary. She asked me out, and… I don’t know, I said yes. So… I think we should stop this arrangement.”

“Oh…”

At long last, the information was being recorded in his brain. Andrew shook himself back to earth, turned around, fleeing you and your beautiful eyes, hurrying to put his trousers back on. He almost fell in the process, already looking for his shirt. He felt so exposed like this, so vulnerable, so flawed…

You were going on a date… with someone else… because you didn’t want to date him… he was the fucking problem. He was all along…

“I just… it was… good.”

He nodded, but didn’t let out a sound.

He couldn’t look at you. He would start crying if he did. He needed to run away as fast as he could…

“And she’s nice, you know? And… just… easy. Not like, easy to sleep with, but…”

“I understand.”

Of course, he did. Same argument all over again. And he couldn’t blame you, how could he?

But what if he dropped everything? What if he stopped touring? Stopped the whole music thing?

He thought about what you looked like right now, perfect and dishevelled and still gently glowing after the efforts of love-making. Absolutely perfect. Yeah… yeah… You deserved better than him, no matter the touring or the staying…

“Andy… are you angry?”

He didn’t answer. He couldn’t start acknowledging his feelings now. He would start crying if he did.

Where the fuck was his sock?

“I loved the nights we had together,” you went on, apparently unaware of the daggers each of your words planted through his heart, and for the first time in the long years the two of you had known each other, he wanted to stop hearing your voice.

You seemed to need to fill up the silence that Andrew was trying to maintain. Perhaps it was a way to reach out, perhaps it was a way to keep him at bay. He wasn’t certain about that.

“It was nice.”

Where was that fucking sock?!

“Andy?”

He put on his jumper, abandoning the thought of his black sock. He couldn’t lose any more time, he couldn’t breathe properly anymore…

“You’re okay? Can you say something?”

Silence. Only the rubbing of fabric against fabric as Andrew was getting ready to leave. He only had to grab his shoes and jacket in your hallway.

“Andy, wait!”

But he was already outside of your bedroom.

“You can’t be mad at me! We agreed about this, Andy! We agreed that… that… this was nothing but sex! It didn’t mean anything.”

He was blinded by tears when he reached for your doorknob, unlocking the door without seeing the keys he was turning in the lock.

“Andy! Where are you going? Stop! We need to talk about this!”

He shrugged you off when you reached for him.

“Andy!”

But then he was shutting the door behind him, his movement so harsh it shook the doorframe. He hurried to his car while he dried his eyes, refusing to crumble now, in the alley leading to your house.

He drove blindly, unaware of a destination, of a will behind the turns he took and the roads he chose. The words kept ringing in his ears, he couldn’t shut them out, they played on repeat in his busy mind…

This was nothing but sex.

It didn’t mean anything.

Did it not? The way you touched him, the way you kissed him, the way you held him… did it not mean something?!

His hold tightened on the wheel. His jaw clenched until it was painful, until he could hear it.

Nothing. The tenderness in your touch, the fondness in your gaze, the sighs on your lips. The way you held him after it was done, like you needed him to land again gently on the ground, like you held onto a dream before it faded. How you stared into his soul when you connected in the most intimate way possible. How you laughed together until none of you could breathe, how you talked for hours about the most meaningless things and the most intimate parts of your lives. How you let him be yours, how you almost let yourself be his…

Only an almost…

He parked the car before a house he had always called home, and it was only then that he realised where he was. He stared at the familiar door of his parents’ house, the curtains behind the windows, the light that came through them.

So, you had let him love you, and it meant nothing at all?

He turned off the engines, stared at the house for a suspended moment. What would he do now? He couldn’t possibly face you again after this. He was about to lose you for good; because after having a taste of what loving you felt like, he couldn’t go back to being a mere friend. No… no, he wasn’t strong enough for that. For seeing you happy with someone else, knowing that you held him close for a moment only to let him go, because he wasn’t enough.

He picked up his phone, ready to do something stupid, something he would regret the second his thumb would press send. He typed the text under your name.

If I gave up on touring, if I stayed home… would you give me a chance? Would I be enough if I weren’t just a ghost?

He heaved a sigh, resting his head against his seat, head tilted upwards in his exhale. He blinked tears away, staring at the dark ceiling of his car.

Did you really feel nothing now? Did it not hurt at all for you? Not even a little bit? Not at all?

Andrew didn’t press send. He deleted the text, opened the door, climbed out of the car and into the street bathed in an inky darkness and orange streetlights. His feet guided him to the safest place on Earth while he tugged his phone into his pocket. His right foot was hurting in his shoe without a sock on. He didn’t even notice.

It took his mother a moment to open the door, nothing surprising at this hour. She saw him through the glass of the backdoor, and her eyes grew round. Andrew finally noticed he was crying.

The door opened in a hurry, bumping into Raine’s foot in the process.

“Andy? Honey, what’s wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

His lower lip trembled as he stared at his mother, hands digging further into his pockets, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other. His throat was too tight to speak.

“Honey, what’s wrong? Tell me. Tell me what’s wrong?”

She narrowed her eyes a little as she guessed, aiming straight for his heart.

“Is it Y/N?”

He opened his mouth to answer but all that he could let out was a sob. His legs were shaking, he could feel all of his strength leaving his body. He barely registered his own moevements as he bent into his mother’s arms, folding around her frame.

“Oh, Andy… here, it’s alright. It’s gonna be okay, darling. It’s okay. I’m here, I’m here…”

She rubbed his back, in this soothing movement that had never failed to appease him ever since he was a child. His voice was a hoarse whisper when he let out the most painful words he had ever pronounced.

“She doesn’t love me, mom. She doesn’t feel anything… What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do without her?”

She let him cry for a moment longer, his father calling from the living room to know who was at the door. Raine merely answered with her son’s name, and gently pushed him upwards so he would stand straighter again.

“Well, for a start, I’m going to make you a cup of tea, with a lot of honey. And then, we’ll figure out the rest.”

[vixenmulder]

Stay Professional

Summary: Y/N gets injured on a mission, Her secret boyfriend Yord struggles to act normally.

Warnings: Blood, gunshot, battle

Word count: 3450

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Yord and Y/N hunkered down behind the crates as blaster bolts ricocheted off the crates causing them to duck. Y/N glanced at Yord who was taking deep breaths trying to stay calm. They were both Jedi knights and had been on many missions together, but this one was different. They had been tracking a human trafficker who had eluded capture for months. The trafficker stood in the center of the dark warehouse, flanked by his goons who were all armed with blasters.

Y/N leaned over towards Yord and whispered, "Do you know where the other Jedi are?" Yord looked around and pointed to the other side of the warehouse where he could just make out the silhouettes of two Jedi hidden behind another row of crates. "Over there," he said quietly.

Y/N nodded and turned her attention back to the trafficker and his goons. They could hear the trafficker yelling at his men to find them and to shoot to kill. The sound of blaster fire continued to fill the air as the crates they were hiding behind took hit after hit. Y/N took a deep breath and looked at Yord again. "We have to do something," she said urgently.

Yord turned towards the other Jedi and signaled to them to stand and attack all at once. They could use their lightsabers to deflect the blaster fire back at the goons. The other Jedi nodded in agreement. Y/N felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins as they prepared to make their move.

Y/N took a deep breath and steadied herself. She could feel Yord's anticipation through their Force bond. The other Jedi were also getting ready to make their move. The sound of blaster fire was deafening, but Y/N could still hear the trafficker's voice above the noise. "Find them!" he barked. Y/N looked at Yord and nodded. It was time to act. Together, they stood up and ignited their lightsabers.

The bright plasma blades hummed to life, casting a colorful glow in the dimly lit warehouse. The goons all turned to face them, their faces startled. The trafficker, however, sneered at them, his eyes narrowing. "Jedi scum," he spat.

"You're outnumbered," the trafficker said with a sinister smile. His goons raised their blasters, their fingers hovering over the triggers, ready to fire. Y/N could feel the tension in the air as they all stood staring at each other.

Just then, the other Jedi emerged from behind their crates and ignited their lightsabers, their blades flaring to life. The goons looked from Y/N and Yord to the other Jedi, their eyes wide with fear. The trafficker's face contorted in anger, his grip tightening on his own blaster. "Damn you, Jedi!" he growled “FIRE!”

The fight between the Jedi and the goons was quick and brutal. The Jedi were expertly trained and their lightsabers danced through the air, deflecting blasters bolts and striking down the goons with ease. The traffickers were no match. As Y/N fought, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her leg as a blaster bolt hit her. she stumbled, her leg giving way from under her as she fell to the ground.

Yord felt a wave of concern wash over him as he saw Y/N fall. He quickly finished off the last of the goons before rushing to her side. "Y/N, are you okay?" he asked worriedly, kneeling beside her. Y/N winced in pain and shock but managed a small smile. "I'll be fine," she said through gritted teeth.

Yord tried to keep his emotions in check, but it was hard. He could feel the fear and worry bubbling up inside him, but he knew he had to remain professional. He helped Y/N to her feet and looked at her leg, which was bleeding profusely. "We need to get you to a medic," he said urgently.

The other Jedi had gathered around them, their faces showing concern. Yord knew he had to act professional in front of them, so he quickly masked his emotions before turning to address them. "I'll take her to find a medical droid, you search for victims and we can meet back up when we get to the temple.” he said briskly.

The other Jedi nodded in agreement, and Y/N leaned heavily on Yord as they made their way out of the warehouse. Yord kept his arm around her, supporting her as they walked. His mind was racing with worry, but he tried to remain calm as he looked for a medical droid.

Once they were out of sight of the other Jedi, Yord allowed himself to drop the facade of professionalism. He could feel the worry and fear welling up in him again, and he could feel Y/N shaking from the pain of her injury. He tightened his grip on her, his jaw clenching. "Just hold on," he said, his voice strained. "We're nearly there."

They continued making their way down the street, Y/N leaning heavily on Yord's shoulder. He could feel her tremble as she fought to stay upright. Every so often, she would gasp or groan in pain, and Yord's heart clenched each time. They passed by crowds of people, some of whom stole curious glances at them, but Yord didn't pay them any mind. His only focus was on getting Y/N to the doctor as quickly as possible.

They turned down a quieter side street and Yord spotted a small doctors office up ahead. He quicked his pace, practically half-carrying Y/N now. He could hear her breathing becoming labored, and her pain was evident in her expression. “I’m sorry, almost there.” he assured her. They finally reached the office, and Yord quickly ushered Y/N inside.

Yord paid for the medical services and was given access to a medical droid. They were led into a small, sterile room, and Yord carefully lifted Y/N onto the examination table. He winced as he saw the extent of her injury - the blaster bolt had torn through her leg, leaving a gaping wound that was still bleeding heavily.

Once they were alone in the room with the medical droid, Yord allowed himself to relax a bit. The droid started to work on Y/N's injury, its mechanical arms moving quickly and efficiently. Yord stood by Y/N's side, watching anxiously as the droid worked. "How bad is it?" he asked the droid, his voice filled with concern. The droid responded in its monotone voice, "The injury is severe, but treatable."

Yord let out a sigh of relief at the droid's words. "Thank the Force," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. Y/N winced as the droid poked and prodded at her wound. Yord reached out and took her hand, squeezing it gently. "You're going to be okay," he said, trying to sound reassuring.

Yord stood by Y/N's side, running his fingers gently through her hair. She was lying back on the examination table, her face pale and sweaty from the pain. He could feel the tension in her body, but she softened slightly as he stroked her hair. The medical droid continued working, its mechanical arms moving quickly and efficiently. Y/N's grip on Yord's hand tightened as the droid touched a particularly painful spot, and he leaned down to whisper soothingly in her ear. "It's almost over," he murmured.

Finally, the medical droid finished stitching up Y/N's wound and sprayed a disinfectant over it. Yord let out a sigh of relief as he watched the droid withdraw its arms and retreat to a corner of the room. He looked down at Y/N, who was looking tired and pale, but at least the bleeding had stopped. He turned back to the droid. "She should rest and keep the wound clean," the droid said in its monotone voice.

The medical droid finished its work and powered down, its arms retracting and its lights going out. Yord turned his attention back to Y/N, who was taking slow, deep breaths. He could see the exhaustion on her face, and he could only imagine how much pain she had been in. He gently touched her face, brushing a strand of hair away from her forehead. "How are you feeling?" he asked quietly.

Y/N opened her eyes and gave Yord a tired smile. "I'm okay," she said weakly. "Just exhausted." Yord could hear the note of pain in her voice and knew that she was trying to downplay how much pain she was really in. He didn't like it, but he also knew that she was stubborn and would never admit to feeling worse than she let on.

Yord gently brushed his lips against Y/N's forehead, a gesture of reassurance. He then pulled her into a tight hug, careful not to jostle her injured leg. "I was so worried about you," he murmured, burying his face in her hair. He could feel his own heart racing as he held her, the relief at having her safe in his arms overwhelming him.

Yord helped Y/N sit up on the examination table, carefully supporting her weight. She looked weak and pale, and he could see the pain etched on her face. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close against his chest. They sat like that for a moment, just holding each other. Yord could feel the tension in her body slowly begin to loosen as she leaned into him. He rubbed his hand up and down her back, trying to soothe her.

He gently stroked her hair, taking in the softness of it and the familiar scent of her. He could feel her breath against his neck, and the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. For a moment, everything else faded away, and it felt like it was just the two of them in the entire galaxy.

Yord was snapped out of his reverie as the medical droids owner banged on the door, demanding that they vacate the room. Y/N flinched at the noise, her eyes widening in surprise. Yord quickly released her and turned to the door, plastering on a neutral expression. He knew they couldn't let anyone see the closeness between them, it would be too risky. The owner entered the room, looking at them expectantly. "I need the room," he said brusquely.

Yord nodded in acknowledgment and helped Y/N carefully stand up. She winced in pain as she put weight on her injured leg, and Yord had to resist the urge to scoop her up in his arms and carry her out of the room. Instead, he supported her as they made their way out of the room, the medical droid's owner eyeing them suspiciously.

Yord carefully supported Y/N as they made their way back to their ship. She was moving slowly, every step clearly costing her a great deal of pain. Yord kept a steady arm around her, trying to take as much of her weight as he could. They didn't speak as they walked, both lost in their own thoughts. Yord felt a pang of worry in his chest as he glanced down at her. She looked exhausted and pale, but he knew she was too stubborn to complain.

As they approached their ship, Yord could feel the tension in his shoulders ease slightly. The other Jedi had taken a different ship, so it would be just the two of them on the trip home. He quickly helped Y/N inside the ship, settling her into a seat. She leaned back against the seat, closing her eyes as she tried to catch her breath. Yord could see the pain etched on her face, and he knew she was trying to hide how much she was hurting.

Yord quickly set up the ship’s autopilot. He didn't want to spend the entire trip flying when he had higher priorities to attend to. He walked back to where Y/N was sitting and knelt down beside her chair, looking her over with a worried expression.

Yord looked at Y/N, his expression softening as he took in her weary expression. He knew she was exhausted, both physically and mentally. "It's a day's trip back," he said quietly. "I'm going to set up the bed so you can get some rest."

Yord helped Y/N to her feet and led her to the back of the ship where the bedrooms were. He gently settled her onto a small bed, being careful to avoid her injured leg. He then grabbed some cleaner clothes from a nearby locker and cloth and bowl. Yord helped her sit up. He could see the exhaustion in her eyes, and he knew she was struggling to stay awake. He leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. "We should get you changed into clean clothes, and I’ll clean you up" he said quietly. "Then you can rest."

Yord helped Y/N to her feet once again, but she stumbled and winced in pain. He quickly steadied her, his hands wrapping around her waist. "Careful," he said softly, his voice tinged with concern. He helped her over to a chair and sat her down, quickly grabbing some clean clothes from a nearby locker. He helped her out of her dirty, blood-soaked top and next her pants, being careful not to jostle her injured leg.

Yord worked quickly and gently, his hands moving over her body as he cleaned her up. He avoided her injured leg, not wanting to cause her any more pain. He could feel the tension in her body, and he knew she was struggling to hold herself together. He worked in silence, focusing on the task at hand.

As Yord finished cleaning her up, he glanced up at her. She looked pale and exhausted, but her eyes were filled with gratitude. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice quiet and tired. Yord reached out and cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking her skin gently.

Yord's hand lingered on her face for a moment, his thumb tracing the line of her cheekbone. He was torn between wanting to pull her closer and wanting to give her space to rest. But in the end, desire won out, and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her lips.

Yord cupped her chin, tilting her face up towards him as he deepened the kiss. He could feel her lips soften beneath his, her body relaxing slightly in his arms. She let out a soft sigh against his mouth, and he felt a pang of tenderness in his chest.

As the kiss ended, Yord pulled back, and he turned his attention back to helping her dress. He carefully held her injured leg steady as he pulled clean pants up her legs, gently easing them over her foot.

Once the pants were on, Yorg moved on to her top, gently guiding her arms into the sleeves and pulling it down over her body. He deliberately moved slowly, not wanting to cause her any discomfort. His fingers lingered on her skin as he smoothed the fabric down, his touch gentle and soothing.

With her top on, Yord helped her stand up slowly, making sure she was steady on her feet. He kept a firm arm around her waist, keeping her steady. He could feel her body trembling faintly against his, and he knew she was exhausted. He gently guided her over to the bed and helped her sit down carefully, supporting her as she leaned back against the pillows.

Yord tucked the blankets around her, making sure she was comfortable. He could see the exhaustion in her face, and her eyes were already beginning to flutter closed. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, his hand running through her hair. "Get some rest," he murmured.

He turned to leave but Y/Ns hoarse voice stopped him “Don’t leave me…”

Yord froze at the sound of her voice. He could hear the vulnerability in her tone, and it tugged at his heart. He turned back to face her, his expression soft.

"I won't leave you," he assured her quietly. He took a step closer and sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching out to take her hand in his. “Do you want me to come lay with you?” he asked gently.

Y/N nodded.

Yord smiled gently at her nod, his thumb tracing gentle circles on the back of her hand. "Okay." he said softly. "I just need to change out of these clothes first."

He gave her hand a soft squeeze before letting go and standing up. He quickly stripped off his own dirty and bloodied clothes, leaving them in a messy pile on the floor. He then pulled a pair of clean clothes from a nearby locker and began to change into them swiftly.

Y/N watched as Yord stripped off his dirty clothes, her eyes roaming over his bare back appreciatively. As he pulled on the clean clothes, she couldn't help but let out a catcall, a wolf-whistle escaping her lips. Yord scoffed and turned to look at her smirking face.

Even with how exhausted she was she still had a sense humour.

Yord chuckled and shook his head at her playful whistle, a wry smile on his face. "You're not too tired to flirt, I see." he teased, walking back over to the bed and sitting down beside her.

Y/N smiled weakly at his comment, her eyes closing as she leaned back against the pillows. "I'm too tired to move, but never too tired to flirt." she replied dryly, her voice raspy with exhaustion.

Yord chuckled, carefully maneuvering himself onto the bed next to her. Their legs brushed against each others as he settled in beside her, trying to keep his movements gentle to avoid jostling her injured leg. He draped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close against his firm chest.

Y/N burrowed against him, nestling her head against his chest. He could feel her body trembling faintly against his, a reminder of how exhausted she was. She breathed in his comforting scent. He tightened his arm around her, pulling her closer and rubbing his hand over her back in slow, soothing circles.

Yord felt her body begin to relax under his touch, her breathing slowing slightly. He could tell she was close to falling asleep, but she fought it stubbornly.

He continued to rub her back, his fingers tracing gentle patterns over her skin. "You need to rest," he murmured quietly.

Y/N let out a soft sigh and shook her head weakly. "I'm not tired." she mumbled, her words slurred with exhaustion.

Yord chuckled softly and continued rubbing her back. "You're a terrible liar," he teased gently. "You can barely keep your eyes open."

Y/N let out a soft sigh, her body sagging against his. "I know," she mumbled, her voice muffled against his chest. "But I don't want to. It’s so rare we get time together like this.”

Yord's expression softened as he heard her words. He knew she was right, they rarely had chances to spend unhurried moments together like this. Between their busy lives and constant missions, the secrecy of their relationship, they barely had time to catch their breath.

"I know," he said softly, his hand moving up to brush a strand of hair out of her face. "But you need to rest, love. You're exhausted. And you need to heal."

Y/N let out a low grumble at his words, her reluctance to sleep showing in her expression. She snuggled closer to him, burrowing her face into his chest.

Yord chuckled softly and rubbed her back, trying to soothe her. "Shhh, it's okay," he murmured, his voice low and gentle. "Just close your eyes and rest. I'll be right here. I'm not going anywhere."

Y/N let out a long, weary sigh and slowly let her eyes close. "Promise?" she mumbled, her words slurred with sleep.

Yord's lips curled into a small smile as he watched her eyes slip closed. "I promise," he replied softly.

He continued to rub her back, he could feel her body slowly relax. Her breathing slowed, and her body sagged against his, the tension in her muscles finally releasing. He held her close, his hand moved in gentle circles over her skin.

As time passed, his own exhaustion began to catch up with him. His eyelids grew heavy, and his movements grew slower as he fought to stay awake. But eventually, the fatigue became too much, and he succumbed to it, drifting off to sleep beside her.

[2amcheese]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: CC-1010 | Fox, Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars), Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious Additional Tags: Coruscant Guard (Star Wars), Coruscant Guard Troopers Deserve Better (Star Wars), Coruscant Guard Troopers as Family (Star Wars), Torture, Eldritch CC-1010 | Fox, Eldritch Coruscant Guard Troopers (Star Wars), Body Horror, Protective CC-1010 | Fox, CC-1010 | Fox Needs A Hug, rated teen and up for violence Series: Part 1 of The Melt Summary:

The regulation manuals said that reconditioned clones would be sent to the Coruscant Guard. It made sense, of course, even to Fox. Reconditioned troopers were by-the-book obedient, perfect for the Senate, but that same unoriginality stripped them of much skill required on the battlefront. There was a reason, after all, that the clones were allowed to have creativity and thoughts and originality. It made them better soldiers. But if one stepped too far out of line, they’d have that all stripped away, down to the bare bones of a Clone Trooper. Bare bones of a person, stark white and whittled down. Echoed in their shiny armour very few would bother to paint. That had been what the reg manuals said, when Fox had been sent out. But now he was here, at his station, and had been for months, and there were no reinforcements.

 The Guard is being abused. Fox finds a way to stop it.

@foxquinweek day 3 prompt: Fox is haunted

This work is part of a series. The second and third parts have fox/quin, and the fourth if I ever finish it lol

[foxyanon]

Convincingly Human: Part 2

Summary: Tension comes to a head and conversations are had.

Pairing: Sihtric Kjartansson x Dragon Shifter!Reader

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: I don’t think there are any

Word Count: 3450

Note: Look at me dropping fics two days in a row. This ended up being longer than I planned, so I apologize for the lengthy read 😬 also, thank you @legitalicat for your dialogue and helping me get over the snag. Though I fear this became a ton of dialogue in the end 🙃

Part 1

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from The Last Kingdom nor do I own any of the images used.

Dividers by @arcielee and @zaldritzosrose

He woke slowly, feeling pain lance through his body as he became aware of himself and his surroundings. After blinking the sleep from his eyes, Sihtric looked around the room and was more than a little confused. He could feel and see that he laid in a well made bed with furs and bedding more luxurious than he’d ever known, the room decorated lavishly and a large fireplace warming the whole room. There were tapestries and murals on the walls, depictions of stories he’d had never been told and furs draped across sturdy chairs that made up the sitting area of the room. If he didn’t know any better, he’d assume he was in the richest castle in the land, but the walls looked as though they were carved into the rock itself which meant this was no ordinary place.

Memories of the last night flooded his mind; setting up camp, the werewolf attack and most importantly, a dragon coming to his rescue only to morph into the object of his affections. He tried to sit up, only to wince and groan in pain while falling back into the soft mattress. He heard soft footsteps approaching his room before the door swung open gently, a tray laden with food and drink in your hands as you stepped into the room. You looked completely normal, wearing a simple yet elegant dress and looking nothing like the beast he now knew lived within you. Fear and confusion started to take hold of him, but once your eyes met his, he couldn’t muster the courage to speak. You approached slowly, setting the tray on the nightstand and stepping back, giving him some space to collect himself. His eyes said it even if his mouth didn’t, but that little action meant more to him than you would ever know.

The silence as you two stared at the other was thickening with all the unsaid, neither knowing where to start or what to say. Sihtric tried sitting up again and you quickly came to his aid, only for him to flinch at your outstretched hands which caused you to stop and step back, palms up and out to show you mean no harm. It was only after managing to sit up did he realize he wasn’t wearing a tunic and his torso was wrapped tightly, a series of bruises scattered across his skin and likely beneath the bandage. He gave you a questioning look as you avoided his gaze and picked at the sleeves of your dress.

”Your injuries were less extensive than I anticipated, and nothing life threatening. Small cuts and scrapes, a couple broken ribs and mostly bruising. All in all, you are quite lucky to have walked away with the minor injuries you did. I promise I was respectful of your…person while tending to you,” you answered his unasked question, clasping your hands together in a show of nervous energy Sihtric had not come to expect from you.

“How long was I out?” He asked hoarsely, feeling suddenly parched and starving. He looked over at the tray, his stomach grumbling and further driving home this point.

“A little less than a day,” you slowly picked up the tray and set it next to him on the bed, careful not to startle him again.

Sihtric watched you warily until you stepped back once more, then dug into the food eagerly. He kept an eye on you, watching as you stood at the foot of the bed, your posture perfect and hands placed in your lap as you fidgeted with your fingers.

“I know you have questions, and I promise to answer them. For now, eat your dinner and I will return later to check on your injuries,” you said with a nod of your head before swiftly leaving him alone once more.

You returned later as promised with a poultice, more ale and additional cloth in case you needed to change his bandage. He moved to the edge of the bed, allowing you to position him where needed. The pain was dull until he tried to move or breathed too deep, causing him to groan every time you so much as brushed against him. You worked silently and slowly, making sure not to cause any more discomfort for the Dane in front of you.

“Is this your…lair?” He asked in an attempt to break the silence as you rubbed some poultice on the cuts on his back, your hands unnaturally warm compared to the warmth of the room. He flinched a couple times, but made no attempt to stop your work. Frankly, he didn't have the energy to fight right this moment.

You chuckled at that, some of the tension easing from the room and both of you as you answered him. “This is my home, yes. Despite what you may think, I live a relatively normal life.”

He didn’t know what to think if he was being honest. He had a lot of questions, mostly on how it all worked. He vaguely recalls fainting and you catching him, but he isn’t sure how he got here and where here actually is. Not to mention, he’s been out cold for nearly a day and he is worried that during the fight, his horse ran back to Coocham and Uhtred sent out a search party. He rubs his eyes with his fingers before pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to make sense of what he knows and not knowing where to start with the questions.

You sense his conflicting emotions and decide to start telling him everything that happened over the course of the last 18 hours as you continue your work. “I brought you back here after you fainted and bandaged you up. Through sheer luck and the favor of your gods, you were not brutally maimed. After ensuring you were well, I went back and packed up your things from camp. They are all in the chest just over there,” you pointed to a large chest along the wall, the archway to a dressing room not far from it. “Your horse fled and made it back to Coocham, spooked but unharmed. I sent a letter to Uhtred, telling him you were injured in an attack and recovering with me for now. I did not tell all the details of that night, both for your sake and mine.”

A small consolation, considering Sihtric wasn’t sure he believed what all he saw that night. At least that covered all the basic questions, which brought him to the dreaded supernatural ones. “How long have you been…?” He trailed off, not sure how to finish that question without sounding like an ass.

”My entire life,” you answered simply, wiping your hands on a rag before gently running your hands along his side, making sure the bandage was tight enough to hold the broken bones in place and loose enough to not restrict his breathing too much. Sihtric flinched again, though whether it was from just the pain or the sudden feeling of your warm fingers slipping beneath the top of the wrap, he would not say.

Silence stretched between you two once more as Sihtric thought over your answer. He felt a multitude of emotions; embarrassment at his predicament and overwhelmed because he could smell your intoxicating scent again when you were this close to him. He clenched his jaw and tried to take a deep breath to calm himself, only for him to groan when the pain sharpened once more. Eventually you finished checking him over, cleaning up your mess before you looked at him once more.

”I will come back in the morning with more food and ale. For now, you should rest some more,” you words said one thing, but your eyes said another. It was obvious to both of you that there was more to be said, but neither of you knew how to say what you wanted to say. He nodded at you and you left, softly closing the door to his chambers as your footsteps disappeared down the hall. Sihtric fell back against the mattress with a huff, cursing himself for not putting a voice to his thoughts.

You returned the next morning, a tray balanced carefully in your hands as you entered his chambers. He was already up, sitting in a chair by the fire with a fur draped over his shoulders, his eyes following your movements. After setting the tray on the small table beside him, you took the chair beside his, your eyes on the flames in the hearth as he picked at his meal. The crackling fire and the occasional sound of the mug sliding across the silver tray filled the uneasy silence, neither of you wanting to break it but knowing someone had to.

”Why were you out there alone, Sihtric?” You asked, eyes moving from the fire to stare at him questioningly. You had a guess why he might’ve done something so impulsive, but you wanted to believe he wasn’t so dense.

Sihtric swallowed his bite and took a sip of ale before looking into the mug like it held all the answers. He cleared his throat before meeting your gaze, shrugging off the question with a half truth. “I told Uhtred I would look into the rumors of the beasts tormenting travelers along this stretch of road.”

”Do not lie to me, Sihtric Kjartansson. It is unbecoming of you. I ask again; what were you doing alone in the forest?” Your intense gaze pinned him to his seat, and he knew he would cave and spill every secret he ever had if he didn’t look away. Unfortunately, he was never one to back down from a challenge.

“I do not need to answer you, my lady,” he said plainly, not willing to budge just yet.

”You are in my home and I saved your life. I have earned some answers myself,” you challenged back, forearms resting casually on the arms of the chair as you turned in your seat to face him. You felt your eyes wander towards his partially exposed chest, seeing old scars and fresh bruises which brought back your own intense feelings whenever you were around him, especially after that night at the tavern.

Sihtric clenched his jaw, looking away in frustration as you continued to pry, but answered you nonetheless. “I was worried for your safety so I came to check in on you.”

“I told you I would be fine and that nothing out here would harm me,” you retorted.

”Would you truly deny me the peace of mind of ensuring your safety? I did not know about your…condition,” he gestured towards you, the movement causing minor pain but he wasn’t about to let that stop him.

”And what about my peace of mind, hmm? How do you think I felt seeing you attempt to fight off a werewolf of all things and by yourself no less? You could have died, Sihtric! Do you value your life so little that you were willing to do something so foolish and reckless with it?” You snapped back, eyes locked on his own as your own anger rose, the dragon within beginning to stir.

That caused him to pause, because he truly never thought about it that way. Sure he was scared that night, but he never imagined how it would’ve appeared from your point of view. The tension was palpable between you two as he chewed on his response, but nothing came to him. He heard you sigh heavily before you stood, clasping your hands in front of you and looking at him with disappointment and resignation in your eyes.

”Finish your meal and I shall return to check on you later. Should you need anything, I have staff you may ring for,” you turned on your heel and swiftly exited the rooms, leaving a speechless Dane behind.

Later that day, after having managed to put on a tunic and getting lost in the labyrinth of hallways, Sihtric found you in a chamber that he could only call a proper library. There were shelves carved into the stone, lined with books and scrolls, some looking older than anything he’d ever seen before. He was in awe, looking around with wide eyes and his jaw dropped. He heard you chuckle when he stumbled after bumping into a table, some weird painted vase thing nearly falling over before he caught it and placed it gently back in its place.

”I told you I would come check on you. You should be resting, not up and walking around,” you said as you leaned back against the desk on the far side of the wall with an easy smile on your face. The friction from earlier had only lessened slightly, the uneasiness hanging between you two.

”I should return to Coocham and Lord Uhtred,” Sihtric stated flatly, speaking the words he had practiced after you left his chambers. He rubbed his palms against the linen tunic he wore, looking anywhere but you.

Your brows furrowed and smile dropped, arms hanging by your side as you straightened up. “Do not be foolish, you were badly injured and still need to heal. You are in no state to travel, especially right now,” you spoke as you took a few steps towards him, feeling blindsided by his change in demeanor.

”I can handle myself, my lady,” he said, attempting to convince both you and himself.

”You could not fight off a rabbit, let alone any brigand that may be lurking in the trees. It will be months before you have fully recovered, or have you forgotten you broke two rib bones?”

Sihtric grimaces at the mention of his injuries before looking at the ground. “I cannot stay here…”

You clench your jaw and breathe harshly through your nose, before crossing your arms and fixing the stubborn man with an intense gaze. “And why not? I am perfectly capable of ensuring you recover and remain safe. Uhtred is aware of the basic details of that night and has no need of you at this moment. So why could you not stay here?”

He struggles to make eye contact with you, instead looking at the desk and picking at his fingers. “…because of you.”

You have an idea what he means, but you want to give him a chance to explain. “Because of me? Speak plainly, Sihtric.”

”You know what I mean,” he says as he faces you, his eyes showing the conflicting emotions he’s feeling. On one hand, he still has some feelings for you and on the other, he now knows the truth about you and it is a lot.

”Say it. Say what you are thinking. You cannot stay here because of what I am, is that it? Forget that I saved your life, because I am a monster to you. Are you afraid of me now that you know the truth?” You spat out, fists clenched tightly at your sides as you reigned in the fury boiling in your blood.

Sihtric takes a moment to breathe before nodding sharply, confirming your suspicions. “I appreciate that you saved my life, I really do. But I cannot remain here knowing that you are…other than human.”

You laugh mirthlessly, looking at the man incredulously. “And yet that did not stop you from pining for me all these months. Did you think I was blind to your affections? That night at the ale house, I know you caught a whiff of my scent and you craved it. Or did you think I did not hear that little groan of yours?”

He flushes bright red, clenching his hands as the anger burns away any pain he might have felt in this moment. Sihtric doesn’t deny your claims, but he sneers at you all the same. “Whatever my intentions may have been or not have been are irrelevant. When it comes down to it, you are a beast.”

You growl lowly, eyes slowly flitting between slit pupils and your own natural ones as the dragon stirs within once more. “You act as if I have done some horrible thing to you. I brought you into my home, cared for your wounds and fed you. Yet you insult me and for what?”

Sihtric doesn’t flinch at your shifting appearance, instead meeting your gaze despite the little voice in the back of his mind telling him he should just leave. “You hid something from me. I spent months getting to know you and never had the slightest inclination that you were anything but human. You should have told me,” he spoke, thought admittedly he had his own suspicions, but he had brushed them off.

You scoff, crossing your arms and taking a deep breath. “I am bound by the laws of my kind to never share our existence with humans. Even if I had not been, would you have believed me?”

”I would have, my lady. We spent all that time becoming familiar with each other and I thought I knew you. Yet you kept this from me, something that is crucial to who you are. It is unacceptable and you know it.”

”As I said, I am bound by the laws of my kind to never speak of it. I gave an oath, Sihtric, a magical one that I cannot just break. Would you truly have me branded as an oathbreaker just for your sake? You are a Dane and a pagan, you know that a person's vow holds meaning and going back on it is dishonorable,” you said with a heavy sigh, hoping he would understand this from your point of view.

He frowned and crossed his arms gently, starting to feel the exhaustion of this heavy conversation weighing on his injured body. He couldn’t deny the merit of your words, and you were right to keep your word. He sighed and looked down briefly before meeting your gaze once more. “You are right, I had not considered there may be a reason for not telling me. But, could you not have hinted at it?”

You give him a knowing look, your brow raised as you tilted your head. “I think you did know, Sihtric. I know you asked around Coocham about me and we both know what you saw in the ale house. Whether or not you believe me, you know what you have seen.”

”I will not deny it, there were signs. Perhaps I deluded myself into believing you were human…because I wanted you to be,” he said with a sigh of his own, slowly sitting down in a chair across from your desk, feeling drained and the pain slowly making its way back to the surface.

You lean against your desk, hands on either side of you gripping the wooden edge. “Does my being a dragon change everything for you? I am still the same woman you know, there is just a bit more you did not have the opportunity to learn about until now.”

Sihtric looks at you, really looks at you and thinks for a moment. He decides to be honest with you since you have been honest with him thus far. “In truth, my lady, I do not know. This is…a lot to take in.”

“I understand, and I am not expecting you to have an answer right now and I know it will take time for you to come to terms with this. For now, I ask you to sleep on all of this. I was not lying when I said your injuries were severe, Sihtric. It will be months before you are recovered and trying to sit in a saddle for the journey back to Coocham will worsen the injury. I will have a wagon fetched and take you back myself, but I would rather you take advantage of the safety my home provides for a few more days,” you say soothingly, your gaze softening as you see the weariness in his own eyes.

He nods in agreement, standing slowly and allowing you to help him back to his chambers. The walk back is silent, both of you thinking over all that has been said and what hasn’t. Sihtric nearly falls asleep instantly as you help him into bed, tucking the sheets and furs around him, as you fuss over him. He smiles at the act, a part of him realizing that maybe he could accept you as you are and that his feelings ran deeper than he would admit right now. He watched you leave after saying your goodnights, wondering what the future holds in store for the both of you.

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Bitter is the Taste

Bitter is the Taste https://ift.tt/B8TS1es by augustr "I don't need your sodding opinion," she seethes, her voice sharp enough to cut. Draco can't breathe. His eyes flick to her mouth, and he knows— he knows he should walk away. Say something cutting and put distance between them. But he doesn't. She's too close, and he’s too far gone. "Say one more thing about my blood, Malfoy, and I swear I'll—" She never finishes. Because Draco's hands find her cheeks, and he yanks her to him, crushing his lips against hers. --- This is entirely inspired by @dracodormiensss, I am obsessed with her art and cannot get enough of it. She inspires me to write with her beautiful artwork, so please, please, please go check her out before you read! https://ift.tt/ScaUnYt Words: 3450, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Pansy Parkinson, Harry Potter Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: One Shot, Yule Ball (Harry Potter), POV Draco Malfoy, Pining Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy is Bad at Feelings, hermione granger - Freeform, Draco Malfoy - Freeform, Angst and Feels, Hogwarts Fourth Year, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, First Kiss via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/AznChQc January 06, 2025 at 06:33AM

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Wake (When You're Ready)

by Olive_of_Vanders The wake of Alfred Pennyworth, and the stories shared about him after death.   DPxDC Family Week: Attending a funeral | Aid Words: 3450, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 116 of Furtive – Danny Phantom series Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Danny Phantom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Julia Pennyworth, Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake (DCU), Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Jason Todd, Duke Thomas, Clark Kent, Danny Fenton Relationships: Alfred Pennyworth & Julia Pennyworth, Julia Pennyworth & Bruce Wayne, Julia Pennyworth & Tim Drake, Julia Pennyworth & Dick Grayson, Batfamily Members & Julia Pennyworth Additional Tags: Wakes & Funerals, Alfred Pennyworth is the Best, Dead Alfred Pennyworth, Storytelling, Death, Grief/Mourning, POV Julia Pennyworth, Family Feels, Angst and Feels, Sad and Happy, Wayne Manor, Ghost Alfred Pennyworth, Ferryman Danny Fenton, Batfamily (DCU) Feels, open casket, Batfamily Angst (DCU) via https://ift.tt/GW6eJqx

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Blowing Off Steam

by boltsandknuts

Caitlyn return home angry from a council meeting, and takes it out on Vi >:3

Words: 3450, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends)

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)

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The blonde bastard

Laurent Thierry

tags! teasing, begging, switching, oral(male receiving), blow job, hand job, edging, sex so good it got Laurent speaking French, alcohol consumption, low key sadistic reader, "I wanna break him"

WC. 3450

Barbie's note... Hey yall🧍‍♀️... So I know I haven't posted in a while and that yall are fed up with not having material, but I've been going through the craziest writer's block ever. Then this idea came to mind after I watched Great Pretender and everything just came out because this show has been my personality for a while😭😭. Anyway, that's all, enjoy the new year!!

You gulp as you turn your back on the consequence of making a deal with a confidence man. “The clock started ten minutes ago, mon amour. Time is ticking.” You look over your shoulder to where the voice is coming from, only to be met with Laurent entirely at your mercy, his wrists tied together behind the chair, ankles tied to the legs, and his long, heated length standing proudly by itself. A sigh leaves your mouth as you think, ‘How did I get here?’

—

“Cynthia, stop laughing! We’re being serious!” You and Edamura pout as you stop drinking the half-full glass of wine he poured for you. “Oh, I know, and I feel you. Wouldn’t we all like to make the blonde bastard fall to his knees one day? But I just can’t stop myself from laughing. Your plan is too simple. Don’t you think he’ll see right through it?” Your mouth opens to combat her, but Edamura takes the words from your mouth. “How is it simple? We’d turn on him mid-heist, take the money for ourselves, get paid by his enemies to rat out his location, and turn on them by sending them to a location with fake police and get paid off there because they don’t want to go to jail. If that doesn’t scream intricate and complicated, then I don’t know what does.” He slams on the table with each sentence to emphasize the deceitfulness of your scheme as you nod along, but none of it phases Cynthia as she sighs. “I’m only going to tell you guys this once because I don’t even like the idea, but the only plausible way to get him on his knees is sexually. Which will already be hard to do, but I don’t see him swallowing his pride otherwise.” Your breath hitches with her response, and your hands fly to hide the hot blush creeping onto your cheeks. The way that she says it without blushing or getting shy has you feeling like such a dork compared to her.

 “This is where I leave the conversation, but mark my words, we’ll get him.” Edamura finishes his drink and sets it back on the table, leaving the cleaning to you. You don’t notice it, but Cynthia watches you like a hawk as you bid Edamura goodnight and down the rest of your wine. “Would you like another one?” She asks, and you nod yes, “Don’t think I could have this conversation any other way. So another glass it is.” You smile, already feeling the buzzing and heat flutter to your face. When she’s finished pouring, your lips immediately make contact with the rim of the glass as an inquiry floats into your head. Feeling bold off of liquid courage, you pop the question. “Why would you know that about him anyway?” She’s halfway through refilling her glass when you catch her by surprise. She tilts her head in confusion, still not catching on before her eyes go wide with realization, “Oh god! If you’re implying what I think you’re implying, then you’d be wrong. Trust me, we haven’t done anything like that. You have him all to yourself, hun.” You’re unsure if the heat dusting your cheeks is a blush or a drunk buzz, but you cover your face in embarrassment. “I mean, you do want him, yes?” A warm silence passes through as you think long and hard about what you really want from him. “I want to break him, his pride, wipe that playful smirk off his face, and make him genuinely beg for something. Show him that he’s not so high and mighty and knows everything just because he always acts like it. I just want to knock him down a couple of notches. The satisfaction I would have if I could do that.” You snap out of your trance when your rambling stops, only to see Cynthia looking at you as if she saw a ghost. Her mouth’s agape, her eyes wide open, and her brows almost touching her forehead. “Oh… Never in a million years would I have imagined that somebody like you would go into so much detail about something like that.” You immediately cover your mouth and begin to sink into your seat on the couch, scared that you overshared or said something completely out of pocket for even a cons man. Just then, she eagerly leans in like a nosey little kid, hands on her knees to keep herself from falling forward. “How do you plan on doing that, though?” As if to save you from the question, the man in consideration walks in unbeknownst to your attention. Cynthia begins to chug the rest of her drink before leaving the glass for you to clean up and gracefully gets up from her seat on the other side of the glass coffee table. Before you can ask where she’s going, the voice least you expected to hear at the moment makes itself known.

 “A little get-together, and I wasn’t invited. How cruel. Let me guess. Edamame was here, huh? I can understand why he wouldn’t tell me, but you? I thought we were closer than that, bavarde.” He scans the area, seeing only two empty glasses before sitting half a foot away from you and pouring some wine into the glass that Edamura used. A stiff calmness passes through the air as you watch him take a refreshing swig of the expensive wine Cynthia bought. You don’t notice it, but you end up staring so hard that he catches on, watching your eyes drink in the sight of him piece by piece. Staring at his lips as they turn a slight shade of the deep red wine, his fingers as they firmly but delicately hold the glass to his mouth, and lastly, his eyes, which you only just now noticed were watching you back, causing him to smirk. The glass clinks onto the table as he turns his body towards you, laying an arm around the back of the couch. “So, you want to break me, huh?” You choke on your wine before finally finding your grounding, “I- I’m going to hit the hay-” You shoot up from your seat, but he grabs onto your wrist and pulls you down on his lap, “Oh no, don’t do that because I’d actually like to take you up on your interest.” He slides an arm around your waist, and a hand comes under your thigh to spread your legs. “I’d love to see what you can do, but I have one condition.”

—

If you can’t make me completely submit in thirty minutes, then I get to show you what I can do.

Of course, you pushed for forty minutes since you said it was unfair that he was way more experienced than you. So you might have just fucked yourself before he could with this deal. Still, you fight the urge to leave him tied up and run so you don’t go down without a fight.

 After briefly giving it some thought, you finally make your move by slowly stripping everything but your underwear and straddling a very bored Laurent’s hips. You make sure not to slide his length inside but leave its aching self behind your butt. “Finally, something is happening. You know, you’ve wasted a mighty fine ten minutes sitting there-” You interrupt him, wasting no more time on thoughts and words, and begin leaving kisses along his jawline. “Oooooh. Spicy first move.”

 “Shut up.” You say and begin putting your hands to work. One squeezes his cheeks together to prevent him from speaking, and the other sneaks behind you and gently rubs circles on his tip. He jerks up into your hand, and you nip his jaw as punishment, which isn’t the last time that happens. Precum begins to bead on his tip, and you gather some on your finger before putting it in your mouth while maintaining the finest eye contact. Laurent’s head falls back before you feel him buck under you. “Mhm!” You hear him bite back in his most tranquil voice. You smirk and pause your actions, “Hm? What was that?” He looks at you in muted shock from the way that you almost don’t sound like yourself. Then he sees the cloudiness in your eyes and puts two and two together that you’re tipsy. “Who are you?” You snicker at the genuineness in his voice, “The person who is going to break you.” With that answer, you slide off his lap, leaving a wet spot on one of his thighs, before dropping to your knees in front of him. You gulp before looking up at him, wondering if this is a good idea, only for him to give you a smug smile that boosts your confidence. Taking his dick into your hands, you spit on the tip as both of you watch the thin stream of warm liquid slide down to his balls, “That tickles!” You ignore his complaint and start stroking at a slow pace after spitting a couple more times regarding his pleasing length. You hum in arousal as your mouth entertains itself with his inner thighs, pressing soft kisses onto them before surprising him with a couple of nips.

 “Nice try, but easing your way into this at snail speed isn’t going to break me how you want it to.” You refuse to look his way, already knowing the expression he’ll be wearing if you do, the same shit-eating grin he always has. Viewing what he said, you have no problem brewing another idea.

 Feeling bolder than the last time, you don’t hesitate to start phase two of your plan. You stop nipping Laurent’s thigh and begin kissing your way to the tip of his shaft. Only then do you tease the tip gently with your teeth before finally taking it between your lips. And your lips are the only thing it touches. You focus on not bobbing your head and strictly kitten-licking the tip. He jerks up into you only to run into your teeth like a brick wall preventing him access. “If you want my mouth so bad, ask for it.” You glance at him and see his head tilted back as if the decision put his life on the line. But in reality, he was just trying to give himself time to cool down and let time fly by with his pride still intact. 

The knee-jerk reaction to look at you when you lick a line up his shaft for his attention wins, and he almost gives you a facial immediately. ‘What a sight for sore eyes.’ He thinks to himself. His eyes start at the bottom, where your legs are gathered neatly under you, then your ass which you poked out for him so generously before finally moving up to your lips that glistened with spit and precum. ‘Fuuuuuck!’ He thought to himself. He wasn’t sure if it was the liquid courage in your veins or if you were just a different person when you were horny, but he was confident that you were not the same shy tsundere he was talking to in the hotel’s living room. That shy person would never touch him like this. That tsundere wouldn’t have even admitted to wanting to break him. But he’s here now, so there is something that he undoubtedly doesn’t know or have right about you. 

You grab his attention by tapping his thigh since the licking wasn’t making him decide any faster. He redirects his eye line from your lips to your eyes, only to be met with the beautiful stare that captured him the first time you met him in a casino where you single-handedly scammed some rich guy for all he was worth. He clears his throat, trying to sound like he wasn’t about to pop if you breathed on him too hard. “Please, Y/n.” He asks. You frown, knowing you should be satisfied with what he gave you, but deep down, it feels like it’s not enough. Sure, he said please, but he still has that damn smug smile on his face, and he couldn’t even throw in the extra neediness you wanted. You want him to beg like it’s going to save his life, like if you don’t touch him, he’s going to die of yearning and blue balls. You need to rip that smile off his face and fast.

“I know you can do better than that, Laurent. Otherwise, I’d have to leave you high and dry. And you wouldn’t want that, would you?” You egg him on by sucking his tip harder than usual as you watch his stomach dip and do flips. He pushes out a heavy sigh of relief before you put his pleasure on hold once again and start kissing around where he needs you the most. Just when you start kissing up his length again, “Fuck, please don’t leave me hanging, bavarde.” You freeze from hearing the genuineness in his voice, and your head snaps up at him, expecting to see Laurent torn to shreds with his hair sticking to his forehead and panting faster than his ability to get a word out. But you’re met with a slightly different-looking smile. His brows furrow together while his lips shake up a tiny storm, and his teeth that you can barely see through his almost closed mouth grind together, ‘This is the hottest he’s ever looked.’

You smile at him and spit on his tip before gulping him down inch by inch until your nose reaches his pubic area. Trying your best not to gag, you move slowly while your fingers work magic that you didn’t even know you had on his balls, smiling when you hear his nails claw on the end of the armrest. “Thaf fewl gud?” You tease. Only to feel another heartbeat deep inside once you see his chest rise and fall quickly with his teeth encasing his bottom lip to suppress his heavy, serene groans, “C'est tellement bon, bébé.” He pants out, finding himself physically incapable of breaking eye contact with you even though he knows that’ll only make him finish faster. It’s just the euphoric way his cock slides down your warm, wet, and tight throat with ease that makes him want to explode a thousand times.

 ‘Not experienced my ass!’ He complains, regretting that he chose to go easy on you and allow you extra time. Now, he’s dangerously close to cumming down your throat as you suck all his pride away. And him cumming isn’t even the problem. It’s the matter that he held his head up so high, thinking that you wouldn’t even know what to do if you got near his dick. Then he was going to make you scream all night long once your little forty minutes were up, and you’d just keep on coming back to him when you were sexually frustrated because, in his head, there’s no way or anyone that can fuck better than him. And he was the best of all the girls he's fucked, but that other part. Oh, he is so wrong. And you’re only going to make it harder for him.

You start bobbing faster once you get comfortable with his size, even going as far as to take the opportunity to try out some stuff that you heard makes it more pleasurable for guys. You try moaning around him to produce vibrations, give him the salt and pepper to create friction when your mouth gets tired, and even ever so slightly rake your teeth along his shaft, which he wasn’t a big fan of, so you go back to the first two. “Are you close?” You ask after feeling his leg tense multiple times. “Je suis si proche.” He nods with his answer, knowing that you still aren’t as fluent as Cynthia in French, only to regret being so kind when you pull off of him. “Beg me to cum. You can’t cum otherwise.” You say, laying your head on his thigh while letting your fingers ghost up and down his very sensitive shaft. His head tilts back for the first time in a while, but you already know he’s trying to stall and let time run out. So you take it a step further and give your sore knees a rest by sitting on the end of his legs so his dick is in front of you. “No stalling. I need an answer now.” He takes no shame in staring when you start rubbing your panty-clad cunt against his erection, listening to each moan you throw in when the friction against your bundle of nerves becomes too much. “Come on, Laurent.” Words that sound like a siren’s song when said in this scenario, and he’s praying to god that he doesn’t give in when you move your panties to the side, exposing your glistening clit to the cold air. You lean forward, laying your head on his shoulder while gently grinding into and stroking his length, letting any shlick that oozes from your pussy melt onto him. “I’m waiting, Laurent.” You hear his breath hitch, and thinking you are getting a response out of him, you pop up. Only to realize that it was just him shying away from you with his eyes shut tight. Frustration begins to cloud your mind, and you grab him by his jaw, forcefully turning his head back over to you. “Laurent, you’re cheating. Honestly, I should win by default-”

 “Fuck!” He stiffly shoots out. “My… My answer is no!” Your teeth begin to grind until you feel his cock twitch with need in your hand. Realization and confidence paint a smile across your face, “Are you sure? Because your mind is trying desperately to resist my touch, but your body is falling victim to it so hard.” He shakes out of your grip and looks away once more, “I am sure.” You groan, “Then you leave me no choice.” You stroke him a couple of times before lining his dick up at your entrance, taking three fingers to transfer your shlick to the tip of his cock for easier access. The sensation is mythical in he has to clench every muscle in his body to not jerk into you, knowing that he’s going to explode during penetration. “Say goodbye to your pride. There is no way in hell you can come back after cumming on the first pump.” You probe him at the entrance a few times, getting ready to sink onto him, but before you can. ‘Bloob, bloob, bloob, bloob, bloob.’ rings three times on the Apple watch Laurent is wearing. A heavy sigh is exiled from his mouth as all you can think is how close you were while untying him.

 But it’s hard to feel bummed when you catch a hot glimpse of Laurent greedily finishing himself off. His head lolling back onto the back of the chair with his bangs sticking to his forehead due to the sweat. Both of his hands double-fisted his length as fast but gently as possible before deciding that one was enough and started tweaking his nipples with the free hand. Then, his long legs stretch out, taking up more room than needed as they twitch with each jerk. And lastly, the string of curses that you swore you’ve heard your name floating around once or twice, which you certainly did. 

He delivers his last thrusts into his hand before cumming and collapsing back into the chair with a more fucked out expression than before. You roll your eyes and start gathering your clothes, “What are you doing?” He asks, immediately hopping out of his chair as if he didn’t just have the most insane and unhinged-looking orgasm ever. “I’m getting dressed to head back to my room, obviously. Why else would I be getting dressed? To sit around here? No.” You retort, prepping your shirt to put it on.“You must not remember the other half of the deal.” 

“Nope, I remember it just fine. I just figured that since you orgasmed right now, you’d be all done for the night.” You’d think he saw you as a clown or comedian because before you got the last word out, he was hysterical while rolling on the floor laughing. “No, no, no, no, no. That isn’t how this is going to play out because I have stamina and libido for days, and I haven’t had sex for a while, but I do have you here. And I'd be the dumbest man alive to watch you walk out of here after the torture you just put me through. So I think it’s time that I put the time we have to use.”

Should I post part two?😵‍💫😋

[sterek-ao3feed]

Building Home

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/60344701

by JenCollins

After Derek’s death, Scott is trying to take custody over Eli but Stiles has different plans. He will do anything needed to keep Eli safe, after all, he promised Derek.

Words: 3450, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Eli Hale (Teen Wolf), Scott McCall (Teen Wolf)

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Fix-It, Bad Friend Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Bad Pack Alpha Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Protectiveness, Protective Stiles Stilinski, past mistakes, Grief/Mourning, Scenting, Idiots in Love, (about Stiles and Derek), getting better, Healing, amazing dad Stiles

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60344701

[ancha-aus]

Next chapter has been edited :D

I went from a drabble of 1600 words

To a chapter of 3450 words :D

We really are doing it.

[starkstruck27]

My next fill for @metalsandwichbingo !! As an American living in that state, I felt I needed something fun to get my mind off of everything, so of course I decided writing porn was a good way to go. I hope everyone enjoys, and title comes from the song Ragdoll by Aerosmith. Title: A New Version of the Old Scene Square + Prompt: B3, Dildo Gag Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3450 Words Major Tags: None Additional Tags: Dildos, Gags, Lesbian Sex, Female Billy Hargrove, Female Steve Harrington, Female Eddie Munson, Restraints, Light BDSM, Sex Toys, Vibrators, Cunnilingus, Face-Sitting, Nipple Clamps, Voyeurism Summary: Eddie has been with her girlfriends for four years now, and in that time, she finally found the happiness she'd been looking for. Stevie and Billie were her whole world, so for their anniversary, she knows she has to get them something special. She finally finds just what she's looking for in a local sex shop, and she cannot wait to get home and show it to her girls. Also on: Ao3 As a quick side note, I also mention a specific brand of toys in this fic, as well as one of their specific products, and if you're curious as to what it looks like, I'll link it here.

As Eddie walked through the aisles of the store she was in, contemplating what to get for her girlfriends as an anniversary gift, it finally hit her that this was actually real. She was living in Chicago, her music career was finally starting to take off, and she’d actually gotten together with the two loves of her life four years ago on that exact day. The thought of the two of them actually telling her that they wanted to be with her on that day and then kissing the life out of her made her blush as she continued her shopping, and she couldn’t help but bite her lip to suppress the full blown goofy grin that was trying to break onto her face. It made her stomach light up with butterflies when she thought of the two women that made her happier than anything in the world, and she knew then and there that she had to find something really special to give to them. 

Finally, she found them, the two things she knew she had to get to make this anniversary one none of them would ever forget. She could hardly wait until she could give them to her girlfriends, but unfortunately, she knew she had to wait. They’d agreed that they didn’t want gifts from the other two that were expensive or that took up too much space, and instead had agreed to get one thing each for them all to share that was both practical and pleasurable. They’d agreed that as soon as they got home from a nice dinner, they’d show each other what they got, and Eddie was practically buzzing with excitement as she hid her present away and then skipped off to get ready for dinner.

The entire time they were out, though, Eddie kept fidgeting, checking the time over and over again and scarfing down her food even faster than normal. Billie and Stevie found it kind of adorable that she was so eager, but like the sadists they were, they made her wait until they were good and ready to go home, too. Still, they couldn’t say that they weren’t also practically dripping with excitement, so they finally put themselves out of their misery and went home, all of them running to the bedroom as if the fate of the world depended on them getting there. They were soon seated on their king size bed in a circle, each holding a black plastic bag and in nothing but their best set of lingerie.

“So, who wants to go first?” Stevie asked, her pink lipstick smile matching her lacy clothing.

“I don’t think it really matters, Bambi, but I’ll go,” Billie said, rolling her blue eyes as she reached into her bag and pulled out a vibrator wand. “I saw this the other day, the girl at the store told me it’s the newest and best one on the market, so I figured we should give it a try. Plus it’s waterproof and it’s wireless, but it comes with a charger, so it should be nicer than most of the ones we have.”

“Ooh, I’m excited to try that out later,” Stevie grinned, then reached into her bag and brought out a set of silk ropes. “I went kinda basic, but I remembered how much you both said you hated how stiff the leather cuffs we have are, so I figured maybe we could try something a little different.”

“Aw, thank you, baby. You’re so sweet,” Eddie said, leaning over to give her girlfriend a kiss on the cheek.

“You’re welcome, love,” Stevie said. “And what did you get for us?”

“Okay, so I know we said we were only gonna get one thing each, but when I saw these two, I just couldn’t resist,” Eddie grinned, her dimples showing as she pulled both her items out of her bag. The other two’s eyes went wide as they looked at the two items, and their faces broke out in smiles as they looked them over. 

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Billie asked as she picked up one of the items and turned it over in her hand.

“Maybe once or twice,” Eddie teased, “But I can always stand to hear it again.”

“I fucking love you so much,” Billie said, leaning over and kissing Eddie in the rough way she always did when she was ready to go. Stevie smiled and shook her head a little, but let her girls take their time. She had always been a bit of a voyeur, so watching her girlfriends make out was just as titillating as if she were in the mix herself. 

She continued to watch and began to touch herself as Billie took Eddie’s hands in hers and in one smooth motion, threw her down on her back. She straddled her stomach and grabbed the new ropes Stevie had bought, tying Eddie’s hands to the headboard, and when she was done she got off of her, grabbing the two things Eddie bought.

“So, how the hell do we use this?” Billie asked, finding a bottle of their favorite lube somewhere in the bedside table.

“Depends, do you want to use the one it came with or do you want to use the Demogorgon?” Eddie asked, a sly smile on her face.

“You only got that one because it’s named after a D&D character, didn’t you?” Stevie piped up from where she was still patiently watching and waiting.

“Maybe,” Eddie grinned, “But also because we’ve never tried a creature cock before and we kept talking about it, so I figured, why not? Besides, I was gonna get one of them anyway, and when I found out it was compatible with the gag I bought, that was just icing on the cake. You know how much I love it when you guys ride my face, so I figured with this, then we all enjoy it just that much more.”

“That’s really sweet of you, babe. And as much as I do want to give the creature cock a try, I think I’m gonna stick with this one for now,” Billie said, picking up the dildo the gag came with and fitting it into the leather and securing it with the metal ring. 

The gag was double-sided, so once Eddie got it on, she would have a mouth full of cock and wouldn’t be able to speak. But she trusted her girls, and she knew how to make them stop if she needed them to, so she took a quick drink of water, and then let Billie fit the gag in her mouth and on her face, securing it at the back of her head and making sure it wasn’t too tight. 

Once everything was on right, Billie stood up again and removed her panties, and she sighed as she slathered the dildo and her pussy with lube before climbing on top of Eddie again. She checked to make sure Eddie was ready, and once she got a small nod in return, she sank down onto her face, her eyes fluttering and her mouth dropping open on a moan.

Stevie watched as Billie started to ride Eddie’s face, starting slow, but picking up the pace as she went, and it was driving Stevie mad. She loved the sounds coming from both of her girls, the muffled grunts and moans from Eddie and the unabashed squeals and sighs from Billie. 

They were making her so wet, she was sure her panties were soaked through, so she took them off and repositioned herself on the bed to get a better view. She bit her lip as she watched them, and as her heart rate continued to go up and her body got hotter, her fingers alone just weren’t cutting it anymore. 

She sighed and sat up, finding the vibrator Billie had bought, and settled back down as she figured out how to work it. She turned it on and held it to her cunt, a little squeak coming from her mouth as she hit the button to turn up the intensity. There were ten levels of intensity, and as she ticked them up and watched her girls, she came quickly on just level four. She removed the vibrator as it was still going for just a moment as she rode out her orgasm, and once she recovered, she immediately replaced it. Her breath was getting shorter and she started using her other hand to grab at her tit, massaging it as she continued to squirm. 

Billie was getting close herself, and even though she still needed to keep one hand on the headboard to keep her balance, she used the other to reach over and start playing with Stevie’s other tit, laughing breathlessly as Stevie moaned and started to come again, biting her lip and shivering with her whole body. The sight was enough to push Billie over the edge, and she came a second later, grinding herself down on Eddie’s face and pulling slightly at her hair. 

“Holy fuck,” Stevie sighed as she got herself together again and helping Billie to climb off of Eddie. As soon as she got her balance again, Stevie pulled her in and kissed her, and after enjoying that for a moment, she went back over to Eddie. She didn’t untie her, but she did lift her head up and took off the gag, smoothing out her sweaty bangs and getting her some more water.

“You doing okay, rockstar?” She asked, running her fingers through her hair.

“I’m perfect, love,” Eddie responded, her voice a bit scratchy, but she didn’t seem uncomfortable.

“I’m glad,” Stevie grinned, kissing her head. “You ready for round two?”

“Have been since yesterday, but thanks for asking,” Eddie smiled back, and squirmed a bit to get herself more comfortable as Stevie refitted the gag with the creature cock. She was excited to get on that thing, and she knew Eddie was excited to get some more thighs crushing her head, so she didn’t waste any time. 

She refastened the gag on Eddie’s face as soon as she could, and then climbed on top of her, taking a lot more time to sink down than Billy did due to the irregularity of the toy she was using. Still, she quickly got used to it, and as she did, she began to bounce on it.

Meanwhile, Billie was lying on the bed near them, regaining her faculties as the other two got started. She was actually the easiest to please most times, as it only took an orgasm or two for her to be satisfied and ready to curl up and go to sleep, so she was pretty satiated as of right now. Still, she was always ready to give as good as she got, so once she got herself back to normal, she got up and went to their closet, getting out one more thing before going back to the bed.

Eddie jerked against her restraints as two cold metal clamps attached themselves to her nipples, instantly winding her up further and making her more desperate to get off. She recovered from the surprise quickly, but her body still felt like it was buzzing, and her leg started to bounce a little as she waited for something else to get her to her release.

“You doing alright, Thumper?” Billie asked as she saw her leg starting to move. Eddie gave a quick thumbs up and held it until she knew Billie saw it, and Billie smiled as she took that as her cue to keep going. She gently pushed Eddie’s legs apart and grinned when she saw that the black silk panties Eddie was wearing were crotchless, that would make this so much easier. 

As soon as Eddie’s legs were far enough apart, Billie settled on her stomach in between them, looping her arms underneath them to get a better grip on her girlfriend as she started to lick at her cunt. She could hear Eddie’s muffled groan and saw her hands ball into white-knuckle fists as she gave a few teasing flicks of her tongue, and as Eddie’s leg bounced faster and her hands got whiter, she finally stopped teasing and started to eat her out for real. 

Billie absolutely loved eating pussy, and she was good at it, too. She knew all the right spots to hit, and she was making sure to hit every one of them tonight. She didn’t just want to make Eddie come, she wanted to make her feel as fantastic as she could, and she wasn’t going to stop until she did it.

As she lapped at Eddie’s cunt, Billie could feel her starting to breathe faster, and she smiled as she felt her start to clench her muscles around her. She started burying her face further into her girlfriend’s muff, sucking on her clit and dipping her tongue into her tight hole, as far as it would go. She felt her starting to tremble a little bit, and finally, she decided that Eddie was wound tight enough. She sat up and left her on the edge, making her whine through the toy in her mouth. 

“What’s wrong, Thumper? Not satisfied yet?” Billie asked, earning a glare from her girl. Stevie couldn’t help but laugh a little as she continued to pleasure herself, she knew what Billie was doing. She was such a tease, and while Eddie knew it too, and knew that waiting would make it even better in the end, she was starting to get too impatient to care.

“Don’t worry, hon,” Billie continued, settling back down between Eddie’s legs and tugging gently on the nipple clamps to keep her attention. “I’m not gonna leave my babygirl hanging.”

Eddie huffed a little as she listened to Billie, but she still listened when Billie asked her to lift her hips, and she lost any attitude she had as Billie started to apply lube to her with her expert fingers. She waited patiently, and was only going to start whining again when Stevie got off of her, but before she could make a noise, Stevie turned around and sat right back down. She made a noise then, but it was one of pleasure rather than annoyance this time, as Stevie had readjusted herself so that she could help Billie play with her, and she had taken off the nipple clamps and instead started to play with Eddie’s boobies herself, squeezing, pinching and massaging them with just the right balance of roughness and gentility. 

Just as Eddie was starting to get used to the dual sensations on her boobs and pussy, her girls decided to punch it up by several notches, as each of them soon added a new element to the mix. Billie used the discarded dildo that she’d been using earlier, pushing it into Eddie’s vagina and pumping it in and out with a steady rhythm until she got used to it, and then she made it more erratic and unpredictable, just like Eddie liked it. 

At the same time, Stevie leaned over and kissed Eddie’s stomach all over, biting her gently every so often and leaving lipstick marks among her tattoos. Eddie sighed after each one, her hands struggling against her restraints as her instincts told her to finish herself off already, but of course she couldn’t do anything but wait. She didn’t have long to wait, though, because once Stevie had finished marking up her stomach, she sat back up and found the vibrator again, clicking it on and jacking it up to the highest setting before gently pressing it to Eddie’s clit. 

Eddie’s scream probably would’ve had the neighbors calling the cops if it hadn’t been muffled by the gag. She had been on edge for so long, and now that Stevie had handed the vibrator off to Billie so she could go back to fondling her tits, she was finally able to release all the pent up energy. She came quicker than she ever had before, her body shaking and her vision going white. She felt so fucking good, and even though her ears felt like they were stuffed with cotton, she could still hear Billie and Stevie giggling in delight and telling her how amazing she was. 

She could feel them keeping up with their hands and the toys in them so that she could ride out her orgasm as long as possible, but as she finally started to come back into her body, she started to feel a little overstimulated, so she signaled for them to stop, and they did. Billie turned off the vibrator and tossed it aside, and Stevie climbed off of Eddie, lifting her head and taking the gag off of her. Billie didn’t remove the dildo quite yet, as she knew Eddie and Stevie both liked to still feel full after sex, and she was more than happy to oblige them, so she left it buried deep inside her. She and Stevie both sat back on the bed then, leaning down as Eddie caught her breath and licking all over her stomach, her thighs, and making sure to leave a few hickeys behind. 

“Shit,” Eddie said as she finally got her voice back, “Did I squirt?”

“Harder than I’ve ever seen you do it before,” Stevie winked at her, trailing her tongue in the little crevice between Eddie’s thigh and her crotch.

“Was that why you edged me so much? To get me to squirt?” Eddie asked, giving Billie a look that was part annoyed scowl and part playful smirk, but Billie didn’t pay her any attention, instead focusing on licking her clean. “Answer me, Wilma Jean!”

“Hey, whoa! There’s no reason to be pulling out full names, here,” Billie finally spoke up, giving Eddie a look now, too. “And if I’m guilty of anything Edith, it’s of wanting to make you feel as good as possible and if I have to edge you all night to do that, then that’s what I gotta do! If I happen to make you squirt in the process, well, then that’s just an extra special treat for Stevie and I to enjoy.”

“You’re so fucking annoying, I don’t know why I put up with you,” Eddie groaned, but she couldn’t keep the grin off her face as Billy wrinkled up her nose and stuck her tongue out at her. “Oh, yeah, that’s why,” Eddie added, earning a pinch in retaliation, which she promptly returned.

“C’mon, quit it, both of you,” Stevie said, giggling a little as she grabbed their hands to stop them from pinching each other all night. “Let’s clean up and shower quick so that we can relax now. I’m getting tired and I don’t want to go to bed all sticky and sweaty. And if you quit messing with each other, I’ll even wash your hair for you.”

“You drive a hard bargain, Bambi,” Billie said, getting up again and helping the other two to gather up the toys so they could clean them later. Stevie grabbed the wet duvet off the bed and led the way to the bathroom, and as they started following her, Eddie and Billie shared a look and nodded. As they got to the bathroom, they both reached out and pinched Stevie’s ass, making her jump in surprise and making the other two laugh. She shook her head and continued into the bathroom, dropping the duvet by the laundry machine and rolling her eyes.

“You’re both fucking annoying, I hope you know that,” she said as she stripped out of the rest of her lingerie. 

“Yeah, but you love us anyway,” Billie grinned, following suit and climbing into the shower with Stevie and Eddie once they had all gotten undressed.

“Fuck me, I guess I do,” Stevie joked, flicking Billie on the cheek as they crowded into the shower. She flicked Eddie too, and Eddie responded by catching her finger in her teeth and giving it a little nip. Stevie just rolled her eyes again and laughed, and then she instructed both of them to turn around so she could start shampooing their hair. 

As she tilted her head back so that her girlfriend could start washing her hair, Eddie was hit once again with the biggest feeling of love and happiness. It took twenty six years, but she was finally completely happy, living in a big city, starting her dream career, and in the best relationship she’d ever had with the two people she cared about most in the world. This was it. She had finally made it.

[silverhallow]

Evermore

pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett

summary: after years of being "just friends" a birthday trip to a secluded cabin in the woods changes everything for Evermore...

warnings: Mentions of Oral Sex, Woman on Top, Missionary, fingering, nothing majorly graphic

word count: 3450

Rating: M

author's note: a little drabble that got a bit out of hand.

It was the weekend of Sophie’s 25th birthday, but she’d not felt like celebrating, she just wanted to stop at home, chill out, go see a movie and maybe go for a drink or two but her best friend, Benedict, decided to surprise her with a trip to the mountains. Just the two of them.

The drive hadn’t taken that long and they arrived early Friday evening, and it was so peaceful and serene. The moonlight flooding through the windows and all of the stars out gave everything a bit of a romantic feel. 

Sophie shook her head, she couldn’t believe that Benedict had picked a location that looked so romantic and secluded, they hadn’t been like that with one another for years.

Back in University when they first met, they’d slept together regularly but as they got closer and closer, it became apparent that the sex was complicating things and she’d been so terrified of getting hurt that they’d decided to just to remain friends and cut the sex element out of their relationship.

"Soph?" Benedict called from down the hall as she was stocking the fridge. "Did you know this place only has one bed?"

"Yeah, I mean why can't we share a bed? The bigger places didn't have hot tubs." she said as she gestured towards the glass door at the balcony with the Hot Tub. 

Benedict may have chosen the location but she had been the one to pick the chalet, she’d not given much thought about the sleeping arrangements but if she was in some cabin in the woods, she wanted to be able to use the hot tub.

"No... we can… but why do we need a hot tub? It's December."

"Exactly. It will be like drinking hot chocolate when it's cold. In fact, I'm going out there in a minute." Sophie grinned as she stood up, the fridge now fully stocked.

"Okay, well I think I'm actually going to get some sleep, it was a long drive and I want to get started early tomorrow." Benedict replied with a stretch

"Don't hog the blankets!" she yelled after him as he walked up the stairs towards the bedroom

About 30 minutes later, the kitchen was fully stocked and she’d sorted out their hiking gear for tomorrow. She headed up to the bathroom to change, her clothes where in the suitcase benedict had taken upstairs. Hewas already asleep, but he awoke when she sneezed from behind the door in the bathroom and she winced, hoping that it wouldn’t disturb him but she wasn’t so lucky.

"Soph?" she heard coming from the bedroom.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up," Sophie emerged from the bathroom wearing a silver string bikini. Benedict turned on the bedside lamp and Sophie saw his mouth open a little in shock.

Last time he had seen her naked, she’d been very thin but over the last 4 years she’d gained some weight, thanks to cooking for herself and being out from under her wicked stepmother. She’d developed and had curves in all the right places and she could tell that he was trying his hardest not to stare at her.

"It's okay." she smiled, she knew it was only natural and she knew her bikini left little to the imagination. 

Benedict couldn't peel his eyes from between her legs, and she felt herself starting to get a little wet. She told herself it was just hormones. she hadn't had good sex in a long time, and her body was craving the familiar, pushing down the stirring she felt whenever she was around him.

"Well, goodnight, i’ll try not to wake you when I come back up" and as difficult as it was, she decided the right thing to do was walk away.

It was very cold outside. Not quite cold enough to snow just yet but it was cold enough that it wouldn't have been feasible to stand out there in a bikini for more than a minute or two.

When she sank into the warm water, all her worries went away and she felt herself sigh contentedly.

She poured herself a Whiskey from the bottle she’d left outside, sat back, and stared at the stars. Just as the alcohol started to hit her, she heard Benedict opening the door and stepping out onto the balcony behind her.

"I can't sleep."

"Sorry Ben… I really didn't mean to wake you. You know I always sneeze at the most inconvenient times."

"I know but I saw you having a drink and thought maybe the whiskey might help me sleep."

"Oh, sure," she handed him the glass and he stood outside the hot tub drinking. "Why don't you just get in?" she asked with a brow raised knowing he must have been cold standing there.

"I don't want to get my boxers wet."

"Oh please, like I don't know what your dick looks like."

He choked on his drink and started coughing, his entire body going bright red.

"You mean get in naked?"

"Yeah, why not? I'll get naked, too, if that will make you feel more comfortable."

"You don't have to do that, but as long as you're okay with me being naked..."

Sophie nodded, and Benedict pulled his boxers off and she could see he was a little hard.

"Sorry." He blushed. Sophie just smiled and cursed herself mentally, she had forgotten how thick he was, but seeing his cock again immediately turned her on.

He took the seat right next to her, and they sat like that for a while, passing the glass back and forth until the amber liquid was gone.

Sophie let her head fall back on the edge of the hot tub as she let out a contented sigh, she felt good. Warm on the inside from the whiskey, and on the outside from the water.

Ben laughed, placing his hand on her thigh and she couldn’t help but watch it through the water.

"I'm glad I came here with you instead of staying home." Sophie looked up at him. He was so handsome, dark hair and stunning blue eyes, with perfect skin. He was tall and fit, but not aggressively so, it always made her stomach squirm when she saw him like this.

"Me too. You deserve nice things, you know. You work so hard, all the time, but you never stop to enjoy what you're working for."

"You're right," she replied, as she looked away, embarrassed. She had wasted her entire teens, dedicated it to trying to make her stepmother like her before she went to Uni and thought she was making progress, been to therapy and was building herself back up, she was nowhere near where she wanted to be in her life. She’d been single for years, she worked and worked and hardly had any time to enjoy her life.

In an effort to pull herself out of her spiral, she redirected the conversation onto him, "What about you? Are you getting utter fulfillment out of life Mr Hot-Shot Photographer?"

"No," He said, almost with a derisive snort. "Not even close."

"What more is it you want?" she asked curiously. She’d assumed he had everything, a career, he was always being linked to some stunning model or something and he had a family that Sophie would have killed for.

He didn't answer and Sophie thought it was odd so when she looked over at him, she was shocked to see that he was staring at her. A bright intensity, almost a pain in his eyes that she’d never seen before and it made her stomach squirm.

"What?"

"Soph…." He sighed, running his hand through his hair.

"Ben? What? You can tell me anything you know…" Sophie rubbed his back, concerned that something was really wrong and he had been keeping it to himself.

"You have to know that I'm in love with you." he said, his eyes averted from her and she could tell the red tinge to his cheeks was nothing to do with the heat from the water.

Sophie felt her stomach drop and  she was sure it had just turned inside out. She’d honestly thought maybe they’d end up fucking, but never in her life did she expect a declaration of love. She’d always assumed he never felt that way about her… that she just wasn’t his type.

"Ben, I... How long have you felt this way?" she asked, a little taken aback as she tried to get her brain to process his words

"Years." he said honestly

"Years?!" she squeaked

"Yeah, I mean... I couldn't tell you after you said we should just be friends, because I knew you wouldn't talk to me anymore. And I would have rather had you around and secretly be in love with you than not have you around at all." he replied sadly.

"I had no idea." Sophie said in disbelief.

He snorted, "Come on.. You don’t give yourself enough credit Soph. You're absolutely stunningly beautiful, you're so smart and easy to talk to, funny, ambitious, great in bed, and I mean... look at your body. How could I not be in love with you?"

Sophie leaned into him, her heart pounding in her chest so loudly she was shocked he couldn’t hear it, "You really think i’m all of those things?"

"Of course I do Soph. You are an absolute goddess, stop letting the people around you tell you otherwise."

Sophie could see the sincerity in his eyes, and with her heart hammering, she leaned in, believing every word he said and kissed him.

He grabbed the sides of her face and kissed her back harder, putting every ounce of his feelings into the kiss, like it was his only chance, like it would be his only salvation, like it was their last kiss…

Sophie moved a bit closer to him and moaned into his mouth, and he pulled away, looking into her eyes and she saw the pain in his eyes and she knew what he was thinking before he said it, "Soph… I… I… don't know if we should."

Benedict grabbed her hand beneath the water, stroking her palm with his thumb, he knew how she felt about rejection, about being pushed away and the sense of abandonment she’d been dealing with in years of therapy but he was protecting himself, he couldn’t go back into a casual thing with her, but he didn’t want to lose her.

"Benni..." He looked up, she knew he hated being called Benni, unless it was by her because she.  only used this moniker when she was being serious. "I feel the same way you do." she admitted.

Benedict just stared at her and a quiet fell around them, she could see the confusion in his face and eyes, especially because she had been the one to end things. Finally after what felt like hours, he asked “why did you say we should only be friends? I don’t get it… if… if you felt like this… like that…"

"I was scared," She replied honestly, her heart hammering knowing she owed him this. "It was so much, so fast and I’d fallen so madly in love with you and I kept hearing the voices in my head telling me I wasn’t good enough for you, that you didn’t feel the same way I was terrified of getting my heart broken, of it not working out and you leaving me as well. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing your friendship, too. So I thought it was better to cut the romantic element out. But all I did was make myself miserable. And made you miserable as well apparently” she said sadly as she looked away from him, ashamed that she’d hurt him in such a way.

Benedict placed a hand on her cheek and tilted it up so that her green eyes met his and just stared at her for a moment, taking in the moment before he caressed her cheek and pulled her onto his lap, her legs wrapping around him straddling him.

"Tell me." he whispered, needing to hear the words for himself, the three little words that would forever change their lives.

Sophie placed her hand on his chest and laid her head on his shoulder, enjoying the tenderness and closeness before she whispered, "I love you, Ben. I have for a long time."

He pulled her up to face him again and pressed his lips to hers, taking her lower lip into his mouth and giving it a playful and tender bite.

"You're my dream girl, my muse, my everything" he rubbed his thumb over her lower lip, caressing where he’d just bitten, "You know that?"

Sophie moaned as he kissed and licked her neck, undoubtedly marking her as he went, it used to drive her mad when they were together and he undoubtedly remembered the reaction.

Benedict grinned into her flesh as he untied her bikini top so he could have unrestricted access and Sophie watched as it floated out of sight. 

Her nipples hardened immediately from the cold air and Benedict kissed down her chest taking his time to cover every inch of her breasts, taking each nipple into his mouth causing her to moan. He licked, sucked, or gently bit one while he softly rubbed the other... then he'd switch driving her mad with desire and need.

Sophie arched back into his mouth desperate for more when she suddenly became very aware of his hard cock between them.

She started grinding on him, harder and harder, until he spanked her arse hard and she yelped, having not expected it.

"Careful now." he warned as he lifted her slightly and moved them to the edge of the hot tub where he grabbed her towel and laid her down on top of it and tugged at the sides of her bikini bottoms, removing them and tossing them behind them.

The coolness of the December eve did not bother them as they were lost to the heat of the moment and the passion between them. 

He captured her lips once more in a fiery kiss that consumed them both, his hands moved up her thighs, spreading her wider for him as he rubbed her clit in slow circles as they made out.

His mouth muffled her moans, but neither of them were concerned about their noise levels as there was nobody around for miles. Just the two of them and the passion that burned between them. Years of longing and desperation pouring into one another.

Sophie felt herself getting hotter and closer to the edge, desperate to cum and just as she was about to tell him, to beg him for more, he slipped two fingers inside her, forcing the last word to come out in a long moan and she screamed into his lips, riding out the intense orgasm.

Before she’d had a chance to recover, Benedict had moved with a speed she’d forgotten he possessed and replaced his fingers with his lips and tongue and she felt like she was in heaven, staring up at the stars as orgasm after orgasm rolled through her body.

She’d thought Benedict had been good in bed back in University but this was nothing short of spectacular, the true definition of making love. 

Their confession, their desire and love for one another made the moment all the more special.

"Do you want to move inside?" she asked, stroking his hair as his head rested on her thigh, as he was giving her a brief moment of respite, as she felt the cold starting to creep over her body.

"I would love that." He kissed her flesh where his mouth was before getting up and scoping her up into his arms and carrying her through the chalet into the bedroom where he laid her down on the bed settling himself between her legs, rubbing his rock hard cock along her clit, knowing how desperate she was, knowing how badly he wanted it but he was determined to make her beg for it.

"Please Ben," she moaned. "Please Benni…I've waited long enough. Please fuck me…” she begged and that was all the encouragement he required as with one forceful and deliberate thrust, he was buried deep within her.

"Oh fuck, Soph" he groaned, knowing he was finally home after all these years. "You're so wet, fuck." He leaned down and kissed her before he started to pound harder. After a few minutes of thrusting, kissing and clinging to one another Sophie moaned “I want to ride you”

Benedict, not being one to disappoint his lady, rolled them so she on top, without ever pulling out of her. 

With a wicked smirk, she leaned back and began moving her hips slowly as he tilted his own so he was hitting her g spot so perfectly. 

Sophie had always loved showing off for him, the way he watched her with lust and disbelief and now she had confidence in her body, no longer felt ashamed by her figure and her ribs, she began to really put on a show for him, as she ground her hips against him, riding him faster and faster until she’d lost all sense of time, place and her sensibilities.

It was only until Benedict sat up, pulling her tighter on top of him and he licked up her cheek towards her ear and whispered, "I'm going to fuck you so good that you never want another cock, that you’ll only ever need my cock" He spanked her arse as she moaned causing her to yelp. "Now, be a good girl and get on your stomach” he said squeezing her arse and she clambered off him and lay down.

Benedict lay her in a prone position and lay atop of her, pinning her wrists behind her back and slid his cock up and down her pussy a few times, teasing her

“Ben please… please just fuck me… fuck me til I can’t walk!” she screamed at him, unable to take his teasing anymore.

Without a word he slammed himself in, burning himself so completely that he was almost balls deep within her and she screamed in pleasure, she’d never felt so full, so complete as she did in that moment.

"Your pussy is so fucking tight, so fucking hot" he growled, slowing his thrusts. "Fuck, Soph. You're going to make me cum already." he admitted as he stopped completely for a moment, still buried deep within her, not moving, just giving himself a moment to compose himself as he moved his fingers up and down her spine, tracing the freckles on her back and stroking my hair. This was what she always loved about him, what she’d missed whenever she had sex with another person, what always made her crave him…. He was the perfect blend of rough and gentle.

Especially with her and she realised how much of a fool she’d been, how blind she’d been and before she could open her mouth to apologise, to say something… 

Benedict began to move again and all thoughts were lost to the perfection of the moment.

She felt herself being pounded directly into the mattress. His thrusts were perfect and in sync, and she came harder than she’d ever cum in her entire life, her voice would be hoarse tomorrow and she felt her walls spasming as she screamed and her body convulsed around his cock.

Benedict couldn't hold back any longer when he felt her pussy tighten around him, the feeling that he was home, the place he belonged, with the woman he had loved in silent heartbreak for the last few years and he grabbed her by the hips and came deep inside her with the most guttural noise he had ever heard himself make. It was perfection, it was everything that he’d dreamed.

Sophie carefully rolled over as his now limp cock fell out of her and he collapsed on top of her, placing little kisses on her collarbone, both of them letting their hands roam over the other, just touching and desperate to never stop touching the other, knowing that this, today was the start of the rest of their lives, and totally worth the horrific cold that they’d both wake up with in the morning.

Benedict’s eyes fell to the clock and he saw it was after midnight, today was officially Sophie’s birthday and he leaned over with a gentle and loving kiss to her lips and whispered,  "I love you, Soph. Happy birthday.”

Sophie whispered back “I love you too, this has been the best birthday ever…”

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The Life and Times of Gerald the T-Shirt

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/60903493 by LesbianAlien First, there was darkness. Then, there was Gerald. (Gerald the cotton t-shirt was so happy the day he was bought from the store and brought home as a gift for a sweet little boy who would become his owner. A little boy named Dick.) Words: 3450, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: DCU, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Gerald the T-Shirt, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, other T-Shirts Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne Additional Tags: crackfic, Crack, told from the POV of a T-Shirt, Bruce Wayne Adopts Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson is Damian Wayne's Parent, dick grayson adopts damian wayne, Slight Smut, Family Feels, Humor, Bad Puns, Bottom Dick Grayson, Top Jason Todd, Dick Grayson Has a Vagina, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, vague descriptions of the process of making a cotton tshirt read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/60903493