#apparently I wrote this out before I went to bed last night and fuck I have NO MEMORY of even THINKING of this 🙃

[yowyowyaoi]

*in bed together*

Sasori: So … do you want to talk about it?

Deidara: There’s nothing to talk about, Sasori.

Sasori: You’re sure? Because I think that —

Deidara: *turns on his side to hide his blush* I said there’s nothing to talk about, hm!

Sasori: I —

*through the wall*

Itachi: So you don’t find it necessary to address the number of times you called Sasori “daddy”? My count was a hundred and twenty-six.

Hidan: Not to kink-shame, blondie, but that’s a lot for like, only ten minutes of fucking.

Itachi: And why the crying afterwards? Do you have difficulty processing your emotions regarding intimacy?

Hidan: Oi; for real, you want to talk about it? It happens to me too sometimes.

Itachi: And me.

Deidara, tearing up, through the wall: Y-you guys …

Deidara: I think my issues with closeness started with my mother, hm. She was a cold person and didn’t really like hugging, or kissing. And my father was —

Sasori: What in the FUCK is going on right now.

[mydarlingclaudia]

I could be mom (unless you want to be dad)

note : divider is from @/grlselle. handful of paragraphs before smut sowwy. I also just wrote this spur of the moment because I finally had a bit of motivation and this is the winner of that poll I did last week and I was bored so the smut isn't that long and I'm remembering that I never really knew how to write smut soooo. mdni

wc : 1.4k

tags : @lottiies @luvrgreyy

desc : whiny husband. smut!! - unprotected p in v, riding. established relationship, little bit of fingers in mouth whoopsie, you've got a daughter, fem!reader, vendetta!Leon, not proofread

You unbuckle your daughter’s seatbelt and pick her up out of her booster seat, housing her up onto your hip while you straighten your purse on your shoulder and walk to the front door. Leon’s motorcycle is propped up on its kickstand in the driveway, you didn’t know he was supposed to be back yet. He told you he’d be getting home late, but you got home later than him, apparently. At least your daughter wouldn’t jump up on him now that you’re home, she’s out cold, he’s probably drunk or asleep.

New York had been hard on him. You were upset enough when he told you he was going to Colorado for a week three days beforehand, but having him come home and tell you he didn’t even get to relax as much as he wished because he got pulled into work just made you annoyed. You loved your husband, truly, but he could piss you off like no one else. You know his work is messy, you know he can’t be around all the time, you know he’d rather ease his problems by drinking rather than opening up to you. And you know he's trying to protect you and your daughter, you just can't really help but want something normal.

Maybe you had to work on actually planning things with him, though. Dinner was often between five and nine p.m., you and Leon haven’t been on a date night in like, what, a year now? You know it’s not about him not being attracted to you, your schedules are just so busy that there hasn’t really been enough time for the two of you to go out on a dinner date or something like that.

The house is dark when you step inside, you don’t smell any alcohol, either. You kick off your shoes and take your daughters off as well before you put your keys into the tiny bowl on the kitchen counter, you’re not going to bother to change your daughter into her pajamas, she’s already in shorts and a shirt, that’s good enough and you’re tired, anyway.

Her room is always messy, you’re lucky you don’t trip over any toys even when you turn on the light. You spend maybe ten seconds tucking her in and kissing her cheek before you shut off her light and head to your bedroom, Leon’s asleep on the bed, he doesn’t even smell like beer, which is a good thing.

Leon always looks more peaceful when he’s sleeping, you wish you had offered for him to come over to your friend’s house with you and your daughter tonight, maybe letting him rest was good, though. So you change into pajamas and lay next to Leon, who instantly stirs.

“Hm…?” Leon murmurs when you wrap your arm around him.

“It’s me,” You whisper against his bare shoulder, you immediately feel him relax.

“When’d you get back?”

“A few minutes ago.”

“Have fun?”

“Mhm,” You press a kiss to his shoulder blade, he hums and readjusts the pillow under his head before he finally decides it's to his liking and rests against it again. "Love you."

"Love you, too." You hardly hear him say it, but you squeeze him a bit tighter, hearing the soft chuckle he lets out before he falls back asleep a few seconds later.

—

You and Leon shift around in bed a lot at night, you're never in the same position you went to sleep in when you get up in the morning.

Tonight, though, you wake up to Leon grinding against your hip at one in the morning. You're not mad, he was doing it in his sleep, anyway. Doesn't stop you from waking him up and climbing on top of him after you pull his boxers down.

"Christ, Leon, shut the fu-fuck up!" You hiss at him, continuing to slowly ease yourself up and down on his cock. You've never heard him so whiny before, could've been because the two of you haven't had sex in a little bit.

"C-Can't help i-it-" He gasps out, digging his fingers into the plump flesh of your hips while he bucks up into you. You've been doing this for maybe five minutes now, trying to tell him to be quiet and that you aren't forgetting his needs, but his face is so flushed and his chest is heaving and you can't really tell if he's even trying to do as you say.

His mouth remains open as he continues to let more and more lewd noises escape his throat whenever you sink back down onto him, you don't know how he isn't getting cramps in his hands from gripping onto you so tightly.

But you continue on, squeezing around him tightly because it made him feel even better inside of you. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, your eyes screwing shut while Leon's stay glued to where you're joined, watching as your cunt sucks him in over and over again.

His expression is nothing but pleading and needy and you're so in love with it, your hands rest on the soft fat of his pecs, his trembling hands can't stay in one spot anymore.

"Sweetheart, God, p-please." Leon's voice only gets louder and you have to shush him again, your eyes staying open long enough to shoot him an angry glare.

"If you wake her up-"

"I won't!" He cuts you off, his hips bucking against yours again while his head falls back against his pillow. You're probably not much quieter than him, hearing him whine and moan only triggers something in your brain that makes you mimic him, and there's the soft plap plap of your bodies to go along with it.

You've tried kissing him to swallow up his moans, but your mouths never stay connected for long due to lack of oxygen or he just can't hold your head in place. But his lips are still glossy with his drool and yours, and there's a few hickeys on his neck that he'll stare at for the next handful of days to come.

You know he's close, you're not far behind. Though, you know that when he cums he won't shut up.

But you continue to push your hips up and down, trying to keep your eyes from rolling back when you sink down onto him fully. It only adds more fuel for him to get increasingly louder, muttering about how good you feel and how he needs to cum inside you.

A few more thrusts and he'll be done, you know it. So before he can wake up the whole neighborhood, you grab his chin, forcing him to look at you so you can kiss him. You know that's not enough, of course. So when you pull away from him, a string of saliva still connecting your swollen lips to his, you push two fingers into his open mouth, trying to not his the back of his throat. Leon waits for only a second before he realizes, biting down on the base of your fingers lightly only to then suck on them.

And you're right, as always. After a few more thrusts he cums inside you, moaning around your fingers. The sight of his drool coating your knuckles and eyes lidded with pleasure almost does it for you, but you meet your own release after you raise yourself up to get him balls-deep a few more times.

You sit there on top of him for a few more minutes, looking up at your ceiling while you catch your breath. Leon has yet to tip his head back and slide your fingers from his mouth, trying to catch his breath, same as you.

You're the one to pull away from him, he looks a little annoyed when you pull your fingers out of his mouth and wipe some of the spit onto his chest, but you know he loved everything the two of your just did. Leon smiles at you after a few seconds, wrapping his arms around your back to pull you down onto him for a kiss.

"When did you get so whiny?" You whisper against his lips, then press a few soft kisses there.

"Don't tell anyone," You snort and pull back from him, your hand cups his cheek and he smiles against your palm.

"I wouldn't, that's only for me, right?"

"Only for you,"

[mattyriddlesbitch]

could you please do one where theo nott boasts about his hickeys from us to his mates and then we hear him and drag him upstairs and he goes all subby :)) btw love ur posts!!!

I would dieeee if you wrote about a needy Theo who is eating the reader out and he enjoys it so much he finishes without even being touched. I love when he’s subby

I combined these two asks, so I hope you guys like it!

Liar

Theodore Nott x F!Reader

Warnings: Cussing, oral(female receiving), shoe humping

18+ Minors DNI!

You had just entered the Slytherin common room when you heard Theo’s friend teasing him about the hickeys, but instead of getting flustered, he bragged about it.

“Yeah, I made my girl feel so good, she couldn’t contain herself. Needed to leave her mark.” Theo said with a smug smile.

That’s not what you recall, though. You recall teasing him by kissing and biting his neck until he begged to fuck you.

So you came up behind him and wrapped your arms around him sweetly. “Oh, I don’t think it went that way.” 

Theo looked at you with wide eyes, surprised you were there and that you were about to call him out. “Ah, doesn’t matter.” He tried waving off your statement dismissively.

“It doesn’t? But you’re bragging about it, love. It apparently does.” You smile at him.

His friends were laughing. “Stop.” He whispered to you.

“Upstairs. Now.” You whispered back to him and he didn’t even hesitate before letting you pull him to his dorm.

You closed the door and crossed your arms. “So, you think it’s okay to lie about me now?”

“You know how the guys are.” He tried shrugging it off.

“Do I need to remind you of last night? Of how I had you begging?”

He swallowed, his eyes looking down. “I could use a reminder.”

You rolled your eyes and sat down on the edge of the bed. “You want me to make you feel good after what you just pulled?”

“I’m sorry, cara mia.” He said, kneeling in front of you.

“Doesn’t sound sincere.” You tsked.

“Please, bella, I’m sorry, I won’t lie again.” He started rubbing at your thighs.

“If you want me to make you feel good, beg.”

“Please, please, make me feel good, principessa.”

“You can use my shoe. I’m not doing any work after what you pulled.” You said, leaning back on your hands.

His eyes widened, clearly not expecting that answer.

“Go on. Give yourself some relief.” You tilted your head expectantly.

He looked humiliated but moved to rub himself against the toe of your shoe, whimpering at the contact.

“Needy boy, willing to get yourself off with just my shoe. If only your friends knew.” You say mockingly.

“Please let me fuck you, cara mia. I’ll do everything. Make you feel good.” He begged, a moan escaping his lips as he kept humping your shoe.

“I don’t know. Gonna make me feel so good, I can’t contain myself?” You asked, using his words against him.

“I’ll make you feel so good, please.” He said, pressing kisses to your thigh.

“You can eat me out.” You said, spreading your legs for him. “But you can’t touch yourself.”

“Deal.” He said, wasting no time in nearly tearing off your panties. He buried his face between your thighs, licking at your cunt eagerly as he wrapped his arms around your thighs.

“Fuck. That desperate, baby?” You teased, tangling a hand in his hair.

He just moaned into you.

“You’re so fucking good at this, Theo. You like pleasing me?” You asked, tugging his hair gently and he looked up at you.

“Fucking love it.” He replied quickly before going back to licking at your clit.

“Better use of your mouth than lying about me, right?” You smiled at him and he nodded, sucking at your clit.

He kept licking and sucking, desperately trying to get you off, his own moans and groans nearly overpowering yours. You came with a cry of his name and some curses, body trembling as he helped ride it out. He pulled back and pressed kisses to your thighs to help calm you.

“Fuck. You still want me to make you feel good, baby?” You asked, cupping his cheek.

“No need.” He said, smiling a bit sheepishly.

“What do you mean?” You asked curiously.

“I might’ve…already…” He looked down and you followed his eyes.

“Oh.” You said once you saw the wet patch on his pants. “Just from giving me head?” You smiled.

“Yes?” He answered but in more of a question.

“I love the power I have over you.”

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[coastalcowgirl35]

Just Us- Tyler Owens x Reader

Note: I accidentally wrote this in first person, then had to go back and fix it and I'm very mad.

Also I'm horrible at titles, mb guys

Also I went to go see Twisters again last night and let's just say I've reaffirmed that Glen Powell is going to be my entire personality for quite some time.

Also listened to the soundtrack while writing this, 10/10 Too Easy is literally the most motivational song ever.

Also apparently Y/N really likes murmuring against Tyler's lips when they kiss, once again mb

Warning: pretty hot and heavy at the end guys, idk what came over me

"Y/N... Y/N" You blink my eyes open slowly revealing your boyfriend Tyler's grin in your face. "Hey baby, come on get up, we've got a big one coming." His excitement is palpable as he plants a kiss on your lips.

"Wait what?" You mumble, confused.

"Time to get up hon, we got a storm to chase." He kisses you again then pulls away so you can sit up. You quickly brush your teeth, change into cargo pants and a tank top, and pull your hair back to keep it off your neck in the Oklahoma heat.

"Okay Ty, I'm ready!" You say as you slip on your boots. He's looking up at you from where he sits on the edge of the bed with a grin on his face. "What?" He stands up and wraps his arms around you.

"You're just so damn cute." He says, tilting your chin up to give you yet another kiss.

"Mhmm I thought we had to go." You murmur against his lips as your kisses become more passionate and his hands find their way to your waist.

"We do." He agrees and you reluctantly pull apart. You open the door and he grabs his keys.

"Who's coming with today?" You ask over your shoulder as he ensures that the door is locked.

"Just us today sweetheart, that okay?" He says, grinning again. You nod and he puts an arm around your waist as you walk into the parking lot and up to his giant red truck.

As soon as you are both in your seats he places a hand on your thigh, you're dying internally but he acts as if it is the most casual thing in the world. You clear your throat and shake your head, trying to think of anything else.

"Do you see it?" Tyler asks quietly. His green eyes are fixed on something up ahead on the red dirt road and you follow his gaze. A dark mass of clouds are forming and you can see it too, the way they are swirling towards each other slightly, the way the wind is brushing over the grasses in that direction, in a way you both know will add fuel to the fire and hopefully cause a storm.

"God it's beautiful." You whisper.

"Not as beautiful as my girl." Tyler responds, eyes fixed on you now, a wide grin on his face.

"You're so fucking cheesy." You say, as if your cheeks aren't flaring a bright red and your heart didn't skip a beat at his words. He simply laughs and looks back at the road, with his hand still on your thigh.

You fall into a comfortable silence as you watch the clouds. They seem almost as if they are dancing, their movements so perfect and fluid. Tyler's driving matches the storm and as it begins to grow faster he speeds up, soaring down the open road as the sun just barely begins to peek over the horizon next to you.

The sight is truly breathtaking. The orange light spills across the acres of land sprawling out before you and is heavily contrasted by the dark clouds floating menacingly above, miles away.

As you get closer light rain begins to tatter against the top and sides of the truck. You watch, transfixed by the storm, when suddenly an idea hits you. You roll down your window and unbuckle your seatbelt.

"What are you doing?" Tyler asks, but he clearly can guess because he slows down slightly. You slip away from his hand that is still resting on your thigh and hoist yourself up so that your entire torso is outside the window. You tilt your head back, enjoying the gentle shower of droplets and reach one arm out, feeling the wind. You stay like that for a few minutes before Tyler calls up to you.

"Get back in Y/N/N, the rains about to get harder." He says gently. You nod and slide back inside, resuming your previous position and rolling the window back up. Tyler doesn't miss a beat and his hand is already on your thigh again before you can re-buckle your seatbelt. You smile and blush but don't say anything.

As Tyler predicted, the rain gets harder almost instantly and you can feel the atmosphere changing as you venture away from the orange sunrise and towards the gray storm.

You peel your eyes away from the storm and turn to look at your boyfriend. His beautiful green eyes are fixed on what's ahead, his jaw set determinedly.

"Whatcha looking at pretty girl?" He asks, caressing your thigh with his thumb. You blush and he turns to look at you, grinning.

"Eyes on the road Tyler." You say, blushing harder.

"What so you're allowed to stare at me but I can't look at you?" He teases.

"Just drive." You groan, attempting and failing to not laugh at his comment.

"Alright, alright." He says, still grinning. "Hey look" He points out the windshield. The clouds are swirling closer together and beginning to form a tight tendril that reaches towards the ground.

"Come on baby." You urge in a whisper, willing it to touch down. Tylers grip on your thigh tightens slightly. It reaches closer and closer then finally touches the ground, instantly causing a swirling cloud of dust to explode into the air. "Fuck yeah!" You shout, clapping your hands together triumphantly.

Tyler laughs raucously at your reaction but can't hide the excitement on his face.

"Happy are you?" He asks with a grin.

"You're lucky you're I love you Ty or I would absolutely hate you." You scoff. He laughs harder at that.

"Whatever you say babygirl."

You sigh dramatically at his teasing but can't help the permanent grin on your face. You're really in love with the stupid Tornado Wrangler. The wind and rain both get harder and louder as you both pull on your harnesses.

Tyler is going at nearly full speed now. Your heart is pounding, adrenaline pumping through your veins. The cyclone is growing and hurtling towards you faster than you are hurtling towards it.

"Ready Y/N/N?" Tyler asks, almost shouting so that you can hear him.

"Hell yeah!" You shout back. He slams his foot on the break, pulling you to an unnecessarily rough stop. You give him a look and he smiles apologetically as he deploys the augers.

"Here she comes baby!" He yells. You curse under your breath and wrap your hand around his wrist tightly as he squeezes your thigh again.

The cyclone slams into the truck, throwing both you and Tyler harshly against your harnesses. The swirling cloud of dirt and leaves and who knows what else obscures your vision on all sides. The truck rocks violently and you squeeze Tyler's wrist so hard you wonder if it will bruise.

As fast as it started, it ends. The howling wind pulls past you and dust begins to settle on everything that was torn apart in its path. You laugh in astonishment, no matter how many times you chase you'll never get over that feeling. You and Tyler both jump out of the truck, turning to watch the twister get further and further.

You don't hear him walk around the truck but suddenly Tyler is next to you. You turn to him, beaming at his handsome face.

"You have fun babe?" He asks, endearingly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You nod and stand up on your toes slightly to press a kiss against his lips. He tangles his fingers into your hair instantaneously as the other hand finds its way to your waist, pulling you closer to him. "God I love you Tyler." You murmur against his lips.

"I love you too Y/N." He walks you backwards until he has you pinned against the truck. You whimper quietly as his hands start to roam your body and his kisses become more passionate. He suddenly breaks away and tilts your head upwards gently so his can kiss your neck. "You. Drive. Me. Fucking. Crazy." He pants out as he sucks on your soft skin harshly.

You moan breathily at his words and unconsciously buck your hips towards him, desperately searching for relief. He reads your mind and, while still passionately marking up your neck, slots one of his legs between yours so that you can rub up against his thigh.

"Fuck baby, I need you so bad." He groans, pulling his head back. His eyes are filled with lust and longing and his beautiful lips look swollen from your kisses.

You place a hand on the side of his face, peering straight into his perfect green eyes.

"Well it's a good thing it's just us today." You say with a smile. "The backseat is wide open."

[internet-ink]

Would you write a fic where LW and reader have been best friends for years, both play for arsenal. They’ve both been in relationships until this year. Reader thinks she’s straight until she realises she’s in love with her best friend

Confessions

Thank you for the request anon!

I haven’t wrote anything like this before but I hope you enjoy it :)

This past year had been a difficult one. It started out great - I was with a wonderful guy, I was doing well at Arsenal, and I had my best friends surrounding me.

Then it all went to shit.

In the space of a week I had caught my boyfriend in his bed with another girl and my childhood dog had passed away.

This was ten months ago and now there was another issue arising. My landlord had decided that now would be a great time to evict me. One night I had a few people round and apparently someone had complained about the noise. He said that he had past complaints about the noise from my flat which just wasn’t true but I really couldn’t be bothered to argue with him.

I had nine days to find a new place to live. Originally I had planned to just find another place to rent, however with the days going by and having no luck finding anything I was beginning to worry.

“Y/N! Pass the fucking ball!” Katie shouted, interrupting my thoughts. I snapped out of my day dream and quickly passed the ball to her.

“Sorry.” I replied.

She ran over to me and put her hands on her hips in a sort of ‘you better tell me what’s going on’ way.

With a sigh, my shoulders deflated as my mind went back to all the issues in my life. “I’m just stressing about this whole finding a place to live thing. You’d think in a big city like London there’d be at least somewhere that was available. But no…anything that is available is just ridiculously expensive and out of my budget. Like what am I meant to do? Live on the streets? If my stu-”

“You could stay with me?” A voice from behind me interrupted my rambling, and a smile took over my face as I saw it was Leah.

Leah and I had been close friends since I joined Arsenal three years ago, I mean we were literally inseparable from the first day of training. She was there for me through everything that had happened this year and I was there for her while she was going through her break up with Jordan.

Up until a couple of months ago everything was normal between us but then I started to get butterflies whenever she gave me a hug which then turned into feeling awkward whenever she’d hold my hand - everything that felt normal before now turned me into a complete mess. I had come to the realisation last month that I was in love with her…with Leah.

“Uhh…em. Do you have the room?” I stuttered, mentally kicking myself for acting so awkward around her.

“Yeah, Jordan moved out a couple of months ago so I’ve got a spare room.” She shrugged although I could still see that the mention of her ex-girlfriend’s name hurt her.

I scratched the back of my neck out of awkwardness before replying. “Only if you’re sure.” I said while scrunching my face up.

“Y/N we’ve been best friends for years, of course I’m sure.” She smiled. My heart sunk at the words ‘best friends’. That was all we would ever be and it hurt to think of that.

“Okay well if you insist.” I giggled.

———

“Is that all you’ve got?” Leah asked after I brought all the boxes with my stuff from my car and into my new house. There was a significantly smaller amount of things with me now than what Leah was used to seeing at my old place.

“Uh yeah, I donated some stuff. Decided to start over.” I laughed. Leah took a box and carried it into my new room, which was across the hall from hers.

“Well this is you. Feel free to decorate obviously…just don’t go knocking down any walls.” She deadpanned making me uncomfortable before she started to laugh at me. Leah was always like this.

With a roll of my eyes, I started to unpack the first of my boxes. As I turned to place my fake bonsai tree on the bedside table I noticed Leah staring at me with a small smile on her face, snapping out of it when she noticed I was looking at her.

“Takeaway pizza for dinner?” She asked.

“Yup. Plain cheese?” I replied. She nodded with a chuckle before turning to leave the room.

I spent the next hour or so unpacking everything and decorating the once plain room. It felt weird knowing that this room once belonged to her ex, I wasn’t entirely sure if they did sleep in the same bed while they were together, but I did know that this room was Jordan’s from the previous times I had come over. It just never once occurred to me that I would be living here with the girl that I had a fat crush on. How was I going to survive this? How would I manage if Leah ever brought home another girl or guy? I didn’t know how to feel.

“Y/N! Pizza’s here!” Leah called up to me from downstairs. I sighed to shake the doubts from my head before walking down to where Leah was waiting in the living room with one big box of pizza.

With a confused look on my face I opened the box, my confusion only growing as I confirmed that there was indeed only one pizza. “Where’s the other one?” I asked.

“Oh, I only ordered one. I thought we could share.” She shrugged as she sat on the couch and patted the cushion next to her, telling me to sit down.

My heart fluttered at the idea of sharing a pizza with her. “Cool. Sounds good.” I smiled, internally groaning at how weird I sounded. Leah returned a small smile before reaching over to take a slice.

Pull yourself together, it’s a pizza for Gods sake.

“You okay?” She asked with her hand covering her mouth to prevent the food from showing. I nodded before taking the seat that she had previously pointed at.

“Sorry, just in my own head.” I giggled as I grabbed a smaller slice than the one Leah had, letting out a small moan at the taste of it. Leah whipped her head to look at me with wide eyes as I blushed at the thought that I had actually done that out loud. “I’m so sorry, but holy shit where do you get this? This tastes better than most pizzas I’ve ate.” I exclaimed.

Leah laughed before shaking her head and wiping her hands with a napkin. “This chippy down the road. Discovered it when I was drunk and I’ve been loyal ever since. I can’t say I’ve ever moaned at the taste though.” She spoke, still laughing her head off. I rolled my eyes before taking another slice.

“Shut uppp.” I groaned. “It just slipped out.” I sighed, still feeling rather embarrassed about the whole situation. “Wait…you kept this delicacy from me this whole time?” I questioned, my mood now going from extreme embarrassment to confusion and slight betrayal.

“Guilty.” She put her hands up like she had been caught red handed before the both of us folded into each other in laughter. During our antics, Leah’s hand made its way onto the top of my thigh, making my breath hitch and my laughter halt. As her laughter stopped too, I looked up to see that she was already staring at me with a nervous look on her face and her eyes half closed, focusing on my lips.

“Leah?” I whispered. The tension in the room grew as the distance between us shrunk until I could feel her warm breath on my lips. My heart rate rapidly increasing as her eyes fully closed and her lips moved closer so that they were millimetres away from my own, my chest finally felt like it exploded as I finally felt the weight of Leah’s lips on mine.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and she wrapped hers around the back of my neck as her tongue licked my bottom lip, sighing as I opened my mouth wider and felt her consume me. We broke apart as the need for oxygen overcame us.

“Wow.”

“Yeah.”

I panted as Leah looked intensely into my eyes, making me feel more nervous than I had ever felt. “Are you alright?” I finally asked as she had been quiet for quite some time.

She leant forward so that her elbows were resting on her knees and her head was in her hands. Feeling immediately off, I reached forward with her and placed a comforting hand on the back of her shoulder.

In all honesty I thought it would’ve been me that was like this if we ever kissed.

“What was that?” She finally asked, leaning back into the couch and staring at me again. I felt my heart sink as she asked that. She sounded annoyed.

“A kiss.” I deadpanned.

“Obviously.” She rolled her eyes. I let out a breath as I mentally prepared myself for the possible rejection that could come from my next statement.

“I like you.” I replied, now looking anywhere but Leah as I didn’t want to see the current look on her face. “No…I love you. I have for awhile - well, a couple of months anyway.” I continued.

“Really?”

I frowned as I stared into the wall behind Leah. “Yeah. I’m sorry.” I said.

As I was getting up, a hand on my knee prevented me from moving anywhere. I took a deep breath as I looked at Leah, not seeing the disgusted face I though I would, in fact she had a huge grin on her face.

“I love you too.” She stated, making my world feel like it crumbled. She actually liked me back? I sat back down next to her and looked at her with wide eyes.

“Really?” I replied.

She laughed and leant in closer to me. “Of course I do, I thought I made it obvious but maybe not? Ever since that night when you held me while I was drunk crying, not complaining once about the snot that I had gotten on your favourite jumper. I love you, Y/N.”

“I think that’s the most romantic thing someone has ever said to me.” I smiled, noticing the crinkles on her nose as she smiled and the small freckles that dotted her nose.

“Shut up and kiss me.”

[virgil-anon]

So I accidentally wrote two alternate endings to chapter eleven of memento mori so here's a different ending to the chapter because I want it somewhere:

That night, he slipped away and apparated to Tom’s manor. He landed in the foyer, and a moment later he was swept up in a hug. Harry returned the embrace, closing his eyes and breathing in Tom’s intoxicating smell.

They parted, Harry’s feet firmly back on the ground. Tom grabbed his hand, then pressed a gentle kiss on each Lordship ring; the Potter stag, and the Black coat of arms, each buzzing with their own power and magical signature. “You wear them well.”

Harry knew his face was on fire, but he ignored it. “Thank you.”

Tom smirked, conjoining their hands. “Of course. Happy birthday, darling.”

Harry leaned forward, their lips so close, yet too far away. “I think it’s time you showed me what I’ve been waiting for.”

Tom swallowed thickly. “Harry,” he warned, “once we start this I won’t be able to go back. Are you ready for that?”

“Yes,” Harry whispered, his hand tightening in Tom’s shirt. “I want this.”

“Good,” Tom murmured before darting forward, conjoining their mouths in a hot, wet kiss. Harry gasped for air as Tom pulled away, running a gentle hand down his cheek. “Because I never intend on letting you go.”

Harry grinned and surged forward, wrapping his arms around Tom’s neck and kissing him like it was his last night on this earth. Tongues mingled and thrusted, teeth sank flesh, and Harry couldn’t bloody breathe but he didn’t care; he just wanted to do this for the rest of his life.

Tom pulled away just long enough to apparate them both upstairs without splinching either of them. Harry let out a small omph when he landed on Tom’s bed. Tom crawled in after him, eyes dark and hungry. Harry grabbed him by his collar and yanked him down into another kiss.

Tom groaned into his mouth; all Harry could do was grin.

Harry waved his hand and vanished Tom’s clothes. He barely blinked and instead surged forward, holding Harry’s wrists down against the bed.

“That eager, aren’t we?” Tom murmured against his lips.

“Yes,” Harry panted, pressing their hips together. Tom groaned into their mouths, canting their hips together. Harry cried out, his cock hardening in his trousers.

Tom’s hand found his cock and firmly grabbed it. “All I have to do is touch you and you’re mine, right?”

“Yes,” Harry cried out. “And you’re mine.”

“I’m all yours,” Tom assured, then vanished his clothes as well, leaving them both naked. Harry’s hips grinded forward with a mind of their own, their cocks rubbing against each other. Harry groaned into Tom’s neck, and he heard similar moans from above.

“Please,” Harry whined. “I wanna fuck you, Tom.”

He pulled back slightly, then went pliant when Harry surged forward and flipped them. His hands slid down Tom’s body, all long bony limbs and cool skin, spreading his thighs before settling between them. He murmured a spell, his fingers slick with lubrication.

Tom watched, biting his bottom lip as Harry gently began scissoring him open. He groaned and let his head fall back onto the pillows. “Harry,” he breathed.

“Yes?” Harry asked, eyes finding his in a mere moment.

“You don’t have to handle me like I’m made of glass,” Tom said. “I won’t break.”

“I want to be gentle with you,” Harry replied, fingers slow and precise as they fingered him open. They brushed something deep inside him, a bundle of nerves that he tensed up when Harry’s slender fingers found their way there.

He gasped, back arching off the bed.

“See?” Harry said against his lips before he kissed him again. “Just like that.”

Tom had the audacity to smirk, grabbing Harry by the shoulder and dragging him back down to meet his mouth in a violent kiss. Tom’s other hand grabbed Harry’s wrist and pressed his fingers harder inside him, causing him to shudder and groan into their connected mouths. Harry kissed him back with his teeth, sinking them into Tom’s bottom lip.

Tom pulled back, a ruby drop of blood welling up on his lip. Harry leaned forward and licked it up, swallowing the taste of iron and salt. As he pulled back, Tom’s eyes were flaring that same ruby red, darkening with want.

It was Harry’s turn to smirk. “Fine, you’re no fragile doll.”

A moment later, Tom pressed him against the bed and ravaged his mouth with his own. Harry grinned into his bloodied mouth, kissing him back with the same amount of vigour.

“Fine,” Tom murmured against his mouth. “Then, allow me to be gentle to you. You are a virgin, darling, and I have no intention of hurting you. At least, not in a way you won’t enjoy.”

Harry’s response was swallowed by moans as Tom stroked his cock. His eyes rolled back as Tom’s cool fingers wrapped around him, his grip light and almost teasing. He let Tom continue while he slid a third finger deep inside his lover’s hole. Tom’s grip stuttered as his eyes squeezed shut. He grabbed that shaking hand and leveraged it up and then back as he pressed Tom into the mattress, one arm pinned above his head.

Tom was boneless enough for Harry to ease his lover’s legs over his shoulders, giving him easy access. Harry watched his cheeks burn, but he ignored it when he slid his fingers deeper, finding that sensitive nub inside him. Harry had done his reading for this, after all. He wanted to be prepared to pleasure his lover.

“Oh! Harry! Don’t stop!”

Like the bastard he was, however, he did.

Tom groaned. “Harry!”

He chuckled. “Patience.” Then his mouth descended on his hole, his tongue truly showing him in that moment how closely tied he was to the house of serpents and how the act of parseltongue truly came naturally to him.

Tom screamed up into the ceiling, legs shaking over Harry’s shoulders before he finally retreated his tongue. And he still didn’t let Tom come.

However, that was quickly going to change as he lined his erect cock up with Tom’s sufficiently loosened hole, still dripping with conjured lubrication.

“Ready, darling?” Harry asked, his smirk sharp and feral.

Tom wrapped his legs around Harry’s waist. “Yes,” he replied.

His hands gripped his waist as he slowly eased deep inside him. He didn’t want to hurt him, especially when he saw Tom’s brow furrow and wince. Harry released all his tension as Tom’s hand wandered all over him, distracting him from Tom’s discomfort. Soon enough, however, his cock was now flush inside him.

Tom pulled a ragged gasp from his lungs, Harry’s cock dragging against every sweet spot inside him. Harry’s nerves were on fire from his tight, wet heat that he never wanted to leave.

“Tom,” Harry gasped, eyes rolling back. “It’s so good, it’s so tight.”

Tom yanked him closer by the back of his head, fingers tangled in his hair. “Harry,” he murmured in his ear. “Move. Now.” He cried out when Harry gave his first punishing thrust. “More!” Tom gasped. “Don’t stop!”

This time, he acquiesced.

Harry was lost to pleasure, arms wrapped tightly around Tom’s neck as he set a steady rhythm, the two of them in perfect sync. So much so, when Tom groaned into his neck and spilled his release flush against both of their stomachs, Harry couldn’t help but come, spraying deep inside. His hips stuttered before he continued to harshly pound against him, flesh smacking against flesh as he chased his release.

Tom collapsed against the mattress before rolling onto his side. Harry rolled over to face him, pillowing his head against Tom’s chest. They rested together, sharing the same breath, living in the same shared moment before the rest of their lives swept in to take it away.

Like the fact that Harry needed to go back to Grimmauld Place tonight. Like Tom’s responsibilities with his subordinates, and the new bills he’s drafting.

But for now, none of that mattered.

Tom pulled away, gently cupping Harry’s cheek in his hand. “Will you allow me to court you, Harry Potter?” Tom murmured.

Harry smiled. “Yes, Tom, yes I will.” And because he was a cheeky brat, he leaned forward and gave his lover a truly filthy kiss.

Tom pulled back after a few moments, spit dripping from his bottom lip. “Harry…”

“Now that we’re properly courting,” Harry began, trailing his hand up Tom’s chest, “what do you say to another round? Maybe this time, you can fuck me.”

Tom grinned, eyes red again. “I don’t believe you’ll be making it back to Grimmauld Place tonight, darling.”

“Perfect,” Harry sighed, and Tom pressed him into the mattress again.

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Chapter VII ✧ A Choice

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Roman Reigns

Summary: Things get out of control while Rhea and Roman are away.

Warnings; smut (there is a lot of smut in this series 😅), fluff, a bit of angst

Word Count: 4.3k

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A/n: @tonuitekan wrote this one cuz I’m on writers block 🥲

It was around 9 am when Roman began to stir awake. Rhea remained in his arms, still asleep. He pulled her body closer to his and stared at her sleeping form. She looked so peaceful. He kissed her forehead and that caused her to wake.

“Morning, sunshine,” Roman smiled while Rhea groaned and hid her face in his neck.

“It’s too early. Let’s go back to sleep,” Rhea whined. Roman just chuckled and got on top of her.

“Well, I know a way to wake you up.” By the mischievous smirk on his face, Rhea knew exactly what he meant.

“Roman-”

“Come on, there’s no one here to catch us.” Rhea stared at him for a few seconds, debating until she finally nodded. Roman then began to lick and suck her sweet spot on the right side of her neck, making her moan.

“You’re not gonna leave me another hickey, aren’t you?” She asked him as he then kissed the spot.

“Well, you kinda scratched my back and you probably will do it again this time, so…”

“You don’t know that.” She scoffed before he paused as he gave her a look.

“Wanna bet?” At his comment, she took it more as a challenge as she flipped them over before he could even react or say anything while she straddled him. At this, he looked up at her and couldn’t help but chuckle right before they both kissed as he held his hands around her waist as they traveled through her back as well.

However, that moment was interrupted as soon as Roman’s phone started to ring.

“You’re gonna answer that?” Rhea asked between kisses before he went and left a few kisses on her neck.

“Nah, they can call back later.” He mumbled, his hands sneaking underneath her shirt as she arched her neck back, allowing him more exposure. At the same time, Rhea’s phone also rang.

“Shit…” Rhea grumbled.

“Just ignore it, we’ll call back later.”

“Reigns, if they’re calling both of us, it means there’s something going on.”

“Fuck…” They both reluctantly broke away as Rhea reached to grab her phone on the nightstand while Roman did the same with his. He decided to go into the bathroom just so whoever was calling Rhea wouldn’t hear him.

Rhea looked at whoever was calling her. Surprisingly it was Damian. She figured that he was only calling to check on her since they didn’t hear from her last night.

Oh how wrong she was.

“Priest?” She said as she answered, sitting down on the bed with a pillow on her lap. “What’s up?”

“Hey- first of all, sorry if I woke you up. Second of all, we have a problem.”

At that, Rhea rested her back against the bed frame as she prepared herself. This happened every single time she wasn’t around. She prayed to God that it wasn’t Dom losing his title again or Damian and Finn losing the tag titles again.

“Alright, hit me. What is it?”

“There’s a rumor going around, many people are saying it but we don’t know if it’s true.” Damian began. “Triple H wants to split the tag titles.”

“He wants to what now?”

“He wants to split them, literally after Roman had them unified in the first place! And mind you, apparently he wants to do this without even letting us know.” She then heard him take a deep breath. “Mira te lo juro, este cabrón no nos quiere dar un break—“

“Hey, deep breaths, Priest. Deep breaths.” Rhea interrupted him, placing the pillow aside as she sat up. “First of all, it’s just a rumor. Secondly, if it turns out to be true, then we have Paul and Roman that can help us with that. Like you said, Roman was the one who got those titles unified to begin with. Meaning that he can talk Triple H out of this. Hell, even Paul can. Remember, Roman is on our side for a reason. Okay? He’s not gonna agree to this either. We’ll find a way around this, but for now, if Triple H approaches any of you about this, let him know that they don’t get to decide that until we come back from SC. Got it?”

“Alright… fine, got it.” From the tone of his voice, Rhea could tell that Rhea was slowly calming down.

“Get with Paul if you haven't already. Does he know?”

“Yeah- and he’s calling Roman about this too.”

At that, Rhea pursed her lips in a thin line. Now it made sense why their moment was interrupted at the same time.

“Okay, he’s probably going to let me know. In the meantime, like I said, don’t do anything and don’t let Triple H, Pearce, or Nick do anything.”

“Fine, okay, okay, um,” Priest sighed. “Just call any of us back to check on you. Paul just got done talking to Roman.”

“Alright, I’ll call you guys later. Take care.” She hung up, and at that same time, the bathroom door opened as Roman went out. She turned to face him.

“We’re gone for literally a day and now shit goes down, again.” He said as he rolled his eyes and went back to bed. “I wonder why.”

“Let me guess, Paul called you about that rumor going on about the tag titles?”

“Yep. I told him to make sure that your boys don’t do anything till we get back if something happens. Because I’m gonna be the first one calling out Triple H’s ass as soon as we come back.”

“It’s too early for this shit…” Rhea sighed as she also sat back on the bed while leaning her head back. For a moment, Roman arched an eyebrow at her.

“So it’s too early for me and you to…?”

“Reigns. You know I didn’t mean that.”

“So you still wanna—“ He was cut off when she suddenly threw a pillow at him and yelped before he caught it until she suddenly got on his lap.

“You ask too many questions.”

“And you argue, a lot.”

“Well, guess we’re even again.” He pulled her into a kiss, one hand caressing her thigh while the other ran through her hair while she ran her fingers through his hair. She momentarily broke away just to remove his shirt as she tossed it somewhere in the room before he switched them once more, with him on top of her. They continued kissing only for a bit until he began to trail down to her neck, chest, stomach, and then her thighs. He swiftly removed her shorts and panties as he tossed them aside.

She relaxed and leaned her head back against the pillow, her right hand still caressing his hair even while he placed her legs on his shoulders as he began to lick her folds.

“Fuck…” She tried to hold back her moans, her grip on his hair almost tightening as he kept eating her out. However, it soon became unbearable as he kept on, determined to hear her beg for him. Her moans only urged him to continue on as he also licked and sucked on her clit.

“Reigns— fuck— I’m close—“ She warned, until she rode her orgasm as she cried out. He lapped her juices away until he broke away, wiping his mouth clean before he went up to her until she flipped them over once again. Quickly, she took her top off before he pulled her yet again into another passionate kiss, his hands holding her waist while she placed her arms around his neck. Her hand then almost urgently gripped at the waistband of his sweatpants, with Roman immediately getting the message as he helped her take them off along with his boxers.

Afterwards, he pulled her close to his body once more as he kissed, licked, and sucked on her neck. His hand rested on the back of her neck whilst his other hand caressed her back and waist as she moaned.

For a moment, both broke away only just to gaze at one another, faces inches away from one another as Rhea rested her forehead against Roman’s.

“I want you,” She mumbled, her hands resting on his chest while he still held her close.

“Rhea…”

“Please.”

He gave her a small nod before he left a soft kiss on the corner of her mouth. Both then adjusted only slightly so that Rhea was able to line herself with his cock as he helped her, slowly sinking down until he was fully in as she adjusted herself to his size, all the while burying her face on his neck and letting out a soft gasp. After a minute or so, she began to move while he held her back and waist in support. Their moans were the only thing that could be heard within the room.

Soon enough, she increased her pace slowly while he also helped her, hearing her moan in his ear before she slightly lifted her head from his neck as she kissed his cheek. Now, it was his turn to also lean to her ear as she rode him.

“You’re mine.”

The phrase alone had irked her. She held onto him for dear life as they continued on. This time with him now kissing her chest and cleavage before going up to her neck, then her lips.

He was on the verge of his own climax soon enough as well, and because of this, he gently held Rhea’s waist before carefully flipped them over. He kept on with a few thrusts while she wrapped her arms around him, moaning his name before he felt himself already close. At that, he pulled out, all the while she also rode her second climax, all the while he came on her left thigh as he then collapsed on the bed beside her.

Their room was silent with the exception of their breathing, both panting and coming down from their high. After some time, he pulled her to his frame while also placing the covers on them as his fingers ran through her hair.

“So, now you’re awake.”

“If you keep touching my hair like that, I’ll fall asleep again.” She said as hid her face on his neck. Her comment made him chuckle as he paused for a moment before his hand caressed her back instead before he felt her cup his cheek and turn his head to face her. They gazed only for a bit while he still held her close to him.

However, that moment was interrupted yet again when Rhea’s alarm on her phone went off. It was already almost 10:00 AM. Cursing,, she broke away from Roman as she reached for her phone and turned off the alarm.

“We gotta be downstairs before they close for breakfast…”

“Want me to go and grab something instead?” Roman asked as he sat up. “I can just bring it here while you get ready.”

“Eh, if you want. I just don’t even want to get up right now, honestly.” She mumbled as she plopped back on the bed. Roman looked at the time from his phone before he took his boxer and sweatpants from the floor.

“We still have time anyways, we don’t leave until 2 PM. You can rest for a bit.” He reassured her.

“Let me take a quick shower…” She said as she sat up and walked to the bathroom. Roman only nodded before he went to brush his teeth, got dressed, and left the room.

Back at the Performance Center, Finn, Damian, Dom, Jimmy, and Solo were all seen training for the next day on Smackdown as they were getting ready. Dom had a title match against Montez, while Finn and Damian were once again set to defend their titles against LWO. Both of them were training with Jimmy and Solo who offered to help them get ready. They arrived earlier just to get a head-start.

After a while, they were taking a small and quick break at the cafeteria as they all sat together.

“So y’all think the rumor could be true then?” Jimmy asked as he came back after fetching himself a protein shake while he sat down between Solo and Dom.

“We ain’t even sure, man. But you know that whatever shit comes from Cody’s mouth lately could be true.” Damian said as he rubbed his forehead. “It’s either true or he’s just bitter because he wasn’t even supposed to get those titles with your brother in the first place.”

“Yeah, about that, I wouldn’t even be talking that loudly about Cody. He’s around here with Jey training as well.” Solo commented as he placed his arms on the table while Damian scoffed.

“And? If he has anything to say, he can say it to my face.”

“Spoke too soon,” Finn mumbled as he ate a breakfast bar that he had in his hand when he saw from behind Damian’s shoulder Jey and Cody walk inside the cafeteria. Both of them having finished their training as they were in to grab a bite and leave.

“They better not come down here.” Jimmy mumbled as he drank his shake. Not even facing the entrance of the cafeteria at all.

“Well, look who’s here.” They suddenly heard Cody speak.

“Again, you spoke too soon.”

“Damn…”

“You just couldn’t wait until Monday, eh?” Damian scoffed as the group turned to face Cody and Jey who walked up to them. “The hell you two want, anyways?”

“Aye, we’re just here to say hi and leave.” Jey simply said as he raised his hands in defense. “We ain’t gonna act like y’all made it so that Roman could come in last Monday and attack me.”

“Pearce isn’t going to be pleased with that, you know.” Cody stated as he crossed his arms. “And he will do something about it.”

“Cody, maybe just leave whatever you gotta say next Monday when we see each other again.” Damian said as he placed his apple aside on the table before he stood and faced him. “Unless you want me to try and injure you again right here, all you gotta do is just let me know.”

“Alright, alright. I’m only telling you the truth, though.” Cody placed a hand in front of Damian to calm him. “If you guys keep on playing like this, it’s not gonna end well. And Jey and I? We’ll gladly sit back and watch.”

“Well, you’ll be waiting for a while.” Dominik said as he drank some of his water. “Because the Judgement Day and the Bloodline aren’t going anywhere anytime soon.”

“Oh, for real?” Jey asked as he crossed his arms. “I mean, eh, I wouldn’t be surprised considering how your “mami” spends more time with Roman lately.”

“Hey, take it easy. Watch your mouth.” Damian immediately said as he turned and pointed at him. “Don’t start any shit.”

“I ain’t starting shit, Uce. I’m only saying facts. Not my fault he can’t stand the truth.”

“Jey. He’s serious.” Solo suddenly spoke, surprisingly for everyone, as he gave Jey a firm look. “This ain’t your business, so back off while you still can.”

“Hey now why are y’all suddenly speaking for him, huh? He can speak for himself.” Jey asked as he turned to face Dom, who had an unreadable expression on his face as he looked at him. “Am I right Dom?”

Dom suddenly stood up, Jimmy and Damian both tried to stop him but he shrugged their hands away. He then faced Jey who was waiting for him to speak.

“Jey, I’m going to tell you this once. Keep Rhea’s name out your mouth.” He told him. “Whatever’s going on is none of your concern, and I mean it. This isn’t a joke.”

At that, Jey tried to hold back a laugh as he rubbed his mouth and looked down at the floor, before he looked back at Dom. “I mean… if it wasn’t for Flair, none of us would’ve known and I wouldn’t be saying this shit. But like… ya might still wanna keep an eye on her cuz she’s been too clingy on Roman lately an—“

Before Jey had the chance to finish his sentence, a fist suddenly met his face as he almost fell. Before anyone could react, Dominik started to beat him up with Finn and Damian immediately jumping to stop him.

“Hey, hey, enough! Stop!”

“Dom, just ignore him—!”

“Come on, let’s get out of here, Uce, he ain’t worth it.” Jimmy quickly commented to Dom who was trying to get out of Finn and Damian’s hold. All the while Cody went to check on Jey as the male Samoan winced in pain while sitting up and rubbing his face.

“I warned you— keep mami’s name out of your damn mouth!” Dominik snapped, all the while Finn and Damian dragged him out from the cafeteria while Solo and Jimmy also followed, the two looking down at Jey and Cody momentarily before they followed the other three out.

“Dom— let’s get out, don’t listen to him alright?” Damian immediately said as the group went outside. As soon as they did, he immediately had the group go into their rental car while he and Solo stood outside of the car as they spoke.

“Where’s Paul at? Is he still talking to Triple H?”

“He texted me back, he should be back in a bit. He was on the phone with him earlier.” Solo told him as he looked at his phone before keeping it in his pocket before he looked at Damian. “Look man, I don’t normally voice out whatever I think out loud for the most part, but Dom needs to keep his head in the game.”

“I know man, I know.” Damian said as he sighed. “Doesn’t help that almost 30% of this company already knows about Rhea cheating on Dom and now they all want to try and use that against Dom any chance they get.”

“At some point, someone’s gonna be bold enough to say something about it during live TV. Raw, Smackdown, NXT, hell, every during Crown Jewel. And if that happens, the whole world’s gonna find out.”

“Look, only a few people know.” Damian told him. “Charlotte knows, Raquel knows, we know, Zelina knows- well, maybe, but I’m not sure if Raquel was the one that told her-, and now, Jey and Cody.”

“Well that’s enough people, motherfucker.” Solo blurted out. “And out of all of them, Cody is the more likely to expose it in front of everyone. And if he does, it’s over for all of us. This alliance? It’ll be over before you know it. And you guys are gonna start falling apart too before you can even blink.”

“Okay- okay, okay, here’s what we can do.” Damian calmed Solo down. “As soon as Rhea and Roman come back, we’ll let them know what’s going on. Aside from the tag title issue. Look, Dom punched Jey and he even already gave him a warning back there, so hopefully he’ll keep his damn mouth shut. But until then, we let Roman and Rhea know and follow their plan.”

Solo was silent for a few minutes. He looked back at the car, before he looked at Damian. “You think Roman and Rhea are still…?”

“… no. I don’t.” Damian shook his head. “Rhea‘s trying to fix things with Dom right now. And Roman’s probably not even messing around with her anymore. At least that’s what he told me after everything that went down.”

“… Damian. I’m gonna be honest with you. And this is just me saying what I saw.” Solo suddenly said. “But I don’t think Roman is keeping his word.”

“Wait. What?”

“Back at the bar that night? He was staring at Rhea the entire time.” He explained to him as he crossed his arms. “While Jimmy was with us chatting and talking shit about LA Knight, I noticed Roman wasn’t listening and that he was looking at someone in particular at the crowd. And it was Rhea.”

“Hold on, hold on…” Damian paused him as he placed a hand in front of the Samoan male while he processed his words. “… if he said he’s not interested in going after her again, then why would he…?”

“You tell me.” Solo simply said. “My bet is that he’s lying. If I were you, I’d keep a closer eye on him the second he comes back. Cuz I’m gonna do it too.” With that, Solo got inside the car while Damian stood, pondering over his words before he rubbed his face.

“Que clase mamabicho…” He told himself as he took a deep breath before he calmed himself and got inside the car. He started the car while he looked at Dom who sat on the left side of the backseat. He was looking upset, despite trying to calm himself down.

“Hey, don’t listen to Jey, man.” Damian reassured him. “You know whatever shit coming out from his mouth is just to taunt you. Don’t let it get to you. Cogelo suave.”

“I know.” Dominik sighed and nodded before Damian began to drive them away back to the hotel.

He needed to have a serious talk with Rhea and Roman.

As soon as Roman came back with breakfast to their room, Rhea also came out from the bathroom with a robe around her. He set the bag down at the desk that they had while Rhea also approached to his side.

“They have anything good?”

“I mean, I’d say better than the food from the other hotel.” Roman commented as he took out one bowl for himself, and the other for Rhea. “You prefer turkey bacon over regular bacon, right?”

Rhea nodded before Roman gave her food to her as well as a plastic fork as well as some napkins and a bottle of orange juice. He went to make himself some coffee from the Keurig coffee maker in their room while Rhea sat on the bed and began to eat.

“You know, thinking about back then, before we did all of this,” Roman spoke as he sat beside her with his plate of food after he finished making his coffee. “I was starting to think that you really wanted this whole thing to be over.”

At that, Rhea paused after taking a bite from her eggs and looked down at her food for a second. She then sighed. “Honestly, I was starting to think that too, but…” She leaned her back against the bed frame. “I’m beginning to doubt myself lately.”

“How come?”

Rhea hesitated at first. She looked down at her plate before she set the fork down and spoke. “It’s just… look, it’s not that I’m saying that it’s a bad thing or anything, but- it just- this happened so suddenly, you know? I—“ She tried to find the right words to say while Roman listened and gazed at her. “One minute we were just hooking up, the next thing we know, we’re… suddenly like this. I mean come on, we barely know each other.”

“Well, I know you’re not a morning person, you certainly don’t like coffee, black and purple are your color, you like metal music—“

“I don’t mean by that,” She huffed as she took a sip from her orange juice. “Well- actually, yeah that too, but… What I mean is like, you know, get to actually know more about each other.”

The room was silent for a bit as she looked up at him. He had paused eating momentarily, pondering on his choice of words before he finally broke the momentary silence.

"I understand what you're saying," he responded, his voice gentle and sincere, ”Why don’t we have an actual date when we get back?”

“I can’t.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I have a date with Dom…” She finally said as she exhaled deeply. “And I know- it was dumb of me, because all of the sudden we’re doing all of this but—“

“You told me you were trying to set things straight with him last night.”

“… Yeah, I did. But… the thing is, I don’t know anymore.” She set her own plate aside. “And hey, I won’t judge you if you decide to be mad at me or hate me after this. But… I have a lot to think about. Especially now.”

She then felt her hand being gently held as she looked, Roman being the one who was holding her hand as his thumb caressed her knuckles.

“Yeah about that-“ He began. “… you kinda made it hard for me to be mad at you or hate you. Just saying.”

At this, Rhea snorted and looked away for a second. “Please.”

“I’m serious.” He insisted, Rhea then facing him yet again as he spoke. “Look, last night we talked about this- and like I said, I’m not the one to decide how you’re feeling. If anything, you’re the one that decides that. And I don’t judge you for it. All I'm gonna say is… I’ll wait.” He told her sincerely, gazing at her as he still held her hand. “If you decide to keep this going, I’ll be completely fine with it. But… if you choose not to, I’ll respect it. Just as long as you’re okay.”

Rhea was out of words to say to Roman at that moment as she gazed at him. Like before, her hand reached out to cup his cheek while he also gently held it while his thumb caressed her knuckles as well.

“So you’re saying you’ll wait for me?”

“As long as it takes.” He planted a kiss on her palm. “Just remember that I’m always gonna have your back no matter what.”

He lightly gripped on her hand while she was out of words. Not knowing what to say. All she knew was that she had a lot to think about the second her and Roman returned to their groups.

And this was just their second day in South Carolina. Only three more to go.

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@sassginaswanmills @riptideripley

[thefloorisbalaclava]

the bet [part two] - all bets are off [dieter bravo x f!reader]

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader Words: ~3.3k Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT SMUT [oral sex - f receiving, nipple play, switch!dieter, switch!reader, unprotected sex, fingering, cream pie, dieter curses a lot and just has a dirty mouth, he's also a tease, kinda sorta semi-public sex because...well, you'll see]. Oh, there's also some smoking mary jane - drug mention. Summary: After losing the bet from last night and that kiss, you end up at Dieter's place, where you both give in to what you really want. A/N: This is part two of the bet!

[dieter masterlist]

Tags: No more taglists, but I will be tagging people I know will read it. @fireproofmarta @absurdthirst

“Hey, pretty lady. You doing anything tonight?”

You smiled as soon as you heard the voice on the other end.

“Hmm…Dieter Bravo,” you hummed, sitting back in your chair.

“Were you expecting someone else?” he asked, a hint of nervousness in his tone.

“No,” you giggled.

“Oh…that’s good. So can we, like, make out again because I seriously can’t stop thinking about it.” He inhaled deeply, then exhaled.

“Are you getting high?” you asked.

“Duh. Are you gonna answer my question?”

You chuckled. “I have lunch in a few hours. Gimme your address,” you said, and suddenly he was sputtering and coughing in your ear.

“S-Sorry.” He quickly gave you his address, and you wrote it down. “Gotta go clean up the place.” Before you could say another word, he hung up, and you looked at the phone before hanging it up, shaking your head.

Most of the time, you never even took lunch. You spent your days hunched over your desk, either standing or sitting, trying to get as much work done as possible. Maybe this thing you have going on with Dieter would change that.

The taxi pulled up to the building you sort of remember from last night, and you stepped out. You rechecked the apartment number and rang the buzzer.

“Yeah?” Dieter’s voice crackled through the intercom.

“It’s me,” you said.

“Oh, shit. Right. Buzzing you in!” The intercom clicked, then buzzed and the door unlocked. You made your way to the elevator and pressed the button for the 10th floor.

“10…35,” you whispered to yourself. As soon as you reached the door, it swung open. “Whoa!”

“Hey!” Dieter simpered, trying his best to lean against the door frame seductively. The smell of weed wafted out into the hall.

“You gonna let me in?” you asked.

“Welcome to my humble abode.” He held the door open for you, and you walked inside. There was nothing humble about this place. It was a beautiful loft, the kind you had always wanted to live in but could never afford.

“Holy fuck, Dieter,” you mumbled.

“What?” he asked as he stood beside you.

“This place is amazing,” you told him, shrugging off your jacket.

“Yeah?” He nudged you playfully.

“Yup.” You turned to him, biting your lip.

“What did I tell you about biting that lip? My job, remember?” He pulled your lip from between your teeth, and you blinked at him innocently. Then he was kissing you.

“Mmm,” you hummed as he walked backward, pulling you along. The backs of his legs hit his bed, and he fell onto it. You squealed and giggled as you fell on top of him.

“This would be so much nicer if you were naked,” he said, pulling you into another kiss. His tongue dipped into your mouth, and you sucked on it, taking him by surprise.

“So, kissing me isn’t enough for you?” you teased.

“I didn’t say that. I just…come here….” He pulled you closer, then pressed his lips to your ear. “I wanna fuck you so bad.”

“Oh,” you breathed, closing your eyes and grinding against him. You kissed him deeply, then pulled away. “You know what would be hotter?” you asked before kissing him again.

“Hm?”

“You…fucking me…against those…big windows,” you told him between kisses.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he murmured against your lips. His hands palmed your ass and helped you wind your hips against him. He wasn’t wearing underwear under his pajama pants—it was becoming more apparent the longer this went on.

“Wanna let all of the city know you’re fucking me,” you said breathlessly.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he said, holding your hips still. You sat up and looked down at him. He had moved one of his hands into his pajama pants. “Fuck.”

“What’s wrong?”

“You almost made me cum in my pants, that’s what.” He hissed as he held himself and tried to regain his composure. “Been a while,” he confessed.

“Want me to—”

“No!” he exclaimed. “I mean…please, stay right where you are.”

“I do have to get back to work eventually, Dieter.”

He pulled his hand from his pants and sat up, wrapping his arms around you. “I know, I know. Can I just…can I see your tits?” he asked, making a face.

“Real classy,” you teased, and he shrugged. You shook your head even as you unbuttoned your shirt. Dieter eagerly watched, his hands opening and closing at on your thighs.

You let your shirt fall open, and he quickly reaches around to work on the clasps of your bra. He was better at that than anyone else you had been with. You shrugged your shirt off and let your bra slide down. He looked up into your eyes and asked silently. You took his hands and put them on your breasts.

“There…”

“Damn…” He moved his hands carefully, slowly dragging the pad of his thumbs along your nipples. He noticed how that made them hard immediately, so he repeated the action, picking up speed until you were writhing in his lap.

“Fuck, Dieter.” You looked down and watched him fondle you.

“Hm?” He looked into your eyes as he grabbed one breast and slowly moved his tongue over the nipple.

“Shit…fuck…” You grabbed the back of his head, pulling on the soft curls. He latched on and sucked, lathing your nipple with his tongue simultaneously. “Dieter, don’t make me cum in my pants when I have to go back to work,” you moaned.

He pulled away from your breast with a pop and licked your nipple as if he couldn’t get enough. “You’re gonna cum just from me playing with your tits?” he asked, pulling at your nipples playfully. You hissed and nodded.

“Interesting,” he purred before moving to the other nipple, looking into your eyes as he did.

“Ah, fuck you, Dieter,” you scolded even as you held his head in place.

“I wish you would,” he teased before biting down on your nipple. You gasped and trembled.

“D-Dieter,” you whimpered. “Don’t…fucking….” He continued teasing one nipple with his tongue and the other with his fingers. “Ah! Dieter!” You started to cum, your hips jerking against him as you threw your head back.

“God, I could listen to you say my name like that all day.” He watched you intently as you came because of him.

“You…piece of shit,” you breathed as you laid your head on his shoulder. He chuckled and rubbed your back.

“That was the hottest thing ever,” he said.

“Oh, you ain’t seen nothing yet.” You bit his neck and then licked it before sitting up and moving off his thigh. “Gotta get back to work.”

“You can’t say something like that and leave.” He rolled off his bed, not even trying to hide how hard he was.

“Yeah, I can,” you said with a wink.

“Well, are you gonna come back tonight?” he asked.

“I’ll think about it.” You slipped your bra back on and then your shirt. You walked over and kissed him. “Make sure those windows are clean before I come back, okay?” You tapped his cheek, and he nodded.

“Yes, ma’am.”

You walked out of the apartment, leaving Dieter standing there like he was lost.

As soon as you left, Dieter searched his place for any cleaning solution he could find to clean his windows.

You sat in your office, anxious to leave. You clicked the pen in your hand repeatedly, checking the clock impatiently. Coincidentally, the mix you were listening to on your Spotify began playing So Anxious by Ginuwine.

“Thanks,” you mumbled. Then it hit you. You were eager to fuck Dieter fucking Bravo. Was he even good in bed? Well, he was good with his tongue. That much you knew.

You couldn’t stop thinking about how he made you cum in your panties. He was exceptionally good with his tongue.

The clock finally struck 5:00, and you practically ran out of the door. You took a taxi to Dieter’s place and excitedly buzzed his apartment.

“Hey, pretty lady.” He buzzed you in, and you walked to the elevator. When you got to the 10th floor, he was waiting for you.

“I hope you know my dick hasn’t gone down since you left,” he said, and you laughed.

“You’re not the one who had to go to work with wet panties.” You walked with him to his loft and stepped inside, noticing that the windows looked much cleaner.

“How wet?” he asked.

“Soaked,” you told him.

“Never thought I’d be the guy to get your panties wet, hm? The guy you hated,” he teased.

“I never hated you, Dieter.” You walked over to the windows and looked out over the city. The sun was going down, and you always thought it looked better at night.

“Wanna smoke?” he asked. “High sex is spectacular.”

“Is it?”

“Uh, yeah. I just remember from…a long time ago,” he said.

“You don’t have to explain yourself.”

“I just don’t want you to think I’m some kinda playboy or something.” This was Dieter Bravo being vulnerable, and you appreciated that.

“It’s fine. Really. Let’s smoke. I think we both need to relax.”

You laughed loudly as Dieter told you another story. The coffee table was littered with half-eaten food and snacks, and you can’t remember how much you smoked, but it felt good to let go for a while.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he said, reaching out to touch your cheek.

“Thanks.” You sat back and stared at him. “So…are you gonna show me how spectacular high sex can be?”

“Only if you want me to.” He moved closer, and you slowly reached between his legs, touching him through his flimsy pants. Then you slip your hand past the waistband and wrap your hand around his dick.

“For me?” you asked.

“Oh, hell yeah.” His hips moved in time with your hand.

“How does that feel?”

He only looked at you and nodded, then looked down at your hand moving in his pants. “Fuck, I’ve dreamed about this,” he confessed.

“Just this?” You continued to stroke him slowly.

“Nuh uh but…fuck it. I can’t think straight right now.”

“Wanna take these off?” you asked.

“Please.” He lifted his hips, pulled his pants down, and kicked them off. Your eyebrows shot up as you took in the size of him. You would have never guessed.

“Wow, Mr. Bravo,” you simpered. You stroked him a little faster, twisting your hand as you did. You stopped for a moment, and he was about to complain until you spat onto his cock and began stroking him again.

His eyes rolled back into his head. “Don’t…stop….”

“You want me to make you cum like this?” You tilted your head, waiting for his answer. His only response was to move your hand away and take the rest of his clothes off.

You stood and undressed. He watched you intently, looking at you up and down.

“Come on.” He led you to the windows you loved and turned you so your back was to them. You leaned against them carefully as he kissed you deeply.

As much as he wanted to be inside you, he also wanted to taste you. He pulled away from the kiss and dropped his knees in front of you. He lifted one of your legs and put it over his shoulder.

“I knew you had a pretty pussy,” he said before spreading your lips with his thumbs. When you felt his tongue on your clit, you gasped.

“I wanna sit on your fucking face,” you moaned.

He froze. “You do?”

“Mmhmm,” you moaned.

He lay on the floor in front of the windows, flat on his back. “Let’s fucking do this.”

“Are you sure?” you asked. “I never—”

“I’m sure, beautiful. Come on.”

You stood above him, then slowly lowered yourself to straddle him.

“You’re gonna have to bring it closer,” he teased, and you giggled. “Are you teasing me?”

You shrugged innocently and moved yourself up his body until you kneeled over his face. “What if you start suffocating or something?” you asked.

“Then I’ll die happy. Come on. I’m ready.” He licked his lips as you slowly moved close enough for him to taste you.

“Oh my fucking god,” you whimpered.

“Mmm!” His fingers dug into your thighs as he held you against his tongue. Your hips started moving back and forth, riding his tongue and face as if your life depended on it. Your hand grasped his on your thigh.

“You’re gonna make me cum again,” you cried. “I’m gonna cum on your tongue.”

That only made him swirl his tongue around you and slurp you down eagerly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck Dieter!” You came hard, your body writhing and jerking on top of him. You were about to climb off, but Dieter held onto your thighs. He wasn’t entirely done.

“Dieter…what…what…I…ah! Too much!” Surprisingly, you were coming again, gushing all over his face. You finally pulled yourself away and climbed off him, your body still trembling.

“If I could drown in you, I would,” he said. You looked at him and noticed just how wet his face was because of you.

“Did…I do that?” you asked, and he chuckled.

“Yeah, you did.” He lay there catching his breath. “You need a break or….”

“I’m fine.” You stood and walked over to the windows again, leaning and pressing your back against one, trying to look as seductive as possible. Dieter sat up, propping himself up on his elbows.

“Fucking goddess,” he whispered. He got to his feet, walked over to you, and caged you between his arms. “Is this how you want it?” He moved one hand to your thigh and lifted your leg to his waist. He slowly moved back and forth, getting his dick wet with your juices.

“Yes,” you murmured, and he slowly pushed himself inside you.

“Who gave you the right to be so tight?” Dieter asked through his teeth. You laughed, but it turned into a gasp when he pushed himself into you completely. You both cried out.

“You fill me so well,” you whined, tucking your fingers into the curls at the nape of his neck.

“You feel too good….” He began pumping in and out of you, stretching you in the best way.

“More,” you begged.

“Yeah?” He pumped faster, pressing your body against the window’s glass even more.

“Mmm fuck me,” you cried.

“You like that, pretty lady? Hm? Tell me.”

“Yes. Yes, I like it!” You moved with him, but suddenly he was pulling out of you and turning you toward the window.

“Hold on,” he warned, and you placed both hands on the glass. He was inside you much faster this time, pumping hard and fast.

“Is this how you want it, baby?” he asked, voice hoarse.

“Ye-ah-ah,” you moaned, your voice coming out in a stammer, timed with his thrusts. “No one’s ever fucked me like this before,” you admitted.

“You know what that means?” He pressed himself against you and laced the fingers of one of his hands with yours. His other hand slid up your body to your neck.

“It means…you’re mine,” he growled. He pushed into you and stilled. You whined and turned your head to look over your shoulder. Then his tongue was in your mouth. It was a sloppy kiss, and you loved it.

“Fuck me, Dieter,” you whimpered, then bit your lip innocently.

“I’m fucking you, baby. I’m fucking your tight little pussy,” he grunted as he slipped a hand between your legs.

“I want you to cum inside me,” you told him, pushing against his thrusts.

“You want a cream pie, hm?” He smirked.

“Yeah. I want it…deep.” You pushed against him again, and he spanked you.

“I wish you could see how pretty your ass looks, bouncing against me. Or how wet you got my dick.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you told him before backing up against him so hard he stumbled back. You approached him and pushed him onto the bed, then straddled him. You spit on his dick and stroke it before lowering yourself on it. Your hands find his chest for balance as you start bouncing on him.

“Goddamn…” He grabbed your ass and helped you bounce.

“Shit,” you cried, closing your eyes. The curly hairs at the base of his cock rubbed against your clit, and it was just the right amount of friction.

“Please tell me I'm not dreaming,” he said.

You shook your head. “Not dreaming, Mr. Bravo.” His cock throbbed inside you, and you smirked.

“God, call me that again,” he moaned, his fingers digging into your thighs.

“You like when I ride you, Mr. Bravo?” You bounced a little faster.

“Mm-hm. Yeah, I do,” he gasped.

“You’ve made me cum twice today. I think it’s your turn, hm?”

He nodded wildly. “Yeah, yeah…my turn. Fuck! Fucking fuck me!”

You moved one hand to his neck and squeezed lightly. “I bet I can make you cum in less than a minute,” you teased. You swirled your hips on him and bounced hard and fast, ignoring the burning in your thighs.

“Shit…fuck…fffff….” He shouts your name, sitting up quickly and wrapping his arms around you tightly to stop you from moving. “Shhhhiiiiit. Can’t stop coming,” he said, and you giggled.

“Give it all to me. I can take it, Mr. Bravo.” You kissed his nose, and he groaned. “Hmm, I think you’re leaking out of me. Wanna see?”

He nodded weakly. You slid off him and sat on the bed with your legs spread. “See?”

“Jesus…” He slid his fingers up and down your slit, gathering his cum, before pushing it back inside you. You grabbed his wrist and brought his fingers to your lips so you could suck them clean. He slipped them out of your mouth and then kissed you hard. He was tasting himself from your mouth, and he loved it.

He laid you down carefully as he continued to kiss you. When he pulled away, he just looked down at you.

“What?” you asked.

“Nothing. I just…I can’t believe we just did that,” he laughed, and it made you laugh.

“You’re an idiot,” you teased.

Dieter was certainly a cuddler. He was pressed against your back right now—arm draped over your waist, and his head nuzzled into your back. He snored softly, and you carefully placed one hand over his, then slowly started to move it. You didn’t want to wake him.

You rolled out of bed quietly and scurried to the bathroom on your tiptoes.

Dieter just happened to wake up when you were in the bathroom. He blinked a few times to focus, reaching out to find an empty space beside him. He sat up quickly and looked around the dark apartment.

He put his head in his hands and sighed loudly. “Too good to be true, you idiot.”

“What did you say?” you asked as you stepped out of the bathroom.

“Ha!” He practically jumped out of bed and ran over to you, wrapping you up in his arms. “You’re still here!”

“Uh, yeah. You thought I left?”

“Mmhmm.” He buried his face against your neck.

“I never thought I’d say this about you, but…you’re adorable, Dieter Bravo.”

“Adorable enough to have sex with again?” he said, and you shoved him playfully. He just stood there looking at you.

“What? Now?” you exclaimed.

“Yeah. I dunno about you, but I could go for another round or ten,” he quipped.

“10? Yeah, right.” You rolled your eyes and walked over to the bed.

“I could make you cum ten more times,” he said arrogantly.

“Oh, you think so?” You climbed onto the bed, putting your ass on display for him.

“Wanna bet?” he asked with a smirk before walking over.

[stayxlix]

the urge to reread 1000x more times and comment on every single line of this part 😩 look what your writing has done to me…

buckle in for a long one ✈️

starting off real strong with a peek into felix’s backstory + his past with the each of boys. each paragraph dedicated to a stray kid made me feel so so much more for otde felix (which was already astronomically high). and the HYUNLIX. not to jump too forward but reading this and seeing the parallel and how hyunjin interacts w mc is so interesting and well written (not to mention felix’s view on being human and how it shapes who he is, AMAZINGLY written 👏 👏 )

AND THE TENSION? i could feel my own heart racing the way you wrote their escape from Hira’s, Yeonjun’s involvement, the scene with mc and the guards, EVERYTHINGGG god and i can’t wait for you to get into the connection between Hira and MCs mom 😭😭

— also felix constantly keeping mc by his side, barely ever letting go. yeah .

““Dude she has a name..” Jisung grumbled from beside you.” THATS BESTIE RIGHT THERE my jaw was literally clenched bc of the tension but this made me burst out in laughter 😭😭 i love love love jisung and mc together, literally my second fav duo besides lix/mc (although chan and mc 🥹)

— also so so interested in jisung’s past? i’m so curious who he lost my poor boy :(

“"You have a steady hand, y/n. You'd make a good medic."” i’m ngl i blushed a little 🥰 i love how the bond between mc and the boys is getting stronger with time + the jeongseung moment was so precious, genuinely am the MOST excited to see mc grow her bond with all 8 boys 🥹

“A pink blush crept up to his ears when he twisted around, glancing over his other shoulder to where the boys had piled into the rover a few feet away. “Yeah, right.." he stammered” DEBBY RYAN EAR TUCK IM SCREAMINGGGG their bond is just so precious 😭😭

and of course THE MIDNIGHT DIP ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). the passion between them is so apparent through your writing, i never thought you could top the last chapter but DAMN… i’m blown away. and i’m so glad they were able to take the time to realize how important they are to each other and communicate 😞 my babies are joking around tgt they’re all grown up !! i’m so excited for lix/mcs relationship to develop even more, lix already sees her as a possibility to love, i just need him to take it 🫠💔

MAN and speaking of, that last fucking line AS ALWAYS. literally cannot put into words how much i adore the last section of this chapter, it’s so heartwrenching and i’m already itching for the next chapter, how do you do this every time 😭

thank you do much for ANOTHER amazing piece, i hope you take the time to rest and take care of yourself 💞 the world you’ve built through this series is PHENOMENAL and i’ll never ever ever get over how amazing this is

president of the greedy coconut club 🫡 signing off!! i have so many unspoken praises for you and this fic i cant word correctly in my head and this is already so so long but thank you so much for taking the time to read through our messages anyway 🥹 i hope you have a wonderful day/night 💞💞 - 🍄

HI MY BELOVED🍄💕 ah can i just start by saying that you are truly the sweetest.😭😭 i got your ask around midnight last night (right before i went to bed) and when i read the first line it completely erased my lingering nerves about posting the new chapter, so from the bottom of my heart thank you so much for this.🥹 it means a lot to me, more than you probably realize.💕

lets dive into things, shall we?? i’m all buckled up and ready to go🚗 (i made mine a car instead of a plane bc i am terrified of flying lmao)

starting off real strong with a peek into felix’s backstory + his past with the each of boys. each paragraph dedicated to a stray kid made me feel so so much more for otde felix (which was already astronomically high). and the HYUNLIX. not to jump too forward but reading this and seeing the parallel and how hyunjin interacts w mc is so interesting and well written (not to mention felix’s view on being human and how it shapes who he is, AMAZINGLY written 👏 👏 )

OH. MY. GOD. THIS PART. THIS FUCKING PART. as fun as it was to write oh my lord did it drive me crazy. i swear i spent DAYS on this part alone.😭 it took ages for me to get it right, esp the hyunlix paragraphs (if only you could see the MESS it started out as lmao) i was so picky about it because their dynamic is something i’ve been so eager to explore, but i think i’m happy with how it turned out. and im really excited that you mentioned the parallel in how hyunjin interacts with mc.🤭 if there’s one thing i love in any type of media it’s a good parallel.🫠

honestly this whole beginning part ended up being one of if not my favorite parts of the chapter because lixs past and how he came to build relationships with each of the boys is such an important part of the story for me. so it makes me thrilled to hear that you enjoyed it.🥹 makes all that time and effort worth it, you know??💕

AND THE TENSION? i could feel my own heart racing the way you wrote their escape from Hira’s, Yeonjun’s involvement, the scene with mc and the guards, EVERYTHINGGG god and i can’t wait for you to get into the connection between Hira and MCs mom 😭

omg i’m so happy the tension and suspense came through for you in this scene.😭😭 i had such a fun time writing it (even though i put them through some major stress here lmao). and the connection between hira/mcs mom is also a storyline i’ve been excited to dive deeper into ever since hira was introduced last chapter, so i definitely can't wait to see what you think as it unfolds.🤭

also felix constantly keeping mc by his side, barely ever letting go. yeah .

lixs protectiveness towards mc is just..yeah..i could go on and on but just. yeah.🫠🫠

“Dude she has a name..” Jisung grumbled from beside you.” THATS BESTIE RIGHT THERE my jaw was literally clenched bc of the tension but this made me burst out in laughter 😭😭 love love love jisung and mc together, literally my second fav duo besides lix/mc (although chan and mc 🥹)

i had to tryyy to throw a little bit of comic relief into all that stress, i’m just so glad it actually made you laugh😂😭 it warms my heart to hear that you enjoy their interactions because i’m equally as excited about the mc/jisung duo.🤭 chan and mc too ahhdkejdfkek they have a unique connection that will definitely be explored more as the story progresses. her relationships with those two (and lix ofc) will be the death of me i swear. my beloved bias line</3

also so so interested in jisung’s past? i’m so curious who he lost my poor boy :(

aah jisung :( hes a complex character and his past is a bit of a mystery rn, but i promise there will be more revelations about his background later on…tbh ive got a whole storyline for him floating around in my head that ive thought about making into a separate one shot some day but im probably getting ahead of myself there..

“You have a steady hand, y/n. You'd make a good medic."” i’m ngl i blushed a little 🥰 i love how the bond between mc and the boys is getting stronger with time + the jeongseung moment was so precious, genuinely am the MOST excited to see mc grow her bond with all 8 boys 🥹

id be lying if i said i wasn't feeling a certain type of way about minho when i wrote this chapter lol.🫠 the slow build up between mc and each of the boys really has been one of the most rewarding parts of writing this story so far. in tv shows/movies i always find myself drawn to strong platonic relationships/friendships (even more than romantic connections a lot of the time) so i think that’s why it means so much to me that you say you’re most excited for her bond to grow with all 8.💕

“A pink blush crept up to his ears when he twisted around, glancing over his other shoulder to where the boys had piled into the rover a few feet away. “Yeah, right.." he stammered” DEBBY RYAN EAR TUCK IM SCREAMINGGGG their bond is just so precious 😭😭

“DEBBY RYAN EAR TUCK” OH MY GOD SAME.😂😭 i LOVE the idea of otde felix getting all flustered in front of the rest of the boys when it comes to mc.🫠 literally obsessed.

and of course THE MIDNIGHT DIP ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)...

THE MIDNIGHT DIP. 💀💀LMAO I CACKLED. this is the only way i will be referring to this scene from now on. if there was a scene i struggled with more than the beginning then it was definitely this one. i spent the majority of this past week (or two) focusing on this part alone because (along with the fact that i wanted it to be a pivotal moment in their relationship) writing intimate smut scenes like this is such a hurdle for me, and ive certainly doubted my ability to convey the passion that i envision between lix/mc so its really reassuring to know that the time and effort i put into these moments makes a difference for you.🥹💕it makes me excited to keep pushing my boundaries so that i can continue to include scenes like this moving forward.<33

MAN and speaking of, that last fucking line AS ALWAYS. literally cannot put into words how much i adore the last section of this chapter, it’s so heartwrenching and i’m already itching for the next chapter, how do you do this every time 😭

you are too kind.😭😭💕 writing those final moments is always always one of my favorite parts about every chapter and it makes me so happy to know that this one resonated with you just as much as it did with me, even if it was a bit heart wrenching.🥹

president of the greedy coconut club 🫡 signing off!!

yeah so basically..this whole last part of your ask turned me into a sobbing mess.😭 actual tears.😭 thank you once again from the bottom of my heart for taking the time to share your thoughts and reactions president🫡 i am flattered and BEYOND grateful that you have allowed my little story to reach you in this way. your feedback is invaluable, it’s always wonderful to hear from you, and ill never get over that either. your words mean a lot to me, and i’m truly touched by your dedication to this story.

don’t forget to rest and take care of yourself too, okay??sending all the love in the world your way my🍄💕 and i hope you know that my askbox is always open for you, even if you just want to come say hi.🤗💕

[arishah97]

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Xe begged me to stay, and with tears in my eyes, I left anyways.

Its been a while since I wrote one of these. Things have been going okay. My work hours have massively expanded and I now work a fulltime job. 9-5. Every weekday. Goddamnit, but humans were never meant to do this shit. five days a week? 40 hours a week? insane.

Never thought the shift from 6 hours to 8 hours would be that much, but it feels like the life is being squeezed out of my fucking soul. fuck capitalism. not that my job sucks that much. I mean, I work at a fucking desk. I dont have to do hard labor or something like that. Its just work.

Things got strained between me and her. I had less time. she was more stressed. and nothing was official.

My friend turned 30. we've been planning a trip to vegas for a while now. I went. and then my dating profile went crazy.

Yeah, I was still on the dating apps. fuck me i guess. is this cheating? i dunno. It feels like emotional cheating. But she was the one who wasn't ready for me. I can't possibly be expected to stay faithful and wait for her. Is that fair to me? i dunno. fuck.

I got a lot of matches in vegas, but 2 significant ones. one night i nearly went over to the first one's. just straight up went over to someone's house who i had never met. It was probably a bad idea, and I'm infinitely grateful for the people who stopped me that night.

The second one... ah. We made plans to meet up for a date. We flirted. We bantered. God, xe was beautiful. Xe was amazing too. We met up. I showed xe my std paperwork, xe showed me xyrs. We went out for Thai. Xe bounced around happily as xe sat. Adorably cute.

We ordered an ride to pick up protection and then go back to xyrs place. goddamit. xe said that xe was mine. xe gasped and moaned and panted beneath me. xe said xe was my good girl over and over and over again.

I said that xe was mine. I couldn't stop talking about xyr toned legs, xyr amazing ass, xyr beautiful waist, xyr beautiful tits, xyr cute face. Xe had a body like a succubus and xe tempted me. I was smart enough not to promise anything to xyr.

Before we even started xe asked if we could still keep in contact after this was all over. I had to say no. It broke my heart but I had to say no. I had to stop myself from saying xe was mine forever. I said xe was mine, but never forever. I had to stop myself from saying I was xe's.

While we were taking a break and cuddling, xe mentioned that if I wanted to stay over, xe would have to go to the couch, as xe punched and kicked in xyr sleep. I told her I didn't care over and over, but xe said that xe felt bad if xe hurt other people, so I relented. I'll never forget xyr face as xe loomed over me, grinding into me as I cupped xyr chest and pulled.

At the end of it all, I admitted to xyr that of all the people in the world to be my first, I'm glad it was xyr. Apparently, xe was under the impression that I was experienced, which was super funny.

I began to say my goodbyes. I put on my clothes. I kissed xyr one last time. As I went over to put on my shoes, xe offered to keep to the edge of the bed. Xe asked me to stay. I grimaced.

I knew that if I would stay, I would surely never emotionally recover. I was waiting on someone. I couldn't make someone else wait on me while I wait on someone, and it was cruel to confess to someone and then say "lol, nevermind". I continued to put my shoes on.

Xe begged me to to stay, and with tears in my eyes, I left anyways.

Its now 2 days later. Xe haunts my every waking thought. We had a short text exchange the next morning, but I knew that we had to stop this. I haven't reached out to xyr since.

I've cried so much, I can barely function. love, sex, feelings, emotions. theyre all tied up. I feel like an asshole. Maybe I am an asshole. On one hand, I confessed that I had feelings for a girl and she asked me to wait. On the other hand, I made someone want me so bad xey called xemself mine, but I walked away like a player.

I need time to process. Thats why i wrote this. Hopefully I will have answers for myself soon.

xoxo,

Ari

[annellspethraven]

7/8/2020 I Found Her. She's Dead.

Reposted from DeviantArt. Crosspost.

TW: This entry discusses the loss of my dog to a car accident.

Those don't sound like words about writing either but really, everything in this life can be words about writing because that's what writers do. Take life and place it into the medium of the written word. I just spent a really productive day writing, albeit a more challenging one. I'm in the midst of a very long story arc (160K words and counting) and this one focuses on an interplay of three characters, the central one of which is a young woman with a reasonably bad case of PTSD. Today I wrote her personal nadir, a passage through a suicidal ideation that had the potential to end the life of the character, her unborn child, and the man fated to be her life partner. Ah, fantasy, where the author controls the endings and outcomes, and messes stay messy only for as long as we gods controlling the narratives wish it to be so.

Now I am in a rather different place. Sitting propped up in bed, with no idea how I am going to sleep tonight. I have a Plott hound under my left elbow who constantly turns her head in nervous upset. Another Plott hound is laying on top of my feet -- her brother, the same one that was snarling and snapping for all he was worth when I tried to bring him back inside awhile ago. It is his way of acting out when he is deeply upset.

It was all because I'd called the dogs inside and these two showed up but our third dog, a terrier mix named Nellas, hadn't shown up yet. That's not uncommon; we live on a farm and nighttime is when the dogs can roam the property a little more freely, and Nellas is often slower to show up than the hounds. My husband was going to be up awhile longer watching the television so I went about my usual routines but mentioned to him she hadn't come in. The usual.

From the title it is obvious that this does not end well. Nellas was in the road, just at the end of our driveway, gone. Hit by a car. The horrible irony of this is that when we adopted her, it was to replace a previous dog that looked just like her...that was hit by a car within 50 feet of the same location. So apparently the universe is telling us that trying to own brindle terrier mixes with white chests is right the fuck out. We brought her to the porch, where our male hound was trying so hard to get her to move and the female just milled all over nervously. He knew. They both knew. They were here before when Maia was killed. I don't know what to tell them. Their playmate is gone. Again.

This makes what, the hundred and fifth pet I have lost? I can't count that high. I can't count how many times I've had to feel the kick to the gut of losing an animal I care about but the cars are among the worst, when I pick up my own dog and feel the bones of her head moving around in crepitus under my hand and the body is still warm but that tail is never going to wag again, and when I gave her a bit of chicken treat at whatever time it was it would be the last time I would see her alive. And when she did the cute thing of jumping on the bed and wriggling into the covers rolling about wanting a tummy rub last night, it'd be the last for that too. Or how she would stand at the doorway and whine because of being afraid to walk past cats a quarter of her size...that she walked past all day long. So many endearments had unfolded only these last few months, after going through so much.

Did I mention she was a horrid dog? She was not at all housebroken as we were told she was, she chewed furniture, office supplies, electronics, garbage. Before Covid made it so that we never left the house, she had to be crated or placed on a lead outside because leaving her alone inside the house for more than five minutes was a recipe for disaster. But the crowning achievement was killing over 50 of our tame chickens and a beautiful peacock we had for years, on assorted occasions when we were too careless, foolish, trusting, or we basically screwed up and the dog had a chance to have a go at the birds. We only adopted Nellas in April of 2019. It's easy to remember, she was sort of an 'impulse decision' that I made exactly 2 weeks after my mother passed away. Anyone else would have taken this dog to the pound a dozen times over but we were determined to make this work because I don't view pets as disposable. Fifteen months. Even less time than we had Maia. It's tempting to want to blame the drivers in our area. Because obviously, whoever hit Nellas also didn't bother to stop just like the person who hit Maia. But at the end of it all it is our fault for not realizing our dog had gone into the street. Which was wholly news to us, because we call them in a lot. Multiple times a night and Nellas has always come from the other direction.

When my husband came in and told me "I found her, she's dead," my first thought was that it must be a joke since my mind didn't want to have to engage with that. Again, irony, when my writing partner and I have spent weeks in discussion of the nuances of a character that is unable to have a difficult but necessary discussion with someone else. For stories to be believable they have to reflect the workings of actual people, and of course the experiences one knows best are one's own -- "write what you know." Yet obviously every character out there cannot be oneself, so there is research, interviewing other people, conversation; whatever it takes to gain enough perspective to create an accurate portrayal. Sometimes we hear so often that 'the first stage of grief is denial' the whole concept seems so...hackneyed. But my own reaction was so...textbook. "You cannot possibly have said what you just said." It's going to take days to mentally go back to having two dogs again. Two eight year old dogs. With a one year old dog in the mix the house is a very different place. I don't know if we will be able to do this again. Maybe three dogs is just a bad idea.

I know that I will just keep writing. It's how I manage everything else. Had this happened at a civil hour, there might have been some friends to talk to but it's quite late. The hound under my elbow is snoring. With our sudden absence, she is sprawled across the bed in the space formerly occupied by Nellas because hounds abhor a vacuum and will expand to fill any available area even on a king sized bed. Well, Nellas' life was very short but happy. She was stuck in a crate in an apartment where she started out, and was able to be on a farm and run and raise hell. Life can be so deeply unfair but...that is just one more thing to write about. And so it goes.

© 2020 - 2023 AnnEllspethRaven

COMMENTS 2

Slofkosky

Sep 14, 2021

I'm not sure if faving this is the right thing. I am so very sorry to hear about your loss.. not only for your beloved but for your mother too. I lost my mother last year just before COVID went crazy and am so saddened by that alone. Losing my fury loved ones is some of the hardest things I've had to go through.... I'll stop now but thank you for sharing. I know this was a year ago but I know how these memories don't go away.

AnnEllspethRaven

Sep 16, 2021

Thanks for the comment...it occurs to me that I have not returned to this space in some time, even though I have things of a less tragic nature to discuss. I think that particular night will always be a snapshot in time for me of being in the middle of intently writing a story, only to be interrupted by those words. You are right, those memories don't go away.

I am equally sorry for your loss. These last few years have marked adversity of a very strange kind for so many people. Not only losses of loved ones, but losses of what seemed like very permanent lifestyles. How ephemeral so many 'sureties' really are is terribly difficult to process, but I have found some solace in a return to simplicity. I heard a talk recently about Aristotle, and his admonishment that leisure hours were for enjoyable pursuits that improved a person in some manner. That struck me, because it caused me to realize how much time I waste when time is something that is now denied to those that are gone.

Whatever your path is, I wish you well :-)

[haileybeehappy]

Harry Styles - One Whole Year

This is my first real angsty piece. I have read a lot of angst where the reader just rolls over and I hate that. lol. heh. don't get me wrong I love them but it would always frustrate me so I wrote this.

SUMMARY : You and Harry are supposed to be celebrating your one year anniversary but he runs off to be with his best friend Jess for her work function. Fight ensues.

WARNINGS : Angsty shit.

You and Harry never fought. And when you did it was quickly resolved. Unless it came to his childhood friend, she was the only person on earth you could say you hated. She pretended she had some sort of claim to him. When he was sleeping in your bed and fucking your brains out and kissing your lips and loving you. But she pretended like she owned him. And sometimes he did too. She would call right before the two of you went to bed drunk and needing a ride home, or right when you guys were going to sit down for dinner she called and needed to talk because she was sad. Cue eye roll.. So that’s why you were here.

“Just once! I would like you to be on my side Harry!” You screamed. You were packing your bag to leave for the night. You couldn’t be around him.

“I am always on your side!” He is standing on the other side of the room, well more so pacing.

“When Harry? Because I’m not around when you are apparently?” You finish packing your stuff into your bag and head for your bedroom door.

“Please y/n let’s just talk,” he begs as he chases you out the door.

“I’m done talking Harry, because everything I say just seems to go in one ear and put the other,” you swipe your keys off the side table and open your front door.

“Why are you running away from this y/n,”

“I’m not running from this Harry, I just need space. And time. Because if I stay around you right now with my blood boiling the way it is there might not be an us tomorrow,” and with that you slam the door behind you

...

You sat in an empty hotel room, on your empty bed, wishing you didn’t feel utterly and completely alone. You had spent the last few hours crying. You can’t get it out of your head. It just keeps replaying and replaying and replaying.

“Baby I just have to go out for maybe two hours then I am all yours,” Harry explains as he pushes his feet into his shoes.

“It’s our anniversary Harry! We were supposed to be at dinner a half an hour ago!”

“I know, I know I’m sorry, but Jess needs me at this work thing. I promised I’d go and I didn’t realize the dates collided okay? This is her one chance at a promotion this huge! This is her make or break. We are gonna have plenty of anniversaries,” he smiles and pecks your lips.

“Fine, just fucking go,” you turn on your heel and head to your bedroom. You de glamorize your self as Harry likes to call it. ‘You’re still gorgeous though baby, always.’ You stripped out of the dress and let it fall to the floor. The beautiful expensive lingerie lands right on top of and you make your way into the huge walk in closet. You would usually wear just a t shirt of Harry’s to bed. But just to be petty you wear a simple black cami and boy short underwear. You wash your face, brush your teeth and tuck yourself into bed. You seem to lay in the dark for hours. Well it was hours because you hear Harry stumble through the house. You glance at the clock he was gone for almost four hours. You turn yourself over so he can’t see your face when he comes through the door.

“Fuckin shit,” you hear as the light from the hallway spills into your room. The door clicks behind him. He basically falls into the bathroom and you hear the shower turn on. His voice travels through the walls as you hear him sing lazily. Then a clamber of plastic bottles hits the floor followed by string of curses. The water shuts off and a few seconds later the door opens. A slightly damp Harry crawls into bed with you and pulls you to his chest. Even with the anger in your bones you body instantly relaxes against his and you find yourself really falling to sleep.

...

You wake up and your body is still entangled with Harry’s. You get yourself up from bed and head to the kitchen to make yourself breakfast. Just as you finish the last batch of pancakes you hear Harry’s feet on the floor coming to the kitchen. You click off the burner and turn around to see him shirtless standing, leaning against the wall. Pajama pants hung low on his hips.

“G’mornin love,” his morning voice sending shivers down your spine.

“Mhm,” you grab the whole three pancakes you made and sit yourself at the breakfast bar.

“Make any for me?” He asks coming up behind you.

“No, go ask Jess if she can make you pancakes,” he lets out a huff.

“Fuckin shit babe,” you turn to look at him. “I’m sorry but I made a promise,” you roll your eyes.

“Yeah cause you’re great at making her promises but when it comes to me. Well fuck me right?” You stand up with a clang of your silverware. “I’m not where near as important as your precious little Jess because I’m just the girlfriend. Not the best friend. Not the childhood friend. Just the girlfriend, of one whole year,”

“That’s not true!”

“You know damn well it’s true. I have put up with this for a whole damn year Harry!” You shove past him. His shoulder hitting yours and head off to the bedroom.

“I love you y/n, more than anything. But you’re being dumb about this,” the second the words leave his mouth he regrets them.

“Dumb? I’m being dumb?” The calmness in your voice almost scares him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that,”

“You left me. On the night of our one year anniversary. To be with your best friend and lest me alone. In our house, our very empty home,” you were seething. But your voice still calm. “Because you’re never home. Because when you are home you are at her beck and call because you care more about that home wrecking bitch than you do about me,” he’s just standing at the opposite end of the hallway. Completely still. You both stand there in silence for a while. The only thing you can hear is his breathing and the tick of the clock only feet from your head. “You and I both know if you needed to choose. You’d choose her. Which I was fine with when we first got together. Cause you know? We just started dating. But now a YEAR LATER!” You finally raise your voice. “WHEN TWO MONTHS AGO YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU WANTED TO SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE WITH ME!”

“I do y/n,” he basically whispers.

“You have a damn weird way of showing it,” you turn and enter your shared room.

“I don’t know what you want me to do y/n, she was my life for over a decade! She was the only solid person in my life besides my family and the people I pay to stick around. Until I met you,” you pull a bag out from under the bed and start packing up some clothes.

“I get that Harry, I really do. And I am so tired of hearing it. Every time we have this fucking fight. I am so damn tired of it,” you move to the other side of the closet packing a few shirts in the bag. “I needed you last night. I needed you when you left at three in the morning to go pick up Jess, I needed you when after you had been gone for four fucking months. And she showed up TWO HOURS AFTER YOU GOT HOME! I didn’t even get to fuck my boyfriend before she stole you away from me. Because she was SAD!” You push past him once again and head to the bathroom.

“I’m sorry y/n I don’t know what you want me to say. Or do?” You tossed the overnight essentials into a bag and headed to your nightstand.

“I just want you to love me the way I love you. I want to be your person. But I’m a little to late for that cause you found her already,”

“You’re wrong y/n, YOU are my person. I love you with everything I have,”

“You’re just scared of losing me,” you open the drawer and pull out your charger and a few other things.

“What do you want from me? How do I fix this?”

“Just once I’d like you to be on my side Harry!”

...

He had only called once and text a simple ‘I love you’ you couldn’t bring yourself to move off the bed. You had since let your phone die and just laid in bed in silence.

Once you finally find the mental energy get up and plug your phone in you drag yourself into the bathroom and draw a bath.

Once the waters filled as high as it can go. You strip and sink into the tub. The hot water basically cooking you. You missed him, so much. But it hurt so much, he has hurt you so much and you don’t want to hurt anymore. You sigh as a few tears slip from your eyes.

“Why?” You sigh out loud. You sink all the way down in the tub and submerge yourself completely in the water. You lay there until you have no more breath in your lungs. Pushing yourself from the water you sit up and go to pull the plug. The water now almost cold. You still feel numb. You get out of the tub and wrap yourself with a towel and twist your hair into another smaller towel. You walk over to the bed and plop on your back. You can feel yourself start to doze when your phone rings. You expect it to be Harry but when you pick up the phone Jess’ name is splayed on the phone. You scoff and let it ring. After the third time you answer.

“Yes?” You groan

“What happened?” She sounds angry.

“None of your business,” you put the phone on speaker as you dig through your bag to get clothes.

“Well Harry is upset and that makes it my business,” oh yea?

“How does that make it your business?” You finally find your favorite shirt of Harry’s. As much as you hated him right now you needed to feel him somehow.

“I care about him y/n. I thought you did too?” You scoff.

“You didn’t not just say that. Really? I love him. With every fiber of my being. You are the reason he is like this Jess. Because you are so hung up on a man that will never feel the same way about you as you do him. He will always love you like a sister. Cause that is all you’ll ever be to him. So stay out of our relationship,” click. You didn’t even want to hear whatever her response was. You slipped the shirt over your head and crawled into bed. You wish she hadn’t called. Because now you are never gonna sleep.

What did he tell her? Why did he tell her? Does he know she called? What is happening right now. You two were supposed to be celebrating your anniversary. Hell you didn’t even want to. It was just another day together. 365 days, one whole circle around the sun. You loved him and you didn’t need an anniversary to prove anything. You just wanted to lay in bed and maybe make dinner together. But he had to make a big deal out of it, and then leave you all alone. You don’t know how long you have been laying in bed. It feels like days but you know it’s only been a few hours at most. You are so tired but can’t sleep. You have spent so many nights like this when he was away but you always had the comfort of calling him and hearing his voice or even listening to his songs. The thought of that now almost makes you sick. You let out a sob.

[sliebman10]

(Attack)/Streaming

(I wrote this before yesterday's prompt changed, and today's was a continuation, so I put them together. )

CW: injuries

"Pads? Are you there?" The mirror in Sirius's pocket started shouting.

"Shit, Prongs…what's wrong?" Sirius asked, blinking blearily at James' pale face. He must've fallen asleep on the sofa again. His sleep was all messed up when Remus wasn't there. "Where've they sent Moony?"

"I don't know, he can never tell me. Why? What's wrong?" Sirius asked, fully awake now and panic rising.

"There's been an ambush…an attack. Something to do with the werewolves. Listen, I'll Floo in. I'll tell you what I know." With that, James' face left the mirror.

Sirius couldn't move or think.

A few minutes later, he felt the pull on the wards and let James through into his and Remus's flat. "What the fuck happened, James?"

James shook his head. "I don't know all the details, just that the Death Eaters ambushed one of our targets, and there were a bunch of werewolves there. In human form, obviously, but still there."

"Were there…any casualties?" Sirius whispered.

"I know a couple of Aurors were brought to St. Mungo's, but that's all I know."

"Where?"

"I don't- "

"Then I'm going to find him myself." Sirius said, going to the fireplace for his jacket and shoes.

"Pads, you can't…it'll put him in more danger." James said, and Sirius froze.

"Fuck." Sirius's eyes were burning and James was pulling him into an embrace.

"I'll stay here with you, Pads…till we hear something." James said, uncharacteristically quiet.

They waited.

And waited.

Sirius thought he was going to go out of his mind with worry. He kept imagining all the horrible things that could have happened.

Then in the middle of the night, the Floo ignited and a figure stumbled out. Sirius was there in a flash and caught him before he went down. "Moony." Sirius whispered, as he guided Remus toward the sofa. "You're home. We've got you."

"Let's get him to the bed, Pads." James said, his keen eyes taking in Remus' visible injuries. Sirius nodded once and they both helped Remus into the bedroom and situated him in the bed.

"Sirius?" Remus said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sirius was at his side instantly. "I'm here, darling. Don't talk. Me and James are going to patch you up, that ok?"

"Yeah." Remus said. He closed his eyes. Sirius scanned him with his wand, the way Madam Pomfrey had shown him.

"No broken bones." Sirius murmured. "Prongs, there's blood replenishing and pain killing potions in the bathroom cabinet."

"Got it. How up to date are they?"

"Lily brought them over last week."

They both made quick work of healing spells and gave Remus the potions. Sirius gingerly slid into bed next to him and took his hand. James watched this and said, "Do you want me to stay?"

Sirius sighed. "I think we'll be alright."

James nodded and gave Sirius a fierce hug before leaving the flat to apparate home.

After James left, Sirius couldn't keep himself composed anymore. Silent tears were streaming down his cheeks as he held Remus's hand while the magic worked to heal him.

"Pads."

"Moony?"

"Yeah." Remus huffed, conversation seemed to be too much.

"Don't talk, love. Just rest."

"I'm sorry, Pads…I didn't want -"

"I know." Sirius said, gingerly gathering Remus in his arms.

@wolfstarmicrofic

[mypoisonedvine]

vignettes of a bond || alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader

I originally wrote this in two parts for my sleepover but after I realized how long it accidentally became, I've reformatted it, added/changed a few things, and made into a oneshot!

word count: 3.1k

warnings: smut, angst, knotting, violence

June 2nd, 1943, 11:43 p.m., James Barnes’ bedroom

“I wanna do it, before I go,” he whispered against your skin. “But I know it’s wrong. It’s too cruel.”

“No, please,” you whimpered, “I want it. I want your mark.”

Bucky pulled back for a moment and you examined your Alpha’s face carefully, knowing it might be the last time for a long time. “I couldn’t bond to you and then leave you. It wouldn’t be fair… you deserve to find somebody who can stay, and be with you, and protect you.”

“All I want is you,” you whispered. “Please, Alpha… bite me.”

You saw him hesitate for a moment before he leaned in and sucked at your neck, building the anticipation before he finally sunk his teeth into your skin and you cried out, one single tear rolling down your cheek. “Mine,” he growled against your skin as he lapped at the healing wound, “my Omega. Forever.”

“Yours, only yours,” you agreed eagerly.

It wasn’t the first time Bucky had taken you, but that night he really and truly claimed you, left you a desperate begging mess, stretched out over his knot as he filled you over and over.

The next morning, you were still sore between your legs as well as on your new mark, and it took everything in you to be strong as you saw him off at the train station, waving goodbye and praying that your Alpha would return to you soon.

November 9th, 1943, 2:24 p.m., undercover SHIELD facility

“You promised Bucky you’d take care of me,” you reminded him with a little smile, wiping a tear from your cheek.

“I know,” Steve relented, “but we both know I can’t do that. Not in this state. But maybe I can protect you if I do this. Maybe I can protect my country. I owe it to everyone, especially Bucky, to try.”

You nodded. “But I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too. Come see me before I ship out for good, alright?”

“Of course,” you agreed.

December 27th, 1943, 8:32 a.m., your front porch

“You’re lying,” you gasped as you shook your head. “You’re wrong, no, it’s not true.”

“It is,” Steve promised as tears welled in his eyes, “I’m so so sorry, I saw it myself, I had to watch him fall…”

“It’s not true! He’s not dead!”

“I know he loved you so much. He talked about every day, he couldn’t wait to come home to you,” Steve remembered, choking up noticeably. “But he won’t. He’s gone.”

“You don’t understand, I know, okay? I know.”

“You’re in shock, I understand, it’s hard to lose your mate—”

“You’re a beta, you wouldn’t understand,” you dismissed; sure, he looked like an alpha now, but it didn’t make a difference. “Omegas, we know when our Alpha dies, we feel it, it kills us. He’s far away, but he’s still there, I still feel him!”

Steve held you as you sobbed, your body crumpling into his arms. Sometimes you thought maybe he held you too tight on accident because he was still getting used to his new strength; other times you thought he did it on purpose.

February 3rd, 1944, 12:00 p.m., undercover SHIELD facility

“Even when I had nothing, I had Steve,” you recalled shakily, “and now he’s gone too.”

“Is that why you’re volunteering?” Agent Carter asked you. “Because you’d rather sleep for a hundred years than live without your mate and your best friend?”

“I’m volunteering because my mate and my best friend died for SHIELD,” you corrected firmly, “and if I’m not willing to also, then I’m admitting I think they went to waste.”

“Steve told me you didn’t think Bucky was dead,” Peggy remembered.

You winced. “I’m not sure. But I know he’s not coming home again. I came here to give whatever I could to help find him… I was asked to participate in a cryogenics research study. If it helps him, then I’ll do it.”

She was about to get up, apparently satisfied with your final interview, but you stopped her.

“On one condition,” you added. “If James Barnes is found, alive or dead, wake me up to see him.”

She nodded, stepping out of the room and leaving you alone again.

May 8th, 2012, SHIELD headquarters

“Can you hear me?”

You slowly blinked awake, your vision taking a moment to catch up with your mind. You saw tubes coming out of your arms; you saw Steve above you, looking like the day you saw him last.

“Did you find Bucky?” you asked instantly. Why else would they wake you up?

“No,” Steve answered, seemingly a bit disappointed that that was your first and only question.

“Then put me back to sleep,” you demanded.

“It’s been 68 years,” he told you. “You’ve slept for 68 years. It’s time to wake up.”

And you did, more than you ever wanted to, because you realized you couldn’t feel him anymore. Your Alpha was gone. Worse, he probably died while you were asleep; he probably died alone.

One more time, like he had 68 years ago, Steve held you while you sobbed.

August 1st, 2014, 2:11 a.m., Avengers compound, Steve Rogers’ quarters

You ran into Steve’s room barefoot and still in your pajamas, barreling through the door and right into his bed.

“Steve, I feel him!” you rushed.

“What?” he groaned sleepily, looking up at you as he blinked in confusion.

“I feel him again, he’s alive,” you explained. “I know it. He’s weak… he’s hurting… but he’s there.”

“That’s impossible,” Steve shook his head. “It’s been too long, he would’ve died of old age anyways.”

“Don’t you want to believe it? Don’t you want to think he’s out there?”

“Do I want to think he’s alone and I didn’t save him?” Steve hissed. “No, I can’t say that I particularly do!”

“But we still can, Steve, we just have to find h—”

But before you could finish, the feeling left you, and you were just half of something again.

“Oh,” you breathed.

“He’s gone again?” Steve realized.

You nodded, biting your lip as it started to quiver. He sighed and pulled you into a hug. “If I could just see his body, and know it was over,” you whispered, “if I could just bury him, have a funeral…”

“We’ll have one,” Steve decided, “after this mission. We’ll put him to rest. He deserves that, and so do you.”

You nodded into his shoulder. It shattered you into a million pieces but it was still the better option, to try to let him go in whatever small way you could. He would always, always, always be your Alpha, nothing could change that, but a funeral would at least bring some closure.

That would have to wait until after your next mission though… and it was going to be a big one: tracking the elusive Winter Soldier.

August 3rd, 2014, 1:14 p.m., Lower East side

You were a few blocks away, helping civilians escape the firefight, when you felt it.

For one impossibly brief moment, you felt him, stronger than you had in nearly 80 years. He was here.

You instantly got up and ran like you’d never run before, finding the Soldier and Steve locked in a brutal showdown— but his mask was gone now, and you nearly fell to your knees at the sight of him.

“Bucky!” you yelped, but you knew he wasn’t there or you would’ve felt his presence. Your Alpha was somewhere underneath the shell that wore his face, and you needed to find him.

You ran forward just as Steve made a break for it, getting to him just in time to stand between the Soldier and his mission.

“Alpha, please,” you whimpered, clutching at his chest. A metal hand backhanded you to the ground.

“Out of my way, Omega,” he growled, stepping over you, but you grabbed at his ankles even when he tried to kick you away.

“My mark,” you explained hastily, pulling your shirt down some to make sure it was visible. “It’s yours. Do you remember? You gave me this. This is your mark on me.”

He stared down at you, seeming to be contemplating it, and you scrambled back to your feet and faced him.

“I still feel you,” you whispered. “I knew you were alive, I knew you’d come back to me. I could feel you, right here,” you explained as you took his hand and placed it on your chest. “Could you feel me? Did you know I was waiting for you all this time?”

His eyes were watering but he still seemed confused— stunned, more specifically, as you placed your hand on his chest.

“I’ll always be yours, Bucky. I’ll always be your Omega, no matter where you are.”

A stun gun took you down, an array of masked men appeared, and before he could really see you for what you were, he was dragged away and taken to be erased again.

August 3rd, 2014, 9:04 p.m., Avengers compound, medical bay

“I can’t believe we let them get away,” Steve lamented, resting his face in his hands. “I can’t believe they took him again…”

“They’ll be back,” you promised sternly. “They’re going to figure out what I am to him. They’re going to realize I could break his programming. And they’re going to come for me.”

“And when they do?” Steve pressed.

“We’ll be ready. And I’ll get my Alpha back.”

August 3rd, 2014, 9:04 p.m., temporary HYDRA operations facility

"The woman on the bridge... the Omega..." Bucky mumbled. "She knew me... she had my mark."

"No she didn't."

He furrowed his brow. "She showed me..."

Pierce sighed, glancing over to the HYDRA scientist who looked back at him sternly.

"She's too dangerous to be left alive," the man sighed, shrugging in his lab coat. "We can't deprogram a bond like that."

"We'll take care of her," Pierce promised.

Bucky launched from the chair, snapping his restraints like paper. "Touch her and I'll fucking kill you!" he bellowed, tackling his handler to the ground.

Pierce just laughed as another scientist jabbed Bucky with a needle, dosing him with something strong enough to kill any other man but just enough to knock out a super soldier. Pierce stood up and dusted himself off as he watched Bucky go limp and be lifted back into his chair.

"I can see the fight in your eyes, Soldier," he taunted as he leaned into his face. "I know you really would kill me, if you could. The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak, right? But don't worry about your mate, we'll make it quick and painless. Hey, maybe beforehand me and a few of the other Alphas will show her a good time, poor thing's been without her mate for 70 years... I bet she's raring to go."

Bucky's arm twitched as his eyes started to fall shut, a tear falling down his blank and motionless face.

"Wipe him," Pierce instructed to the scientist, turning and walking away as the electric whirr of the machine charging up filled the room.

August 11th, 2014, 3:53 p.m., SHIELD headquarters

Steve was impressed with how accurate and imminent your prediction was; HYDRA was hot on your trail and desperate to eliminate the biggest threat to their Asset. Knowing they were coming made it easier, but it was still a brutal fight.

You and Steve tried to stay together, but they were smart, they used the perfect bait to lure you away.

"Tell me where he is," you demanded from the HYDRA agent as you held a blade to his neck, "then I'll kill you."

"Isn't it supposed to be 'or I'll kill you'?" he frowned.

You shook your head. "Not the way I operate."

Opposite to the reaction you were expecting, he grinned widely. "He's here."

Your heart stopped.

"On the roof. He's here to kill you."

You dropped the knife and ran straight for the stairwell, ascending them like they were nothing and calling out for your Alpha.

You found him there, waiting, gun trained on you. Raising your hands in surrender, you yelled to him again.

"Bucky," you called across the windy roof, eyes nearly blinded by the bright afternoon sun. "Alpha."

"I'm not who you think I am," he yelled back. "I'm not your Alpha."

It hurt to hear it in his voice, but you knew it wasn't him. Cautiously, you stepped closer. "Before you left, you told me you didn't want to mark me and leave me behind," you recalled. "But I wanted it. I wanted to be bonded to you more than I'd ever wanted anything."

He could clearly see you were coming closer, he even tightened his finger over the trigger of his weapon, but he was waiting. You kept walking to him, slowly.

"I've never regretted it," you continued, "not even when I thought you were dead, not even when I had to spent a lifetime-- more than that-- apart from you."

Finally you were face to face, and you stepped closer until his gun was pressed right into your chest.

"You can shoot me now and I still won't regret it," you promised. "I love you."

Shakily, he lowered his weapon. "Omega..." he breathed.

"Your Omega."

He pulled you into him and you sobbed as you felt him come to life in your arms-- the real him, your Alpha, your Bucky. He held you close and breathed against the top of your head and it was like a dream coming true decades after you'd forced yourself to let it go.

But you'd never given up. And now you had found him again.

Agents started to come onto the roof and Bucky spun the two of you around, firing with his right hand and using the left, metal arm as a shield for you.

He carried you and you didn't even know where he was taking you, but it didn't matter. In his arms, you were home.

August 12th, 1:03 a.m., Avengers compound, your quarters

You hadn't stopped coming or crying for at least an hour. Bucky had all but split you open on his knot all night and he didn't show any signs of stopping.

He apparently intended to make up for lost time. And you'd lost a lot of time.

"Just one more, I know you can give me one more," he groaned furiously rubbing your clit as his knot began to swell again.

You could give him anything, as long as he asked for it like that.

You'd lost count of how many times he'd told you to come for him, and how many times you did it immediately.

"I can see how full you are," he whispered as he rubbed your stomach gently. "So much seed in you that your body can't hold it all."

You looked down and yep, you were distinctly bloated from his come alone; it made you a little dizzy to even look at it.

"The idea of you alone during your heats, no one to protect you, it kills me," he explained with a growl. "I won't let you go again. I can't."

"Then don't," you sighed. "Never leave this bed, fill me with everything you have."

"Did anybody ever help you through them? The heats?" he asked. "I wouldn't blame you, they can be so painful... I just need to know so I can make sure you forget about them."

"No, Bucky, never— I never let anyone touch me."

"Steve could've helped you, at least some..."

"He wouldn't have, he loves you too much. And I wouldn't accept anything less than you, ever. You're my Alpha. We're bonded. There's never anyone else."

That didn't seem to satisfy him, his eyes darting away as he swallowed. Your gut sank with the realization he probably wasn't being totally honest about why he asked.

"Your ruts," you gasped. "Were you alone for all of them?"

He shut his lips tighter.

"Bucky, it's okay, just tell me. I was asleep for 70 years, I skipped most of them, but you... you had to live through them all."

"They gave me betas, and omegas," he mumbled, "but I don't... I don't really remember. I know they wanted me to. They threatened to hurt me if I didn't, because they knew I'd go crazy after so many ruts alone, but I can't remember if I really did it. I remember... I remember crying, and begging for you."

"Alpha," you breathed as you felt new tears run over the stains of your old ones. "It's okay. Whatever happened, it's okay now. We're together again. Everything's okay."

You wiped his tear away with your thumb, holding his face tightly, weaving your fingers into his long hair.

"I'll always be your Omega," you promised.

He leaned in closer to you, kissing your cheek before pulling back a little. "It's faded," he whispered as he ran his thumb over the mark on your neck. "The last time I saw it, it was still fresh."

"It's older, sure, but it's stronger than ever, Bucky."

August 14th, 10:12 a.m., Avengers compound, residential area kitchen

Steve's eyes went wide when he came into the kitchen for breakfast and found you there, steeping your tea. "Surprised to see you out of the love nest so soon," he smirked.

"It's been three days, I don't think that counts as soon," you scoffed.

"It does to him," Steve frowned. "He's asleep, isn't he?"

"Yep."

"I know he wouldn't let you out of his sights if he was conscious," Steve chuckled.

At that moment, you heard Bucky call your name and run out into the hall, only a bedsheet covering his groin as he appeared in the doorway. You spun around and smiled when you saw him come running towards you, embracing you with his free arm.

"You should've told me you were leaving, I got scared when I woke up without you," he admitted weakly.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry!"

He pulled back and clutched your face in both his hands. "I'm waking up next to you every morning for the rest of my life, you understand?"

You nodded dutifully. "Yes, Alpha."

"One hand on the sheet, please, Buck?" Steve winced, looking away.

“Whoops,” Bucky groaned, reaching to cover himself as you laughed softly.

“Let’s go back to bed, baby,” you decided quietly, taking Bucky’s (free) hand in yours and waving goodbye to Steve, who was already making his way as far out of earshot as possible.

[pink-sparkly-witch]

Coming Home, Part Two

Summary: Part two of a little A/B/O one shot I wrote a while back. You can read it HERE! It’s the morning after Jensen returns home a few days early from filming The Boys, having been away from his omega for six long months. 

Characters: Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Female Omega!Reader

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, fluff, pregnancy, language, possessive!alpha, clingy!alpha, scenting, light smut

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: I’ve wanted to write a sequel to Coming Home for a while now, but other WIPs have been using all of my energy, so imagine my shock when I opened a brand new notebook, and these are the words that came tumbling out! I hope you enjoy it. As with all my works, this hasn’t been beta’d, and any mistakes are mine.

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As he slowly became more awake, he noticed how at peace he felt for the first time in weeks, thanks to once again having his girl in his arms. Taking a slow, deep inhale through his nose, he purred lowly as Y/N’s scent of magnolia, cotton and summer rain assaulted his senses. It appeased the alpha and assured him that Jensen woke with the sunrise despite the late hour he got home. Feeling a comforting weight on top of him, he opened his eyes and tried to suppress his laughter. His omega, Y/N, was fast asleep, straddling his waist with her arms wrapped around his neck, clinging to him like a koala. He touched her back, stroked down the length of her spine, and softly kissed her head, elated their bond was still intact and any frayed threads were beginning to knit back together.

Lost in his thoughts of never leaving her for so long ever again and how he could make it up to her, he completely forgot about the new scent he could detect throughout the house last night until the warm, comforting aroma of gingerbread surrounded him.

“Good morning, pup,” he whispered. “What d’ya say daddy makes you and momma some breakfast, huh? I hope if you’ve started making her feel sick yet, it’s not over pancakes and bacon!” he grinned and carefully rolled Y/N to her back and gently disentangled himself from her limbs.

Getting out of bed, Jensen paused halfway to the door at the sound of his whining omega. He heard shuffling and sniffling before a contented purr sounded. He smiled widely, his chest puffing with pride, and his stomach flip-flopped like a lovesick teenager taking in his perfect omega.

She had shuffled over to his side of the bed, wrapped herself around the covers, and was smiling softly into his pillow, happily covering herself in his scent as if clinging to him all night still wasn’t enough! God, did he fucking love her! 

He sang quietly along to the radio, flipping pancakes and bacon to his heart’s content. He was famished after losing a considerable portion of his appetite this past month. Apparently, he was over that, and his body wanted him to make up for the lost sustenance with the amount of food he was cooking.

Jensen had gone into the alpha equivalent of nesting. He cared for his omega’s every need, keeping her fit and healthy so she could focus on doing the same for their unborn pup. Filling plates with his prepared feast, he set everything on a tray and carefully went upstairs and back into their bedroom.

He entered the room as quietly as possible, desperate not to wake her. He laughed when he saw Y/N sitting in bed, an adorable frown furrowing her brow and her nose scrunched up. 

“Morning, baby,” he said, grinning as the forced lines smoothed out and were replaced by a smile as bright as the sun shining through the windows. “I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed.”

“Thank you, handsome. When I woke up, and you weren’t here, I thought last night was a dream. A very vivid one because I can smell you everywhere!” Y/N smiled. “I’m glad you’re here, Jay. I’ve missed you so much.”

“Missed you too, baby girl,” he said as he set the tray next to her and crawled back into bed.

After having their fill of breakfast, Jensen moved the tray to the top of the dresser, whining when Y/N moved to get out of bed. “It’s okay, Jay. I just need to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back,” she smiled and gently kissed his beard-covered cheek, him purring in response.

The distance and time that had separated them had taken a greater toll than he had realised. The alpha in him not liking his omega being out of their nest one bit. Y/N had sensed his agitation even before he did, not only reassuring him what she was doing and that she’d be right back but also leaving the bathroom door open so at least part of her would be visible to him - even if it was just her feet, she knew it’d be enough to keep him settled.

“Please tell me you don’t have to go to the brewery today, baby,” Jensen said as she returned to the bedroom. His face resembled a kicked puppy's, making her heart ache for her needy, protective alpha.

“No, Alpha.” She used his title to calm and reassure him. “I took a few days off. James and Megan have been keeping everything under control and ticking over so I could rest and get the house ready for you coming home.”

“Rest?” Jensen asked, curious to see if she knew she was expecting after all. “Have you been sick and didn’t tell me, Omega?” Well, that came out harsher than I meant it. He thought.

“Easy, Alpha,” she purred, raising her hand to caress his cheek. “I’m fine, just tired. I’ve been working a lot to take the focus off how much I’ve been missing you. I must’ve overdone it because I’ve been exhausted for the past few weeks. So, I took a few days to be well rested for you coming home. The only thing I was going to do today was run a couple of errands…” Jensen growled, not liking that plan in the slightest.

“Hey, come here,” she said softly, grabbing his hand and pulling him onto the bed. “It’s nothing that can’t wait ‘til tomorrow. We can stay right here in our nest, all day and night.”

“Naked?” Jensen asked shyly. He wanted to make sure she reeked of him if she had to run errands tomorrow. Short of rubbing himself over every piece of clothing she owned (which he intended to do regardless - he’d been away too long, and his scent would’ve faded), the quickest and easiest way to do that was to rub himself all over her. Naked. 

“Yes, Jensen,” she smirked as she pulled his flannel over her head and shimmied out of her panties.

With a pained groan, Jensen stripped his boxers off and covered as much of her body with his as he could, careful not to squash her or her precious cargo. He sucked and lapped at her scent gland like a starved man before burying his face in her neck and inhaling deeply, moaning in delight.

“You smell like you again, Omega,” he rumbled. “Was scared when you came to Toronto for your heat. Didn’t smell like m’girl. Didn’t like it. Thought I was losing you. Thought you’d leave me.”

“Never, Alpha. I’m sorry. I thought I was strong enough to be without you, but I wasn’t. I got lonely and jealous. Scared too. You were having so much fun, and I was barely functioning. Thought you were gonna realise you didn’t need me. That I was holding you back. You’d leave me for someone younger. Prettier,” Y/N whined as his teeth nipped at her recently re-healed claiming mark.

“Won’t ever. Love you. Only you. M’girl. My ‘Mega. Mine. All mine,” the alpha in him was taking over as he shifted them to a spooning position. He lifted her leg over his thigh and rested one hand on her stomach before sliding his hard member home in one smooth movement. 

When they finally came above the covers for air, the sun was beginning to set, and hunger was setting in. “Jensen!” Y/N giggled as he placed soft kisses all over her abdomen, dragging his beard over her sensitive skin. “Baby, stop! That tickles!” she pulled at his long locks, trying to get him away from her.

“Mmm, but sweetheart, you’re skin tastes so good… and it’s been so long since I’ve seen you… tasted you…” a loud growl from her tummy interrupted them, making them laugh. “Alright, baby girl, I think rediscovering you some more can wait until you’ve eaten and had some time to get your strength back up!”

“There’s steak in the fridge. Chicken, too, if you’d prefer?” Y/N asked him, but he shook his head.

“I want you to pick whatever food you want. I’ll cook, or order us takeout, pick something up from your favourite restaurant. Anything your heart desires, baby.”

“And what did I do to deserve such a treat, huh?” she smiled.

“You put up with me, for one!” he chuckled. “Also, you’ve put up with me being gone for over six months. The least I can do is treat my favourite girl. So, what’s it gonna be, sweetheart?”

“Anything I want?” she grinned.

“Anything,” he smiled softly.

“You know that Italian place I like?”

“Yeah, I do, baby. You want the tortellini with the meat sauce?”

“Mhm. Can you get a side of sweet potato fries too? Ooh, and focaccia with-”

“Rosemary and sea salt?” he asked, and she nodded shyly.

“Can you make another stop for me?”

“Sure, what do you need, baby girl?”

“Well,” Y/N began, a blush rising over her cheeks. “One of the errands I was gonna run was to pick up something for you coming home, but my handsome Alpha came home early!” she giggled.

“You wanted to get me something? You don’t need to get me anything, sweetheart.” Jensen responded, reaching up to stroke her cheek.

“Not get for you exactly,” she smiled. “It’s something I have to do, but I wanted you to be here when I did it.”

“What is it, Y/N?” he asked, concern furrowing his brow.

Y/N reached out and gently ran her hands through his beard. “I think I might be pregnant, Jay,” she said with a smile as he broke out into a boyish grin and kissed each of her palms that were still cupping his cheeks.

“Yeah? You sure?” he asked, still grinning.

“Well, no, not sure. Hence needing to buy a pregnancy test. But the exhaustion, nausea, and sensitive breasts… it kinda makes sense.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, enjoying her nails gently scratching his cheeks. “So does the new scent lingering around you,” he laughed loudly at her shocked glee.

“Really?” she asked excitedly.

“Yeah. I could smell gingerbread when I came home last night. At first, I thought you’d baked, but I came into the bedroom, and it was much stronger and mixed with honey and orange. So, if I had to put money on it, sweetheart, I’d say yeah, you’re pregnant!” he chuckled as she launched into his arms, laughing with pure joy. “It also makes sense why I’ve felt like I have since you left Toronto.”

“Yeah, I’ve been worried about you. You seemed a little…”

“Feral?” Jensen chuckled.

“I was gonna say antsy!” she laughed.

“You’re being far too kind, baby girl,” he leaned in and pecked her lips sweetly. 

“Alright, I’ll call in our order and head to the drugstore before picking up the food. You, my beautiful, sexy, incredible wife, are going to stay right here until I get back. Drink this,” he said as he grabbed the unopened bottle of water from the breakfast tray on the dresser, “so your bladder fills while you nap and get some strength back because, Omega, if that little stick has a plus on it… we ain’t sleeping all night!” Jensen grinned. 

Dinner was rushed due to what was happening after it, but no less delicious. Jensen was pacing outside the master bathroom like a caged animal, wondering how long it takes to pee. Finally, he heard the flush and the tap running as Y/N washed her hands. When she opened the door, she walked straight into his arms and buried her face in his neck, breathing him in to keep her grounded.

Jensen kissed the crown of her head and curled a hand around the back of her neck as he pulled her further into his body. His gaze fell to the bathroom counter where three blue-capped sticks rested. Taunting. Waiting.

The alarm on Y/N’s phone sounded, alerting the embracing alpha and omega that it was time to check the tests. “Well?” Jensen asked, fidgeting impatiently. “What do they say?”

Y/N turned the first stick over, her face remaining stoic. When she turned the second one over, a nervous huff sounded from the air forcibly exhaled from her lungs. Third…

“Pregnant!” she smiled wide.

Jensen was on her within a second, his arms wrapping around her waist and lifting her. Y/N’s legs wound around him as he spun her in circles. Gleeful laughter echoed through the tiled room. Jensen’s lips finally found hers, and they kissed passionately in celebration.

“I love you, Y/N,” he smiled.

“I love you too, Jensen,” she crashed her lips to his again, and he clumsily tumbled them back to bed. Neither of them surfaced again until the sun began to rise.

THE END

<<Part One

Jensen / Dean Tags: @akshi8278

[tarosin]

The great adventures of y/n, Tommy, Jack and Tubbo

Requested:yes/no

Pairing: Platonic jack/tommy/tubbo/reader

Summary: another day another adventure

Content warning: cursing / I didn't proof read

An: reader has bright unnatural hair I wrote a lot, I can't figure out how to add read more on mobile I'm sorry

The music you were currently listening to was interrupted by the discord group notifying you that you have a new message.

Tommy: Y/N HOW BUSY ARE YOU TUBBO HAS COME TO VISIT AND JACK IS HERE

y/n: I mean I've currently got hair dye on but it’s being washed off and dried in around 20 minutes, why?

y/n: WAIT TUBBO?!?!

tubbo: oh yeah I forgot to tell you

y/n: how did you forget you know what nevermind, I’m glad you’re here :]

jack: we should be here in an hour so you have plenty of time to get ready

tubbo: what colour dye y/n

y/n: you’ll see soon enough as apparently, you’re all showing up at my house

Tommy: I suggest you wear comfortable shoes

y/n: I am terrified

Tommy: you have nothing to fear... for now

•••

luckily it had only taken you just over 40 minutes to get ready giving you roughly 20 minutes to prepare for the adventure ahead. or so you thought, as soon as you sat down ready to check your phone the sound of Tommy and tubbo laughing could be heard from your room, jack sent a message “hey we got here extremely early I’m sorry there’s no rush the others have been distracted by dreams music :)”

grabbing a backpack from next to your bed you had quickly chucked your phone and purse into the bag unsure as to what you’re going to need today.

•••

as soon as you opened the door you were met with an ecstatic tubbo who instantly pulled you into a hug unable to contain their excitement of seeing their friend

“I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN AGES YOUVE CHANGED SO MUCH LOOK AT YOUR HAIR”

“I look exactly the same”

“Now I’m no genius y/n but last time we spoke you didn’t have unnatural hair”

you paused for a moment as tubbo had a point the last time you and tubbo were on face time your hair was classed as a natural colour however today as a fuck you to your school which didn’t allow unnatural hair you decided to dye it your favourite colour.

“you raise a fair point now if you don’t mind releasing me from your grasp I have to lock the door so no one gets in”

•••

“Tommy unlock the door let tubbo and y/n in”

“Y/N YOU'RE HERE- HOLY SHIT YOUR HAIR! JACK ARE YOU SEEING THIS”

“Hello to you too Tommy”

“well if we weren’t going to get noticed at the shopping centre earlier y/ns bright fucking hair will definitely cause people to notice us”

“oh I’m sorry I didn’t expect to be going shopping with a bunch of Minecraft streamers today”

“don’t you stream Minecraft?”

“This isn’t about me jack”

the trip to the shops was surprisingly relaxing y/n sat at the front listening to jack sing along to songs playing on the radio, however, it was clear the boys had something they weren’t telling y/n which became evident through Tommy and tubbo bickering in the back of the car about who was going to tell them. it was a relatively short journey due to the fact you lived close to the city centre

•••

“let’s go shopping boys” Tommy practically yelled to everyone, tubbo held his phone in your direction then looked towards you, nodding at him you grabbed his phone and began recording

“I'm vlogging”

Tommy walked over “YEAHHHHH”

walking past cex you had to put up with Tommy making sex jokes until you made it to game, you stood holding back your laugh as you filmed Tommy and tubbo fighting about who’s paying whilst jack went off to buy a Minecraft squishy and mug despite everyone’s arguments against it. soon enough fans came over asking for photos with you all once the group of fans left jack took over recording for tubbo whilst you went off to quickly buy some games that you could play on stream.

•••

“want a wig bro? jack!”

the four of you walked into the shop, you couldn’t help but stand in awe looking at all the bright colours already questioning what colour to dye your hair next the sound of Tommy and jack being amazed pulled you out of your thoughts

“Gogy goggles, I’m actually buying them”

“i wan’t a pair”

“no, you’re getting a wig jack”

“I don’t want a wig I want George”

“y/n has bright hair and they’re not complaining”

“what do you have against people with colourful hair jack hmm?”

•••

“I'm not happy”

“you look lovely jack”

“we’re getting so many looks”

tubbo stopped everyone to ‘fix’ jacks wig which resulted in everyone laughing once you had finally stopped laughing you noticed tubbo had walked off and you were convinced jack had randomly decided to record strangers until you saw tubbo going up and down escalators

“oh there he goes again”

“pov you’re thinking about bees”

“where to next boys?”

Tommy pointed towards the lift

“Is this a lift for us”

Tommy noticed the safety sign and automatically made comments about it

“keeping us all safe is what I would say if I wasn’t carrying a knife”

“oh same Tommy”

“look you can see me”

taking that as an invitation to join the vlog you stood behind tubbo and pointed at the sign again and looked at Tommy and jack

“keeping us all safe is what I would say if we weren’t about to do this-“

the three of you went to jump up and down

“NO”

the four of you quietly left the lift however you were convinced that the public heard Tommy comment on having a knife and you threatening to jump as once the lift opened everyone was staring at you but it could also be due to the fact you had brightly coloured hair and somehow convinced jack to keep the wig on, you all spent a long time trying to convince Tommy to get a new outfit, eventually you went into another shop a certain keyboard caught your eye

“I’ve found my home, ill stay here at the gamer bunker”

you decided now was the perfect time to sneak off to buy the keyboard that had caught your eye, once tubbo noticed it was too late you stood holding the bag with your purchase leaving you stood in the middle of the shop defending your purchase to him claiming that it was a business expense and not just because you thought it looked cool.

“you told me you wanted to save your money”

“it lights up tubbo and it fits the vibe of my room”

Tommy placed his arm on your head treating you as an armrest as you were shorter than him and he knew it annoyed you

“they have a point tubbo it lights up”

once the recording ended you made your way back to the car

“say y/n you wouldn’t mind if me Tommy and jack stayed the night as tomorrow we were thinking-“

“sure thing”

“YESSSSSS”

•••

the next day you were woken up at 9 am by Tommy stood at the foot of your bed

“hi y/n”

“WHAT THE FUCK- oh hi Tommy Jesus christ do you know how horrifying that was to wake up to”

“Sorry bout that but if I didn’t wake you up now you’d only wake up in the afternoon and we need to go soon I’ll leave you to get ready”

you noticed a note was next to a jumper on the floor ‘hi, thanks for letting us stay the night I really liked your hoodie so I decided to wear it today here’s mine in exchange- Tubbo :D’

normally you’d be concerned that someone stole your hoodie as you live with your parents however today was an exception once you were all ready you set off jack pulled into a McDonald's drive-through so you could all get breakfast

“nice hoodie y/n”

“Thanks, someone took mine and decided to make a trade”

“you’re welcome”

the journey was quiet again you sat next to tubbo in the back Tommy sat at the front screaming at jack and trying to distract him and people around you decided to took a picture with tubbo who now had his arm wrapped around you as it was rather cold in the car and posted it to Twitter ‘@ ranboosaysstuff wish you were here :D’ less than a minute later you received 2 notifications ‘ranboosaysstuff replied to your tweet: same’ ‘ ranboosaysstuff has tweeted: *the spongebob gif*’

•••

soon enough you all arrived at mint golf to say you we’re excited would be an understatement

“can I get the shortest club you have”

you stood hiding your face in the jumper tubbo left you whilst you laughed a few minutes later you received a call from ranboo the others said they’d sort everything for you whilst you answered

“what’s up tall one”

“stay safe okay”

“ranboo it’s mini-golf I’m not fighting criminals”

“yes but I know how clumsy you are”

“first of all rude second of all fuck you third of all jealousy isn’t a good look on you” you managed to say through laughter

“jokes aside please come to the UK boo”

“oh sure I’ll go book a plane ticket now” *ranboo ended the call*

ranboo made jokes like that before however this time sounded a lot more serious and you had no idea why he called you so you made a mental note to call him again later. once with friends again you were met with Tommy telling the worker all about you all

“yeah we’re big on the influencing”

“What on earth did I walk in on”

“no time to explain let’s go golf”

you were handed a club and a ball and were dragged away by jack

•••

tubbo joked about getting a hole on one as soon as it was his go, you bet £10 with jack he wouldn't

“hand over the money y/n”

you looked at Tommy who was now recording you handing jack the money “so today we have learnt to not underestimate your friends and that gambling is bad. you lose your money to a tall bald guy”

to put it politely you and Tommy found out that mini golf is not your calling in life

“ill stick to streaming“

“you’re both losing by the way”

“yeah well- why and how does tubbo have soup”

tubbo stood cradling the soup as though it was a child

“Some things I can’t explain to you”

you stood tilting your head to the side questioning where the hell he got soup from

“eh”

“soups like a small child I take care of it as if it was my own”

you couldn’t contain your laughter at this point the confused faces of your friends alongside tubbos happiness of soup sent you over the edge so you decided to just sit down before you fall as your knees were already weak from laughing too much

“where did you get the soup from”

“I manifested it”

•••

after a few solid minutes of arguing over soup you and Tommy dropping the phone you all continued with bowling.

“tubbo get out of the way of my dream ball”

you stood recording jack cheering him on tubbo had different plans and kicked the ball away resulting in jack giving up and copying what you had been doing most of the rounds, after missing the hole 3 times each go, picking up the ball and placing it in the hole however again he missed

“you can’t be serious”

“golf isn’t for everyone big man”

Tommy took the phone from you to record “pov you’re me golfing”

•••

“how do we get across there”

“probably the bridge”

Tommy pulled to rope moving the bridge across the gap

“Why thank you, Tommy, wouldn’t have been able to do it without you”

you laughed

“you're extremely welcome y/n it was extremely easy because I’m a big muscly man”

golf was finally going well till you hit the ball a bit too hard causing it to go over the fence tubbo was able to get the ball back

“I’ve been watching a lot of doctor shows” you stood amazed at how far you made the ball go

“see the issue is its mini golf. if this was regular golf I'd have got a hole in one I'm telling you”

•••

“I'm never being in your vlog again”

jack looked at you and tubbo who was now laughing at you pretending to worship the can of soup in the hole

“Tommy please come back”

the rest of the game was chaos, you kept missing the hole then claiming to rage quit golf tubbo and Tommy kept making jokes jack left his drink somewhere then had to go back and find it, no one had been paying attention to you which allowed you to take the score sheet and make it so you had won the game eventually he game was over you had declared yourself the champion of golf despite the fact everyone was better than you including Tommy

•••

the journey back was chaos you called ranboo who claimed he only called you to plan a video/stream with you however it was clear that wasn’t the reason tubbo whispered to you so no one could hear

“I think he wants to be here with us I think he’s jealous”

you laughed and nodded

“of course”

eventually, you all made it back to yours, ranboo said goodbye to everyone then ended the call now it was time for you to say your goodbyes. since your love language was physical touch you hugged everyone. As you walked into your house Tommy yelled “Y/N HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT PLANES”