#and every room will be a different colour and theme and i will laugh and giggle and jump and play

[writingsbychlo]

LOSE YOUR INHIBITIONS

mattheo riddle & theodore nott | 8.1k

your boyfriend thought it would be fun to play a game of hide and seek only knowing one another's costumes. neither of you anticipated the mix-up of someone else wearing the same mask, or the thrilling events that follow.

note: happy hallowe'en, angels! you knew me and @theostrophywife would never leave you hanging on this special day, right? enjoy xo

Accepting the shot presented to you at the door, Fred Weasley delivered the vial with a charming grin. With a flick of his wrist, the door to the Gryffindor common room opened, letting the sounds of the party spill out from within. It was raging already, though this was no surprise, as the parties the twins threw had always been legendary. 

Swirling the sparkling liquid around inside the tube, it flickered in iridescent shades as the flashing lights from within rippled through it, and a smirk tugged on your painted lips. It smelled like sugared cherries and vanilla, a mouthwatering and tempting combination. Bringing it to your lips, you let the flavour wash over you, like silk as it ran down your throat dangerously smoothly. 

This party had been all anyone could talk about for the past two weeks, since the infamous Weasley pair had finally revealed the theme for this year's Hallowe’en bash. A masquerade party, hence the broken doll makeup that covered the right side of your face, but that hadn't been enough to satisfy the pair. No, rather than stop there, they’d gone on to craft themselves a potion of their own imagining, one that began to leave the edges of your vision blurring in a perfect kind of haze, and you placed the empty tube back down onto the tray in his hand. 

“How’s it feel?” Fred grinned, red hair shining under the low lights as you blinked away the fuzziness in the edges of your vision. It was then, as you stared a moment longer, that the recognition of a face you’d known for almost a decade slipped your mind entirely. 

“Oh… wow.”

“Recognise me?” He chuckled, handing a couple of vials to a group of giggling girls who passed you by, none of whom you now found you could place the identity of. Even the timbre of his voice sounded distorted and different as you processed it, knowing what he normally sounded like. 

“I only know it’s you because… well, because we've been talking. I have no idea who just walked past.” You murmured, a pleasant tingling spreading through your body, slipping away any anxieties and worries. Only warmth and excitement were left in its wake. 

“Didn’t we tell you to arrive with your friends, hm? Good luck finding anyone in there.” Fred tutted teasingly, motioning for you to go inside, and you hummed your acknowledgement as you walked into the party. 

The floors vibrated under your feet, making you wonder just how many other students they’d had to coerce into helping cast the charms keeping this party a secret from the professors. Enchanted lights refracted and bounced around the expanded common room space, changing colours and leaving patterns streaking the darkened atmosphere.

Upon entering the main room, the heavy base of the music shook you so hard it rocked all the way up into your stomach with every step you took, and bodies filled every space in the room. Dancing, talking, laughing, playing games, drinking. They’d thought of it all, and you made your way slowly over to the drinks table to fill yourself up a cup with the spiced elf wine you were so fond of this time of year. 

Some people milled around in groups, clinging to those whose identities they knew, while others boldly adventured and mingled in the freedom of anonymity. With a cursory glance across the crowds, all of the faces and voices around you blurred away before you could properly identify them. People you’d known for years were strangers to you for the night, and the spike of adrenaline it caused felt light lightning. 

With a twist in your stomach, and another gulp of wine, the music beat as your feet guided you through the throngs of people, beginning the search for a familiar mask. 

Mattheo hadn't told you when he’d arrive, only that it would be after you. 

Originally planning to arrive together, your boyfriend had thought it all the more amusing to turn the night into a thrilling game for the pair of you. You were only given the knowledge of what his mask looked like; something he’d picked up at a Muggle costume store to ensure nobody else would be wearing the same thing.

The black and white details were burned into your mind, and yet, every face you passed wasn’t what you were looking for. After completing your first lap of the party, you’d found yourself situated in a new corner. With a heady mixture of wine and adrenaline buzzing through your bloodstream, you tapped your fingers against your thigh in anticipation.

The second lap you took of the room resulted in much the same way. Though, this time, it had certainly taken longer. The dance floor had long since been overflowed, the groups, couples and solo dancers for the night had spilt out to fill almost half of the room. Grinding, swaying, twirling, you’d become caught up with different people at least three times, as the atmosphere of the party swept you away. Laughing, flushed cheeks, you finally stumbled from the masses and back into the rest of the room. 

More people had arrived since you had first started the hunt of your game, and you had no doubt now that he was in here somewhere, waiting for you to find him. No mask fit, no costume was right, and you’d done almost three laps of the room before you spotted him. 

Hours had melted by, you were sure of it, but suddenly it all felt like nothing as you spotted the masked man standing across the room. 

Tall, dressed impeccably in all black, and breathing out smoke from under the edge of the mask as he passed a cigarette around the group of boys he was standing with. His head tipped back as he laughed, and as you saw the mask you had memorised, you were sure of it. 

Slipping over, you made sure to skirt around the edges of the group, delighting in the squeal you involuntarily let loose when his head turned in your direction. Though you couldn't see his eyes beneath the mask, you could feel his sights locked onto your own, and for a moment, it felt like the breath was trapped in your lungs. 

Tall, imposing, terrifying. You bit your lip, waving your fingers at him, and watching his lips twist into a smirk, before he was handing off the cigarette in his hands, and waving back. Crooking a finger to beckon him closer, those long legs carried him until he stood before you, the smell of smoke and spiced whiskey rolling off of him and covering your senses. 

“Well, hello there.” You whispered, hands reaching out to settle on his arms as you took a small step forward. Trailing your hands along his sleeves, your fingers brushed against the embroidery on his cuff, and your smile widened at confirmation under your fingertips of the sewing you’d put there.

“Hello, doll.” He mused, humoured by his own joke, and you rolled your eyes gently, taking his hands in your own, and tugging him towards the dance floor. 

“Come on, I’ve been waiting all evening to dance.”

“Have you now?” He rolled his lower lip through his teeth, watching your hips move as you led him to a space you’d be able to occupy enough to move amongst the bodies. “And what have you been waiting for?”

“The right partner, of course.” Happy with the spot you’d found, you looped your arms around his neck, stepping into your boyfriend’s space a lot more, and his hands slid down your sides to settle on your hips. “Glad I finally found you.”

“Found me, indeed.” He mumbled, his forehead coming down to rest on your own, and a happy sigh slipped from your lips. You couldn't see much beyond the black-out eyes of the mask, but it didn’t matter. You didn’t need to, instead, you turned your back to him and pressed yourself into his chest, pulling his arms around you in the same way you always did. 

Swaying together in harmony, your head rolled back to sit on his shoulder, the words to the songs happily flowing from your lips as your hips ground against your boyfriend’s. Hands wandered, weak groans and ghosts of his breath along your neck were exchanged for your giggles. 

Where one game ended, a new one arose, a game of push and pull as you danced together. Pressing your arse back into his crotch, he returned the force, the outline of him pressing through his jeans to display his interest, and his arms tightened around you. 

“You’re confident, hm?” He teased, both hands dropping to your thighs, nails skating over your skin in a new and delicious way that made you shiver. When he reached the edge of your dress, his fingertips barely dipped below, before opting to toy with the fabric instead and slip away. 

“You love it.” Came your response, guiding one of his hands a little further up your body, skimming it over your breast tantalisingly before bringing your joined hands up, raised in the air to sway to the song. His laughter was warm and contagious, and time seemed to melt away once again as you sank into his embrace. 

At some point, he had tugged up the edge of his mask, his mouth descending upon your neck to kiss and lick and bite, drawing moans and whimpers from your lips. When dancing had grown tiresome for you both, you’d slipped back to the drinks table, laughing your way through a shot of Gigglewater each, before finding your way to one of the more secluded couches in the darker corners of the room. 

Now, your mouth was on his neck, marking his skin with red lipstick prints as one of his hands continued to grip your hips, allowing you to roll your core ever so slowly over the growing bulge in the front of his jeans. His other hand was splayed across one of your breasts, squeezing slowly as he panted, pulse racing under your lips. 

“(Y/n)?” A voice broke you from your reverie, and you nibbled on the sweet spot on his neck. 

“Yeah, Matty?” You whispered, believing the call to have come from the man underneath you. However, when he stiffened, so suddenly and harshly it was like he’d turned to stone, you pulled back. Your brows furrowed, you couldn't see what was wrong with his mask on, and you were reaching to remove it when you became aware of the other figure, standing behind the couch. 

With a gasp as you observed his almost identical attire, your heart felt for a moment like it stopped beating. In what you were sure would’ve looked almost comical in any other situation, you looked dumbly between the two matching masks. 

A soberingly cold bolt of shock sliced through you as you looked up, finding another tall, impeccably-clad man in all black standing behind the couch on which you were currently straddling Mattheo on. Or, thought you were, but now, as you took in the identical mask on his face, doubt began to creep in. The second man crossed his arms, legs widening in eerily familiar body language.

A sick feeling twisted in your stomach as you pulled back, pushing the man beneath you away by his shoulders. His neck was shining from the hickeys you had been enthusiastically marking his neck with. No matter how hard you tried, however, you couldn't place the features of either, recognition dancing just out of reach within your mind, and you let slip a frustrated growl. 

“Matty?” You whispered, and the man underneath you somehow stiffened further, a feat you’d thought impossible, as the one standing squared his shoulders and seemed to grow angrier through stance alone. 

“That would be me, sweetheart.” The one standing ground out through his teeth, voice so cold it made you feel like the temperature in the room had dropped. Springing up from the couch, you shook your head, feeling as though the whole world had just been tipped upside down. You had no chance to process it, as the intruder voiced the question also on your mind, “What the fuck is going on?”

“I found you! I found the mask!” An uncomfortable feeling raced through your body, heart pounding in your chest. As you rubbed at the place it thumped so hard, trying to escape, he seemed to soften a little. “I was so sure! Fuck, this stupid game—” 

The flashing lights were too much, the noise and the people and the complete lack of awareness were all too much, and you stumbled for the exit. The moment you were out of the party and alone in the corridors, it was like you could breathe again. Gasping cold breaths into your lungs, you found yourself in silence, the charms working perfectly to contain the secrecy of the party, the only noise was your heaving breaths and the sound of your heart pumping. 

Pressing your back into the cool stone of the wall, you tugged off the mask on your face, shaky fingers dropping it to the ground as the balls of your hands pressed to your eyes, just trying to think. 

Then, like a whoosh of warmth and a burst in the tranquillity of the corridor, a body slammed into the stone beside you, a groan slipping free as the breath left his lungs. The mask was still on his face, covering his identity, not that you’d be able to tell who it was even if it was gone, but you could recognise Mattheo by default now. He’d taken off his mask, his features swimming just outside of your consciousness like in a dream, but those flattened curls, and the chain around his neck, it was no doubt. 

“Someone better start explaining what the fuck is going on.” Mattheo hissed, brown eyes growing a little more familiar the longer you looked at them, filled with both rage and vulnerability. 

“I-I was so sure, Matty! I checked the sleeve and everything, I’m sorry.” The man whom you now knew to be your boyfriend was wearing a black t-shirt only, and you fumbled for the stranger’s sleeve, tugging the left one forward and tracing your finger over the embroidered initials that you had sewn into every shirt, jumper and tee he owned. 

Mattheo gripped the stranger's wrist in a far tighter hold than you had, yanking him forward to inspect the markings on the sleeve, and silent confusion settled between the three of you. Seconds ticked past in what felt more like hours, and then, Mattheo groaned in frustration, dropping the man’s wrist and raking his hand through his curls instead. He turned, kicking the wall on the opposite side of the corridor. 

“Fucking potion, I don’t even know who the fuck you are! You’ve got my sweater, I mean, what is this, a set-up?” With a swing, his open palm slammed down on the rock on the side of the stranger’s head, Mattheo’s unfamiliar features close enough to the stranger that he’d smell the whiskey on your boyfriend’s breath. “What to do with you now, huh? When I kick the shit out of you for kissing my girlfriend, I want to know exactly who I’m hitting.”

“I’ll tell you.” The stranger croaked, and Mattheo let out a dry laugh as he backed away. 

“And I’m supposed to just trust you, huh?”

You swallowed thickly, fingers gripping your ribs as your arms wrapped around yourself, unprepared for the answer, whether it was the truth or not. More silence ticked by, so many moments that your skin pebbled with goosebumps in the chill, and you rubbed your arms for warmth in the cold castle corridors. 

Eventually, the stranger balled his shaking hands, and cursed under his breath in a language you recognised immediately. Italian. Your next inhale caught painfully in your throat as realisation struck before he’d even begun to speak. “I’m sorry, Matt. I didn’t mean for this or happen. I—”

Shoes scuffled against the floor, and then Mattheo had him by the collar of his sweater, backed to the wall once again as his fist reared back for the swing—

“It’s Theo!”

Mattheo’s punch halted, the impact of stopping so suddenly rippling along his body, and his tension faltered. “You’re lying.”

“Why would I lie?” He implored, tugging off his mask at last, to reveal the same blurred, dreamlike features, but a recognisable head of golden-brown hair. “I can explain, I swear. Can you just put your fist down for a second?”

Reaching out, he placed a hand over Mattheo’s, lowering it slowly, and you crept forward to wrap your own hands around Mattheo’s, sliding his fist open to slip your fingers between his. He squeezed back fiercely, angrily. But, then, he lifted your hand up to his mouth, and kissed the back of your hand in a gesture you knew so well, all while glaring at ‘Theo’. 

“Look, I didn’t have a costume. It’s stupid, I wasn’t planning on coming to the party at all, but I changed my mind.” With another nervous breath, you rubbed your thumb over Mattheo’s, feeling him tense and release over and over again as bursts of anger shot through him. “You were in the shower and your mask was hanging on the back of the door, so I just used a Geminio on yours. I grabbed the first pair of black jeans and a sweater I could find, I didn’t think you’d mind, we share clothes all the time! I’m sorry.”

Mattheo took a deep breath and another. And another. 

His head tipped back to stare at the ceiling, and blue eyes that ticked at being familiar found yours, “I’m sorry, bella. I didn’t mean for all this to happen. I figured you two would show up together, and…”

“It was a game.” You finally croaked out, voice sore from holding back tears. “It was just a stupid game, I thought I found Matty but it was you.”

“I should’ve asked for your name. But, the potion and my inhibitions…”

“How does this even happen, Theo? Are you such a slut you were just letting a girl grind on you when you didn’t even know her name?” Mattheo jabbed, but the heat of rage was gone from his words, and instead lingered a desperation for some kind of explanation.

“Yes, apparently, I am!” Theo slapped a hand over his mouth, but it was too late now. The potion, the weed, the whiskey, it was all mixing, and Theo had always been a chatterbox when intoxicated. “Cazzo, she’s so fucking hot, mate! I didn’t want to stop and ask questions, I just wanted to get my hands on her and—” His words disintegrated into a gurgled choke as Mattheo once again pinned him to the wall, this time with a hand on his throat. 

His fingers flexed, and with a ragged swear he released the grip he had on Theo, allowing him to speak once again.

“Mattheo, you have to let me go.”

“Why?” Your boyfriend demanded, even as his hand loosened a fraction more. No matter how angry he was, you all knew he was incapable of hurting Theo. Mattheo would sooner injure himself than someone he loved, and Theo fell squarely into that category. “Why should I?”

“Because you’re not going to hurt me, we both know that,” Theo said gently, and Mattheo growled in a threat that scared nobody. “It’s not our fault. We were laced with a potion, a potion that is still very much in my system and blurring my boundaries. I was already hard as fuck, and this is really turning me on. Please let me go before this gets any more embarrassing for all of us.”

Your eyes widened, much like Mattheo’s, and Theo smirked a little at the shock he’d managed to inflict. “What?”

“Merde, since it’s clear that I’m not getting fucked tonight, and blue balls are setting in, could you kindly let me go, before I cream myself from your choking, Mattheo?” Theo hissed, his fingers wrapping around the wrist of the hand now merely sitting like a warm presence on his throat. 

Mattheo considered it for a second, two, three. A whole new kind of tension lingered in the air, and his hand slipped down from Theo’s throat to his shoulder instead. He turned to look at you, his gaze finding your own, a questioning heat swirling in them that you knew all too well. Mattheo wanted it. That kind of burning desire was something you were intimately familiar with, as was his secret wish to fuck his best friend. He’d wanted it long since before the two of you had gotten together, and he’d confided it in you early on. You’d discussed the possibility before, sure, but Theo had never been unattached, or the timing had never been right. You’d never dared cross such a line before. Now, the line was all but obliterated anyway, might as well proceed without caution. 

With a small nod, excitement lit up Mattheo’s face in replacement of dark anger.

“Who says you’re not getting fucked?”

It was Theo’s turn to be speechless, that smirk melting off of his face as he gaped instead. With all the elegance and eloquence you knew him to possess, he uttered a simple, “Huh?”

Turning back to you, Mattheo slipped a hand over your eyes, while pressing a kiss to your cheek. He muttered a few Geminio’s, and when he removed his hand, both of them had their masks back on, and matching attire now. In identical tees and jeans, right down to the boots and gloves, they looked the same. Your heart skipped a beat, and your throat bobbed with anticipation.

“Can you tell who’s who?” One of them asked, their voice unrecognisable once again, and without the simple features you’d clung to for identity, your lips parted. On a trembling, excited breath, you shook your head. 

“No. I can’t.”

“Good.” With that, a hand slipped into each of your own, a tug within your stomach telling you that someone had apparated the three of you, because when you blinked next, you were in the boys’ dorm. The latch on the door flicked locked with a quiet spell, and the needle on the record player lowered to begin crooning one of Mattheo’s favourite albums for these kinds of moments. 

You looked between them both, a twisted glee at having no idea who was who. One of them reached a hand out, brushing cold fingers along your cheek, and you leaned into his touch, peering into the dark spaces of the mask hiding his eyes. 

“I think this moment deserves a picture, don’t you?” One of them whispered, head tipping to the other, and a condescending and arousing chuckle made you shudder with anticipation. In a flurry of moving hands and bodies, you found yourself kneeling before the full-length mirror in the room, both of the masked men standing behind you. One had your hair twisted around his hand loosely, as the other held the camera. 

Click. 

“So pretty.” Came a quiet mumble, you weren’t even sure which man said it, but it made you flush and smile nonetheless. Untwisting his hand from your hair, he offered it to you instead, your fingers settling over his own as he helped you back to your feet. With a small tug, you were tumbling into his body, a gasp leaving you as your back settled on his chest.

The next photo came as you stood, your head rolled back onto a shoulder, and your dress pulled down to bunch around your waist, leaving your breasts and lacy bra on show. Large hands covered your tits, squeezing appreciatively as your vision spotted from the flash of the little Polaroid once again. 

Click. 

“Guess who?” The voice purred beside your ear, those hands moving to your hips, your thighs, tracing your body as though a new wonder before him. 

“Theo?” You whispered, tipping your head to come face to face with the mask. 

“Wrong.” The one holding the camera said, and a whimper slipped from your throat as Mattheo slapped your arse with just the kind of punishing pressure he knew so well. Biting down on your lip, you let them readjust you, slipping your eyes closed as you stood in the centre of the room. Someone tugged your dress the rest of the way down, someone held your hips as you slipped out of your heels, and then someone was flicking open the catch on your bra, until you were stood naked in the centre of the room. 

For a long moment, nobody touched you at all, and your nerves skittered at the thrill, breath catching in your throat.

Then, warm hands without the leather gloves now were on your body. Behind you, their breath on your neck, hands skimming up your arms lightly, and you gasped. You understood the game they wanted to play.

“Theo?” You whispered, sure you’d guessed correctly this time, with the reverent and cautious touch it seemed to be. The sharp sting of a hand coming down across your arse proved you wrong. 

“Nope.”

The figure stepped away from you, and your fingers twitched to reach out, your lips pulling in a grin as you waited for the next set of hands to come. When they did, it was without hesitation, two large hands closing over the top of your bra, and taking an appreciative squeeze. 

The force with which he grabbed you pulled you back into his chest, and you chuckled, tipping your head until you could feel the beat of his heart against you. 

“Theo.”

You were certain of that, getting a rumbling him against your back, and a kiss to your shoulder blades as he backed away, confirming your choice. 

The next touch was on your stomach, knuckles skimming in a featherlight touch over your skin, circling your navel, before fingertips traced the top of your panties. Snapping the elastic against your skin, he drew a breathy moan from you. “Matty.”

“Wrong.” His words were punctuated with a slap, your legs shaking with the impact, and you clenched your thighs together, forcing your eyes to stay closed no matter how much you wanted to open them. The camera never stopped clicking, observing you and recording you in the moment of erotic vulnerability.

A handful of tense moments passed this time, you were sure they were communicating something outside of your knowledge. There seemed to be no order or system to their touches, nothing you could latch onto, leaving you completely in the dark, and it was thrilling. 

A light touch traced its way up the inside of your thighs, a contrast to the foot that roughly kicked the insides of your feet, forcing your thighs to open wider. The other hand was on your back, tracing your spine until he pushed between your shoulders forcing you to bend. And as you did, those same fingers traced your cunt through your underwear, drawing an impatient whine from you as you were forced to keep waiting. “Teddy?”

“Wrong again,” Came Mattheo’s amused voice, and this time, you didn’t get a spank across your arse, but instead, a pinch to your clit that made your entire body jerk. 

“That was Mattheo.” You squeaked, familiar with his antics and the way he touched your body, and a face in front of you laughed. Cracking your eyes open to peer at someone so familiar and yet so unfamiliar at the same time, he smirked at you. 

“That was an obvious one.”

“Mhm.” Licking across your lower lip, you pushed forward, eager to close the distance and kiss your boyfriend for the first time tonight. He let you, his mouth sealing against your own in comforting familiarity, his hands holding your jaw as he straightened you back up.

His tongue played with your own while he guided you backwards until he was lowering you onto the bed, his knee between your thighs to grind on, pressing against your aching core and giving you the relief you so desperately needed. “You’re so wet, sweetheart. Is this getting’ you going?” He teased, raising your hands above you, and all you could do was nod and moan. His hand cupped your face, his thumb rubbing across your cheek, as his mouth trailed your jaw on the other side. 

When he’d finished marking his favourite spot on your neck, leaving the skin stinging in the best way possible with his prints, he pulled away once again. He flipped you over, onto your stomach, undoing the catch on your bra and letting you shake your arms out of it, before you were without touch once again, back to both of your men as they stood behind you. 

Face down in the bed, you once again lost track of who was who, feeling another set of hands snaking their way up your thighs, into the lace of your panties. Inching them own, slowly, so slowly, another hand laced into your hair, pulling your head up from the bedding, and a body pressed against your back, the camera flashing in your face once again. 

“Oh, fuck.” You whined, the desperation beginning to cloud any semblance of morals or judgement you might’ve had left far more than any potion ever could. “Enough pictures, I need you, please!”

“Who do you need, baby? Who’s on their knees for you, huh? Get it right, and you can have it.” Clenching your thighs, you keened, throwing an arrogant smirk over your shoulder. 

“Theo.”

They both paused for a second before Mattheo chuckled. “How’d you know?”

“Because when you eat me out, Matty, you bite me first.” Your smirk was countered with a spank to the back of your thighs, and Theo sank his teeth into one of your arse cheeks as a consequence for your attitude, but it was worth it. 

Flipping up your skirt and exposing the sensitive skin of your backside to the room, Theo blew a streak of cold air across your bare pussy, making you jerk forwards with a startled gasp. “I’ve wanted to get my mouth between your legs for so long, bella. You have no idea how often I think about this.”

With that, Theo licked a long stripe up your dripping folds, and his moan was almost as loud as yours as he got a taste. Like a man possessed, Theo began to eat. He didn’t hold back, not even for a moment, confident in his movements as he proved all those rumours true. Girls loved to talk, Theo was a hot topic in gossip groups, and you were ashamed of how often you’d listened in. Now, you knew it all to be true.

You were just beginning to lose yourself to the feeling, hips rocking against Theo’s face as he eagerly encouraged the actions, when your head was yanked up, to meet another ghost-faced mask peering down at you. You were sure your heart had stopped beating altogether. 

Kneeling before you on the bed was Mattheo. If you weren’t well aware by this point that Theo was the one on his knees behind you, devouring you like you were his final meal, you’d have recognised Mattheo by his cock alone. Pretty pink tip and a slight curve that always hit just right, the silvery bead of arousal running down his tip and into his fingers as he pumped slowly made your mouth water. 

His fingers brushed your cheek, settling on your jaw, and you opened your mouth for him. 

“My good girl.” He murmured, allowing you enough time to prop yourself up on your elbows before the heated head of his cock found its way between your lips and settled like a heavy weight on your tongue. The salty taste of him was familiar, slicking across your tastebuds as you swirled your tongue around him, a deep and throaty rumble echoing from his chest as he settled back. 

With your hips pinned to the bed, your cries of pleasure were muffled by the cock in your mouth, he switched between fucking you with his tongue and teasing your clit. The sensations were overwhelming, so much going on that your head was spinning.

Kneeling there, thick thighs spread as your hands smoothed up them, you moaned around Mattheo, passing on the pleasure Theo made you feel. Sliding one hand up higher as the other supported you, your head bobbed, fingertips raking his flexing abs under his shirt. Tugging on a handful of the material, Mattheo tipped his covered face back to you, and you swore you could feel his smirk under the mask in the mere way he tilted his head. 

Pulling back with an obscene pop, you gasped for air, straightening your arm and leaning up as far as you could, while Theo still brutally gripped your hips to keep you in place against his face. “Please, Matty, take it off.”

With a mutter, his shirt disappeared, the chain you knew so well hanging around his neck, glinting in the warm lights against the glow of his skin. He held your face in his hands, pulling you up, and the mouth of the mask pressed against your lips. The taste of him through the fabric made your head spin, rationale abandoning you once again as you kissed him through the mask. 

His fingers threaded into your hair, tightening ever so slightly, as he pushed your head back down. “Suck, sweetheart.”

You dropped on shaky arms, taking the length of him down your throat once again, using him to muffle the sounds of your moans from Theo’s relentless assault on your cunt. The pressure building inside of you swelled, your hips grinding back against Theo’s face, pushing into the security of his hands on your body as he held so tight he’d bruise. With a cry around Mattheo’s cock, you fell apart. 

Your boyfriend pulled back as you came, your shouts and pleas exposed to the room as you trembled through an incredible orgasm. Theo kept up with you, every wave and dip, until you were boneless and spent on the bed. 

But he never stopped. 

Your fingers twisted in the sheets, a sensitive mewl escaping you, and as you tried to claw your way up the mattress, Theo pulled back, biting at your inner thigh. 

“You’re not going anywhere, dolcezza. I’ve waited so long for this, and who knows if I’ll ever get the chance again. I’m making the most of this. And I’m not finished.”

Mattheo slid off the bed as Theo flipped you over, letting you face the ceiling instead of the sheets now as he lifted one knee over each of his shoulders, his arms banding around your thighs. It locked you where you were, splayed open and unable to escape as he dove back in. 

Your back arched, head pressing into the mattress as his assault began anew on your overly sensitive cunt. As he worked, his own moans increased in volume and urgency, and you found the strength to lift your head for only a moment. Kneeling on the floor behind the maskless stranger that you knew to be Theo, was Mattheo. Now without his mask too, messy curls on display again, Theo sank two fingers into your core and scissored them open, freeing himself up to toss his head back onto Mattheo’s shoulder. 

Mattheo was kissing and biting his way along Theo’s shoulder and up his throat, his arm around Theo’s body moving in a way that you knew exactly why Theo was moaning in such a way. When Mattheo’s kisses reached high enough, Theo twisted his head, lips locking on Mattheo’s, and you clenched down around his fingers, dropping your head back to the bedding at the sight. 

Theo switched between kissing your boyfriend and kissing your pussy, both involving copious amounts of tongue, as his fingers never let up inside of you. Already being so overstimulated, it didn’t take long until you were teetering on the brink of another earth-shattering climax, ears ringing with your noise and Theo’s. 

Hopefully, everybody was at the party, because you’d forgotten to cast a Muffliato and there was no doubt that anyone passing by would be able to hear your moans. That, and the needy sounds Theo was making as Mattheo worked him closer and closer to the edge. 

When you finally came again, your body shook and trembled against the mattress, legs snapping closed as your wetness soaked your thighs, and you gasped for burning breaths amid the delirious pleasure. On the floor, Mattheo tugged an overstimulated Theo’s head back with a fistful of his golden hair, and bit the lobe of his ear, hard. Theo’s eyes rolled back happily as Mattheo mumbled, “Don’t you dare come yet, pretty boy, I have plans for you.”

With that, Theo was whining pathetically as Mattheo retracted from touching him at all, rocking to his feet with far too much arrogant ease for the state both you and Theo rendered to. The final pieces of clothing between the three of you were shed, somewhere between Theo pulling Mattheo in for desperate kisses, and Mattheo mumbling into the snog about how long he’s desired this. You watched, through hooded eyes, as the tangled men stumbled their way towards you, hips grinding together through decreasing layers of clothing, until Mattheo was gripping them both in his hand to thrust together. 

You threw an arm over your eyes, too turned on by the sight before you to even catch your breath, and the mattress was soon bouncing as another body hit it. You found yourself lying beside Theo on the bed, his features ever so slowly starting to seep back into focus. The potion was nearing its end, and the smile on his swollen lips was familiar as he leaned over to kiss you. 

“Hi, bella.”

“Hi, Teddy.” You grinned as his mouth slanted against your own, a heady mix of Mattheo’s flavour, your arousal, and simply him, all meeting in the kiss. It was enough to melt you into his arms in half a second. Theo rolled onto his back, bringing you with him, and you yelped as Mattheo gripped your hips and lifted you to straddle Theo properly. 

“You looked so pretty squirming in his lap before, baby. Show me again.” Mattheo mocked, and you had no doubt you were far from pretty, now. Your tears would’ve ruined your makeup, smeared into your hands or the sheets, you no doubt looked like a fucked-out mess, but the only thing you saw reflected in either of their gazes was raw, primal desire. 

Theo slipped a hand from your hip to his cock, notching the leaking tip to your entrance, already stretched out from his previous activities. You were clenching around nothing, your whining reaching your ears, fading out into moans as he slowly sank into you. Inch by inch, Theo was stretching you out for the first time this evening. He was longer than Mattheo, surpassing any depths you’d ever been fucked to before, and your eyes rolled back, panting through shallowed breaths as you pushed back against him until you were filled. 

It truly felt like he was splitting you in half, the tip of his cock pressing so deep and the outline of him present on your stomach. You traced the bulge of him with a sick kind of thrill. “So big, Teddy.”

“That's because I’ve never been this turned on in my fucking life. Merde.” He wheezed, his head pressing back into the bedding behind his head. Mattheo chuckled from behind you both, his kisses leading up your spine as you sat in Theo’s lap, adjusting to the fill of him. 

“Look at my sweethearts, already so spent,” Mattheo murmured, hooking his chin over your shoulder, his arm snaking around your waist to toy slowly with your throbbing clit. As your hips began to move, Theo’s jaw dropped open, and his eyes constantly moved between where you met, your face, and Mattheo. He couldn't decide where to look or what to watch, as Mattheo littered your mouth with hickeys behind you, and you rode Theo. 

The potions were finally wearing off, and you were thrilled to see the familiar features reappear. Beneath you, at last, Theo came into full focus. His messy hair, his flushed cheeks, swollen lips and shining eyes. He was the most beautiful you’d ever seen him, and that was saying something because he was gorgeous every moment of every damn day. You couldn't help yourself as you smiled, and he beamed back with genuine emotion, not just lust.

Rocking your hips needily against his own, chasing both of your climaxes, you leaned down to him and smothered his lips with your own. He kissed back just as tenderly, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips, and he sighed in a soft manner as your fingers slipped into his hair, and your tongue tangled with his. 

He settled for propping himself up during the kiss, giving you the perfect place to lean against his chest. Finally finding himself and crooking his legs behind you, his motions tossed you forward a little more, your mouths parting with your surprised gasp. He smirked as you lost your momentum and power, only to hand it all over to him as he began to thrust up into you from below. In your new position, Mattheo let out a contented sound at the sight, running calloused hands down the sides of your ribs, over your hips, and to your arse. 

Pulling your cheeks apart, he whispered a new spell you’d been experimenting with lately, and the warm, wet sensation of a lubricating charm trickled out from between your cheeks. A fingertip teased your puckering hole, sliding in to the first knuckle, and then deeper. 

“Think you can take us both, baby?” Mattheo asked, teasing, but genuine concern coated his voice through the lust, and when you nodded frantically, it wasn’t enough. 

“Both?” Theo panted, his thrusts slowing to a stop as you pushed yourself back onto what was now two of Mattheo’s fingers, stretching you open to take a second cock. “Oh, fuck, you’re— voi due siete come se il mio sogno più bello diventasse realtà.” Theo moaned, his hands holding your hips tight as he slammed a single, frantically hard thrust into you and then stilling for Mattheo.

“Yes or no, sweetheart? I don’t want to—”

“Yes, Mattheo! Merlin, yes, please! Please, do it.” Your begging was hurried and blurred, no longer capable of proper thought of speech, all you knew was what you needed from him. From them both. 

Mattheo slipped his fingers out of you, gripping his cock and spitting down onto himself, smearing it around his cock in the wetness already gathered, and positioning himself. At the sight, Theo whined again, “Me next,” He mumbled, and Mattheo laughed breathlessly. 

“To be spat on, or to be fucked up the arse?” Mattheo questioned, sinking himself into you slowly, and your eyes rolled back. 

“Cazzo, what kind of question is that? Both. Absolutely both.” Theo yapped, only drowned out by the volume of the sound you made. Pornographic, filthy, and uncontrollable. Your arms finally gave way, and you collapsed down to be cradled against Theo’s chest as you were finally filled with them both. It was so much it was overwhelming, in the best way possible, and you knew now that you were definitely being split in two this time. It was exquisite. 

Beginning to rock their hips into you, the two soon found a pace and worked together, and you lost yourself to the pleasure of it. Pure, unadulterated bliss took you over, the feeling spreading to the tips of your fingers and toes, and clouding everything thought in your head that wasn't begging or their names. Your body rocked with them, your throat raw, and it wasn’t long before the feelings were all consuming. 

Catapulting over the brink of bliss, a feeling you’d only experienced once or twice before took hold of you. Your juices gushed from you, a mess that soaked both the man under you as well as the one behind you. Mattheo praised you through an orgasm that came with so much force you were sure you blacked out for a moment, while Theo rode you through it and observed in awe. Your heart was pounding so hard you felt as though you were hardly breathing, screams petering off into absolute silence as tears ran down your cheeks. It was perfect. 

Mattheo soon followed, emptying himself inside of you with a deep and feral growl, pressing you into Theo’s chest as his body collapsed against your own. Shaking against you through his bliss, Mattheo left a collection of fast, loving kisses along your neck and shoulders, before pulling you off of Theo. 

Letting you roll to the side and shudder through the aftershocks, Mattheo focused his attention on the other member of your trio. Theo couldn’t even find the words to complain before Mattheo was circling a finger and thumb around the base of Theo’s cock, following the creamy circle of your arousal, and squeezing. 

Theo’s back arched, his legs spasming, and the veins in his biceps stood out as his cheeks went red with the strain of his desperation. 

“No!” He howled, slamming a fist into the bedding, almost hitting the discarded camera, and your hand caught it just before it rolled off of the edge of the bed. Surprising, that it had survived there for this long. “Why, Matty? I was— I was—”

Theo’s voice cracked, tears lining his eyes at being held at the brink when he was so close to the edge, and he took gasping, audible breaths as he tried to settle himself, sniffling. 

“I know, my pretty boy, I know,” Mattheo whispered, leaning down to kiss Theo’s frown. “You can come, just let me get my mouth on you first. I’ve always wanted you to come down my throat, I just needed you to hold off for me.” 

Theo let out a pained groan at that, his anger fading away as he nodded, and he slipped long fingers into dark curls before your very eyes as Mattheo descended upon his best friend’s cock. 

He dragged his tongue along the entire length of him, licking your juices from Theo’s skin, and his cock twitched dangerously. Taking the hint, Mattheo swallowed him down, and he wasn’t even halfway before Theo’s back arched, and he came. 

It was a beautiful sight and sound, both you and Mattheo watching in admiration as Theo finally reached his peak. Positioning the camera in your unsteady hands, you snapped a picture of the sight before you. Theo’s arched back, Mattheo with his flushed cheeks stuffed full, watching the man he was pleasuring. 

Click.

At the flash in the room, Mattheo’s focus moved to you, a wicked look flashing in those pretty eyes as he sucked one more time against Theo’s cock, before pulling back. He opened his mouth, tongue out, a picture of perfect filth as he showed just how much come Theo had released, dripping across his tongue. 

Click.

He took the camera from your hands and tossed it to the ground the second the photo was out, leaning down to kiss you messily and share the prize he’d won. Hurried kisses with Mattheo slowed as Theo’s taste seeped away, and your racing hearts all managed to settle.

The three of you lay in the bed, slowly gathering yourselves once again as you came back down from orbit. You were covered in bruises and bites, Theo was covered in your scratches and hickeys, and Mattheo was just a mess. The room smelled of sweat, sex, and weed Mattheo sparked up. Theo uttered a few charms and spells, whatever he could think of as you all basked in the afterglow, sharing the spliff between you.

Curling onto your side when it was finished, you caught Mattheo’s eye over the top of Theo’s chest, the grin he wore told you just how content and satisfied he was with the night’s events. Theo lifted an arm, brushing it through his hair with a heavy sigh, and when he lowered it back down, you caught his hand. 

Lacing his fingers with your own and snuggling in closer, your cheek came to rest on his shoulder as you kissed his knuckles. “That was incredible.” You whispered into the room, the music sputtering out and the lights lowering to fade out with a click of Mattheo’s fingers. 

“We’re doing that again soon, right?” Mattheo asked, prompting tired laughs from both you and Theo. “What? I haven’t even begun to scratch off the bucket list of things I want the three of us to do together.”

[clesired]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 | 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 !

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 ! “can i request christmas headcanons about fred? with a reader who isn’t exactly the christmas type but how can you resist lovely christmas at the burrow?” thank you to the lovely anon who requested this <3

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ! how can you resist lovely christmas at the burrow?

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ! no warnings, fluff, gn!reader, established relationship!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 !

🥥 partner!reader who doesn’t care for christmas because your family never made it a big deal

🥥 bf!fred who invites you to spend the holidays at the burrow because he’s convinced that one christmas with his family will change your mind

🥥 naturally, you’re assigned a room to sleep in when you arrive ( but everyone knows you’re gonna end up in fred’s room anyway )

🥥 you help the weasleys decorate the burrow and end up surprising both fred and yourself with how much you enjoy it

🥥 you get addicted to molly’s hot chocolate almost immediately after the first sip

🥥 ginny helps you brainstorm gift ideas for her family ( because merlin knows what fred and george have whipped up for them )

🥥 molly constantly catches fred trying to get you under the mistletoe

🥥 you somehow land yourself in a christmas trivia feud with charlie ( it ends in a draw )

🥥 every time fred catches you enjoying a christmas activity, he smirks at you all smug and mouths ‘i told you so’ ( to which you just roll your eyes )

🥥 you and ginny gossip in her room while you wait for molly and arthur to fall asleep so you can sneak into the twins’ room

🥥 you spend a good five minutes laughing at the twins when they come back inside from de-gnoming the garden looking like they’d just wrestled a hippogriff ( you take a picture too, of course )

🥥 when the weasleys go out to play quidditch in the orchard, you stay back to help molly with the cooking and the dishes

🥥 you try eggnog for the first time with arthur and end up drinking four cups…

🥥 you cuddle up with fred on the couch while you and the rest of the weasleys listen to celestina warbeck on christmas eve

🥥 when it’s time to open presents, your boyfriend’s family are all pleasantly surprised by the accuracy of your gifts ( thank you, ginny )

🥥 you gift ginny a basket of wizarding skin care and makeup products to experiment with

🥥 you get ron a gift box from honeydukes, filled with his favourites like chocolate frogs, bertie bott’s every-flavour beans, pepper imps, etc.

🥥 george gets a quidditch kit that you charmed to be gryffindor themed and a new striped jumper

🥥 percy receives a nameplate for his desk at the ministry

🥥 you give charlie a new backpack and a journal for his travels

🥥 you gift bill a book on interesting muggle artifacts…with a second copy in french ( wink, wink )

🥥 molly gets a new magical cookbook

🥥 arthur gets the latest edition of the guinness book of world records ( courtesy of a very fascinating conversation with hermione earlier that year )

🥥 fred gets the same jumper as george but in a different colour, a scrapbook you made filled with all the photos you’ve captured over your relationship, a box of his favorite candies, and a framed version of the photo of him and george post de-gnoming

🥥 you’re glad everyone likes your gifts right up until fred goes off and mouths that damn ‘i told you so’ yet again

🥥 but when you open one of your presents and see a knitted jumper with your initial on it, you’re finally ready to admit to yourself that maybe christmas isn’t so bad after all

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 !

𝐤𝐞𝐲 ! fred, you, other people

🐚 “who would dare put a mistletoe up at the burrow!?” “i just watched you conjure it, freddie.”

🐚 “fred weasley, if you don’t leave them alone this instant!” “mum, i swear the mistletoe put itself up!” ( no it didnt )

🐚 “new gift idea, let’s snog.”

🐚 “awfully good gifter for someone who hates christmas, love.” “don’t start, freddie.”

🐚 “who helped you with the gifts?” “i knew it couldn’t have been you!”

🐚 “why would you get this picture framed!?” “because it’s funny…duh!”

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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 !

𝐤𝐞𝐲 ! you, fred, other people

🫧 “yeah, yeah, i know…you told me so.”

🫧 “gin, you mind helping me figure out what to get your family for christmas?” “of course! who else were you gonna go to? fred?”

🫧 “you totally cheated, charlie!” “did not!” “did too!” “rematch, same time next year.” “you’re on.”

🫧 “arthur, you must tell me where you get your eggnog from…”

🫧 “apologies if the jumper is a bit loose, dearie! i had to guess the size.” “it’s perfect, molly…thank you.”

🫧 “alright, i guess christmas isn’t that bad…” “i told you sooo.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ! a bit past christmas, but at least its still december, right? i hope you lovelies enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

©clesired - all rights reserved. do not copy, translate or share my work on other media platforms.

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xoxo,

mila! *: ･🐚༄🫧*ੈ✩

[xxblairexxss]

Fluffy child

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x reader

Theme : Fluff

Word count : 2.1k

A/N : Not really sure about this one. Sorry if it’s not up to your expectation, anon!

Requested!

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"Baby, I need to go now!"

"Wait!" You yelled back and picked up your fluffy son in your arms before making your way to your boyfriend, who was all prepared to leave with his small luggage. "Teddy said bye!”

He cackled as you waved the fluffy hand while the cat was looking very unamused as he was forced to wear the shirt. "Where did you get that?”

It was a toddler size Ferrari shirt with the number 16 at the back that you ordered months ago. "From a random website! Isn’t it cute? He liked it!” You squealed and kissed Teddy’s cheek.

"I don’t think he likes it, baby. Look at the face. He’s definitely giving you a side eye.” You laughed at your boyfriend’s horrible attempt to copy the expression. "I need to go now. I love you."

"There you go.” Teddy rolled down on the floor as you crouched to place him down before wrapping your arms around Charles’ neck as he kissed you on the cheek. "I’ll miss you!"

"I’ll miss you more. Teddy, don’t get used to my absence; it’ll only be 4 days."

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"Yeah, definitely. I mean—" Charles’ attentiveness to the conversation snapped when his phone rang. A smile instantly lit up his face when he saw the heart emoji at the end of the contact’s name. He usually got a few pictures of Teddy, your cat, every day, more if he was away. There were more pictures of the cat himself than your pictures in his phone by now.

Scooting the chair a little further away from Lando and Alex, he swiped the answer button and brought the phone to his ear, anticipating your voice. "Hey, baby!"

"Charles, he's gone…"

He frowned, unable to catch the words. Your voice was shaking, and there were a lot of voices where he was currently. "Sorry, baby. I didn’t hear you. What was that?"

"Teddy’s gone…" 

He heard you sniffle and choppy breathing, making his hand itching to hold you in his arms right now.

"Charles, where are you going?” Lando called out after seeing the Ferrari driver stand up abruptly.

"My room." That was all he said as he left the table and made his way to the driver’s room, away from anyone else so he could hear you clearly.

Teddyy was a kitten you found outside a library back when you were a student. He came to the family at an early stage of the relationship. Charles always preferred a dog, but you managed to change his mind, or maybe he was forced to change his mind because wherever you were, Teddy would be by your side. Even in bed. So he never really got to say no to the fluff of cloud. He was very vocal and proud of being a dad as well. In fact, people would always ask him about Teddy more than himself whenever he bumped into the fans. It surely felt like Teddy was slowly taking over the spotlight.

You woke up yesterday morning and headed to the kitchen to do your daily routine, which was to feed your child. There should be a mini-race between you and him about who got to reach the kitchen first, and he would have blasted out his vocal chords to alarm the whole apartment that he required food right there and then, but yesterday was different. He was just lying down on his bed, looking so weak that you had to bring him to the emergency vet. You stayed at the vet for hours up until he got surgery, alone and unable to ring Charles due to the time difference. It was 2 hours after the surgery that the vet told you he passed away due to the stress that the surgery caused. You were told he suffered from a disease that could be infected by a virus that was hard to detect, and it wasn’t your fault, but it definitely felt like it. You haven’t slept; you couldn’t look at his blue-coloured glass bowl without crying, and you needed Charles.

He didn’t say anything throughout the video call, which lasted for at least an hour. You were filling him up with everything that happened with your puffy eyes, messy hair bun with your knitted cardigan, and looking like a divorced housewife who couldn’t move on from their cheater husband.

"I’m all good now. A little sad," You sniffed and wiped the tears with your oversized sweatshirt sleeve that was a little darker in colour from being used as a replacement for a tissue. "but I’m good."

Charles smiled, his heart swelling from seeing the way you tried to play it off just so he wouldn’t have to worry too much. “Are you sure you are okay, angel? I can stay on the phone longer. They don’t need me until 3, at least.” His gaze went to the top left of his phone screen. It was 2:57 PM.

"No, it’s okay." You brought the phone closer and managed a smile after seeing the way he looked at you. "Good luck."

"I love you, precious. I’ll probably arrive by midnight. You don’t have to wait for me, alright?"

You rubbed your eyes, nodding to his question before waving as he ended the call. The brown, printed blanket was back clinging to your body as you turned yourself into a cocoon and scrolled through pictures of Teddy while F1TV was airing on your television with just a few hours to go before the race.

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Everything had to make the loudest sound when he needed to be quiet. The sound of his shoe against the floor, which was usually silent as the grave, had to be the loudest ever at this hour. The sound of something shuffling against the floor made him whip his head as fast as he could towards the hallway, as soon as he closed the door.

"Baby?"

The shuffling sound came faster and louder as he made his way deeper into the dark hallway and stumbled back as you threw yourself against him. Too fast that he didn’t catch a glimpse of your body coming.

“F—you scared me.” He breathed out, and his arm went around your petite frame. He didn’t turn on the light because you often fell asleep on the couch, and he would hate himself for waking you up, but every sound in the dark would be connected to a burglar. He would have thrown a kick if he hadn’t caught the lavender scent from your body wash as you crashed into him earlier. "I thought you were asleep."

"I was waiting for you." 

The thumping sound filled the silence as he let go of the bag he was holding with his other hand as he held you when you started crying in his arms. "Baby…"

It felt like you had drained out every salty liquid you had left because you were dehydrated after soaking Charles’ black shirt with your tears. You were flushed red when he cackled at you as you apologised for the mess.

"You should change out of this." He jerked back as you tugged on the shirt.

"Don’t be silly. Baby, stop trying to strip me. This is an assault."

You tugged on it again. "Go and change! It probably has my snot on it."

"Okay, and?"

"It’s disgusting!" 

"Just tell me if you want to see my body. There’s no need to make up an excuse.” You rolled your eyes and left the kitchen while Charles waited for the linguine noodles to cook.

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"Is it done?”

You looked adorable with the puffy eyes and his hoodie, which seemed to be twice the size of your body, but Charles refused to say it out loud because you would turn down the compliment as if he were making fun of you. "It’s done, but it’s mine.” He had eaten earlier on the plane, but he didn’t have to ask to know you hadn’t eaten anything. He knew you from the back of his hand. He also knew you wouldn’t say no to your favourite food, butter pasta, so even when you told him you weren’t hungry, he still ended up cooking the food just because he wanted you to eat.

"Can I have a bite?” You wished he didn’t hear your stomach grumble.

Your phone was placed on your lap as he feed you a mouthful so as you leaned in, and he caught a glance of a recent picture of you and Teddy on your screen. He hadn’t really gotten to ask why or what happened because it didn’t seem like you were ready for it. All he knew was that you had to bring him to the emergency room because he wasn’t responding well, and that was it. "Baby, what happened?"

"It was my fault.” You sighed, frustrated with yourself, as you pressed the bottom part of your palm against your eyes to stop the tears.

Charles placed his hand on your waist, and you felt him keep stroking his thumb against it while you tried to gather your emotions. "I should have known something was wrong when he didn’t really want to eat his food two days ago, but I thought it was because of the new brand of food that I recently bought. I’m such a bad mom."

He took the plate away before drawing you into his arms. "You were the best owner any cat could ask for, baby. There are some things that are beyond our control. It wasn’t your fault. We even bought him for a monthly checkup. We did everything we could. You weren’t neglecting him just because you couldn’t detect his sickness early. He was looking fine even before I left."

"I miss him so much..." 

"I know, precious. I know." The screen of your phone lights up again from a light touch of your clothes. "How about you show me pictures of him that I haven’t seen?"

"Won’t it be boring?” You wiped your tears with your sleeves again as you went to your photo album and scrolled through thousands of pictures and videos of him throughout the year. "Have you seen this one?"

"Which one?" He pulled you closer as you laid on his chest.

"This one." You chuckled and clicked on the play button. "It was when I bought a new mouse toy for him, and he was so excited that he fell off the bed from chasing it."

He was listening to you attentively until you asked to go to sleep. Truth be told, he hadn’t slept at all, even on the plane on his way back to fight the jet lag. He nearly fell asleep standing while he was waiting for the block of butter to melt against the pan, but it was worth it to joke around, to lighten up the mood, to lend you his shoulder, ears, and shirt to soak your tears with because as he stepped into the house, he knew he had a responsibility as your boyfriend. Sleep could wait; he would be happy to watch the same video of Teddy just from different angles a hundred times if that was what made you smile.

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Charles squinted his eyes as he caught you walking back to the car with a paper bag of fruits on your left hand and something fluffy on your right. The door to the shotgun seat was opened as you got in, and the fluffy thing you were holding meowed.

He had a lot of questions, but he didn’t know where to start. He thought you said you wanted to drop by the supermarket real quick to get some fruits, and he just had to wait in the car. What was supposed to be 20 minutes turned out to be longer than that. He even had to call you to ask why you were taking so long and if you needed his help, to which you said no, and now you brought in a fluffy, moving animal as if it were part of the fruits.

"Baby, what…did you buy?“

"Oh!" You let go of the kitten and took out the small packets of everything inside the paper bag. "I bought strawberries! Blueberries and some bananas. I also got some marshmallows!”

"And what is that?” Charles arched his brow, eyes on the kitten on your lap.

"Which one?" You tilted your head.

“That..?”

“Oh! It’s a kitten!” You beamed.

"Ah, it’s a kitten! I wouldn’t have guessed. Y/N, did you think you could sneak in a kitten in the car and I wouldn’t find out about it?” He was so lost for words that he ended up chuckling.

"I found Boo on the side of the street!” You picked the kitten up and booped on the nose.

"Who is Boo? It has a name already?" 

"Can we take her, please? Please, please! I can’t just leave her on the street. She was hungry too!” You cradled the kitten against your chest and tried not to make any eye contact with your boyfriend so that he would just accept his fate and drive home. “Look at the face! She reminds me of Teddy!”

"Well, she has a name already. Let’s just go home, Boo."

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[the-travelling-witch]

𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓

summary: the plan was to spend a chill movie night at the castle but when was the last time anything went according to plan in the devildom?

pairing: dragon! barbatos x afab reader (gn/no pronouns used)

warnings: nsfw/ minors dni, dragon! barbatos, dom! barbs , aphrodisiac spit (idc if i made it up, deal with it), double penetration, two cocks, monster + tail fucking, breeding kink, oviposition, cream pie, pool sex, marking, a little bit of possessiveness (as a treat)

a/n: this is part of a low-key collab between @majoliish and me (aka we worked off the same setting and then branched off); i will update this with the link to his fic once he posts dia's part ♡

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The golden gates of the Demon Lord’s Castle swung open, revealing the grand hallway leading you inside. Awaiting you was, of course, none other than the royal butler, Barbatos. You couldn’t help the grin spreading on your lips as you skipped up the last steps to meet him, grateful for the warmth radiating against the frigid night air. 

“Good evening,” Barbatos greeted, slightly bowing, despite how often you told him not to. “It is most fortunate you could meet the Young Master and I for our Halloween movie night. As you are aware, the Young Master wished to spend the night before his grand birthday party learning more about human culture, so we appreciate you making the time for us.”

“No need to make it so formal, Barbatos, you know I’ve been looking forward to seeing you guys. You’re always terribly busy after all,” you laughed as he led you inside. The castle was lit entirely with candles tonight, making your shadows flicker as you walked.

“You are no better in that regard, always trying to reign in those brothers. It cannot be easy either.” When you entered what in other houses might be considered the living room, the smell of buttery popcorn, pumpkin spice and baked goods filled your senses.

“Wow, Barbs, speaking of busy, how many hours did you slave away in the kitchen for this?” You breathed in deeply, savouring the delicious aroma. “I can’t wait to ruin all your hard work by eating it. It smells divine.” 

“Oh please, this was nothing. There  would be no better compliment than enjoying yourself.” With practised ease, Barbatos helped you out of your coat, taking in the costume you were pulling at nervously with his malachite eyes studying you. “I must say, you look lovely tonight, as always. Though I’m afraid to say it is not fear my heart is shaking with.” 

“Thanks,” you stammered out, one hand bashfully rubbing your neck. 

You took this opportunity to take in Barbatos’s appearance as well. On first glance, his costume would pass for an ordinary demon form, however, his normally delicate looking horns had been replaced with ones growing backwards, branching out like sleek corals, and his ears had elongated into translucent fins. Different hues of blue and teal draped around him, the silky texture of his clothes shimmering with every motion and reminding you of the ocean.

Patches of scales were visible on his cheeks and collarbones, shimmering different shades of turquoise and aquamarine as he moved. As a nice surprise he had also removed the gloves he’d usually wear, showcasing claws that looked sharp and were probably sharper. Most intriguing of all, however, was the scaled tail swishing under layers of flowy, wave-like fabric. While it resembled his demon form in colour, the texture was completely different and it reached way further than normal.

“Wow, Barbatos, you look amazing,” you said, in awe at his graceful appearance. He was already a fascinating demon under normal circumstances but on this night it was hard to tear your eyes away from him. 

“Your high praise is ever so delightful, I shall remember it.” Again he bowed politely, the gesture smooth and elegant. “The Young Master and I have settled on the theme of dragons, though we both directed our focus on different kinds. As you can see, I have taken on the appearance of an aquatic dragon.”

Speaking of Diavolo, he met up with you shortly after, sporting a red and golden costume that played into his already dragon-like features and made him look even more impressive than usual. But in typical Diavolo fashion he was nothing but sweet as he greeted you, his joyful laughter bouncing off the wall as he gladly shared his excitement with you.

“Oh right, I almost forgot! I brought some snacks too!” You pulled various treats from your bag, some of them procured from the Human Realm with Solomon’s help but also a pack of chocolates Asmo had given you. “I know they don’t compare to Barbatos’s creations but I didn’t want to show up empty handed.”

“No, this is great!” Diavolo grinned, inspecting the candies from your world. “The purpose of this get-together is to learn about your culture after all.”

“Indeed, these provide a most valuable insight.” Quickly transferring them into various bowls, Barbatos set them up on the table in front of the biggest TV you had ever seen, before turning back to the two of you. “Shall we begin our movie night then?”

“Well, that’s what we’re here for tight?” You laughed as you settled on the couch, Diavolo and Barbatos on each side of you. With a flick of his hand, Barbatos dimmed the flicker of the candles to a dim light, creating the kind of spooky atmosphere expected of a Halloween movie night.

It was nice to see some classic films from your world while trying everything laid out in front of you. Obviously Barbatos’s baking tasted even better than it smelled and you could have eaten every last piece of it, but the chocolates you brought were pretty decent as well, your companions agreeing.

All in all, it was just the kind of relaxing night you didn’t get often around here and which you desperately needed.

Half-way through your second film, you’d noticed Barbatos shift rather often, which was unusual for someone as composed as him, to say the least. He’d assured you everything was alright, that it was just the unfamiliar attire that took some getting used to. Still a little sceptical, you turned back to the movie and tried to trust his judgement.

The heat radiating from both sides was getting harder to justify by the two just being demons and your concerns were proven right when Barbatos, of all demons, excused himself and took an awful amount of time just to never come back.

You apologised to the prince as you got up to search for the butler yourself. Something was definitely wrong and if there was someone who was predestined to uncover it, it would be you. The only problem: the castle was huge and Barbatos was more skilled at appearing and disappearing wherever and whenever he liked.

The halls were eerily silent, making your steps echo loudly in your ears despite the plush carpets. Every few metres you looked over your shoulder when the flicker of your own shadow or the branches moving outside the window caught your attention from the corner of your eye. Whenever a particularly strong gust of wind howled and rattled the windows, your steps hastened just a little bit.

When you had already opened just about every door and checked every room you came across, you were about to give up. Clearly, Barbatos didn’t want to be found, so what were the chances that you could?

You pushed open the heavy door to the palace pools, inhaling the distinguishing smell associated with pools and feeling the humidity in the air. The moon was full and high in the sky as it shone its silver light through the round centre of the all-glass window front and the waves broke the light, reflecting a hypnotising pattern onto the walls.

It might have gone unnoticed under the moonlight but a splash in the water alerted you to the presence in the room. There, in the centre of the pool, teal hair floated through the water, the long flowy fabric of Barbatos’s costume moving around him like the iridescent tentacles of a jellyfish.

“Barbatos!” You exclaimed, already at the edge of the pool by the time his name fully left your lips. Of course, his attention was already on you; he never could have missed you entering the room. “There you are! I was so worried, you know. But it’s an odd time to take a dip… not that I’m judging you or anything.”

“I appreciate the sentiment,” the demon chuckled, a low and melodic sound that had your heart melting. “Although I assure you I would not be here if it was not strictly necessary to my predicament.”

“Your predicament?” You questioned, squatting down to be closer to him. “What’s going on? Are you ill or something?”

“Your concern warms my heart, truly,” he smiled. From up close you could see the scales that looked so realistic glistening with the water drops that dripped from his hair. In the moonlight they looked like they were made of precious gemstones and you couldn’t help but think how good he looked like this. Extending a courteous hand to you, his stunning eyes found yours. “Why don’t you join me and I'll show you what I mean? I promise there’s nothing dangerous about it.”

Without hesitating you put your hand in his, fully trusting him. Then you realised how detailed his costume was. You hadn’t noticed earlier but the colour of his teal nails extended onto his fingers as well, right about to the second knuckle, contrasting the translucent webbing spanning between his fingers. 

Then he pulled you into the water and steadied you by the waist when you jumped because of the chill. You could feel his claws digging into your hips through the wet clothes sticking to your skin. But you hardly had time to think about it as you were already drifting through the water, securely held in Barbatos’s grip, who was cutting through the water as if it was nothing. Sure, he always looked effortless but it was as if he didn’t even need to move his legs.

That was when you felt it. Amongst the tingling sensation of his silky attire wafting around your legs, something strong and scaly brushed against your calf. You of course saw the tail earlier but it was just a costume, surely it shouldn’t be this functional… or this long.

“You seem rather speechless, what is the matter?” Spinning you around as you came to a stop, his chest pressed against your back, your hand still in his grasp. His voice was low as his lips rested near your ear, the vibrations of his voice travelling down your spine. “Imagine my surprise when I found out I had turned into the very thing I was masquerading as this entire evening.”

“W-What?” You stuttered, trying to wrap your head around this new piece of information as Barbatos’s lips attached themselves to the skin behind your ear. “You turned into a dragon? How?”

“Because of you, my dear. Or rather, because of those chocolates you brought. An accident perhaps,” he muttered as his mouth travelled down the side of your neck and lavished the juncture where your neck met your shoulder with attention. “Or perhaps you knew full-well of the effects it had and it was a deliberate move on your part? No matter what is the case, are you ready to face the consequences of the situation you have put me in?”

“The consequences?” You airily asked, focusing on keeping your thoughts in line as Barbatos leaned over you and started trailing kisses all over your jaw. The hand that was on your waist all this time had moved to hold the other side of your face, angling your head the way he pleased. This dominant side of Barbatos made you thank the stars that your knees couldn’t buckle as you melted into his hold.

“Looking at you, I’m certain you are already aware,” the demon said, though he still pressed his hips into your backside for emphasis. The feeling of the big bulge straining against his clothes had you stifling a moan by biting your bottom lip. “If I may be so bold to read your reaction, you want this too, do you not? If not, you should voice it now as I can feel my self-restraint slipping.”

There was no denying it, you had been dreaming of having Barbatos like this since you had gotten to know him. Something about the butler had captivated you and your interest had only grown the more time you spent around him. And though you would never admit it, the image of his skilled fingers doing other things than preparing tea had filled your mind on more nights than one. Even if he wasn’t completely himself right now, you would not be idiotic enough to pass up this chance.

“Barbatos, please,” you all but whimpered, trying to grind your hips back against him in the water, your fingers grazing over the fin on his ear as you reached back for him. His groan sounded like music to your ears and you could feel the arousal starting to pool below your navel. 

“What are you pleading for, my dear?” Barbatos whispered, his lips almost brushing yours now as he pulled you even closer to him. “What are you thinking of? Tell me, so I can make it become reality.”

“Please touch me, Barbatos,” you begged, aware how needy you sounded when he hadn’t even done anything yet. “I need you to.”

“As you wish,” he approved before slotting his lips against yours. They were slippery from the water but still pillowy-soft and soon you were humming against them. As if to swallow your noises, Barbatos parted his mouth and you felt a split tongue flick against the seam of your lips.

You easily granted him access, allowing him to tangle his tongue with yours but you had underestimated his transformation, which granted him an inhumanly long appendage to map your mouth out with. Occasionally, your tongue would bump into the tip of one of his fangs and it sent a shiver down your spine. When you parted to allow oxygen back into your lungs, rather than water, it was your shared saliva coating his lips and connecting you both by a string.

“So soft and obedient…” Babatos groaned as he nipped at your shoulder, sharp fangs grazing the skin but not breaking it. Turning you to face him, he encouraged you to wrap your legs around his waist as he moved you through the pool again. “No wonder demons fall for humans’ temptations so easily. You make it incredibly difficult to control myself.”

Shortly thereafter, the edge of the pool dug into your back as your demon started working on freeing your body from your costume. Uncharacteristically enough, instead of meticulously peeling you out of it, the loud sound of ripped fabric could be heard over the rippling water. Whatever was left of your clothes was carelessly tossed somewhere onto the floor, Barbatos too busy licking and sucking all over your collarbones and chest to care.

As you were stripped bare piece by piece for his eyes to drink up, you rolled your head back when his tongue literally wrapped around one of your pebbled nipples, making you gasp. Threading your hand into his teal locks, you gave them a harsh tug when his mouth closed fully around your areola, no doubt leaving a red ring of imprints around it. To keep you steady as your back arched into his touch, you felt pinpricks of his claws digging into your hips, the pain making you moan out in lust. 

Seemingly drawn in by the noise and determined to coax more of them from you, Barbatos connected your lips again in an open mouthed kiss that felt filthier than the first one as he crowded you against the edge of the pool, pressing his hips into your swivelling ones. The more he kissed you the foggier your mind became, slick starting to ruin your underwear which was clinging to your folds. It also loosened your inhibitions, having you moan freely and making you beg without shame as long as he touched you.

“You are truly magnificent,” he whispered as if it was something only deemed fit for your ears to hear. Goosebumps rose in the wake of his wandering fingers, claws grazing your skin as light as feathers, the ghost of his touch spreading across your entire body. “The finest works of art do not compare to you. It’s my deepest pleasure to have you all to myself and leave my mark on your beauty.”

“More, please, more,” you whimpered and Barbatos would be a fool not to give you exactly what you wanted when you were giving yourself to him so freely.

“Such a good human, already begging me so sweetly,” he crooned against your temple, water droplets from his hair landing on your feverish skin. With a quick swipe of his claws, the restricting fabric of your bottoms and underwear fell away and you sighed at the cool sensation of the water enveloping your heat. “Anything for you.”

You felt weightless as Barbatos lifted you out of the water to settle you on the edge, then swam closer to take his rightful place between your legs. Even if you wanted to close them out of embarrassment, you couldn’t, not with his strong, webbed hands keeping you spread wide open for him as his nails dimpled the fat of your thighs. To steady yourself and avoid keeling over, your fingers found their way back into his hair, this time grabbing hold of the base of his horn.

The tips of his tongue flicked around the inside of your thighs, gradually wandering closer to where you wanted him most but in your opinion he was needlessly drawing it out. By now, your muscles were twitching in need at his sweet torture and your fingers tightened around his horn. In return, a sharp nip into the inside of your thigh jerked your hips and heat shot through your veins.

“Patience, my dear,” he reprimanded, eyes sharp as he looked up at you. You could see his tail flick behind him, the fin and tapered tip breaking the surface of the water every now and then. “I need to prepare you well for what’s to come or you’ll struggle to take all of me.”

In response, you clenched around nothing, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the dragon in front of you. His eyes attentively tracked the way your slick gathered on his fingers as he carefully ran a digit through your slit, careful not to nick you with his claws. Your entire being seized up when he put pressure on your neglected clit which only started pulsing more intensely under his treatment.

The tongue you had grown to love slipped past his lips and lapped your arousal from his own digits making him sigh. “You already smelled delicious but you taste so much more exquisite. I have to get a proper taste if you offer something so sweet to me.”

Just from watching him, an embarrassing amount of slick had started to soil the tiles you were sitting on and you couldn’t remember ever being this worked up before. So it felt like heaven when Barbatos’s tongue finally came into contact with the sensitive skin around your core. For a moment you thought he’d tease you further but he decided to be merciful and drag the appendage through the length of your slit, the tip pressing down on your clit after the delightful reaction you had shown him earlier.

If you thought the butler was already skilled with his fingers you had severely underestimated his oral capabilities. When he’d drenched your core in his spit to his satisfaction, your folds even more susceptible to his every touch now, he wasted no more time diving into your heat.

“Barbatos!” Your gasp of his name echoed around the otherwise empty pool area and you gripped the tiled edge for dear life. The length of his flexible tongue allowed him to easily map out your body and find every last sensitive spot of your velvety walls. “So good! Don’t stop, please!”

Spurred on by your praise, one hand reached up to circle your clit, the movement fast and precise and you simultaneously pushed your hips forward and his head closer to you. Peering down through your lashes with half-lidded eyes, you saw that his striking eyes were already on your face and the sight of him between your legs, his clothing fanned out around him and his scales shimmering under the surface, was almost enough to push you over the edge.

By now, your entire being was so sensitive, the faintest of movements had you twitching and clamping down on his tongue. You didn’t know what was up with you and you didn’t think about it further, the only thought in your head being how much you wanted to cum. 

“You’re almost there aren’t you?” He gently coaxed and was satisfied by the melody of your broken moans mixed with syllables of his name dripping from your lips like the sweetest of nectars. Barely parting from you to speak, his hot breath fanned your lower lips as the pads of his fingers continued the assault on your clit. “Be a good human and show me how well you can cream all over my tongue. I know you want to, so go ahead and give me all of you.”

As if your body had only waited for his approval, you did as you were told and came with a high-pitched moan of his name. Without realising it, you were white-knuckling both the tiles and Barbatos’s hair as pleasure coursed through your veins and pulled you under the waves of ecstasy. Said demon didn’t seem to mind though, instead just diligently keeping up the sinful caress of his fingers until you were trembling in overstimulation like a leaf on a lake. 

When you pushed him away from you, his hands settled on the curve of your hips and gently lifted you back into the water with him, carrying your entire weight as you rested against his chest, relaxing into the hypnotic sensation of his hands wandering all over you and massaging your tired thighs.

“As much as I’d love to let you rest, I’m afraid we are far from done,” he whispered, lovingly kissing the crown of your head, actions betraying his words. The hands that had lovingly taken care of you, wandered to your butt and kneaded the flesh there, all the while grinding his hard erection against you. “This was just the beginning of the pleasure I can show you, after all.”

Finally discarding his clothing as well, he revealed his flawless skin which shined like silver in the moonlight. You slung your arms around his neck as Barbatos curled his heavy tail around your middle, keeping you flush against him so he could grind his hard cock against your soaked folds and coat himself in your release. And suddenly you understood why his bulge had felt so big against you earlier.

Instead of one, two heads kept bumping into your clit.

“Barbatos, I don’t think I can–”

Before you could finish your sentence, your doubts were silenced by his lips on yours and slowly the fear of pain was replaced by the anticipation of a delicious stretch and the feeling of being fuller than you’ve ever felt. 

“Don’t worry, my love,” Barbatos spoke through the mist clouding your brain as he hiked you higher on his waist and wrapped your legs around him, “I won’t hurt you. I’ll make sure you’ll take all of me and that you’ll beg for it.”

You squeezed his hips between your thighs as you sighed into the crook of his neck. “Who knew that you had such a dirty mouth on you under that prim and proper façade?” 

“It is hardly a façade, merely the proper etiquette expected of me by my position.” The end of his sentence already trailed off into a groan as the mushroom head of his bottom cock breached the tight ring of muscles with ease, the stretch facilitated by how worked up you were. Though, the foreign oversensitivity you were experiencing on this night had you clenching hard around him and enveloping every prominent vein. “Under these circumstances, however, it is natural I’ve been released from my royal duties. So right now I’m just the demon Barbatos.”

“You’re always you to me,” you whimpered through the pressure building in your abdomen. “Never just a position, always yourself.”

“No, if I were myself around you,” he bottomed out slowly as you panted against his collarbones while trying to get used to his girth, “I would have given into my urges and made you mine already; would have had you writhing underneath me far earlier than it would be appropriate.”

At his confession, fiery passion blazed through your nerves as you remembered how often you had fantasised about him on quiet nights. To find out he felt the same way made you crave him more, your hand clawing at his shoulder as you did your best to swivel your hips even if all your muscles seemingly turned to jelly with him filling you so deliciously. 

“And I would have let you,” your own admittance was quiet against the heartbeat pulsing in your ears but Barbatos heard you clearly. The sound he let out was the most animalistic yet, barely human anymore and it shot straight between your legs. “Move and– And you can have me any way you want now…”

“All this time spent in the Devildom and you still don’t know when you’re getting yourself in trouble,” Barbatos’s jaw clenched as he slowly pulled out of you, making you feel every vein and ridge against your walls, until only his tip remained inside of you. Then, without warning, he thrust as deep as he could, pulling you back down simultaneously. “You need to watch what you’re saying to a demon such as myself.”

The slow pace he set at the beginning was quickly abandoned in favour of pounding into you, almost using you like a toy with how easily he moved you up and down on him to meet his thrusts. Nevertheless, he never lost his ability to hit your most pleasurable spots dead on, not that he could really miss them with his girth. 

Vaguely, you registered his tail winding around you but you didn’t realise his intentions until something scaly was catching some of your arousal before poking your other hole, making you gasp out his name. Then, his mouth was on yours again and it became harder to hold on to lucidity the more you swallowed around his tongue, your speech becoming even more incoherently slurred as pure lust swirled in your belly.

“It’ll be alright, you can take it. You just need to relax for me,” Barbatos whispered. At this point you didn’t think you had control over your body anymore, instead having your strings pulled by the demon whose arms you were held in. His tail wriggled in further and further, through the thrusts that hadn’t ceased alone, and the pressure against your walls from both sides wound the knot in your stomach impossibly tighter. “There we go, you’re taking it so well. Almost as if you were made for me.”

Somewhere in your mind, you agreed. With the way he was moulding your insides to the shape of his dick you were positive he was currently ruining you for any other man. As your head rolled to the side, you barred the expanse of your neck to him and Barbatos gladly took the invitation to leave more evidence of this night behind, every kiss and lick searing hot against your already feaverish skin.

Just when you thought the pleasure would finally drive you to insanity, Barbatos angled his hips in a particular way and struck gold by having his second dick apply pressure on your clit, immediately drowning you in another orgasm that left you gasping for air. The day after, there’d be vicious red marks decorating his back but neither of you cared right now as you spasmed in his arms, your muscles no longer listening to you. 

Vision hazy, you barely registered the texture of the tiles underneath your torso until your cheek squished against them. Your legs were still submerged as Barbatos repositioned himself behind you. Spreading your ass with his webbed hands, he watched as your glistening holes twitched against the newfound emptiness before he gave you what you were missing.

“I can’t believe you’re still so tight,” he groaned, cursing under his breath as he lined up both of his cocks and bottomed out until his balls slapped against your clit in one smooth trust. The upper one of his dicks wasn’t quite as girthy but still filled you up deliciously until you couldn’t anymore if the stars you were seeing were the real ones behind the window. 

“You look so beautiful, all splayed out for me. And I’m certain you’ll look even more enchanting carrying my clutch,” Barbatos panted, the strain from fucking your brain out finally getting to him as well. “Such a waste that they won’t take like this. You would’ve liked that, wouldn’t you? To carry my eggs around? Oh dear, I can feel you clamping down on me… We’ll leave that for next time, I suppose.”

Only half of what he was saying was registering in your mind but the low, rich timbre of his voice had your own moans rising in cadence and pitch, creating the most sinful symphony. The rhythm of his hips, however, started to falter as the pulsing of your warm walls coaxed him to the peak as well.

Your breasts rubbed against the cold tiles with every thrust, the difference in texture and temperature adding to the stimulation. Despite not being able to see it, you could hear the splash of his tail behind him followed by stray water drops landing on your back. Snaking his hand between your legs, you guessed he truly tried to drive you mad with pleasure as he leaned over you with stuttering hips.

“Barbatos–,” you downright sobbed in warning, “I’m so close.”

“I’m almost there too, just keep sucking me in like this… That’s a good darling,” he groaned out before his fangs sunk into your shoulder.

If you thought you felt full before, you weren’t prepared for the sensation of the first egg being pushed inside of you. You could feel the bottom shaft swell with the oval shape as your muscles stretched further to accommodate for the size. It reminded you of the first time his tip had spread you open, only ten times as intense.

Just when the first one slipped through your tight opening, you came. Hard. And it wouldn’t stop, prolonged by several more of his eggs nestling inside of you. At the same time, your other hole was stuffed to the brim with hot strings of white, leaving you to feel completely stuffed. 

By the time Barbatos pulled out of you, you were still left gasping for air, dripping cum and slick and trembling against the edge of the pool. After admiring the sight in front of him for a little longer, he gently pulled you back against him, letting himself drift backwards in the water. With your back resting against his chest, it was easy for Barbatos to knead the knots out of your sore thighs, hands wandering to stroke over your belly every now and then. Lovingly, he kissed the top of your head as you clung to lucidity, his tail curling around the length of one of your legs. 

“You did so well for me,” he reassured you, stroking along your arms. “And do not fret about the eggs. Since they won’t take like this, they’ll just come back out. Of course, I’ll be there to help you through it. Though I was quite right, you look positively enthralling carrying my clutch.”

“Well, getting to this point felt amazing as well, though I doubt I’ll be moving a single muscle tomorrow,” you admitted, making a chuckle rumble in his chest. Sighing as you shifted in his hold you added, “Guess I’m not so upset I accidentally fed you some magic chocolate if it gave you two dicks. I’ll still get Asmo for it though.”

“Please do.” You could hear the smile in his voice as his fingers traced your body. “Though I must correct you: It was not the transformation that gave me this anatomy.”

“Wait, you always–”, you gulped.

“Naturally. However else could I have promised you to breed you properly in the future?” The teasing tone hiding behind his polite demeanour and closed-eyed- smile did not go unnoticed by you. “That is, of course, if you are willing to help me understand the human body even better.”

“I- I guess I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” you answered bashfully.

“Splendid. Now then, given the nature of the candies I suppose the effect should wear off when Halloween night ends,” Barbatos cleared your next question before you even posed it. “Judging by how high the moon still stands, it appears we still have plenty of time.

“Perhaps we should test your stamina next while we see how many clutches you can carry?”

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hiiiiii!!! thank u for ALL the freaking love on my posts/dm's i have recieved!! dont be afraid to leave a request in my inbox if u guys have any ideas for things u want to see me write (im currently writing a smut request... ask away!!) for this fic i wanted to delve in deeper with more "darker" themes of past s@ and other stuff :'( ive gone thru this myself and i just wanted to write it out!! also this is basically about brian doesnt want u to leave him because youre returning for a new sem in college/uni and hes gonna miss u. i hope u guys this like this one + ask me if u guys want a SERIES of this one.. i have so many ideas. LOVE YALL!! ps. i will be writing HOPEFULLY every single day from now on :0)

also i was inspired to write this based off of "smoke signals" by the beautiful and charming phoebe bridgers. song is about reconnecting with the broken parts of yourself and confronting the truths that hadn't been said before... YES!

also idek if brian smokes.. i know he smokes w33d sometimes but idk about cigarettes? hopefully that didn't ruin the story sorry :'(

smoke signals ꔫ brian q.

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the evening had been a whirlwind of laughter, warmth, and drunk friends that lingered long after they bid their goodbyes to me and brian. brian had this way of making you feel like you were the only person in the room. tonight had surely been no different. after a cozy dinner and hours of effortless conversations. his laughter echoed in your mind like a favourite song you just couldn't forget, but it wasn't the laughter you awoke to hours later. it was complete and utter silence. 

the bed was empty next to you, the indent of his body still carved into the soft mattress. the faint scent of his smell— earthy and familiar—lingered into the sheets. you sat up slowly, the blanket pooling around your waist, you scanned the room. it sure was quiet, safe from the muted hum of the city below. then, you saw it: a faint glow from the balcony door, the flicker of a lighter’s flame sparkling against the night. 

you pulled on his hoodie from the chair by the bed—it smelled like him, a little worn—and stepped out onto the balcony, barefoot and all. 

brian stood with his back to you, the city skyline stretching out before him like a sea of fractured stars. the cigarette between his two calloused fingers burned lazily, the smoke curling up and flowing into the night’s air. he was still, almost too still, his shoulders tense beneath his band t-shirt. for a moment, you hesitated, not wanting to intrude. 

“i can feel your eyes on me, hon,” brian said, his voice low and gruff, cutting through the silence. 

you froze for a second, but then a smile crept onto your lips. “you can feel my eyes on you?,” you stepped closer to his side.

he turned his head just slightly, enough for you to catch the edge of his smirk, “you've got a stare that's pretty hard to miss.”

you leaned against the railing beside him, letting your arms brush his, the sudden contact seemed to soften him up. he glanced up and down at you, smiling softly, and then at the cigarette between his fingers before taking a slow drag, ember glowing briefly in the dark. 

“couldn't sleep?,” you asked, breaking the silence once again.

he exhaled, the smoke curling past his lips. “didn’t see the point of it,” he chuckled. “you?”, he nudged your shoulder.

you shrugged, pulling his hoodie tighter around yourself. “woke up and you weren't there. thought you’d been abducted by aliens or something.”

that earned a quiet laugh from him, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. he tilted his head back, staring at the night sky—or what could've been beyond the city lights. “nah, if the aliens wanted me, they’d have come for me a loooong time ago.”

he wasn't a man who wasted his words.

“brian,” you started gently, the breeze carrying your hair softly, “what's going on?”

he didn't answer right away. instead, he just stared out at the city, the glow of the streetlights casting colourful shadows across his face. he finally spoke, voice low, almost like a whisper. 

“you're leaving tomorrow.”

you swallowed, the weight of his words setting over you. “you know i have to, bri,” you said softly.

his rough hands gripped the railing, knuckles clenching. “do you remember what you told me when i left for college? seems like it was ages ago.”

the question caught you off guard, but it didn't take long to search through your brain to find the answer. you remembered every word, every tear-stain on your pillow, every goodbye. 

“i told you that i couldn't stand being away from you when you're gonna be in a whole other state while i'm here finishing highschool,” you said quietly.

brian nodded, “you said it wasn't fair to either of us. that we needed to live our own lives.” he paused, put the cigarette out, squishing it. “but i didn't know what you were really going through.”

you flinched at the memory of those days, flooding back like a tidal wave. the nights you cried yourself to sleep. the mornings you woke up feeling like a shell of yourself; pearl taken away from you by some other man. the way you couldn't bring yourself to tell him about the assault—how could you? how would that conversation even go? he was already carrying the weight of his own future and you’d been drowning in yours. 

“i didn't want to hold you back,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

he turned to look at you then, his eyes searching for something. “you didn't hold me back,” he said, his voice cracking a little. “i didn't understand why you left back then. i just…i thought i wasn't enough for you to fight for.”

the words hit you like a good punch in the gut, and for a moment, you couldn't breathe. “brian, it was never like that. it wasn't that,” you said, voice trembling. “i was—” you stopped, choking over your own words. “i didn't leave because i didn't love you. i left because i didn't know how to handle what happened to me. i couldn't handle us while trying to put myself back together.”

the weight of your confession hung in the air, words you didn't even really realize within yourself just popped out. for a moment, he didn't say anything. he just stared at you, face softening as the anxiety drained away from his features. 

like he had tears in his eyes. 

“i know that now,” he said finally, voice getting quieter. “i know why you did what you did but that doesn't mean that it didn't hurt like hell.”

“i didn't want to hurt you,” you whispered. “i thought i was doing the right thing. you had a whole future in front of you, and i didnt want to drag you down with my… mess.”

he reached out, hand brushing yours. “you weren't ever a mess to me. you're never going to lose me.”

“but what if i do?” you whispered, question trembling in the space between the two of you.

“when you left last time,” his voice low and unsteady, “it felt like…like someone had ripped out the ground beneath me. and i told myself that i’d never let anyone have that kind of power over me. that i’d never fall in love again.”

you bit your lip, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. 

“but then you came back into my life,” he continued, voice softening. “and all that—everything i’d tried so fucking hard to bury—it came rushing back like it had never left me, even for a second. and i let it back in. for you. us.”

you reached for his hand, threading your fingers through his. his rip was firm, grounding, like he was holding on for the both of you.

“It's ironic, isn't it?” he said, the corner of his mouth turning into a smirk. “you're the one that's going to college and leaving this time.”

“i don't want to go.” you chuckle as tears spilled over now, hot and out of your control. you hugged him tightly, putting your face into the crook of his neck. 

“then stay,” he said, cradling your face in between his hands, kissing your cheeks sweet and slowly. 

“i can't,” you said, wiping your tears. “you know i can't. but that doesnt mean im letting you go. not this time.”

he lets out a shaky breath and you feel it on your skin. “feels like you're slippin’ through my fingers all over again, doll.”

you turned to him, hand reaching to touch his face, your thumb brushing against the scruff of his jaw. “i'm not,” you said, words steady even though your heart ached. “i'm not going to let us fall apart. you have to believe me, bri.”

he leaned into your touch, pressing a kiss to your hand. “you swear?” he asked, barely above a whisper. “i swear,” you said, “i love you too much to lose you again.”

he pulled you tightly into his arms, holding you like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go. “i love you so much…too much baby,” he murmured into your hair. 

“let's get back to bed, hmm?” you say as you pull back, leading him back in. 

“you sure we’ll actually sleep?”

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would u guys want me to make a pt 2 of this or a series of this fic with them of them going to the airport perhaps and dropping reader off.... maybe... college!gf and firefighter!brian .... im dropping my fantasies onto you guys SOUNDS FUN!!!

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Love Drunk

Poly+ ACOTAR Week 2024 - Day 3 (Secrets)

Cazriel x Healer Reader

Summary: Feelings are growing between Azriel, Y/N and Cassian. The only people who can’t see it are them.

Pairing Masterlist

A/N: This part is dedicated to @daycourtofficial because of our shared love for aphrodisiacs ❤️ I think this fic takes the cake for being my most unhinged.

Wordcount: 1.7K

Warnings: aphrodisiacs; sexual themes; very angsty; everyone is so clueless.

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After her rescue, Y/N quickly became a vital part of the Inner Circle and she had grown quite fond of her new friends. Especially Cassian and Azriel.

Both males were equally as smitten with Y/N, often bickering about who would get to carry her while flying and racing to sit beside her at family dinners. They only stopped injuring themselves after Rhys gave them some stern words. 

These affections had not gone unnoticed by the rest of the group. Everyone had clued into the growing feelings between Azriel, Y/N, and Cassian. Everyone except them of course. 

Though the males fought over her, they were both content enough with their friendship and didn’t want to ruin that. 

While Y/N enjoyed the flirtations and the distraction this offered, she didn’t allow herself time to dwell on her feelings. Instead, she opted to keep as busy as possible, in an attempt to fill the empty hole inside her. 

She could mend a broken bone in her sleep, but a broken soul… That was something she hadn’t quite figured out for herself. 

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Months had passed, and everyone was getting increasingly frustrated with their friends. No amount of pep talks was making a difference. No one would make that first move.

So, the Inner Circle was bracing themselves for another evening of watching Azriel, Y/N and Cassian tiptoeing around the obvious. It was another typical family dinner since Y/N’s arrival, except it wasn’t.

“They look delicious, Elain,” Y/N gushes, slightly tipsy from the faewine. “Oh look! Mine is yellow. How did you know my favourite colour?” Y/N grabs the plate as Elain passes it to her and takes a bite. “Gods, you’re an incredible baker, Elain.”

Both Cassian and Azriel nod, agreeing with Y/N as they tuck into their cakes. 

Slowly, their expressions start to soften and their eyes start to glaze over. 

Y/N hiccups and starts to giggle uncontrollably.

“What’s so funny?” Elain asks.

Y/N pauses, considering. “I’m not sure,” she says before bursting into another fit of giggles. 

She doubles over, clutching her stomach. “I think— we’ve— been drugged,” she says breathily, trying and failing to regain control. 

Azriel and Cassian’s eyes meet and they too burst out laughing.

Wiping tears from her eyes, Y/N leans back, rolling off the lounge and onto the floor  

Running a hand through his hair, “Cauldron spare me, you guys go, I’ll look after them for now,” Rhys sighs.

Mor pats Rhys on the back. “Are you sure you don’t want backup?” she asks. 

Rhys waves a hand dismissively. “I’ll be fine.”

The rest of the Inner Circle leave swiftly. Rhys pours another glass of wine and takes a seat at the dining table, preparing himself for a long night of babysitting his friends.

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Reader

Bliss. 

That’s what you felt. 

Every cell in your body feels so light. Like you’re made of air, floating through space. 

It’s so peaceful. 

Your vision is slightly blurred, like a fog has settled in the room, curling around you. And yet, despite the haze - your head feels clear. 

You know what you want. 

You look at the two males before you. Gods. How did they get more beautiful? Your eyes flit between them, soaking in every detail. 

You lean forwards, to where they are sprawled on the floor in front of the lounge, empty glasses discarded beside them. 

You reach your hand out, meeting the force pulling you towards them, feeling the deep urge to— touch. 

Your fingers gently graze Cassian’s cheek. He turns to look at you, hazel eyes drinking in your entire being. 

“So beautiful,” you whisper, unable to hold the words back. You turn to Azriel, “Isn’t he?”

Azriel just nods, all words lost to him as he takes in your face. His expression is hungry. As if he could devour you whole. 

You inhale, and their scent hits you. 

Pure, unadulterated lust.

You exhale slowly as desire grows between your thighs. You know they can smell it on you, too. 

The Illyrians look at each other, predatory smirks on both their faces. They turn back to you, moving as one. Cassian licks his lips and Azriel moves forward, placing a hand on your knee.

The heat from his palm radiates up your leg and your core throbs. Your heart pounds in your ears, your breath quickens and you start to give in to the raw need swelling inside you. 

Your eyes go straight between Azriel’s legs, and the growing bulge. Your mouth goes dry and you let out an involuntary squeak as he trails his hand further up your thigh. Inching closer to your sex. 

Cassian leans forward, his breath hot against your ear. “You smell divine, I wonder if you taste just as good,” he whispers, his hands too light as they tease along your body.

You inhale sharply, heat rushing to your cheeks. You glance down to his crotch, where his hard length strains against his leathers.

“Our sweet girl,” Azriel purrs, “You always take such good care of us. Can we return the favour?”

You let out a soft mewl, shocked by their forwardness tonight, though every part of you yearns for them both. 

“I want you so bad,” Cassian murmurs, “Only if you want it too, angel.”

You resign control of your body over to your lust, the growing ache between your legs becoming too much to bear. 

You nod at the males before you. “Yes, please,” you beg. “I can’t take it any longer.” You stroke Azriel’s cheek and you reach for Cassian’s thigh. They both move closer until their lips make contact with your neck. They leave a trail of passionate kisses down each side. Your head rolls back as you’re overwhelmed by pure desire. 

You feel strong arms beneath you, lifting you off the floor. “Let’s go somewhere more private,” Azriel whispers. You nod, biting your lip and he carries you to his bedroom, with Cassian following close behind. 

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You can’t recall the last time you slept that well. 

The bed is soft and warm and you’re surrounded by a red glow. The dream you were having slipped away, but left you with the feeling of safety and love. 

As you regain awareness, you realise someone is holding you. Not just one male, but two. And that red glow… That’s the sun is filtering through wings. Illyrian wings. 

They look so beautiful up close. The wings.

The membrane shines in the morning light. With each vein illuminated you can see the intricate paths across the surface, like the many branches that make up a forest.

You reach your hand up to touch one but pause before making contact, recalling what Cassian told you about them being sensitive. 

Cassian lifts his head and looks at you with a sleepy smile. “Good morning,” he says groggily, “What happened?”

From your other side, Azriel stirs slightly in his sleep. You feel his arm tighten around you before retracting completely. He jolts back in the bed as he looks over your bare form. 

You try your best to hide your wince at his movements. You clear your throat before answering Cassian’s question. “I believe we were drugged with a love potion last night, a rather strong one.” 

 “Am I that ugly you need to be under the influence to share my bed?” Cassian teases you.

“Actually… That’s the thing,” you say with a nervous laugh. “Love potions only intensify feelings that already exist.”

“Oh,” Cassian says.

You lay in silence for a few minutes, until Azriel dares to break it. 

“So,” he starts, his voice taking on a nervous edge, “You have feelings for both of us?”

You look at Azriel, and then at Cassian before covering your face with your hands. You groan into your palms, utterly mortified by your predicament. 

Not only did you share a bed with them both, but they were now aware of your feelings - thanks to your big mouth.  

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to put you both in this position.” 

Cassian laughs nervously, “It’s not like it’s the first time we...” he trails off and both males shift awkwardly beside you, unsure what to say. 

You start to fidget with your hands as the anxiety builds and you’re unable to look them in the eye, to see whatever is it they are feeling. “Um, well, I’ve got things to do this morning, I’d better get up,” you say quietly.

Azriel slides out of the bed to let you up without a word. You grab your clothes that were strewn across the room, throwing your dress over your head. 

The tension in the room is palpable, and you wish your friends would say something. Anything to reassure you. 

You pause in the doorway, unsure if you should speak your mind. 

You turn your head towards the two silent males. “I’m really sorry,” you whisper, rushing out of the bedroom.

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In the privacy of your room, you allow your tears to fall. Your chest heaves as the sobs wrack your body. 

How did I mess this up so badly? I can never look at them again… I’ll have to move courts.

You let yourself cry for a few moments before willing your body to be calm, pushing all your emotions down inside you to get on with your day.

You feel absolutely mortified that your friends now know what’s in your heart. 

The one thing you don’t consider is that both Azriel and Cassian feel the same way. 

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Rhysand

Rhys swaggers into the kitchen where his family are seated having breakfast. He walks straight to Feyre, giving her a kiss on the cheek and ruffling Nyx’s hair, who is sitting in her lap. 

“Good morning, it seems our little potion worked some magic,” he smirks. 

“How mad do you think they’ll be once they find out?” Elain asks.

“Oh they’ll be thanking us,” Mor says, “Illyrians can be such dumb brutes, they never would’ve gone for Y/N without the push.”

 “Ouch, thanks Mor,” Rhys winks.

“You,” she says pointing at Rhys, “are the dumbest brute of them all!” He responds by sticking his tongue out as Feyre and Elain chuckle.

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Costume Meta 7x01

Aaaaaaannnnd we're back!!

OMG I cannot tell you how good it feels to be back writing costume meta - I have missed it so very much and this first episode has given me lots and lots to talk about so lets crack on with it shall we!

Where to start?! Firstly - Its amazing to have Alayna Bell-Price back in the driving seat and she is a genius because she knows the characters better than anyone and I have to say from my perspective there is a pretty clear difference between this episodes costumes and the ones from season 6 - not that s6's costumes were bad, just that you could see the shift of having a designer who didn't know the characters to the same level. I’m going to go in order of character appearance in a non uniform capacity for this one I think so we’re going to jump around from character to character a bit. There is no Maddie or Hen this week, as we don't see them out of uniform, but every one else is accounted for and I've included Norman and Lola as they've got a multi episode arc and their costumes are interesting and playing into a colour theme!

putting it below the cut as its a long post and I on't want to overtake everyones dashes! Enjoy!

We start off with Athena in this pale pink high neck ribbed sweater with large bell sleeves. I've spoken a fair amount about pale pink over the last couple of seasons of costume metas and how, in clothes its representative of childish and immature behaviours or thoughts. That holds true here - the pale pink is playing into Athena's childhood - when she developed her fear of cruise ships - its creating a connection between her childhood experiences and the woman sitting in Franks office.

We get a flashback that shows her in yellow and orange - the yellow for communication and the orange for transformation. A literal moment where we see Athena transform from the innocence of youth to her developing anxiety and fear around cruise ships. Its really clever visual storytelling connecting adult with child and shows us her fear is genuine and founded in something that she may not have been able to articualte fully as a child, but she can as an adult, even if she doesn't actually articulate it to Bobby.

Our next non uniform costume is Chimney. The lighting is really low in this scene, so it's kind of hard to be 100% sure of the colouring, but he seems to be wearing either a dark navy or black button up shirt under a dark green and black bomber jacket. The use of really dark green in combination with black, Back is a colour that can be about hiding ones vulnerabilities - concealment and masking, but it is also a colour associated with magic (generally dark magic) as well as pessimism. The green is growth and renewal, and the hope for a better future. to use them in combination i this way is playing on Chimneys insecurites and fears, his desire to keep the 'magic' alive in his relationship with Maddie, but it also speaks to his growth, that he goes home and talks to her about it (even if he does come up with an insane plan to 'date forever').

Eddie in the locker room - aside from being shirtless for much of it and pulling some epically good faces - was a super interesting costume choice. Especially the use of his watch! first though - Denim shirt time! We don't actually see Eddie in a denim shirt all that often and we've seen him in the super washed out one far more than dark denim shirts. I've been laughing a little bit at a few people (on twitter mostly) claiming its the same shirt he was wearing at the hospital during and after Bucks coma and it being a play on bringing Buck back to life. While I like the theory, its actually a very different shirt - the one in the hospital was black with a grey wash out and was made of velveteen - so different colour and fabric.

This shirt, is however one we have actually seen Eddie wear before and its far more telling than if it were the hospital shirt. You need to bear in mind that this scene is about Buck and Eddies respective girlfriends (or lack there of) and the fact that Christopher has a girlfriend now as well. This shirt is the same shirt Edie was wearing when he (re)introduced Ana to Chris in 4x08 (breaking point my beloved! the gift that keeps on giving!) and this puts a conversation about Marisol and things going well with her into the same category as Ana - suggesting she is ultimately destined for the same fate as Ana. the other thing that plays into this narrative is the use of the watch.

Eddie does not put the Christopher watch on until after he has found out that Buck has broken up with Natalia - so during the entire conversation about their respective girlfriends, he is only holding the Christopher watch, rather than wearing it.

In the picture below from 4x08 you can see that Eddie is wearing his black 'work' watch rather than the brown strapped 'Christopher' watch. Remember that the first time we see the Christopher watch is when he goes for his first date with Ana in Jinx, so he already has this watch and in theory should be wearing it in this scene. The fact he isn't is pretty telling and I'll go into that a bit more later when we get to Chris's (and Eddies) date scene.

Then we have Buck in his outfit of many colours! The white trainers, continue to play into my theory of Buck wearing them when he is in key points on his journey to discover his self - her it is about showing his growth - that he ended the relationship with Natalia - this is a massive thing when we saw how long it took for him to end things with Taylor - The man who clings is growing and getting out before it drags him down!

The jacket is similar in style to many of the ones we've seen him wearing in season 5 and 6, but this one is much brighter and more colourful. I know I go on about white meaning bad things for Buck, but that isn't relevant here - the white bad things happen to Buck theory is much more about t-shirts, jumpers and shirts rather than jackets - its an under-layer rather than a top layer that = danger. So i'm not thinking of its relevance here for this scene. What I am going to say is that this (according to my spreadsheet!) is the first time we've seen Buck in a white jacket of any description. To me, it's playing into the idea of purity and rebirth which is what white is often associated with. This plays into the comment Eddie makes welcoming Buck back to 'the land of the living' but also implies that Buck is starting a new chapter and making a fresh start - the check patterning suggests it might not all be plain sailing though.

The check pattern is an interesting one, obviously check pattern theory comes into play here, but whether its only in relation to the reveal that he split with Natalia, or if its also foreshadowing Buck getting himself into danger/trouble down the line, remains to be seen.

I'm going to quote myself again because I did predict that this scene may be about his relationship with Natalia when we got the stills dropped - the costume department never let us down!

The only thing I can do is scream into the void about check theory because check does't bode well for people - they always end up in the middle of the drama (see my check theory posts linked on my pinned post for more) and while they come out the other side (99% of the time) Buck in check for that scene in 6x18 pretty much doomed his relationship with Natalia (its specific to her and not C&K's baby as Buck wasn't wearing it when he delivered it!) and as that shirt in the still is very un Buck like, has not only yellow ochre in it, but also its a white base (and we all know buck in white is a bad sign!!) and its check patterned - my theory is that this scene is connected to Natalia in some way - either Buck is not being true to him self in more than one way - that things are going to/have come to a head for their relationship (my kingdom for a reverse of Buck to Eddie about Ana in 5x03!!!) and lead to a pretty big change in some way (fingers crossed for Buck to end it and then finally break down and deal with his trauma!!!) Some other things about that shirt - the colour combination - the green blue and yellow ochre are giving me call backs to coma Buck (another reason I think it might be connected to Bucks unresolved trauma around his death and Eddies absense in his dream)

In the quote above, I was also referring to the blue and white check pattern shirt he was wearing when he and Natalia got together, but there was also the fact that in the balcony scene at the end of 6x18, we also saw her in one of Bucks white shirts. I wrote in my 6x18 meta about how those two things combined didn't bode well for that relationship going forward, and thats what leaves me unsure about the check pattern on this white jacket being purely about something that has already happened. If I put my Buddie goggles on, I would perhaps suggest that the troubled times ahead may be more connected to Buck and Eddies relationship, and this would fit in with a couple of the things Oliver and Ryan have said. The thing with check theory though, is that generally speaking if it's on one of the mains, they come out the other side of the dram/trauma stronger than before. So if it is connected to Buck and Eddies relationship, then we can expect it to be in an even stronger position on the other side of whatever goes down (and at this point you can't strengthen their relationship any further and keep them as just friends imo!)

Chimneys forever dating proposal to Maddie, connects with his outfit when he's talking to Hen - it's the same jeans and black shirt, so the meanings of black, can be continued on into this scene - the idea of magic and hiding his vulnerabilities. The addition of the jacket with this brickwork pattern in its weave is a fun choice, it's playing into the idea of building something, but also plays into the idea that Chimney has his walls up - again fitting in with the black meaning of hiding his vulnerabilities - because instead of expressing his fears to Maddie ad then them talking it thorough, he comes up with his insane forever dating concept. the fact that much of this scene is a contrasting parallel with the scene from season 1 when he is pretending to be someone else entirely for Tatiana all ties in perfectly with this costume. The fact that he reverts to wearing blue (ran out of picture spaces so I couldn't include one) later on - when he's realised his plan isn't realistic, talks to Maddie and they end up back on the same page is really good to see - the blue being a signature Chimney colour and is indicative of him being true to himself.

Bobbys blue suit and blue check patterned shirt. The brightness of the blue is a really important choice - it's the only time we see him this brightly coloured on the cruise until he ends up in the bright red at the end. This is important because this is the moment when he's still all excited and hopeful for his honeymoon cruise - everything is good in Bobby's world at this moment in time - the check pattern is telling us that it's not going to stay that way for long. From her on out we see the colours of Bobby's costumes slowly beginning to dull and take on a washed out tone, but here in this moment all is good.

Athena's bright yellow dress is all about making her stand out - communicating with the audience, she is the brightest person in the room (in more ways than one!!). The thing with yellow, apart from the communication aspect, is that it can also be a symbol of anxiety and fear, so this dress plays rather nicely into the theme of Athenas fear of being on that ship.

The colour does have other good traits too - its fresh and bright and is a colour of happiness in its more jewel like tones and I think we can see all of these meanings in these scenes - Athena might be anxious about being on the ship, but she is also happy and enjoying herself with Bobby in that moment.

Lola and Norman. Lola is the one we need to focus on in her very bright very check patterned Victoria Beckham dress. Obviously the check pattern plays into check pattern theory, but the red also acts like a neon sign to the audience - highlighting that Lola is in danger - the ga won't pick up on check theory, although they might connect the dots about the fact this check patterning looks very like a cage - foreshadowing her being held captive later on, but also as a nod to the fact she was incarcerated previously.

The red is also a nod towards romance and love - playing into the rekindling of their relationship and romance in the aftermath of the freeway 'see me Norman' incident.

Ok so Christophers date night and by extension Eddies date night! This is where this meta is goingto get a bit messy and I'm goingto jump around a bit becasue I need to talk about the way colour theory is at play in all the scenes in Christophers bedroom, so we're going to talk about Christophers bedroom as one big thing rather than the two separate scenes that it actually is. They are extensions of one another and build on so much of the groundwork we've already seen in previous seasons.

Chris in plaid check yellow and red check plays perfectly into check pattern theory - it’s a signifier that something is about to go down with him - namely that the fact he’s dating multiple girls at the same time. 

He’s also wearing a white shirt which is not a colour we see on him all that often - in fact, the only times we’ve seen him in a completely white shirt is with his suit in 5x01 when suit shopping and again in 6x08 for his school dance. He did wear a white vest when dressed as wolverine for halloween  So as you can see its not a common colour for him, but the times have seen him wear it as a solid colour have been connected to school/girls and dating (i’m including the suit shopping in this because Ana was there and it was kind of a Eddie and Ana date of sorts - in that it was suppose to be for this Christening - meet the family - date type thing).

The most interesting thing is the plaid hooded shirt though. It was such an interesting choice to go with for a couple of reasons. the colour way is especially loud - we tend to see Chris wearing greens and blues and greys, with the odd other colour thrown in occasionally. So red and yellow are not common colours for him to be wearing.

On the red front we see him in it a couple of times - the adapted skateboarding scene and the scene in 4x10 when he joins Eddie and Ana on the sofa - getting in the way of their date night. We do also see him wear red in Christmas related episodes (so I don’t tend to count them in the same way as the Christmas colour theming will nearly always override any other colour theming intention - the use of stripes or check or other patterning is more important in those episodes!). 

On the yellow front things are even more clear cut - the Tsunami arc, the aftermath of him falling off the skateboard, Mays graduation party and 5x03’s Eddie Ana break up! These (apart from the tsunami shirt) were all bright almost neon yellow.

This new plaid shirt is more into the yellow ochre part of the yellow spectrum, therefore tying much more to the tsunami arc, which is actually really fitting if you think about it in a little more detail - its a connection, not only to Buck, but also to loss and grief. Eddie might have been using his secret weapon (Chris) to get Buck out of his moping (read mourning) over not being able to go back to work, but Christopher is also still grieving the loss of his mother at that point as well, so its not just about cheering Buck up, its also about giving Chris a chance to do something fun and distract him from his own grief. That is why the use of yellow then ties in so nicely with its use on Chris now.

The other thing that really grabbed my attention about this shirt though is the fact that the two times we’ve seen Buck have a conversation with Chris in his bedroom, he has sat in the same spot and has been wearing one of those two colours - post shooting in maroon and this episode in the yellow ochre - if you watch those two scenes side by side, you see that they’ve used almost identical camera angles as well to film Buck.

I've spoken a lot about the use of maroon as a colour connected to parenthood - especially fatherhood , which is how its intended to be read on Buck - connecting to Eddie and his being shot, pushing Buck into a parental role in Eddies absence.

That alone is a pretty loud reference to Christophers connection and relationship to Buck, but then we have the yellow ochre of it all.

I feel a little bit insane about how close my prediction was on what the Buck Christopher scene was going to be about - this is from the meta I wrote when t he stills dropped;

Whatever this scene transpires being about, based on what we've seen with Buck wearing yellow ochre, we can assume its going to continue to play into this idea of Buck not being fully truthful with people and fitting into the role he thinks people want him to pay rather than being true to himself. I do want to add to this theory by looking at Christophers shirt as well. The grey/ yellow combination is a bit reminiscent of Breaking point (the episode that really is the gift that keeps on giving) because we get Chris in grey and Eddie in tan - that is yellowish toned whilst not actually being yellow There isn't a good screenshot of them together, but the placing of Chris and Buck in the new one has echoes of Eddie and Chris in that scene (one that is interestingly enough playing into the idea of changing family dynamics, but also the moment before and the one that happens afterwards at Bucks loft, directly placing Buck into a parental role (as an aside the idea of Buck being a miracle worker plays into the theme of Eddie looking for magic, just saying!))

Indirectly this scene was about Buck not being true to himself with people and fitting into whatever role he thinks people want him to fit into, only this wasn't an active situation - this was a scene where Buck could draw on his experience of having done that in the past to help Christopher - the line from Eddie 'you didn't end up being like you' is such a call to this and actually shows how valuable Bucks own experiences and learnings are in helping Chris (we've all been joking about Eddie choosing Buck to help him with this Chris's issue, but in actual fact he was the perfect person for the job - not just because of his being a 'reformed player', but also because of his relationship with death and the death of a loved one where you are reliant on others for their memories of a person rather than having your own)

The thing with the Yellow ochre (this meta here that i've already quoted from above is the place to go if you'd like more detail on its use on Buck more widely) isn't just its about it's connection to Buck, his place in Christopher's life and more loosely to the will of it all, (the fact that Buck and Eddie are both wearing the same colour ways as in the hospital bed will reveal scene and are both on the same sides of the screen in both scenes is a stroke of genius and is meant to connect these two scenes together) its also its connection to Shannon.

The first time we meet Shannon, she sits on Christophers bed in more or less the same position as we see Buck and Eddie sit, and looks at where Christopher has been positioned in all these conversations, and she is wearing a burnt orange top thats pretty close to the dark yellow ochre we see Buck wearing. Shannon wears a lot of yellow - as in it there are only a couple of times we don't see her wearing something yellow or with yellow in it and those are key scenes (which I will talk about later on).

Shannons appearance in Christophers room to read the letter she wrote him had her in this black top with a floral patterning on it. She was also wearing green trousers (which can be seen in the still below but aren't actually seen during the scene.

I actually really loved the green trousers and black top as a choice because the top is very Shannon - it sits perfectly with the floral patterns we saw her wearing when she was still alive. The green trousers are a bit of a departure for her, but I think its very intentional for two reasons .

The first is that they are very much in the Eddie trousers wheelhouse, especially in combination with black - he wears green khaki trousers a lot. The inference being that the black and green combination is an echo of Eddie.

The second ties to Christopher. Green is also a colour we've seen on Christopher a lot, it's probably the colour we see him in most. It's being used as a reflection of the fact he is growing and transitioning from child to teenager. But having it here in this scene - on Shannon connects a Christopher growing up without his mom.

Both of these combined really connect into Shannon in this scene, tying the three of them together and on Eddies efforts to keep her alive for Christopher - the underlying implication that his growth into who he is so far is as much to do with Shannon as it is to do with Eddie.

Her necklaces were not identical to the ones we saw her in in season 2, but that's most likely because they don't have them any longer, so they've replicated them as best as they can. The other little nod that I enjoyed is the brown bracelets on her right wrist - the same place Eddie wears his brown strapped Christopher watch!

But the top they have her in plays into a couple of other things - the prominent yellow flowers make an obvious connection to Buck from the previous scene, but they also tie into the 'I want a divorce' scene from 2x17 where she is wearing a dark blue dress with bright yellow ochre flowers all over it. the dress is not especially close to the top in the wider sense - blue dress with white squares v black top with florals in a variety of colours, but the yellow flowers are the prominent aspect of both items of clothing and play into the yellow theme connected to Shannon and then to Buck.

This is espeically relevant when you remember that Eddie is in a black suit in that scene and he's wearing black when he gives the letter to Christopher.

The black for this sequence of scenes is such a poignant choice - its Eddie mourning all over again, not for his loss, but for Christophers loss. I did find it telling that again in this scene, we have the absence of the Christopher watch. Eddie has very rarely not been wearing a watch in his scenes, so the times when we don't see him wearing one are very telling.

For me, in this sequence of scenes, it's about the fact that they are not about Eddies relationship with Christopher, but about Shannons relationship with Christopher. The watch is much more about Eddie and Christopher, so to have it absent from this story arc makes total sense and is symbolic of Eddie being a good father

Then we have Christophers grey shirt - I said when we first got the stills from that scene, how it was likely to be connected to complex family relationships - a la when we’ve seen Buck wearing his grey shirt. And what do you know - the scene was about complex family dynamics/ relationships.

It wasn’t perhaps in the manner I was expecting, but that series of scenes played with the full scope of Chris’s complex family relationships - from the relationship he has with Buck -not only as Christophers friend, but also as more or less Eddies co-parent (the way Eddie asked for Bucks help screamed co-parent rather than friend imo - that whole burnt out car scene was two co-parents discussing their child!) to the relationship he has with his dad - which is a pretty great relationship, but it is a complex one.

The relationship he has with his mom - or the fact he feels he doesn’t have a relationship with her despite Eddies best efforts, because as he grows up she feels further and further away. 

Eddies 'date' night with Marisol. Again I ran out of pictures (30 is not enough!) so you're going to have to use your imagination or go back and rewatch the scene for yourselves, but trust me when I say that Eddie is wearing the same shirt he was wearing for this date night as he was in 4x10 - when Christopher interrupts because he can't sleep!

It's also a similar tee to the one Eddie wears when he has his breakdown and trashes his room (that one was more green when this one is much browner). Its slouchy and has cut and stretched raw edges at the sleeves and on the pocket - in the same way his breakdown shirt did. there is an element of being in familiar surroundings and being comfortable at home, but stretched out raw edges and Eddie generally tend to mean not so great things.

Of course there is the element of his parenting skills being tested by Christophers having more than one girlfriend, but if that where the only reason, then it would've made more sense to have him in that shirt when he's listening in to Chris talking to Buck, rather than when he's on a date with a new girlfriend.

This is especially true as the screen time for that tee has more connection with Marisol than it does with Chris. Combined with the fact that once again, like in the locker room scene, he is not wearing his Christopher watch in this scene and that speaks volumes.

If we are to read the scene as being about Christopher soley, he should be wearing his watch because that watch is a physical embodiment of the importance of Christopher in Eddies life - that he puts Christopher first in all things.

Got to say I was a bit shocked to see Marisol in his bright magenta silk spaghetti strap top when you consider the costumes we saw her in last season - mostly dressed down, t-shirts, jumpers and dungarees so this is a complete 180 for her character.

There are a few interesting things connected to her outfit, firstly it low key ties into Natalia - we saw Natalia in a red version of this top for her first proper onscreen date with Buck (when they go to the badge and ladder joint) so there is an interesting low key parallel to draw there. There is also the fact that her bracelet is a chain one - much like we've seen on all of Buck and Eddies previous girlfriends - although those have been necklaces, so I'm undecided if this chain bracelet is paying into the same trope as those.

Then there is the pink of it all.

You see Eddie and Pink on his girlfriends doesn't bode well for Marisol.

Both Shannon and Ana wore pink. Ana wore it a lot - there are two examples below, but generally speaking its her most commonly worn colour - including on her first date with Eddie in Jinx.

The first example below is from the first time we see her in the Diaz house. the shades are different, but the fact that the first time we see both characters in the Diaz house they're both wearing pink, speaks volumes.

The other key use of Pink is when Shannon is at the beach with Eddie and Christopher and she tells Eddie she's pregnant - Eddie takes it as the sign he has been looking for - the chance to effectively start over with their marriage, but this is the beginning of the end for their relationship, even if she hadn't died a short while later. She is wearing pale pink in that scene and it's the only time we see her wear the colour in the show.

The fact we can also contrast the use of pink with when Buck wears it is telling in its own right - we see the relationship between Buck and Eddie strengthening when Buck wears pink - May's graduation party, the tsunami, the Hildy coffee machine - all moments (big and small) that show the development of various aspects of their relationship and its ability to endure.

Essentially all this use of pink on the women he has had previous relationships with, doesn't bode well for Marisol and the longevity of her relationship with Eddie. How quickly it will end I can't say, just that it will end.

I spoke earlier in this post about colour theming for the episode and this is where I talk about it!

Pink - and in particular the very bright pinks we saw scattered across the episode. Marisol above wearing it, isn't just about connecting her to Ana in costume terms (especially as at this point that costume is a departure of her costumes from s6) it also connects her to the other characters we see wearing bright pink in this episode - Lola and Norman.

At this point in time I'm not sure if we're going to see it play out as a theme across the season, but its use in this episode was very loud on characters that are going to be around for more than 1 episode. It suggests that there is some underlying theme that connects them (by this I don't mean that they're gonna meet and hang out I mean that personality traits are going to be similar)

Magenta and bright pink in colour theory means a few different things, and like with all colours, has positive and negative traits. Generally speaking its a loud and brash colour thats designed to stand out and draw attention to it's wearer.

Things that are considered positive traits for this shade of pink are; intensity, acceptance, kindness and it's supportive and uplifting nature. It's connected to naive love (as in lust rather than the passionate and enduring love of red) can also be considered a nurturing colour.

Negative traits are; intensity, volatility, arrogant and impatient, irritability and irritating and frustration. it is also said to be a stress inducing colour and is said to be overly emotional.

Theres a clear and fairly loud connection between Lola and Norman getting into danger - Lola is in magenta trousers when she is kidnaped. Norman also has bright magenta flowers on his shirt at this point as well. My guess at this point is that we're supposed to lean into the stress inducing element, and also the irritating nature of the colour (On Athenas part at the very least!) and we'll see if those are the themes that play out for Marisol as well down the line.

Norman is in bright pink when he's lying and claiming she's unwell from being outside or too long. We also see that he is wearing pink in the ditsy print shirt later on (again I ran out of picture spaces!)

Athena's black top in this scene is much like the use of Chimney in black in his scenes. It's all about power and authority but it's also about her hiding her vulnerabilities. The other thing it does is creates a huge contrast with Bobby and all of the other passengers - she is the only one in black in the scene and it contrasts her with the underlying white of Bobbys shirt - juxtaposing them and visually putting them at odd with one another.

Like I said above about him becoming increasingly pale - here we see Bobby in a sea-foam green shirt - its the palest and washed out colour we've seen him in on this cruise (grey pyjama shirt not being included as its blink and you miss it and a pyjama tee!!!). Sea-foam green doesn't really play into the traditional meanings of green - there is still the element of renewal about it (the sea washes the sand etc)but its mostly a self-conscious and uncertain colour - both things that perfectly sum up how Bobby is feeling in this moment.

The other fun thing about this outfit is the palm tree shorts the patterns Bobby has worn in relation to this cruise, up to this point (and that includes the shirts from season 6) have all been tropical themed but on his shirts, the fact that they've now slipped down onto his shorts is a visual representation of him becoming increasingly dissatisfied with the way his honeymoon is going - that the tropical vacation vibes are slipping away.

Athenas red and white shirt, in my opinion is showing her cross purposes - its the duality of investigating and being on a cruise in a shirt. The bright red ties into the red and blue first responder colour way the show uses (for obvious reasons) while the white and the palm fronds, the lei flowers and the watery theming of the pattern fit into the troipical cruise they're on.

Bobbys red shirt contrasts with the lavender that we see on Athena - its not a colour we see on Bobby all that often and that makes its use all the more important. Especially considering the entire cruise thus far we've seen him in blues and greens - especially pale closer to pastel tones.

This red is bright snd bold and unlike his usual choices. Red is a colour of cross meaning - there is obviously the connection with love and the heart, which is absolutely at play her - his love for Athena is spurring him on and is part of what is pushing him in to investigator Bobby mode - and its representation of love is what is going to be the key player in the up coming episodes on the ship - when he is looking for Athena during the evacuation etc. But the other meaning of red is war, courage and anger and that is very much present here in this episode, and will (i'm assuming) be later on in 7x02 and 3.

The other thing I think its worth pointing out at this point (which is pure conjecture on my part at this moment in time but that I think will become relevant in the next two episodes rather than this one) is the foreshadowed parallel with Buck in season 5 when he broke down Eddies door. The bright red we saw him wearing then was an uncommon colour for him, in the same way it is for Bobby here. It's paralleling the way Buck was prepared to go into battle for Eddie, with the way Bobby is prepared to do so for Athena - going to war for your closest person, your loved one and doing what you need to do to save them.

Putting Athena in lavender the moment she gets to go into cop mode was a choice that had me giggling! Lavender is a colour of relaxation and order so for her to start wearing it the moment she gets to start being a cop again - speaks volumes for her state of being - it shows that her fear of being on the cruise ship and of being alone with bobby, has been overridden by her need to do her job and start investigating things. Its the perfect colour for this moment and for the impeding trouble brewing on the ship - Athena will bring order to things as order has been restored to her inner world.

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PART TWO OF MY VOICES HYPERFIXES/SPECIAL INTEREST HEADCANONS!! (They'll definitely end up being a part three </3)

[Ignore that last time I did this Skeptic's paragraph was all in italics, I meant to only put The Maltese Falcon in italics but Tumblr had other ideas.]

Paranoid – Space. He has posters, a few NASA shirts and a cheap telescope. He's one of those 'make a powerpoint I NEED TO MAKE A POWERPOINT' kinda neurodivergents, the PowerPoint itself is at 67 slides and his computer starts practically screaming in agony every time he opens it. He's very secretive about his hyperfixes/Special interests for fear of judgement </3 He has no one to yap to cus he doesn't open up more ):

Opportunist – LEGO. He's spent so much money on LEGO. He's attempted to steal the others credit cards to buy more and failed. The most notable sets he's owned and built are: The Japanese Red Maple Bonsai Tree, The Pretty Pink Flower Bouquet, The Poinsettia, Everyone is Awesome and The LEGO Titanic (yes, the £590 ($800 USD) one.) Also he's got every LEGO movie ever made in physical copy form. He's as bad as Cold except he's got the more expensive one.

Contrarian – Lava lamps. He has four of different colours in his room and they run up the electricity bill but they're awesome looking. He also has a shirt and his phone is themed on lava lamps.

Cheated – Cars. Remember when I mentioned that Cheated likes the car aspects of Top Gear and I said I might expand on it in future? This is the expansion. Unfortunately he cannot drive a car because he's so incredibly unlucky he failed his driving test and flawlessly would get into a crash every day if he had passed. He has a colletion of miniature model cars and goes to car shows when he can. He keeps getting called a petrolhead by Opportunist lol

I really like your blog btw, my autism needed a good hc yap place <3

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WAHOO!!!! ohhhh I was waiting for this omgggg '3' Para having a love of astronomy is SO real and dare I say mecore omfg <333 also the powerpoint thing??? I LOVE THAT???? Oppy is so real for that actually I love Legos I have the lego monkie kid flower fruit mountain set in my basement rn and if I had the money for more Lego sets you best BELIEVE I would have like a thousand of em yknow what hell yeah lava lamps are absolutely baller live laugh love lava lamps and live laugh love the voice of the contrarian <333 yippee elaboration :DD he so would tbh god these r so fun I love em <3 these are all SO GOOD I am like at a loss for words because of how much I love these how does it feel to be the most correct person ever

(also, awww :33 ty! that's exactly what I want this place to be :D)

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We were 12. The coolest boy in my school just couldn’t stop talking about the newest coolest game he was playing online. He sat in the back of the lime coloured room, surrounded by the remaining class B boys, the beta boys, his gang, his little followers, who were carefully listening to his monologue. Every few minutes he would interrupt his speech to violently whip his head to the right in order to arrange his fringe into a perfect emo/justin bieber formation. “Minecraft,” was the name of the game, I wrote it in the back of my notebook and carried it home. That night I sat on my favorite deep emerald chair researching the game further, preparing to beg my dad to buy it. I had already downloaded the free version but I wanted to make an avatar and you could only access that feature if you paid. This purchase was essential to flex on my boy classmates. Finally dad said yes and let me use his card. I immediately canceled guitar hero night with the girls, ready to explore the pixelated expanse of Minecraft.

My new name was Yumomo, a random japanese sounding name I thought of. My outfit was green and pink with a frog hat, a skin I stole from some minecraft website because I thought it was cute. I jumped into my solo world but quickly found it too isolating, so I checked the list of best polish Minecraft servers. The one I chose was RPG themed and as I later found out was made up entirely of male players. In 2011, Minecraft hadn’t broken into the gamer girl realm yet, hardly into the youtube gamer realm either. Back then it was only played by indie game nerds and basement dwellers, not 12 year old polish girls. So for the moment I was the queen of my server and officially (PAUSE) “not like other girls.” I remember that first day when they all saw my skin, girly and pink, and wrote “are you actually a girl” into the chat. To prove it I had to join a group call on team speak 3, some proto discord gamer tool. Before I logged on, I practiced what I would say using a voice recorder on my dads phone. I tested different variations of the name introduction, different “Hello’s,” “i am’s”, and “my name is,” to come up with the cute maxxed ideal version of the internet girl they were about to meet. I nervously turned on the app, shouted at my younger sister to shut up and just as I was about to say the magic girl code into the hormonal ears of boy teens I heard one of boys say “hey, maybe next time mute your speaker before you shout at your sister.” My heart dropped, I shut the laptop and sat in silence. (pause for impact) My eyes started to water. I wasn't a cool girl in real life and now I couldn't even be a cool girl online. It was doomed from the start, over before it even started. The brutal reality of the boy world came crashing down on me all because I didn't know how to use speak3. Little did I know this lack of speak3 proficiency made me meet my first boyfriend.

His real name was Antoni, I don’t remember his minecraft name. After my pulse had cooled down and I turned my laptop back on, a private chat request from him appeared on the side of the teamspeak3 app. He typed “siemasz” which is a word for hi in polish that literally no one uses in Poland. He also wrote something along the lines of “Don’t worry, sorry for them laughing, I was stressed before I talked online for the first time too” and that comforted me. He wasn’t like one of the bad, annoying smelly boys, the “girls are too dumb to understand the computer” and “girls are too emotional we shouldn’t play with them” preacher preteens, he wasn’t the intimidatingly-different-than-the -girls type of boy that I was in contact with at school. He acted like you want them (boys) to act, he had the qualities of an anime protagonist, he saved me from further teamspeak ridicule and he spared me from feeling like an idiot on my own. He invited me to play on his and his brothers private server first just to ease me gently into the whole situation. I accepted and spent the entire night playing just with him. And when he called, on Skype instead of teamspeak3, I answered with my camera turned off but my mic on, and we chatted. We ended up chatting like that, with both of our cameras off, playing on minecraft servers with countless other people - and sometimes just on our own - for almost a year. He slipped into my routine and broke my boy interaction shyness. Every day I was looking forward to our evenings of playing minecraft, and every time I was too busy to talk to him i would feel sad.

The Day before Christmas I was at the airport about to fly to England when my Yellow samsung corby received a message from him. It was a confession of his love to me, long and sincere, “I don’t care that I have never seen your face, I like speaking to you, I like spending my time with you and I would like to meet you.” He also mentioned that we should exchange pictures. I had butterflies in my stomach reading the sentences. For hours on the plane I kept rereading the text and trying to imagine what he looks like. I tried to vibe-match looks in my mind to his smooth, low but still youthful and boyish voice. I pictured him towering over me, with a swooping side fringe and a cool Cropp hoodie. I thought about us kissing for the first time, my girlfriends being jealous, my dog excited at the sight of him during one of his monthly visits. As soon as I got to my mums house I went on to try to vibe-match my looks to my sweet voice I was using to seduce him for the past year. Did I really suit my own vibe? There was a lot to perfect in my looks and I didn’t feel confident that I could fully embody the girl he must have been imagining. I pulled up the video of my idol venus angelic and with the limited makeup my mum owned I tried to recreate her vibe. Big anime eyes, intense blush, gradient lips. I put on my blue denim hair bow and took a selfie on photo booth. I covered one side of my face with my hand. I felt myself. The following evening whilst we were chatting with our cameras off and our mics on we sent each other the pictures. Surprisingly he looked similar to what i had imagined for him: golden retriver as a boy, slightly wavy gold hair with a little side fringe, awkward cute smile,acne, skinny and tall-presenting. According to him I looked how he imagined too, cute and girly. The next stop of video talking hadn’t been suggested by either of us. We were just happy to continue chatting with a vague image of ourselves in our heads, because it didn’t really matter what we looked like. Our relationship was online so it was functioning according to online gaming friends rules. As long as the arrangement remained online, we didn’t need anything more.

At least I didn’t for now.

One spring day Antoni asked me if I was planning to go to Pyrcon, a massive anime convention that is organised in his city, only 2 hours away from where i lived. I said I would probably be there. The truth was I knew I would definitely be there, in fact me and my friend had been planning our outfits for months. For some reason giving a definite answer, knowing the question that would follow felt too overwhelming. He asked, all excited, if I wanted to meet up in real life and I said yes with equal excitement. In reality, something told me that I didn’t want to meet him. Not because I was worried that he wasn’t real, that he was a catfish, but because I was worried that I’d be too real for him, with my chubby face, little stumpy legs, feet dressed in two different shoes. I was scared of holding his real hand and kissing his mouth, the inevitable teenage intimacy that seems so sweet in theory but ends up awkward in practice. I was happy for us to continue our love in the virtual world we created.

I couldn’t sleep the night prior to the convention. This day was about to change the trajectory of my life and the future felt more dreadful than exciting, though my friends kept trying to ease my stresses. I didn’t want to ruin the excitement for him, so the whole journey to the con I played along, at times experiencing waves of real excitement, followed by the gut wrenching anticipation of failure and disappointment. I was dressed in my frog outfit and did my makeup as well as i could. My emergency nicholas cage mas, a sign that I was a fan of the webcomic Homestuck, was poking out of my NANA tote bag. For some reason, just having the mask in my bag was an anti-anxiety shield. At previous conventions, I would wear it when the pressure of being surrounded by so many people felt like too much and I was too young to numb the angst with drugs and alcohol.

We arrived at the convention. The nasty stress feeling had been growing increasingly throughout the day, from the moment I got out of bed to the second I set foot in the con. It was by my side wherever I went, causing my eyes to scan every corner in the search for him and his brother. I had to be prepared at all times to pull out the mask, in case he came too close and recognised me. I was undercover in his kingdom. A surprise meeting was not likely, considering the 5000 people in attendance, but regardless I couldn’t allow it to be an option. Our real meeting was meant to take place at some anime panel, later in the day. Minutes before the meeting, I left my friends, who were convinced that the guy was really some old pedophile, but I let them follow me from afar just in case for their piece of mind. I put on my protective mask, and headed to the room. Inside I looked around. He wasn’t there. I double checked the location, the time, different corners of the room, but the corner where he was supposed to stand was occupied only by gross nerd guys. The smelly long hair ones. My panic was mixed with some sense of relief. This is it, he’s one of them, and if he is one of them I can just pretend that I left because I wasn’t feeling well and just go back to us, playing online. Maybe at some point I’d be mature enough to accept his physical self, and take the next step, come to terms with his ugly materiality, maybe by the time we met, by the time I was ready to squash my anxiety he would have had a glow up. Maybe not crossing that boundary now was a win-win.

Just before the start, in the colorful crowd of cosplayers, e-girls, cat ears, katanas, big titty anime girl pillows stuffing itself into the room, I saw him. His fleshy youthful face was looking better than the picture, put together into a concerned focused look aimed to find me. I watched him from a distance, looking for me, dialing my number and impatiently waiting to hear back, as I was holding onto my vibrating phone inside my pocket. I saw him sitting down, disappointed and confused, saw him checking his phone every few minutes, then his older brother coming in, comforting him, possibly telling him either that girls suck or that maybe something happened to me, depending on his prior experience with women. All that time I stood in the back, wanting to text him “don’t worry *hugs*” and “i love you *kisses*” but my body wouldn’t move, I was paralysed. My mind kept telling me “what’s the worst that could happen” before filling my head with all of the worst scenarios. I imagined:

-The smell of awkwardness in the air

-inability to make a conversation

-him not finding me attractive in real life and abandoning me, the virtual me, the me he loved or

-him liking me, wanting to make real moves, have real meetings instead of the safe, controlled, virtual, the ones i was comfortable with

It all felt like too much. And despite being a few meters away, and seeing his despair, I looked at him one last time and went back to my friends. It took me a while to come up with an excuse and text him back, but there was no excuse for what I did. The truth was sad and hard to understand. If none of my friends understood why I did this then why would he? So I lied, said that I wasn’t feeling well and that I had to leave, which felt like the most believable excuse but perhaps not believable enough for him not to question it himself. Our relationship was broken, and we stopped calling, then we stopped texting. Minecraft got boring. When I first installed Skype, I accidentally allowed it to automatically open every time I turned on my computer. When me and antoni were in love, I never had a reason to change the setting, but now I would force quit it every time I turned my old macbook on. I abandoned the block lands and moved my virtual self onto the more entertaining World of Warcraft.

Sometimes I wish I was able to say sorry.

[sequinsmile-x]

Green is the Colour

She knew she was being irrational.

AKA The one where Emily gets very jealous when she sees an officer flirting with her husband

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Hi friends,

I got overwhelmed with the urge to write jealous Emily and here we are! I hope you enjoy and as always please let me know what you think.

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Words: 2.3k

Warnings: pregnancy (not a main theme, but Emily is pregnant in this)

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She was being irrational. 

Objectively she knew that. She knew the jealousy that was thrumming underneath her skin was unwarranted, that Aaron never noticed when other women looked at him, that even if he did he’d never entertain the idea of someone flirting with him. He only had eyes for her, his love and affection clear every time he looks at her, something that had been true for long before they’d ever even kissed. 

She was being irrational, but watching a young officer, a woman in her early twenties called Rosa Thompson, flirt with her husband had her on edge. 

It wasn’t the first time they’d been working a case and someone had become enamoured with Aaron. Emily couldn’t exactly blame them, he was handsome. Tall and broad in a way that made him feel safe to be around. He commanded whatever room he was in and was firm but never unkind. It was what had drawn her towards him even back when he was just her boss, when he was unattainable and married to someone else. 

Whilst it had happened before, it felt different this time. Irritation she hadn’t expected when she first noticed Officer Thompson’s interest in her husband shifting under her skin constantly, something that had been a simmer at first coming to a full boil. The worst part was that he was completely oblivious to it. He didn’t notice when Officer Thompson shifted closer to him for no reason, or how she hung on to every word he said. It was sweet, his complete lack of awareness of how hot he was something she usually found endearing, but today it was annoying her. 

She couldn’t quite get her head around the fact the father of her children was so stupid.

Emily groans slightly as she steps into the precinct's kitchen, hoping that a cup of tea would settle her stomach - the mix of jealousy and morning sickness kicking her ass in a way she hadn’t anticipated. She was only 9 weeks along and no one other than her doctor and Aaron knew. Jack didn’t even know he was going to be a big brother yet, something he’d been asking to be since before she and Aaron had even got engaged. She knew everyone would be happy for them but she was enjoying it just being something between her and Aaron for now, a rare secret between the two of them that she would treasure until they had to let other people in. 

She drops a tea bag into a bug and pours hot water in and she clenches her teeth when she hears Officer Thompson’s laugh. She looks up and aggressively stirs her tea, pressing up against the tea bag hard enough when she drains the excess water from it that she’s surprised it doesn’t burst. 

“If it helps,” JJ says, making her jump as she appears from seemingly nowhere, standing next to her with a glint in her eyes that only makes Emily more irritated, “I don’t think he’s noticed.” 

Emily has to clench her teeth to stop herself from growling, irritation she doesn’t fully understand licking at her insides at her friend's acknowledgement of what she thought only she had noticed. She looks back over at her husband and Officer Thompson and she blows out a steady breath as she throws the teaspoon she’d been holding into the sink. 

“Funnily enough JJ, that doesn’t make me feel any better” she says, holding her mug in her hands, the heat of it in her palms distracting her from the jealousy burning her insides. Her attention is pulled back towards the bullpen at the sound of Officer Thompson’s laugh again and she scoffs, her nose scrunched up as she shakes her head, “She’s being so obvious.” 

JJ suppresses a smile, enjoying this side of her friend she rarely got to see, “In her defence,” she says, nodding towards them, “You’re the one always telling us how funny Hotch is.” 

She hums as she narrows her eyes, her gaze fixed on how the officer steps closer to her husband.

Yeah, but he’s not that funny,” she grumbles as she looks back at JJ. She frowns as she notices the knowing smile on her friend’s face and she tilts her head slightly, “What?” 

JJ presses her lips together and clears her throat, “It’s normal you know.” 

Emily’s frown deepens, “What’s normal?” 

JJ steps closer to her, lowering her voice so no one else will hear her, “Being more jealous than you usually would be when you’re pregnant.” 

She coughs around a sip of her tea, her hand pressing into her chest as she briefly chokes on it. JJ pats her on her back as it passes and she looks up to see Aaron looking at her across the room, his brows furrowed and she shakes her head at him, letting him know she is okay. She looks back at her friend, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open. She briefly considers denying it but she knows that the ship has sailed when JJ simply raises an eyebrow at her.

“What?” She asks, having to remind herself to keep her voice quiet so she doesn’t draw any more attention to them, “How did you…what?” 

JJ smiles and squeezes her shoulder, “You could barely look at Derek’s breakfast sandwich this morning and the smell of coffee makes you gag,” she says, her smile turning mischievous, “And your boobs are bigger.” 

“What? No, they aren’t,” Emily says, looking down at her chest, critically eyeing it to see if her friend was correct. She looks back up at her, “Do you think the others know?” 

She shakes her head reassuringly and Emily feels the panic that had been building started to dissipate, “Don’t worry, I only figured it out because I’ve been there,” she says, scrunching her nose up at the memory of it, “I don’t think I realise how gross Derek’s eating habits were until Henry turned me into some kind of bloodhound.” 

Emily chuckles and looks back over at Aaron, her irritation bubbling up again when she sees how Officer Thompson is leaning in to read the file Aaron is holding, “You struggled with the jealousy thing too?” 

JJ chuckles and nods, “Oh yeah,” she says, shaking her head at herself, “And Will and I didn’t even live in the same city at the start…that made it rough.” 

Emily hums, “Yeah, because watching other women flirt with your husband is better,” she sighs as she looks at JJ, “Does it get better?” 

“Oh god no,” she replies, smiling when Emily groans, “Just talk to him about it,” she says, squeezing her shoulder one more time before she lets her hand slip back to her side, “And your secret is safe with me.”

She smiles, “Thank you.”

They fall into silence for a moment and JJ reaches for her hand, linking their fingers together, “I’m so happy for you, Em.” 

Emily’s smile gets wider and she feels happiness spread through her chest, warming her from the inside out, “I’m happy for me too.”

___

By the time they make it back to their hotel room, she’s furious with him.

It’s not fair and she knows it, but she can’t help it. Anger at his inability to see what was right in front of him swirling in her gut, making her feel even more nauseous than she already did. She blows out a breath as she steps over the threshold into their room, not even looking back at him before she grabs her pjyamas from the bed and walks into the bathroom, pulling the door closed behind her. 

She looks at herself in the mirror for a second and shakes her head before she quickly gets dressed, leaving her clothes crumbled on the floor before she walks back out into the bedroom. She pauses in the doorway when she sees Aaron sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees as he looks at her, his eyebrow slightly raised as he tries to read her. 

“You okay sweetheart?” 

She hums and nods, “I’m fine,” she says, not sure she’d even believe herself as she speaks a little too quickly, “It’s been a long day, thats all.” 

That wasn’t entirely a lie. It felt like a lifetime since they’d left the room that morning, since she’d torn herself out of his warm embrace to rush to the bathroom to throw up. He’d followed her immediately, rubbed her back until she was done and then pulled a can of ginger ale seemingly out of nowhere, a soft smile on his face as they sat on the bathroom floor until her stomach settled. 

As she tries to walk past him to get into bed, not caring it wasn’t even dark outside yet, he wraps his hand around her wrist, squeezing just enough to keep her in place. 

“Em, please,” he says, looking up at her, concern laced through his expression, “What’s wrong? Is it the baby?” 

She sighs, guilt for making him worry lancing through her, briefly replacing the irritation she’d been feeling all day, “The baby is fine, honey,” she says, smiling as his gaze flicks to her still flat belly as if he was looking for confirmation, “I promise.” 

His frown only gets deeper as he looks back up at her face, “What is it then? You haven’t been yourself all day.” 

She sighs and closes her eyes, her tongue peeking out and licking her lips as she tries to find the right words, “It’s stupid.” 

He shifts his grasp from her wrist to her hand and links their fingers together, gently tugging her down to join him on the bed, “If something is bothering you, it’s never stupid.” 

She presses her lips together and stares at him for a second before she looks down at their joint hands, the glint of his wedding ring in the low light of the room briefly making her smile. She blows out a slow breath and scrunches her nose up as she speaks, the words sounding close to juvenile as she says them out loud.

“Officer Thompson was flirting with you all day,” she says, and the words hang in the air around them for a moment. When he doesn’t say anything back she looks at him and feels her irritation return when he looks confused, “Before you try and say she wasn’t flirting, even JJ picked up on it.” 

“Sweetheart-”

“And I know you don’t see it but that makes it worse,” she says, the words escaping without her meaning to say them, the dam breached now she’s started, “You don’t realise how insanely hot you are, and how these women are like a moth to a flame when you’re around with your big stupid hands that make your gun look like a toy from the dollar store. And it drives me insane-”

“Em-”

“And she’s young and attractive, and probably isn’t covered in scars or about to get really fat because she’s having a baby,” she continues, not realising that had been part of why she was so affected until she says it, her chest easing as soon as she admits it to him, “So I know it’s unfair, and I know you haven’t done anything, but I am just…so angry at you for not realising what was happening and putting a stop to it.” 

They fall into silence when she finally stops, the rant neither of them had been expecting at its end. Aaron stares at her, and she can practically see his brain working, how he’s trying to figure out how to respond without upsetting his wife. Eventually, he sighs and sandwiches her hand between both of his, the warmth of his skin passing to hers as he squeezes. 

“Even if she was flirting-”

“She absolutely was-”

“I don’t notice because you’re the only person I ever notice, sweetheart,” he says, smiling when her frown relaxes, “You’re the one I look for no matter what room I’m in, and no matter who I’m with,” he tucks some of her hair behind her ear, his touch immediately relaxing her as he purposely lets his thumb linger on her cheek, “I’ll try and be better at noticing these things, and I’ll shut it down if I do, but you’ve got to know you’re it for me.” 

She feels her chest tighten, emotions she had once been able to control climbing up her throat as she tries to swallow them back, “You’re it for me too.” 

He leans forward and kisses her, catching the tip of her nose before he stamps his lips against hers, “I’ll ask that Officer Thompson is put on another case tomorrow.” 

Her eyes go wide as she pulls back, embarrassment burning in her cheeks as she shakes her head, feeling even more ridiculous than she had before, “No, Aaron, that’s not-”

“You’re my priority and I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable,” he says, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her close, “I’m sure she’ll get over it.” 

Emily hums and tilts her head to look up at him, “As the last person you tried to throw off your team, I’ve got to say you don’t have a great track record of getting rid of us.” 

He chuckles and shakes his head at her before he kisses the side of her head, “You’re the exception, Em. You always have been,” he kisses her cheek and pulls back, running his hand up and down her arm as she snuggles against him, so exhausted she’s sure she could fall asleep sitting up like this, “So JJ noticed?”

She laughs dryly, “Yeah,” she says, shaking her head as she remembers her earlier conversation with her friend, and she shifts their joint hands to her belly, “The flirting isn’t the only thing she noticed” 

He frowns at her, his eyebrows threaded together with confusion, “Wait, what?” 

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Missy Moo and the Vegas Crew - Matty Healy × Reader

CW: Some inappropriate language. Literally nothing else unless you count dad!matty and cuteness as a warning xx

WC: 2,051 words

A/N: This is my first time posting on here, and I'm not used to this at all, so please be kind, I'm giving it my best shot, hahaha xxx

Finally. Me time.

A solid hour, maybe even two hours, just to myself. To self indulge in a packet of Cadburys Oreo Bites and a glass.....or two, of mine and Matty's favourite bottle of Red Wine.

Being in a hotel room suite wasn't the same as being at home in our shared living room, but it'll do.

Normally, being in Vegas would mean partying, drinking way too much, and maybe renting out a larger than life limo for all of us to get wasted in going from bar to bar and casino to casino....but I guess you could say things are a bit different for us this time around.

I let out a sigh of relief as I plopped down onto the large cream coloured couch in mine and Matty's suite, casting the show I've been waiting for all year round onto the 65 Inch TV.

I couldn't help but kick my feet excitedly like a child when the theme tune of The Great British Bake Off started playing. A childish grin also spreading across my face as I took a lengthy sip of my glass of Cabernet Sauvignon.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing." Matty's tired voice spoke suddenly, making me jump out of my skin and nearly causing me to spill the wine all over myself and the perfectly cream coloured couch.

I felt like a deer caught in the head lights. I felt like a child being caught doing something that they really weren't supposed to be doing.

I was watching our favourite show....without him. In his eyes, that's the lowest of the lows.

"I- ummm- i-.......sorry." I gave him an apologetic smile while shoving 3 small Oreo Bites from the bag of sweets into my mouth.

"Yeah, right! You're not sorry! Why were you going to watch it without me!" He pouted, his muscles flexing as he crossed his arms over his naked torso.

My eyes, obviously, travelling over every inch of his perfectly sculpted body.

I gulped loudly, my mouth going dry from the effect he has on me. After 8 years together, he still has such an effect on me, which is slightly pathetic.

"I'm sorry baby! I haven't had a second to myself all day, and tomorrow you guys are playing the festival and that's another day gone by where I don't have a second to breathe. I was just being really selfish, I'm sorry." I explained, pausing the TV and getting up off the couch to embrace him.

As I shuffled over to him with my fluffy socked covered feet, I could see his eyes scan over my appearance.

To me, I was at my worst. Wearing his oversized navy Nike jumper and a pair of pyjama shorts underneath with my hair up in a clip, my skin breaking out like crazy even though I am 32 year old woman, but to him I was at my very best.

"You're actually to fucking cute, Y/N." He chuckled as he brought me into his embrace, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist and his face in the crook of my neck, while I rested my head on his shoulder, breathing in his natural scent and running my nails up and down his back lightly.

"And you're too handsome Healy." I giggled quietly, placing a gentle kiss on his temple.

We just stood there like this for a few minutes, taking in each others presence for what feels like the first time today.

"Can I tell you something, Gorgeous?" He whispered against my neck, placing a gentle kiss on my collarbone when he stopped speaking.

"Anything, my love. Anything you want, I'm all ears." I smiled, scratching the hairs at the nape of his neck. Letting out a a slightly high pitched breath as he began to suck slowly on my collarbone.

"You smell like baby powder."

Is he being for fucking real?

"Healy, go and shite!!" I laughed loudly, pushing him away from me as he also laughed hysterically.

"What! You do! It's not a bad thing, just thought you should know." He kept laughing, leaning forward with a hand on his stomach.

"Alright, alright! Whatever! Now, are you going to get yourself a glass of wine or what? Because if you don't get your arse in gear, you can go back into the bedroom and I'll watch Bake Off without you. I don't care." I teased, playing with the strings of his grey joggers as I held in a laugh, knowing how he'd react to such a statement.

"Fuck! Go sit down, I'll be two minutes max, baby. Don't start without me!"

He wasn't joking. He practically skidded across the marble tiled floor to reach the wine, nearly falling flat on his face.

He grabbed a packet of Doritos from the snack box quickly as well, and then there he was.

Sprawled out beside me with his legs over the arm of the sofa, glass of wine resting on his stomach, and his head in my lap facing the TV with eyes glimmering with excitement for the new season.

"Ah, look! Didn't know I was on this season of Bake Off." He commented as someone named Matty appeared on the screen. His facial expression showed that he was clearly proud of himself for such a joke as he smugly took a sip of his wine.

"Wow, that was a good one, babe." I laughed, even though it was terrible, but it made me laugh nonetheless.

The more the show went on the more he got into it.

He gets more and more into it every year, and I find it to be one of the sweetest things about him. He gets invested in everything I'm invested in on purpose.

"Jesus, fair fucks to Dan. I couldn't make a cake like that." He sat up straight, leaning forward and staring at the chocolate fudge cake that one of the bakers had made in complete awe.

"Yeah, he's a good one. I really like Abbi and Cristy, though. They're really strong bakers. Oh! And I love Allison Hammond being on it now."

We did our own commentary through the whole show. Both me and Matty nearly wetting ourselves laughing over someone making a lobster cake.

As the first episode came to an end, it was announced that Dan, definitely Matty's favourite for the moment, was Star Baker.

"Yeah! Fucking come on! I'll bet fifteen quid on it that he's this years winner." He rubbed his hands together enthusiastically, turning his body to face me.

"Matt, sweetheart, it's literally one episode in. He could be shite next week."

"Sssshhh, don't say that! Dan is such a lad, he has this season in the bag!" He shushed me, placing a finger over my mouth as he tutted in disapproval.

"Daddy, who's Dan?" A small voice yawned from the corner of the room where the door to our bedroom was. Confused as to what was going on in her sleepy state.

"Rosie? Sweetie, what are you doing up?" Matty cooed as he got up quickly to go over to our three year old daughter, scooping her up into his arms and carrying her over to the couch me and Matty were sitting on.

"Couldn't sleep. Missed Mummy and Daddy." She whined quietly, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with her small fists.

"Aww, we missed you too, baby girl. Do you have your blankie?" I smiled sweetly with loving eyes at our daughter, rubbing her cheek that wasn't against her dad's shoulder with my index finger.

"No, Uncle Ross has it." She whimpered with sudden sadness at the realisation that the reason she couldn't sleep was because she didn't have her baby blanket tucked up beside her.

Ross probably still had it in his carry on bag after it fell out of her hand while she was asleep in my arms as we were getting off the plane early this afternoon. He picked it up in an instant knowing his mini best friend would be distraught without it.

"Uh oh! We'll have to do something about that, won't we angel?" Matty spoke gently to her as he matted down her messy brown curls with the palm of his hand.

"Mammy's on it! I'll ring Uncle Ross, and he'll have your blankie here in no time, baby." I placed a kiss on her cheek before heading into the bedroom to get my phone off of my nightstand.

He answered the phone in seconds, apologising for not giving it to me or Matty earlier, and promising he'd be there in minutes.

"All done, my love!! Your special delivery is on its way." I reassured her as I sat back down beside Rosie and Matty.

She didn't reply, and I could see the way her eyes fluttered that she was close to falling back asleep in her dad's arms.

Rosie was 100% identical to her dad. From the brown curls to her witty personality and she even had the same freckle/birthmark on her left cheek like Matty.

The amount of love I felt in my heart for my sweet girl was overwhelming, and her looking exactly like the love of my life made my heart burst at the sight of her even more.

"Is she asleep?" Matty whispered as his eyes focused to the right of him where I was, but keeping his head resting on top of Rosie's.

Before I could answer his question, Rosie answered it for me.

"No, no, Daddy. I need to see Uncle Ross first." She protested, but the sleepy drool that was escaping the side of her mouth and onto Matty's bare shoulder said otherwise.

"Is that -"

"Drool? Yeah, she's drooling." I finished Matty's sentence, clasping a hand over my mouth to stop myself from laughing at my daughter's sleepy state.

"It's okay. Only when it's my princess, though, isn't that right, RoRo?" He murmured against her forehead.

It took all the effort in the world and in her little body to nod her head yes, rubbing her head slightly aggressively against Matty's shoulder to try and cuddle into his embrace deeper.

She clearly began to become uncomfortable while trying to wait for Ross to return her blankie, and she was a fidgeting and crying mess.

Clearly, sleep deprived and feeling super uncomfortable because of it.

"Ssshhh, it's okay. Don't cry, baby. Uncle Ross will be here soon, I promise. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere." Matty tried his best to lull her back into some kind of comfort, but there was no hope.

The only thing that stopped her from letting out a large sob was the very musical sounding knock on the door, which I'm assuming must be Ross.

I was quick to get to the door, not wasting a second longer that could be a second that my daughter spent with her blanket.

"Ross, thank god you're- oh....hi, what are you guys doing here?"

Ross stood right in front as George, Adam, and Charli stood behind him, all of them in their comfy attire and wearing sleepy smiles.

"Well, we thought we'd have a bit of a sleepover until Missy Moo gets back to sleep." Ross spoke innocently, a wide smile spreading across his face as he tried to get a good look into the room and spot Rosie.

"Oh, and Matty texted George saying you were watching the Great British Bake Off, and if you think I'm missing out on watching it, you are so wrong." Charli piped in.

I was quick to welcome them in and Rosie was more than happy to see her uncles and her aunt Charli walking into the room to spend time with her.

I didn't bother to explain me and Matty had already finished the episode. I just replayed it without arguing, finding it funny how a bunch of grown men could be so obsessed with a baking show.

I glanced over to my left to see Rosie now fast asleep, her face smushed up against Matty's shoulder that was covered by her blankie, and her right hand holding onto mattys left index and middle finger loosely.

Was this like any normal trip to Vegas that we were all used to?

No.

Did I get to have an hour of peace and quiet to just myself?

No.

But would I change any of this for a moment of silence and selfishness.

You bet your arse I could never do such a thing.

[becoming-the-bridgertons]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕 | 𝒙𝒗𝒊. 𝑾𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚: 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆

pairings. violet ledger x ellie bridgerton

summary. violet and ellie go out clubbing

word count. 13.1 K

warnings. mature content, smut

note. written in RP format by @lifesizehysteria and @shmaptainwrites

“Maybe we should have gone shopping before eating,” Ellie laughed as she patted her stomach that was feeling rather full. She and Violet had walked to the nearby shops after a late lunch, wandering around until they found one that looked like it had what could pass for clothes one would wear clubbing. 

Currently, they were in a small place clearly geared towards a younger crowd, thumbing through racks. 

“I have an idea.” Ellie turned and caught Violet’s eye, a glimmer of mischief in her own. “Why don’t we pick out each other’s outfits?”

Violet pursed her lips. “Okay…” she began hesitantly. “But nothing super crazy, promise?” There was a certain line Violet liked to maintain with her clothing and while she didn’t mind dressing up a little for her wife, knowing others were looking put her a bit on edge. She did have to admit, however, picking an outfit for Ellie was an enticing proposition. 

“Promise,” Ellie said, grinning as she winked since she couldn’t kiss her cheek the way she wanted to. Of course, she would never choose anything that Violet would be uncomfortable in, but getting to dress her in a way that was totally suited to what Ellie found attractive? It already had her gears turning. “Should we split up and meet in the dressing rooms in a bit?”

“Sure,” Violet nodded. “Ready. Set. Go!” Her tone was light and teasing, and they went in opposite directions, looking around for different things. Violet wasn’t quite sure what she wanted Ellie to wear so she simply picked a few random items that she thought, at the very least, Ellie would like and look good in. She made sure to include green in her choices, knowing it was the colour she had always associated with her wife, and she couldn’t help but smile at the thought of her wearing. For Violet, having the colour included would probably be enough to make her more than happy. 

Ellie walked through the shop, picking out items as she went, careful not to get too risqué in her choices while still maybe pushing a little at the line Violet would normally draw for herself. She wasn’t interested in making her wife uncomfortable, that would defeat the purpose. But she was curious to see her in some things that she wouldn’t normally go for. Ultimately, it would be Violet’s call, but Ellie would have fun playing dress up either way. After she felt she had some good options, she caught Violet’s eye over the racks between them and gave her a thumbs up to tell her she was ready. 

Violet met Ellie by the change rooms and the attendant gave them two rooms side by side, seeing as they were shopping together. Before entering, they swapped clothes and Violet took a glance at some of what Ellie picked, curious of how it would all turn out when it was on her. She went into the room and picked up the first outfit, changing and then taking a look at herself in the mirror. “Ready?” she asked. 

In the dressing room, Ellie shifted through the options Violet picked out, noticing a distinct green theme, which felt like exactly what she would have expected. She still wore the tiny emerald ring every day that Violet had gotten her as a graduation present, though several years ago it had been joined by a matching amethyst one, stacked together on her index finger so that she and Violet were always together. 

After sorting the items into outfits that she liked, she first pulled on an emerald green velvet dress. The little cap sleeves were trimmed in black lace, as was the hem of the skirt that fell quite high on her thighs. It was cute, and she could see what Violet liked about it.

“Ready,” she said as she stepped out of her room. 

“This skirt looked longer on the rack,” Violet commented, looking down at her own outfit, noticing that it really put the mini in mini skirt. 

Her shirt was blue and a little tighter than she usually would have gone for, but not enough that it was uncomfortable. It had sleeves that came down just above her elbows and a square neckline that, again, came a little lower than she was used to. “That dress looks lovely on you, though,” she commented, finally tearing her gaze away from her own appearance.

“Thank you, love. It is rather cute. Not sure it’s right for clubbing, but I might get it anyway.” Standing slightly behind Violet as they shared the mirror in Violet’s dressing room, she turned around, looking over her shoulder at her own reflection. “Makes my arse look good,” she caught Violet’s eyes in the mirror and wiggled her eyebrows at her before turning back around and really taking in her wife’s reflection. Particularly the expanse of creamy white leg showing beneath the hem of her skirt. 

“It is rather short, isn’t it? I think there’s one that’s a bit longer in there,” she offered, noting that Violet seemed a bit apprehensive about the length. Personally, Ellie appreciated it, but Violet being uncomfortable would ruin any sort of enjoyment she might have gotten from it. “I like this though,” she said as she traced a finger along the skin above Violet’s neckline, locking eyes with her in the mirror as she did so. “This color is stunning on you.��

“I like the shirt a lot actually,” Violet said. “Might get it for date nights if I don’t get it for today. It’s definitely growing on me the longer I have it on.” She looked back at herself in the mirror again. “Shall we try another set?” Her eye caught the other skirt that Ellie had picked out, noticing it might be more to her taste, and she wanted to give it a go. 

Ellie nodded and scurried back to her own room. She pulled off the dress and hung it on the other hook, deciding it was coming home with them. It would be good for date nights or the office holiday party. As she changed into another outfit, she took the time to look at her body, noticing some of the changes. After three months of breastfeeding, she had shed any leftover weight from pregnancy, but her belly was permanently marked with lines that were beginning to fade, and it had a particular softness she was still getting used to. Her breasts were full and heavy and her thighs were thicker than they’d been before, which, as far as she could tell, was going to be a permanent change. None of it was unpleasant, just different in a way she hadn’t quite gotten used to. She briefly wondered how Violet felt about it before moving on and getting another outfit. 

She pulled on a hunter green crop top that crossed in the front under her bust, and featured a large vertical opening where the two strips of crossed fabric parted along the length of one breast. She absolutely would not be able to wear her nursing bra, or any bra for that matter. Throwing on a pair of high waisted black shorts with it, she came out of her room and knocked on Violet’s door. “Ready?” 

“Just about!” Violet called back. She was still trying to get everything in place and examining herself in the mirror. For this outfit, Ellie had chosen some tighter faux leather pants along with a purple sequined tank top. She liked the colour and didn’t mind the styles, she just wasn’t sure if it was right for her. “Okay, I’m done,” she called back and they stepped out of their rooms, and Violet had to clench her jaw to keep it from dropping at the sight of Ellie. She swallowed thickly, sure a pink tinge was coming to her cheeks simply at the sight of her wife in such a shirt. “Wow,” she breathed. “I, um…yeah, just wow,” she chuckled nervously. 

Violet’s obviously positive reaction made Ellie feel instantly more attractive, a confidence coming over her. Nothing boosted her confidence like knowing Violet found her attractive, and the reminder was very welcome. “I take it you like it?” 

Violet pressed her lips together and nodded her head. “I’m not going to lie, I just grabbed a bunch of green things and tossed it in the basket, I didn’t realize this would be so…” she didn’t finish her sentence, unsure of where the words would take her if she did. “Are you-ahem,” she cleared her throat. “It’s not too open or anything for you? You like it?”

“You mean this?” she said as she ran her fingers, purposefully slow, along the edge of the cutout that sat over her breast. “I think it’s fucking hot,” she said, winking her her wife, appreciating the way the pink in her cheeks deepened beneath her freckles. 

“Good,” she smiled. “I’m glad you like it.” She paused and looked down at her own outfit, still unsure about it. She turned around for Ellie and pursed her lips. “What do you think? I’m not sure I’m feeling this. It doesn’t look bad, but ehh…”

Ellie looked her over. Purple always suited her, which Ellie always found amusingly fitting. But she was right. It was fine but didn’t feel like Violet. “I liked the blue shirt better,” she said, even as she fussed with the straps of the tank top, making the neckline shift and the sequins sparkle, her fingers ghosting along Violet’s skin as she did so. 

“So did I. Let me go and try on something else. I’m sure the perfect pair is just waiting for me,” she assured Ellie, quickly slipping back into the room and putting on what looked to be a sheer lace top, but as she was slipping it on, she noticed it was fully lined. The front was lower cut, but the sleeves were long and it wasn’t cropped, so Violet figured she could live with it. It displayed all the freckles across her chest which Ellie loved so much, and she got a fluttering feeling in her stomach at what her wife would think of it. The skirt that went with it was high waisted and black to match the lace and fit snugly against her hips and thighs, cutting off at about the middle of her thighs. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled; she had a feeling this would be the one. 

“El, come look at this,” she called and opened the door for her wife to step into the room and take a look at what she was wearing. 

While Violet was changing, Ellie went back to her own room and thumbed through the options for bottoms, not sure she loved the shorts with the top that was clearly going to win out over anything else she could have tried on. The look on Violet’s face accompanied by the way she had tripped over her words told Ellie everything she needed to know. 

Among the options was a green, gray, and black plaid high waisted mini skirt that matched the green of the top perfectly. She shimmied out of the shorts and pulled on the skirt that landed almost dangerously high on her thigh and knew right then that that was the one. There was no way Violet was going to pick anything else. She looked good, and she had no problem admitting it. 

At Violet’s beckoning, she went back to the other dressing room and at the sight of her wife, her jaw dropped open, eyes fully ogling Violet’s reflection in the mirror. 

“Christ, Vi. You…” she blew out a breath, trying to make her brain form more coherent thoughts but found it impossible. Instead, she stepped fully into the small room, closed the door behind her and slid the lock closed. Her eyes, suddenly darker than normal, roamed Violet’s reflection as she stepped up behind her, letting her hands slide from her back, around her waist to the front of her, the lace of the top rough against her palms. She dipped her head slightly, brushing her nose against the edge of her ear. “I need you to wear this tonight,” she whispered against her ear as her eyes held Violet’s in the mirror. 

“Way ahead of you,” Violet grinned and since they were given the added privacy of a closed door she pulled Ellie in for a quick kiss, but pushed her away before anything else could happen. “And speaking of…” Her hands dipped down lower, fiddling with the hem of Ellie’s short skirt. “Maybe we should get a few things to match underneath?” Violet bit her lip, looking up at Ellie with blown pupils merely at the thought. “And you can go as crazy as you want with that because I know you’re the only one seeing those,” she whispered into her wife’s ear. 

Ellie’s whole body stiffened in response to both the suggestion and the way Violet played with the hem of her skirt, her fingertips brushing against her skin. She had to breathe slowly to keep herself under control because the closed door afforded them enough privacy to convince her brain that they could get away with much more than they could actually get away with. Still, the knowledge didn’t stop her from pulling Violet in against her by the waist again, letting her head drop down almost to her lips but remaining an inch away as she spoke so her breath rushed against Violet’s mouth. “Or…we could just skip it altogether,” she said, her voice a low, barely audible whisper to ensure her words were for Violet only.

Violet felt all the air leave her lungs, Ellie taking things one step further as she usually did, much to her delight. “Deal,” she breathed, her hands moving to Ellie’s waist and squeezing tighter so that she could ground herself. “I think we should still get some goodies for home though, don’t you?” She looked up at her through brown lashes. “Just to…spice things up sometimes.”

Ellie’s face lit up with an eager grin. “Deal.” She let her nose brush against the tip of Violet’s, nudging it lightly before lowering her head and kissing her with much more restraint than she would have liked, but hoping the lightness of it might help build just a little more tension that she imagined would only continue to grow through the night.

“Alright then, I think I know what I’m buying.” Violet cleared her throat and brushed off the clothes she was wearing, trying not to focus on the persistent thrum she felt just below her gut. “You?”

“Mhmm. I like this skirt better than the shorts.” Violet nodded her agreement so Ellie went back to her own dressing room, a bit reluctantly if she was being honest, and changed back into her own clothes, gathering everything else to put on the return rack. “Ready to go?” she asked when Violet stepped out of her dressing room.

Violet nodded her head and offered to take Ellie’s clothes so that she could take them through the till and pay for them. They shopped around a little more, getting a few goodies here and there in the form of clothes, food, and occasionally some makeup, before calling it and heading back to the hotel, bags in hand. 

When they arrived back to their room, Violet sat on the couch and pulled out the clothes she was going to wear that night, mentally calculating what she would do with her hair and makeup.

Ellie sat down beside Violet, also taking out her outfit for the night and beginning to remove price tags. “Do you want to stop for dinner somewhere on the way?” She wasn’t particularly hungry yet since they had had a late lunch, but since there wouldn’t be food at the club, she figured it might be worth their while to eat a little something beforehand. Neither of them drank often and going out on an empty stomach, even if they kept their drinking to a minimum, probably wasn’t the best idea.

“Maybe room service is best tonight,” Violet suggested. “That way we can get something small, or big and just put it in the fridge and heat it up later. If we’re going to be out late I’m not sure how much I want to eat out, too.” She stood up and went over to grab the room service menu so that they could at least have a look at what could be brought to the room, while also having the option to go down and eat inside the hotel’s restaurant.

“Good idea, my love,” Ellie agreed as she watched Violet get up and cross the room. She seemed to be spending her day oscillating between being completely enamored with her wife and being overwhelmed with desire for her, and at the moment she was sitting there watching her with adoration for just existing as she did. Smart and kind, gentle and so adorable, sometimes it hurt. A lovestruck smile spread across her face. “Come back here,” she requested, reaching out her hands and beckoning Violet over with grabby hands. 

Violet sat back down and leaned into Ellie’s side, offering her the menu to glance at while they were cuddled comfortably together on the couch. “This doesn’t look too bad, maybe we can share it?” she suggested. “We can order it a little while later, but not too close to when we’re going out. I don’t want to dance on a full stomach,” Violet chuckled. 

“That’s perfect. I don’t want to either, but we also shouldn’t drink on empty stomachs.” Ellie wrapped her arms around Violet’s waist, nuzzling her nose against her shoulder. There was a flutter in the pit of her stomach, and she realized just how much she was looking forward to the evening. It was so different from anything they normally did, and she was beginning to think that maybe they needed these little trips into another life a little more often. Not because either of them didn’t love their life, but just so they didn’t end up in the rut of routine. “I’m really excited about tonight,” she admitted, giving Violet a little squeeze. 

“Me too,” Violet grinned and turned her face so that her nose was pressing into Ellie’s cheek. “Vi and El’s night out on the town.” She was excited to just let go in a space where they could be together and simply be to each other as they were every day. “I think it’ll be good for us to party a bit. I feel like I live in a little shell, and I need to get out of it.”

“Mhmm, me too. We’re in our own little bubble at home, and even though I love our life, I love our family so much, sometimes it’s nice to remember what else is out there and that we’re still young.” Ellie brought a hand up to Violet’s chin, grasping it between her thumb and her finger to tilt her face up. She kissed her fervently but with a strong undercurrent of love, her two flip flopping emotions finally coming together in an intoxicating mixture that swirled in the pit of her stomach. She loved Violet so fiercely, worshipped her with a level of devotion that felt surreal in its magnitude, yet she also desired her on a near constant basis, and had since she was seventeen, so young and hopelessly infatuated. Nothing had changed since then except that now she got to act on it because Violet loved and desired her back. And how fortunate she was for that. 

“I love you, Linah,” Violet murmured after they had pulled apart, resting her forehead against her wife’s. She adjusted herself so that she was sitting on Ellie’s lap, straddling her waist, but her back hunched and her head resting against Ellie’s shoulder, her lips pressed in a pout. She took Ellie’s hand and played with the many rings that adorned her fingers along with the one she had bought her all those years ago. She brought Ellie’s hand close to her mouth, starting by slowly kissing the tips of each of her fingers, one by one, from her pinky, all the way to her index finger. 

She wasn’t sure what overcame her, but before she knew it her tongue darted out of her mouth moving along the length of Ellie’s index finger before she enclosed her mouth around it, pulling her finger slowly out with a resounding pop. 

Ellie felt her entire body clench, the hand that rested on the back of Violet’s thigh gripping into the softness that laid beneath her jeans. Her heart was beating in her throat as she dragged her now damp finger down the center of Violet’s lips, tugging on her lower one so her lips were slightly parted before tracing her fingertip along the inner edge that glistened in the late afternoon light streaming in the window. Looking down at her, she pressed her finger back into her mouth, her own mouth hanging open slightly as she squeezed her thighs together against the pulse hammering between them. 

Violet swirled her tongue around Ellie’s finger, lifting her head off her shoulder and now looking at her dead on. She dragged her hands down from her wife’s shoulders over the front of her chest, resting there lightly, careful not to put any pressure on already tender breasts. She stayed like that for a moment before taking Ellie’s finger out of her mouth, her hand on her wrist, gripping with a firm pressure. 

Ellie brought her hand around from the back of Violet’s thigh to the front of her jeans, letting it push up under the hem of her shirt until her fingertips grazed over her skin, dancing over her navel, pressing lightly into her abs. She wasn’t sure exactly what Violet’s plan was, but there was a swirl of want in the pit of her stomach that made her sure she would follow wherever she led her. 

Violet bit her lower lip and paused for a moment, eyes narrowing in thought. There was a delicious undercurrent that followed them wherever they went. Waiting. But she knew tonight would only add to it, seeing Ellie dressed up all in her clothes while her wife was dishing up exactly what Violet was giving back to her, and all of that happening when they knew they could only go so far. There was something tantalizing about it, and she had a need, an urge to follow through. “I have an idea,” Violet grinned, pressing her lips against the shell of Ellie’s ear, biting down lightly, letting her teeth graze along the skin there.

Ellie’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes fluttering closed while her fingers gripped at the flesh beneath them. “Yeah?” Her voice was breathless, already desperate beyond any reasonable measure from the relatively small amount of interaction they had had up to that point. 

“Tonight, let’s get ready separately,” she whispered, tracing a line down Ellie’s chest, over her breast. “I’ll get a cab and head to the club a little earlier and when you get there…act like we’ve never met. Tonight, let’s not be Violet and Ellie. Let’s have a little fun with it, and then later, when you’ve earned it, I’ll let you bring me back and fuck me ‘til I can’t stand any longer.”

“Good god, Vi,” Ellie whispered, her eyes wide, unable to maintain any semblance of detachment or any more coherent thoughts because what Violet just said left her absolutely floored. Every time she thought she had her wife completely figured out, she managed to surprise her again. And this time really surprised her. 

Violet hummed and looked at her wife curiously. “Do you not like it?” she asked, trying not to let any insecurity slip into her voice. She had been feeling such an itch to get out of her shell, and what better way to do that than pretend she was someone else?

Violet’s question snapped Ellie out of the many, very dirty images playing through her mind and back to the present, forcing her brain to start working again. 

“What? God, no, Violet I, I love it, I just…I think my brain just malfunctioned at the thought.” She laughed because it was that or flip Violet over onto the couch and take her right then and there, and that wasn’t really keeping the spirit of things, was it? Still, she let her eyes wander down over Violet’s body, making it clear she was very interested in her proposition. “You know what it does to me when you say that word,” she said, allowing her voice to drop down into her chest. 

Having caught up, the flame reignited inside her, and she looked at Violet from beneath want-heavy lids, urging her closer with a hand at the back of her neck. She let her mouth just barely brush against her lips and said, “Now, go order us something from room service before I eat you for dinner.”

Violet felt a cheeky smile come across her lips as she pushed herself away from Ellie, going to the phone over by the desk and ringing the concierge to order food. After she hung up, she purposely walked towards the guest bedroom, grabbing her bags of clothes and makeup on the way, swinging her hips a little wider than usual and throwing a glance over her shoulder at her wife who was still ogling her from behind. “Better get those gears turning, Ellie Belly. I’m gonna need something to call you tonight, and it isn’t going to be your name.”

After watching until her wife disappeared into the guest room, Ellie pushed herself up onto legs that were slightly shaky, once again surprised by just how strong an effect Violet had on her. Gathering the remaining clothes from their shopping, she headed to the other bedroom. 

The very first thing she did was pump. There was no way she was getting through the evening if she didn’t, and she was not about to let something like that get in their way. 

When she was done, she headed to the en-suite to get ready. She decided to go for a slightly grungy eye look, smudging her eyeliner a bit over dark gray eyeshadow and going heavy on the mascara. In order to add a vampy touch to the look, she put on a deep burgundy lipstick that was a gorgeous contrast to the hunter green of her top and would look so pretty decorating the pale skin of Violet’s neck. Lastly she laid down her baby hairs into small curves along her hairline. 

When the room service arrived, she called out to Violet. “I’ll get my food and bring it back to our room, then you can come get yours,” before going and doing just that. “Okay, it’s safe,” she called as she went to sit on the bed with her food. By that point, her stomach was rumbling, and she was looking forward to it. 

Violet went to get her food, dressed up and in the middle of getting her hair fixed, bringing it to the room and setting it aside. She would eat after she finished her hair, but before her makeup. She was loosely curling her hair, simply creating waves along the short brown strands before teasing them slightly and shaking them out to give it a bit of dimension and volume. When she was done, she flipped some of her hair over her middle part, making it more of a messy side part and she smiled, pleased with her work. 

She quickly ate the food she had brought into the room and went over to do her makeup in the washroom in the main area, closing the door behind her. She decided she wanted to do something outside of the norm to fit with everything they were planning, and so she went for a dark pencil eyeliner around her eyes, not too heavily, but enough to outline them and make the light colour of her irises pop in a particular way, along with a good coat of mascara on her lashes. She lined her lips with a lip liner that wasn’t too dark, yet still noticeable, and topped it off with some gloss.

She popped the liner and gloss in her purse and checked herself in the mirror before deciding everything was in good shape and she could head out. “Ellie, I’m going to call a cab now,” she said. “I’ll see you there, huh?”

Ellie stood just inside the doorway of the bedroom, careful to stay where she couldn’t accidentally sneak a peek because it was taking all of her restraint not to. 

“Okay, I’ll follow in about twenty minutes,” she called back. “See you there. Love you.” 

“Love you, too.” Violet blew her a kiss and made her way out of the room and outside of the hotel to the street where she hailed a cab and gave them the address of the club. 

When she arrived, she quickly ordered a drink to settle her nerves standing at the bar, sipping away at it, watching all the dancing unfold in front of her while she settled into the scene, waiting for Ellie to come. 

Ellie didn’t make it the full twenty minutes before heading down to catch a cab. She was too excited and couldn’t just sit there any longer. With her purse tucked under her arm, she made her way inside, her eyes adjusting to the contrast of the dim lighting and the neon signs lining the walls. 

The base of the music thumped in her ears and rattled in her chest as she scanned the room. Surely, her wife wouldn’t be dancing yet. It wasn’t like her to dance solo. Finally, standing by the bar, she recognized the lace of the black top she had bought earlier, along with the short brown hair styled in voluminous waves. Ellie’s mouth began to water just seeing her from the back, thinking about what it was they were actually about to do, and it took her a minute to uproot her feet from the floor. 

Crossing over to the bar, she went to the opposite end from where her wife was and ordered a rum and Coke. She stood there taking sips, letting the alcohol settle her nerves a bit as she watched Violet from afar, playing the part by making her wait for Ellie to make her move, studying the way she fidgeted at the edge of her glass with her thumb, how she looked around the room every so often as subtly as she could, avoiding eye contact with almost everyone except the bartender. 

Violet sensed Ellie’s presence near her, it was like a magnet pulling her closer, but she resisted and instead called the bartender over again. “Can I get a top up, please?” she asked, and he nodded while she thanked him with a smile, a hand running through her waves, already feeling the buzz from the drink she’d just had. 

It was hard to stay aloof, but she used every ounce of willpower she could to fight back the urge to just fall into their regular roles. No, tonight would be different, they both made sure of that.

Finally, Ellie pushed herself away from the bar and walked down to the other end, slipping herself in between Violet and the young woman next to her, close enough to feel her warmth but not close enough for their arms to touch on accident. She leaned her elbows atop the bar, her glass clutched in both her hands. Her head turned just slightly so that she could get a glimpse of the beautiful woman standing beside her. Her heart started to beat a little harder, and she bit her lip as she looked away again.

She took another drink, unsure if the heat in her cheeks was from the alcohol already or Violet’s presence. After another minute, she turned her head fully towards her wife and said, “You know, I was going to ask if I could buy you a drink, but I see you have one already. What are the chances I could get a dance instead?”

Violet side-eyed Ellie and leaned more into the bar, cementing her position there, taking her drink from the bartender and thanking him before sipping on it, trying to maintain an air of disinterest. “I don’t tend to dance with just anybody,” Violet said, but didn’t want to shut her down too hard. She simply wanted to enjoy the chase. “But there’s nothing that says you can’t buy me another drink.” 

Her tone was slightly flirty, yet still distant, she still wasn’t maintaining eye contact with Ellie, only sending her glances every once in a while, as she was partially bent over the bar counter, the back of her skirt riding up just slightly as to offer a tiny bit more skin. 

Ellie licked her lips, pulling her bottom lip in between her teeth to bite back the grin that threatened at Violet’s play. Fair enough, she thought. If Violet wanted to be pursued, she would happily play the enthusiastic suitor. 

“I’ll drink to that,” she said, clinking her glass against Violet’s before sliding her straw between her lips, taking a slow drink while maintaining the longest eye contact they had shared up to that point.

Then, turning away, she flagged down the bartender, dropping a few bills on the counter.  “Whenever this angel is done, can you make sure she gets one more, please? On me.” The bartender took the money and agreed, and Ellie turned back towards Violet, shifting so her body faced her, one elbow still on the bar as she leaned her side against it.

“So,” she said as casually as she could, “what does it take for someone to not be ‘just anyone?’ Because I would really love the opportunity to dance with the most beautiful woman…in this club.” She almost said “in the world” before remembering the role she was playing and not wanting to come on too strong. She was supposed to be winning this stranger over, not scaring her away, and now that she had a challenge in front of her, even if it was technically fake, she had every intention of accepting it head on, as she always did. 

Violet took a long sip of her drink while she thought of an answer. It was a good point, what would Ellie have to do in order to gain her favour? She put her drink down on the counter and turned slightly towards Ellie. “Dancing is very…intimate,” she offered. “Just like you wouldn’t go around sleeping with just anyone, I try to keep those same rules with dancing. I like to get to know someone first, make sure they’re…worthy.” She put emphasis on the last word as if to remind Ellie what was in store for her if she proved herself, which Violet had no doubt she would. “Let’s start with your name,” she said, taking another sip. “What do I call you?”

Ellie let a casual smile tilt her lips to one side, her eyes gleaming as she held her gaze on Violet’s face. She looked stunning with heavy black eyeliner against the blue of her eyes, noticeable even in the low light, the contrast to the light makeup on the rest of her face practically forcing the eye to them. Even if they weren’t already married, and she wasn’t guaranteed to leave with her, Violet would still be the one she would be hoping to take home with her. 

“Starting out easy, I see. I appreciate that, but I think you’ll find it’s not necessary.” The smile she gave her was just cocky enough to be charming as she reached out her hand. “I’m Jen.”

“Charmed.” Violet smiled, taking her hand and then with her left, lifting her glass to her lips to take a sip of her drink. “Sarah,” she offered her own name, with a polite nod of her head. “So Jen, what do you do? Who am I getting myself entangled with tonight?”

“Sarah…” Ellie let the name sit on her tongue as she searched her face. “That suits you.” First, she shook her hand, but then she brought it up to her lips, pressing a chaste kiss to her knuckles before letting go, noticing the hint of burgundy left behind. The first of many, she knew. 

“I’m an artist,” she said, shrugging a shoulder like it was old news, maintaining her character’s casually confident facade. “Which means I know beauty when I see it.” She cocked one eyebrow as she swept her gaze down the length of Violet’s body, letting the tip of her tongue dart out to wet just the very inner edge of her lips, careful not to smudge her lipstick. “What about you, Sarah? How do you spend your time?”

Violet hummed and tapped her fingers against her glass. “With children.” Great, she thought to herself. Even in my fantasy I’m practically a mother. She laughed a little to herself because clearly she had something she gravitated towards, and her mind was becoming too fuzzy to think of anything else. “I’m an au pair,” she explained. “Clearly, I have tomorrow off.”

Ellie hummed, her eyes narrowing and her smile growing the tiniest bit devious. “So, you’re a good girl, then, hmm?” She took a small step forward so that her body was nearly touching Violet’s, but maintaining just enough distance to ensure they wouldn’t touch unless it was purposeful. “Surely, it must be exhausting, always being responsible, always being in charge.” Leaning forward, she dropped her voice down into a throaty whisper. “It must be nice to let someone else take charge every once in a while.”

Violet tried to hold up the facade, knowing internally her composure was already broken, and she was already so desperate for her wife. Ellie was not going to make this easy. As nonchalantly as she could, Violet shrugged and downed the rest of her drink before calling the bartender for a top up. She looked over to Ellie, biting on her lower lip suggestively. “Depends on whether someone else will make it worth my while,” she said, voice low and sultry. “I just like dancing and other intimate activities, I don’t give up control for just anyone.”

Ellie needed to get Violet away from the bar. She was on drink number three and they hadn’t even been there an hour. She was going to be smashed if they kept it going at this rate, then nothing was going to happen except sleeping off a hangover tomorrow.

She let her eyes drop down to Violet’s lips, unconsciously licking the corner of her own, her desire to kiss them maxed out simply because she couldn’t. Yet. Her gaze dragged back up to Violet’s, where her own desire was showing in the darkening of her pupils. “I like a woman who can do both,” she said, as she finally broke the line of contact, dragging her fingertip, wet from the condensation of her glass, along the length of Violet’s forearm, the cold water seeping into the lace of her sleeve. “Tell you what. You give me one dance, one chance to show you I can make it worth your while… And if I don’t, I’ll pay for you to buy a drink for any woman here you want.”

Violet sighed and took one more sip of her new drink, offering her hand to Ellie. “Alright Jen, time to prove me wrong,” she said, still maintaining the air of detachment between them when the cold touch of Ellie’s finger turned her on fire. 

Ellie led her out towards the dance floor, and Violet, with eyes only for her wife, felt her inhibitions slipping away as she was with her. Maybe it was the alcohol making her vision blurry, but for Violet, it was as if only she and Ellie were in the club.

Excitement and anticipation stirred around in Ellie’s stomach, making her heart beat a little faster as she led Violet to the dance floor by the hand. It took every ounce of restraint not to pull her immediately in against her, forcing herself to keep the role she played in mind and maintain a bit of distance as they began to dance. 

The bass was strong, thrumming in her chest, making an irregular pattern with her own pulse. She turned Violet towards her, letting her hips begin to swing with the beat of the song as she urged her wife a few steps closer with a gentle tug on her hand that was still their only point of contact. Her eyes were focused on Violet, appreciating the way her body began to move, the way the lace of her shirt dipped down low enough to provide a spectacular view of her cleavage that bounced a little as she danced. She bit her lip as she drew Violet in even closer, pulling her arm over Ellie’s shoulder and releasing her hand so she could bring her own hands to Violet’s hips, providing a gentle push and pull as they swung from side to side. Their bodies were still fairly far apart, but the additional contact, however small, had Ellie desperate for more, but she resisted for the moment.

“You’re not a bad dancer,” Violet called over the music. “Not as bold as I expected, but not bad,” she teased, bringing herself closer, her breath now fanning over Ellie, the scent of a fruity cocktail overtaking both of them. She looked at Ellie with big doe eyes, filled with mischief while simultaneously appreciating the view in front of her. The patches of skin offered to her from the shirt they had picked earlier that day, not to mention the short skirt that accompanied it, and the fact that it was green? Oh, that was the last straw for Violet. 

She almost closed the gap between them, looking deep into Ellie’s brown eyes, darkened and accentuated by the smokey makeup, and it wasn’t long before she turned herself around, taking Ellie’s hands and making sure they were planted firmly on her hips as she made sure her ass was backed into Ellie’s front while moving continuously in swaying motions, knees bending as they lowered themselves before extending and coming back up so that they were standing, following each beat of the music.

The feeling of Violet pressed so firmly against her, grinding against her as their hips moved in circles together had Ellie’s entire body pulsing. Using her grip on her hips, she pulled Violet even more firmly onto her, slowing her own hips by just a whisper of a beat so that every time Violet’s ass moved back against her, Ellie’s hips were still forward, deepening the pressure of each rock of their hips to something very reminiscent of…other activities.

She let her hands glide up from her hips to her waist, pushing up the hem of her shirt just enough for her fingers to make contact with skin. At the same time, she turned her head so her lips were at the back of her jaw, letting them ghost against the corner while her breath rushed against her skin. Not quite a kiss but almost. 

“Much better, Jen,” Violet hummed, moving her hands up to her hair, still moving and swaying with the music. “But not quite there yet. I did most of the work here.” She turned her head to look at Ellie, their lips practically ghosting each other. “Come on now, show me what you’re made of, darling.” 

Ellie was nothing if not driven by a challenge. “Yes, Ma’am,” she whispered against Violet’s ear before catching Violet’s hand in hers. She brought it up and back, wrapping her arm behind Ellie’s head, knowing she would recognize the move from the movie they had watched so many times as teens. The movement forced Violet’s back to straighten so she was pressed against Ellie’s chest, and she ran her palm firmly down her wife’s side, her fingers brushing over the side of her breast as she went until her hand was down against the front of her thigh, inching up her hem until she could reach skin.

If that wasn’t enough, Ellie brought her other hand up the front of her body, wrapping gently against the base of her neck, taking advantage of the position and pressing an open mouth kiss to the side of her neck, branding her with burgundy. “How’s that, Sarah? Better?”

Violet chuckled, feeling the vibration of her own laugh against Ellie’s hand that was pressed against her neck. “You’ve definitely intrigued me Jen. I think we’re moving in the right direction.” She spoke with conviction as if her teenage fantasies were not coming true right at that very moment and she was indeed not freaking out internally. “But I think if you get one more drink in me you’ll see what’s really in store for you.”

A hum rumbled in Ellie’s chest, into Violet’s back. “Is that so?” She continued to move her body against Violet’s until the song ended, at which point she brought her hands back to her wife’s waist to urge her to turn and face her. “Does that mean I’ve passed this round and proven myself enough to buy you another drink?” She brushed the hair away from Violet’s forehead, tucking it behind her ear. 

“Enough for another drink for now,” she grinned, taking Ellie’s hand and lacing it with her own as she dragged her back towards the bar. She flagged the bartender again and this time changed up what she was drinking before asking Ellie if she wanted anything as well. 

“Another rum and Coke,” she told the bartender from slightly behind Violet, reaching around her to put more cash on the bar for both of them. With a hand on her wife’s hip, she pushed her backward so her back was pressed up against the bar, bracketed between Ellie’s arms as she leaned with her hands on the bar. “You’re a good dancer,” she said before leaning in closer so their lips were almost touching and dropping her voice so it was low and gravely in her chest. “Good Girl has a naughty streak, though.” 

“Whatever do you mean?” she asked innocently, cocking her head to the side. She bit her lower lip before very obviously looking down at Ellie’s. She lifted her hands up to cuddle with the fabric of her shirt, tracing the outline that was cut out just over her breast. “I am the picture of…” she lost her words, simply shrugging it off and attributing it to the alcohol. “Whatever the case is, I know you’ve probably got some pretty pictures of me in your head, Miss Artist.”

Ellie’s skin tingled from Violet’s light touch, desperate for more of it. This was a tortuous game for a woman who had little patience for waiting. “You are most certainly a vision, Sarah,” Ellie said, then with her mouth right next to her ear she continued, “Tell me, just how low do these freckles go?” As she spoke, she dragged her finger down the center of her chest to the line between her breasts, hooking her finger in her neckline and pulling it just a little lower. 

“How low do you want them to go?” Violet asked in a breathy whisper, leaning forward, giving Ellie an enticing almost peekaboo view of her breasts. “Because I believe I know what your answer is, and if I’m right, which I always am, you will be most pleased.”

Ellie’s grip on the bar tightened. She knew how low they went, and now she couldn’t stop picturing them, thinking about connecting them all with her tongue. Her desire for Violet was winning out, making her brain lag, words becoming more difficult. She tried to remind herself to keep her eyes on the prize. The problem was, she didn’t really expect the evening to go any differently whether she dropped the ruse or not. 

Violet’s name was on the top of her tongue, ready to tell her that she couldn’t wait any longer when she was saved by their drinks being set on the bar behind them. Ellie swallowed hard and shifted to one side of her wife, picking up both their drinks and handing Violet’s to her. “Cheers,” was all she said as she took a long drink, hoping it might help her get control of herself. 

Violet took an equally large sip of her drink before lacing her fingers with Ellie’s and dragging her past the dance floor towards a more dark and secluded hallway. 

She had perused the area when she first arrived, trying to get a lay of the land, and when she came across this area she knew it would be perfect. She kept on pulling her wife down the hall, putting her back to one of the doors and opening it wider that way, bringing Ellie inside so she could see the space in front of her. “You know, Jen, I always come prepared,” she whispered, letting go of Ellie’s hand and placing it on her waist, pulling her so that she was flush against her, the door kicked shut with a swift movement of Violet’s leg, and all of a sudden they were alone, the loud bass of the music but a distant thump. “Maybe I should lock the door.”

Ellie barely glanced at the room, it was small, a storage room of some kind. It didn’t matter. It had a locking door and that was really Ellie’s only requirement at that point. 

“I think that’s wise,” she said as she reached around her wife and flipped the lock. Her heart was beating in her throat, along with other places. “Sarah…” she breathed, returning to face her, Ellie’s hands gliding up the lace covering her arms and over her shoulders until her face was in her hands. “I’ve been thinking about this since I first laid eyes on you.” There wasn’t an ounce of effort put into holding back the desire from her voice. She wanted her wife, and she wanted her now. 

Violet licked her lips and leaned in, her lips hovering over Ellie’s ear. “Jen,” she began, “be honest with me. How long has it been since you’ve…danced with someone?” 

She placed her hands high up on Ellie’s sides, practically cupping her breasts, but not quite. 

Violet’s hands sent a shiver down Ellie’s spine, the anticipation of more making her brain foggy. The truth, which Violet knew, of course, was that it had been over a year. An extremely long and exhausting year, and continuing to wait now was an exquisite torture. 

“Too long,” she said, her voice bordering on a whine even though she had not intended it. “I’m afraid I’m out of practice. Shall we see just how much I remember?” One of her hands slid back down Violet’s body, purposefully slow as it glided along the front of her until reaching her hip. She used the flat of her palm to push Violet back against the door, one knee beginning to push its way between Violet’s thighs. She looked down at Violet with darkened eyes, her breathing growing shallow. She was so gorgeous with her pink cheeks and the freckles dusted over her face and her lips that pouted so perfectly. The only thing keeping her from absolutely ravishing her was the character she played. 

Before things could get too far, Violet grabbed Ellie’s wrist and pulled it away, a devious smile on her face. “No,” she said. “This isn’t how this is going to go.” She grabbed her waist and spun her around so that her back was facing the door before sliding down slowly until she was on her knees looking up at her wife. “Your turn first, Jen. You’ve waited long enough.” 

Violet pushed Ellie back so that she was completely flush with the door. She took one leg and slung it over her shoulder, still looking up at Ellie with dark eyes. “You ready, Jen?”

“You have no idea…” Ellie breathed, pressing her palms against the door to try to steady herself. Her stomach tightened and her face scrunched with anticipation. “Just…don’t rush, please, Sarah?” As badly as she wanted it, it had been so long, she wanted a chance to really enjoy it, to feel Violet, to savor the reconnection. 

Violet paused and gently brushed her fingers against the skin of Ellie’s thigh. “Hey,” she whispered. “We had our fun with the chase, but I don’t want to hear you saying anyone else’s name but mine right now, Ellie. And I promise, I’ll take my sweet time.” Violet pushed herself up so that she was higher on her knees, smiling as she ducked her head under Ellie’s skirt, reminded that she wasn’t wearing anything under there. Her vision was quite obstructed as there was barely any light in the storage closet, and she was underneath the fabric of the skirt, but she carefully let her tongue explore along her thigh, helping her find her way up until she was where Ellie needed her so desperately, and she would give her what she needed, slow and steady.

As Violet’s breath washed over her skin, her tongue trailing wet and warm on the sensitive inside of her thigh, Ellie let out a gasping sigh. She felt her pulse beating so close to where Violet’s face was, certain she must have been dripping down her thighs with nothing to catch her desire. Desperate and impatient for more contact, she thrust her hips forward. 

“Violet, I need more, please,” she begged, unable to wait any longer. It was one thing for her to take things slowly, to make sure Ellie didn’t come immediately. It was another to make her wait for her touch after going a year without it. 

“As you wish,” she mumbled against her skin, first working her tongue against the length of her before circling it around her clit, gently so as to still give her that pleasure she so desired without pushing her too close to the edge. 

A moan pulled from the depths of her throat, echoing against the cement walls as Violet finally began to work her the way she needed. Ellie pressed down against her mouth, not trying to quicken their pace but just enough to get a deeper pressure. Violet’s breath was hot, her tongue slick from Ellie’s desire, and Ellie found herself biting the insides of her lips to keep herself quiet as she began a deliciously slow ascent. 

Carefully, as Ellie climbed steadily towards her release, Violet sucked on Ellie’s clit, letting her tongue gently flick against it every now and again, bringing her to another level of pleasure. She was extremely conscious of her pace and pressure, knowing Ellie would ask for more if she needed it, staying on the cautious side until she did so.

Ellie’s leg began to shake under her weight as she neared the edge. She reached out to grab onto the metal shelving to the side of the door, her hand gripping so hard it was almost painful, but she didn’t care. Some of her weight pressed down onto Violet’s shoulder, her hips rocking as she began to crest. She held it off as long as she could, not ready to let go of the moment, of the closeness and the pleasure of being in such an intimate position with the woman she loved. 

Violet could sense Ellie was getting close, and before she crashed, Violet slipped two of her fingers inside of her, curling them as she pushed on, knowing Ellie was ready to finish. She allowed her fingers and mouth to work in tandem, revelling in the sounds that spilled through her wife’s mouth, the ones she couldn't hold back, couldn’t control. 

Ellie’s head pushed back into the door, Violet’s name tumbling from her lips among the litany of gasps and moans she could not hold in any longer as Violet pushed her over the edge of completion, her inner muscles spasming around her fingers as her body shook against her mouth. 

Her lungs burned from the way they had been dragging in air, and her voice was ragged when she reached one hand down, grasping at Violet through her skirt. “Don’t stop,” she begged. 

Violet had to bite back a smirk, keeping up with the motion of her fingers, the movement of her mouth relentless as she worked to bring Ellie over the edge for a second time. There was nothing slow about the way she worked this time, she kept a measured pace, helping Ellie to focus on nothing but her pleasure until she was practically falling over from the sensations she felt. 

Ellie clutched Violet closer through her skirt, her entire body clenched in a vise, her breathy moans crawling higher and higher as Violet dragged her over the edge a second time. 

Every nerve in her body was electric and overstimulated, her supporting leg threatening to give out. She pushed her body harder into the door to help hold herself up while she breathed through her open mouth, a satiated chuckle rumbling in her chest because every part of her felt so good she thought she might actually melt. 

Violet slowly and carefully came away, her hair mussed from the fabric of Ellie’s skirt, a devilish, tipsy smile on her lips. If she wasn’t drunk from the drinks she’d had, she certainly was drunk on Ellie. “And I imagine that makes it worth the wait, my love,” she teased, lifting her hands to hold Ellie’s waist and pressed a small kiss to the expanse of exposed skin from the cropped length of her shirt. 

With both feet now on the floor, Ellie was at least able to lift her head away from the door so that she could look down at her wife. The feeling of her warm, wet mouth against her sensitive skin was tantalizing. 

“You have always been worth the wait, Violet,” she said before urging her up so their faces were level. Violet’s cheeks were bright red, mostly from alcohol Ellie assumed, and her mouth glistened, the sight making Ellie’s mouth pool. Her eyes flitted between Violet's eyes and her lips before she pulled her wife in with a hand on the back of her neck, licking the glistening wetness from her lower lip before capturing her mouth in a searing, messy kiss. 

Violet moaned and pushed herself into Ellie, gripping on her waist while lips and teeth messily clashed against each other. The alcohol had certainly taken its toll on Violet, and she was tumbling towards being completely smashed, and right now she didn’t think she cared because it made everything with Ellie encompass her in its entirety. 

Their kiss was so saturated with the taste of herself that it was overwhelming, a constant reminder of everything Violet did for her, how completely she could drive her to madness, and just how badly she wanted her. Ellie pulled herself away, noticing the smearing of her lipstick over her wife’s lips and hoping she would remember to help her clean it up before they left. One hand pushed up under Violet’s shirt, over her stomach and ribs until she had her breast pressed in her palm. She squeezed gently, sliding her thumb over her nipple so it hardened before rolling it between her fingers. She pressed kisses down her neck and chest, leaving a trail of smudged kiss marks along the way before pushing the bottom of her shirt up to her chest and taking her other breast into her mouth, alternating between sucking and flicking her tongue over that nipple, too. 

“Violet?” Her voice was hoarse and thick with want, almost fully lost in her wife’s body. 

She looked down at Ellie wordlessly, taking the hem of her shirt in her hands, fully lifting it over her head and tossing it down on the ground. She took her lip between her teeth, a dopey smile coming to her face. “Jen wanted to know how far down those freckles go…now she knows,” she whispered, tapping the bottom of Ellie’s chin with her index finger. 

Ellie laughed, bringing her hands down to Violet’s waist, just over her hips, her thumbs stroking over her warm skin as Ellie dragged her mouth over the hard surface of her chest, her nose trailing along with them. She nipped at her pulse point on the way up her neck before making it to her lips again where she kissed her lightly, looking into her eyes the whole time.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to wait until we got back to our hotel room,” she said, a teasing note threading into her voice, “but I think I just got my answer…” She trailed off, leaving it open ended so that Violet could, in fact, decide to wait if she wanted. 

“I dunno,” Violet slurred slightly, leaning more into Ellie. “I mean on the one hand…” she looked down between them. “And on the other hand…” she looked at the door. “Wait,” she tilted her head and leaned in, whispering in Ellie’s ear. “Did you bring the strap?”

Violet’s slightly slurred whisper sent a shiver down Ellie’s spine while a devilish smile curled the corners of her mouth. Her hands wandered her wife’s bare back, fingernails tracing delicate designs from her shoulder blades to the waistband of her skirt. 

“Uh huh,” she said, nodding her head as she turned to look Violet in the eye. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t get you off here and then fuck you when we get home. Assuming I’ve earned it,” she said, cocking an eyebrow as she slipped her fingers into the waist of Violet's skirt. 

“Two times?” Violet’s eyes widened. “Elinah Bridgerton, who’s the naughty girl now?” She pressed a wet kiss to Ellie’s jaw before dragging her tongue along it, meeting Ellie’s lips again in another sloppy kiss. “I think you’ve earned it,” she slurred a mumble before chuckling. “Who am I kidding, I get to have half the fun, I’ve earned it, too.”

“You most certainly have, my love,” Ellie agreed, letting the words come up from her chest in a velvety praise before dipping her head and kissing Violet again. As they kissed, Ellie used her hands to pull Violet’s hips in against her, urging them to circle much the same way they had out on the dance floor. The motion, accompanied by the pressure of Ellie’s hips against hers, was in time with their breathing, adding a tantric quality to their embrace. She pushed herself off the door so that she had more range of motion, at the same time slipping her thigh between Violet’s and urging her down against it. 

Violet gasped and grinned into the kiss, pushing herself further onto Ellie’s thigh, guiding her hips through a motion that made her sigh and moan. “E-Ellie, talk to me,” she whined. “Tell me things…dirty things.”

Ellie had to bite her lip and even doing so, a moan still escaped. She watched Violet’s body rock against her own, delighted in the way their ribs and breasts brushed together while their hips remained in constant contact. The circular motion of her wife’s hips made her crazy, the slickness on her own thigh telling her just how badly Violet wanted her. Keeping one hand on her hip, keeping some control over the speed and pressure at which Violet moved, Ellie brought her other hand up under her tangled hair, guiding her head so her ear was right in front of Ellie’s mouth. 

“Do you want to know what I’m going to do to you when we get home?” she asked before running her tongue along the edge of her ear, nipping at her earlobe. 

“Yes, please,” Violet breathed. She gripped right into Ellie’s shoulders, offering herself some grounding. The wet feeling of Ellie’s tongue against her ear was intoxicating and she leaned herself into every part of her. 

“First,” Ellie began, keeping her mouth against Violet’s ear so her breath rushed into it, every consonant like a little shock to her nerves, “as soon as we’re inside, I’m going to press you against the door, just like you did to me. And I’m going to kiss you until your knees get weak, my hands hiking up your skirt so I can slide my fingers up between your thighs.” She paused to kiss behind her ear and down to the underside of her jaw before coming back up. “But I’m not going to touch you. Not where you want it. Not yet. Because I want you so wet by the time I fuck you that it’s dripping down your thighs like honey.” She accompanied her words with another push down on Violet’s hips, forcing her down harder on her thigh. 

“Oh!” Violet moaned, her head thrown back, mouth open wantonly. “W-What e-else?” she asked, her voice becoming more breathless with each word. 

“Once I’ve teased you enough to get you so wet and needy that you can’t stand it anymore, I’ll dip my fingers into you, but just enough to get them nice and wet,” Ellie couldn’t help but smile at the way Violet responded to her. Her breathless moans, her shaky voice, it all filled her with so much pleasure, so much desire. Nothing was hotter than being wanted by Violet. She thought it every time they were together because it never stopped being true. “Then I’ll slip my wet fingers into your mouth, feeling your tongue as you suck them clean for me like the good girl you are.”

“Christ, Ellie,” she whined. “Tell me more. W-What are you going to—” She moaned loudly again, nails digging into Ellie’s skin. “After…What will…what are you…” She tried, but she couldn’t finish her sentence, her mind a dizzy mess from the pleasure mixed with the alcohol. 

“I can tell you’re getting close, my love,” Ellie murmured. “Just try to wait a little longer. I’ll skip ahead a bit.” She kissed the expanse of neck exposed by Violet’s head tilted back. Sucking on the underside of her chin until Violet gasped, she then soothed her tongue over it, certain it would leave a mark. “I’ll take you to the bedroom, stripping off your clothes as we go. Then, I’ll tell you to lay down on the bed while I undress, maybe give you a little bit of a show, hmm? Make you wait a little longer.” She chuckled in Violet’s ear, breathing against it, letting her nose brush inside slightly. “Then, once I have the strap on, I’ll come to you, kissing my way up your body, licking every line and every freckle, tasting every delicious part of you until I’m over top of you. I’ll take your hands and hold them over your head with one hand, at the same time, spread your legs wider so you’re fully open for me, waiting until I finally push all the way into you, making you moan as I fill you, my hips pressing hard against yours while you wait, dripping for me, wanting while I move against you just enough to make you need more so I get to hear you beg me to fuck you.”

Ellie pressed her leg up harder so the contact with Violet’s clit was constant and direct, building her up to an edge she wouldn’t be able to hold herself away from. “And I will. I’ll fuck you so slow, so good you won’t want me to stop until you can’t move, can’t speak, and you’ve come so many times you won’t be able to tell when one ends and the next one starts.”

Violet couldn’t hold it any longer, the pressure, the rhythm, the words Ellie whispered in her ear, it all became too much and bubbled over the edge like an overfilled cup. Her breaths were ragged and harsh and she had no words at all for her wife. All she knew was that she was very much looking forward to going back to the hotel. 

When she’d had a moment to compose herself she clasped her hands on either side of Ellie’s face, pulling her in for a long and drawn out kiss, her bare chest pressed against the green fabric of her shirt. 

Ellie kissed Violet back, holding her close, keeping her upright until she felt she could stand on her own. Removing her leg from between her wife’s, she continued to hold her with one arm, letting her other hand come up to her face, smoothing her thumb over her cheek, a warm and tender smile on her lips as she gazed at her. 

“Did Jen make it worth Sarah’s while?” she teased, her eyes glimmering with love and mischief in the dim light.  

Violet chuckled which turned into a girlish giggle. “Yes, she certainly did. Although I think Sarah needs another drink,” she said, giving Ellie a particular look. “Maybe a mojito,” she thought out loud to herself before pulling away from Ellie and moving to open the door, not quite realizing she was only half clothed. 

“Violet!” Ellie tugged Violet’s arm, pulling her back to her, noticing the way she stumbled as Ellie wrapped an arm around her. “Sarah might need another drink, but I think Violet’s hit her limit.” Bending down to retrieve her shirt from the floor, she then held it out to her wife on her index finger. “Your shirt, my love.”

“No, ‘m fine, Ellie Belly,” she assured her wife. She grabbed the shirt and haphazardly put it over her head, backwards first before turning it around properly. “See, Violet is perfectly capable of taking care of herself. Now, c’mon, I want a mojito.” She took Ellie’s hand and pulled her towards the door, fumbling with the lock before finally pulling it open. 

Shaking her head, Ellie let a now fully clothed Violet lead her out of the room. They were nearly out into the club when she remembered the lipstick. “Shit! Vi, we need to find the loo. If I look anything like you, everyone in this place is going to know what we’ve been doing.” 

“What do you mean? I look smashing.” Violet brought a hand up to her hair, completely oblivious to the burgundy lipstick stains that were smeared over her lips and chest. She wasn’t quite strong enough, being under the influence, to stop Ellie’s redirection, but made her complaints known in the form of a very whiny, “Ellieeee!”

“Christ,” Ellie muttered under her breath. She wasn’t sure she’d ever seen Violet this drunk before. It was adorable, even if it was also a bit like herding a very silly cat. In the washroom, she pulled Violet in front of the mirror. “Look,” she said as she looked between both of their reflections. Ellie’s face was worse but Violet’s pale skin showed every smudge along her neck and chest. Ellie felt heat rise to her cheeks as she bit her lip, feeling a tiny bit of pride at just how thoroughly she had covered her wife in kisses. Grabbing some paper towels, she folded and wet them before taking Violet’s face by the chin and beginning to clean the lipstick from her skin. Just as she began, a very butch woman with short gray hair and a biker jacket walked in, looked at the two of them and said, “Having fun girls?” before laughing a full, affectionate belly laugh and heading into one of the stalls. 

As soon as Violet noticed the colour lining various parts of her face and chest, she let out a small, “Ohhh,” finally understanding what Ellie had been talking about. 

When the lady made a comment on their appearance, Violet giggled and said, “Lots of fun! Thank you, ma’am!” before turning her head to face Ellie better, her back pressed against the sink counter. She looked at her wife with big blue doe eyes and couldn’t stop smiling, her nose scrunching up as she did so. “You’re a good wife, Ellie Belly,” Violet drunkenly slurred and tilted her head to the side. “Ellie Belly takes care of Lettie Lass.”

Ellie’s smile turned to one of charmed adoration. Even completely pissed, Violet was the cutest, sweetest, most beautiful woman in the world, and she thanked her lucky stars that she was the one who got to love her.

“I’ll always take care of you, Dottie,” she said, finishing cleaning her face with a final swipe, then kissed her scrunching nose. 

The butch who had come in, flushed and walked out to the sink next to them. She had a grin on her face as she watched them in the mirror while Ellie began cleaning the lipstick off of Violet’s neck. She tried to wipe off the hickey she had left, realizing after the third time that it wasn’t, in fact, lipstick. 

“Don’t think that one’s comin’ off, love.” 

“‘Fraid not,” Ellie agreed, unable to hide the grin pulling across her face. She moved on to some of the other marks as the woman dried her hands, stopping as she passed behind them. 

“No matter what happens, keep having fun. I can tell you two are going to have a bloody good life together. And next time, leave the lipstick at home.” She winked at them and left laughing. 

“I dunno what she’s talking about, I already have a bloody good life with you,” Violet said, pursing her lips and leaning forward until she captured Ellie’s lips in a short tender kiss. “It’s you and me until the end. And to sweeten the deal we’ve got two angels at home and six more on the way!” 

Violet wobbled a little bit, losing her balance momentarily but used Ellie to steady herself before standing straight and wiping down her hands on her shirt and skirt. “Got it. ‘M fine.” 

Ellie smiled at her wife, her perfect, sweet, totally drunk wife. She paused her work on Violet’s chest to take her face in her hands, caressing her thumbs over her cheeks. “I love you, Violet Bridgerton.”

She blinked a few times, definitely drunk, but not drunk enough to miss what Ellie had said. Violet could feel her eyes begin to well up with tears, and before she knew it, they were streaming down her face, and she couldn’t do much to control them. 

“Oh, love, no, don’t cry, why are you crying?” Ellie searched Violet’s face, wiping away tears as they fell, confusion and heartache replacing the love and adoration that had been there a moment ago.

“You called me Violet Bridgerton,” she whispered. “But I’m…” She swallowed thickly and wiped her tears away. “You…I…” She shook her head, unable to come up with the words to express how touched she felt by Ellie’s words. How they meant more to her than she could ever describe. 

“You are, my love. You are Violet Bridgerton. It doesn’t matter what a piece of paper says. This is who you want to be, so this is who you are.” Ellie kissed Violet’s lips, holding her close as their foreheads came together, her thumbs still stroking her cheeks. Something about that night felt different from every other night they had spent together, even though, really, everything was the same. Maybe it was the relief of having come out of the last, very difficult year stronger than ever. Maybe it was that they really, truly were grown ups and being in this setting where a stranger thought they were just a couple of kids starting out drove it home to Ellie that this had long been her forever. Maybe it was the sex and alcohol. She didn’t know, and she didn’t care. What mattered was that she loved Violet, Violet Bridgerton, more than anyone or anything she had ever loved before. “You and me until the end, right?” she whispered. 

“It’s all I’ve ever wanted to be,” Violet whispered, reaching out to take hold of Ellie’s hands, squeezing them tightly. “You and me until the end.” She pulled Ellie in, wrapping her arms around her and burying her head into her neck, pressing a kiss there. “Violet and Ellie Bridgerton,” she sniffled. “God, you have no idea how much I’ve wanted to hear that. Since I was sixteen. Since the second I knew I was going to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Ellie felt tears well in her eyes, too, as she hugged Violet tightly against her. She pressed a kiss into her mussed brown hair, letting her lips rest against the top of her head as she just breathed in the smell of her. 

“I hope one day we’ll get to make it official,” she said quietly, “but even if we never do, we’ll always be The Bridgertons in my heart.”

Violet chuckled, somewhat sobered up, simply leaning into Ellie’s arms. She looked up towards her wife with a certain look in her eyes, her lips in a small pout. “In my heart too, Ellie Belly.”

They stayed there for another minute before someone walked in, pulling them from their haze and reminding them that there was still cleaning up to do and life outside of that moment. Ellie finished cleaning up Violet’s chest, then moved onto her own face while Violet leaned against the sink. When she was done, she tossed her towel away and held her hand out to her wife.

“I know you think you can handle another drink, but if you’d like to continue this when we get back, I’m going to need you to be conscious, and I’m not sure that’s going to happen if you have another drink now. Why don’t we head back, and if you still want another drink by the time we get home, we can break into the minibar.”

Violet nodded her head, agreeing with Ellie’s suggestion. “Let’s get out of here. I’ve still got a promise to keep,” she teased and kissed her cheek. Hand in hand they walked out of the washroom, making sure everything was paid for at the bar before heading out of the club and hailing a cab to get back to the hotel. 

Even though they only stood side by side, Violet looked over at Ellie, a smile on her face, feeling an overwhelming sense of love for the woman next to her, and she wished it would never go away.

[shearlin]

Word count: 7001

Four-centric; Possession

Hi :D

This is my honorary entry for this years Whumptober. Real life happened and prevented me from being able to write for the entirety of September and most of October so I was not able to participate this year. But! I was able to write a little something about one of my favourite whumpy tropes: possession!

I hope you enjoy! :D

(As of writing this I unfortunately didn't have a chance to play FS or FSA games, because I am very alone and have not enough friends to play Zelda with. So the portrayal of Colours is derived purely from the LU comic itself as well as fanon work. Fair warning.)

They stepped into the final chamber with swords drawn and on high alert. They were moving in loose circle formation listening for the giggles that haunted them their entire stay here. After all, they didn’t have the opportunity to kill the bastard yet. The chances they would meet that infected wizzrobe there was high.

They had spent long hours in this dungeon, more than any of them expected, being thwarted by living reflections and mirror puzzles for way longer than they should. A purple wizzrobe, who was stalking them and laughing at their misery, seemed to be the one in control, if its constant presence was any indicator. With a wave of its hands, reflections and shadows were coming to life, monsters pouring from dark corners and glass surfaces. It cloud touched a mirror and scrambled the image inside the glass in a nonsensical way, forcing them to find a way to fix them less the chaos would bleed to the normal world.

And they couldn’t catch the darn thing. Not only did it jump from paintings to mirrors, to shadows and back - something Time argued looked more like a poe behaviour than wizzrobe - but if they managed to cut off its escape routes, it would just disappear into thin air. No matter what it was, they were done with it and its dungeon, and wanted out .

After a long while, they finally found the boss room and slowly made their way towards the middle of it, where a mirror with some barely makeable letters carved in the stone frame stood on a raised platform. To say that all of them were reluctant to approach it was a gross understatement. If the theme of the dungeon would hold, they would have to face even stronger twisted reflections of themselves or a plethora of different monsters they had ever faced on their journeys so far. They were not crossing out the possibility of it being a boss rush formed from their own memories brought to life with the wizzrobe magic. Hooray!

Not like they had much choice. The door behind them was locked. There was only one way out: through whatever the mirror would spew at them.

When they came close enough Legend took out his lamp and, while others protected his back, he tried to make out the text around the mirror.

Shattered mind, shattered soul. Shattered mirage of control. For every shard - a puppet string, For every crack - a broken link.

As Legend finished reading, he rose up, putting away his lamp and redrawing his sword.

“I can’t be the only one who’s really unsettled by the phrasing here, right?”

He was met with tense silence as the heroes exchanged nervous looks. Before anyone could say anything though, the unfortunately familiar giggle echoed through the chamber and they all looked around trying to pinpoint it.

Behind them the mirror cracked.

They whipped around seeing the fading grin of a monster, before the glass fogged over, the small crack in the middle shining with bright light.

They scrambled away, positioning themselves at a relatively safe distance with Wild and Twilight already drawing their bows in the back, while Time, Warriors and Sky moved to the front.

The crack spread as they watched, four jagged lines splitting the glass with unnaturally loud sound drowning any other noise out.

The lines reached the frame. The light shone in multicolour.

And nothing happened.

The giggle sounded again somewhere near the ceiling, but with all the echo it was impossible to pin down.

“Don’t let yourself get distracted, keep your positions.” Time called his hands tightening around the Biggoron Sword. “Does anyone see that poe?”

“That wizzrobe is definitely here and that’s all I got.” Wild called from the back, suddenly turning to the right and firing an arrow. It clunked against the stone ceiling and harmlessly dropped down, but it did cause the creature to squawk in surprise and they briefly saw the sparkles it left behind while teleporting.

“It can’t hide well, when it crosses the lights, the air looks disturbed! Make it brighter here!” The champion yelled.

“And how do you propose we do that?” Legend snapped, but before anyone could answer him, Time yelled in pain and dropped to the floor with a loud thud, his sword almost cutting at Sky as he went down.

Twilight yelled in alarm and shoved the enemy away, standing protectively over his mentor, but didn’t raise his bow at the attacker.

Because with his sword still dripping with the blood of their leader and reading himself for the next attack was Four, pale and slightly shaken but standing in battle stance regardless, with fire in his eyes.

Wizzrobe’s laugh drilled itself through their skulls. 

The boss fight has started.

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Pairing : dad!Charles Leclerc x mom!reader

Theme : Fluff

Another short one because this has been in my draft for a while.

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username2 that matching ribbons! ugh so adorable

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ynusername Excited for her popcorn 🍿

username1 THAT LITTLE FEET

username2 omg she’s so cuteeeeee

username3 bowl is too big 😭😂😂

username4 that small hand on the bowl 🥹

"1, 2, 3–"

The sweet, lovable voice filled up your kitchen as your little one counted everything you put on her plate. She had just started learning numbers, so everything that she could count, she wouldn’t miss a chance.

"5!"

"No, honey. It’s 4, then 5. There you go. Can you carry it?" You leaned down to slowly place the plate on her little hands. She was always excited for her snack time because you would put all different things together, so she had more choices for her food. This time, you had prepared frozen banana yoghurt bites, small slices of apples, a few small peanut butter bites, and some goldfish crackers.

"No! I carry."

"Okay, careful!" You were going to help her bring the plate to her small table in the living room, but she wanted to do everything on her own now.

"Need dada’s help?" Charles heard the little steps tapping against the floor first before he saw his little girl with a plate full of her snacks. The plate was bigger than her face, and it was a bit of a struggle to carry it but she kept on denying every offer of help.

"No!" She placed it on her table, looked at her dad with the biggest smile and started clapping her hands. "Yay!"

"Yay! What have you got there?"

"This.." She pointed at the frozen banana yoghurt bites and took one in her hand. "Banana!"

"That one?" Charles pointed at the goldfish cracker.

"That is fish!" She took one and munched on it, her cheeks puffing out from trying to chew them thoroughly.

"Can dada get some?”

"Let me think!" She puckered her lips and scanned through her plate to decide which one she was going to give to Charles. "Dada want this?" She took a few goldfish crackers, leaving her with two left. "There. I need more fish! Dada wait!"

"Oh? You want me to wait here? Okay, baby. Can dada eat this?" He showed her the handful of crackers in his hand that she just gave.

"Yes!" She stood up wobbly and ran to the kitchen again, this time with a half-empty plate. There were only two crackers left and one banana bites. "Mommy, more?"

"Did you actually eat all of them? That was quick." Your brows furrowed as you took the pink-coloured plate from her.

"Dada ate too!" She giggled and extended her arms to get her plate back.

"What?" You peeked at your husband laying on the couch with a fistful of crackers, treating it as some sort of popcorn, while his eyes locked on the television. "Charles! Are you being serious? Stop taking her snacks!"

Your voice made him jumped, but he continued chomping on the crackers again. "Honey, she was the one who gave it to me."

“Well, then stop taking it!" You put a few more crackers into a small bowl this time before giving it to her. "Don’t share with daddy. This will be the last one, okay? No more."

"Thank you, mommy!" The sound of her footsteps clomping again as she ran back to her dad "Uh oh, mommy angry." She pulled a face and pointed her little finger at her dad, making him laugh.

"You cheeky girl! Mommy’s angry at me because of you." He pinched her chubby cheek as she munched on the crackers again. "Is it good?”

"Yes! Dada want?" She took one off her plate and handed it to Charles.

"It’s okay, baby. Dada’s full."

The little one frowned and looked down on her plate with her bottom lips jutting out, feeling rejected. The cracker she had in her small palm kept being twiddled in it.

Charles pressed his lips together to control his expression. His little girl had already learned how to give attitude if none of her requests were being obeyed. He would always get in trouble because you would scold him for being too fulfilling with her requests, but how could he say no to that squishy little face?

"Okay, okay. Give me one." She the handed him the one she had fiddling in her palm and squealed when Charles ate it.

"Dada more?" She offered another one and he shook his head again.

"No, thank you, baby."

"Please dada.." She pulled a pleading look with her big, round eyes, making him lose this round as well. She giggled and put the cracker in his mouth when he leaned closer.

You then walked into the living room with your hands crossed, glaring at your husband, who was still chewing on something. "Can you stop taking your daughter’s snack?"

"I’m not, honey! I swear! Right, baby?"

"Dada wants more!" She squealed, making Charles’s mouth wide open.

"Honey, don’t listen to her!"

"Well, she obviously doesn’t know how to lie! Right, baby? Is dada taking your snack?" Your brows were still furrowed as you looked at your husband, who was speechless in his seat.

"She was the one who offered me the crackers!" Charles argued.

“Dada said more!” She shrieked and handed another one of the fish crackers to Charles, making you chew on your lips.

“You know, if you really want it, I can give the whole packet to you. Stop taking it from her.”

“I’m not, honey!”

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AAIC Gameplay Video (Switch)

This is the 56th post in the Ace Attorney Investigations Collection Countdown: 25 days left until release!

Today's topic: some Gameplay footage from the Switch version of the collection!

Along with all the new information and previews there have also been two gameplay videos of the Investigations Collection released, one for the Switch (which today's post focuses on) and one for PS5, showing some initial parts of the first cases of both games in the collection. Of course, the gameplay is the same as it was for the DS versions, it's still fundamentally the same games after all, but there are some neat things to be discovered in these videos anyway.

First of all, we get a look at the title screen and main menu of the collection and - WOW! - is that main menu music aka the Investigations Collection theme an absolute banger! I love it! Especially the initial few seconds when it kicks in, so hype! It's gonna feel so amazing just to start up this game every time!

The title screen and main menu look amazing as well, of course. The design is so fancy and elegant! I especially love the prominent logo, the courtroom background (taken from Investigations 1) and the way the selected option is highlighted. That burgundy-coloured box with the gold framing is peak Miles Edgeworth!

Continuing to the title selection screen we see that the fanciness doesn't stop there. The two screens for the two games have similarly prominent logos and also specific backgrounds to them. The courtroom background, viewed from a little bit higher up, for Investigations 1 and the PIC meeting room background for Investigations 2. Very fancy and gives the two games a very different atmosphere already only from the title screens. I also love the arrows for switching between titles, they're black with a similar gold framing to the highlighted boxes and it fits perfectly! They really just went and coloured everything after Miles' own outfit and preference 😄 So not complaining, it's brilliant!

During the shown gameplay we also already get to see two of the many accolades that are in the game: "Doing Things My Way" (awesome name) for using Logic for the first time and "Checkmate" (very fitting) for successfully completing the first Mind Chess segment. Here you can also see that the phrase appearing on screen when finishing Mind Chess is "Checkmate" (instead of "Complete" like in the fan translation). I really like this change, it's much more specific and fancy this way.

Speaking of translation changes, since we see some gameplay from Investigations 2's first case we also get a more continuous impression of how the official translation compares to the fan translation. I don't have many screenshots of this part of the game with the fan translation on hand and don't remember all the lines specifically so I'm not going to do a direct line-to-line comparison between the two versions but I can definitely say that I like what I see from the official translation! The lines and dialogues flow naturally and there are already some wonderfully phrased moments from just this short amount of story alone! As you can see from the screenshot above, they definitely carried over how hilarious some of the wrong answers in Mind Chess could be 😄 Maybe they even added unique dialogue when picking them? I doubt it but I still hope.

One phrase that stood out to me in particular was this one for when Miles finally checkmates Nicole (Tabby Lloyd). It sounds so badass and poetic! 200% how Miles would phrase this and I love it. I don't remember how the fan translation did this line but I doubt they beat this one. This makes me even more excited to see how the rest of the official translation stacks up! Maybe we'll lose some amazing lines, and I'll be sad about that, but, judging from this, we'll definitely get some new ones, too.

Another moment I loved, and actually laughed out loud at, is this one for when Miles talks to Payne about the chief prosecutor (who he's referring to in his thoughts). Just that singular little "Rude..." at the end there is a-ma-zing especially coming from Miles! 😄 Gah, I'm so excited to play this already!!

[justjams2003]

Fast Pace-5

Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader

Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic.Smoking, smut, sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, tell me if I missed any

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics and @s-silk

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Word count: 2,7k

Masterlist

Part 4~Part 6 (coming soon)

The bedroom is simply beautiful. There is a huge window showing a beautiful view of the ocean and the bustling city. It even has a balcony with a small table to sit and watch the waves form and crash. The place is beautifully decorated, not a single thing is misplaced and there is staff that dotes on your every need. It's like one of those you would get as an advertisement on the HGTV channel.  

You remember now how you and your mother would watch it during the day when your father was out working. Your taste and hers are complete opposites. While you love big grand archways with walls that seem to have grown out of the stone, she likes sharp corners with bright colours that could easily give you a headache if you look for too long.  

The room is perfectly as designed, except how it was designed is not how you would prefer. There is nothing that can be found wrong... Well, except for the fact that, while the bed is huge and looks as soft as a cloud, there is only one of them. "I must apologise, Hermosa, my cousin has not yet made accommodations for you. I have to admit, he did not think you'd be coming." Carlos scratches the back of his neck and glances around the room.  

You furrow your brows, “Why wouldn’t I come?” You ask, having to raise your head just to meet his eyes. He lets out an embarrassed laugh, “He believed I was too forward and should’ve just invited you without explanation. But, Hermosa, I am an honest man and wouldn’t dare lead you on.” He sends you the wink you’ve grown so used to, but still makes you flustered.  

Before he can speak further about the matter you just smile up at him, wanting to spare yourself any more redness. Changing the topic, you speak again: "The sofa looks much more comfortable than that old bed in my apartment. I don’t mind at all sleeping there." He scoffs and shakes his head. He doesn’t even hesitate, "No, absolutely not, Hermosa. I will sleep on the couch." You glare at him and cross your arms.  

"You have a race. If Caco or someone on your team or even Charles heard that I let you sleep on the sofa they will chew me out." This time he rolls his eyes. "If anyone dares even try glaring at you, I'll fire them in the spot." Your mouth flies open, and your glare grows stronger. Not that the thought of it doesn’t ignite a strange primal need in you. More so that you can’t believe he’d fire someone maybe even important on his team, over you.  

"No, you will not." Without even realising it, your bottom lip pushes out and your eyes stay firm. This would be your first impression of the team. You don’t want them thinking you’re some gold-digger, who orders Carlos around any which way. He raises his brow. "Do not give me attitude, niñita. You will not fight me on this." His voice is stern and his eyes are hard like a rock. You can see there is talking him out of this. Once he sees your fight fizzle out, he continues.  

“I do appreciate that spark of yours and you know I’ll give you anything, but never above your health.” His voice is stern but has the undertone of concern. It flatters you; you’ve always had to take care of yourself. Discarding personal care for survival. “I promise you my health will not be affected by sleeping in the couch.” His jaw locks tight and he crosses his arms. 

Those big biceps flex as he works to contain himself. In your mind, he’s far too caring. In his mind, he feels the need to tie you to the bed. “We’ll see what happens.” It’s all he says, but you can tell words linger on his tongue. “What will happen is that you will sleep on the big, plush, fancy bed. Then you get a full night’s rest and win on Sunday.” You beam up at him, trying to gauge what cracks his rock wall.  

He grins at your words and rolls his eyes. He can easily tell what you’re trying to do. He then motions his head to the bathroom. “Go refresh, we're leaving in an hour to go eat and buy you some clothes." This you can agree with, after all they are the conditions, you had decided on. While the hoodie you're wearing is comfortable, allowing you to hide under Carlos' heated gaze, Netherland's current weather is hotter than France was. 

You had decided to walk, you wanted to enjoy the weather. Yet now you’re starting to see big fluffy clouds starting to form. Carlos had decided on the restaurant and seemed to know exactly where he was going. “Um, Carlos...” You say, struggling to keep up with his fast pace. He slows down and waits for you to catch up. “Wait for me,” you laugh, and can’t help but compare your height.  

He too grins and walks slower. “Could we maybe buy the clothes before we eat?” You ask, hoping he says yes without question. “Yes, of course, may I ask why, querida?” Very suddenly, your worn-out sneakers are the most interesting thing in the world. He senses your hesitance to tell him and encourages you. “We did not eat on the plane, aren’t you hungry?” This only makes you groan, why is he so attentive? 

“You’ll laugh at me,” you mutter, now the reason feels so stupid and insecure. He raises his brow, “If you want me to be serious, I will,” he shrugs and eyes you. He knows how to get the information out of you and won’t be shy to. “I don’t want to be bloated when fitting the clothes. Then I won’t like how anything fits and I’ll feel bad about myself the whole day and I won’t be uplifting like you want.”  

You ramble on, hoping the explanation will make the reason feel less silly. You can see on his face that he’s trying to stay serious. “No, you can’t laugh.” The bad habit of biting your lip creeps up and once again you can’t help but notice the new tear on your sneakers. “I’m not laughing, I’m not laughing, I promise.” He takes deep breaths to compose himself, but like promised, he doesn’t even smirk.  

He takes your hand and then pulls you close, compelling you to look up at him. “We can, I don’t mind. But you must get comfortable with me and know that I think you are el más bello even if you’ve just finished a whole platter for two.” A wild laugh escapes your throat without any control. Some of the other pedestrians even stare just a bit, but you’re chuckling too much to even notice.  

And Carlos loves it. He loves seeing you laugh like this, not a care in the world. It makes him feel like he’s on the top of the world. Because to him, not kingdoms, nor gold, nor any other riches in the world can compare to your laughter. “That’s because you haven’t seen me after Wings Wednesday.” You add on his words which only causes you to giggle more.  

His brows furrow and he gently takes you by the arm guiding you to follow him down a different road. “What is Wings Wednesday?” He asks, moving so that he is on the side of the road, making sure that no one else even dares to bump into you. “I keep forgetting you don’t know these things. I feel like we’ve known each other so long,” you mutter, not thinking that he can hear you.  

“Anyways, Wings Wednesday is at a restaurant near my apartment. Every Wednesday they have botomless wings, me and some of the other chefs go every Wednesday. You should see, we’re like rabid dogs because you don’t really get time to eat after the long shifts. Not to mention we usually sneak some wings into some old butter containers.” You laugh, remember the glares you got the first time you did it. Soon, though, the waiters turned a blind eye.  

Carlos doesn’t lose attention for a single moment. His ears stay glued to every word you speak and this time makes sure to keep a slower pace.  

The first stop was a store with a Dutch name you’re not entirely sure how to pronounce, most of them were names with sounds you don’t know how to enunciate. You got mostly basics, comfortable jeans, plain T-shirts and pyjamas. After that, you went to the cutest little boutique. It felt strange for Carlos to take you here but once you walked in you fell head over heels.  

It’s a vintage resellers shop, small in size but the heart of the person running the shop is huge. “Carlos! So good to see you! Come give Hans a hug,” the man is short and grey but full of energy. He smothers Carlos in hugs and gives him a kiss on either side. Then his eyes lay on you. “Carlos! Who is this beauty you have brought into my store? Already with so many shopping bags? Why you no come to me first?”  

The man looks almost disappointed by the bags that the Spanish man insisted on carrying. Though, he is quick to get over it. Still his words cause you to beam and go pink. “Hans, I’d like you to meet my new girlfriend. We’ve come to get some outfits for the race weekend. My chica linda is quite fashion-focused.” He shoots you a wink which makes Hans grin wildly.  

“I have just the thing for a schoonheid such as you.” Then he wanders off to the back of his shop into a storage room. You glance to Carlos, and he already knows what you want to ask. “He used to work in the town I grew up. He worked for Chanel once upon a time, he’s one of those people who have the best stories. He’s been here, he’s been there. But eventually, he moved back here, but I come to visit every time.”  

After a few minutes, he comes out with a handful of clothes on hangers. “You and I...” he allows you to give your name and then continues. “...we will have those paparazzi foaming.” He then holds out the most beautiful dress. It’s leather, black and white with a zipper in the front and a halter top collar.  

“Oh wow,” you can’t help but mutter out, almost scared to even touch the material. “This one is vintage Alice McCall, it wasn’t shown on the runway. But, als ik moest raden, I’d say early 2000s. Very trendy at the moment.” He then ushers you behind the changing curtain. It fits you like a glove, almost as if it was tailored for you.  

You shove the curtain to the side to show them and Hans lets out a gasp. Carlos, however, his eyes look like the storms that sink ships. His jaw is clenched, and he doesn’t say a word. “You like it?” You ask, feeling unsure, this would be the first thing that you choose for yourself. “¿Gustar? No, mi amor, I love it. I knew bringing you was a good idea.”  

Hans smirks and nods to Carlos. “You know it.” Then he goes over to his pile again and pulls out a royal blue trench coat with fur on the collar and wrists. Along with it, knee-high boots in the same colour. “You see with these I’d wear with, uh... eenvoudige, white dress. Tight of course to show off that figure.” He winks causing you to giggle and a grimace to cover Carlos’ face.  

“Ah, no, you mustn't be like that Carlito. You have the pretty girl, why not show off? That is why you bring her, no?” Hans pokes the taller man in the side with his elbow. It causes you to giggle and then go through the rest of the pile. While the two bicker, you find it at the very bottom of the pile. It’s real leather. Red and black. A vintage Ferrari jacket.  

It catches Carlos’ eye instantly. He stands up and takes the jacket to inspect it. “This one I do like,” he says, carefully pulling the jacket over your shoulders. “Yes, yes. I’d gotten this one last year and had been saving it for someone special. And you are special to Carlos so it must go to you.” The driver stands back to really take a look at you. Those dark browns of his are comparable to a 100-year-old man finding the fountain of youth.  

He looks to be starving for years and now he sees you, a feast. A sinner who’s allowed a peak into the Garden of Eden. “I won’t be able to drive. I’m going to crash.” He laughs and then shrugs his shoulders. As if it is a fact and there is no changing it. You give him a slight hit on the shoulder. “You shouldn’t talk like that. Things like that realise.”  

His eyes show amusement and he rolls his eyes. “No, but it is the truth! I won’t be able to leave your side. I’m going to have to fight off anyone who even looks at you. I can’t keep my eyes off you, I’ll drive right into the wall.” You can't help but roll your eyes at him, and yet at the same time feel the butterflies spring around in your stomach.  

“Perfect for the chica linda. I’ll ring you up,” Hans smiles and while he scans the items, he continues the conversation. “The weather is going to turn soon, have you gone to the beach yet?” He asks while Carlos takes out his wallet. You shake your head, “No, I didn't even think of that.” And then the thoughts fill your mind.  

Is it too much? Does this count as a date? Or is it just normal Sugar Baby duties? Will you go on dates outside of the race weekends? Is the only time you'll be together when you're shopping and at the races? Is it wrong of you to want more? You should be grateful, right? “We'll get some swimwear next.” He says after paying, of course adding an extra few hundred to the amount.  

He always knows what you're thinking when you're thinking it. But the thought makes your stomach curl. From hunger too, but the thought of having to fit into swimsuits or worse even bikinis in front of him causes bile to rise in your throat. “No, no. It's-It’s fine. I'm sure you're busy and have things to do.” He shoots you a glare, like said before, he knows instantly what you're making a fuss about.  

He takes the bags, all of them, and after saying goodbye to Hans you both leave the store. “Y/N, what did I tell you?” He asks after walking to the swimming-themed store in complete silence. Even now you stand dawdling to enter the store. “I know, I know. I'm sorry. It's just this is our first weekend together and I-” You're not sure how to explain yourself.  

You feel like you’re squandering the best opportunity you'd ever have. You felt amazing in those dresses, especially until Carlos’ gaze. But things are moving really fast for you already. He's paid off so much already and you can't help but feel the pang of guilt in your stomach. Is it wrong for you to want things to go slower? Or at least to have started slower?  

Carlos sighs and nods. “Si, I see. I think then today we've done enough, no? We have to go to the gym after eating.” He explains but that too is like a pang in your heart. You'd completely forgotten about that. And as you walk to the restaurant, you can't help but drag your new Adidas against the pavement.  

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