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[your-divine-ribs]

Forbidden Part 36

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Y/N sits the first of her exams, but she can’t get Van out of her head 🖤

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Letting your best friend in on your big secret was positive for the most part, but there were downsides. It meant that you could no longer shy away from the sometimes uncomfortable truths about the nature of your improper relationship, the niggling doubts and the persistent worries that had wormed their way into your brain despite your best efforts to ignore them.

"So... it doesn't bother you then?"

Lizzie's asking a genuine question as a concerned friend so you can't tell her to butt out but you automatically stiffen, chewing the inside of your cheek as she looks at you inquisitively.

It's been five days since you admitted to her that you were having an affair with your history professor, five whole days since he'd fucked your brains out and let you stay overnight at his house in his bed. You'd not seen him or heard him since, your timetabled lectures having been replaced with revision sessions, his suggestion that you two should steer clear of each other until after the exams looking more and more like it was coming to fruition with each passing day.

You'd been hoping that his words were empty promises, that despite his determination to stay away from you he wouldn't be able to manage it. You wanted to be just that little bit too tempting, too alluring... too special to turn away from. It wasn't to be though. There were no messages or phone calls from him and no emails either. He was getting on with his life just like you should have been getting on with yours.

"Doesn't what bother me?" You ask, playing dumb even though you know exactly what Lizzie's asking. She was the one who brought it up, but then it seems like all you two have discussed these past few days is Van.

"You know... the fact that he's engaged... that you have to share him."

You shrug to hide your true feelings, busying yourself with packing your textbooks into your bag so you don't have to look directly at your friend. You don't want her to see the hurt that's bound to be evident in your eyes, you'd prefer to keep that to yourself, suffer in silence. Because you are suffering, more than you'd like to admit.

"Of course it doesn't bother me," you say flippantly, trying hard to keep your voice light. "I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. We've agreed it's just sex with no strings attached and that's fine by me."

You know Lizzie's narrowing her eyes without even looking up. "Really? You're okay with that?"

"Uh-huh I am," you say with finality in an attempt to cut the conversation short, but Lizzie's not satisfied with that, she knows you too well.

"It's just that you were so pissed off when you found out that Darren was cheating, you said you'd never let anyone fuck with your feelings again. I didn't think you'd dream of getting involved with another guy who wasn't 100% committed."

"I'm just having fun right now Liz," you protest, heaving your bag on to your shoulder. "At least I know exactly where I stand with Van, he's not sneaky like Darren was. He's very up front you know... and I've decided I'm way too young to get tied down anyway."

Lizzie's concern falters then and she lets out a dirty sounding laugh. "Unless it's Van doing the tying down huh? Honestly I can't believe how kinky he is. He's a real dark horse!"

And just like that another potentially uncomfortable conversation is diffused. You join in with Lizzie's laughter maybe a fraction too enthusiastically, but she doesn't seem to notice, firing off a few more smutty remarks before you tell her that you need to get going as your first exam's taking place in less than an hour.

"Good luck lovely! You're gonna smash it, I just know you will. You got this!"

You wish some of Lizzie's positivity would rub off on you. You hate sitting exams with a passion. No matter how well you know the subject content or how hard you've revised there's something about the stark formality of being tested under exam conditions that turns your brain to mush. The time limited pressure, the rows upon rows of students in the exam hall, the fact that a whole semester's worth of study can hang on just two short hours of your time and how much you can manage to frantically scribble down on a couple of sheets of A4 paper... you can already feel your anxiety rising as you approach the exam hall.

You sight Erica and Lydia up ahead and you brace yourself as you pass them. You're fully expecting a snide comment or a bitchy look but they're deep in conversation, heads bowed whilst Erica hisses something angrily at Lydia who's red-faced and looks close to tears. You're intrigued but you don't stop or even slow down, entering the exam hall whilst you try to breathe deep and evenly to quell your nerves.

There's a queue of students ahead of you waiting to register and you pull your phone out your pocket as a distraction whilst you wait, scrolling through your WhatsApp messages until Van's name appears. There's still nothing. Complete radio silence since he summoned you to his house that night. Not even a little text to say good luck or ask how you are. He knew your first exam was today as well. Maybe you should prompt him.

Got my first exam today... thanks for thinking of me and wishing me luck!

No... that's way too sarcastic. Even though you are pissed off you don't want him to know that. You swiftly hit the back space, clearing the text.

What to say? Would it be so wrong to let him know how you're really feeling? You start typing impulsively.

I can't stop thinking about you x

No fucking way... that's far too needy.

"Remember everybody... no phones allowed in the exam hall under any circumstances."

SHIT!

The stern voice makes you jump and you react quickly, jamming your phone into the back pocket of your skirt rather putting it in your bag, immediately fretting that you might have hit send in your haste. You don't have time to check though, you're already being called forward to register, being instructed to leave your belongings to one side and enter the exam hall.

If you could just take a little look... maybe you could delete it before he's had the chance to read it.

"Y/N..."

The last voice you expected to hear was Johnny's and it's surprising but welcome. Your fingers are already curled around your phone but you slip your hand free at once, relieved to see a friendly face, temporarily distracted.

"Johnny... what are you doing here?"

"I'm invigilating today. Are you okay? Need some help finding your seat?"

He's already guiding you, a hand on the small of your back, through the rows of desks until he stops to indicate yours. "There ya go." A subtle wink as his voice drops to barely audible. "Good luck love... not that you'll need it."

Students are filing in all around you, heads bowed whilst they look for their desks, hushed whispers and nervous chatter, shoes squeaking on the polished floor. You start to feel nauseous, stressing about Van, worrying about the exam, an uneasy knot of tension forming in your stomach. Your palms are clammy with sweat and you wipe them on your skirt, taking your seat and grasping your pen with jittery hands. Your phone feels like a brick in your back pocket and you glance around, eyes darting guiltily between the invigilators like they might somehow know you've sneaked it into the exam.

It's only a matter of minutes until everyone's settled in their seats and quiet falls. There's nothing to do now but shut out your worries and do what you're here to do. You close your eyes, trying to block out the hurricane of thoughts in your head, taking a deep breath in and holding it before you let out a shaky exhale. Your chest feels like it's being squeezed in a vice.

"You may begin your exam. You have two hours to complete your paper. If you need anything please raise your hand and wait for an invigilator to come to your desk."

Your eyes scan the paper and the words seem to swim in front of your eyes. You blink once, twice, your head feeling light and your vision blurring.

Focus Y/N... don't think about anything but the exam... don't think about Van...

It's impossible though. He's like a fucking intruder, stealing into your dreams at night and lingering there during waking hours. Your brain feels like a tangled web of remembered facts and crucial information mixed with worries and anxieties and emotions and you can't separate the two. You feel panic rising, cold nervous dread churning in your gut, your breath coming in short sharp gasps as you try to compose yourself and calm the fuck down.

All around you your fellow students are focussed, heads dipped low, pens scratching roughly as they commit everything they've learnt to paper. It's the only sound you can hear above your laboured breathing that you're trying hard to control. Your heart's hammering that hard you can feel the rush of anxiety-induced adrenaline whooshing through your veins.

You want to do well, you need to do well, the prospect of failing your exams isn't an option. You can't possibly retake the whole year, your funds are tight enough as it is and your poor parents have worked their fingers to the bone to fund your living expenses for this year. Not that you've helped matters with your incessant partying and refusal to knuckle down and work hard. Now you're paying the price. The pressure to perform weighs on you heavily, but what grates on you even more is the nagging unwelcome thought in your head that despite all this the main reason you want to do well is for him.

Nice one Y/N... so much for being a strong, independent woman!

The feminist inside you shakes her head, thoroughly disgusted. You were never like this before. You always put yourself first, you did things for you and you alone, never a man. Even when things had gone sour with your ex you kept your dignity. You didn't cry or lose your shit in front of him, you didn't beg for him to take you back or wage a jealous revenge campaign against him. You dusted yourself down and moved right on, showing him exactly what he was missing as you vowed to make your university experience as fun and as memorable as possible... without the interference of unscrupulous men.

Look how well that turned out.

You're losing yourself now... and it's over a man... an engaged man no less who likely only wants you to satisfy his filthy primal urges and keep his balls emptied. As much as he says he saw your potential right from the start he only took an interest in you due to the shortness of your skirt and your promiscuous nature. When you've dropped out of your course due to failing your exams he'll drop you like a hot rock and then you'll be left with nothing. A wasted year of studies with zero left to show for it but a black mark on your education history, a hefty debt, a broken heart and a realisation that you've been whoring yourself out for a man who doesn't even care enough about you to send a simple text to wish you luck on such an important day.

And everyone will be able to see what a failure you really are.

You steal a glance to your right to see Erica hunched over her paper, her expression determined as she scrawls with fast strokes, her eyes darting back and forth across the page. She's probably memorised the contents of every textbook and scholarly article knowing her, sure to ace her exams with the highest grades without even trying. Benji's at the front of the hall, you can just make out his curly mop of hair as you crane your neck, then your eyes flick up to the clock on the wall and your dread increases. Ten minutes have already passed and you've not even digested the first question yet.

You've always suffered from exam anxiety but never like this before. With each passing second your head feels lighter, your airways squeezed tighter, the beads of sweat gathering at the nape of your neck forming into a tiny rivulet and tricking down your spine, causing an involuntary shiver which you can't stop, your limbs starting to tremble. You grip the desk, feeling like the walls of the vast exam hall are closing in on you. Everything looks fuzzy as you raise your head to see a tall figure striding through the rows of desks towards you.

"Y/N... are you alright? You look like you're gonna pass out."

It's Johnny again, right in front of you, bending over your desk so he can whisper quietly into your ear.

"Uh... uhhh... I don't feel... so good," you stutter out, your stress levels rising even more as you hear the sound of a hundred other students shifting in their seats to look in your direction, curious and annoyed to know who the source of the disruption is. "I... I think I'm having a... uhhh... a panic attack. I c... can't breathe right."

The last few words are accompanied by a muffled sob as tears flood your eyes, blurring your vision even more.

"Come on... come with me. Up you get."

Johnny's still quiet but his voice has the gently commanding edge of someone taking control of the situation, and boy do you need someone to take charge. You're spiralling fast, your panic picking up momentum, your legs shaking as he slides a hand around your waist, supporting you as he gently pulls you up on to your feet.

"B... but I can't," you weakly protest, confused and worried about the impact of leaving your exam before you've even written your name on the paper. "The exam... I'll fail..."

"Don't worry about that... just come on... leave your things behind."

You drop the pen that you've still got clutched between your shaky fingers, eyes darting around to sheepishly take in the disgruntled expressions of your fellow students. If looks could kill Erica would be filling in your grave right about now, muttering her contempt as you avert your eyes, mortified to be causing a scene.

You let Johnny lead you along, half slumped into his comforting warmth, shuffling quickly and quietly down the row of desks towards the head of the hall where a stern looking man who you presume is the head invigilator taps at the face of his watch.

"Remember... twenty minutes tops." He tells Johnny who nods curtly and whisks you along, pushing through the door and out into the corridor.

"What's going on?" You gasp as you suck deep lungfuls of air which feel a lot fresher than the stuffy atmosphere of the exam hall. "I just needed a minute. I can't skip this exam, I can't come back and repeat the year, I just can't! I need to go back in."

You dart for the door but Johnny doesn't let you get far, strong arms wrapping around you as he pulls you back. "You can't go back in yet, look at you, you're shaking like a leaf! Thought you were gonna faint or something."

He reaches up to wipe a stray tear from your cheek, the pad of his thumb brushing tenderly over your skin before he's quickly pulling back like he almost forgot where he was for a moment, a small shake of his head. "Seriously love, you're in no fit state to sit the exam right now. If we can get you calmed down before half past you can go back in and take your exam. I can file a report to say what's happened, the markers'll take it into account."

"B... but..." you stutter, but Johnny shushes you, steering you forward to a small room off the corridor.

"No buts lass, you're gonna do as you're told for once, okay?"

He cracks a warm grin then, reassuring as he guides you inside and over to a desk so you can perch on the edge. You immediately slump down, relieved to take the pressure off your shaky legs. You still feel lightheaded, your breathing unsteady as Johnny takes hold of your hands and urges you to look up at him.

"Look at me, c'mon, it'll be alright. I know you can do this Y/N, I believe in you. You just need to breathe okay? Deep breath in..."

He pulls a gulp of air into his lungs to demonstrate, waiting for you to follow suit, counting slowly when you do. "1... 2... 3... 4... 5... that's it. Let it out now. You got this, you're gonna be okay. You're doing great."

He does it again and again, his voice calm and soothing, his demeanour gentle and encouraging. All the time he's rubbing his thumbs over the backs of your hands, tiny soothing touches as he guides you slowly out of your panicked state. Soon enough you can feel the tension starting to leave your body, the sound of Johnny's calming voice clouding over your worries.

"Feeling a bit better now?" He asks after a short while, cupping your hands together in his before he's lifting one up to press a soft kiss against it.

You nod, allowing a small smile. You were just thinking that Johnny would treat any student in need the same but the affectionate gesture sets you apart, the way he's looking down on you with that glow of fondness that stirs a warmth in the pit of your belly.

"I don't know what came over me, I mean I hate exams, they always make me anxious but I've never reacted like that before. I just couldn't think straight, and then I started to panic, and then I couldn't breathe..."

"It's how your body deals with stress... it’s a completely natural reaction." He finally releases your hands to gently stroke down your bare arms, watching you carefully with a soft smirk. "Think you’re about ready to go back in?”

"I… I think so," you mumble, nerves still simmering as you contemplate walking back into the exam hall, how everyone will turn to look at you again. "Better go back and face the music I suppose. Thank you... for everything... for looking out for me. I don't know what I would've done if you weren't there."

"No thanks needed," he replies, stepping back. "But just a second, let me go and get you a glass of water quick. It's a hot day and it's bloody stuffy in that exam hall. We don't want you having a relapse do we?"

You thank him and watch as he turns to leave, leaving you alone, sitting there swinging your legs, glancing around the room. You feel foolish now, losing your shit in front of all your fellow students like that. They probably all think you're faking it to get out of your exam, hoping you'll claw back some marks from a sympathetic examiner. And what will Van think?

Shit... there he is again, popping into your thoughts uninvited.

You groan internally, your hand automatically sliding round into the back pocket of your skirt, grasping for your phone. You need to be careful, if anyone were to see you with it in the middle of an exam you'll be in big trouble, likely facing an academic misconduct investigation, the consequences inordinately serious.

But you're not planning on getting caught. The room's windowless, you're all alone.

You slip the phone out, quickly unlocking it, letting out a giant exhale of relief as you see the troublesome message still on the screen... unsent.

Thank fuck for that...

"Y/N... what the hell d'ya think ya doing?"

How the hell did Johnny get back here so quick? You can tell by the look on his face that you're in trouble... big trouble.

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Love Again

Chapter 8

Sam’s pov

Being in LA for the past two weeks was incredible. We arrived, fought the jetlag and got ready to start this North America tour. I had to do some interviews as well as a photoshoot that are all going to be released throughout the tour to get even more promo out and make myself and my music even more interesting and appealing to the American audiences. I’m never too crazy about those tasks but it’s part of this job. At least we’re finally on location and ready to play our first gig tonight in Los Angeles, and it’s at the legendary Troubadour no less. We’re all buzzing, even uncle Elton said he’d be there tonight. Everything still feels so unreal.

I’ve been with the boys all day, it’s just gone past 5pm as we walk out of soundcheck and into the backstage area to wind down and prepare for tonight.

The minute I sit down and turn my phone back on I’m bombarded with notifications. At least 8 messages make my phone vibrate and light up as well as 5 missed calls. And they’re all from Amber. My breath gets caught in my throat thinking the worst. So without even checking the texts I excuse myself and step out of the room to ring her back.

After several seconds and me ready to give up, she answers.

“Finally” I mumble before addressing her “Ambs you okay? A’ve just got me phone back and seen all your calls and messages” I try to listen for any signs of distress or where she might be. But the line is eerily quiet. I hear her exhale before she finally speaks

“What were you doing all day? Did you have fun?” she asks me in a very snippy and annoyed tone.

“Ehm, what d’ya mean? We’ve been prepping for tonight and just got done with soundcheck” I pinch the bridge of my nose out of pure confusion “You alreet, pet?” I ask again.

“Don’t know” she hisses into the phone and I’m really just getting more confused by the minute. What is she on about?

“You tell me! Given that its past midnight in London now which means you’ve completely missed our first Valentine’s Day together” she snaps at me.

Oh. Okay. Thank god it’s nothing serious.

I clear my throat before I respond “Look Ambs, I’m sorry I’ve missed it. My mind’s just on the gig tonight and everything going right. A wasn’t even aware that was today.

“But Saam” she whines “This would’ve been our first one together. I wanted to speak to you or facetime you all day”

I don’t want her to think I don’t care, but this is absolutely the last and least important thing on my mind today.

“Well, it’s still the 14th where I am” I try to appease her with that “So technically a divvent miss it”

She’s pondering over my words and I’m waiting for her to say something

“Ceemon, it’s not like a’ve done this on purpose. I miss yous” I smile down the phone

“Fine, alright” she tries to sound annoyed but I can hear the smile in her voice, knowing I’ve won her over with that “I miss you too babe. It’s killing me that I can’t even come over and visit you”

“Me too. But we’ll make it work aye”.

Before I know it, 20 minutes have passed and I need to get back to the lads.

“I’ve got to go now. Elton John will be here tonight and he’s coming early to have a chat and give us a pep talk, right.” I chuckle at her. I’m so excited to see him again and actually have him in the audience tonight. Proper VIP treatment just for him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, again. ‘m sorry a couldn’t be there today”

“Thanks babe, happy V-Day!” she says excitedly “Good luck tonight, I wish I was there with you”.

Stepping back into our little green room I make a mental note of having chocolates and a bouquet of her favourite flowers delivered to her tomorrow.

Y/N pov

Being on tour for almost four weeks already was the best and most amazing feeling. Traveling with the girls, exploring new cities, playing music to new audiences almost every night was everything I’ve always wanted to do. But on a day like today, I was very grateful to have some time off and start a very chill Sunday by waking up late and staying in bed for a bit. And given that we were playing two shows in Rome our label actually splurged and we were staying in a hotel for the time being. This Valentine’s Day couldn’t have started better.

At 11 am I finally decide to leave the bed and go shower, so I can start the day proper. February 14th was one of my favorite days ever since I was in high school. I didn’t have a boyfriend at the time but me and my friends tried to make it special for each other. Writing sweet and silly letters to each other, getting flowers or a cheap bracelet from Claire’s we’d been swooning over at the mall. It didn’t matter how much or if we’d even spent any money at all, it was always about showing love and affection to the people around you, the people in your life that you love and cherish, and couldn’t imagine living without.

So I’ve got a special day planned for my girls today.

Walking into the en suite bathroom and opening Spotify to enjoy some music while I shower and get ready. But a message catches my eye and as soon as I open it and see who it’s from, my mood gets even better and I smile down at my phone.

Morning sunshine! I hope you’re having a blessed day. Missing you over here, bun San Valentino mi amore 😘😉😂  

Cackling at Johnny’s text and use of obnoxious pet names and emojis, I quickly type back

Thanks so much mi amore! You just made this day THAT much more special x 😍😘     

My response dripping with sarcasm but it’s actually very impressive and sweet that Johnny remembered how much I love this day.

Fifteen minutes later I step out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and my damp hair falling over my shoulders. I lower the volume on my phone as I see Donna is back in our room. She acknowledges me with a quick “Good morning sleepyhead! Ready for the big day?” and as she turns around to me she sports a big smile and a mirth in her eyes that I can’t quite place.

“Yes, I’m going to be so disgustingly corny and loved up with all of you today” I grin at her before sitting down on my bed and looking down to scroll on my phone. Missing her smirk and the not so subtle bouquet of pink, violet and white flowers that’s now sitting on our vanity table. Next to it is a little bag filled with a The Safest Place EP, Johnny’s second band that I’ve supported and been a huge fan of since day one. And he promised me I’d be one of the first people to hear their music once they have enough songs to make an EP. The last item on the table are two pistachio croissants neatly placed inside an open cardboard box. One of my absolute favorite Italian treats, and now that they’re from a bakery in Rome, they must be absolutely heavenly.

“Someone’s already beat you to it. By the looks of it” looking up at her with confusion evident on my face, she just nods her head to the side and my eyes follow the direction until they land on the items on the table.

I gasped before quickly dropping my phone onto the mattress and stepping closer to investigate.

“What?” I whisper in disbelieve. “Did…did you get me this” I ask her bewildered

“Nope” she lets the p pop and just smirks at me some more “I believe they are from a certain Mr Bond” she walks past me, squeezes my arm gently and walks out onto the small balcony of our room. She’s giving me some privacy because she knows I’m going to want to talk to Johnny immediately.

Reaching for my phone again and starting a facetime call, I walk back over to the table to investigate some more. After only a few rings he picks up

“Hiyaaa” he almost shouts into the phone, the biggest Cheshire grin on his face “A’m guessing you got your present?”

“Johnny, this is crazy” I’m still a bit shocked and at a loss for words “How did you even…this is too much…” I trail off again

“It’s not. I know how much you love this day and that you’re treating the girls today. But you deserve some of that too aye” his smile softer now. My eyes get a bit teary at that. Johnny really is one of the best people I know.

“Do you like the flowers? Did you look at everything yet?” he asks excitedly.

“They’re so beautiful John!” and as I move closer to smell them, a smile forms on my face. I don’t have a lot to say, still a bit overwhelmed by this gesture so we just look at each other, my happy expression saying enough.

I reach my hand into the little pink paper bag and pull out a black and dark blue colored 7” vinyl. The Safest Place EP written on top of its case.

“Omg Johnny that’s you” I shout excitedly, looking at my phone screen again. He just laughs at my outburst

“Aye! I promised you, didn’t I?” he grins at me and I’m bursting with pride now. This means it’s official now, Johnny’s new band is ready for take-off and I hope they get to play many incredible gigs in the near future. This is such a good start.

“I’m so proud of you B, this is amazing! Thank you so much! For all of this” taking a moment to just look at him.

His warm blue eyes stare back at me, the softest look on his handsome face. I can feel his genuine care and good intentions just by looking at him.

He asks me about my plans today, he wants to know again how life on tour has been and how I’m feeling with all of this happening and my hard work finally paying off.

I can feel my thoughts drifting. Thinking about recent months, what happened between me and Sam and how different both men have been treating me. Even though things with Sam started very rough this year, and it still doesn’t feel like we made up and are back to being close friends, just how it was before that New Years party. We still need to have a proper conversation, in person, and he needs to show me that I can trust him again, unconditionally. But maybe we’re getting there now, after he contacted me that very first day of tour. Unfortunately, I haven’t heard much else from him since then.

And Johnny on the other hand, he’s been such a wonderful friend since we met years ago. I never thought I’d feel any differently for him, surprisingly, even after we shared a kiss one night a couple years ago. There was a tension between us that night, I think it was after one of his last shows with Catfish and something about him fresh off stage just made me see him differently. There was wine flowing and the adrenaline was high. So we made out that night. It was great, and it didn’t even feel like a mistake afterwards. But it was only a spur of the moment impulse and we just went on being friends.

I realize now that the feeling I had back then, might be coming back. For the past two months Johnny’s been such a constant in my life, almost taking Sam’s place. And although that thought was a bit scary, it doesn’t make me feel bad. Johnny was looking out for me, checking up when he knew I wasn’t feeling the best. Without either of us knowing really, he’s become one of the most important people this year, making me feel okay, making me feel special and understood. Showing me I can trust him. And without even realizing, Johnny Bond has warped his way into a very special place in my heart. And now looking back at the gifts I’ve just received from him, returning my gaze back to his lovely face on my phone screen, I really don’t think I’d want it any other way.     

“I think I should go now B. Finally get dressed and leave the hotel room for a bit”

“Sure, yea” he looks at me with a pout but the sarcasm is coming through and I know he wants me to enjoy my time with the band now.

“Thanks again my sweet” I wink at him before blowing a kiss and with his last “Bye, sunshine” we end the call and I take a moment to take all of this in. Smiling to myself before I quickly get dressed and call for Donna that we can leave to meet the others.

[catb-fics]

Going to start uploading this story here soon!

"Well... I couldn't just leave it ignored. You'd need to be punished of course."

His words light a fire between your legs as a dark part of you stirs comes to life. Your pulse races and your breathing deepens.

"Van..." you begin, but your words don't come.

They catch in your throat as he leans in, one hand flat on the wall and the other rising up, two of his fingers trailing gently down your jaw. You swallow deeply, anticipation thick in the air as his fingers come to rest on your chin, tipping your head back so you have no choice but to look up at him.

"It's not Van to you, it's Sir... You got that?"

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Tethered Bonds

✽ Poly 141 x f!reader (Omegaverse AU)

A lucky stroke of fate led you right into the arms of your alpha soulmates. But is it everything you dreamed it would be or just the continuation of a nightmare?

Main Masterlist ✽ Ao3

✽ Part One - A twisted fate

I'm gonna be honest: this came to me in a tired, period induced haze and I have no idea what the hell I'm doing but the bunnies would not let me stop until I finished it. Was supposed to be a oneshot... until it wasn't XD Hoping this is just gonna be a short little pet project on the side. Lemme know if I missed any triggers!

Trigger warnings: SA (not by the 141), biting, claiming, angst, depression, hurt/no comfort, self harm

[Edit 7/16/24: updated relationship tags]

The parking lot was a certified mess to navigate, a veritable winter hellscape with the continual snowfall keeping the pavement slick and churning around spinning wheels to create a thick dirty slush. Packed cars fought for spaces towards the front of the store, wanting to avoid the headache of trudging through sloppy sleet, heavy carts overflowing with expensive gifts and last minute groceries.

Parents loaded up their trunks for their upcoming banquets. Little ones chattered in youthful exuberance about brightly wrapped packages and a jolly fat man. Festively dressed bell ringers exhausted their muscles for the cause of charity, offering joyous smiles to those passing by gracious enough to offer a token. Even six inches of heavy wet snowfall were not enough to deter shoppers from their mood. Coupled with the obnoxiously boisterous music that met you at the door it was almost impossible not to get swept up in the infectious holiday spirit.

Almost.

You hadn’t bothered joining the chaotic dominance for prime parking, opting to choose the very last row towards the street instead of wasting precious minutes yelling profanities out the window to an uppity pack trying to steal your spot. The harsh wind burned your face and nipped at your skin, pulling the woolen scarf tighter around your neck and up over your bitten nose. You avoided eye contact with the chipper lady at the front, not wanting to feel guilty for not donating when you barely had enough to scrape by as it is.

Normally you avoided venturing out this close to Christmas unless absolutely necessary. Holidays haven't meant much to you in recent years since your parent’s untimely passing and you hated the constant reminder of ‘the most wonderful time of the year’. Sure, there were still your other two alpha fathers, but they’d opted for someplace warmer in their age and visitation was difficult with your busy work schedule. Your younger brother wasn’t almost worth mentioning with his new prissy family somewhere up north. That bridge was burned the day he called you a harlot.

Needless to say, you’d become something of a grinch.

You’d been miserably sick the week prior and ate through most of your stockpile of hoarded food, not enough remaining to keep blowing off shopping with the bustling crowds. If you wanted to last past New Years then a trip into town was unavoidable.

The intense blast of hot air from the overhead heaters thawed your aching bones upon entering the store, shaking the accumulated dampness from your head and shoulders but leaving the thick cloth covering the lower half of your face. It would help you in your endeavors to get through the aisles expediently without irritating your delicate omega olfactory senses. 

It got harder to distinguish the source of fragrances this time of year, when folk spent their days burrowed away from the bitter cold surrounded by the comforts of the season. A chilled glass of rich subtly spiced eggnog, smokey cedar logs crackling in the hearth, sweet woodsy pine wreaths and garlands wrapped around thick oak banisters, trees decorated with peppermint candy canes and dried strings of popcorn. 

Gingerbread, mulled wine, cinnamon, orange, clove; a bountiful buffet of complementary aromas. Your own father had smelled of cranberry sauce once upon a time (it made the holidays that much harder when he was gone). And with so many people filling the space - even with the heating fans working overtime trying to filter out most of it - it could get difficult trying to figure out whether a boozy scent originated from a lovely beta or the soaked rum cake she was placing in her cart.

Honestly if it weren't for the outrageous delivery fees you would've had the groceries dropped off instead of enduring the aggressive pheromones floating through the air. Alas this was one of your few exceptions to your hermit lifestyle.

Truthfully, it wasn’t just December that had you hesitant to leave the sanctuary of your meager apartment. 

For the past few years, you’d been battling a severe case of agoraphobia, something you’d been working on wholeheartedly with a therapist since the accident that made you so. It had crippled you to the point that even daring to have the blinds open on your windows sent you spiraling into that dark abyss of cackling distress, panic consuming every last ounce of breath until you found yourself minutes later curled up on the bathroom floor, lightheaded and queasy.

Nausea was a constant in your life, along with the cold sweat that had you sleeping on a towel just to keep from ruining your bedsheets. Lethargy was embedded in your muscle fibers. A searing ache in your throat. The painful deep tugging in your chest an ever present reminder of the uphill battle you fought each time you opened your crusty sleep filled eyes. Depression was your best friend, curled around you in a false sense of comfort where it was easier to slip into a maladaptive headspace than face the truth of your harsh reality.

But despite the physical manifestations of your trauma, you’d made good strides so far with your weekly sessions. It had been a difficult road getting to this point and your therapist praised you for your dedication to not letting it hinder the life you had ahead. You weren’t sure what it looked like, but you tried all the same.

Like a hound that heard you calling, that ominous presence that filled you with dread came crawling into the back of your skull, mittened hand discreetly itching at the wool around your neck and scratching the irritated skin beneath. Forcing yourself to take a few deep breaths until it settled, you grabbed one of the many baskets available and began the trek weaving down the rows of food.

Christmas was about a week away and the mobs were out in full force. Thankfully the items you were on the hunt for were not the same ingredients needed by everyone else. There was the occasional overlap of things like milk, eggs, bread, etc. But there was no call for a full sized turkey or spiraled ham; no sweet potato casserole or chocolate yule log to bake. Just some bologna, shredded cheese, a couple packs of ramen, and a few other household things here you were running low on. 

Maybe for the hell of it you’d stop in the frozen section and find yourself a mini cheesecake to splurge on for when you inevitably opened that bottle of fireball sitting on the shelf come next Tuesday, forced to listen to your upstairs neighbors' horrendous attempts at Christmas caroling.

Halfway through the store, your browsing was interrupted by an alluring scent swirling somewhere nearby.

Citrusy. Acidic. Sweet. Airy. 

Your scarf had slipped off your face when you bent down to grab something off the lower racks, exposing you to the freshly baked goods across the way. Someone nearby was carrying a batch of lemon cupcakes, your mouth watering as the scent invaded your tastebuds and forced a pleasant hum from the back of your throat. 

Something curled in your chest like a finger beckoning forward, begging for an acknowledgement that had you standing at rapt attention. Your body seemed to move on its own, head swiveling like a rickety chair, scanning the nearby vicinity - for what, you couldn’t say. The inner omega that prowled just underneath the surface vibrated restlessly, choking back a needy whine while your eyes swept over the closest individuals. Something primal had called out to you, throwing your hormones out of whack, piecing together invisible clues so obviously standing right in front of you. 

The summery concoction felt so out of place in the harsh winter months, swirling and nagging at the base of your spine, urgent and loud and taking up too much space until you felt like you could drown in its tang–

Your muscles locked in place, gaze affixed to something - someone - at the end of the aisle. 

A big someone. An alpha.

And he was massive.

There was a natural musculature that came with the inherited alpha genetics. Beta’s could grow to a similar size if they worked at it, but there was a casual arrogance that was impossible to mistake with the former designation. Even still, this man towered over most others in the vicinity, lesser alphas giving a wide berth to the intimidating figure currently staring down at his phone screen. Thick grey hoodie pulled up over his head, a black military jacket layered over top. Dark wash jeans led down to warm boots hefty enough to stomp a man’s skull in. Messy dark blonde hair peeked out from up top, a black surgical mask covering the lower half of his face from view.

He couldn’t have given off any more ‘don’t fuck with me’ vibes if he had it tattooed across his forehead. There was nothing sinister about his bearing per se - one hand casually shoved into a coat pocket as he leaned back against one of the dessert displays - but there was a coiled alertness that gave you the distinct impression he was more aware of his surroundings than he led you to believe.

One thing was for certain: you were never more sure of anything in your less than perfect life that that man was your scent match.

Your lungs expanded in your chest to drink in more of his scent. Palms turned sweaty, hair on the back of your neck prickled, the weight of the basket on your arm all but forgotten. Your throat parched at the prospect of getting to shove your face against his scent gland and taste the delectable lemony goodness right off his skin. 

People went lifetimes never meeting their perfect scent matches. The odds of you ever encountering one wasn’t even worth holding out hope for. Over seven billion people on the planet and you had to win an epic fucking lottery to get as lucky as you just did. Bonding ceremonies like that made the news for how rare it was. You’d never even dreamed of this happening, making peace with the idea that mates only existed in fairytale romance.

You just about dropped your groceries when he was joined shortly thereafter by another gorgeous male, slightly shorter by a few inches and not as broadly built. Rich dark skin, effortlessly cool street style, short black curls, and a dazzling pearly white smile.

This new alpha didn’t seem to flinch in the presence of the other, lemon cupcake glancing up only briefly to acknowledge the newcomer whose toasted coconut aroma barrelled right into you, colliding like a runaway freight at an unguarded intersection. Gulping down mouthfuls of air like a fish heaving on dry land, your head spun wildly at the nutty intrusion; smokey yet sweet, conjuring images of a warm evening bonfire on a lush sandy beach. 

Hope bloomed in your chest something fierce and bright. Your omega preened in unbridled delight, pawing at the surface, eager to get her hands on the two beautiful specimens whose every atom screamed ‘mine’. Tears stung behind your eyes, a mixture of relief and elation, vibrant like bursting fireworks and twinkling Christmas lights. 

What would you say to them? Do you approach them first? Should you wait for them to scent you back or try to pretend you didn’t smell them yet? What did their voices sound like? You could see their lips moving, even if the ones’ were hidden behind a surgical mask. Tenor, baritone, rumbly bass? What were their names? Where did they live? Was this really happening right now?! 

Something twisted and gnarled sunk its claws into your subconscious, rearing its ugly head in protest at the newfound revelation, but for the first time in years you didn’t fucking care. 

They were here. Your alphas. Your pack. Your salvation.

“Babes!” 

Decadent chocolate floated past you, a small apology from her lips as the omega brushed by, bumping her arm against yours on the way to her intended destination. You’d hardly noticed, too caught up in your own inner monologue and girlish fantasies to barely manage a quiet ‘no worries’.

For a split second, your eyes met coconut’s beautiful luscious brown, breath catching in your throat as the object of your desire finally seemed to take note of your existence. It was like gazing into the threads of the universe, pulling taut between you in a cosmic symphony that brought your stardust back together from whence it scattered at the dawn of time. 

A perfect part of an incomplete whole.

…until those shimmering umber pools shifted left, aimed at the bubbly figure headed right towards them. 

Huh?

Confusion as both alphas turned their full undivided attention to the dark haired omega, holding out a box of something for them to inspect and smiling when it met their approval, an affectionate pat on the head from lemon for her success that left her beaming with pride. 

That’s when you noticed it - peeking out underneath the collar of her elegant peacoat. A faint white crescent moon shaped scar, standing out against her lightly tanned skin, a matching one a little farther down. 

Mating bites. A bonded omega. 

And your scent matched alphas were gazing lovingly at her as if she’d hung the stars. 

She was theirs. They’d already found their mate. 

And it wasn’t you.

Something died in your chest, a broken scream torn silent from your soul as it condensed into a burning black hole. Agony unlike anything you’ve ever known, piercing your fragile heart and burrowing like a plague into your veins until the sickness had spread to every corner of your being. Your omega clawed at her eyes, willing the visions in front of you to vanish like a twisted mirage, begging for a bullet to erase the image of coconut planting a soft forehead kiss before wrapping an arm around her waist and turning to leave. 

A dejected whine ripped from your throat as you took an unconscious step forward, hand vaguely outreached, instincts screaming to chase after them and make them choose you instead of her. But you did no such thing. You watched helplessly as the alphas who were supposedly destined for you by the stars turned their backs on your pathetic existence.

This couldn't be happening. Why was this happening?! Please turn around!!!

With the same circulating air that had guided their scents to you, the wind in the store shifted.

Lemon cupcake went ramrod straight, whipping his head around so fast you were worried it’d go flying off his shoulders. It was uncanny the way he immediately zeroed in on your poor trembling figure, standing in the middle of a crowded aisle, uncaring to the concerned glances of the other shoppers as he unknowingly ruined your life. 

Recognition sparked deep behind voided irises before going completely neutral, steeling his expression but remaining unmoving as stone. It’s like the two of you were locked into place, orbiting each other by an invisible tether, watery eyes begging the ones staring back to please… please not leave you behind.

Coconut halted in his own step at the end of the aisle, sniffing the air for a moment with a furrowed brow, glancing over his shoulder at lemon, asking him something too far away to overhear. You can only assume the contents of his reply, the slightest shift of his mask the only tell he’d responded before coconut turned to face you as well.

This time garnered more of a physical reaction than the last, jaw dropping while staring just as unabashedly as his alpha companion. Eyes swept from head to toe, cataloging every minute detail the same as you’d done to them. Pupils dilated exponentially, nostrils flaring taking in the crisp pear scent you exuded, memorizing every facet and swallowing it down like a ravenous predator.

What a sight you must’ve made; eyes red and puffy from the tears that now flowed freely from suffering instead of the earlier jubilation, meek and sheepish and falling apart at the seams. What a piss poor impression to give the men fated to be your mates.

There was a brief moment where coconut seemed to match your initial energy, a flash of something saccharine and longing, only for it to collapse under the grueling weight of our fatalistic reality. There was an internal struggle in the crease of his brow, the downturned expression souring behind clenched teeth and tight fists. But more than that there was pity - pity at how you couldn’t have met sooner. Pity that you’d had to discover them like this, a woman on their arm and bite marks on her neck. Pity that they hadn’t had faith that they would be the lucky ones in a packed society.

You can make out a question on the chocolate omega’s perfectly pouty lips, trying to put the jigsaw together as to why her alphas were suddenly acting this way while glancing between the three of you.

Ignoring her, coconut takes a half step forward; you take two steps back. There’s an apology in your watery eyes, a hushed ‘merry christmas’ too strained for their ears. Your heart’s beating too loudly, your breath comes too shallow. You don’t even realize you’re sucking in heaving sobs until a gentle hand of a passerby lands on your shoulder, snapping you out of the chaos of your psyche. 

You can’t take it any more; the shame, the embarrassment, the gut wrenching defeat. 

The basket falls to the floor with a loud clatter, startling the people nearby who let out shrieks and gasps of surprise as the spilled contents inside break open and shatter. Eggs crack, milk pours onto the mud trekked tile, a fragile jar of strawberry jam splatters across someones pristine boots with an indignant shout.

A smooth tenor voice calls out ‘WAIT’, but you’ve already rounded the corner, barreling through the crowds of happy smiles and ecstatic giggles, too torn up inside to feel anything but desolation at the future so cruelly ripped from your fingers.

The crisp frigid air smacks the breath from your lungs, winter boots slapping on the slushy frozen ground. The squeal of brakes accompanies you as you sprint uncaringly through the bustling traffic, horns honking and voices shouting, muffled and far away as you drown in the whirlwind of your mind. It’s a miracle you’re not hit by a car, an even bigger one that you make it back to your own unscathed.

Slamming the car door shut, you smack your padded palms repeatedly against the steering wheel, banshee wailing your vocal cords raw in despair. The dark presence creeps in once more, a mocking chill down your spine as it caresses your fractured soul. The nausea comes back full force, the tugging on your chest, the burning in your throat. There’s a desperation as you tear your fitted mittens off, reaching under the woolen scarf and incessantly scratching at the irritated skin until it shreds under your nails. The pain doesn't register through your emotional torment, blocking out the inner voice until it inevitably slinks back into the shadows after its bitter lick of victory.

Panting hard, your head slumps back against the cloth headrest, stewing in the silence of misery and defeat, the distant joyful bells of Christmas the only company you have on this cold winter’s night.

It takes a few tries to fit the key in your deadbolt, blinking through tears now frozen to your eyelashes. There’s no recollection of how you even made it home in your brittle mental state. For all you knew were twelve civilians flattened like pancakes on the side of the road and a warrant out for your arrest. 

Wouldn’t that be nice? A break from having to pay bills and function like an adult.

Stumbling through the door, the sparse furnishings of your minimal studio glare at you, flipping them off as you shuck the damp outer layers from your frail form. A mess to be cleaned up another day.  

It wasn't just the rejection of your fated mates you were facing. It was the knowledge that your entire future had been ripped away and no amount of hot glue could piece it back together. Today’s revelation was the final nail in the coffin for the rest of your life.

The bathroom lights flickered with dying bulbs, something that had been on your shopping list tonight and was now being swept off the floor along with everything else you’d left behind. It didn’t stop you from locating the first aid kit under your sink, setting it on the ceramic counter and pulling out the well loved supplies inside.

You avoided staring at your gaunt reflection, not wanting to see the person looking back as you tugged at the thick scarf looped around your neck. The constricting material tore away with ease, falling into a discarded heap on the floor, revealing the torn mottled flesh hidden underneath. 

Your own set of crescent shaped scars - where the line of your neck connected to the meat of your shoulder, long since healed over and faded with time. The area surrounding it was now swollen and inflamed, raised angry red lines dotted with scrapes like a bad case of road rash, bloody from where you'd furiously clawed at your neck on the car ride home. The only time the fucker in your head shuts up - the connection tethering you emotionally gone silent once he got tired of feeling physical pain across the bond.

Memories came unbidden. Flashes of that fateful encounter coming home late from work, dragged into a sequestered shadowy overhang a few meters down the darkened alleyway. A feral alpha hopped up on something illegal, tearing into your clothes and violating the virginal space between your thighs. The muffled cries as he overpowered you, panting through a rut with his greasy fingers shoved down your throat to silence you, gagging on the musky taste. The scream as his teeth pierced your flesh, the bond snapping taut and stealing your future from you without a thought to your own wishes.

He’d fucked you ragged that night, waking up with your cheek pressed into the damp pavement and his arm slung around your waist from hours earlier. There’d been no one to turn to, no one who would care. By law now you were his - no matter the means it had been done. 

A mating bite was binding. 

You’d crawled away from him, your outfit in tatters hanging loosely over your bruised form, dried blood stuck to your neck and a stabbing pain at your apex. You felt dirty and used and wanted nothing more than to strip the skin from your bones. The unconscious form of the– your alpha flopped prone on his back, crimson stains around his mouth and his flaccid cock still half out of his trousers. The pinpricks on his arm told the tale of a junkie. It’s possible he hadn’t even been fully aware of the crime he’d committed. 

You didn’t stick around to find out.

But you paid for that decision harshly, opting for a life not attached to your abuser, at a steep tormented cost. Bonds weren’t meant to be strained for so long. It starts to cause negative impacts on the pair, the omega bearing the worst of the brunt. Nausea, sweating, pain, dizziness, fatigue. The chronic illnesses you endured day in and day out would stay with you for the rest of your life. So long as he was up and walking free - alive somewhere on the other side of the country - his greasy claws strumming your senses through the connection tethering you eternally.

Only a perfect scent match could override the original bite and free you from the oppressive bonds that shackled you to an invisible alpha - the last remaining hope you had at any semblance of happiness.

And you just lost it.

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[franabz]

★ Post-mission comfort

The day after missions was always the hardest, especially for you. Sore and achey muscles, constant migraines, hypersensitivity, though after having been on the Task Force for a few years now, you grew used to the early morning splintering ear rings from the unsuppressed guns, fellow soldiers shouting commands into your earpiece, and grenades falling way too close for comfort.

Today was no different, an off day in the base was the perfect grounds for hiding away from COs and curling up in your barracks while being spooned by blankets and pillows, letting a Tylenol's sink through your system to numb the aches and pains of post-deployment.

You close your eyes and let your weary muscles relax against your bedsheets, practically melting into the mattress beneath you and tuning out any distant noises or voices from behind the security of the walls of your barracks. Nothing could ruin this-

Knock knock knock

Your eyes open slowly at the sudden sound of knuckles rattling against your door, a heavy sigh escaping your lips and a small pang of irritation crossing your features. "Who is it?" You called out in a hoarse voice, the sound of your exhaustion even surprising you.

"Its J-"

"Come in." You replied before the voice could even finish their sentence, knowing exactly who it was just from their accent alone. The one man that was practically at your hip after missions, Soap.

Like you, he was just as pissy and whiney after missions as you were. Only difference was that he was much more verbal about it than you.

He pushed the door open the second he got the OK, wearing a baggy blue t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants, hands shoved lazily in his pockets. He practically kicked the door closed behind him and immediately made a bee-line for your bed, flopping down beside you on his belly, face buried in your pillow with a leg dangling off the edge.

You sighed and shifted over slightly to face his face-down figure, forcing back a small fond scoff. "You too?" You spoke quietly, tucking a hand under your pillow and lying on your side, facing him.

"M' fuckin' tired..." He complained per usual, causing you to fight back a smile. "Me too." You hummed languidly, feeling your eyelids growing a bit heavier in the stillness of the room.

Soap faintly tilted his head just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes just as heavy as yours were as his soft blue stare met yours. There was a small period of comfortable silence between you two, simply staring at one another, wordlessly expressing your combined exhaustion in the warm room.

Without a word, he closed his eyes and wrapped an arm around your neck, pulling you closer to him and burying his head in the crook of your neck, his forehead resting against your shoulder and his arm tucked comfortably under your arm.

You were a bit surprised at first at his sudden advance, but quickly adjusted and let out a small warm huff, your own body shuffling closer to his and wrapping your arms around his neck and carding your fingers through his mohawk with one hand.

You two have been through a lot together, that was a known fact. You two have been through life or death situations and would take a bullet for one another in a heartbeat if needed. You both grew to deeply appreciate the comfort you two would bring one another, knowing the high stakes of the job and relishing in the moments when you two could just... relax.

"M' tired, dove..." Soap croaked, his voice a bit muffled against your shoulder.

"Then go to sleep, dummy." You smiled slightly, subconsciously holding him a bit closer. He muttered something inaudible that you didn't quite pick up, though you assumed it was probably something dumb and sappy.

You two simply relaxed again one another, enjoying the cozy moment as if it was the last.

[gemini-sensei]

This came to mind and I thought it was funny for a moment but them it just turned sad. So have it.

Robby: How are you so normal?

Lawrence!Reader, who grew up with Johnny as a parent: What do you mean?

Robby: I mean, how come you're so well off? Like emotionally?

Lawrence!Reader: I don't know what you think normal is, but it's definitely not this. I'm not emotionally well off.

Robby: How come?

Lawrence!Reader: Well, for starters, I don't think picking up our hungover father off the floor everyday was normal. Certainly not sobering him up to make him go to work. What else?

Robby: How did you know how to sober him up?

Lawrence!Reader: I poured cold water over his head and that usually did the trick.

Robby: Damn. He sucks.

Lawrence!Reader: Tell me about it.

[homesickwhispers]

best friend.

(Van x Reader x Bondy)

When Van confronts you for being a little “too close” to Bondy, you decide to test just how far his limits go.

warning: NSFW content

reaally nervous about this one…hope you guys enjoy it though 💙

The night is buzzing.

The tickets for the show were sold out in minutes, and I can hear the muffled sounds of the crowd that indicates that the fans are already waiting outside.

The mood is perfectly set, the band is in full swing, and I know I should be too. But instead of focusing on the big night that is upon us, my focus is scattered. I can feel his eyes on me from across the room, watching. Van’s been acting off all night, but I’m trying not to think about it.

I’m standing next to Bondy, who’s been his usual charming self—easygoing, funny, not taking himself too seriously. He cracks a joke, and I laugh, maybe a little harder than necessary, trying to shake the strange tension I’ve been feeling all evening. Bondy grins, nudging me with his elbow.

“See? You don’t need to be so serious all the time,” he teases, leaning in closer, his arm brushing mine.

Bondy and I have gotten really close over the past few weeks and I’m pretty sure Van noticed it.

Johnny is a good, calm presence that I like to have around— not to mention, he is effortlessly attractive.

I laugh again, the sound a little more forced this time. It’s not Bondy—it’s… something else. My eyes flick across the room and land on Van, who’s watching us. His expression is unreadable, but I can feel the weight of his gaze, heavy and intense. He’s been distant since we got here, keeping his distance, but now… now there’s something different in the way he’s looking at me. At us.

Bondy leans in again, saying something I don’t quite catch, but I force a smile and pat his shoulder, pretending to listen. My stomach twists with something I can’t quite name—guilt, maybe, or the fact that I’m too aware of Van, standing just a few feet away, probably fuming beneath the surface.

Bondy’s friendly banter continues, and I can’t shake the feeling that I’m walking a tightrope. I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t. But I do.

I feel uncomfortable when Van acts this way—no constant teasing, no smiling, no touching, just his intense eyes locked onto me. But amid that discomfort, I also feel..powerful. There was something electrifying about being the center of their attention, and it stirred something deep within me.

Bondy was undeniably a good-looking guy. If Van hadn’t caught my attention since day one, I would have been very inclined to try my luck with John. He had this quiet charm that was hard to resist, and I found myself drawn to him in a way I hadn’t expected.

Being next to Bondy felt good, of course, but as the hours passed, I realized how much I craved Van’s presence with us. The way he made me feel—alive and desired—was intoxicating.

They both had their ways of getting under my skin, that was a fact.

I was sure of my attraction to Van, and it wasn’t just physical. I liked his mind, our flirty dynamic, the way we understood each other without words. But for once, I didn’t want to be so uptight about everything.

Maybe I didn’t want to settle for just one thing.

Maybe I didn’t want to choose between the two of them.

Maybe I wanted to give in to that little voice that visited me during those long, quiet nights in the bunk—thinking about the two of my tourmates, taking me together.

The thought sent a thrill through me, awakening an old constant desire.

I didn’t want to be apart from Van, that was obvious, but maybe, for once in my life, I was allowing myself to want more.

Adding Bondy to the equation felt perfect, like exactly what I needed. Something about it felt right, thrilling, and I couldn’t ignore the pressure that was starting to grown between me legs just by imagining the scene.

The truth is, I barely have any real sexual experience. My first and only partner was my ex-boyfriend, and even then, it felt like I never truly explored what I wanted. But now, the thought of being in a room with both Van and Bondy—it’s exhilarating, like something I never thought I’d even consider. Yet here I am. And as crazy as it sounds… I think it might actually happen.

Van had shown me in every way that he wanted me, no doubt about it. He was just waiting for my green light. But what if my green light was actually…Bondy? The thought felt crazy, but somehow, it also felt thrilling.

Maybe I should make him an offer. If he really wants me, Bondy has to be there too. But now he wasn’t even talking to me, and it all felt like I was crumbling down.

It was confusing but exhilarating, this pull I felt toward them both. I could sense the chemistry simmering in the air, a tantalizing tension that left me breathless. I was caught in a whirlwind of emotions, torn between what I knew I wanted and the uncertainty of where it might lead.

I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to explore that desire—to embrace the intensity that was building between us. And if they feel it too.

But I can’t think about that right now. Not with tons of fans of fans eager to see the best show of their lives.

I shook my head as if to brush the dirty, unnecessary thoughts away, and got back to work.

Later, after the show, still feeling buzzed from the crowd, mixed with the adrenaline I got from the undivided attention of Van and Bondy earlier, as I’m heading toward the dressing room, I feel Van behind me before I even hear his voice.

“Having fun with Bondy?” Van’s voice is low, but there’s an edge to it, sharp enough to cut through the haze of the night. I turn around slowly, trying to keep my expression neutral.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask, though I know exactly what he means.

He steps closer, eyes locked on mine. His jaw is clenched, hands shoved in his pockets like he’s trying to keep himself in check. “You seemed real cozy with him tonight.”

I feel the heat rising in me—part frustration, part something else. “You’re kidding, right? We were just talking.”

Van’s gaze darkens. “Sure didn’t look like just talking from where I was standing.”

My pulse quickens, a mix of anger and something I don’t want to admit. I cross my arms, trying to put some distance between us, but it doesn’t help. He’s still too close, his presence overwhelming. “And what if we were doing more than just talking?” I challenge, though my voice isn’t as strong as I want it to be. “Why do you care, Van?”

For a moment, he doesn’t say anything. His eyes are locked on mine, something simmering just beneath the surface. When he finally speaks, his voice is quieter, but it’s laced with something dangerous. “Because he’s not the one who should be making you laugh like that.“

The words hit me like a punch to the chest, knocking the air from my lungs. I open my mouth to say something—anything—but nothing comes out. I can’t move, can’t breathe. All I can do is stare at him, my heart racing.

Van takes another step forward, his voice dropping lower. “I don’t want to see you with him, (Y/N). Not like that. You know your place is by my side. Not his, not anyone’s.”

It’s like the tension between us snaps, the pull that’s been building for weeks finally unraveling all at once. I should be angry, furious even, but instead, all I feel is the heat of his gaze, the way his words sink under my skin.

I take a shaky breath, trying to steady myself. “You don’t get to be jealous, you don’t get to order me around. We are nothing, remember?” I whisper, though it sounds weak even to my own ears.

His eyes soften for a moment, but the tension is still there, humming between us. “Maybe not,” he says, voice rough. “But that doesn’t change the way I feel when I see him touching you.”

My heart skips a beat. The way he feels?

The room feels too small, the air too thick, and I can’t stop looking at him. My mind is racing, but before I can stop myself, I take a step forward, closing the distance between us. “Then why don’t you do something about it?” The challenge hangs between us, my heart pounding.

Van’s eyes flicker with something raw, something he’s been holding back for too long. And before I can think, before I can second-guess myself, his hand is on my waist, pulling me closer. His lips are a breath away from mine, and I can feel the heat of him, the tension that’s been simmering for weeks finally ready to explode.

“I will,” he murmurs, voice low and dangerous. “If you let me.”

I lean into him, our noses almost touching, feeling the heat radiating from his body. A mischievous thought slips out before I can think better of it. “And what if I say I will let you..if you let me have me both of you?”

Van is still, like he stopped breathing for a moment.

I knew I had power over him, and in that moment, all I wanted was to use it, to push the limits and see just how far he would go to have me.

I whisper again, my voice sultry and teasing. “Would you be able to do that, Van? If you want me this bad, will you be able to have it my way?”

His breath catches, surprise flashing in his eyes, followed quickly by a mix of intrigue and disbelief. “(Y/N)…” He trails off, clearly torn between his jealousy and curiosity.

“Come on,” I challenge, stepping back slightly to gauge his reaction. “Are you really going to let Bondy take my attention away? Or are you going to step up? I want you, both of you. And I know you want it too” I run a finger up his chest, enjoying the way he swallows hard under my touch. “I bet you’ve already thought about it.” I add before he can protest. “It’s obvious from here.” I gesture to the bulge in his jeans.

I couldn’t believe my words, but I knew Van would appreciate them in some way. His body definitely did. He loved when I responded to him in the same playful, teasing manner he spoke to me. The thrill of matching his energy sent a rush through me, even if it meant I was suggesting we add a third person into this strange, flirty mix.

There was something exhilarating about the idea, a wild notion that made my heart race. I watched his reaction closely, gauging the shift in his expression as my words hung in the air between us. Would he be open to it? Would he embrace the chaos of what I was proposing?

His expression is still conflicted, but I can tell he’s tempted. It’s there, simmering under the surface, the desire to let go. I see it when he looks at me, and it’s there now, more than ever. And when he shifts even closer, I can smell his musky scent, feel the heat of him. I know he wants it. Wants me. And he’s willing to consider it.

I want to push him further, to make him give in. So I do the one thing that comes to mind, and let my fingers trail over his hard dick through his jeans. He sucks in a sharp breath.

“(Y/N)..This is madness,” he murmurs again, low and warning.

I grab his face a little rougher this time, making sure his eyes meet mine. “If you’re interested in something fun, I’m sure Bondy is too.” I lean in, breathing the words in his ear. “He’s your best friend. He’ll do whatever you ask for. Imagine it, Van. Bondy fucking my ass, you in my pussy and your mouth on my tits, making me moan so hard.” I lean into him again, my lips almost on his, whispering, “Just imagine it.”

For a second, I think I’ve pushed him too far, that he’ll push me away, tell me to leave him the hell alone. But he just blinks a few times, eyes going wide as he takes a deep breath, his hands curling into fists. Then slowly, like he’s giving me every chance to change my mind, he closes the distance between us.

He kisses me—hard and deep, all need and want. My brain shorts out, my knees going weak as my heart slams against my ribs. He holds me up, his hands rough on my waist, his tongue sliding over mine.

God, he’s a good kisser. His mouth is magic, drawing out a moan from deep in my throat. I feel him everywhere, my body arching toward him.

But even as we kiss, I know this isn’t going to be that easy. There’s still Bondy to deal with, and the fact that I’ve just told Van I want them both.

But right now, none of that matters. All I can think about is the taste of Van’s mouth on mine, the way it feels to finally be in his arms.

His mouth is roaming over my throat, my breasts. “You make me fucking insane, you know that?” he murmurs against my skin, his tongue tracing my nipple through my shirt. “I’ve wanted you for so long, and when you touch Bondy, it makes me want to kill him. Now you want me to watch as he fucks you? How am I supposed to do that, (Y/N)? What are you doing to me?”

He kisses me again, not letting me answer him. His tongue tangling with mine, his touch almost angry. He kisses like a man who knows how to please a woman, his mouth skilled and hungry, but somehow I’m not surprised. I knew he’d be good.

Then I’m moving, stumbling backward, his lips still devouring mine. His body presses me into the wall, hands pinning my wrists up above my head. “Please, Van” I beg, my voice husky.

I’m breathing hard, trying to catch my breath as he tears his mouth away. His chest is heaving, eyes burning into mine. “We’ll do it,” he says roughly. “But if we do this, (Y/N), if we bring him with us, it’s only because I want to watch you get fucked, not because I’m okay with him touching you. Do you understand?” The question is sharp, his expression warning.

I nod quickly, unable to process how he can be so possessive and jealous one minute and then so open to sharing me the next.

When he looks at me, there’s something dark in his eyes. “Fucking hell,” he rasps. “Alright. Let’s get this done with, let’s have it your way.” And then, without another word, he kisses me again. Hard and deep.

When he finishes the kiss, he backs away for a second to adjust himself in his pants and then takes my hand in his. His eyes are wild when they meet mine. I have no idea what kind of night we’re about to have, but I’m about to find out. He turns and walks toward the exit, dragging me behind him my heart starts beating even faster as I feel the cold air from outside hitting my face.

We leave the venue, and all the people behind us. I look around at the city that was never so alive before this moment. Van’s gaze locked onto mine, his expression a mix of determination and longing. He knew what I wanted, and he was resolute in his mission to give it to me.

A few hours ago, this wasn’t even a possibility. Just a distant fantasy wandering through my mind. But now, here I was, walking right into it, feeling the weight of anticipation settle over me like a second skin.It felt like I was standing on the edge of a thrilling cliff, ready to leap into the unknown.

Van’s grip tightened just a little pulling me out of my thoughts, and I felt my pulse quicken. My heart pounded in my chest, my body suddenly hyper-aware of everything—the warmth of his skin, the tension in the air. I was excited, but also nervous. I knew he wouldn’t let his jealousy fade that quickly.

When we finally reach Bondy’s room, Van knocks before opening the door, keeping his arm securely around my waist. He closes the door behind us with a firm click and pulls me closer, his grip possessive like he had something to prove.

As I said, we weren’t together. But Bondy wasn’t blind—no one in the band was. They could all see how Van spent every single moment of his free time around me, flirting, touching. They weren’t dumb, and Van definitely didn’t waste any time letting them know I was his, even if it wasn’t official.

So the sight of him suddenly appearing at Bondy’s room, with his dick practically popping out of the jeans while he presses himself against me, probably wasn’t a surprise for his bandmate, who barely reacted to us. Bondy just gave a small nod, like this was exactly what he’d expected.

With Van, I could always feel confident. He made it easy to be like that—always talkative, always flirting, always saying the dirtiest things he had in mind. He always seemed pleased when I matched his energy and I knew it was only a matter of time before we ended up in a room together.

But Bondy? Sure, he cracked some jokes around me, but I could never read him the way I could with Van. So when we stepped into his room, all the bold words and attitude I had earlier seemed to disappear.

The atmosphere shifted as the closed door, trapped us in the intimate space of Bondy’s room. I could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe.

Me, Van, and Bondy had been in the same room countless times, but this one specific time it felt like too much to handle. There was an electric tension in the air, a palpable anticipation that set my skin on fire.

The playful banter I had been so used to with both of them suddenly felt distant, and all I could focus on was the pounding of my heart and the heat rising in my cheeks.

“Mate,” Van said, his voice sharp enough to catch Bondy’s attention.

Bondy glanced up, two buttons of his shirt already undone, a cigarette hanging lazily from his lips. His hair was slightly messy, and he had that laid-back, effortless look about him that always seemed to draw people in. Me, included.

“Hey, you two,” Bondy greeted us with a smile, his eyes flicking to me briefly before going back to Van.

Van’s hand slid down to my lower back, and before I could react, he gave my ass a firm slap, making a dry, loud sound. “Brought your little friend to say hello,” he said, his tone light, but with an edge—a hint of the jealousy I knew he’d been stewing in.

My body tensed at the sudden contact, but I stayed quiet, caught between the two of them, feeling the tension rise like a thick fog in the room. Bondy chuckled, exhaling a cloud of smoke, seemingly unfazed, but there was something unreadable in his eyes.

“She wanted to ask you a question, didn’t you (Y/N)?” Van said, nudging me forward slightly, his eyes locking onto mine with a look that dared me to play along.

As Van put me in the spotlight, the words vanished from my mind. There was only desire—a flicker of fear, yes—but desire quickly took over, consuming my thoughts.

I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry, and looked at Bondy, who had been watching me with raised eyebrows, curious but calm. The air felt thick, my mind racing as I tried to find the right words.

“Yeah, I… uh, I was wondering…” I trailed off, unsure of where to take it. My nerves were getting the best of me, and I could feel the weight of Van’s jealousy simmering beside me, pushing me toward something I wasn’t even sure I wanted to say.

Bondy took another drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke to the side, waiting for me to finish.

“Go on,” Van murmured, his voice low, almost a challenge.

I felt trapped between them, my body hot and tense, but a part of me couldn’t help but feel the excitement in the air, the way the dynamic had shifted with every passing second.

Van’s grip tightened on my waist, his breath warm against my ear as he leaned in closer. “You can’t say it, can you?” he whispered, his voice low, dripping with challenge.

Van was right; I couldn’t say it. The words felt too heavy on my tongue, inhuman even, like they would shatter the fragile moment we were in. Bondy’s gaze didn’t help; it was intense and searching, as if he could see right through me and into the tangled mess of emotions swirling in my mind.

Every part of me screamed to give voice to my desires, to declare what I wanted, but the fear of crossing that line held me back. I felt vulnerable under their scrutiny, the weight of their expectations pressing down on me.

I froze, my heart thudding in my chest. The words were right there on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t push them out. Bondy stood there, still watching me, waiting, completely unaware of the storm swirling inside me.

Van’s hand slid down my arm, fingers brushing lightly over my skin, sending a shiver through me. “What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” he continued, his voice softer now but no less intense. “Tell John what you told me in that hallway, tell him what you want us to do with you.”

My mouth went dry, the tension between us thickening with every second. I could feel Bondy’s eyes flicking between us, probably confused, but not saying a word.

“I… I don’t…” I started, but the words trailed off, lost in the moment, the weight of Van’s jealousy pressing down on me.

Van chuckled, his fingers gently squeezing my arm. “Thought so,” he murmured moving to my side.

“Listen up” he says taking the cigarrete from Bondy’s mouth and giving it a slow drag “What (Y/N) wants to know is… are you interested in having a little fun time with us?” he said, his tone smooth but laced with something darker, more daring.

My breath caught in my throat as I stared at Bondy, my face heating up. I could hardly believe what Van had just said, but there was no turning back now. Bondy’s eyes widened slightly, but a smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned back.

“Fun time, huh?” Bondy echoed, his gaze flicking between Van and me. His expression remained unreadable, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes, as if he was trying to gauge whether we were serious or just messing around.

Van’s fingers pressed into my waist a little harder, his body close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him. “That’s right, mate. You in?” Van continued, his voice dropping to a lower register.

Bondy let out a small laugh. He tilts his head slightly, his smirk widening. “You two are something else” he said, his eyes lingering on me. “But if you’re really asking…I’m always up for a good time.“

The room felt even more suffocating with his confirmation, thick with the tension we’d built. Van’s grip on me was firm, grounding me, but also pushing me to the edge of something I wasn’t sure I could handle. I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears, and yet, I stayed silent, waiting for Van’s next move.

Bondy leaned forward, his elbows resting casually on his knees, eyes locked onto mine. “You sure you want this, (Y/N)? Cause Van here looks like he is on the verge of passing out.” he asked, his voice calm, but the challenge was unmistakable.

Van’s grip tightened again, this time more possessively. “I think she knows exactly what she wants,” he said, his voice taking on a dangerous edge, eyes never leaving Bondy’s. Then, turning slightly toward me, he added, “Don’t you?”

I nodded, my heart racing. “Yeah..I do.”

Van’s jealousy was unmistakable as he heard me, but there was something else too—conflict. He didn’t want to share, I knew that. But I couldn’t stop myself from pushing the boundary further.

My mouth is dry, my pulse racing in my ears. But all I can see is him. The way his gaze eats me up like he needs me. The tension in his body that says he’s ready to let go, to give in to whatever it is between us.

“Then go on (Y/N), show him. Show him what you want.” Van said, his tone laced with annoyance but also a hint of curiosity.

I could feel the tension crackling in the air as Bondy turned to me, his gaze expectant. My heart raced, caught in the whirlwind of emotions swirling around us.

“Thought you had this one wrapped around your finger, Van, it’s not like you to share.” Bondy said with a smirk.

“She’s a hard one to crack, that’s for sure, but she will be mine soon.” Van replied, his eyes never leaving mine.

I finally got the courage and stepped closer to Bondy, kissing his neck softly. He immediately wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against him, making me groan at the contact. I started unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, pulling it open to reveal his chest. “Thought you’d be with her all night, after you saw us at the venue. Bet you were killing me in your head for standing so close to her” he told Van, still holding me.

“I planned to,” Van replied. “But we didn’t get far. She wanted this or nothing.”

“This or nothing, hum?” he asked. “Is that right?”

Van chuckled, his gaze darkening as he looked at me. “That’s what she says,” he murmured, stepping closer. “But I guess we’ll find out.”

I leaned back from Bondy and smiled at Van, who was looking at us both with hunger in his eyes. “That’s right,” I told him, moving my mouth over Bondy’s skin again, feeling a hint of confidence.

He reaches for my hair, grabbing it gently and moving my lips to his. I let him kiss me, deep and sensual, as I feel Van’s gaze on us, which just turns me on even more and I feel like I could cum on the spot. The kiss is long, slow, and Bondy presses against me, letting me feel the hard length of him.

His lips teases my neck as his hands roams down my sides, teasing the edge of my shirt. I could feel Van’s body heat behind me, his hands steady but possessive on my hips, pulling me closer. The intensity between them made my head spin, the anticipation thick in the air. My pussy throbbed, thinking about having one of them inside me.

My hands are in Bondy’s hair, gripping him closer as we kiss. His hands travelled on my ass, squeezing me, pulling me tighter against his body. I’m grinding against his cock, rubbing against him as I feel myself growing wetter.

As Bondy deepened the kiss, Van’s fingers found my waist, lifting me slightly and pulling me to his lap away from Bondy’s torso, as he was now pressing his own body against mine. It was like a push and pull, each of them vying for my attention, and I was caught in the middle, breathless and wanting more. They grew more and more hungry the second they noticed I was giving into one of them too much.

Bondy and I break apart for a moment as he undoes his zipper slowly, then shoves his jeans and briefs down in one quick motion. His cock springs free, hard and ready, and I feel my eyes widening as I take him in.

“Holy shit,” I breathe out. He’s big—long and thick, with a heavy set of balls. “You’re...um…” I clear my throat, trying to sound less shocked than I am.

Bondy gives a low chuckle. “Big?” he supplies.

I nod. “Yeah, you could say that.”

I reach for him and Van suddenly catches my wrist.

“Not yet.” He says kissing my neck “Right now, you’re going to be a good fucking slut and let us touch you, okay?”

I could barely respond as Van turned me to face him and pressed our lips together, making everything around me disappear except for Bondy who explored my body from behind.

My entire world narrowed to the sensation of their bodies against mine. Van’s lips on my mouth, Bondy’s lips on my neck, their hands in my clothes, their breath hot and heavy against my skin. My hips arch into them, my mind going blank as the heat rages through me.

Van pulls back slightly, his breath ragged, eyes burning with need. “I can smell you,” he murmurs, his voice low and hoarse. “Been dying for this since you started working for us.”

His kiss grew more urgent, his hands sliding up to cup my face as Bondy’s grip tightened on my hips, grounding me between the two of them. I moaned softly into Van’s mouth, my body igniting under their touch. He swallows my moan with his kiss, his hand moving between us to undo his pants.

I feel him bare against me for the first time, his cock hot and heavy in his hand. Bondy’s fingers teased at the hem of my shirt, slowly inching it upwards, his breath hot on my neck.

“You fucking like this, don’t you?” Van murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “Being between us like this. I bet you’re fucking soaked right now.”

I nodded, the words slipping from my lips in a breathless whisper. “Yes…”

Bondy pulled back for a moment, his eyes dark with desire as he glanced at Van. “She’s a little more eager than I thought,” he said, a teasing edge to his voice.

Van smirked, his hand sliding lower, teasing the waistband of my jeans. “She’s full of surprises.” He gently tugged at the fabric, and I could feel my pulse quickening in anticipation.

My body was already aching for more, every touch sending jolts of heat through me. Bondy’s hands were back on me, more insistent this time, as Van touched the fabric of my bra ready to free me of the last barrier between us.

“Ready for both of us, love?” Van’s voice was low and gravelly.

I nodded, biting my lip, but it was Bondy who answered for me, his hands trailing up my thighs. “Oh, she’s ready.”

Van pops my breasts free of my bra cups, rolling and pinching my nipples until I moan. “Look at that pretty pink cunt.” He palms my breasts, holding them together for Bondy to see. “She’s all for us tonight.”

Bondy’s cock twitches. “Now that’s a sight I could get used to,”

I gasped as his fingers grazed my chest, but Van’s voice from behind was what made me tremble. “Show us, (Y/N). Show us how much you want this.”

I closed my eyes, feeling their hands explore my body with an intensity that made my legs weak. Every sensation blurred together, their touches so distinct yet complementary, feeding the fire that built inside me. Bondy’s hand moved lower, his fingers brushing where I ached the most, and I let out a soft whimper. Van’s hand followed, his movements slower, more deliberate, making me squirm with anticipation.

“I knew you could handle us both, baby, you’re such a dirty slut.” Van whispered, his lips brushing my ear as Bondy kissed along my throat.

My body felt like it was on fire, caught between the two of them, my breath ragged as their touches synced up, pushing me further into the heat of the moment. Bondy’s fingers trailed teasingly, and Van’s steady hand guided me, making me melt against them both.

I lean against Bondy as he touches me, his erection pressed against my back like a constant reminder, his mouth exploring my skin. He bites my neck, his hands roaming over my ass and hips, and I love the feeling of being taken.

His fingers brushing against my aching core. I gasped, my body responding instinctively, pressing closer to him, while Van’s fingers gripped my waist harder, his frustration barely contained.

Finally, Bondy drops to his knees, lifting my legs over his shoulder and burying his face in my pussy. His tongue glides through my folds, sucking gently on my clit. I gasp, my head falling back against Van’s shoulder. Van bends and kisses my breast, sucking one nipple into his mouth while flicking the other with his fingers.

“Oh god, that feels so good,” I whimper. “So good.” The pleasure spirals higher and higher, my whole body burning hot.

“You hear her, mate? She likes that.” Bondy said, smirking as he looked at Van over my shoulder.

Van drags his teeth across my nipple. “Does that feel good like you imagined, (Y/N)?”

“Fuck, no. This is better,” I groan. Bondy sucks harder on my clit, tongue working me expertly. “Fuck, I’m going to cum.” I shudder, the orgasm rippling through me, my legs tightening around Bondy’s head. “Oh god,” I cry out. “Oh god.” My pussy throbs, the pleasure lasting for a minute before Bondy lowers me to the bed and presses his mouth to mine. I can taste myself on his tongue, the sensation sending another wave of lust through my body. He kisses me until I’m moaning again, my pussy clenching. “Let me taste you,” I beg. “Please, Bondy.”

I pull him closer without waiting for an answer, until his legs are on either side of me, his cock hard above. I run my trembling hands along the inside of his thighs, feeling his breath catch, his body tense. I look up at him, locking eyes, and then I lean forward, taking him in my mouth.

I moan around his length as he slides into me, his skin hot on my tongue. He’s salty and thick, his breaths coming quicker and quicker as I move, and it gives me a rush to know I’m doing this to him.

I keep going, sucking harder as he grabs my hair, pulling me closer, but then Van is beside us, his hands on my back, his lips on my skin. He pushes me forward, toward Bondy, until I’m taking him deeper than I ever thought possible, making me gag.

But Van keeps me there, his fingers digging into my hips as he licks along my neck, his lips brushing against my ear. “Fuck yeah,” he mutters. “Look at her take you, Bondy. Fucking hell.”

I moan around Bondy’s cock, my body heating at Van’s words, the tears falling from my eyes as I search for air. I’m desperate for Van, his mouth on my body only making me want more. I reach back blindly, my hands searching for him, and he steps closer, his hips pressing against my ass.

“Is that what you want?” he teases, his voice low in my ear. “You want me to fuck you while you suck his cock? Is that it?”

“Yes,” I gasp around Bondy. “Yes.”

Van chuckles and pulls back, giving me a hard smack on my ass. “You’ve got to beg better than that,” he says. “Ask me nicely, (Y/N)

I turn around, Bondy’s length slipping from my mouth, and I look up at Van. “Please,” I say, my voice low, desperate. “Fuck me, Van. Please.”

Van presses a condom in my hand. “Put it on my cock.” He swallows hard as I roll the condom down his shaft, then lick my hand and stroke him slowly. , his eyes locked on mine.“Turn around,” he tells me, stepping back. “Bend over the bed and let me see that tight pussy of yours.”

I do as he says, turning around to face Bondy again with my ass up. I’m so exposed, so bare, and his hands are running over my skin before I can even turn around. He grabs my ass and massages me roughly, moaning in appreciation.

“Fuck,” he whispers against me. “You’ve got the ass I’ve always wanted.”

Van’s lips found the sensitive spot behind my ear, his breath warm as he whispered, “You’ve been teasing us all night. Time to show you what happens when you push too far.”

I moan as he presses against me, teasing my clit with each pass. My body’s hot and wet, ready for him, and I push back against him, trying to force him in. But he holds himself back, still teasing me, until finally, finally, he pushes inside.

“Do you know how many nights I’ve spent thinking about this?” Van murmurs, his voice low and gravelly. “About bending you over like this, your pussy open for me, your ass up in the air.”

I gasp at the feel of him filling me, stretching me open. His cock is thicker than I expected, his thrusts slow at first, but it’s almost too much. I’m tight and swollen, and every inch feels like bliss. My body takes a moment to adjust, my breaths coming faster as he moves, and then it’s like he’s a part of me, filling me in a way no one ever has.

He slaps my ass with his hand. “I’m not going to go easy on you.” He thrusts deep into me, the slap of his balls against my pussy loud in the room. I cry out as he fucks me harder, my tits bouncing against Bondy’s chest. “You feel so good.” He pushes deeper, his cock throbbing. “So fucking good. Just like I knew you would.”

He’s reaching up to brush my hair aside, his lips on the back of my neck, when I hear Bondy shift next to me. I turn toward him, looking into his eyes, and I realize I’ve almost forgotten about him. I lean down to kiss him, feeling Van moving in me as we do, and Bondy’s hand slips between my legs, rubbing my clit as they fuck me together.

Van slows his thrusts, his hand gripping my waist tight. “Fuck her mouth,” he says, his voice rough against my skin. “Let her suck you dry.”

Bondy doesn’t need to be told twice. He steps up beside me, his cock in front of my mouth, and before I can think, I’m leaning forward, taking him inside. He groans as his length slides along my tongue, his hand twisting in my hair as he starts thrusting.

It’s hard, keeping his cock in my mouth with Van moving in me, but it feels right, like this is what I’ve been missing. Two men, my body filled with their lengths, their hands and mouths touching my skin, my mind overwhelmed with pleasure.

But it doesn’t last. It can’t last. My orgasm starts building in seconds, my clit throbbing against Bondy’s fingers as he rubs me faster. I’m gasping around his length, my body trembling, and when Bondy thrusts deep in my mouth, I explode.

My orgasm tears through me like a wave, a rush of pleasure so strong I can barely stand it. But I don’t stop. I can’t stop. I keep moving on Van as I come, my mouth sucking hard on Bondy as he starts to come too.

It hits me in seconds, his salt exploding in my mouth, on my tongue, and I moan with it, the taste of him sending me higher. But it’s not over yet. Van pulls out of me just as Bondy finishes, his cum spurting on my body, hot on my skin as I gasp.

I’m still coming down from my orgasm when Van grabs my hips again, his cock pushing back into me. He thrusts faster than before, his voice hoarse against my skin, and I can tell he’s close.

But I want it in my mouth. I want his taste, his warmth, all of it. I pull back from Bondy and turn toward Van, his cock still hard in my body.

I look up at him, my eyes begging him to come in my mouth. “Please,” I gasp. “Please, Van.”

He swallows hard, but he doesn’t deny me. Instead, he steps back, pulling out of me with a moan, and I take him in my mouth in seconds. I suck hard, my tongue working his length, and he grabs my head, thrusting into me with a groan.

He comes like Bondy did, his cum filling me, hot and salty on my tongue. His thrusts are fast and strong as he finishes, and I swallow greedily, loving the taste of him in my mouth. My lips feel swollen from all the sucking, my jaw sore, but I’m not done. I keep sucking until Van pulls back with a gasp, his cock slipping from my mouth.

And then he falls to the bed beside me, pulling me into him, and I let his warmth envelop me as my pulse finally slows, my body sated and exhausted.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt this tired and yet so at peace before. It’s a strange combination, the exhaustion settling into my bones while a warm sense of contentment wraps around me like a cozy blanket. Every part of me feels spent from the new experiences, but in this moment, nestled between Van and Bondy, I feel a deep satisfaction that makes all the chaos worth it.

Van’s arm is draped possessively around me, a constant reminder of his presence and his desire to protect what’s his. I never expected to find myself in such an intimate setting with two people who mean so much to me. It feels surreal, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

I think back to the hesitation I felt earlier, the fear of crossing boundaries I had set for myself. But here I am, breaking free from those constraints, allowing myself to indulge in the unexpected pleasures of tonight. The thrill of it all is intoxicating.

It takes a while to catch our breaths, the stars slowly fading from view. We’re a tangle of limbs and sweat on the bed, but finally, my mind begins to clear.

The three of us stay in silence for a few minutes, the only sound our heavy breathing. I look up and meet Van’s eyes. They’re locked on me, soft and gentle. Something shifts in my chest, something warm and fuzzy. It feels a lot like happiness and belonging.

As I lock eyes with him, I see, behind the jealousy and the teasing, something deeper..Care, concern, and even… love.

“Are you okay?” Van murmurs, his voice low and filled with concern. I turn my head slightly to meet his gaze, and I can see the softness in his eyes, the genuine care he has for me. It makes my heart swell.

“Yeah, just…taking it all in,” I reply, feeling a bit shy under his scrutiny. “This was a lot, but it feels good.”

Bondy shifts beside me, propping himself up on one elbow. “We’re glad you’re letting yourself have some fun, (Y/N). You deserve to let loose a little.” His teasing tone brings a lightness to the conversation, and I can’t help but laugh softly.

“I think I’m finally starting to understand that,” I admit, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders.

“So,” I say, glancing between them, “are you satisfied? Did I pass the test?”

Bondy’s wide grin lights up his face, still glistening with sweat. “What do you think?” he asks, his voice filled with teasing disbelief. “That was incredible.”

A wave of relief washes over me, and I can’t help but laugh. “Good,” I reply, my heart still racing.

“But I think Van might actually kill me if we ever do this again,” Bondy adds, a playful edge to his voice as he glances at Van. “So next time I’ll have to turn your offer down if I want to keep my balls intact.”

I turn to Van, a mix of excitement and nerves coursing through me. “You wouldn’t do that, right?” I ask, half-joking but also genuinely curious.

Van shakes his head, a smirk playing on his lips. “Nah, I’m just a little possessive.” His gaze turns serious, and he leans closer. “But just so you know, this is the last night (Y/N) will ever get with someone else. She’s mine now.”

The weight of his words hangs in the air, and I feel a thrill rush through me. I can’t help but smile, the possessiveness somehow igniting a spark of excitement within me.

“Congrats to the lovebirds,” Bondy says, chuckling as he stretches out. “Glad I could be part of this one-time deal.”

I roll my eyes, but my heart swells with warmth. “Thanks, Bondy,” I say, feeling the bond we all share. “You were amazing.”

“Yeah, mate. We appreciate you.” Van says smiling softly to his bandmate. But then he quickly narrows his eyes, a hint of amusement in his expression. “But just remember, Bond, I’ll always be watching, you looked like you had a little too much fun between my lady’s legs.” Van says making the two of us laugh.

“Chill out. I know you mark your territory well.” Bondy grinned, throwing a playful glance at Van. “(Y/N) here is my friend, after all. I know how much she likes you and I just want you two to be happy.”

The three of us smiled as I settled into Van’s arms, feeling his warmth wrap around me like a cozy blanket. Bondy reached over and turned off the lamp, plunging the room into soft darkness.

“Night, night to the newlyweds,” Bondy teased, a grin in his voice. “Fuck as you please, just don’t wake me up.”

I chuckled, playfully swatting at him. “You better not snore, then.”

He laughed and shot back, “Just try not to scream too loud. I’d like to get some sleep tonight.”

Van tightened his hold on me, his breath warm against my hair. “We’ll keep it down,” he promised, a playful smirk on his lips.

I could feel the tension of the night dissolve into a comfortable ease. With both of them nearby, I felt more relaxed than I had in a long time. As Bondy settled into his spot, the atmosphere shifted, and I couldn’t help but smile. This moment felt surreal, but it also felt right.

I turned my head slightly to meet Van’s gaze, feeling a rush of gratitude and warmth. “Thank you for tonight,” I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you for doing this for me.”

Van smiled down at me, a mixture of affection and amusement in his eyes. “You don’t need to thank me,” he replied, his voice low and reassuring. “I would do anything to have you for my own, even if that means sharing you with Bondy for one night.”

His sincerity made my heart flutter. “Even so, it means a lot,” I admitted, nestling deeper into his embrace. “I didn’t expect to feel so… connected.”

He brushed his fingers lightly along my arm, his touch sending shivers down my spine. “You deserve to feel everything—especially pleasure,” he said, his tone earnest. “But right now? Let’s just rest, okay?You did a lot of work tonight, my girl. I don’t want you tired,” Van murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my face. His tone was gentle, but there was a possessiveness underlying his words that sent a shiver down my spine.

“Aren’t you mad at me?” I whisper to Van, remembering what he had said about me and Bondy on the hallway.

He glances at me, his eyes softening for a moment before he replies, “I’m not mad. I just know what I want, and I don’t like to share.”

“Also, I’m not gonna lie,” Van continues, his voice low and rough, “seeing you give in to both of us like that was pretty hot. I can’t be mad at you when I remember how beautiful you look when you cum.”

His hand moves to my chin, lifting my face to meet his eyes. There’s a hunger in them, mixed with something deeper. “But I’m not sharing again okay? Tonight was it.”

I gave him a quick kiss, soft and lingering, feeling the warmth of his lips against mine. “It was. Thank you for it, though.”, I say already pressing my lips to his again, my hands are both tangled on his hair and I don’t ever want to pull away from him.

No one had ever made me feel as wanted as Van did, and knowing I could experience this with the man I loved and one of my closest friends made it even more surreal. It wasn’t just about the physical connection; it was about trust, intimacy, respect and the undeniable chemistry between all of us. In that moment, everything felt right

“Good night, Van,” I whisper, savoring the sweetness of the moment.

His smile widened, eyes sparkling with mischief and affection. “Sweet dreams, my love,” he replied, his voice low and soothing.

With a satisfied sigh, I closed my eyes, ready to embrace whatever the night held, comforted by the presence of the two men I had grown to care for in different ways.

[teletubbyinlipstick]

Hybrid!Poly TF141 x Reader Rambles

Once again, I'm unsure what to say. I get high, I get horny for these men, and then I hallucinate scenarios with said men. Please enjoy, please feel free to send in anything about these boys! Requests are open! I really like this idea, and I might continue to add on to it. https://www.tumblr.com/teletubbyinlipstick/760241391145238528/more-hybridpoly-tf141-x-reader-pleaaasseeeee?source=share heres the second part!

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OwlHybridAU!

Captain Price has big wings. When spread, they're just shy of 26 ft. A beautiful array of ash and brindle the feathers are easily the length of your arm. He keeps them tucked nicely, looking smaller than they are. On the field, if it ever comes down to it and he needs his wings, the look on enemies' faces when they spread is, in Soaps words,"so fuckin hot."

No one disagrees.

Johnny's wings are a bit smaller, around 18ft they're a deep honey brown. In the light, in-between the feathers, an indigo blue shines just slightly. His are more pointy at the end, a ripple effect used for disguising. Simon loves nothing more than to preen him.

Usually it ends with Johnny face down, high whimpers in his throat.

Speaking of Simon, he has the biggest wings in TF141 at 30ft. They're midnight black with streaks of white. When he's moving fast, they look almost like lightning across a black sky. His second layer of feathers is a dark gray. It's hard to notice the difference, but once you do, it's harder not to notice. He's intimidating. He knows.

It's his kink.

Gaz has the prettiest wings, 20ft, and the sweetest cocoa color. He has dirty blonde undertones that fade into pure auburn. His feathers get ruffled a little easily and the boys love teasing him for it.

It's a group effort to preen his wings.

Now theres you, new to the group, younger than them at early-mid twenties. Assigned as a mate for the boys by the government in hopes of reproducing strong genes. You're a sweet little thing, lithe with a pudgy tummy. Your wings are only 15ft. And very fluffy, a gorgeous cream with strawberry blonde highlights. The edges appear light tawny.

You're very beautiful. And the boys fall in love almost immediately upon receiving your file. They nest for you, soft blankets and pillows and sweatshirts placed in the rec room for a cozy habitat. They're keen to meet you, forgoing preening their feathers the night before in hopes of pack bonding tomorrow with you.

So imagine when you end up being the most reclusive, quiet church mouse they've ever met. You speak maybe 3 sentences in total at the meeting. You were quick to bat Johnny's hand away when he reached for your shoulder for a friendly pat. Feathers ruffling just slightly.

They backed off.

Simon stood quiet the whole time, eyes zeroed in on you. Assessing.

They showed you the loft to your room. Simon kept a polite distance, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed. Gaz and Johnny were waiting for Price to make the first move and let you know about the nest they had secured for you in the rec area. But when you politely and quickly excused yourself and darted inside, closing the door with the resounding click. They realized you weren't going to the nest. Nor were you going to the rec room in general.

They slept in their shared king bed. The nest left cold and barren. Tears were wiped from Gaz's eyes, sweet cooing coming from the bed as the boys sought solstice for each other.

No one dried your tears, and you stayed curled in the corner of your bed. Scared. Alone. And unsure what the future will bring.

[duck-a-doodle]

COD IMAGINES

TACTICAL CUDDLE BUG 1/4 Chapters 1 / 2 / 3 / 4

TF141!reader x 141 Masterlist

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The most serious member of the 141 is secretly a very affectionate person.

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Of all the members in your task force, you were the least experienced. Knowing that you have a long way to go, you appear extremely serious even in less tense situations. Hence, jokes tend to fly over your head during some of your bonding moments.

Perhaps you smiled and joked a little less, but you did handle everything with great tenacity. Yes, you were a good soldier. However, you have also made the rest of your team slightly concerned for your psyche.

If even Johnny's jokes fail to reach you, then you needed a serious intervention.

The team decided to switch up their tactics with you. Done after a meeting? We're getting ice-cream. You're free in the evening? Let's watch football. You're going to the gym? You need a spotter, let's all go to the gym.

Regardless of all their efforts, there was still a sense of divide from you. At this point, they think you just needed a bit more time to get used to them because they can clearly see you struggling to bring your walls down.

The surprise came when they were on a returning flight to their home base after a strenuous operation in the Alps. Said task had left you frozen, hungry and tuckered out. The whole team remained silent for the first 30 minutes of the ride, and suddenly, Captain Price felt a pressure leaning into his lateral.

All of the 141 members ogled at your sleeping form as you tucked yourself deeper into the captain's side, clearly drawn into his warmth after staying too long out in the cold. They watched as your stiff, pale fingers latch onto the crevices of his vest.

Johnny and Gaz saved multiple photos of you and the captain, and Ghost secretly took a few himself.

They now refer to you as cuddle bug.

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A/N: I need everyone to get in a dog pile right about now.

[soaps-mohawk]

Cherry Red, Crimson Blood

Chapter 16: Big Brown Eyes

Summary: Things have returned to normal, or at least they seem to have. Nothing can ever go your way, though, can it?

Pairing: Poly 141 x reader

Word Count: 7925 words

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, unprotected sex, p in v sex, oral sex, face sitting, grinding, spanking (it's like once and not even on the ass), Kyle is definitely a munch, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, reader is a little shit, angst, PTSD, nightmares, trauma, mommy issues, family issues, language, the author's bias showing just a tad.

A/N: Have you ever cried while writing smut? I have. Had two mental breakdowns during the course of this chapter, the worst of the two during the smut scene. Sobbing while writing the reader getting her back blown out? That's a new one for me. But, I did it. I finished Chapter 16 this week. I'm feeling significantly better than I was, at least physically. Giving it to you a day early because I feel bad about not posting last week. The events of this chapter pick up pretty much where the previous one left off. Timeline wise, this chapter is spread over roughly a week-ish. And special thanks to the battle rattle anon for inspiring part of this chapter 🫶

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(This is my all time favorite gif of him I swear I stare at it way too much)

You’re clawing at the door frame, desperately clinging to the last thing you can hold on to, the last shred of your life as you know it. You fight the hands pulling at your arms, threatening to pull you away from the comfort, the warmth, the safety of your home, of your pack. 

Your mothers grief-stricken sobs reach your ears, her cries of desperation as they rip you from her, your father’s hate filled gaze directed at you over her shoulder as he holds her back. She loves all her children, but you were always her favorite. The bond between you two was always the strongest. 

Now you know why. 

The arms rip you from the doorframe seconds before the door slams closed. It’s like a gavel strike declaring your fate, cutting you off from everything you knew. You’re pulled back from the door, from the house that had become your safe space, from the pack inside. 

They’re not your pack anymore. The thought is like a sharp knife, severing the lifelong bond in your mind. You’re not a part of them anymore. You’re alone in this world, cut off from what you knew, and it’s all your fault. 

If only you could have presented as an alpha, like you were supposed to. 

You’re sobbing, breaths coming in choking gasps. Your chest feels tight, your body tense and aching as you fight against the constricting hold around you. 

“Easy, easy.” A deep voice murmurs in your ear, your senses beginning to return. “Yer alright, kitten.” 

Your breaths continue to come in shaky gasps as you start to recognize your surroundings. You’re in Johnny’s room still. His arms are wrapped tight around you, your own pinned against your chest. You had fallen asleep before you even realized it, exhausted after your night with Johnny. 

“Ye were havin’ a nightmare.” He says, projecting his natural beta scent in an attempt to get you to relax. 

You squeeze your eyes shut, letting the scent start to numb your brain. The tears continue to slide down your cheeks, but slowly your breathing begins to normalize. Johnny begins to loosen his hold around you, not letting you go, but enough that you don’t feel like you’re being constricted anymore. 

“Si gets them too.” Johnny continues, speaking quietly. His breath is warm as it fans your ear, reminding you that you’re awake now, and your nightmare is behind you. “Woken up tae elbows and fists in my face many times.” 

You keep your eyes closed, taking in deep breaths as Johnny lays with you in silence, his fingers gently stroking your arms. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep. You hadn’t meant to have a nightmare. Not in front of them. You knew it would happen eventually, but you had hoped you could avoid it as long as possible. 

You don’t want to reveal your weakness, your pain, your inner struggle to them. They have enough of their own, they don’t need to know how broken you are too. 

You lay there, slowly calming your breaths and the slight tremble in your limbs as you wait for Johnny to begin questioning you. He’ll want to know, he’ll want to hear what it is that’s plaguing your mind. You’ll have to tell him, you’ll have to explain everything and then he’ll want to know more. He’ll want to unearth the brokenness and the pain that you’ve buried so deeply like an archaeologist looking for the secrets of an ancient civilization. 

You don’t want to reveal it, you want to bury it again, lock it back in the recesses of your mind where it can’t hurt you. You want to compress it back down until you feel safe again without the threat of the past hanging over your head. 

Johnny continues to relax his hold around you as you begin to calm down again, the tears finally slowing to a stop. You take deep breaths, trying to match Johnny’s even breathing behind you. You wait for it, the inevitable question, the prodding, the digging. He’ll want answers, he’ll want to know what plagues your mind, how much it’s been happening, why you haven’t said anything. 

You’re not sure how much time passes as you lay there, counting breaths. It’s silent in the room, in the barracks. Even outside it’s quiet, as if the world is holding its breath, waiting patiently for the shoe to drop, for the truth to get revealed. 

You can't wait any longer. The tension is too thick, the thought of waiting for the question to break the silence is too much. You'll rip the bandaid before he can try and force it from you. “I don't-”

“Ye don't have tae tell me.” He cuts you off before you can even start, the words slicing through yours, stopping you from spilling your darkest, innermost thoughts. “We all have them sometimes. No shame in that.” He tightens his grip on you for a moment, pulling you closer against his chest. “Simon doesn't even tell me all of his. Thinks he might scare me off, or somethin'. I'm no’ gonnae force ye to tell me anythin’ if ye don’ want to.” 

You're taken aback by his words. You suppose they all have to be plagued by nightmares of their own, with the kinds of things they have to see when they're in the field. Ghost had told you a bit about the nightmares that haunt him, and that had only been one tragedy, one mission. You suddenly feel silly. The kinds of things you’re afraid of, the nightmares that terrify your mind suddenly seem inconsequential to the things they must dream about at night. 

You wiggle in Johnny’s arms until you’re facing him, his eyes half closed as he stares down at you. You shift forward, pressing your face against his bare chest. His head tucks so his chin rests against the top of your head as he holds you, his breathing slowing just slightly as he drifts back to sleep. You don’t sleep, laying there awake as you listen to the slow, rhythmic beating of Johnny’s heart. 

He’s snoring quietly, breath fanning across your hair as he sleeps peacefully. You let your fingers trail over his skin as you wait for his early alarm that will signal the end of your quiet moments of bliss, snapping you both back into your realities. You trace the scars lining his skin, all of them with their own stories, just like John’s. 

He makes a garbled, snorting noise as your fingers brush over his ribs, his entire body twitching. His hand moves, his fingers wrapping around your wrist. “Tickles.” He murmurs, lifting your arm so it’s draped around his neck. He's asleep almost immediately, as if he hadn't woken at all from your tickling. 

You continue to lay there as he sleeps, your mind drifting between sleep and your racing thoughts until Johnny’s alarm goes off. He groans, reaching across you to turn it off. He lays still, breath still fanning over the top of your head. For a moment you’re worried he’s fallen asleep again, but eventually he moves, rolling on top of you. 

He presses his face against your neck, letting out a quiet groan. He’s heavy, but a solid weight above you. It’s comforting, the weight of him like a blanket keeping you safe. He presses gentle kisses against your neck, his fingers trailing across your shoulder before brushing over your mark. You let out a whine, arching against him. 

“Screamin’ Jesus.” He curses, getting hard against your thigh. 

“Don’t you have to go work out?” You ask as he begins to grind against you. 

“Would rather stay here with you.” He growls against your throat. 

“Won’t you get in trouble?” You gasp, bucking up against him. 

“Worth it.” He grunts, kicking the sheets off the end of the bed. 

“Someone missed the morning workout.” Kyle says as you and Johnny sit down at the table for breakfast. You’re the last ones there, despite Johnny skipping his early morning workout. 

You take your normal spot between Kyle and John, sitting gingerly on the hard bench. There’s still a distinct ache between your thighs from Johnny’s enthusiasm and intense stamina last night and this morning.  

“Aye, don’t worry. I still got a good workout in.” Johnny says cheekily, winking across the table at you. 

You’re afraid you may combust as the other three pairs of eyes at the table look at you. It’s no secret what you were doing last night, or this morning. Johnny, as in most aspects of his life, is loud in bed. Kyle had known you were going to, and so had Simon, but you find your gaze turning to John as your face warms. 

You’re not quite sure what you’re expecting as you look at him. It’s not like he had forbidden you from pursuing relationships with the others, or even shown any distaste at the idea. You were open to love the other members of the pack, just as they did one another, just as he did. 

His face is stoic as he stares at you, before it begins to lighten, a gleam shining in his eyes. “Did he take good care of you?” He asks, the corner of his lips twitching. 

You swallow thickly, your face getting warmer as you nod. “Yeah.” 

“Good.” John grins. “ Then I suppose I can forgive him for sleeping in this morning, so long as it doesn’t become a habit.” He casts his glance across the table. 

“I’m a bad influence.” You say, spooning porridge into your mouth. 

“Certainly worth the trouble, though.” Johnny says, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “Especially when you do that thing with your tongue-”

Johnny’s words are cut off with a pained yelp as Ghost kicks him under the table. “Don’t go spilling all her tricks.” He grumbles, eyeing the tables around you. 

You think your face might be permanently warm at the thought of anyone nearby hearing the topic of your conversation. Of course they know, but hearing about it was something entirely different. 

Kyle walks you back to the barracks after breakfast, your hand in his, fingers laced together. His thumb rubs the back of your hand absentmindedly, shoulders brushing as you walk. Neither of you say anything, but you don’t have to. Unlike Johnny, Kyle is happy to exist in silence. They’re so very different, despite both being betas. 

Your brothers had often joked about betas being boring, and how glad they were that neither of your parents were betas. You’d disagree now, after spending some time around betas. They’re just as complex as alphas and omegas, in their own ways. 

Boring was the last thing you’d describe Johnny as last night. 

Kyle holds the door for you as you enter the barracks, following you down the hall. You stop in front of your door, your hand pausing on the knob as Kyle leans in close to you. 

His chest presses against your back, breath fanning your ear as he speaks. “Can’t wait to find out about this trick you do with your tongue.” 

Your face warms again, your heart thudding in your chest as you turn to look up at him, tongue darting out to wet your lips. “You could find out right now.” 

Kyle’s lips lift in a smirk as he leans in closer, trapping you against the door. “I’d love to, but I don’t think the Captain would be quite so forgiving if I skipped out on this training.” 

You stare up at him, lost in his big brown eyes. “Soon?” 

He smirks, leaning down to kiss you. “Of course. Just say the word.” 

He leaves you there with your heart thudding in your chest, your stomach churning in excitement. You’d be more than willing to go that extra step with Kyle right at this very moment, but the subtle ache between your thighs thanks to Johnny is a good reminder why you should wait. You want to enjoy your time with Kyle.

You know it will be worth the wait. 

“How have you been?” 

You shrug, sinking back into the plush chair. It’s warm in the office, a stark contrast to the cold downpour outside. “Fine.” You answer, running your hands over your jeans. “Tired.” 

“Oh?” Dr. Keller raises an eyebrow at you. “Have you not been sleeping well?” 

“I’m...having a hard time falling asleep.” You say. It’s not entirely a lie, but it’s not the whole truth. 

“Why do you think that is?” She asks, writing something down. 

Your palms begin to sweat. You hadn’t planned on going into too much detail about this with her, but you knew she’d likely notice and remark on your tired appearance. “Been thinking too much.” 

“About what?” She probes, staring at you. 

You know you don’t have to tell her anything. What you share is up to you. Yet, you can feel the words bubbling up, threatening to spill over before you can stop them. “My family.” You say, releasing some steam from the boiling pot inside you. Tears burn your eyes, threatening to fall as you continue. “Especially my mom. I miss her a lot sometimes.” 

“You had a close bond with her.” Dr. Keller says. It’s not a question. 

You nod. “The closest out of all of my siblings.” You snuffle, wiping the tear trailing down your cheek. “Makes sense why.” 

“Sometimes we have traits or behaviors that show before we present that hint at our possible status. Having a stronger bond with one parent over another, especially in mixed status packs, can signal what one might present as.” Dr. Keller says. “Were you the first omega to present in your pack?” 

You nod. “Yeah. My older brothers were alphas, and I don’t know about my younger siblings.” 

“That could all contribute to a strong bond with your mother.” Dr. Keller leans back in her seat. “I’m assuming you haven’t had any contact with them since the institute.” 

“Not since I was taken from home. The institute didn’t support keeping those connections with previous packs and...I don’t think they would have reached out anyway.” You say, picking at the fabric of your pants. 

“What makes you say that?” Dr. Keller asks. 

You pause, not sure you want to open that bag of worms. If anyone is safe enough to do it with, you know it’s going to be Dr. Keller. She won’t judge you, she won’t think you weak or silly for having such thoughts, such fears. She doesn’t care how broken you are. You’re not part of her pack. She’s an outsider, a doctor above all. 

“Well, they did send me to the institute, didn’t they?” You finally say. 

Dr. Keller hums, staring at you for a moment before she drops her gaze to her notebook, writing something down. “I suppose you have a point there. Hypothetically, if you were given the chance to, would you want to talk to them again? It’s not uncommon for omegas to seek out their previous packs and families after they leave the institute.” 

Your stomach twists at her question. Even if it is only hypothetical, you had existed for years in the institute thinking you’d never get to see or hear from your family again. They were behind you, lost to you. They wouldn’t accept your attempts to reach out to them, even if you knew where they were. Even after leaving the institute, you knew the chances of seeing them again or even just hearing from them was almost none. You have a new pack now, your old one doesn’t matter. 

That’s just the life of an omega. 

Would you want to? In this hypothetical world where this question exists as a potential option, would they even answer if you called? Would they accept an invitation to see you again, if they were given the chance? Could your father feel regret after all of these years for what he did to you? 

“I...” You frown, tears pricking your eyes again. “I don’t know.” 

“That’s okay.” Dr. Keller says. “It’s a complex situation. If you ever wanted to, though, I’m sure they could make it happen.” 

Your gaze snaps to hers, the shock at her words clearly written on your face. Of course they probably could. It was their job to hunt down hard to find people, and with the CIA at their backs, you’re certain they could track down your family easily. Would they do it for you, if you asked? Would they allow you to have that connection with your old pack while still being part of theirs? 

“Most people keep some form of contact with their family, even after they move on to their own pack.” Dr. Keller says. “It’s not unusual, even among omegas. Just something to think about.” 

“Do you still talk to your family?” You ask her, partly out of curiosity. 

“I do.” She smiles. “I talk to my parents pretty regularly, and my older brother occasionally. He’s involved in this world too. He was in the Army originally, but now he does whatever it is he does.” 

You’re surprised by her answer. Not so much that she still talks to her family, but that she’s familiar with this world. It makes sense, how easily she existed in it, beyond just being a professional. “Do you think it had something to do with you being chosen for this position?” You ask. 

“Most likely.” She grins. “Laswell probably wanted someone who is at least a little familiar with this world, but also someone she knew would work well with you.” 

“I think she made the right choice.” You say. It’s the truth. You like Dr. Keller. You trust her. You’ve grown comfortable in her presence and you look forward to your appointments with her. It almost makes you feel bad for withholding the truth from her. 

“Good. I think so too.” She says. “So, did anything exciting happen this week?” 

You chew on your lip nervously, your hands disappearing into your sleeves as your face warms a bit. “Johnny and I...had our first time together.” 

“Oh?” Her eyebrows raise. “And that’s something you wanted?” 

You nod. “Yeah. I’d like to get close to all of them, well, as close as Ghost will let me get.” You bite your lip again. “Ghost...gave me some pointers on how to handle Johnny. It worked. He...let me take control. I liked it.” 

“Nothing wrong with that.” Dr. Keller says. “I think it’s great that you’ve discovered this about yourself. I know omegas are so used to being controlled in society. I think it’s great that you’ve found a place where perhaps you can take a little control back.” 

She’s not wrong. Your entire life has been dictated for you, controlled by someone else. The baton of control was just continually passed from your father, to the institute, to the CIA, and now to John. Though John has granted you the most freedom of everyone that’s held control over you, there’s still requirements for obedience and submission to him. You’ll never be your own person. That’s just the way society works, and you’ve come to accept that. 

Yet, you’ve never felt quite so powerful as you did in bed with Johnny, when you’d gripped him by the mohawk like Ghost had instructed you to. When you saw the change in his eyes as you took over, controlling him, telling him what to do. You liked it, exerting control over someone else for a change. He just let you do it. It still sends a thrill down your spine at the thought of the possibilities, the things you can do now that you’ve discovered this part of yourself. You’d never show it in public, but behind closed doors...

The book was right. Perhaps omegas can be powerful. 

“What are we doing?” You ask, staring up at John as he straps a tactical vest onto your body. 

“We’re doing an exercise, and you’re going to help us.” He answers, double checking the vest before putting a helmet on your head. “Think of it as hide and seek mixed with tag.” He finishes strapping the helmet to your head, taking a step back. “How does it feel?” 

“Heavy.” You feel weighed down with the vest and the helmet.

“You’ll get used to it.” He says with a smile, guiding you towards the door of the warehouse. 

It’s dark inside, nearly pitch black except for the light coming in from the open door. There’s fake walls set up in front of you, with space just in the middle like a sort of hallway that disappears into the darkness. 

“Your job is to get from this side of the warehouse, to the other without getting caught.” John says. “No weapons, just you trying to evade us and get to the other side while we try and catch you,” John lowers the goggles on the top of the helmet, the world coming alive in shades of green around you. “And night vision goggles. Be smart about it. Understood?” 

You nod, looking around with the goggles, trying to adapt to using them. “Yes, sir.” 

“Good. You have a thirty second head start. Use it wisely.” 

He leaves the warehouse, closing the door behind him. You’re left in complete darkness, with no sound but a fan running somewhere, probably to dampen any sounds that might echo. You stand there for a moment, trying not to breathe too heavily, as it might echo in the warehouse. You stare at the door behind you for a second before you begin to move forward, the adrenaline starting to pump. You have to get to the other side of the warehouse before they catch you. Are they working together or individually? What kind of strategy will they use? What strategy will you use? 

You begin to pick up speed, running until you reach the end of the first hallway. It splits off in both directions, and you hesitate for a moment. Be smart about it. You don’t have many advantages in this situation. They’ve done this before, both in training and probably in the field as well. They’re highly skilled soldiers, trained to hunt down people in all sorts of environments, sometimes with nothing more than their scent. 

Scent. 

Of course. 

You take off down the right hallway, following it as it twists and turns like a maze. A giant maze. There’s so many hallways, so many places to run, but not many to hide. That’s not the point, though. You have to get to the other side of the warehouse before they do. You have to track your way through this maze without getting caught by four special operations soldiers. 

Simple enough. 

You pause at a corner, undoing your vest so you can slip your sweatshirt off. You’re just putting your vest back on when the door opens, bathing the ceiling with light for a moment. It’s started. They’re inside. You can’t hear anything over the hum of the fan, and that’s almost more terrifying to you than if you had been able to hear them. The adrenaline is pumping now as you toss your sweatshirt in the corner before quickly backtracking and heading a different direction.

You try to keep your breathing quiet as you weave through the maze, doubling back and touching the walls every so often to try and leave your scent behind and confuse them. You take deep breaths through your nose as you go, trying to catch any whiff of them, any sign that you might have crossed their path or be getting close to them. They’ll reach the same area of the maze as you’re in eventually, sooner rather than later. You need to start pressing forward. You’re not just evading them, you have to reach the other side before they catch you. 

You slip around a corner, pressing up against the wall as something moves behind you. You hold your breath, quiet footsteps passing by your position. Your hands are shaking from the adrenaline, the instinctual fear of being hunted rising in you. You take a couple of quiet deep breaths, slipping your shoes off to grab your socks before slipping them back on. You peek around the corner, finding nothing. 

You toss one of your socks in the corner before doubling back, pausing as you cross one of their scents. Johnny. You recognize the citrusy tang in the air. Christ, you’ve never heard him be that quiet before. You continue on, your heart racing in your chest as you carefully weave around corners, slipping through hallways. They’re close to you now. They could be around any corner. 

You pause as you cross the scent of leather and musk, something prickling in the back of your mind. It’s a fresh scent. You pause for a moment, looking in the direction he went before slipping around the corner. You still have your other sock clutched in your hand, knuckles white as you grip it tightly. 

You should be nearing the end. The warehouse isn’t that big, even with all the doubling back and dodging you’ve been doing. You toss your other sock in a corner haphazardly as you decide to stop doubling back and go for the exit. You have to try and get ahead of them, as well as find your way through the maze to the exit door. 

Simple enough. 

Except, you have no idea which direction the exit is, or which direction you’re heading. You could be going backwards for all you know. You weave through the halls, around the corners, focusing on finding the end of the maze. 

In your concentration you fail to notice the scent, weaving through the halls mindlessly as you attempt to reach the end of the maze. You pay for it as the sound of boots on the concrete floor rushes up behind you. You let out a startled shriek of surprise as your feet leave the floor, your body ragdolling over someone’s shoulder. 

“Got her!” He yells out, weaving around a couple corners before light floods the warehouse, making you wince. 

Your squint as your feet hit the ground again, the night vision goggles lifted from your face. Your nose crinkles as you stare up at Kyle’s smug face, his lips pulled up in a smirk. 

“No fair.” You pout. “I was so close!” 

“You were, but you got sloppy at the end there.” He says, undoing the strap of your helmet to help you take it off. You’re sweaty underneath it, hair sticking to your forehead. You’re glad you ditched your sweatshirt now. 

“Not bad.” John says, exiting the warehouse, Ghost and Johnny following. “Nice strategy.” He says, tossing your sweatshirt to you. 

You shrug, hugging it to your chest. “Had to think fast with what I had on hand.” 

“Running around with no socks on too.” Ghost says, holding up your socks. 

“Left you a little present. You can keep them if you want.” You smirk. 

“Don’t want your nasty socks.” He grumbles, tossing them to you. 

“That was fun.” You say, grinning up at them. “Like being hunted.” You don’t miss the quiet rumble in John’s chest at your words, his eyes darkening just a bit. “Can someone help me out of this now though,” You say, reaching for the velcro straps on the vest. “It’s squishing my boobs.” 

The TV is playing some show, but you're not really paying attention. You haven't been, not for a while now. Your adrenaline had still been pumping a bit after your participation in the exercise earlier, putting you on edge the rest of the day. It had been a bit thrilling, the idea of being hunted like that. You can understand now how omegas enjoy being hunted, beyond just the inevitable end. 

The thought of that being how the exercise ended, all four of them at once, out where anyone could see you...your skin begins to prickle as heat blossoms in your veins. Kyle would get to take you first because he won, he caught you so easily. Would John go second, or would he allow the other members of his pack to go first? Ghost would be rough, taking you from behind, hands bruising on your hips. Your teeth sink into your lip as you imagine him over you, a position you often found yourself in during your training with him. He's just so big, so strong. They all are. 

You won't be able to control yourself during training if you keep going down that thought path. 

John would be gentle, piecing you back together after the others have had their way with you. He'd take care of you, like a good alpha, dragging one more orgasm out of you after you think you can't anymore. 

You let out a shaky breath, trying to calm your scent. You're stinking up the rec room with your fantasies. You turn your head to look at the TV, trying to focus on what's happening on the screen in an effort to distract yourself. 

It doesn't work, the subtle dampness between your thighs ever present on your mind. You have half a mind to get up and seek out Kyle, but like a miracle he appears in the doorway of the rec room. You see his nostrils flare, the lift of his shoulders as he inhales. He can smell your arousal, the spike in the sweetness of your scent. You have no doubt about that. He doesn't say anything, though, instead he approaches the couch silently, kneeling at the end. 

He settles himself on top of you, resting his head on your chest. He lets out a breath as he settles, keeping some of his weight off of you, but he's still pressed against you like a weighted blanket. You fight the urge to shift beneath him, to press your hips up against him, to seek any ounce of relief for the warmth between your thighs. 

You're not sure he's watching the TV either as he lays there, relaxed over you. Your fingers trail patterns across his back, gliding over his soft shirt. He's in blue today, one of your favorite colors on him. He looks good in anything, the perks of being pretty, but blue is one of your favorite colors on him. 

It's silent between you for a while, Kyle relaxed above you while you fight to relax beneath him. If he’s affected at all by your scent, he hides it well. You have half a mind to ask him to take pity on you, to slip his hand beneath your sweatpants and ease the ache between your thighs. He had said whenever you wanted it. All you have to do is ask. 

You shift slightly beneath him, lifting your hand to his head. “Kyle?” You ask, gently trailing your fingers over his scalp. He'd gotten his hair buzzed recently, the curly strands shorter than normal. 

He hums in response, the sound rumbling through your body from where his head rests on your chest. When you don't reply right away he lifts his head, blinking up at you with those big brown eyes. 

“Kiss me?” You ask. 

Your heart starts to race as he pulls himself closer to you, his body dragging against yours. His eyes dart to your lips before they look back into yours for a moment. He leans down, slipping his arms underneath your back as he closes the gap between you. His lips are soft against yours, his kisses gentle and controlled as he holds you like you might break in his grasp. 

“Kyle?” You murmur against his lips, your arms wrapping around his neck. 

He hums again in response, pulling away just slightly to stare down at you. 

“‘M not gonna break.” You say, dragging your nails over his scalp again. “Kiss me like you mean it.” 

His lips twitch in a smirk before he leans down, pressing his lips hard against yours. It’s a searing kiss that nearly steals your breath away. His tongue prods at your lips, and you part them to allow him in. He tastes like the tea he had been drinking after dinner, rich and earthy with a hint of sweetness from the sugar he added. You moan softly into his mouth as his tongue flicks against your own, your thighs squeezing around his waist at the thought of that tongue between your legs. 

He smirks against your lips as if he knows exactly what you’re thinking, his body shifting over yours so he can press one of his thighs between your legs. You move instinctively, your hips grinding against his thigh. Finally you're getting some friction, some relief from the ache. 

“Fuck.” He breathes, pulling you tighter against his chest. “That’s it.” He groans, pressing his thigh harder against your grinding hips. “Gonna cum on my thigh, just like that?” He nips at your jaw, trailing kisses down the line towards your neck. “Haven’t even touched you yet.” 

You try to muffle your moans as you continue to grind against his thigh, the friction on your clit pushing you closer and closer to the edge. “Kyle?” You gasp out, gripping the back of his shirt. “Gonna fuck me on the rec room couch?” 

He lifts his head from your neck, staring down at you for a moment. “Fuck, you’re right. Your room or mine?” 

“Yours.” You say, hanging on for dear life as he scoops you up off the couch, wrapping your legs around his waist. 

He walks you to his room, carrying you the entire way. He kicks the door shut, beelining for his bed. He drops you down on the mattress, your body bouncing as he hastily peels his shirt off, revealing an expanse of smooth skin marked here and there by scars. You immediately reach out, trailing your fingers over his skin. It’s just as soft as it looks, your fingers trailing the lines of his muscles. 

His hand flattens over yours as it reaches his chest, pressing it into his warm skin as he leans down, kissing you again. His hands slip under your thighs, lifting you and switching your positions so he’s seated on the bed, and you’re in his lap. 

“Anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are?” He says, looking up at you. 

“I think it’s been mentioned before.” You say with a shrug, smiling down at him. 

“It’s the truth.” He says, slipping his hands under your shirt. “Deserve to hear it all the time.” 

“Bunch of handsome men complimenting me constantly?” You say, lifting your arms over your head so he can remove your shirt. “Can’t complain about that.” 

“Luckiest men in the world.” He says, smoothing his hands across your back as he presses his face into your throat. “Pretty little omega.” 

You shiver as his teeth nip at your skin, his thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts. You arch against his chest, pressing yourself closer. There’s a bulge in his pants, a shiver of pride running through you at the thought that you did that to him. You elicited such a reaction from him. 

“I never properly thanked you.” You say, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“For what?” He asks, staring up at you curiously. 

“For taking such good care of me during my heat. Couldn’t have been easy, seeing me like that, knowing you couldn’t even touch me.” You grind your hips against his, his teeth sinking into his lip as you grind against his bulge. “Tell me, how many times did you touch yourself while thinking about me?” 

“Too many to count, love.” He groans, leaning his forehead against yours. “Sounded so sweet, getting ruined by our alpha.” 

“Been so patient, waiting for this.” You gasp, still rocking in his lap, the wetness between your thighs intensifying from the friction. “Tell me how you want me.” 

“Sit on my face.” He growls, pushing you off his lap so he can lay down on the bed. 

You shove your pants and underwear down your legs, fighting the urge to be bashful. Kyle has already seen you at your most vulnerable, been up close and personal with your most private parts. Yet, it feels different like this. More intimate, and less of a necessity. 

You take his hand as he offers it, letting him guide you to kneel over his face. You grip the headboard as you hover over him, his hands settling on your hips. 

“Wait-” You say, before he can pull you down onto his face. “What if I suffocate you?” 

“Then I’ll die a happy man.” He says, tugging you down onto his mouth. 

You let out a gasp as his tongue drags through your folds, already soaked from his teasing. His tongue flicks across your clit, eliciting a quiet moan from your lips. Your hips jerk when his mouth closes around your clit, suckling at it with a lewd smack of his lips. 

“Fuck!” You gasp, grinding your hips against his face as he continues to tease your clit, drawing patterns on it with his tongue. 

You’re close already, your legs trembling around his head. He holds you steady, keeping you still above him as he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking on it harshly. Your knees attempt to squeeze around his head as you cum, soaking his face with a cry. He continues to lap at your folds, licking up every last bit of your release before he finally lets you move off his face.

You drop to the side, staring down at him as you try to catch your breath. He licks his lips, his face shiny with your juices. He reaches a hand over, tangling his fingers in your hair as he pulls your face down to his, kissing you. You moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue and lips, already starting to get wet again. 

Kyle wraps his arms around you, flipping you onto your back under him. He hovers over you, the bulge in his pants very visible, even from this position. 

“Sweet little omega.” He says, nipping at your lips. “So fucking perfect.” 

“Kyle,” You gasp, pulling him down into a kiss. “Need you.” 

“I got you.” He soothes you, pressing another kiss to your lips before he sits back on his knees between your legs, staring down at you. He drags his fingers through your folds, still just as slick as they had been before your orgasm. “So fucking wet.” He groans, hastily undoing his belt and pants, kicking them off the end of the bed. 

You stare at him in awe, his cock just as beautiful as he is. Long and thick, curved just slightly. You can’t help but ogle him as he wraps a hand around the base, squeezing it. He’s hard, raging hard, the tip leaking precum already. He really has been so patient, waiting for this. You almost feel bad making him wait so long, but he had agreed to be patient, if only to keep Johnny from making everyone’s lives miserable with his pouting if he didn’t get to go first. 

It’s only fair that you let Johnny go first too, considering Kyle will likely be the one you spend the most time with. It’s only natural, thanks to your bond with John. Kyle’s your beta, just as much as John is your alpha. You’d like Johnny to be your beta too, but you know without that bond with Ghost, it’ll never feel quite the same as it does with Kyle. Regardless, you’ll continue to treat Johnny as if he was your beta. 

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Kyle asks, watching you as you get lost in thought.

You truly do it at the worst possible times.

You lift your gaze to his, staring into those big brown eyes. “Just waiting on you to hurry up and fuck me.” 

You let out a yelp as Kyle’s hand smacks your inner thigh, the sound cracking through the room. 

“Don’t get cheeky now.” He warns, rubbing the spot on your skin that’s quickly turning warm from his smack. “Just making sure you’re alright.” 

“Fine.” You say, spreading your legs further for him. “Be better if you finally fucked me.” 

Your laugh is broken by a moan as he drags his head through your folds, his hand falling to grip your waist. 

“That needy for me, huh?” He asks, teasingly pressing the tip of his cock into you before pulling back. 

“Just worried you might not make it since you’ve waited so long.” You gasp, trying to move your hips to take him deeper into you, but he pins you with the hand on your hip. 

“Careful what you wish for.” He says, the warning clear in his tone. You handled Johnny just fine, you can certainly handle Kyle. 

You hope. 

He finally takes pity on you, sinking his cock deeper into you. You moan at the stretch, flopping back on the bed as you try to relax around him. He rolls his hips in short thrusts, sinking deeper and deeper as you open up to him. You reach for him as he sinks even further into you, his body folding over yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, staring up at him as he seats himself completely inside you, hips pressed flush against yours. 

“Hi.” You breathe, getting lost in his soft gaze. 

“Hi, love.” He grins down at you, fingers brushing your cheeks as he leans on his elbows above you. “Doing alright?” 

You nod, squeezing around him. “Yeah. Feels good.” 

“Good.” He says, leaning down to kiss you. “Been waiting so long for this. Feels better than I imagined.” 

You let out a quiet whine, clenching around him again. The thought of him imagining this, trying to picture what you’d look like, what you’d feel like while he waited patiently for his turn has your body burning hot. You shift your hips below him, causing him to move inside you. 

“Kyle?” You breathe, shifting again. “Please move.” 

“I got you, love.” He smiles down at you, pulling his hips back before slowly pressing forward again. 

Your head falls back as he moves, keeping his pace slow and languid. Heat burns through your veins, your very nerve endings alive as he slowly rolls his hips into you. Something thrums in the back of your mind, the mark on your shoulder almost tingling as you stare up at him, your fingers trailing over the mark on his shoulder, a mirror of the one on your own. A shudder runs through him as your fingers brush the scar, his lips parting in a low groan. You clench around him at the sight of such unbridled pleasure on his face, pulling him closer against your body.

He drags your pleasure out as he makes love to you, slow and passionate and deliberate with every movement. You know you won’t last much longer, the sensations beginning to overwhelm you. 

“I’m close.” You breathe into Kyle’s ear, pressing kisses across his neck. “Don’t stop.” 

“Gonna cum for me?” He groans, keeping his thrusts steady. “Gonna let me see that beautiful face as you come undone for me?” 

Your back arches as you cum, pushed over the edge by his words. Your nails bite into his shoulders, but he offers no complaint as he continues to roll his hips into yours, working you through your orgasm as he chases his own. His pace picks up slightly as he gets closer and closer to the edge, your eyes on his face, wanting to watch him now. 

“Your turn.” You breathe, still trying to catch your breath from your orgasm as you clench around him. 

His head tilts back, lips parted in a deep moan as his hips jerk. His cock twitches inside you, his thrusts getting sloppy as he cums. You trail your hands over his back, sinking your teeth into your lip as you watch his face morph into complete bliss. You’ve never seen anything quite so beautiful. 

He collapses on top of you, just managing to keep his weight off of you thanks to his elbows planted on the bed beside your head. You continue to rub his back, fingers tracing the smooth, sweat slicked skin, only pausing to trace the scars that you find. Kyle presses soft kisses to your face, slowly trailing lower across your jaw and neck. He presses a kiss to your mark, a shudder running through you. He lets out a groan as you clench around him, shifting so he’s face to face with you again. 

“Give me a minute.” He says, slipping out of you as he presses a kiss to your lips. 

“Tired already?” You ask cheekily. 

“No,” He says, kissing you again before slowly sliding down your body. “Just need a minute to catch my breath. Besides,” He settles between your thighs, pressing them open so he’s face to face with your pussy. “I’ve got a mess to clean up.” 

You stand outside the door of John’s office, brows pulled into a frown. You have a feeling you already know what he’s going to say, yet your mind keeps reeling, coming up with the most fantastical ideas as to why you were summoned to his office in the middle of the day. It’s weird that he’s in his office in the middle of the day. Usually they’d be off training, but he’d pulled them all into a meeting this morning after breakfast, one that had gone into your usual lunch time, and then they hadn’t gone to train after you finally got to eat. 

“Come in.” 

Your hand pauses on the handle as you hesitate, almost as if you could prevent what’s going to happen by just not going in. It’s a ridiculous thought. Avoiding this will only likely get you into trouble. 

You step into the office, the air inside different from any of the other times you’ve been in his office. John’s face looks grim and focused behind his desk, and it’s not hard to tell you’re not facing John right now, you’re facing Captain Price. 

You take the seat across from him at his desk when he motions to it, trying to fight the tears threatening to brim in your eyes as you stare at him. You won’t cry. You knew this was going to happen eventually. You knew going in what was going to inevitably happen. You had been well prepared for this part of your new reality, yet you don’t want to acknowledge it now that you’re staring it in the face. 

“I know you’ve likely already figured out what’s going on.” He says, his voice gruff and deeper than normal. 

You can see it in his face. He’s fighting his own battle with having to tell you. You hadn’t expected it, to see him struggle with it. He knew it as well as you did. He knew it better than you did, and yet, you can see the turmoil behind that focused gaze. 

He lets out a sigh as he continues, hands closing into fists on his desk, his tone almost apologetic. The words sting despite the fact you had known they were coming, despite the fact you had expected them when you walked into the office. “This morning we had a debrief for a new assignment. We’ll be leaving tonight. All four of us.”  

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Birthday Character Headcanons

Birthday headcanons for my characters: Red✨, The Devil Next Door, Forbidden (Prof Van✨ and Prof Bond✨), Dad Van

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Character Headcanons Main Masterlist

Red

❤️ "Really? In here? You can't be serious!" You giggle breathlessly as Van presses you back against the bathroom door, causing it to slam shut.

❤️ "I'm deadly serious," he grins, fingers entwining with yours as he pulls your arms up above your head and presses your hands against the woodwork. "Did ya really think ya could go on teasing me all night without any consequences, huh?"

❤️ "Oh, I'm sorry," you smirk mischievously up at him, pushing your hips forward until they just barely brush his. "And there was me thinking you had self-control."

❤️ Your seductive demeanour tinged with a mismatched faux innocence definitely has the desired effect, you can see the wicked glint in Van's eyes as he gazes down on you with unbridled hunger. "When it comes to you babe, I don't have any, you should know that by now. And besides, it's my birthday. I think it's about time I unwrapped my present, don't you?"

❤️ You've been so good trying to resist him but you knew you were doomed tonight by the time you'd finished your third drink at the house party Van had thrown to celebrate the occasion.

❤️ His eyes had followed you around the room all night and at first you'd tried to ignore him but as the minutes ticked by you'd got bolder; furtive, secretive glances turned to lingering, loaded gazes. Pretty soon you were eye-fucking each other across the crowded kitchen.

❤️ It started not to matter that you were here at Van's party with your boyfriend Larry and all your unsuspecting friends. He had that effect on you, all your morals and good sense disintegrated as longing and desire took over.

❤️ In a rash moment of recklessness you'd sidled off to the bathroom and slipped out of your panties, rolling them into your balled fist as you'd re-joined the party and made a beeline for Van. You'd slipped them surreptitiously into the back pocket of his jeans as you'd brushed past him, whispering a sultry "happy birthday" into his ear.

❤️ Of course you knew exactly what would happen when you'd headed back for the stairs ten minutes later after ensuring Van had watched you slip away.

❤️ Kissing Van when you do find time to be alone together is a complete sensual experience... it's hot and slow and dirty... hands still pinned above your head he slides a thigh in between your legs and you can't help but grind yourself against him, moaning shamelessly into his mouth as your naked core comes into contact with the rough denim.

❤️ "Not such a tease now are ya?" He taunts in between deep, wet kisses, snaring your bottom lip in between his teeth gently as he pulls back, your foreheads still pressed together.

❤️ "Just shut up and fuck me," you whine, hips shunting forward as you press yourself against him, desperate for more friction.

❤️ You'd be fumbling with his belt and tearing at the buttons of his jeans now if you could but Van has other ideas. "I don't think you're in any position to make demands, do ya love? Now, as it's my birthday I get to call the shots, okay?"

❤️ Securing both of your wrists with one of his large hands, the other snakes under the hem of your short dress, quickly finding your clit with practised ease and starting to massage it in slippery, concentrated circles.

❤️ "But Van," you gasp in whispered, moaned breaths, your legs already trembling as he presses down with just the right amount of pressure that has you gushing all over his thigh. "It's your birthday... I should be treating you..."

❤️ "This is my treat," he says, blue eyes boring intently into yours as he watches your face contort with pleasure. "Wanna watch you fall apart on my fingers over and over again. Fuck Y/N... you're so beautiful... so good for me. I wish it could be like this all the time... I just want you all to myself."

❤️ His lips close over yours again, swallowing your needy whimpers and whines as he coaxes the first orgasm of many from you, your body spasming with shudder after delicious shudder.

The Devil Next Door

❤️‍🔥 You'd never kiss Van. Never in a million years. Not even if he was the last man on earth.

❤️‍🔥 I mean yeah, you've thought about it. Lonely nights when you're lying in bed, recalling how pink and plush his lips had looked when you'd exchanged heated words on your driveway over some trivial matter that you should have just let go... but you never can let things lie with Van.

❤️‍🔥 That's just the thing with him. No matter how much he winds you up and gets under your skin and infuriates you, you're drawn to him. Rather than it putting you off, your volatile exchanges just stoke the fire burning inside you that you try so hard to ignore, but you can't...

❤️‍🔥 It's actually insane how much you're attracted to him... not that you'd ever let him know that. You'd rather die than let him have the smug satisfaction of the knowledge that you secretly lust after him. And you'd NEVER kiss him, you're absolutely positive of that.

❤️‍🔥 That's until you attend the fateful birthday party that he throws... the one that changes everything.

❤️‍🔥 Your first kiss was contrived... I suppose that's the best way to describe it... it certainly didn't happen naturally. You were just tipsy and caught up in the mood, inhibitions melted away, so when Johnny suggested a game of 'spin the bottle' you were well up for it, downing a few more shots first for good measure.

❤️‍🔥 You'd kissed Tom twice (much to his delight), a random black-haired girl who tasted of coconut lip balm and you'd even had a hilarious sloppy smooch with a very inebriated Johnny, and when it was your turn again the bottle stopped dead on Van.

❤️‍🔥 "No fucking way, it's a fix!" You'd slurred, demanding a re-spin but Bondy was having none of it. "C'mon Y/N. How can it be a fix? You spun it yourself! Now get on with it... unless you're too scared yer gonna fall in love or summat?"

❤️‍🔥 Bastard! Your cheeks are glowing furiously and you look at Van who's sitting there, leaning back on his hands with the biggest smirk on his face. "Happy Birthday to me!" He sniggers.

❤️‍🔥 "Let's just get this over with!" You huff.

❤️‍🔥 Your heart's going like the clappers but you're determined not to show your nerves and embarrassment as you carefully manoeuvre yourself on to Van's lap, flinching as you feel eager fingers curl around your waist.

❤️‍🔥 The way you move together is stilted and clumsy, noses bumping and then teeth clashing as you both mumble curses under your breath. That's when you release that despite Van's outward show of cockiness around you he's actually just as nervous as you are.

❤️‍🔥 It gives you an unexpected surge of confidence and recklessness and without thinking you're cupping his face in your hands and closing your eyes as you lean in close.

❤️‍🔥 The soft plump flesh of his lips feels so perfect pressing against yours and you part your lips, tongues entwining. You can smell the scent of his cologne and feel the heat coming off his body, a small breathy groan escaping him which ignites your blood. All of a sudden the rest of the room melts away as you let your body sink against his.

❤️‍🔥 You're so consumed in the kiss that when you hear loud whoops and whistles and jeered shouts of "get a room" and "fucking 'ell, you pair gonna come up for air?" it brings you back down to earth with a pretty sobering bump.

❤️‍🔥 You scramble off Van's lap in an instant, wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand, your flustered gaze meeting Van's over-awed one in an awkward moment that has your head reeling even more.

❤️‍🔥 "Gonna go get another drink... wash the taste away," you mutter, making sure that Van can hear you but he hardly looks bothered. He sits there looking mightily pleased with himself, lips smeared with your lippy as you stalk off into the kitchen.

❤️‍🔥 That's it. You're never kissing him again. EVER. That was just a one off... and this time you mean it.

Forbidden - Prof Van

🖤 It's no secret that it's Van's birthday, he'd let it slip that the date was coming up in last week's lecture when Erica had been querying deadlines for coursework.

🖤 You've been considering getting him a present but you can't decide on anything... but then you suppose a gift doesn't have to be an actual physical thing. It could be a gesture or an experience... and what you'd be prepared to offer would definitely be more memorable than a box of chocolates or a bottle of whiskey... you'd make sure of that.

🖤 You smirk as you enter the lecture room on 1st August to see Erika blushing coyly as she hands over a fancy box of luxury chocolates to her favourite Professor. Van thanks her warmly whilst she's gushing about how much she appreciates his unwavering support this semester, but he's plainly distracted. How could he not be when you've just sauntered past wearing the skimpiest dress which admittedly isn't really appropriate for a 9am Tuesday morning lecture... not that you give a fuck about that.

🖤 Van doesn't really stand a chance. Even though his demeanour towards you in class is always professional you've every intention of being the naughtiest of distractions this morning, a carefully selected cherry flavoured lollipop protruding from your glossed lips.

🖤 You take a seat right at the front of the lecture room and fix Van with a secretive smile as he welcomes everyone to class, satisfied when his gaze lingers on you a little too long as you pucker your lips suggestively around the lolly.

🖤 "So today we're going to focus on revision for the upcoming final exams... I trust you've all been... uhhh... working hard..." He pauses and clears his throat as he longingly watches your tongue swirl around the tip of the candy.

🖤 He quickly looks away but you've already seen the heat in his eyes and the slight flush creep on to his cheeks... you're pretty sure it's not solely the August heat causing him to loosen the collar of his shirt either.

🖤 Satisfied that your class mates are concentrating on the lecture taking place rather than your wicked antics you increase your efforts, licking the sticky syrup that's dripping down the lolly stick and sucking the lollipop slowly in and out of your mouth, accentuating every movement. The whole time you're watching Van from under your lashes, putting on a performance that's sure to tease. His concentration's shot, forever darting back to you.

🖤 Eventually you settle down, but you know you're in trouble. The atmosphere is charged as Van dismisses the class and demands sternly that you stay behind. "Y/N... I'd like a word please... my office... straight after class."

🖤 You're the picture of innocence when you knock on Van's door five minutes later, eyes wide like you've no idea what you've been summoned for. "You wanted to see me Sir?"

🖤 "What the fuck was that huh?" He's up on his feet so fast his chair shoots backwards and hits the wall behind him with a thwack so loud it makes you physically jump. "And don't even think of playing the innocent with me 'cause you knew exactly what you were doing to me back there in class."

🖤 "I really have no idea wh...." Your words are cut off as his lips crash feverishly into yours, his tongue invading your mouth as your whole body is pushed firmly against the office door. He's already hard and you smirk inside at the knowledge of how much he must have been lusting after you all morning.

🖤 When he finally pulls back you're both breathless, and he's got that wicked glint in his eyes that fills you with excited anticipation, his hands already unbuckling his belt as he speaks.

🖤 "Suppose you think you're clever huh, putting on that little show with the lollipop? Winding me up when I can't do anything about it?" He sneers at your mischievous smile as he tears open the buttons on his jeans and pushes them down his hips. "Well now you can put that filthy mouth to even better use. Down on your fucking knees... NOW! Show me what a good girl you can be."

🖤 You know better than to hesitate, dutifully dropping down to your knees and looking up at him, letting him take full control as he winds your hair into a tight fist and yanks your head even further back so he has the perfect view as he forces his throbbing cock between your lips.

🖤 His movements are sharp with just the right amount of aggression that has wetness flooding between your thighs, and before you can even draw a breath and ready yourself he's fucking your mouth with ruthless thrusts.

🖤 It's overwhelming as he tests your limits, your head emptying of all thoughts apart from the weight of his cock on your tongue and the ache in your jaw, the insistent throbbing in your cunt as he uses you for his own pleasure. You hear his voice drifting down from above, a contrasting softness to his harsh actions. "Shit baby, you're doing so good. Just let me know if it gets too much... just squeeze my leg if you need to stop. Fuck... feels so good... you look so pretty with your mouth full of me..."

🖤 You appreciate his mindfulness but there's no way you're tapping out, even though your eyes are brimming with tears and your throat's burning as you gag around his thick cock, you're determined to take every inch that he gives you. The sight and sound of him losing control as he takes what he wants is the most satisfying reward there is.

🖤 It's only a matter of minutes before he releases his load down the back of your throat with a sharp snap of his hips and a husky groan.

🖤 Even as you're spluttering on his cum you still manage to gasp out a shaky "H... happy birthday Sir!" which has him chuckling as he wipes away your tears.

🖤 He hauls you on to your feet, lifting you effortlessly on to his desk and shunting a stack of paperwork carelessly on to the floor. "Hope you don't think I'm finished with you yet darlin', I'm just getting started."

Forbidden - Prof Bond

🧡 August is fast becoming your favourite month. Not only is the weather fine and the days long and balmy but it's also Leo season which means one very important thing... you get to treat your two favourite Professors to a birthday treat that they're not going to forget in a hurry.

🧡 Finally 21st August rolls around and you can barely contain your excitement. Professor Bond's been away at a conference all week and you've missed his sweet attention and his blissful caresses... but it's his special day so you want to make sure the focus is on him for a change.

🧡 You select an appropriately slutty dress and conveniently 'forget' to put any underwear on, finishing off your look with a slick of cherry red lipstick. You know Johnny loves the colour, whenever you wear it he can't take his eyes off your lips.

🧡 "Y/N... what can I do for you?" He sounds surprised when you arrive at his office, eyes slipping down to appraise you quickly but shooting right back up like he's pretending he's not noticed the plunging neckline of your dress or the shortness of your hemline.

🧡 That's the thing with Professor Bond... he's always trying to do the right thing. He doesn't quite manage it though... you make sure of that.

🧡 "Well I thought seeing as it was your birthday it was more about what I could do for you..." You walk up to his desk, letting your fingers trail over the paper work, purposefully knocking off a pen which drops on to the floor.

🧡 "Oops, I'm so clumsy!" You giggle, immediately turning around and bending over to retrieve the pen, smiling to yourself as you feel the cool air of the office high up on the backs of your thighs. You hear him let out a quiet sigh as he notices your lack of underwear.

🧡 "Y/N," he says sternly. "We talked about this before I went away. We agreed no more hook ups in the office, it's way too risky." He sounds resolute but that doesn't put you off, if anything his resistance just tempts you all the more. You love a challenge.

🧡 "No, I think you'll find that you talked about it, I just listened. And I didn't actually agree to anything." You walk around the desk, coming to a stop behind him, placing your hands on his shoulders and kneading them gently. "Now do you want your birthday surprise or not?"

🧡 "That depends on what it is. I don't suppose it's just a shoulder massage is it?" He keeps looking forward, chuckling quietly under his breath when you tell him that no, that's not what it is. "If I tell you then it won't be a surprise now will it?"

🧡 "I tell you what," he begins, and you can hear the playfulness in his voice as he softens under your touch. "I'll let you do whatever you want as long as we both keep our clothes on... okay?"

🧡 "Fine by me," you smile, letting your hands trail across the planes of his shoulders before they move back up, starting to loosen the tie around his neck. "And since when did you start wearing a tie? This doesn't count as clothing by the way," you add quickly.

🧡 "What? You mean don't like it?" He laughs, letting you pull it free from his shirt collar. "Obviously not!"

🧡 He's relaxed now, humming in contentment as you move your hands down his upper arms slowly, kneading him through his shirt, still under the pretence of carrying out some sort of relaxing massage. "Mmm... that feels nice..."

🧡 "I always make you feel good don't I?" You whisper in his ear, grazing his ear lobe with your teeth, nipping it gently. He hums in appreciation and whilst he's distracted you take the opportunity to pull his hands quickly behind his back and fasten them tightly with the tie.

🧡 "What the..." he gasps, eyes a little wild with shock as you spin his chair around in a swift movement and drop straight down on to your knees on the carpet. "Do you trust me?" You ask, looking up at him with soft doe eyes and an impish smile.

🧡 "Something tells me I'd be a fool to do that," he mutters, and you see him pulling on his restraints as if to test them... only lightly though, the awed look on his face suggests that he's thrilled by this naughty dominant side to you.

🧡 Just as instructed you don't remove any of his clothing, you just carefully and slowly unzip his fly, looking up at him through your lashes the whole time, ramping up the tension.

🧡 Just as expected he's already rock hard as you pull his cock free, giving it a few languid strokes. "Oh you poor thing, you're so hard already. Didn't you have anyone to take care of you whilst you were away? It must feel pretty uncomfortable. Maybe I should kiss it better for you?"

🧡 "Fuck Y/N..." he growls softly, hips jerking upwards as your tongue laps softly at the sensitive head of his cock. "God I've missed you."

🧡 "Missed you too... want me to show you how much?" You don't wait for an answer, hollowing out your cheeks as you slide your lips fully down his length, not stopping until your nose brushes his thatch of dark curls and your eyes are watering.

🧡 You pull out all the stops, determined to give him the filthiest, most sloppy head until he's cursing and groaning and writhing in the chair, so close to his release that his balls pull up tight and his body tenses in readiness... then you stop, pulling off with a wet pop.

🧡 "Oh... you didn't think you were getting your birthday present already did you?" You ask with wide-eyed innocence, watching him carefully as you resume your light teasing touches from earlier, gauging his reactions, soaking up his dismayed frustration. "Greedy boy," you tut at him.

🧡 "Shit... c'mon love... I need ya," he pleads, the longing in his voice highlighting his desperation, his eyes hazed with lust as he implores you. You know if his hands weren't bound he'd be lacing his fingers through your hair to guide your lips back to his cock right now.

🧡 "Patience birthday boy," you purr up at him before you lick a slow stripe from his balls right up the underside of his cock to the tip where you press a soft kiss. "Now you'd better get comfortable, because I have all the time in the world today... and I have no intention of letting you come until I'm good and ready... you got that Sir?"

Dad Van

💗 Van specifically said he didn't want you or the kids to make a fuss of him on his birthday. Were you going to listen? Of course not!

💗 He does so much for you and the kids and you want to give him an extra special day... and besides you don't intend to lavish expensive gifts on him. The best things in life are free after all.

💗 You have to sneakily set your alarm early to wake up before Van who's usually wide awake and buzzing for the day whilst you're still bleary-eyed and drooling on to your pillow.

💗 For once he's snoring when the alarm goes off but the sound causes him to stir and he turns over, snuggling up to you, arms wrapped tightly around you, nuzzling into your neck.

💗 He's even more affectionate and cuddly than normal this morning and it's a wrench to leave his arms, his adorable dopey face pulling into a sulky pout as you slip away with the promise of being back soon.

💗 You try to sneak down surreptitiously with the kids even though the sound of them thundering excitedly down the stairs resembles a herd of tiny elephants.

💗 "It's Daddy's special day! I can't wait to surprise him!" Grace cries loud enough to wake the dead and certainly a snoozing Van so you give up any pretence of trying to make it a surprise.

💗 Leo's babbling away "Da-da, Da-da, Da-da!" You'd repeated "ma-ma" to him over and over in the hopes it would be his first word but frustratingly Van had won that one (and been smug about it ever since).

💗 Van has a legendary appetite so you decide to treat him and start to prepare him a full English breakfast.

💗 Grace insists on 'helping' which translates to burning the toast but thankfully she gets distracted by the gorgeous summer weather outside. You think she's playing but she comes running into the kitchen ten minutes later carrying a huge handful of daisies.

💗 "This is daddy's present, I made it all myself!" She grins toothily, opening up her hands to show you a beautifully constructed daisy chain.

💗 "That's gorgeous Gracie, daddy's gonna love it!"

💗 Van earns himself breakfast in bed on his special day. There's bacon, sausages, eggs, hash browns, toast and beans all piled up on the plate. "Aww this is amazing, thank you love, you're an angel!" Van enthuses, tucking straight in.

💗 "It wasn't all mummy," Grace is quick to cut in. "I made the toast."

💗 Van holds up a blackened slice and takes a big bite, mumbling how tasty it is and rubbing his belly whilst he's trying to hide a grimace. "You've definitely inherited your dad's culinary skills rather than mine!" You laugh.

💗 Not put off in the slightest, Van starts shovelling the rest of the breakfast into his mouth so quick that he has baked bean sauce running down his chin, much to Grace and Leo's horror.

💗 "Ewww Daddy, you're so gross! You eat like a pig!" Van pulls a ridiculous face and starts snorting loudly, making the kids squeal and jump up and down on the bed.

💗 After Van's cleared his plate Grace announces that she has a special present for her dad and produces the daisy chain which she arranges carefully on his head like a crown.

💗 "As it's your special day I thought you should be king for the day... and kings wear crowns so I made you one!"

💗 "Thank you darlin', I think it's probably one of my favourite gifts ever, I never want to take it off!"

💗 "Oh, that's just beautiful... really suits you," you chuckle at Van's fake enthusiasm. He's such a softie with the children, he'll let them do absolutely anything to him. "Doesn't he look pretty kids?"

💗 "I think I can make him look even prettier!" Grace giggles eagerly, running into her room and returning with her Disney Princess hair and make-up kit whilst you snigger at the fear in Van's eyes which he tries to hide with a nervous laugh.

💗 "Aww I don't think that's necessary Gracie, I'm sure mummy would much prefer a make-over... that's more her sort of thing."

💗 Grace is hearing none of it. "But it's your birthday, not mummy's!" She beams, pulling out some pink sparkly ribbon and waving it in Van's face, undeterred.

💗 You blatantly ignore Van's 'help me' expression, making an excuse that Leo's nappy needs changing, sniggering to yourself as you hear cries of "pink nail varnish will look better, it'll go with your hair ties!"

💗 You leave Van and Grace for some quality daddy/daughter bonding time whilst you're playing with Leo. They don't emerge for another hour but when they do you can't hold back the laughter as you take in the sight of your husband with a head full of braids fastened with tiny pink bows and glittered lashes that catch the sunlight streaming in through the windows.

💗 "Is that mascara you're wearing?" You snicker, sliding your phone out your pocket to take a few surreptitious shots before Van realises what you're doing. You know that you can trust Larry to upload them to the band WhatsApp group and Van will get a proper roasting.

💗 You've bought Van a bottle of his favourite cologne, a couple of new shirts (even though you know he'll resist throwing out his old ones with holes in) and some vinyl from bands you'd never heard of which came highly recommended by Bondy.

💗 The rest of the day is spent doing family things. You visit Van's parents, take the dogs for a walk on the coast then treat Van to tea and cake at his favourite cafe. He doesn't stop beaming for the whole day and you love seeing him like this.

💗 Grace was most disappointed that Van wanted to remove his make up and hair accessories before you left the house, but he'd conceded and agreed to keep the pink nail polish on.

💗 "That'll be great for when we go and watch the new Barbie movie next week Daddy... you did promise to take me didn't you? I can give you another make-over then!"

💗 When the kids are finally tucked up in bed you and Van snuggle up on the sofa to watch a movie together. "So... did you have a good day then?" You ask, cuddling into his arms. "Did the birthday boy get everything he wanted?"

💗 "It's been perfect babe... really amazing... you and the kids make every day special though." He dips his head down to scatter ticklish kisses down your neck, humming low into your ear in a way that sends warm shivers though you. "There's one present I think you forgot though... and I think I'm gonna enjoy unwrapping this one the most..."

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Masterlist

Sam Fender x Reader

One-Shots

Absolute Bliss

What's Meant To Be

Birthday Surprise (angst)

Series

“Love Again”

Playlist

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Johnny Bond x Reader/OFC

One-Shots

Festival Reunion (smut)

3 a.m. Cuppas

Van McCann x Reader

One-Shots

Van turns 32

Birthday Getaway

Painful Memories

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THE OTHER BROTHER

Johnny Miller (Joel’s twin) x f!reader | Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: you’re in love with your neighbor Joel but he doesn’t notice you. After another failure to get his attention, someone unexpected offers their help - Joel’s twin brother, Johnny.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, angst, twin au, age gap (Joel and Johnny are in their 30s, reader is in her early 20s), pining, unrequited love, heartbreak, hurt/comfort/hurt/comfort?, virginity loss, insecure reader, soft Johnny, praise kink, size kink, f!oral, breast play, unprotected piv (wrap it up), belly bulge, aftercare, kinda hopeful ending. Pics are only for the mood, reader has no physical description but she wears a dress.

Word count: 7,6 k

A/n: Kate, are Joel and Tommy not enough for you?! Nope, I need one more Miller bro!! I was inspired by Aly’s/ @iamasaddie post and Mina’s / @evolnoomym comment💕💕 Idk whose edit it is, lmk if you do, so I could send my kudos. That edit did something to me. Hope y’all will like the story!💖 Kisses to @milla-frenchy for betaing💋 Dividers by @/saradika-graphics

MASTERLIST

You walked into Joel’s backyard with hope, carrying you on its wings, and excitement, twisting your stomach. A cute summer dress, open sandals, accessories— everything had been planned out and thought over lots of times beforehand. It was your chance to get him to notice you, to finally see you as a woman and not only as his neighbors’ daughter.

You had attended Joel’s barbecues every summer since a few years back when your family had moved on that street. Almost instantly you had fallen in love with your middle aged neighbor Joel. He was handsome, funny, polite, very charming and on top of everything a single parent. Joel seemed to be a wonderful father. You weren’t friends with Sarah, but it wasn’t hard to notice the way they connected. They had that heartwarming father-daughter bond that you and your dad for some reason had never had.

You couldn’t think of anyone else but him. You had thought that leaving for college might have helped but it hadn’t. No one could compare to the perfect Joel Miller. Unfortunately you were just a girl for him. He was always polite and warm but his gaze would always slide over you. You had been crying and yearning for his love for years but it had felt as unreachable as the stars over your head. Unattainable dream.

Thinking that you had nothing to lose, you decided to try your luck once more. You had come back home for a summer break, and after a long time away from your parents you felt mature and confident enough to make Joel notice you. So you stepped into his backyard with a set goal in your mind—to win Joel Miller’s heart.

You found your parents among the other guests and joined them, before searching the backyard for a pair of beautiful brown eyes. Of course Joel was handling the grill. Butterflies in your stomach swirled in excitement, your heartbeat increased but the initial joy of seeing the man of your dreams evaporated instantly, when you noticed that he wasn't alone. His strong arm was wrapped around a waist of a beautiful woman. She was laughing and talking to him, and when Joel leaned down to gently kiss her lips, your heart shattered into a million pieces.

"What's wrong, honey?"

You tried to control your emotions when you heard your mom's voice but it was next to impossible. Upcoming tears squeezed your throat, your lower lip began trembling.

You shook your head and hastily turned away from the sight that set your butterflies on fire - the love of your life was kissing another woman.

“I’m ok,” you lied. “just something in my eye.”

You tried to cover your tears with your hand, and your mom stepped up closer to you, about to offer help but suddenly you heard a deep voice to your right.

“Hey. Don’t think we’ve met.”

Wetness was coating your eyes, distorting your sight, and you barely glanced at the man, who came up to your parents and you, and mumbled,

“Excuse me... I need…need to use the bathroom.”

You rushed away, your parents calling after you but you didn’t stop. You were full on crying.

You ran through Joel’s kitchen and hall and rushed to your house.

You were walking up the stairs of the porch when you heard someone shout behind you,

“Hey, wait!”

You turned around, wiping the tears away with the back of your hand, and what you saw made your jaw drop. Or rather who you saw.

It was Joel. At least you thought so at first. The man looked exactly like your crush but he was dressed differently— Joel whom you had seen five minutes ago was wearing a dark tee while his doppelganger had a plaid green shirt on with a white tee underneath. But the most striking difference was his hair- he had a short buzz cut contrary to Joel’s dark curls. His hair was lighter than his twin’s, just like his eyes.

The stranger came up to you slowly, his expression full of concern and sympathy. You were so flabbergasted that you forgot to hide your reddened eyes and wet face and were staring at the man with your mouth agape.

“I’m Johnny. Joel’s brother. I wanted to make sure ya fine.”

You continued staring at the man, completely lost for words and he talked again,

“I’m his twin brother,” he added, noticing your surprise. “I guess he doesn’t talk much about me, huh?” The stranger smiled as you shook your head.

“Wanna sit down?”

He motioned to the porch bench and you should have probably said ‘no’ and gone to your room to cry your eyes out but a few last minutes were so surreal and emotional that you couldn’t think straight anymore. You nodded. The man followed you there, took a seat at a respectable distance from you, his body turned to you slightly. You were staring at your hands, not sure what to talk about with your new acquaintance.

For a few moments you two were sitting in silence until you remembered the way Joel had been looking at the woman and a pathetic sob crawled up your throat.

“I don’t like her either,” Johnny said and your teary eyes snapped up at him.

“Hm?”

“His new girl. Too bossy. I’m not a fan.”

“I -I don’t… ’don’t like her’. I don’t know her at all,” you croaked.

“Yeah, but you like him, right?”

Your stomach dropped and you faked an awkward laugh, shaking your head.

“No, no, I don’t.”

“Quit lyin’, girl. I’m not dumb. I saw you waltz in there with a happy smile and then when you saw them...Damn, poor thing. Unless you’re in love with her but—,” he chuckled and you hastily shook your head again, waving your hands in protest.

“I don’t love him, oh my god!”

“Ok, ok. Keep denyin’ it. You can watch him get married and have a bunch of kids then.”

When you heard his words your heart froze and, not being able to hide your feelings, you broke into tears, covering your face with your hands.

“Fuck.” The man immediately scooted closer to you and placed his arm around your shoulders.

“’m sorry, sweetheart. I’ve been harsh. Maybe I’m a fool and you just had a bad day, that’s all.”

“No, no, you’re right. I do! I do love him,” you confessed in between sobs.

For a few moments you were crying and Johnny was rubbing your arm with his big hand until he spoke softly,

“You seem like a nice girl. Beautiful, sweet. Have you tried makin‘ him interested?”

You raised your teary eyes at the man and for some weird reason you admitted to him that you had fallen in love with Joel a long time ago but he had never noticed you.

“My brother sounds like an idiot. Look at you. You’re hot, baby.”

You smiled and dropped your eyes.

“And your smile is fuckin’ gorgeous.”

You felt warmth spread in your belly when the man put his finger under your chin and tilted your head up to face him.

You looked at him attentively, taking in every feature of his familiar yet novice face, and noticed that he was as handsome as Joel. His skin was more tan and his eyes were lighter, a mixture of hazel and green, and your heart fluttered at his beauty.

“Do you wanna get ‘im?”

Now it was your turn to laugh.

“Get him?”

“Yeah. First you need to make him notice you.”

“But he has a girlfriend,” you mumbled with defeat ringing in your words.

“So? She ain’t his wife. He can dump her whenever.”

You were quiet.

“Listen. I can get you into this house. Into his life. He’ll see you often and I bet he’ll notice the fuck out of such a hottie.”

You felt your cheeks heat up when you glanced at him and asked,

“How would you do that?”

The man winked at you with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

“Let’s pretend that you and I are going out.”

You giggled, thinking it was a joke, but Johnny kept talking and you realized that he was absolutely serious.

“I’m stayin’ with him right now. We’ll spend a lot of time in his house. He’ll notice you and then fall in love with you in no time.”

“I’m not sure he will. I’m too shy,” you admitted.

“He loves shy girls. And even if you ain’t very talkative. Damn, look at you. You’re hot. And I’ll wingman the fuck out of you.”

“Really?”

“Of course. Brothers share everything. Like, “Bro, yesterday she rocked my world. Her mouth’s heaven. And then she rode me! Damn, she’s the best I ever had. See?”

You were blinking at him with an open mouth and burning up cheeks. When you heard his filthy words you couldn’t help but gush into your panties. Johnny didn’t seem to hold back.

“He’ll be hard over you immediately.”

You furrowed your brows and asked,

“But isn’t there a bro code or something? that you can’t date your brothers’ ex girlfriends?”

“Nah, we don’t follow that.” Johnny waved away your concerns with his big hand. “We dated the same girls all the time in school. What’s good for me’s good for him, right?”

You didn’t know what to think. Johnny's idea was crazy but all of his arguments made a lot of sense. And you were desperate.

“Ok. We can try I guess,” you said, nervously fumbling with the hem of your dress.

“Fuck yeah we can!”

He gave you a charming smile and you smiled back, feeling a little better.

“But my parents can’t know, ok? I’ll tell them I’m with friends.”

“No problem. It’s fake anyway so no reason to make ‘em worry. But—,” he paused, his expression turning serious, — If we want it to work, we need to spend time together beforehand. It’ll help you to get comfortable around me, yeah? to make it believable.”

You nodded, trying to understand what he meant by ‘spend time’.

“Wanna do it now? Let’s hang out in your room. For some time.”

“Aren’t they gonna look for you?” You asked, glancing back at Joel’s house.

“I’m a big boy, baby, I don’t need to tell anyone where I’m goin’.” Johnny replied with a wink.

“Oh yeah, right.”

You got up and headed to the door. Your accomplice followed you, and when you were walking upstairs, you turned to him.

“Johnny, if my parents come early, they can’t see you ok?”

“No problem, I’ll hide in a closet,” he chuckled and gave you another wink.

When you entered your bedroom, Johnny looked around and took his flannel off. He was standing in the middle of your room, white tee stretched over his broad chest, his muscles bulging out of the short sleeves. He rolled them up, exposing more of his arms, and you swallowed loudly. He was bigger than Joel and in your small room he looked so huge and tall, that you felt your core burn.

“Cosy,” Johnny said, walking to your bed and plopped on it unceremoniously. He leaned his back against the headboard, his booted feet hanging off the edge. You were staring at him awkwardly, not knowing if you should sit next to him. Getting on the bed with practically a stranger was not something you could do easily.

So you sat down on a chair by your desk.

"Nah-uh. Get over ‘ere, bunny." He shook his head and patted the space next to him on the bed.

"Ehm... I don't know."

"Jesus, I don't bite. You need to get used to bein’ close to me. Joel isn't stupid. He'll sense that something's fishy if you're skittish like that."

You couldn't deny that he was right. So you came up to the other side of the bed and settled next to him.

"Wanna tell me a bit about yourself, beautiful?" he asked, flashing you a charming smile.

You felt your cheeks burn but after a moment of hesitation, you began telling him about your hobbies, your friends and your plans after graduation. He didn't interrupt you. He asked a few questions but mostly he was just nodding, listening to you attentively. A few times his gaze slid down to your lips, your cleavage, your naked legs, crossed at the ankles.

His eyes were leaving a pleasant heat in their wake until your whole body lit up and a constant warmth settled between your legs. Your pussy was tingling only from you being next to your new acquaintance, hearing his scent, masculine and enticing, seeing him smile at your words. His hazel eyes were getting darker the longer you talked, the more he looked at you.

“What about you, Johnny? What do you do?” You asked, wishing to learn more about the man you were about to fake date.

He averted his eyes and rubbed his scruffy cheek.

”It’s complicated, baby. I’d tell you if you were my girlfriend. For real I mean. But —.” He looked at you with an apologetic smile.

“Oh,” is all you could say in return, blinking at him.

“I can tell you that I travel a lot. ‘s prolly why we’ve never met. I can’t often visit Joel and Sarah.”

It got silent in the room for a moment except for the sound of birds’ chirping, coming through an open window.

“Do you wanna watch something?“ you asked, suddenly feeling awkward.

“Yeah, ‘k.” Johnny took his boots off and placed his feet on the bed. You marveled at how quickly he seemed to get comfortable but decided that he was just that easy-going.

You took your laptop and asked what he wanted to watch.

“Whatever you want, beautiful.”

You smiled at the compliment and your chest fluttered.

”We can watch The Office. It always relaxes me.”

“Yeah, I really wanna see you relaxed, bunny,” he smirked and you stuck your tongue out at him.

A few minutes later you were on the bed, shoulder to shoulder, watching a random episode of the Office that you put on.

Soon Johnny slid down the bedspread and placed his head on your pillow.

“C’mere,” he mumbled, pulling you down with him.

You didn’t know how and why you let him but soon his hand was wrapped around your shoulder and your head was resting on his broad chest.

He was warm and big and you felt your panties dampen more.

“I like that guy,” he commented after some time of watching.

“Ryan? He’s kind of a douche,” you giggled.

“Really?” Johnny hummed.

You continued watching the show, sometimes chuckling from time to time. Once Johnny absentmindedly bucked his hips up and your gaze involuntarily landed on a prominent bulge in his jeans. And then a few times on purpose.

Getting too turned on, you closed your eyes, trying to calm down the fire in your core. Unfortunately it got worse as without your eyesight your whole being concentrated on the strong arm resting heavily on you, on Johnny's scent, his steady, deep breathing.

“Baby?”

Johnny’s voice took you out of your horny trance and you hummed feeling your cheeks burn.

“Can you tell me something?”

“Yes?”

He sat up and you did the same, looking at him with confusion, trying to hide your arousal.

“Can you close your eyes and tell me if my voice is similar to Joel’s? People always answer differently. I wanna know what you think.”

You raised your brows.

“I can tell you right now. It’s similar. Very.”

“No, close your eyes, listen to it.”

You shrugged your shoulders and did what he asked, a little smile dancing on your lips.

“Hey, baby. You're very beautiful.” You smiled wider when you heard his gruff voice, squealing inside at the compliment.

”Thank you, Joel,” you laughed and added, “You sound just like him.” You opened your eyes but Johnny shook his head, motioning for you to shut them again. You did and heard the man sigh deeply.

“Ya know. I’ve been such a fool. I didn’t notice you before but now I see. How gorgeous you are. Crazy hot.”

Your smile vanished as you were listening to him, eyes closed, chewing on your lip. You had dreamed of hearing those words for such a long time that your heart could burst out of your chest at the moment.

“You have a girlfriend, Joel,” you whispered, playing along.

”She’s a mistake. Wish you could forgive me for not tellin’ you all this sooner… Wish I could rip this pretty dress off you and make you scream my name right now.”

Your breath hitched and a new surge of wetness made you squirm in your place.

“Wish I could kiss you right now.”

You instinctively wetted your lips, hearing his words, and the next second Johnny pressed his mouth to yours. You tensed up at first but in a second your body melted at the soft touch. Not opening your eyes, you tilted your head slightly to the side and parted your lips, inviting him in. Immediately Johnny’s tongue slipped inside and brushed yours, gently at first but then more assertively. He was swallowing your pleasured whimpers again and again as you were making out.

”Johnny, I can’t,” you murmured, pulling away and breaking the kiss.

You glanced at him and his expression took your breath away. He looked like he was ready to pounce on you any second. His eyes were burning with desire, lips glistened with your saliva and his broad chest was heaving, dangerously close to ripping his tee.

He visibly tried to calm himself down— he took a deep breath and then placed your hand between his.

“Yeah, fuck, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lost control like that.” His expression softened as his eyes were locked with yours.

“No, don’t be. It was nice but … but…”

You struggled to continue, the words got stuck in your throat.

Johnny’s eyes were darting between yours, as he was patiently waiting for you to continue.

Then you whispered, your voice barely audible, gaze downcast, “I’m a virgin.”

You expected any reaction but not the one he gave you.

“Fuck.”

Your eyes snapped up at him and tears immediately welled up in your eyes. Johnny looked straight up disappointed. He pulled away from you and your sob broke the icy silence in the room. You were always terrified to admit it to people, especially to men, and at that moment your worst nightmare was coming true.

“‘s bad,” Johnny mumbled, still not looking at you. “Shit.”

You were hurt but your pain quickly turned into anger.

“Please leave!”

As if finally having noticed your distress, Johnny turned to you, shaking his head.

“Oh fuck, no, no, I don’t mind. Shit. I think— it’s great—for whatever reason you—no. It’s Joel, baby.”

“What? What about Joel?” you asked, feeling a little better, when he took your hands in his and answered,

”He’s not a fan of virgins. Never was. He told me many times he didn’t want the responsibility of bein’ someone’s first.”

“Why?” You felt your heart shuttering again.

“Don’t know,” Johnny shrugged, ”I guess he prefers someone more experienced. Once he broke up with a girl when he found out she was a virgin.”

Now it was your turn to curse.

“Fuck.” You probably looked absolutely defeated and Johnny rapidly wrapped his arm around you to pull you to his torso.

You started silently crying on his shoulder, having realized that Joel would never love you, would never even give you a chance.

Johnny was rubbing your arm with his big warm hand while you were soaking his white tee with tears, until he said,

“You know, it’s not a big deal.”

You sniffed and sat up straight.

“What do you mean not a big deal?” your voice was shaky and small. “You’ve just said he hates virgins.”

Johnny lifted his hand to wipe your wet face with his thick fingers.

“Kinda easy to lose it, beautiful. Your v card.”

“No, it’s not. I wanted Joel to— to do it. I don’t want anyone else.”

You were pouting your lips, eyes reddened and teary staring at the man sitting close to you. In your blurry vision he looked even more like Joel.

”I can help you, bunny,” Johnny offered with a lopsided smile. He tilted his head to the side and waited for your reaction.

You swallowed loudly when you heard him and turned away. You couldn’t deny that Johnny was hot, your soaked panties were a good evidence of your desire for him but how could you do it with a man you had just met. Who wasn’t Joel.

Joel who had a girlfriend.

Joel who didn’t want to deal with virgins.

Joel who never noticed you.

You looked back at the twin brother of the man you loved and asked,

“Would you really do it for me?”

Johnny cleared his throat.

“Ehm… yeah, why wouldn’t I? You’re hot,” he said it so matter of fact-ly that it sounded sincere and you believed that he really wanted to help.

“Ok, good,” you said, with an air of uncertainty. “We can try but maybe not today, ok? We’ve just met,” you mumbled, fumbling with your fingers.

“Yeah. ‘Course,” Johnny smirked and then quickly added, “Did you like it when I kissed you?”

Not looking at the man you nodded.

“Want me to do it again?”

His question made your heart skip a beat. You had felt amazing when he had kissed you, your body reacted to him in a wonderful way and, after glancing up at his plush lips, you nodded the second time.

Johnny gently cupped your cheek and leaned towards you. His lips began caressing yours, your tongues tangled and, not breaking the kiss, you scooted closer to him on the bed. He read your intentions and pulled you into his big strong arms. His hand snaked up to the back of your head, the other was pressed to your lower back, keeping you close, as you were tasting him, feeling his heart thump against your chest. You were floating.

Soon his mouth slithered to your jaw and he nibbled on your skin there while his hands began roaming your body, gliding over your back, your arms until he squeezed your ass with his palms and you moaned into his mouth.

“Oh, baby, ya fuckin’ hot,” he groaned and you felt his lips suck a hickey into your neck while his hand snaked under your skirt. He engulfed your whole asscheek with his palm and your thin lacy panties easily let the heat of his skin seep through. You whimpered when the pads of his fingers glided down to your clothed pussy. Just one touch was enough for your brain to panic and you pulled away from him.

“Sorry, Johnny, it’s too much.”

You wanted to get off the bed, the whirlwind of emotions overwhelming you, but he grabbed you by the hand.

“Don’t leave. Please. Sorry, bunny. I went in too fast.“

You sat down on your heels, catching your breath and trying to calm down your foggy mind and burning up body.

“Let’s cuddle. C’mon. Jus’ wanna hold you.”

He returned your laptop to your desk and lay down on the bed that now seemed too small for his huge body. It made the whole situation even hotter.

A fear of the unknown and an immense desire were fighting in your heart, and you let the latter win, assuring yourself that you were just going to get used to him hugging you, so you could get close to Joel later.

That’s why you let him wrap his strong arms around you, let his face be inches from yours, let his hot breath fan your lips, let his scent intoxicate you. You were lying in his embrace for just a few moments before his lips found yours, and you didn’t fight it anymore, you welcomed their warmth.

He was more careful that time, slowly pulling you close to his body, but his hands didn’t wander. What was making you melt was his quiet words, seeping into your ears between kisses, barely audible through your soft whimpers, smacking of the lips and his breathing.

“Ya taste like honey—beautiful girl—Joel’s fuckin’ lucky—so pretty—could eat you whole, baby.”

Contrary to him, you were getting bolder and sent your hands roam his broad back, squeeze his masculine arms, glide over the slopes of his shoulders and then run through his short hair that pleasantly tickled your palms.

It was a matter of time before he slowly pushed you on your back and began kissing your neck. You tilted your head back into the pillow, giving him more access and he happily growled against your heated skin.

“Good girl,” you heard his praise and the ache of your pussy made you press your thighs together.

“Oh, Joe…Johnny,” you started and then hastily corrected yourself.

Johnny stopped nibbling on your collarbone and your heart froze, expecting him to get angry, but the man smiled at you.

“You can call me Joel, beautiful… to practice, yeah? Soon he’s gonna be the one kissin’ you.”

The suggestion sounded insane but in your aroused, overwhelmed with feelings state you let yourself imagine the man you loved caressing you with his lips. You fluttered your eyes shut and it was so easy to fantasize about Joel’s hand holding your hip and pressing you into the mattress, Joel’s lips peppering kisses along your neck and then going down, reaching the plush of your cleavage. Drowning in your fantasy you missed the moment Johnny’s chin pushed your neckline down, exposing more of your breasts. You rubbed your thighs against each other, chasing pressure on your tingling pussy, as his palm started kneading your tit over the fabric.

“Yeah, Joel,” you breathed out and didn’t stop yourself that time, fully succumbing to the want of your heart and body.

Your mind turned off completely, you were so gone in pleasure, that when you finally opened your eyes, to your surprise you saw Johnny’s hot tongue swirl around your pebbled nipple. A loud moan flew out of your parted lips as your hazy gaze took in the sight of your dress and bra pulled down and the man caressing your nipples, alternating between sucking and licking them, while your naked chest was heaving under his ministrations.

With his mouth almost engulfing your whole breast, Johnny glanced up at you and his blown out lustful eyes sent another bolt of arousal through your core.

“Johnny, please,” was all you could muster. He hummed into your tit before parting from it and searching for your glossy eyes.

“Do you like it when I do this?” He asked, his breath hitting your saliva coated skin, your nipples as hard as diamonds now. You mumbled a weak ’yeah’..

“Good. And have you ever had your pussy kissed, beautiful?”

You bit your lip, almost reaching your high just from hearing the question.

“No,” you whispered back and Johnny shot you a mysterious smile.

“Can I be the first, baby?”

“I— I don’t know,” you said hesitantly.

“C’mon, bunny. I wanna make you feel good. Wanna feel real good?”

The act seemed to you so intimate and vulnerable, just an idea of it made you anxious.

“Lil scared bunny,” he smiled and then wrapped his fingers around your naked breast, holding it in his hand. “Look.”

A second later his lips brushed your nipple again, his dark eyes locked with yours.

“Imagine the nipple is your little clit. I’ll jus’ lick it like that.”

His tongue stroked it, covering the sensitive bud in his saliva.

“Then I’ll suck on it like this.”

Johnny took it into his mouth and applied gentle suction to it.

“I’ll make you come so hard like that. It’s just another type of kissing, baby.”

You’ve never been turned on more than at that moment so after a few moments of consideration you shoved your fears away and whimpered,

“Ok.”

“Good girl.”

You hole clenched when you heard his praise. Johnny pulled the hem of his tee up and took it off.

Your breath hitched when you saw his strong chest and soft belly with a happy trail that led under his jeans. Johnny casually glided his hand over his strong torso and you bit your lip, not letting out another needy whimper.

“‘s getting too hot,” he mumbled and lay down between your thighs. His legs were hanging off the bed and you marveled at the muscles, flexing in his back and shoulders. You wondered if Joel’s body was as gorgeous as his twin brother’s. Of course it was, you thought.

The dress was still covering you and after a nod from you, Johnny lifted your skirt. Your hips flew up as if by themselves when he started sliding your panties off.

”Fuck, baby, this is the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen,” his soft voice praised you as you were lying in front of him, almost naked and trembling with nerves.

“Thank you,” you whispered back.

“Can’t wait to taste you.”

He spread your folds with his index finger and a thumb while his shoulders were keeping your thighs wider apart. Your pussy opened up to him like an offering.

“Pretty flower,” he commented and immediately did what he’d promised.

He licked your hardened clit, drawing a pathetic moan from you, and then lapped at it a few times. The sensations you were feeling were incomparable to anything you’d ever experienced. Your hand darted to your naked breasts and you began twitching your nipples.

“Fuck, yeah,” he mumbled against your sex and the vibrations sent shivers through your body.

Johnny smiled, having noticed your reaction, and began sucking on your bud, massaging it between his lips.

“Ahhh—oh my god—oh yeah,” was all you could mutter. When you were on the brink of ecstasy, his tongue slid down and snuck into your virginal hole. He began fucking you with it, spreading your walls with his flattened tongue and your needy screams, moans and whimpers filled the bedroom. You were sure that if someone was passing by your house, they’d hear the sounds of your pleasure but your mind was switched off, only the bliss between your legs and the man giving it to you mattered at that moment.

You tried to grab his hair but it was too short to hold on to so your palm pressed onto the back of his head as you were greedily holding Johnny's mouth against your pussy.

“Fuckin’ delicious. Can’t believe I’m first.”

With your glossed over gaze you watched him return his tongue to your throbbing clit and stroke it a few times, until your eyes rolled back and a hard orgasm exploded like fireworks inside your core, sending hot waves of euphoria through your body.

Johnny didn’t stop lapping at you until you tried to close your legs, the ache of overstimulation burning you.

He sat up and wiped his wet chin with the back of his hand, the other hand splayed over your thigh, gently rubbing it.

“Look at you, beautiful. Came hard for me, huh? Jus’ like I promised.”

He smiled at you, visibly pleased with your almost drunk post-orgasmic state. Your tits were out and slightly pushed up by the neckline, nipples puffy from his and your caress, your summer dress bunched up around your waist, your glistening pussy fully on display.

While your eyes were admiring the beauty of his features, so similar to Joel’s, you failed to notice his hands unzipping his jeans and pulling them down.

Your gaze darted to the lower part of his body when you spotted a movement there— his hard cock bobbing over your naked cunt.

It was long, quite thick, with a fat tip that was oozing clear precum. He stroked the shaft a couple of times with his big hand and grunted, “ya wanna make me feel good too, baby?”

As if by an instinct your thighs opened up wider, inviting him inside you, your mind clouded by lust.

“Yes, Johnny.”

“Nah, baby, call me Joel,” he gruffed as he bent down, planted his hands on the bed, next to your shoulders and added, ”I know you wanna. And I ain’t against role playing.”

“Really?”

“Sure, bunny.”

It was wrong. And so hot at the same time. You giggled, sound strained by the nerves, twisting your stomach. He was big and you had never imagined your first time happening with a man you’d just met. Yet your pussy was screaming to be pierced with a cock. His cock. You’d never been turned on that much in your life and you gave in to the temptation without a second thought.

His lips found yours at the same time his tip nudged your hole, and when his tongue slipped into your mouth, the head of his cock pushed assertively into you.

He swallowed your whine and paused, hovering over your face, your eyes locked.

“Shit, ya tight. But we can do it, yeah, bunny?”

”It hurts, Johnny.”

“Shhh, not Johnny, remember? C’mon, it’ll help you relax.”

“Joel.”

“Yeah, good girl.”

As if the name of the man you loved was magical, you walls relaxed a little, letting in a few inches of his brother’s manhood.

Johnny planted a light kiss on your lips and you felt his thumb graze your clit before he began gently rubbing it.

“Close your eyes, beautiful, let my cock taste your sweet cunt.”

“Oh, fuck, Joel,” you moaned, fully lost in the fantasy, and squeezed your eyelids shut.

“Now breathe. Big breaths, bunny.”

He was whispering praise into your ear, distracting you from the dull pain of the stretch, slowly pushing his length in while his thumb was swirling around your clit.

“Like that, beautiful—yeah, tight little cunt— the tip’s in—good, so good—a little more, baby—my good girl—fuck, it’s almost in—-YEAHHH..”

His triumphant growl mixed with your loud moan when his balls hit your ass and you felt full like never before.

As soon as he sheathed his manhood inside your warm tight cunt, your lips locked, and while your tongues were sliding against each other, you were trying to get used to the feeling of something so long and thick stuffed inside you.

Your walls soon accommodated his cock and the pain slowly dissipated, giving way to pleasure.

“Ima be gentle, baby,” Johnny promised, after breaking the kiss, and languidly rolled his hips into yours. The sensation of his big member moving inside your tight channel made you tilt your head back into the pillow and open your lips in a silent moan.

He didn’t lie. With one hand planted on the bed, the other playing with your clit, he was sliding his cock in and out of your sopping pussy, slowly but surely bringing you closer to the peak. Your greedy hands danced over the slopes of his strong chest, fingers digging into his biceps, nails leaving white marks on his tan skin.

“Yes, Joel—please—so good, Joel,” you were whispering, letting your broken heart believe that the man you had always dreamed about was between your legs at that moment.

Johnny’s greedy eyes couldn’t get enough of you- your lustful expression, your tits bouncing with each thrust, your folds, spread around his base.

“Ya have the wettest pussy, baby. Soakin’ me so good. Look at all that cream.”

With hazy eyes you watched him swipe his thumb over the base of his cock, coated in your pearly juices, and bring it to his lips. He took the finger in his mouth and hummed in pleasure.

Your tongue slid over your lower lip and, taking it as an invitation, Johnny kissed you, sharing the taste of your desire.

You were melting under his unhurried thrusts, but your core needed more and, too shy to ask for it, you began meeting his hips halfway, fucking yourself on his cock harder.

“Mmm, bunny wants more?” Johnny smirked into a corner of your lips.

“Yes, Joh—Joel, please.”

“Of course, beautiful. Let’s make this sweet pussy scream.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he sat up and pulled your hips to himself. You slid one the bed with a gasp and he chuckled before thrusting in harder.

His tip hit your cervix and you grasped the sheets with a moan.

“Hurts, baby?”

“A little.”

He shook his head, grabbed a spare pillow and, after lifting your hips, placed it under your ass.

“Now?” he asked as he pulled his cock out to the tip and then shoved it back inside.

You whimpered when his cock kissed something delicious inside you and the sensation made you clench around his stiff member.

“Like that, yes, yes,” you mumbled, sounding drunk, eyes set on the place where you were joined.

Johnny smiled and rolled his hips again, the stroke hard and deep, and then again and again until he was rutting into you while you were turning into a whimpering, cock-dumb mess.

When he tilted his hips up and drilled his manhood into your cunt, you both saw a bulge appear in your belly and you gasped at the sight. You’d never seen anything like it.

Not stopping, Johnny placed his palm over the lump and tilted his head, watching and feeling his cock move under your skin.

“Fuck, ‘s hot.” He looked mesmerized. “You’re hot, bunny. Shit, gonna come soon. Do it with me.”

His thumb continued dancing on your clit and it took just a few strokes for you to explode. Your pulsating pussy was flattering around his manhood, nerves ablaze, while your juices flooded him inside your core, soaking his hot, soft skin, stretched over his throbbing cock. It was the hardest, most pleasant orgasm of your life and the warmth between your legs spread out, filling your heart with gratitude and affection.

Johnny was unaware of your inner feelings, and as soon as your pussy relaxed around him, he pulled his cock out and after a couple of pumps, started painting your pussy and belly with pearly white ropes of his thick cum.

You watched his balls draw up, his slit push out the load like you’d never seen anything more beautiful. Endorphins in your blood made you feel like you were floating, your limbs pleasantly tingling, and when your eyes met, you gave Johnny a tired, satisfied smile.

He answered it with his lopsided one and plopped on the bed next to you. You were catching your breath for some time until he tucked his softening cock into his jeans, got up and went to the bathroom.

You felt like you couldn’t move a muscle and, when he returned, he helped you to clean up with a wet towel.

“I reckon you ain’t on the pill,” he mumbled, wiping the cum off your skin.

“No. I will be,” you said, glancing up at him but his eyes were set on the task.

When he was done, you reached for him.

“Wanna cuddle?”

To your disappointment Johnny shook his head, and grabbed his tee off the floor.

“Need to go, bunny. I have a thing.”

You sat up, fixing your wrinkled dress, covering yourself up.

“Ok.” Your voice, small and sad, made him pause and he stepped up to the bed and bent down, reaching for you.

His hand cupped your heated cheek and he kissed you before speaking.

“Let’s have dinner tomorrow. At Joel’s.”

You beamed at him, nodding eagerly.

Before leaving he wrote his number on a note and gave you a wink.

“Wear something hot for Joel. And for me.”

You barely slept that night— the memory of your first sex was playing on a loop in your head. Every time you closed your eyes, you felt Johnny’s hands on your body, his cock stretching you, and your pussy ached for him again. You made yourself come twice with your fingers and when the sun was already breaking through the inky sky, only then you fell asleep.

The next day you woke up early and texted Johnny ‘good morning’. He didn’t reply and you thought he must be still sleeping. So you busied yourself with preparations for the dinner— choosing the clothes to wear, makeup, accessories. You wanted to look casual but hot like Johnny had asked you. You decided on a pair of tight jeans and a sexy top and went to the kitchen.

You lied to your parents that in the evening you were meeting a friend. Like always after any party your mom was spilling out all the gossip she’d gathered the day before. Both you and your dad just hummed here and there, not really interested in the boring rumors but suddenly your ears perked up when she mentioned Joel’s twin brother.

”I can’t believe that man. No shame at all.”

She noticed that she finally had your active attention and her eyes lit up.

“What’s wrong with Johnny?” you asked, while fear was creeping up in your chest.

“He’s such a deadbeat brother. Poor Joel.”

It seemed like you stopped breathing altogether, listening to your mother talk about the man who had taken your virginity the day before. She continued,

“Johnny visits him once a year, borrows money and vanishes until the next time he needs it. Joel’s a single father! Working man! And that leach uses his kindness and generosity. Ugh!”

“How do you know all that?” you asked, grasping at the last straw of hope that it was a lie, misunderstanding, baseless rumour.

“Dear, everyone knows that,” your mother laughed and started talking about the other neighbor who had told her and you didn’t hear her anymore. Your thoughts were racing and your heart was pounding loudly in your ears.

You excused yourself and ran to your room.

‘He vanishes’—the words of your mother were ringing in your head, your stomach being twisted by nerves.

You plopped on your bed and called Johnny. He didn’t pick up. You decided to wait. 5 min later you called him again. Nothing.

In three hours you were a nervous mess. You had cried several times, had sent dozens of messages that were unanswered and unread, had called him more times that you wished to admit but hadn’t heard his voice once.

That phone number was the only thing that he had left you, yet you realized that there was another option.

You put on the clothes you’d prepared for the dinner, rinsed your face off your tears as well as you could and headed to Joel’s.

When you knocked on the door, you feared that no one would answer. The uncertainty was suffocating you and your breathing was heavy. All you wished for was to get answers - did the man who had taken your virginity lie to you? Did he use you like a fuck toy and vanished? Was his attention to you just a means to get into your panties?

You were chewing nervously on your lower lip when Joel opened the door. For a second you thought it was Johnny, so much they looked alike but a little ray of hope dissipated when you saw the man’s soft curls.

”Hey, sweetheart,” Joel greeted you, visibly confused by your visit.

You cleared your throat and mumbled,

“Hello. Could I see Johnny?”

Joel opened his mouth and closed it before mumbling,

“Fuck.”

Your heart fell in your stomach when you saw him pinch the bridge of his nose and sigh.

“Sweetheart. Excuse me but— Was he with you yesterday?”

You nodded and he cursed again.

“He told me— he—,” Joel paused, his expression sad and apologetic. ”I’m so sorry, sweetie, but he left this morning. I don’t know what he told you but—.”

He shook his head, looking physically pained to be telling you that.

When all your fears were proven right, you couldn’t keep your despair inside anymore. Tears burst out of your eyes as you were nodding at Joel’s words like everything was alright. Like you weren’t hurt. The tears flowed so much that you barely could see Joel through the wetness in your eyes.

Joel placed his warm hand on your shoulder.

“Please, sweetheart, come inside.”

When you asked Joel about Johnny, he immediately understood that you were the girl he had slept with the previous night. Johnny had bragged about fucking the hottest chick in the neighborhood.

Joel couldn’t believe it had been you, so shy and sweet, he’d never expected Johnny to get his hands on someone so pure and lovely.

He felt horrible for letting his vagabond brother into his home again, and subsequently into your life. When you were sitting in his kitchen, crying quietly, he wanted to comfort you so badly his heart hurt. He placed a hot cup of tea in front of you and you thanked him between sobs. A pang of guilt shot through his heart.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed, stepping up to you. He took your hands in his and when you lifted your face and gave him a little smile, your gorgeous eyes full of tears, Joel felt something stir in his heart. Something he hadn’t felt for a long time. It made his breath hitch for a moment.

Even with your face streaked with tears you were so damn beautiful.

Why hadn’t he ever noticed how beautiful you were?

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Tethered Bonds

✽ Poly 141 x f!reader (Omegaverse AU)

A lucky stroke of fate led you right into the arms of your alpha soulmates. But is it everything you dreamed it would be or just the continuation of a nightmare?

Main Masterlist ✽ Ao3

✽ Part Two - The aftermath

So many of you came out of the woodwork for this story and I couldn't be more grateful for all the kind words of encouragement! I'm truly flattered by the amount of love this received for being something that randomly popped in my head on a whim ❤️

I'm glad I was able to get this part out so quickly. It might be a tick before part three, but I've already got some of it worked out. I'll still try to keep chipping away at it while I work on my other series~

Trigger warnings: swearing, angst, depression

“I saw them the other day.”

“...saw who?”

“My scent matches.”

There’s a pregnant pause as your therapist of four years takes the information in, caught off guard by the abruptness of the statement but also the further implications behind the words.

Dr. Miranda has been your life raft and confidant ever since you’d first gone to your family with the appalling reality of your newfound situation. An omega like yourself; she specializes in the treatment and rehabilitation of women who've endured abuse at the hands of their packmates and the dredges of society. Highly recommended by the United Designation Resource Center for psychological trauma.

It had taken you over a week following the incident to gather the strength to confront your fathers on the thorny subject - too ashamed of admittance and too anxious of their response. And even then it was done over the phone in the most uncomfortable video call of your life, the dour atmosphere so at odds with that blessedly clear mid-afternoon sky, its temperate climate and soft summer breeze carrying along an enchanting melody of carefree innocence.

Inside, it was raining.

The wretched bond was a gravity well, sucking you down into a chasmic abyss and siphoning your once bountiful vibrancy. Responsibilities fell by the wayside, locked away in your self-imposed prison as if the globe would simply stop moving if you only ignored its rotations. Not until both your fathers made the three hour flight up north did you muster the courage to finally remove the makeshift barricade guarding your front door, talking through the deceptively difficult act with them on the other end of the phone as the two alphas supported you during the twenty five minutes it took to overcome the all-consuming panic and usher them inside.

They stayed with you for the better part of the month, taking over where depression had failed you in your efforts to function alone. Your parents allowed you space to look after yourself, clearing away the physical filth of your living quarters and, in doing so, sweeping away the cobwebs of your teetering sanity. They scrubbed at putrid greasy plates while you scoured tainted flesh under a scalding hot stream, the dead skin cells contaminated by his poisonous touch spiraling down the drain along with your tears.

The harsh truth of the matter is that there is no escape from your own body. You come screaming into this world given one to do with as you will, to mold and shape based on lived experiences with no regard for the decisions and circumstances made outside your control. There is no space to slip between the weaved threads of time, no hands to turn counter clockwise when you make a mistake. Just a grim acceptance that the life you once aspired to was forevermore out of reach.

There was only so much to be done given your situation. As much aid as your family offered, they were as helpless of bystanders as the soul in your meat suit. Chores were completed, accumulated bills paid, a hearty meal piled high on your plate combating the recent gauntness of your face. You were cherished and fussed over like the wee babe found scattered amongst family photos in your childhood home, cradled in their arms when the horrid presence came calling, dragging a hot poker through your insides and causing mental anguish at all hours of the night. 

The more time they spent around you, the more apparent it was that you could no longer stay there. The closer the proximity to your bonded alpha the more power he held to disrupt your life. 

That's how you landed in Dr. Miranda’s lap. Before you'd even set foot on the tarmac arrangements had been made for a new life in a new city on the other side of the country - spiriting you away on a mission to regain your independence, the distance easing the damage he could do even as the strained bond churned.

Initially dreading having to confess the horrors you’d endured to some random unknown, she’d worked diligently to soothe your broken nerves in both demeanor and environment. A kind omega in her early forties, the subtle crows feet and laugh lines only accentuated her cheerful personality, disarming in her ability to draw out your insecurities and work with you through the trauma in a way that didn’t feel intruding. 

Dr. Miranda was a veritable well of understanding, always encouraging of whatever pace you set, careful of the fragile boundaries constructed to guard your heart from further damage. 

She operated as part of a larger business that provided therapeutic services and catered to all designations alike. You’d been thrilled to find there was a separate entrance away from the cacophony of the common room, bypassing the headache of having to wait amongst strangers and leading directly to her office in the back right corner of the building. 

The space itself was considerably cozy, low lit warmth all plush and homely. The spacious couch against the back wall invited you to stretch out comfortably, decorative pillows available in a colorful assortment of textures - catering to a discerning omega’s personal preferences. A small diffuser wafting light refreshing mists operated as both a handy descenting spray and an emotional pick me up. Every accommodation purposeful, given special care for your emotional easement and wellbeing.

You appreciated the effort she put into making her office feel more like a living room than a sterile setting. It was easier for you to converse when it felt like you were speaking with a friend.

Bit by bit, Dr. Miranda coaxed you from the sheltered recesses in which you’d burrowed; not just a guiding hand through the concrete dust and collapsed rubble, but a mentor recovering your confidence, reminding you of the path you once walked independently and peeling back the suffocating layers that kept you from standing on your own two feet.

In hindsight, you probably could’ve broken the news of your scent match a bit less abrasively - probably should’ve led with it too. 

The pair of you had been engrossed in a topic that was moreso a follow up from your last session rather than anything of actual import. Your brain had been functioning on autopilot the past twenty odd minutes, making sounds vaguely human enough to get by without requiring proper attention. Honestly, most of her words had been drowned out by the incessant buzzing in your ear that had been slowly growing in volume, throat clenching and knuckles flexing, more aware of the sweat dripping down the back of your nape than anything she had to proffer.

Eventually the dam just broke. The words slipped out like grease, lubricated in a film of oil too slick to be contained and begging to be addressed.

There’s a struggle on her face to try and maintain some level of professionalism after the sudden revelation. Knitted eyebrows spiked before smoothing back down, jaw almost dropping until she remembered herself and switched it from an ‘o’ to a relaxed flat line. She mirrored your own position on the couch from her velvet wingback chair, sitting cross legged with an air of casualness. Her only remaining tell was her hands fidgeting in her lap as if her fingers itched to shake you down like a coconut tree or pry your brain open like a valuable specimen. 

Knowing the scarcity of scent bonding, this may have very well been the first time she’s come across this scenario - whether in her personal life or from her spot opposite you in her seat.

“How are you feeling about the encounter?” A loaded question if ever there was one, giving you plenty of breathing room to start the conversation however you needed and giving her a chance to compartmentalize. 

You tried to focus on the initial emotions, remembering that first brush of sweet alpha pheromones on your olfactory senses. The rush of endorphins as your inner omega staked her claim with that first gulp of built up citrus infused drool.

“I didn’t know I could feel like that...” There was a breathy quality to your tone as you visibly brightened, gazing at the plush rug in the center of the room without actually viewing it, a glow to your smile that was soft in your reminiscence. “They don’t prepare you for that first whiff at the Academy. It’s almost like…”

How could you explain in the span of a few sentences what the most ardent poets struggled with over the course of a lifetime? 

“It’s like when someone grows up not being able to breathe properly and they don’t even realize it’s a problem. To them it’s normal to be in a constant state of dyspnea because that’s all they’ve ever known. No one else might be complaining about it, but no one’s asked them about it either. They just assume that's how your lungs are supposed to function and carry on none the wiser.”

Dr. Miranda nodded along, ever patient as you attempted to spew out your thoughts in an at least semi-coherent structure.

“But then, one day, they’re walking behind a guy who’s fumbling with his attempt to shove a small object back in his pocket and watches as it falls to the sidewalk. They pick it up off the ground like a good citizen; strike up a conversation. Ask him about the strange contraption the guy calls an inhaler - learns there's another way to breathe. And so they go home and tell their mom what’s been going on with them and she takes them to see the doctor who gets them one of their own. And when that first dose of medicated mist gets sucked into their lungs…”

The image of a wide eyed innocent gasping in a world full of untold possibilities as if reborn from the ashes of their previous life, no longer chained down by the invisible restrictions tethering them to the globe, eyes glistening full of wonderment at how something so small can be something so cosmically life altering.

With each new breath, they soar.

You’re pulled out of your musings and back to reality as your own lungs expand, something weightless shimmering in your gaze, glassy eyed and perfectly at ease. “Now I know why they call it living.”

The words are floated around the space with a sort of reverence akin to hearing a favored childhood fairy tale read aloud at their mother’s knee. Something wistful and longing and filled with effervescent hope.

“Sounds heavenly...” Her own voice was just as breathy, living vicariously through the moment she herself hasn't experienced. Curling her legs up under herself, Dr. Miranda encouraged, “tell me more.”

“There were two of them,” you went on, smile turning playful and newly invigorated. “The first one was just this big bulk of an alpha. I mean, seriously, he was properly huge!” Animated arms opened wide for emphasis, your grin reaching almost the same diameter. “Built like a fucking linebacker or something. I can only imagine what he must do for a living. Kinda gives off scary vibes, but like… in a non sketchy way? He dresses a bit like a drug dealer, but feels more like a gym teacher. Maybe that’s just me being biased ‘cause he smells like a cupcake, I dunno.”

The energy you gave off was infectious. Dr. Miranda couldn’t help but join in with amused laughter, endeared to the way you were lighting up the room. It wasn’t often she got to see you like this, glimpsing the lighthearted woman you were before the accident. It was a welcome sight after so much negativity. “And the other?”

“Fuuuuck me, Doc.” You groaned good naturedly, head falling back to rest against the spine of the couch as your limbs went limp. “Swear to god he was the prettiest guy I’ve ever seen in my goddamn life. Gorgeous smile. Like, I’ve always been a casual fan of coconut, but after that encounter…” You shuddered. “I just wanna roll around in an entire box of fucking samoas.”

“And do these tasty specimens have names?”

Just like that, you wilted.

The temperature shifted rapidly, a violent change that dragged out of your whimsy and back into a world where life didn’t discriminate between those deserving of heaven and those who broke their way in to taint the ghosts at peace. 

She picked up on it immediately, back straightening as if you weren’t the only one in the room with a chill suddenly dripping down their spine. 

Your admission came from a voice far more fragile than she’d heard in a very long time. “...I never got to ask.”

Recounting the excruciating memory was like shoving needles underneath your nailbeds, bringing up the other person in the room keeping you from wanton bliss, describing the torture you’d endured witnessing them existing with their own omega unaware of the damage she’d inadvertently done. You relayed their moment of recognition and sympathy. The confusion on the poor omega’s face.

How you turned tail and fled like a coward from the scene.

“I panicked,” came the strained confession, stumbled out in a frantic rush that spoke volumes of your frazzled mental state. “I-I didn’t know what else to do! I couldn’t just waltz up to them all willy nilly and throw a wrench in whatever the hell kinda life they’d already built. I mean, she was right there! How was I supposed to fawn over the men who should’ve been mine to keep when they were never mine to begin with?!”

You flinched away from the unwanted flashback of silvery bite marks, the pale white indents plastered on her skin displayed proudly beneath the collar of her coat like an olympic medal. So at odds with the ones mirrored on your own flesh, hidden now under a thick cotton turtleneck that you fought the urge to scratch.

Dr. Miranda listened closely, keen eyes analyzing the familiar body language and monitoring your growing levels of distress. She watched as you picked apart a loose hanging thread with jittery deftness until inevitably too much unwound and fluffy white stuffing poked out between the seams of the pillow clutched like a life jacket to your chest.

“I can only imagine the hurt you must’ve felt in that moment…”

Where once your voice had been full of life, now there was only a grave emptiness. Color had been sucked from your aura the same way it had been from the room. There was no hiding from your devastation in the tiny office, the frayed threads of the cashmere pillow a reflection revealing the true turmoil roiling beneath the skin. It rotted from the inside out, exposing the vulnerable squishy interior and keeping you reliving the same brutal lacerations again and again and again.

“...I hadn’t even considered it a possibility, you know…?” 

Hadn’t allowed yourself the concept of hope. 

“And suddenly it was right there - the answer to all my problems. For a brief moment, I was shown a glimpse of a better life. A future… one where I didn't wake up with earth shattering headaches and relentless nausea and I’d actually have energy to do more than just be a useless fucking couch potato and there could be laughter and healing and–” 

You weren’t sure at which point in your stream of consciousness you’d started crying, nor when you fitfully clawed into the padded fabric, shredding the delicate material as it twisted and stretched in your trembling hands.

“I wish I never ran into them at the store... I wish I could’ve kept living in stupid fucking ignorance. At least then they could’ve just stayed made up characters in my head. Anything would’ve been better than this–” you spat angrily, chucking the mangled remains of the pillow on the ground and gritting your teeth through the onslaught of tears. “Having them ripped away from me like some sick fucking joke! Like the universe hasn’t already crushed my hopes and dreams and laughed in my face for wanting a normal fucking life!? Well guess what, gods? You win! Okay?! You fucking win! Take my heart! I don't want it anymore!”

Consoling arms encapsulated your quivering form, the comforting florals of Dr. Miranda’s airy omega scent projecting like a protective blanket and overpowering the tart bitterness of your once sweetened pear turned ashen in your mouth. 

The floodgates opened. They couldn't be stopped.

“I’m just so fucking sick of this!” Your screams of devastation become muffled against the softness of her pink knitted sweater, harsh blubbering sobs broken up by heaving gasps as you mourn the life you’ll never have. “I hate him... I hate him! I don’t wanna do this anymore! I just want my fucking life back!”

There are no words that can fix the lesions of the heart. There’s no comfort of a better tomorrow that she can wax poetic whilst drying your tears. Sometimes grief cannot be mended - only managed. And sometimes that means accepting the bad days with the learned knowledge that not all anger is made of evil. 

Holding you close, lulling you into a guarded safety with a placating purr, she grants you reprieve from the mask that you wear.

Not much more was discussed in the aftermath. The remaining time was dedicated to helping you stabilize from the emotional trauma, bringing you down carefully to avoid dropping into a catatonic state. She’d witnessed it with you before - at the start of your visits. When the grief was still too near and your triggers splayed out like a million mouse traps all primed to go off. Avoiding them was all but impossible in those early days. Three hours of your life were forever lost to time, the only proof of its occurrence the foggy aftermath filled memory of cold dampened skin and sweat soaked weighted blankets clutched tight in a dark room, uncontrollable trembles wracking your form and a bone deep exhaustion as if you’d just ran ten miles.

Dr. Miranda never once left your side.

Trudging your way back to your vehicle, the air inside the car was only mildly warmer than its outer counterpart, sinking into the rigid cloth seats and listening to the laboured clicks of the old engine grappling to turn over in the bitter cold. Snowflakes gathered on your coat began to melt as it finally gave way, puttering to life and filling the space with dense heated air.

You huffed out a loaded sigh, absentmindedly scratching at the already abused skin as you felt his presence poking experimentally across the bond. As if you didn’t have enough on your plate without him adding his delightful input, sniffing around your emotions like a trained bloodhound attuned to your melancholic brooding.

He was a spiteful thing; had been since he first opened his eyes the next morning from his drug induced stupor and found the pretty thing he’d coveted had just up and vanished. You never knew when he’d invade the sanctity of your mind. The flicker of amusement from his end was the telltale proof this was all just a sick game. 

The bonds didn’t allow any actual communication. There were no words passed back and forth, no sudden powers of telepathy. Just intense sensations - emotions conveyed as though tangible and speaking ideas down an invisible phone line. 

The whole point of a mating bite in the first place was to bring a further cohesion to the packs. As an omega, you were the fixed point in space around which all other members orbited. A mediator of sorts; it was your job to smooth the serrated edges of an alpha’s instincts, regulating their emotional needs and nurturing them to achieve a sense of balance - and vice versa. 

An omega’s naturally empathetic nature meant you were frequently prone to becoming easily overstimulated. It was an alpha’s duty to soothe your frazzled nerves. 

He liked to abuse his privileges. 

Sometimes he went days without pestering, others his tiresome machinations seemed unending. The longest reprieve had been just shy of three weeks, lured into a false sense of optimism that just maybe he’d overdosed and freed you from his haunting clutches. His return was a hot knife stabbing into your skull, grinding and drilling like a makeshift lobotomy for the clinically insane.

You were grateful for the miles between now softening the blows. Once he’d begun to feel the strain on the flight to your current city whittling away at the strength of your bond, he’d lashed out in unbridled fury. You’d spent the first leg of the trip huddled on your knees in the airplane stall, his mental punishment sawing into your ribs and expelling the simple breakfast you’d eaten an hour prior. 

Sobs of anguish turned to tears of relief as time went on and his reach stretched thin across the continent. 

The bond withdrawals came afterwards. His presence still lurked in the tether that binds you, but no more than a casual thought in the back of your mind, the quiet voice that whispers on the edge of a canyon daring you to ‘jump’.

The bond withdrawals were now the worst of your worries. It was hard to function on a day to day basis when the same distance granting you a second chance caused you to become physically - sometimes violently - ill. Instances like that, Zofran was your best friend.

Buckling your seatbelt, you waged an internal battle over whether or not to do the responsible thing of making a second attempt at grocery shopping (despite your best efforts over the past two days, you hadn’t yet figured out how to miraculously will food to materialize in your barren pantry). Statistically speaking you were most likely safe from another encounter… unless they’d pulled a you and hadn’t left with their wares either. 

But if you didn’t have the luxury before to keep putting it off then you certainly hadn’t acquired it now.

Math was on your side as you emerged with a full cart of goods and a lack of new therapy material. You’d still been the most skittish paranoid thing ever, scurrying quickly through the aisles like the CIA was out to get you, scanning your periphery and emerging quickly from the self checkout lanes to hurry towards your car. But just because you’d been successful in your venture doesn’t mean you weren’t followed along by fuzzy raised brows and curious - if not judgemental - looks. 

It was an odd notion - being terrified of the one thing that should’ve made you feel secure. It was all you could do to distract yourself from the frustrating realization that this was a game you’d be playing for the foreseeable future unless you shelled out the extra cash to bypass doing the chore yourself.

That would have to be a worry for another time. Right now, all you desired was to curl up in your tiny studio apartment with a home cooked microwaved meal and lose yourself in the diversion that was the food network channel.

But first: caffeine.

You ignored the nagging ghost of responsibility tugging at your ear as you pulled into a parking spot alongside the main road, stepping out of the warm confines of your car and hurrying inside the nestled hole in the wall you frequented a few times a week for a caffeinated boost. 

Large crowds still bothered you even with the reassurance he wasn't there, as if he could somehow physically slink out of the bond formed between you and hide amongst the chittering rabble waiting for an opportune moment of weakness to strike. Thankfully you’d arrived after the mid afternoon rush - although there were still a few stragglers with the same mindset as you eager to escape the frosty air with something warm on an otherwise picturesque snowy winter’s day.

The chiming bell above the door hailed your arrival, festive drink flavors assaulting your nose and instantly watering your mouth. Smoky chestnut praline, rich peppermint mocha, enticing caramel brulee. Cranberry laden pastries, chewy gingerbread cookies; all folded together in a Christmasy mix laced with the pleasant aroma of freshly ground coffee beans. 

Your mind zeroed in on exactly what it wanted, pinpointing the most succulent fragrance amongst the bountiful bouquet, cutting through the sea of heavy pheromones belonging to the other patrons and hitting something raw inside your weary soul. 

The veritable nectar of the gods. 

A rich shot of bold espresso. Sweetly caramelized with smooth, creamy, chocolatey undertones. It zapped your spine with a jolt of adrenaline, awakening your senses while simultaneously soothing them. The first relaxing sip of a perfectly hot beverage. The golden liquid flowed down the back of your throat and alleviated the tangled knots still keeping you on edge, settling like a sturdy hand on your shoulder and allowing you the chance to breathe easy.

Something about the blend had your inner omega preening, ears perked up and startling a small purr from your chest that had you blinking down at your torso in surprised confusion. You’d barely stepped foot inside the cafe and suddenly the craving had expanded tenfold, something ravenous and feral urging your steps towards the counter that you had to fight to withstand.

Shrugging off the intense hunger as a simple lack of shoving something slightly more substantial in your mouth before leaving this morning, you adjusted the strap of your purse more securely on your shoulder and raised your eyes level to the awaiting interior.

Right into the most alluring shade of brilliant azure - sparkling like sapphires and already fixated on you.

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And they were roomates

(Captain John price x F!reader)

Summary: the captain wants somewhere more homely to settle down and when an offer like yours comes alight on Zillow he must take up on it.

Warnings: angsty (very minimal), mentions of readers past relationship, some bond building, smoking, some tense moments

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4!! - part 5

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“Captain?” Soap yells from afar to get what seems to be prices attention. When he realizes that is indeed his captain he jogs to where John stands.

“What’re ye doin’ back?” Soap question a little confused, after their last two month mission John was granted leave for three months to recoup and rest. 

“Just came to turn in these files.” He says waving the Manila folders in his hands.

“You could’ve just done that online, you know.” And yes John does know and by the look he gives Johnny he also knows.

“What, trouble in paradise?” Johnny smiles widely at the guilty look on his captain's face.

“Something like that.” John replies clearly a little tense.

“Well, tell me about it.” He says waiting expectantly.

“Over some drinks Sergeant.” Price replies before making his way into the building and soap returning to the trainees.

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“Oh that’s fucked mate.” Ghost says.

“Captain no offense you’re a very intelligent and capable man but that is so fucking stupid.” Gaz states before taking a drink of his beer. 

“You thought oh I’m catching some feelings for her, let's just ignore her.” Soap says in a mimicking voice.

“No, it's not only that, I don’t have time to entertain dense feelings and she likely doesn’t share those same feelings.” His gruff voice replies as he takes a puff of his cigar and blows the smoke out into the pub they sit in.

“Did you ask her?” Gaz asks, already knowing the answer.

“Am I twelve? What grown man asks a woman if they have feelings for them usually there’s hints and clues you can pick up on.” Ghost grumbles in agreement from price earning a slap on the arm from soap.

“And she’s done nothing that may even give you an inkling that she’s into you mate?” Gaz quips in.

“Like “oh hey captain can you help me open this jar?” Or “price can you please help me fix this?” Johnny tries his best at a womanly voice. 

“First of all she doesn’t call me captain or price and second of all, yes she does that but it’s only because she needs the help.” They all look at him with blank stares.

“I bet you wish she’d call you captain.” Soap whispers but before John can reply Gaz starts.

“Captain, does she ever stutter when you talk to her?” Gaz asks, raising an eyebrow at him.

“sometimes.” He excuses that as human behavior. 

“When she noticed your avoidance, did she get upset?” I mean you got a little mad at him that once but that was cause he was overstepping. 

“A little.” He replies not really seeing where it’s going until oh.

“Yeah cap, you're being naive.” 

“You should go back there, be kinder and less weird. She probably thinks you don’t like her and if that lasts too long she’ll start to actually not like you.” Well he obviously can’t have that.

“We need a mum anyways.” Gaz says under his breath and soap agrees. 

“What?” 

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“Hey you’re back.” You can’t resist the small smile that makes its way onto your face as John walks into the kitchen.

“Told you I’d only be a day or two.” He repeats his words from a couple days ago, hands awkwardly in his pockets. 

He notices there’s something different in your energy that he picks up on or maybe it’s his energy that has changed.

“Yeah but last time you said a month and we’re gone two.” He remembers that and sees your point then he thinks about the fact that you remember that. 

“Well last time I really didn’t think I’d be gone that long but you know.” He says not going into detail and just waving it off.

“Well I have a job to get too.” You say closing the package of blueberries you’d been eating out of then place them back in the fridge.

“On a Saturday?” He questions the unusuality of it.

“Yeah I had a woman call me this morning, said her wedding was next week and she really wanted me to be the one to give her her dream hair so I agreed.” 

“Okay then, I’ll see you later, doll.” He says as you grab your keys and purse getting ready to leave.

“Bye John.” You smile softly looking anywhere but him cause if you did the smile that lays on your face at the newfound nickname would be too evident. 

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“Hey so we’re just doing some highlights and a cut right.” You ask the woman in your chair as you drape the cape over her paying mind to her swollen belly and button it in the back.

“Yeah I actually have some pictures if that’s okay.” She says pulling out her phone to show you.

“Great, I’d love to see them.” You say getting your equipment ready.

She shows you and by the already light tone of her hair this will be easy work. You get everything settled and ready, mixing the bleach and color and sorting through the pieces you’ll paint.

“So what made you ask me to do your hair?” This is a question you always love to ask your clients. Was it social media or a referral or maybe something else.

“My finance actually recommended you.” Her fiance.

“Oh I don’t actually do men’s hair, who’s your fiance?” You question a little confused but clearly he might’ve just seen you on instagram or had a friend who’s been with you.

“Brian, he said he used to know you and heard you did really good hair.” No fucking way.

“Oh yeah I know Brian old friends.” You smile through the tears that threaten to escape your eyes. 

How could he? How could he give this woman everything you’ve ever wanted then send her to you to show off that goddamn-

“He says to tell you hi.” She smiles looking back at you not having a clue of who you really are. 

“Oh tell him I said hello.” You reply shortly.

“How’d you two meet?” You ask curiously.

“We actually worked together and when we first started talking he was actually in a relationship but nothing serious and the more we spent time together it just became clear we were meant to be together.” Her.

“So he cheated on his ex partner?” You say in a polite tone, one a girlfriend would use.

“Well I guess you could say that but according to him their relationship was over before it was over.” You smile at her nodding in understanding. 

Scream, you wanted to scream your fucking head off the rest of the appointment. But no you stood there politely and gave this woman the most beautiful hair you could’ve imagined you even took fucking pictures for her to send to you’re cheating ex.

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On the way home you cried out of anger not even out of jealousy, or sadness just anger at the audacity that man had and the years you wasted with such a fucking loser.

When you pulled into the driveway you turned the car off and just sat there. You sat there and pondered on everything. You’d always asked him for a baby and he’d said he would never be a father. You always wanted to get married and he would say “marriage isn’t my thing.” And yet he’ll do it all for another woman. A woman he really loves. 

But in the end you're glad it’s not you. It isn’t you that has to deal with that man child, it won’t be you who’s stuck with someone who isn’t faithful. In the end you’re the lucky one and finally you feel like you can let it go. 

So you dry your eyes and head inside, kicking off your shoes by the door and paying notice to John that’s currently in the living room. You walk over to the couch and sit a comfortable amount of space away from him simply testing the waters and watch the football game he has on.

“How was your appointment?” He says suddenly taking in notice of your puffy eyes.

“Good.” You reply in a whisper with a half smile.

“You’re lying.” He assumed maybe just an asshole client or the outcome wasn’t good.

“It was my ex boyfriend's new pregnant fiancé, who also happens to be the woman he cheated on me with.” You admit with a small laugh at the end with how ridiculous that sounds.

“You got cheated on?” He asks, thoroughly shocked not paying mind to the other details.

“And she’s hot.” You reply looking him in the eye. All he’s thinking is hotter than you?

“Did she know who you were?” This has to be the most mind fucking thing he’s ever heard.

“Not a clue and what's funnier is he recommended me to her.” You laugh again and it’s slightly scary how calm you seem.

“You’re not upset?”

“John I was over that man the minute he cheated on me. I’m only upset over all the time I lost wanting things he said he never wanted but what he meant was he never wanted that with me.” You say quietly between the two of you like it’s a secret. 

“His loss.” he says, offering you a small smile.

“I guess.” 

“No doll I know.” You don’t know what to make of that comment and just smile back at him. 

————-

Later that night after a long shower you step onto the outside patio for some fresh air not noticing John smoking a cigar beside you. 

“Jesus!” You jump slightly at the sight of his looming shadow.

“At this point just expect me to be everywhere.” He laughs as he exhales the puff of smoke. 

“I didn’t know you smoked.” You reply before taking in the sight before you. John in Levi’s, a thermal and brown leather jacket, thick fingers holding a cigar between them lightly tapping it to drop the excess ash.

“I’m sorry, does it bother you?” He asks suddenly, concerned about whether that was in the policy or something. 

“No, not at all.” You smile shivering at the breeze that blows through the air.

He offers the cigar between his fingers by gesturing it towards you, you’ve smoked cigarettes but this thing looked like a cigarette on steroids. Nonetheless you didn’t decline the offer and hesitantly wrapped your lips around it giving it a small puff letting the earthy flavor consume your taste buds as you exhale. 

John watches you with longing eyes. Truthfully he expected you to grab it from him but instead you toked it straight from his fingers and shit it was hot. The way your lips wrapped around the very end had him running hot suddenly. The layers he wore were becoming overbearingly warm. 

“Do you ever wish you chose a normal career?” The question left your lips before you could think about why you were asking it and he clears his dirty mind before answering. 

“Not really, my job makes me feel like I have purpose and although my hands get dirty it’s for a good cause.” You nod as you look up into the blue sky that’s slowly becoming darker. 

“You do have purpose outside your job though you know that right?” You look him in the eye for a mere second then back up. 

He’s taken aback slightly by your statement and stays silent. He lets it settle in his thoughts and feelings. Wondering what prompted you to say it in the first place.

“Thankyou.” He replies shortly after. 

“You're welcome.” You reply gently.

“I’m going to head inside, don’t be out here too long you’ll get sick.” You say sliding the door open and he laughs in return. If you even had the slightest idea of the weather he’s lived in. 

———

You woke up the next morning bright and early, currently stood in the kitchen brewing hot water for tea and setting the coffee machine on. One for you, one for John. He was surprisingly still asleep although it also is still very early. He never sleeps past 7.

As you turn the heat off the stove, knocking sounds at the front door. Maybe a package you assumed as you made your way down the hall peeking through the small hole to see who’s out there and to your surprise it was a woman. 

“Hi, how can I help you?” She looks at you a bit taken aback.

“Does John Price live here?” She asks as her blonde hair blows in the cold breeze. 

“Yeah?” 

“I need to speak to him.”

“Okay I’ll be right back.” Was this a lover of John’s, maybe an ex wife or something. You knock softly at his door and nothing so you knock a little louder. Before you hear a grunt and the squeak of the hardwood floors.

“Morning, y’alright?” He asks with a deep sleepy voice. 

You take notice of His messy hair and pajama bottoms hanging low on his hips so you practically beg and will yourself to not look at his body. 

“Yeah sorry there’s a woman at the door for you.” You reply smiling when you notice the sleep marks on the side of his face. 

“Oh okay let me just put a shirt on, tell her I’ll be right out.” He can already guess who it is and quietly curses to himself. No peace of his ever lasted long.

You relay the message to her and offer her to come inside which she politely accepts but goes no further than the entrance. 

“I’m Kate by the way.” She offers her hand to you. 

“Oh nice to meet you Kate, are you a friend of John’s?” You pry.

“Oh yeah, a longtime one.” You should’ve known.

“We’ve been working together since he was a lieutenant and that was ages ago.” She laughs and you feel light with relief for whatever reason.

“Laswell.” A deep voice sighs out from behind her.

“Well don’t be too excited to see me.” She says to him.

You get the message to exit the room and do so. He walks with her to the kitchen, offers her a drink then they both go to his office and from the sound of it have a pretty heated conversation. Not that you were eavesdropping or anything.

———-

It was hours before she left and when she did John didn’t seem too happy. You walk to the door a bit after you hear it shut. John stands there running a hand through his hair.

“You okay?” You stupidly ask as he rubs his forehead still standing in front of the door although she left 10 minutes ago.

“Yeah doll I’m alright.” He sounds tired and bothered. 

“Okay.” You begin to turn around getting the feeling he doesn’t want you there. 

“Wait, actually I have to leave tomorrow for a while..” He replies quickly. 

“Oh.” You try not to sound too disappointed.

“I’ll leave you a check for six months, if I’m gone longer my checkbook is in the bedside drawer. If you need assistance with anything I have a friend you can call please don’t do it yourself or have someone else do it.” He says as you stand there not getting past the eight month part.

“Six months or longer?” He meets your eyes seeing a hint of sadness.

“Yeah that’s what I can expect.” You suck your bottom lip between your teeth for a second not really knowing how to reply. 

“Are you hungry?” 

“What?” He replies at the random change in topic.

“Would you like to order too much food and watch a movie?” You ask again.

“Sure?” 

“I mean if you’re leaving for months and you seem upset about it then it’s serious and when’s the next time you’ll eat good food, you know?” You explain.

“Italian?” 

“Italian.” 

——————-

You both sit on the living room couch in the dim ambient light while “How to lose a guy in 10 days” plays on the TV, your choice. Empty boxes once filled with pasta and bread now are mostly empty. You tell John every time one of your favorite parts is coming on but not like you even needed to. He can tell by the anxious shake of your foot and slightly raised eyebrow.

“So does he ever find out that it’s for the em magazine and does she find out it’s for a bet?” He asks midway through the movie.

“You’ll have to watch it.” You whisper.

He laughs and for a moment in time he feels content, at ease for once. He feels like this is the moment he’ll recall in the next eight months when nights are cold and he’s spent. 

Your eyes are drifting closed before the movie is over and he watches you find sleep then returns his attention to the tv determined to finish the movie. Once all is done he picks the containers up off the floor quietly and turns the tv off kneeling to the floor to wake you.

“Doll let’s get you to bed.” He whispers in the dark. You're slightly disappointed you fell asleep but your drowsy mind doesn’t let you think too deeply as you bid him a goodnight and head to bed.

————-

The next morning he was ready to leave at 4AM. Big duffel bag in hand and a backpack. He thinks of waking you to say goodbye and even walks to your door. But he doesn’t not because he doesn’t want to but because he won’t want to leave if he does. Internally he curses himself for wasting so much time avoiding you the previous weeks. 

So he writes a quick note and of course the promised check and heads on his way.

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Next chapter is already written and I’m so excited at the build up!!

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