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lavender-storm · 1 year ago

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You are here now

summary | Theo breaks down and confesses why he's been so distant lately.

pairing | Theo Nott x fem!reader, she/her pronouns

warning | mentions of abuse, su1c1de, sad Theo, probably grammar mistakes

word count | ~2k

a/n: English isn't my first language, so if you found grammar mistakes, no you didn't. I also haven't written anything in a while, so i hope this isn't too bad. Let me know what you think! Xx

His legs are weak, and he can barely breathe when he finally sees her walking towards the Gryffindor common room.

"Y/N," his voice booms off the walls, scaring everyone around them. She stops but doesn't turn around, not needing to see who it is. She could recognise that voice anywhere. "Can we talk?" he says, a bit more quietly now. But she doesn't move, unsure what to do as Theo approaches her slowly. "Please?"

She takes a deep breath and simply starts walking towards a more secluded area. Theodore is breathless, his face is flushed and his whole body trembles. He's thinking of what to say, how to put his feelings into words as they sit down on the stairs, far away from curious eyes. Neither of them speak as he tries to slow down his vigorous heart. But words don't come easy to him as anxiety takes over his body.

The silence between them is too loud.

"How you been?"

"Good," Y/N answers, avoiding his gaze."You?"

"Eh. Could be better."

Another long silence, as Theo tries to collect himself.

"Is that all you wanted to talk about?" she asks, voice stern and cold. How did they end up like this? She used to look at him with so much love in her eyes. He misses it. Every day and night, it's all he can think about. How she laughed at his jokes, how she found comfort in his arms. How it all turned around as a fight followed a fight, with yelling and tears. The last time they talked, Y/N told him how disappointed she was, that he became one of those Slytherins. His heart shattered as soon as the words left her lips. He understood why of course. But it was him against his father, and he needed to change. It was for the better.

He should have said something a long long time ago. He shouldn't have waited. But he's scared, and his life is a mess and he just wants the earth to open up and swallow him whole. He's breaking under the weight, he's all alone and he can't find a way out.

"No, no. I, uhm," Theo's nervous, and Y/N can tell. It's rare he's like this and a heavy weight settles in her chest. He's usually collected, and outspoken, he never had any trouble talking. She wants to comfort him and let him know he can talk about anything, so she hesitantly lays a hand on his forearm. Even after all those arguments and crying and not talking, she cares. Of course, she cares. She is full of love.

Theo takes a shaky breath and tears collect in his eyes. He can't hold it back no matter how much he tries, because he feels so overwhelmed by her. He doesn't even know where to start.

Should he talk about his father? Should he tell her how he treats him? And that he never meant to become like this, but it was inevitable.

He needed her then, and he needs her now, but he fucked up by pushing her and everybody away, and he's scared he can't make it right. Y/N quietly calls his name as she caresses his arm, and a loud sob leaves Theo's lips. Y/N's heart rate picks up, the worry she felt before turned into terror as Theo's body trembles with every sob as she cradles him into her arms, holding his head to her shoulders while raking her fingers through his hair. Her heart breaks for him as he clings to her like his life depends on her.

"I'm sorry," he cries. "I'm so fucking sorry, Y/N. I never meant to do-, I di-didn't know - I'm just s-scared, so fucking scared. I hate him so much and then I did this to you. I miss y-you so bad, I can't even fucking breathe."

"Theo calm down, I can't understand you. Shh, it's okay just take a deep breath with me okay? Yeah, like that, great. You're doing great. One more," she says as she holds his face in her hands. Theo's chest tightens at her kindness. All those things he fucked up. He's a horrible son, a horrible friend, a horrible person. And yet here she is, wiping his tears with such a loving look in her eyes, his soul aches - he doesn't deserve her. "Now tell me again, okay? Slowly. I'm here, I'm listening."

"I'm sorry. I know you hate me, but I truly am sorry."

"I don't hate you, Theo-"

"Yeah, sure, than you are mad at me, whatever same thing."

"Theo-"

"I'm sorry okay? For everything. I didn't tell you the-, "he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, tears still streaming down his face."I didn't tell you the truth. I lied because I didn't want you to know. But I needed you. I needed you so bad. So I kept it a secret because I was scared. What if you agree with him? What if you see me the way he sees me? So I just avoided you. I know it's stupid, but I was so goddamn terrified."

"Who is he, Theo? What are you talking about?"

"Dad," he whispers and hangs his head, refusing to see her reaction.

"What is he saying, Theo?"

"It's all my fault," he murmurs. Y/N's brows are furrowed in confusion, what is he talking about? What is his fault?

"No, Theo, no. I'm sure that's not true but what is-"

"But it is, Y/N! He is right. My mother always had to take care of me and my problems, that's why she- and now he hates me! I'm a burden and I made their lives miserable."

"That is not true Theodore, listen to me. Don't think that. And I'm sure they could never hate you. You probably misunderstood, I know your parents love you-"

"You don't hit someone you love! I would never hit you! Never. Not even Blaise or, or Draco, or the others, never. " Y/N's whole body freezes, her mind's rummaging through her memories. Oh Merlin. How could she miss this? How could she not realize that…

Y/N is angry. Angry that Theo didn't say anything until now. Angry that she couldn't see the obvious. He showed up with a new bruise every few weeks, and rumors of him initiating fights for fun, spread like fire. But no one ever knew who he fought. It always remained a mystery. Because all of it was a lie, and deep down Y/N knew, but that was easier to believe than this. He needed her and she ignored him. The only person she could ever open up to needed her the most, and she just left him.

"Theo, all this time we thought you were fighting other students, you-"

"He says it's the least I deserve. She was always working and always stressed because of me. They had to sacrifice so much. It's all my fault she couldn't take it. And now all of this is on Dad. It's my fault, I did this. I killed her."

It's an unwritten rule in the Nott family, that nobody talks about the death of Theo's mom. As far as others are concerned, she ran away. And so that's what Y/N thought too.

"She killed herself because of me. And he makes sure I'm aware of that. And I'm so scared that he's right."

"He is not right, Theo, look at me. He's not right. He's full of shit. I've never met your mother, but I know, he raised the kindest, smartest, most amazing boy ever. I know she must have been so proud to call you his son." Theo cries louder, his fingers hold onto her tightly. "I'm proud of you Theo. You don't deserve any of this."

Guilt claws at her chest as she takes him in. His eyes are red and puffy now, but a bruise is still visible under his left eye and a deep cut, already healed, splits his eyebrows. His skin is pale and cold, and he's so thin that his uniform hangs on his body like it's three sizes too big.

Months ago, it fit him perfectly.

She was so consumed by her anger and jealousy that Theo chose his new friends over her, that she couldn't even look at him. And she curses herself for being so oblivious and idiotic, because if she looked at him, only just a second longer, she would have seen the truth. Now, sitting on the stairs with only a little light, she can truly see him. And the Theodore that's sitting here is not the same Theodore she left that day.

"I can't do this without you, Y/N. I know I'm horrible but please. Please forgive me," he begs, but Y/N shakes her head. If someone should be apologizing it's her, not him.

"No, don't apologize. I'm- oh, Theo, I'm so sorry. I should have realized it. I should have paid attention, I should have been there for you. I'm so sorry I left you alone. I should have never done that," she says, pulling him into her embrace again. Theo hugs her tightly, basking in her warmth. "And you are wrong. You are not horrible. You are the most amazing person I've ever met, Theo. You were always there for me, always looked out for me. I'm so sorry I didn't do the same."

"You're here now,"

"Yes, I am."

"Are you staying?"

"Of course. I'm not going anywhere. Not again. I promise." He believes her. He knows none of this is her fault and if she knew, she would've never left. "I love you Theo, so so much. We'll get through this. Together."

And for the first time in months, Theo feels peace wash over his body like waves, and the noise in his head stops. It's silent and calm in his body and soul. Everything's going to be alright. Y/N is here again. They are okay again. He will be alright again.

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runningfrom2am · 1 year ago

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leveling the playing field VIII

summary: you didn't meet the requirements for the plinth prize, only to find out that you're not just missing out on that- you're missing out on the opportunity of a lifetime. your friend wants to help, because maybe you can help each other.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.2k

tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. do they love each other or hate each other? who knows (we do, kind of). abuse, so read with caution!! also a little bit of swearing but that's neither here nor there

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You hear footsteps and turn around in the seat, hoping desperately that it's Coryo, and you are relieved to see that it finally is. He had been gone for close to an hour. You stand quickly, going to meet him halfway, what you had to tell him couldn't wait. "Coryo," You say quickly, before launching into the full story. "Lucy Gray came back, the others were chasing her and she hid in that vent and she's still in there, they're trying to figure out how to get in. She's stuck."

You follow him back to the desk, his eyes wide now too. "That's good... I think that's good." He's scanning the arena again, as if there's any inch of it he hasn't committed to memory, trying to see if there was any way Dr. Gaul's snakes could reach her in the vent you pointed to.

"No, no it's not good because I don't think there's another way out of that one except the way she came in." You dig into your bag as it hangs at his side, pulling out the notebook that you drew the map in. "Yeah, look- it's pinched off about thirty feet in." You point to the page, holding it out for him to see.

"She just has to wait them out." He insists, pushing your hand down. "Put that away- you shouldn't have that."

Why is he so calm about this? Lucy Gray was trapped, and this time there was nothing either of you could do to help her. "Yeah, but that's not going to work for much longer." You say, watching as the three make a plan to push her farther into the vent and try and get her out from the bottom.

Hurriedly, you close your notebook and put it away so you don't have to look away for long.

"Just a little longer, Lucy Gray..." Coryo mutters to himself and grips onto your hand at his side. At this, you reach across your body and rub his arm with your free hand. His whole future could collapse in a matter of moments if Lucy Gray doesn't survive. Yours could too. But as you watch Coral thrust her weapon up into the pipes that you know Lucy Gray is inside, you flinch, not knowing how much longer Lucy Gray can hold out.

You can't even process what is happening to Treech and the outcries of his mentor and people in the theatre, wondering what happened to him as he collapses with a bloody nose. You knew, so you avoided even looking in their direction as Lucy Gray tumbled from the now shredded vent, landing directly on top of Coral before making a run for it. You're sure Coriolanus isn't even breathing.

You aren't either when every one of the tributes freezing and the wind starts whipping Lucy Gray's hair around her face and her dress around her sides. Everyone watches as a large tank is lowered into the arena and dropped delicately on top of the pile of debris in the center.

"What is that?" You wonder out loud, and Coryo just shakes his head as you look up at him.

"C'mon Lucy Gray, get out of there..."

"Wouldn't it be funny if it was candy?" Lucky jokes and you stifle a laugh.

At this moment, the young girl from District Eight wanders out into the clearing, pale and skinny. "Is it over?" She asks no one in particular, making your smile fade.

"Wovey..." Reaper warns her from where he's kneeling next to the bodies he had covered with the flag.

"Can we go home now?" You clutch your hand back to your chest as she walks toward the tank- you don't know what was in the tank, but you know it wouldn't be good.

"Wovey." He warns again, more stern this time with a slight shake of his head.

The tank starts to splinter, cracking steadily along all sides until it bursts open. You gasp at the amount of snakes that come out. A wave of moving, rainbow destruction crashes over the floor and completely engulfs the little girl in a fraction of a second, as everyone else starts to run.

As Lucy Gray and Coral make a break for the walls, trying to get up to the stands, Reaper seems to just accept his fate. You feel... bad. He could have taken your offer made days before, he could be winning right now. At least he and Wovey didn't suffer.

As Lucy Gray pushes herself backward up the pile of rubble away from the fast moving snakes, Coral starts speaking to her. You can't hear what she's saying, but you can see she's crying- maybe pleading for Lucy Gray's help, maybe just saying her goodbyes to this world. It didn't matter, Lucy Gray was the last one alive as Coral's body got surrounded by the snakes.

Please work. Coriolanus begs the universe, hoping that the cloth he had used to wipe her tears and the one she used to wipe away the dirt from her skin before the interview, which he took from your bag and shoved into slots in the tank would be enough to save her.

"She won!" You grin, shaking Coryo's shoulder as he stands beside you, eyes still locked on Lucy Gray.

That's when she starts to sing, just as the snakes catch up to her. Why aren't they letting her out? It was over.

"Why aren't they getting her out?" You ask him, confused as everyone watches intensely, entranced by her voice.

"I'll be along, when I've finished my song..."

Coryo and you both turn, facing the audience now and all eyes immediately lock on Dr. Gaul. "Dr. Gaul, she won." He says, as if somehow she's missed it- surely she had. Surely she's not watching the same thing you are.

"When I've shut down the band, played out my hand..."

"It's over, let her out!" You shout, attempting to draw her attention.

"Paid all my debts..."

"Why aren't they attacking her?" You hear someone ask, noticing the snakes are almost entirely covering Lucy Gray's shirt now.

"Have no regrets, right here..."

"It must be the singing," Coryo replies, and you look up at him. You don't know that that's true, but you won't ask. "It's calming them."

"In the old therebefore..."

"She can't sing forever."

"Then let her out!" You yell, looking pleadingly up at Dr. Gaul in the stands. "Dr. Gaul!" You demand her attention now, stomping your foot down.

Your blood is boiling when she still won't look at you and the sound of Lucy Gray's voice fills the theatre. "Look at me!" You scream, and clearly, people are getting annoyed at you for interrupting Lucy Gray's song. "Look at me now or let her out!"

She does neither, not until Lucy Gray's song moves everyone else to match your cries for her to be released. Only then does Dr. Gaul look at the two of you, and you drop Coryo's hand.

The doctor sighs, leaning over to her assistant. "Get her out. Now." She says, and cheers erupt in the room previously filled with emotional tears.

"I did it." Coryo says, and you have to lean close to hear it over everyone's delight.

"You did it!" You laugh, throwing your arms over his shoulders. You scream in excitement as he hugs you back, lifting you up and spinning you around as people crowd the two of you. You don't think you've ever been happier.

As he lets you down gently, grabbing your cheeks and pressing a kiss to your forehead, you wonder if your parents are watching. You can't wait to get home, to see your family and let them sing your praises for Coriolanus's success in the games. Well, Lucy Gray's success that the two of you get to reap the rewards of.

Then, he's gone, leaving you to gather your things while he goes to see Tigris. You smile, sighing to yourself as you watch. It's likely your father has already sent the car to collect you, so you should probably get going. You're in dire need of a celebratory bath, anyway.

Last night, you had the best sleep you had gotten in weeks. A full eight hours- a privilege you didn't know you missed so bad. Even when you had to get up for school around six, you felt so well rested you knew you could take on the world.

That was until you walked downstairs for breakfast. "Good morning." You grin, skipping down the last couple of steps only to be met with your father hanging up the phone, storming over to you, and shoving you back onto the staircase.

"Sit down. Listen to me." He spits as you groan, holding your head from where it hit the railing and adjusting yourself so you are sitting properly on the stairs.

"Ow... What did I do?"

"You know what you did, Y/N." He hisses, pacing in front of you. "Un-fucking-believable! They went out on a limb for you, and this is how you repay them? Do you even realize what you have done? To me? To this family?"

The poison.

"Dad, I didn't do anything! I had no say in it! Coryo gave her the compact empty- it wasn't our business what she did with it!" You argue, standing up only to earn yourself a slap across the face.

"You were to give her nothing. You knew that." You hold your cheek while he lectures you, and you just nod.

"Yes, sir." You sniff, rubbing your jaw to soothe the sting of your already burning skin. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize to me- you will apologize to Dean Highbottom first thing this morning and hope he's smart enough to forgive you. Now, go."

You pull your bag back over your shoulder, avoiding eye contact with your little brother and your mother sat at the table as you walked out the door. It looks like you're walking today.

You make it to your first class, obviously not feeling too excited about the concept of speaking with the Dean. Coryo walks in just a few moments after you, stealing the seat at your side. You can't even look at him.

"Good morning." He whispers, pulling his textbook out of his bag. He's in good spirits it seems, but you know that won't last long. "You left in a hurry after the games yesterday, I was hoping we would celebrate together."

When you don't respond, he furrows his brow. Were you mad at him? Had he done something? "Wow, you're a ray of sunshine this morning, aren't you?" He asks, disguising his hurt as a joke. His intention was to come back to you after speaking with Tigris, he wanted to see if you would like to go for a walk or something and discuss everything. He didn't really have a plan, but he didn't want you to leave his side, not yet. The games had ended all too quickly, and you had yet to even discuss what had happened with the kiss you shared. He couldn't let you slip back into a routine of only seeing each other in class and during breaks, he couldn't bear the mere idea of it.

You slam your pen down on the desk, turning to look at him now. "We are in such deep, deep shit, Coriolanus." You hiss, taking notice of everyone looking at you so you quiet down.

"Your... your cheek." He just mutters, leaning in to look closely at the other side of your face and the maroon bruise that now adorned it. Even under your makeup he could see it. "What happened?" He reaches out to gently brush his hand over your jaw and you flinch away quickly.

You sigh, looking around quickly before leaning in closer to whisper to him. "They know, about the poison. We're done for, enjoy your final moments of freedom." You move away quickly as your professor starts speaking and the world begins to crash down around your best friend.

He sits back, face pale as his stomach turns. How could they know? They must have found the compact on Lucy Gray- it must not have been empty. Or was it the cloths in the tank? Those would be easier to find, probably, but how could they be traced back to you?

"We need to borrow Miss Y/L/N and Mister Snow, please." A peacekeeper says as he knocks on the open door frame, eyes quickly finding the two of you.

"It was nice knowing you." You sigh, quickly gathering your things and making your way down to the door.

He follows quickly behind, and for once, your classmates are silent.

A group of three peacekeepers lead you down a quiet hallway of the school, and stop at an open door gesturing for the two of you to enter.

"Ladies first," Coriolanus says softly, stepping aside for you to enter.

"Oh, so now I'm a lady." You scoff quietly, walking into the large open room, the high biology room, with nothing but a table in the center. The table is adorned only with the compact he had given to Lucy Gray, and two handkerchiefs. One of his, and one of yours. How did they get that?

"Kids." Dean Highbottom greets the two of you as the door slams shut behind you.

You open your mouth to speak, taking a breath and he stops you before you get the chance. "I don't know how many times I have to tell you this, Y/N, but I don't want to hear it."

"No, I think you do." You protest, "Because my-"

"Your father?" He cuts you off. "What about him? Because I just got off the phone with him this morning, and judging by the state of your face, I would argue that I am in agreement with him."

You swallow, fighting the urge to look down and avoid his gaze. If you had any chance of walking out of here without being in too much trouble, you had to prove that you were not afraid.

"Don't you think that she's been punished enough?" Coryo argues, looking between the two of you.

"Coriolanus." He ignores his plea, tapping the table next to the compact. "How many times did I see your mother pull this from her handbag to check her face? Your pretty, vapid mother, who'd somehow convinced himself that your father would give her freedom and love. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, as they say."

"She wasn't." Coryo protests, referring to the Dean's insinuations about his mother. You look at him, but he won't meet your gaze.

"Only her youth excused her, and, really, she seemed fated to be a child forever. Just like the opposite of your girl, here." He gestures to you. "Eighteen going on thirty-five, and a hard thirty-five, at that. Your songbird, too."

"She gave you the compact?" Coriolanus asks, the sadness of betrayal evident on his features at the idea of Lucy Gray handing it over.

"Oh, don't blame her. The peacekeepers had to wrestle her to get the thing. Naturally, we do a thorough search of the victors when they leave the arena." Dean Highbottom explains, tilting his head as he looks between the two of you. "So smart of her, to poison the water Dill drank and dust it over Treech the way she did. If I didn't know better, I would have thought I was watching you, Miss Y/L/N."

You take a sharp breath, making an effort to straighten your posture.

"She claimed that the poison was her idea, that the compact was nothing but a token." He adds.

"It was." You state, though he is likely speaking to Coriolanus.

"Oh, I'm glad to see you got your story straight." Highbottom nods at you, voice dripping in sarcasm. "But I don't believe you. Even if I did, what am I to make of these?" He taps next to the handkerchiefs now next to it. "One of the lab assistants found these in the snake tank last night. Everyone was baffled at first, checking to see if it was one of their own that they had dropped. Until we noticed the initials. Not yours. Your father's. So delicately stitched into the corner..."

You look at Coryo, who is fighting to keep a straight face through his urge to vomit. "Why haven't you made this public?" He asks.

"I know why." You say, crossing your arms and looking the Dean up and down, who just rolls his eyes.

"I was tempted," He ignores you. "Believe me, I was. But the academy, when expelling students, has a tradition of offering them a lifeline. As an alternative to public disgrace, Coriolanus, you may join the peacekeepers by the end of the day."

Coryo's heart drops, as does yours. "The other one, it's hers." He points suddenly to the other cloth, next to his father's. Your jaw drops. How dare he throw you under the bus like that?

"I was getting to that." The Dean sighs as you shoot glares into the side of Coriolanus's head.

"I didn't do that! He took my bag, he took it and put it in the tank- I didn't know anything!" You argue, and he once again raises a hand at you to shut you up.

"Coriolanus, you better hurry. The office closes in twenty minutes, if you run you can make it in time." Highbottom says to your classmate, who just nods and turns for the door. "Oh, and what's that?" He asks, looking up at the skylight. "It's the sound of Snow, falling."

Coriolanus glares at him, pacing quickly out of the door and slamming it behind himself.

You're in shock still over why he would do that to you, but you don't have the time to process it before the Dean is scolding you. "Now, what will happen to you, huh?" He asks, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms. "Be honest, did you know?"

"No, sir." You reply, giving a firm shake of your head.

"That's a shame. He really threw you under, huh?" He laughs, mocking you. "After what I saw the other day, I was expecting he would defend you tooth and nail... but no. I mean, he is a Snow, after all."

You don't say a word, just glaring at the man in front of you and waiting for him to tell you your fate.

"Anyway, if it was up to me, you would already be undergoing the necessary procedures to become an Avox. Oh, how I would love to see you without a tongue." He muses, sighing in disappointment. "But I know your father would be embarrassed so I think it best to leave your punishment in his hands, would you agree? Outside, of course, your expulsion."

"You can't expel me!" You shout, fists clenched around the sleeves of your coat.

"Enough of your tantrums, Y/N. You're too old for this. But, alas, you're right. I'm obligated to extend you the olive branch too." He concedes. "You are allowed to graduate under the condition that you work in service for the next ten years. Although keep in mind, your father won't like that."

"Fuck your olive branch! How dare you threaten me like this! I did nothing wrong, we won!" You fire off, practically twitching with anger at this point. "If you won't go public with it, I will! I've got nothing to lose now, the whole country will know what you and my dad are doing! What you're selling! I'll tell everyone! You'll be executed for treason!" You didn't even notice when you started grabbing anything you could reach and launching it in his direction until the peacekeepers were grabbing the back of your arms and dragging you away kicking and screaming. "You'll hang for this!"

You hardly make it to the door before you feel a stab in your neck, and the world fades to black around you.

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nctnanajaemin · 7 months ago

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"my brother's bestfriend" pairing:lee jeno x na!sister reader word count: 1.4k chapter four

MINORS DNI warnings: smut, unprotected sex (reader is on birth control), fingering, cursing, use of pet names (baby)

it's almost nine and you're craving a coffee from the shop down the road but don't want to go alone so you decide to text jeno.

you grab your wallet and walk outside to his car.

"so what made you want coffee at this hour?" he asks, putting his hand on your head rest and looking over his shoulder to back out of the driveway.

"was craving it i guess. plus i won't be sleeping anytime soon, so the caffeine won't effect me."

"and why aren't you going to sleep anytime soon."

"my sleep schedule has been messed up since i got back."

"you weren't sleeping very much when you were at school either, though."

"yeah. but that was because I was stressing over assignments. now it's different. i just can't fall asleep."

he stops at a red light and looks over at you. "that's not healthy. you should go to the doctor."

"it's not that serious. why are you so worried anyway?"

he sighs. "because i care about you, but you love to act like you don't know that."

"care about me or care about what i can do for you." your voice came off more condescending than you intended, and you could immediately tell you struck a nerve by the irritated expression on his face.

he pulls over into an empty parking lot and turns towards you. "why do you always have to say shit like that?"

you bite your lip. "it's the truth, isn't it? you said earlier you didn't care and then asked me to suck you off."

he's quiet for a second and runs his hands over his face, letting out a frustrated sigh. "i do care about you. i always have. we were friends before we started this whole thing started, y/n. do you have any idea what it's like to watch you run yourself into the ground? to see you not sleeping, not eating right, not taking care of yourself? and then to hear you say that all i care about is what you can do for me?"

you open your mouth to respond, but he cuts you off. "i've been there for you through everything. through all the stress, all the sleepless nights. and yeah, maybe i asked for things i shouldn't have. maybe i crossed lines. but it's not because i don't care."

"then why do you feel the need to act like you don't?"

"because it's easier. if i act like i don't care, it's easier to pretend that i don't have feelings for you."

you never once thought the feelings would be reciprocated.

he grabs your hand, holding it between his firmly. "i don't want to pretend anymore."

your stomach ties itself in knots. "then stop pretending."

he lets go of your hand and moves his to your face. "i'm sorry for the way i've been acting. for making you think you were just a body to me."

you let out a shaky breath, wrapping your arms around his neck. "i'm sorry for thinking you don't care about me." you tell him softly, your noses almost touching.

his eyes wander to your lips. "can i kiss you?"

you nod, and he wastes no time in bringing his lips to yours, moving slowly but firmly. he grabs your waist and pulls you onto his lap.

his tongue slides across your bottom lip, and you part your lips for him. his grip on your waist tightens, fingers digging into your skin as the two of you make out.

you grind against him, and he pulls away to start kissing down your neck. "jeno," you breathe out. his kisses turn into sucking and you fight back a moan. "no marks above the hoodie."

he hums against your neck, kissing a path down to the collar of your hoodie before pulling away. "can we go in the backseat?"

you nod and the both of you quickly move to the backseat.

you pull your hoodie off, and as soon as you get settled, he is pinning you down against the seat and is covering your chest in hickeys. "no shirt or bra?" he asks as he grinds his hips against yours.

"you should know by now that i don't ever wear anything under hoodies."

jeno laughs, his breath hot against your skin. "right, how could i forget?"

his hands roam down your sides, making their way to your waistband.

you lift your hips slightly to help him slide your pants and underwear off. he tosses them aside and returns his attention to you. "you're so beautiful."

you reach up and cup his face, pulling him in for another kiss. he presses himself against you, grinding his hips again. this time in a slow, tantalizing rhythm.

"tell me what you want."

"i-i want you."

"you have me." he runs a finger in between your folds and groans at how wet you are. "you're soaked," he mutters, inserting the finger into you and immediately adding another, thrusting them at a rapid pace.

your moans fill the car, and you clutch at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. "jeno, please," you beg, your voice desperate and needy.

"patience, baby." he tells you, curling his fingers upwards inside you.

his fingers continue to work their magic and get you to the brink of climax.

"come on, let me see that pretty face you make when you're about to come…" he coaxes.

just when you are about to come he pulls his fingers out. you let out a small whine from the loss of contact and he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a satisfied hum.

you undo the string on his sweats and he pushes them along with his boxers down just enough to free himself before putting your legs over his shoulders.

"ready?" he asks, looking down at you as he positions himself at your entrance.

"yes."

he slowly enters you, giving you time to adjust before starting to move.

"you feel so good," he groans, his thrusts becoming more urgent.

you pull him closer, your lips finding his again. this time, the kiss is messy and desperate, mirroring the way your bodies are moving together.

the windows fog up, and the sounds of both of your pleasures fill the small space.

you feel the tension in your stomach return and grip his biceps. "i'm gonna-"

"me too," he grunts, his movements becoming more erratic. "come with me, baby."

with one final thrust, you both tumble over the edge, your bodies trembling with the force of your orgasms.

he moves your legs off his shoulders and collapses on top of you.

you both lay there for a moment, catching your breath and basking in the afterglow.

"you okay?" he asks as he nuzzles his face into your neck, pressing soft kisses to your skin.

you smile, running your fingers through his hair. "yeah."

"i meant what i said earlier, you know. i don't want to pretend anymore. i don't care who gets pissed off. i want you."

you brush your thumb over his cheek. "me either," you say softly. "i want you too."

he smiles against your neck and leans back to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

after a couple minutes, you get dressed and settle back into the front seats.

"you still want coffee, weirdo?" jeno asks, starting the car.

"yeah. i'm just going to get a small though."

"probably a smart choice. put some music on." he tells you, driving towards the coffee shop.

you grab your phone from the cupholder as he rests his hand on your thigh.

you flip your phone over and there's a message from jisung on your lockscreen.

"what?"

"what?" jeno asks, looking over at you.

"jisung texted me and told me not to get mad."

you quickly put music on and text him back.

"so… jisung knows now."

"they all are going to know eventually. it doesn't matter." he glances over at you with a smirk on his face. "you wrote about me in your diary though?"

"oh, shut up."

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allthingsfangirl101 · 9 months ago

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*Sexy Secrets – Steve Harrington

Warnings: teasing, turning-on tease, public sex, sneaking around, language

I walked back into the front of the store after grabbing a box of candy from the back. I smirked when I saw Steve on the phone.

"What, to hang out with you and Eddie "The Freak" Munson?" I heard Steve scoff on the phone. I smirked when I got an idea.

"Uh, yeah, I'll pass," Steve said to most likely Dustin.

As he listened to Dustin argue about something, I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. I started kissing his neck causing him to suck in a breath. Dustin continued to beg Steve to do something while my hands slowly slid down his stomach.

"I gotta call you back," Steve said quickly as I slipped my hands into his pants. He grabbed them and turned around.

"Y/N Munson," he elongated.

"What?" I asked, faking innocence.

"You can't do things like that," he sighed, loosening his grip on my wrists. "Especially when I'm on the phone with someone who shouldn't know about us."

"You were talking crap about my brother," I shrugged.

"I'm sorry," he said, his whole demeanor changing. "I was just. . . Dustin's been hanging out with him a lot since I graduated and I guess I'm a little jealous. I know it's stupid but. . ."

"Steve," I cut him off. "I was just messing with you. I don't care how you see my brother. I've grown up with him. I've had people trash-talk him. I've had people be nice to me to impress him. I've heard it all. Believe me."

He sighed as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against his chest. I dragged my hands up his chest before wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he sighed. "I didn't mean. . ."

"Don't," I cut him off again. "Please, Steve. Don't."

I stepped out of his hold and turned around, walking toward the box of returns. I grabbed it and slowly started going through it.

"Y/N," Steve sighed as he jogged over to me. He took the box out of my hands and stepped in front of me.

"Don't," I said, lowering my voice. "My entire life, I've been compared to Eddie. I've been judged, ignored, made fun of. The list goes on. All because of my weird brother who is in the same grade as me but shouldn't be. Everyone, and I mean everyone, has treated me differently because of my brother. So please, Steve, don't do the same."

I started to walk away again but he grabbed my hand. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to do the same. I didn't mean to make you feel like that. I'm sorry, Y/N. Let me make it up to you."

"How?" I sighed. My breath got caught in my throat when Steve smirked at me. He pulled me close, his face inches from mine as he whispered his answer.

"You're working the closing shift tonight, right?" He asked under his breath.

"Yes," I whispered. I gasped when he started kissing my jawline. I leaned my head back, unable to stop the moan as he started exploring my jaw.

"Good," he grunted as he moved to my ear. "So am I. And something tells me it's going to take longer than normal."

Steve quickly pulled away when the bell above the door rang, signaling a customer.

"To be continued," he whispered. I giggled when he pinched my ass before going to help the customer. It took me a few minutes to get my head back on straight. It didn't help that Steve kept looking over at me and dragging his eyes up and down my body with his sexy smirk on his face.

When the customer finally left, I practically ran over and grabbed Steve's hand. He didn't say anything, just laughed, as I pulled him into the corner of the store where the cameras couldn't see us.

The second we were there, I grabbed his face and smashed my lips onto his. Steve laughed as he started kissing me back. We let out matching moans as we slowly started to get rougher. I gasped, breaking the kiss when Steve pushed us against the wall.

"Oh Steve," I moaned as he started kissing my neck. I felt him smirk as his kisses turned to small bites.

"Fuck," I gasped when he started nibbling on my vein that always stuck out on my neck when things first started. I held back a laugh as Steve angrily grunted when the door opened.

"Son of a. . ." He grumbled. "Why do people keep interrupting?"

"Because it's Thursday afternoon, they want a movie for the weekend, and we shouldn't be making out at work," I listed off.

"Smartass," he smirked before giving me a quick kiss and going back to work.

* * * * *

I let out a sigh of relief a few hours later when the store was officially closed. I continued putting movies back on their designated shelves as Steve locked the door. I bit my lip and struggled to pretend like I wasn't aware he was walking toward me. Steve let out a small groan as he stepped behind me. I held my breath as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"We're alone," he whispered. "Finally."

I gasped when Steve grabbed my waist and spun me around. The second I was facing him, he pressed his lips to mine. I moaned as I threw my arms around him and kissed him back. We grunted as we fell against one of the shelves.

"Steve," I gasped as he roughly broke the kiss. I gasped when he tore open my shirt and pressed his face between my breasts. "Baby. . . The cameras."

He swore under his breath before slowly pulling his face away from my chest. He kept himself close to me as we struggled to catch our breaths. With a smirk on his face, he grabbed my hand and led me into the employee lounge in the back.

The second the door closed behind us, Steve reattached his lips to mine. I threw my arms around his neck as we both let out our moans. He squeezed my ass, silently signaling me to jump. As soon as I jumped, Steve caught me with ease.

Without breaking the kiss, Steve carried me over to the couch. I smirked against his lips as he sat down with me straddling his hips. We made out in that position for a little while before Steve pulled me to his chest and laid us down. I let out a small moan against his lips as he hovered over me.

We didn't need words as we took our time getting into things. We both loved the anticipation. I held off breaking the kiss as I took off his vest. I didn't have to give in until I removed his shirt. Steve smirked down at me as he tossed it to the side.

I gasped when he roughly pressed his lips back to mine. The kiss instantly turned messy as we continued to undress. I gasped when I felt Steve roughly tear off my underwear.

"Steve, wait," I gasped, pushing on his chest. I bit back my smirk when he pouted down at me.

"Baby," he whined.

"Relax, tough guy," I teased. "I stopped us because you're forgetting something."

"What?"

Our eyes were locked as I reached behind me and grabbed something out of the side table. Steve let out a dark chuckle when he saw the condom in my hand. Without another word, Steve took off his boxers and slipped the condom on. He hovered back over me and instantly grabbed my leg, opening my thighs.

He smashed his lips onto mine as he pushed himself into me. I let out a small whine but started biting his lip, telling him to keep going. We didn't talk. We didn't need to. We've been doing this for so long, we knew exactly what the other needed to get there.

We broke apart with loud moans as we reached our orgasms. Steve hesitated before he slowly rolled to the side, staying as close to me as possible. We lay in silence, simply enjoying being with each other.

"Can you do something for me?" I asked, my voice under my breath. Steve gently shifted so we were facing each other on the couch.

"Anything," he smiled as he reached up and dragged his finger across my skin. I took a shaky breath when he used that hand to draw lines up and down my bare arm.

"Can you at least try to get to know Eddie?" I quickly continued before he could give me an answer. "I know you and Eddie don't have a lot in common, but he's my brother. He's important to me, Steve. So are you. I know our relationship has mostly been us sneaking around, but I don't want to feel like there isn't a possibility of telling people about us."

"Is that what you want?" He asked, his voice soft. "To tell people about us?"

"Yes. No. I mean, maybe?" I sighed. I looked down and slowly dragged my finger across his chest. "I don't know. The truth is. . . I really like you, Steve. And, don't get me wrong, sneaking around is a lot of fun. I mean, a lot of fun. I just, I'm getting a little tired of having to pretend we aren't together whenever our friends are around. I want to be able to hold your hand, hug you hello, and kiss you goodbye no matter who is around us."

"I didn't realize," he whispered. I waited for him to continue, but he didn't. Instead, he sat up and pulled me with him.

I subconsciously wrapped my arms around my bare chest. Steve saw this and instantly started gathering our clothes. We got dressed, still not continuing our conversation. When I was done getting dressed, I decided to leave. I was just about to walk out of the back room when Steve gently caught my wrist.

"Y/N, wait," he whispered. He spun me around and instantly stepped up so we were inches apart. "I'm sorry."

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't realize. . . I didn't even think about how us sneaking around would make you feel," he explained. "But I didn't mean to make you feel like I didn't want people to know about us. I swear, baby. I have no problem with our friends knowing about us. I just thought sneaking around was fun."

"It is," I chuckled under my breath. "And we can still sneak around when people know about us."

Steve took another step toward me, our faces even closer. He reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, his hand lingering.

"That's true," he whispered before kissing me. Our lips moved in sync until our lungs burned. We broke apart, both of us breathing heavily. "I promise," Steve whispered. "We will tell our friends about us."

"Tomorrow," I smirked.

"What?" He asked, slightly tilting his head. I stood on my toes and pressed a messy kiss to his lips. I broke it, causing him to moan.

"Let's tell them tomorrow," I said under my breath. "I'd rather spend tonight alone. Just you and me."

"I'm right behind you, baby."

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more-cardigan-than-woman · 1 month ago

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Brother & Bestie - Decisions

SMut. feelings. 1.7k Grayson/Reader

“Can you please stop pacing,” you sigh, resting your head in your hand, “you're making me dizzy.”

“l am not pacing.” He stops, “I'm thinking.”

“Okay, care to think aloud?”

“We have a good time together right?” Dick takes a seat next to you on the bed, worry and confusion on his face. Like he can't quite figure it out and when he can't he resumes his, what? Think walking?

“No, we have an awful, terrible time,” you roll your eyes, “that's why we always hang out.”

“And we're a good fit, y’know. Romantically?” His hand reaches up cupping your cheek and when you nod he pulls back his hands on his hips, “I know I think you're so funny and your laugh is like fire in my lungs. I feel it burn through me.”

“Dic-” he cuts you off, continuing waxing prose about you, even though you want to respond in kind.

“-and thats not even the best part, like when you smile after I bring you your favourite snacks, like I fucking hung the moon or some shit for literally just bringing you food.”

“Rich-”

“And I love that I get to see that. But it isn't enough, I want it all the time,” he continues his rambling in spite of you trying to get a word in. “I wanna love you in public. Don't get me wrong, I love loving you here, at my house or anywhere else you’ll have me. But I wanna hold your hand as we walk through the park and-”

He keeps talking, but your mind is frozen. Love. He said that right? You heard it. He said he wants to love you in public. Which means- “Richard.” You try to stop him, but he keeps going.

“-A date, a real date. I wanna take you out and I want the whole world to know that I'm yours. Wholly and completely. I don't wanna hide what we have.”

Wholly and completely. Something melts inside of you and you need to make him atop. To look at you, to see the reflection of this feeling in your eyes. “Grayson!” Still nothing.

“I know you're scared of what Jay will do, but I promise you won't face it alone. I would love to stand by your side and tell my brother that this is real. That I can't help it. Because I need everyone to know. I need them to-”

The fear isn't gone, he's right. You are scared. But somehow that seems less terrifying than this. Then the man you love racking his brain trying to convince you that he is worth it and his insane ramblings are endearing and adorable but they shouldn't be necessary because you need him to stop. Because you need him. And, unfortunately, there's one simple way to do that. “Lance Tucker.”

Dick stops immediately, his eyes starting to water as he falls to his knees in front Of you. “Are you okay?” He pleads,” his body crawling up between your legs, “was I- I was rambling, I'm sorry.”

Your hands reach up to push away the stray locks of hair that fall in his eyes, caressing down to his cheeks and pulling his eyes up to yours, “you didn't do anything wrong.” You assure him as your thumb brushes his cheek, “take a breath for me.” You watch the rise and fall of his deep inhale, his eyes never leaving yours, “I love you too.”

His eyes go wide, as his brain breaks. Trying to figure out when he said that . But it's all lost when you smile and he smiles back, “can I kiss you?”

“Please do.’ He almost leaps from his knees ,capturing your lips in his and pushing you back into the mattress.

“So does this mean?” He implies, as his hands grip your waist.

“We can tell him.”

“I need more,” Dick moans into your neck, his hands slipping down to your thighs and cupping your ass, “let me show you how much I love you.”

“Please,” you whimper, pressing your pussy up into his crotch. Your hands keep holding his face as you kiss him, trying to pour all your love into him.

Slowly his kisses move down your throat, down your chest. Stopping to leave sloppy kisses on your nipples, his teeth gently biting at them. Your eyes meet his and you can feel his smile on your skin.

His long fingers work to undress you while his lips pepper your skin and your fingers tangle in his hair. “You’re so fuckin beautiful,” he moans into you as he moves further and further down.

“I love the way your hands feel on me” you writhe, his breath ghosting on your stomach as his eyes glance up at you, “the way you look at me like that.”

“I'm drunk on your eyes,” he holds your gaze, as he slips your panties off, “but I dream of being drunk on your cum every night,” his breath fans over your pussy and you shiver, “of waking up holding you in my arms every morning.”

“Richard,” more of a plea than a moan. He obliges you, pressing his tongue slowly onto your clit and moaning at how your legs immediately clamp around his head.

You feel him shake, his whole body pressing into the mattress. His legs twitching as his tongue licks at your clit slowly, his finger tracing every inch of your thighs holding you so close.

"Yes please Dick,” you grind Down into him, your fingers tightening in his hair, “I love you” you breathe and he stops.

“Say it again.” He creeps up your body, his eyes transfixed on you. your fingers hooking into his pants and freeing him from them.

“I.” Your hand holds onto his newly naked ass, “love.” your other cupping his cheek gently as his lips meet yours. “You.”

“I love you.” He smiles into the kiss. His hands grip your thighs pulling you legs around his waist, “pull me in, sweetheart.”

You lock your legs around him, his cock lining up with you and slowly pushing into you. The soft look in his eyes almost rips your heart out of your chest.

He holds himself still when he's fully seated in you "this is my favorite.” He pecked your forehead “being so close to you.”

"Your eyes are so pretty,” you brush his hair from his eyes, so you can get a better look at them. “We belong here.”

“Together.” He breathes into your mouth as he slowly starts to thrust. He leans down, capturing your mouth in the softest most tender kiss you've ever shared.

Everything is slow, your hands gently caressing each other. His thrusts measured and languid. your eyes never closing as you try to absorb each other. Not chasing the climax but savouring each other.

His hand grabs your ass, moving so that you're on top of him. “Grind in me.” His voice hoarse and full of lust. “I wanna feel all of you.”

“You're perfect” you moan looking down on him, hair splayed into the pillow, his eyes fixated on yours, his mouth open just enough to let his whimper escape.

Words lose all meaning as you keep eye contact with him and find him staring at you. Your hands roaming all over each other so tenderly. With every soft touch, gentle pinch and gasp of breath you feel each other become closer and closer.

“Closer,” he pants, his hands slipping under your ass and flipping you both around so that you’re seated on top of him “grind, please.” he all but begs as his hand grips into your hair pulling your head back so he can attack your neck.

“Fuck, Oh- Di-” you pant as his teeth graze along your shoulder and up to your ear.

“I love you,” he whispers as his wet breath fills your ears, followed by a laugh when a shiver runs down your spine.

“I’m getting close.”

“I want you to look at me,” his hand in your hair moves you so your foreheads are pressed together, “wanna be so close,” he thrusts up harder, “I want all of you,” his teeth gnash out biting at your lip, “eyes open.”

“Trying,” your nails dig into his shoulders as you try to ground yourself, but with all the feelings and the sensuality of the sex. Fuck, you can barely focus on being on this plane of existent.

“Mark me with those claws,” his nose nudges yours and you lock eyes with him. “I’m right here.” his mouth falls open as he clings even tighter to you and his fucking becomes more erratic, “stay with me.”

“Always.” you manage to get out between moans.

“Tell me,” he whispers, his voice barely there.

“You’re mine.” you smile as your body starts to shake, clenching so hard on him.

“I am.. fuu..yy..ooo..”

“Mine.” you follow him, seconds behind. The flood of his cum sending you off your own ledge, but never losing eye contact. He’s so beautiful and fuck if he isn't looking at you like hes thinking the same thing.

Your foreheads pressed together, you steal small kisses from each other as your heartbeats settle back into a normal rhythm. Your hands wrapped around his shoulders while his cling to your sides.

“You okay?” you can barely even hear yourself.

“I’m fucking wonderful.” he beams at you, lifting you slightly so he can lay you both down.

“And-”

“This is about us, sweetheart.” he kisses you on your forehead as he pulls a blanket over you, “let me enjoy this moment with you.”

“Good plan. Smart.” you yawn, snuggling in tighter to him.

“I am so happy to be here with you,” his arms wrap tighter around you, “you’re so good and you make me feel so tingly and I just wanna smoosh our faces together so that I can always be close to you.”

“I love you, Richard.”

“I meant what I said before.”

“Hmm..”

“All that stuff,” he kisses your shoulders, “We’re gunna do it, all of it and I-”

“You?” you look back over your shoulder and see a couple little tears in his eyes, “Baby, whats wrong?” you spin, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into your chest, “we can do all that stuff. I am here.”

“I will try not to smother you, but-” he look up at your with that fucking smirk on his face, “You’re going to get so fucking loved, Pet.”

Final COutndown

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ayu-stuff · 9 months ago

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Family vacation

" What are you doing down there, sweetie? Is everything OK???? Does my wittle baby girl feel good? We don't even travel that much, honey! Aren't you enjoying yourself? You should be grateful I insisted on bringing you with us. Daddy wanted this to be a no kids trip HAHAHA!!

But thanks to me, you got to enjoy this wonderful weekend with us! Why are you frowning? Is somewone embawassed? Did you really think anything about your predicament was going to change now that we're not home?

Did you really think you wouldn't wear your diapers? Honey, it's been a long time since you threw that big tantrum when I tossed all your thongs away. And your big girl bras. And all your adult clothes. And all your books and games HAHAHA. Yeah, it's been almost a year of your full baby treatment. A whole year without an adult feeling. You're practically a virgin again, aren't you??? Awen't yoo Mommy's pathwetic wittle viwgiiiin?

Gosh, you're pathetic. What I mean is: you should be already used to this, cutie. I'm the sexy girl, you're the stupid toddler. I'm the tall, seducing woman, you're the smelly, childish dwarf. You suck on bottles, I suck on Daddy's dick. I should make you kiss my toes HAHAHA.

So why awe you embawaaassed, wittle girl??? It can't be because of your poofy diaper! You haven't worn big girl panties for so long that you should love your pampies now! And they're the only thing your princess parts get to feel now, awen't they???

Sniff-sniff. Ooooh, I see. It's because you made a poopie!!! What a wittle baby girl you aweee!!! HAHAHAHA. Remember: your Daddy gets turned on when I take off my underwear, but he can't help but laugh when he's on diaper duty with you. It's such a good thing I'm usually in charge of that now, right??? Don't you woooove it so much when I tickle you while changing your diapieees? Or when I accidentally hold the baby wipe a wittle too long on your princess parts? Don't you woove thaat?

Let me tie my hair and I'll change you, sweetie. What? You don't want me to change you here? Whyyyy, wittle girl??? Afwaid somewone is gonna sweee?????

You shouldn't worry about this, honey. But has Daddy told you about tonight? No?? Does my wittle babie darwing wanna know??? Daddy needs some alone time with this body, you know.

In fact, he's gonna tell you. Run to our table with your poopy tush and ask Daddy about tonight's event at the hotel. They'll set up a Kiddie disco and we've registered you!!! Awen't you excited???? I'm sure you'll fit in perfectly!!

Ooooh, no, babygiwl!!! Is somewone cwiyin'??? HAHAHAHA"

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ivelle-serenity · 7 months ago

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Skateboard 9

Wind breaker

author's note: thank you for supporting my story! i will try my best to update early.

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✧˖° — this is a story not one shot.

"They're not using me! They're just asking for my help," I protested.

"And you agreed?" Wooin's tone was almost mocking, laden with insult, making my chest feel even heavier. Why do I feel like I'm being cornered?

"The famous Demitra Roberts, agreeing to be a replacement for an old friend—or should I say an old enemy?" Wooin's face darkened as he spoke. I could hear the sarcasm in his voice. I glared at him.

"Who would imagine you'd agree to replace the woman who was your enemy for so long?" he added, this time laughing.

"Shut the fuck up." I stepped closer to him. "You don't know what you're talking about. Don't act like you know me, so shut your mouth!" my eyes flaring with anger.

"But I do... We all do!" he said with a laugh that shocked me even more. My heart sank at his words.

I looked down and clenched my fists. He knows something—no, they all do. Why am I still surprised? They must have done a background check on me. They might even know my other secrets. It's disheartening to think about. Wooin approached and held my face, forcing me to look up at him. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, and a familiar pain in my heart. Why am I feeling this again?

"They don't see you as their friend, Demitra," Joker said firmly. I couldn't look at him because Wooin was right in front of me. His eyes were full of amusement, as if my tears were something fascinating.

"For them, you're just a shadow of Shelly. They don't need you. Jay is just fooling you while he waits for his pathetic girlfriend," Hyuk said with disgust.

Why do they have to mention Jay? What else do they know?

"S-So what? I don't even like him, so why would it matter--"

"Yes, you should not," Joker said, as if warning me.

"But don't you hate being compared to her?" Wooin said with a grin. Horror plastered on my face. The tears I had been holding back started to flow.

Please, stop it already. I can't hear it anymore.

"How dare they use you? You're a legend, like us. You're a fucking Princess." He shouldn't use my underground title like that. I've been trying so hard to forget the title given to me back when I was greedy for money. It was all supposed to be in the past. I should be leaving it behind, but what are they doing? They keep bringing it up!

"They don't deserve you. A princess like you should be respected," he said seriously, squeezing my cheeks harder.

"Maybe she just wants to be treated like trash," Hyuk's insult stung, making me feel even worse. I saw a strange look in Wooin's eyes.

"Hyuk," he warned his friend, but Hyuk just shrugged.

My tears flowed freely, making Wooin pause. He immediately let go of me. My whole body trembled from the tension. I nearly collapsed, but Joker caught me for the second time, holding me by the waist. He gave Joker a significant look before I felt Joker's fingers wrap around my neck from behind.

Wooin smiled at the sight he saw. Joker made me face Wooin by wrapping his fingers around my neck and waist. I clenched my fist as Wooin approached me and wiped my cheeks.

"You're mine, do you understand?" he whispered as he looked at me. I could feel the possessiveness in his tone. "You belong to us. We have the right to tell you to stay away from those jerks, especially Jay. They're all losers." he said softly.

Joker's grip tightened but not enough to make me lose my breath. "Can't you see how much we want you, Demitra? Can't you see how much we adore you?" he whispered in my ear. "No? Does Hajun's cock doesn't ring a bell?" After Wooin's words, I felt a strange sensation pressing against me from behind. It didn't take long to realize that it was Joker's erection, rubbing against my body.

Realization dawned on me - they all wanted me. It was a truth that I couldn't ignore. The heat between my thighs grew as the possessiveness in Wooin's words sunk in.

"And you know, I wouldn't mind sharing him," Wooin said, a smirk playing on his lips.

Confusion clouded my mind as I tried to comprehend his words.

Before I could react, Wooin leaned in and kissed Joker beside me. I watched as he inserted his tongue into Joker's mouth and played with it. I blushed at the sight. This only intensified the heat spreading through my body.

I couldn't quite catch Joker's reaction as Wooin released his grip on him. But what I did see was Wooin licking his lips seductively, shooting Joker a teasing look. And then, I heard Joker mutter a curse under his breath, a clear sign that things were heating up between them.

"Don't be jealous, princess. He could be yours too. But first, you have to be mine," Wooin stated, his thumb grazing my lips.

Stunned, I felt Wooin's lips on mine, his kiss filled with passion and possessiveness. I closed my eyes, feeling a rush of emotions as Joker's kisses trailed along my neck. Lost in the moment, I gave in to the intensity of their desires, unable to resist the pull they had on me. They made me feel special and important in a way I had never experienced before.

Joker bit a sensitive spot on my neck, causing me to let out a moan. Wooin's tongue swirled with mine as his hands roamed all over my body. I gasped when I felt him cupping my breast. The way he touched me let me know he was experienced in this. I could feel how wet I was getting, and Wooin seemed to notice as he paused his actions while Joker continued to give me small kisses on the back of my neck.

"Join us," he insisted again. "Join us and we'll fuck you until you forget everything else." his voice was deep and filled with danger.

I looked at Hyuk, who was just standing there watching us with a stern look. Was he in on this too?

"He wants you just like we do. He's just making sure you'll agree to our conditions." Wooin chuckled.

I shook my head. "No," I said firmly, giving him a sharp look. "I don't want to join your group. And don't make me one of your whores, Wooin." I said definitively.

His expression turned blank. After I spoke, even Joker paused but remained silent. I watched as Wooin clenched his jaw in disbelief and anger.

"Yeah?" he retorted sarcastically. "Then you leave me with no choice. You're going to stay here until tomorrow. You will not fucking race with them."

My eyes widened in shock. He can't do that!

"You can't confine me here."

"The hell I can't."

My eyes burned with anger. I had never felt this furious in my entire life. How dare he do this to me? Okay, I know it's my fault for lying to them about joining Hummingbird, but they don't need to interfere with my decisions. I have my own life.

I watched Wooin move away from me and drink his wine in one gulp. He exchanged a look with Hyuk before leaving the room. I was about to follow him when Joker tightened his grip on my waist.

"Stop, you’re just making it worse," Joker murmured.

"Worse? Isn't locking me up here bad enough?" I snapped at him, trying to pry his hands off my waist.

"Why do you want to be with them so badly?" Hyuk said sarcastically, walking closer to me.

"It's not like that. I promised I would help them—"

"Stupid," he shook his head. "You’re so stupid. Wooin just explained everything earlier, but you didn’t listen. You know what? We don’t even need you here. You’ll just be useless with that brain of yours. You’re nothing but a toy to fuck with."

My face flushed with anger and humiliation. I slapped him. Joker quickly stepped between us. I felt the heat from my eyes, tears threatening to fall again. I couldn't believe Wooin said Hyuk liked me when he was treating me like this. I didn’t say anything and let Joker handle him.

Just by looking at them, I could tell they were arguing. Even though part of me wanted Joker to put Hyuk in his place, I didn’t want it to turn into a physical fight.

“You’ve crossed the line. Do it again, and you’ll have to deal with me,” I heard Joker warn him.

“Who do you think you’re scaring, Joker?”

"I'm not scaring you, I'm warning you.” Joker roughly grabbed Hyuk by the collar, and I immediately grabbed Joker's arm. I didn’t want to see them hurt each other! I knew all too well how Joker fought. He’s a boxer, for heaven's sake.

Their attention shifted to me. Hyuk just scoffed before pushing Joker away. I watched Hyuk leave, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. I looked at Joker, who was still staring at me. I rolled my eyes and sat down on the sofa. I wiped my cheek, not wanting to show him how much his friend's words had affected me. It hit me that Joker was the only one who had been kind to me, unlike the other members of his crew. I had made Wooin angry, and now Hyuk too. Were they really that mad at the Hummingbird that they took it out on me too?

“Your friends are assholes,” I muttered.

He didn’t respond.

“I know Wooin is just playing with me. There’s no way you all wanted me like he said. Do you even see how they treat me?” I almost laughed as I grabbed the bottle of expensive liquor from the table. “Maybe this is all part of your plan with Sangho, huh? Maybe you want me close just to hand me over to him.”

I was about to take a swig from the bottle when he snatched it away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said coldly.

“Liar,” I shot back.

He set the bottle down on the table and took off his denim jacket, looking overheated.

“We want you, and we’re not lying about that.” His words seemed to etch themselves into my mind.

“You just want to fuck me,” I said quickly, making him stop. He lifted his gaze, then let it travel down my body. I was still wearing my uniform—nothing revealing, just my P.E. outfit.

“Not just me,” he replied, turning away after he said it. My lips parted in shock.

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prettypinkporkchop · 3 months ago

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Makeup sex

Paul Lahote x fem!reader

Summary: breaking dawn era, you support Jacob and the Cullens. Paul has been angry with you. You two get in a fight but then it's fixed.

Warning: smut

You look down at your fumbling hands that play on your lap. You don't want to look up at your imprint that sits across the table from you.

"Like, are you trying to be stupid?!" Paul screams.

"Paul!" Quil yells.

"Butt out." He spits at Quil.

"Paul, leave. Now. Y/n you stay." Sam orders. He ordered you as if you're a wolf in his pack. You're not, but you find this super fatherly like and funny. But now's not the time to laugh.

Paul storms out of the house. As soon as the door shuts, you refuse to look up at Quil, Sam, Emily, and Brady.

These three wolves caught you trying to talk with the Cullens about the whole Renesmee situation. You are on the Cullen's side. They all know this, but as an imprint, you follow the rules to stay out of the way. You didn't.

You simply went there while the Black pack was there to give them your support. You didn't do anything wrong. You just gave cookies to the wolves and told everyone however this ends, you hope all is well.

"Sorry, I'm going to go home." You sniffle.

"Let me take you." Quil offers.

Sam nods his head in agreement. You can't say no because you know Paul would get even more mad at you if you walk.

You get home and crawl into bed. The bed you and Paul share. It smells like him. You can't believe he was so mean to you like that. He has been lately, and you know it's because of the situation out there. But he shouldn't take it out on you. It's hurting you.

You end up slowly falling asleep. You have a nightmare. You're being attacked by a bunch of wolves.

"Baby." Paul shakes your shoulder.

You scream and jump up. You breathe heavy and Paul wraps you up in his arms.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

"Yeah." You say dryly and shove him off of you.

He grabs onto you again, holding you tighter. "Don't push me away like that." He says, seeming hurt.

"You're an asshole." Your tone is a bit loud.

He let's you go and stands up. "Why? Because my pack fell apart? My fiance isn't on my side of this? You left this territory to support them without telling me? Yeah, you think I'd be happy and cheery lucky with all of this?!" He screams.

You look up at him and let a tear slip. "I'm sorry for making things worse for you. I'm not trying to." You look forward and think for a second. "Maybe I should just go stay somewhere until this all blows over. I don't want to stress you out even more." You stand up.

Paul gently grabs the top of your throat, his fingers on your chin, pulling your face toward his. "Don't you ever talk like that. You're my love, and I can't let you go." He growls.

You love when he manhandles you like this. His hand right there is your favorite. He knows this.

"Do you still love me?" You ask him.

"I never stopped. I will love you until I'm dead."

His lips are so close to yours. You feel them slightly touching yours. You close your eyes and breathe out. Your heart pounding with excitement, anger, and hurt all at once. You know exactly what is about to happen. How this man is going to make it up to you.

He senses your wanting, and let's go your neck. He takes off your shirt and then your bra within seconds. His lips smash onto your neck. You moan at the feeling and wrap your arms around his neck. You feel his teeth bite you, causing you to gasp.

He pushes you back on the bed and pulls off your bottoms. His eyes scan your body.

"I'm so lucky you're mine." He says before dipping down, getting in between your legs and kissing you.

You kiss him back, grabbing at his hair and pulling. You push your body against his and get a sensation of his bulge through his shorts. You groan, "off," against his lips.

He chuckles, still kissing you. He unbuttons them and pulls them off. He pulls away, grabbing your wrists in one hand and pinning them down. "Do you still love me?" He asks.

"Yes." Your chest moves quickly as you breathe.

"Then be a good girl for me."

His words make you nearly pass away. Without warning, he slams into you.

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Paul lays on his stomach, his arms under his head that's turned to the other side. You sit up on one elbow and move your finger along his bare back.

You spell out words, and he guesses them. But you can tell he's falling asleep.

"What'd that say?" You ask, running your fingers down his back.

"I love you, too." He mumbles, responding to the I love you you traced on his shoulder blade.

#embry call #twilight #jared cameron #jacob black #paul lahote #sam uley #seth clearwater #twilight wolfpack #leah clearwater #quil ateara #paul lahote x reader

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belladonnadawn · 4 months ago

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All For You

Isaac is willing to do anything and everything just to keep you by his side. Yandere!Isaac x Reader Content Warning: Mentions of violence, obsessive behavior, and yandere tendencies. Please, if you're not comfortable with the theme, dni.

“I'm sorry for your loss, Isaac–”

“I don't know him,” He interjected.

You don't know if it's his fear of being vulnerable towards you or if he truly has no connections towards the man who just met his demise in a brutal manner; and you don't want to ask.

“The only reason why I'm bothered is because of the reason why he was killed. He knew something that he shouldn't and that's enough for them to end his life.”

It was a reminder that he never fails to put in your mind. You nod, understanding where he's coming from and his warnings. After all, he has been in this line of work for years now and in his eyes, you're still a student, new to this world.

Contemplative silence filled the room as if both of you were waiting for one of you to speak. Isaac straightens his posture, looking at you he breaks the silence, “That's why I decided to remove you from the Villega case.”

You felt as if the air in your lungs got knocked out. Shock filled your body at the sudden revelation. It was the first time that Isaac removed you from a case– most importantly, to a case that you're close to ending.

“What? Isaac, I know that you care, but I don't think that this is the right course of action.”

“This is for you, (Y/N). All I want is to keep you safe from harm.”

An unamused laugh escaped your lips, “Isaac, it was just about a daughter trying to expose his father's affair for her inheritance.”

There's a calculated look in his eyes that you witness every time he handles cases. It was cold, sharp, and precise. And for you to witness it felt as if the ground was swallowing you whole.

“If the daughter can go through such lengths to expose his father, imagine the lengths that her father would go through just to keep his secret. Take this opportunity to take a break and study. I'll inform you once I find a case that is fitting for you,” His voice unwavering as he talked to you. At that point you knew that you can't persuade him anymore.

Defeated, you sighed and left his study.

INVALID PASSWORD

The bold letters flashed along with a loud beep that echoed in the room. Your eyebrows furrowed, trying to rethink the code again, doing it slowly and surely– but you were still met with the same words and the same sound. With determination, you tried to do it again, and again, and aga–

“What are you doing?” A loud authoritative voice filled the room.

Startled, you turned to him, a small sigh escaped your lips as you faced Isaac. “You scared me. You shouldn't jump out of nowhere, you know?” You let out an awkward chuckle in an attempt to lighten the mood, but he only stared at you.

“You didn't answer my question,” Isaac walked towards you with furrowed brows.

“I just want to take a little stroll outside. Get some fresh air.”

Isaac doesn't seem to be pleased with that answer. He walked towards you with such demeanor, “If there's nothing important to do out there, then don't go. Whatever you want or need, I can ask someone to fetch it,” He closed the gap between you two, his cold hand caressing your cheek.

“Don't waste your time on nonsense. Just stay,” His voice gentle as he looked at you, his eyes determined as he pulled you closer; not wanting to let go.

“But I thought we agreed that I can go outside…”

He sighed, holding your hand. “Can I confess something?” His eyes filled with vulnerability, a sight reserved for you. “I am scared after seeing that man's mutilated body. Every night, I am haunted by those images thinking ‘what if it's you instead?’”

Isaac's grip tightened, “I only have you and I don't know what I would do if I lost you. So stay, please?”

You wanted to protest, make an excuse just to see the world yourself. But how can you reject a man who only wanted your safety and your company? Especially when he saved you from the life that put you on the brink of death.

With a soft reassuring smile, you nodded. “I understand, I'm sorry, Isaac. I didn't mean to worry you.”

Intertwining your hands with his, he gently kissed your knuckles, “All I want is for you to be here with me. And I'll do anything for us to stay that way.”

You're familiar with the manor's nook and cranny. After Isaac stopped giving you assignments, you felt like you're back to square one, but this time as his lover.

Nothing changed, everything was painfully mundane. You spent hours reading and rereading books. Sometimes, you let yourself zone out and watch the red dot flicker on the corner of the room. Sometimes it flickers, sometimes it doesn't. It may be strange, but those became part of your entertainment in his house.

One evening, as you were exploring, you stumbled upon Isaac pressing the codes to the door. You intently watched him, memorizing the code as much as you can. Once you engraved it in your mind, you gently slipped away. Maybe this time, you can finally feel the fresh air, soft winds, and vibrant grass once again.

The escape was quick as Isaac was too busy meeting up with another client. You snuck out leaving no evidence behind, with a promise that you'll return home before he does.

A wide smile broke out your lips as you felt the sun against your skin, the cold breeze in your hair, and the grass beneath your feet. Everything felt vibrant and new. Something that you yearned for– something that you needed.

Taking a small break, you decided to buy yourself an ice cream. A small reward after enduring those days in the manor. You hummed as you continued to walk around town, making sure to track the time.

As you passed an alleyway, a large hand grabbed you by your hair, covering your mouth. Before you could speak, you felt a punch hitting your jaw, causing you to fall. The other man immediately punched your stomach, knocking the air out of your body.

He was relentless– they were relentless, the attacks weren't that brutal but it felt unending. It was suffocating. All you could do is to curl up in a ball, trying to protect your body from their attacks. It went on for about a minute, then it stopped. Their voices muffled as you hear them scurrying away.

Your body shook with sobs as you felt everything: the cuts against your skin, the blood in your hair, and the dirt beneath your feet. Before you know it, you're back again in the alleyway– unconscious.

You woke up feeling beaten down. Everything came rushing back to you, this time the pain was beyond physical.

The memories of you on the cold concrete, shielding your body, and feeling their relentless assault rushed in your mind. Everything felt like a nightmare came to life. As if the life that you turned away from came back to get you once more.

Summoning all the strength you had, you looked around your surroundings. Brows furrowing as you found yourself back in Isaac's manor. Your eyes landed on him, talking to someone on the phone. A groan escaped your lips as you tried to sit up.

The noise alerted Isaac as he immediately ended the call to rush to your side. “Careful now, you're still recovering,” He spoke gently as he assisted you.

“I-I'm here…” You managed to croak out.

“Yes, safe and sound. Questions are for later, just rest for now.” Isaac sat beside you, holding your hand. There's an unreadable look on his face, but you're sure that he's disappointed in how things ended up.

You mentally berated yourself. All you had to do is stay with him and not leave the house, but you put your desires first rather than what's right. There's a sense of humiliation after you put yourself and Isaac in this situation. For someone as disastrous as you, he has the patience of a saint.

Before you know it, tears fell down your face. You broke down right in front of him once again, “I-I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I should've listened, but I didn't. I'm sorry, Isaac. I swear I'll listen to you, I won't sneak out again!”

Isaac smiled, that's all he wanted to hear.

“It's alright, the important thing here is you're here now. Safe and sound,” He wrapped his arms around you, kissing your temple as you cried on his chest. Isaac continued to hold you, whispering sweet nothings as you slowly calmed down.

As he saw your peaceful state, he gently tucked you in. His hand caressed your cheek, soft smile on his face. Isaac hoped that this time you'll truly understand that all he does is for you, because of his overwhelming love towards you.

Finding you in his bed once more, your words continued to repeat in his mind. Maybe this time you'll stay with him once and for all. Maybe this will help you come around and see how dangerous the world is. And maybe hiring those men wasn't a bad idea after all.

Divider: Cafekitsune

#zsakuva #sakuverse #isaac rhoades #Yandere

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julianalvarez9 · 2 years ago

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hot n cold / rúben dias

summary: being in the will-they-won't-they stage with rúben was confusing, to say the least. maybe a bit of rain during the treble parade can make things clearer for you.

wc: 1.1 words.

author's note: just a lottttt of pinning and tension that doesn't really get addressed, i'm sorry 😮‍💨 but they KNOW!!! 🙏🏻 also, lots of soft rúben for my soul 🙏🏻

rain in manchester. it shouldn't surprise none of you, part of the whole team that organized the parade, but still, it does.

first, the answer is to delay it. but, you all know the achievement is too big to overlook, so cancelling it isn't an option, with the fans and team all ready to celebrate the huge achievement only done once by a previous team. a direct rival, nonetheless. and considering there are already a sea of blue waiting for their home heroes, the answer comes rather easy: do it anyways. under pure, manchester weather.

the rain comes pouring down on all of you, and it almost feels predestined: like there was no other way of doing it. but also, you're freezing cold, rain soaking all your clothes and glueing them to your body. you couldn't care less at the moment, too focused on not missing a thing, which was difficult to do when jack was putting on a show for everyone to see.

your back clashes against somebody's front, and you want to turn desperately to offer your apologies, except, two big arms wrap around your figure, effectively immobilising you. "fuck, you're freezing" is the first thing the person says, and by his mere voice you know who it is.

you're not only dripping water with the sassines that can be perceived coming out of your lips. "i think that's the expected result when you're standing in the rain for one hour, rúben," you deadpan, and try to get out of his hold. you don't really care about prying eyes from fans right now, because the bus just got to its destination, so the coast is clear, one could say. but still, feeling you flush against him feels wrong, just because you know you're enjoying it far more than you should. he's a colleague, after all.

"come on, come here," he insists, and you can't really get out of his grip with the force he's caging you in now. you two are so close together that you can feel the medals hanging from his neck, and resting comfortably on his chest. his voice brings you back, and you feel like you've been caught staring, when in reality, you've not. "i'm hot. i can warm you up" he resonates, and although he doesn't refer to him being hot, but rather, his body temperature, which is notoriously higher than yours currently, you can't hel but laugh at the connotation. "wasn't really a secret that you're hot when you're shirtless, dias".

he tries to stifle a laugh, but still, the smirk painted on his lips, which enhances the little dimple he has in his cheek, betrays him. "anyways, you'll freeze to death," you say, turning a bit to get to see his face when you're speaking to him. you notice now the way that he's looking at you, so lovingly, that you're almost forced to turn around again to avoid getting flustered in his gaze. especially, when he shrugs your statement off. "wouldn't be such a horrible way to die, right?". thankfully, john comes before you can answer anything to the portuguese.

"come on, lovebirds, we have a treble to celebrate!".

you freeze at his words, and rúben is the one to move you forward when he starts walking, still holding you onto him, as if you'd leave his side at the first chance you had. that's what you would be supposed to do; but everybody's too drunk to remember any of the ruled you must follow, so you decide to follow that path too. except, you know that rúben doesn't have a drop of alcohol on his system, and you're not really in for drinking while at work: so you two are completely sober. "don't listen to him," he whispers when john's out of sight, and you realize you two are the only ones still in the bus. "but he's right. we have to get you warmed up. can't have my favorite staff getting sick, can we?".

ruben doesn't leave your side at all. not when you get down the bus, not when you enter the building. you don't see any of your colleagues, and your first instinct is to go out there, and search for them. for sure, they're all in place, doing their job, and you feel guilty not being there.

rúben gets to catch your wrist, just barely. "where are you going?" he asks, his eyes big and questioning. you only get to point with your thumb, signaling back towards where the exit to get to the stage is, but he's clearly not pleased with your answer. "you're not getting back there without a dry shirt" he says, giving you the blue shirt he had in his hold, and the towel a staff member had somehow dumped on him in a hurry. your eyes clearly spoke before you needed to, because ruben answered before you even muttered a word. "don't worry about me. see you out there, yeah?".

you're too focused filming and taking pictures to even see when rúben gets out, but the way the crowd cheers his name alerts you of his presence on the stage. the first thing you notice is the clear contrast between his shirt and the one the rest of his teammates are wearing. he has a nice, white shirt that hugs him just right, at the same time that marks him as a champions league champion. instead, the rest of the guys are wearing a light blue one, with light blue and neon yellow letters accentuating the fact that they're treble winners.

no one seems to notice the slip up, or at least, think it's accidental, but john sees you, and he knows. after all, it's not too complicated to put two and two together. he nods approvingly, like a proud father, only to shift his focus to clap rúben in the back. it seems to be a bit too strong to his liking given how fast he turns around, browns knitted together in confusion.

your focus gets taken out of their little interaction when jack does the next thing that has the crown roaring, and get reminded, again, of what your job here is. not to fool around with rúben, you chastise yourself, but still, can't help but look for him a few minutes after. this time, he's looking at you, and it makes your cheeks grow warm. he tugs his shirt and points at you, making a little thumbs up. rúben seems to mouth "looks good on you", and you playfully roll your eyes at him. "it's because it's yours".

#football imagines #football imagine #football x you #football x reader #rúben dias imagine #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias x you #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias fluff

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w2sology · 1 year ago

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Harry Lewis period comfort!!

by the book, harry lewis.

summary: how harry helps you through the unbearable butden to women that is periods.

warnings: shouldn't really be a warning but periods, language, moody reader, that's all!

the first time it happened, harry was completely puzzled

as in when he got the please buy me pads from the shops :( text, he had zero idea on what to do

frantically calling his mum for help bc he felt like asking his sister was a bit too odd

but his mum came to his rescue as she always did

told him what he should do and what to avoid doing

that day harry learnt a lot about you

like what foods made you mad and what foods made the pain more bearable for you

and ever since, he makes sure that he's stocked up on pads whenever you're staying over at his

as you grew older and your body started to mature, you started to change as well

you went from craving ice cream and stuff to craving iced coffee and fruit

but harry didn't mind, he'd go to the shops at 2am just for you because he knew that there was a whole day's worth of cuddles waiting ahead for him

the cuddles were the absolute best

as in we're talking legs tangled together, sheets all messy around you two, his arms on your stomach to help ease the pain or help hold the hot water bottle, and your head resting on his chest as you watch whatever's on the telly

you would hate how harry cancelled plans just to stay and look after you, even though he claimed that he was "surveying what it's like to be a homebody"

kissed and kisses and kisses

anything can be healed with a kiss, or at least that's what harry believes. so he gives you a pass for unlimited kisses.

unfortunately he's also the type to make you laugh until you start cramping, which leads to you getting pissed off at him

"harry— fucking stop, my stomach!"

"no one told you to laugh that hard!"

"get off me, bitch"

him taking photos of you sprawled out which he shows you later, ignoring how you cringe and shrink at yourself knocked out in pain

if there was ever to be an accident on the bedsheets, harry would be an abode sweetheart

waking you up gently and telling you that he ran a bath for you, and whilst you're in the bath he changes the sheets, gets you some fresh clothes and makes sure you have all the things you need for the next week

everyone expects him to be the least experienced when it comes to this stuff but after helping you out through these painful days every month, he seems to have a good understanding of it

"so is it like... can you feel it right now?"

"harry, i won't feel it unless i'm in an uncomfortable position or if i sneeze or something."

"... can you sneeze then?"

defo the type to jokingly ask if you want to have sex, only to stop the joke immediately after seeing your dead straight face.

overall, he's a human heater, a great blanket, and a good cuddle buddy all in one

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imeanyourmomsprettyhot · 2 years ago

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this might sound weird, but could you write a story where aemond has a younger sister and he laid his eyes on her and one night he goes to her room and they just have a talk or something like that and it ends with smut?

Secret Visits || Aemond Targaryen

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about: female targaryen!reader, thigh riding, slight fingering, sex

summary: you are aemond's little sister and he visits you in your room after dinner.

all characters are of age!

Family dinner was barely something to look forward to. The only thing talked about for months, is the iron throne, princess Rhaenyra's children, and how Aegon is the true heir of the throne.

I eventually stopped listening to our mother's rage some time ago because I never really saw a point in it. Aemond seems to have the same way of thinking, as the only thing he does is look at me the whole time. He does that quite a lot in the past few months and every now and then, I reply with a smile, or I start a conversation with him.

Me and Aemond always were the closest among all of our siblings. We share the same interests and we actually enjoy spending time together. So it was no big surprise when he stood in front of my room the other night, and we read books by the fireplace. And it looks like he did the same this night.

When dinner was finally over, and we all left to get ready for bed, Aemond knocked on my door. I'm only wearing my thin, white sleeping gown, as I opened the door.

"Oh! Good evening, Aemond.", I smile at him.

It seems like he dismissed my guard.

"You shouldn't open your door, dressed in basically nothing, little sister. Only the gods know who could be standing in front of you."

"You're probably right.", I laugh.

Aemond is right with most of the things he says. It often makes me feel really stupid, to be honest.

"Is there anything you want from me?", I ask him, shivering at the cold air entering my room from the hallways.

A book appears from his back, that he now holds up to his chest.

"I know mother won't let you read about the great warriors of our house, so I brought this from the library for you., he softly taps the cover.

"By all the gods! You're amazing Aemond!"

He smiles at my excitement, as I let him into my room.

I sit down on the floor at the fireplace, while Aemond seats himself in one of the chairs. I immediately start reading the first chapter. I barely notice Aemond looking at me anymore, since I'm so used to it by now. I don't know why, but he seems to enjoy it, just sitting there and watching me read.

"Aemond?"

"Mhm?"

"What does it say here?", I ask, holding the book up to him.

Mother never allowed me to learn High Valyrian, so whenever there is a passage in one of my books, I have to ask my brothers for translation.

"Come here.", he waves his hand.

I get up and walk over to him, handing him the book. But with one quick motion, he pulled me onto his lap.

"You mean this?"

He points at a random sentence.

"No, this one-ahh."

A moan escaped my mouth as Aemond started grinding his thigh in between my legs. He holds onto my waist, slightly pushing and pulling me for- and backwards.

The pleasure from my clit moves through my whole body, and the book falls to the ground. And another moan slips through my lips.

"A-aemond...", I yearn for him.

He responds with his leg grinding faster. He increases the speed he makes my body move, as well. I'm not able to hold my moans back anymore. They fly over my lips, one by one.

"I want to hear you, princess.", he chuckles from behind my back.

My moans get louder, and I let him do whatever he wants to do with my body. I'm under his spell, fully.

He increases his speed even more, and I quickly feel my climax coming. I moan even louder as I finish on him. My body falls back, where Aemond catches me, his head right beside mine. I look him in the face.

"What are you doing?", I breathe heavily.

He keeps looking at me, a smile forming on his lips. With his hand, he pushes my head to the side, coming for my neck.

Aemond places rough marks on my skin, leaving me again with nothing but pleasure. At this moment, I start to notice the erection in his pants. He starts biting my skin, sending shivers down my spine, right to my pussy.

"You like that, don't you?", he smirks at my skin, "There's a large wet spot on my pants already."

He whispers in my ear. The vibration of his voice moves through my whole body. I goosebump, as his hand wanders down to my pussy. Aemond starts massaging my clit with his index finger, earning a loud gasp.

"Do you like that, little sister?", he mumbles.

I moan a 'mhm' as an answer. I crave more of this pleasure, so I try moving my hips upward, to get more of this ecstasy he puts in me. But Aemond presses my body on his, making me unable to move any further.

"Say it. Tell me how much you like this.", he huffs.

"Aemond, I like being touched by you.", another moan escapes my lips, "I want you, Aemond. Please!", I beg.

Within seconds, he made me stand up and turn around, sitting now legs-spread on his lap. He looks me in the eyes, biting his lower lip.

I'm so mesmerized by him that I didn't even notice, he opened his pants. He pushes me up, slightly, positioning his cock on my entrance. And with one motion, I am sat, his dick buried inside of me.

I gasp. So loud, the whole Red Keep must've heard it. Aemond presses his hand on my mouth.

"You have to be quiet, little sister. We don't want anyone to hear how good I fuck you, alright?"

I nod.

Slowly, I start bumping up and down, coating Aemond's shaft with my juice. His head falls back immediately, and he lets go of my mouth.

His cock throbs in between my folds, and the room is filled with Aemond's growls and my moans. With every time he enters me again, there's a new rush of pleasure running through my body. A new rush of energy that moves through us, over and over again.

I cry out, as his hand seizes the back of my neck, while his other hand caresses my back. Quickly, his mouth meets the skin of my throat once again, as his tongue runs up to my jaw. He licks my skin with such slight touch that I start to giggle from the tickling it sends to me, meanwhile the pleasure coming from between my legs.

Aemond now started to move his hips as well, shoving his cock even deeper inside me, pounding in and out with an even faster paste. I couldn't care for anyone hearing right now. There's no way I could hold my moans and my cries back any longer.

Aemond's groans get louder and deeper, while his thrusts get sloppier. My legs start to tremble beside him. I feel his dick pulsating, as my knees get weaker and weaker, and a knot in my stomach builds up.

It takes a few more thrusts of Aemond for the knot in my stomach to untie, as my climax rushes over me. For Aemond, it takes a few more whimpers from me, to take it over the edge, before he releases himself inside me.

"By all gods.", he pants heavily, "You're perfect, little sister."

Moments later, we still remain in the same position. His cock inside of me, still pulsating like crazy. Aemond started kissing me - very sloppily. His tongue twirling around with mine, and connected by a string of salvia.

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roosterforme · 1 year ago

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The Curveball Part 11 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: While Bob is away, Molly struggles with the silence around her. And Bob can't seem to sleep without her soft, sweet body curled up next to his. But when he mistakes someone else's interest in him for kindness, Bob could risk losing everything he loves.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, swears, pregnancy, smut, 18+

Length: 6500 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story accompanies Batting Practice!)

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Molly was ridiculous. Truly pitiful. She knew it. She could admit it. She was an adult who had lived on her own for many years, but she had become so attached to Bob, she could barely handle the silence of being alone now.

The silence when Bob was here? Well that silence was delightful. It meant he was reading a book or contemplating something. It meant she had asked him a question and he was still gathering his thoughts. But the silence without Bob was actually unbearable.

She found herself making excuses to visit her sister. Or even just call her. One night she called Bradley and pretended she was very interested in the Phillies score so she had someone to talk to about something. She was sure Bradley knew the real reason for her phone call, but bless his heart for talking to her for thirty minutes anyway.

The calls from Bob were so sporadic and sudden, she kept her phone on her at work. One time she had to sneak away to the supply closet to talk to him, but it had been worth it as she stood there surrounded by antiseptic wipes and sterile syringes.

"Mo," he sighed. "I can't stand this, Honey. I can't get any sleep without you next to me."

That call had been brief, but she made sure he knew she missed him and his particular brand of silence. And his cock.

Because that was the other thing. The pregnancy hormones were outrageous. The only two things she seemed to want to do were cry and orgasm. She found herself crying all the time. Like even in the middle of Costco when she saw a brand of cheese called Floyd Farms. But it was really hard to cum without Bob. She and her toys weren't as patient and sexy as he was.

On the Monday of her anatomy ultrasound appointment, Molly cried in the car on her way to the medical complex. And she was still crying when her sister arrived to join her for the appointment. "I'm sorry," Molly said, wiping her eyes. "I shouldn't have asked you to leave work early. I could have done this by myself."

But her sister wrapped her up in a tight hug. "Do you think I'm not excited to find out if I'm getting a niece or a nephew? Please, I'd choose this over work any day of the week!"

Molly nodded as her sister led her inside. She was used to this kind of medical setting, but it was always weird being the patient and not the nurse. So she held her arm out to have blood drawn even though she could have done a better job herself, and she sat quietly while the nurse explained things she already knew. And her sister was with her the whole time, holding her hand.

It's not like she wasn't grateful, because she was. But she whispered, "I miss Bob," when the ultrasound technician was washing her hands. Molly rubbed her hands along her round belly and looked at her sister. "I love you so much, but I wish Bob was here."

"I know," she replied with a small smile. "I wish I could swap places with him for the day. How hard could it be to navigate a Super Hornet and interpret radar imagining while trying not to barf?"

Molly laughed, already feeling better as they got started. And when it was time to find out the sex of the baby, Molly's sister made the tech pause for a minute until she was sure she was getting a video on her phone.

"Okay, I'm ready," she said, giving a thumbs up, and then Molly smiled for the phone camera.

"Miss you, Bob. Or should I say, Daddy. Ready to find out if you're going to have a son or a daughter?"

Then she nodded to the tech who brought the images up on the monitor, and as soon as she said, "It's a boy," Molly felt like everything made perfect sense. She just lounged there on the table while her sister freaked out and nearly dropped her phone. But all Molly could picture was a tiny version of Bob with glasses, immaculate manners, and tidy hair. Yes, it made sense.

"Calm down, or I'll name him Everett!" she told her sister as a big smile broke out on her face. It felt nice for her to be the calm one right now as her sister cried into the camera, gushing about having a nephew.

But now it was almost midnight, and Molly was waiting up, expecting a call from Bob. She had promised him she'd email him as soon as she found out what they were having, but she held off, knowing this call was supposed to be happening. Just as she was dozing off on the couch with an opened bag of gummy bears on her chest, her phone started ringing.

It was a FaceTime call. "Bob?!" she practically screamed when she answered it. And then his handsome face was there, bathed in sunlight.

"Honey! Did you have your appointment today?" His eyes were eager, examining Molly's face as she smiled at him.

"Yes, I did, Cowboy Bob."

His eyes went slightly wider, and Molly could read the anticipation there. "Well?" he asked, pressing his lips together.

She didn't want to make him wait any longer. "We're having a boy."

His eyes welled with tears as he bumped his glasses up onto his forehead and wiped at his eyes. "A boy?" he asked softly. "Molly, really? A boy?"

"Were you hoping for a girl?" she asked with a grin. There was no way Bob would survive having a daughter like Molly, if that's what would have ended up happening.

"Not really," he replied, openly crying. "It didn't really matter. But now that I know it's a boy, I just-" He shook his head for a few seconds. "I just can't wait, Mo."

She popped a gummy bear into her mouth as her baby boy kicked her in the spleen. "How's your deployment, Daddy? I must say, it's a real treat getting to see your sexy face right now."

Bob smiled and adjusted his glasses, looking around at wherever he was standing. "It's boring. And I can't sleep at all. I've been up at night just thinking about you and our son. I miss sleeping with you. Wrapping my arms around you. I miss our bedroom. I know it's silly."

"It's not!" she insisted, sitting up a little straighter. "I miss the way you smell and your voice and the taste of your cum."

"Mo," he groaned in a warning tone.

"What?" she whined. "I do! And I miss the way you'd put your hands on my bump."

He looked at her reverently. "I love you. Both of you. But I need to go get ready to get up in the air, okay?"

Well now she felt like she was going to cry for sure. "You'll call me again soon?"

"The first moment I'm allowed to, I'll call you again, Mo."

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Bob was a week into his deployment when he gave up and left his bunk in the middle of the night. His roommate didn't snore, so sleeping shouldn't have been an issue, but without Molly's warmth next to him, it just wasn't happening. The lounge had decent coffee, and it was quiet. There was a shelf lined with books. He'd go there and see if it made him sleepy.

When he walked in wearing his gray sweatpants and an old gym shirt, he felt eyes on him right away. He turned to his left to see a woman around his age look up from her book to smile at him. "Hi," she whispered, and he knew she must have been talking to him. There was nobody else around.

"Hi." Bob returned her smile and went to investigate the bookshelf. Didn't they know he wasn't going to want to read about US naval history right now? He ran his fingers along all the spines until he found a well worn mystery novel. That might hit the spot.

So he settled down on the chair across from the woman, and when he opened the book, she said, "I read that one last week."

"Oh," he replied, glancing at the cover again before meeting her eyes. "Any good?"

She just shrugged and said, "Passable. But almost everything else in here is the history of the navy part seven thousand, or something equivalent."

Bob laughed and leaned across the table. "I'm Bob. Bob Floyd," he said, extending his hand.

"Annamarie Clarke. It's nice to meet you, Bob."

He nodded and had every intention of just opening the book on his lap, but when Annamarie asked him what he was doing awake at two in the morning ship time, he ended up setting the book aside. She was nice and soft spoken and kind of mousy. She was the type of woman he would have asked out before he met Molly. But right now she was just someone who was willing to talk to him, and maybe that was exactly what he needed.

"This is my first deployment in about a year," he told her after a few minutes of talking. "And I wasn't expecting it. Which is silly, I know. But... I have a lot going on at home."

"Sounds heavy," she replied with a soft smile. "Wanna talk about it?"

Bob leaned back in his chair and pictured Molly and her bump and her silver barbells and her smile. He wanted to tell Annamarie everything, because he knew it would feel good to talk about Molly and the baby. But it also felt too sacred in a way, so he just simply said, "Maybe another time." And then he cleared his throat and asked her why she was awake so late.

Her voice was oddly soothing to him as she told him about her home in Virginia. They compared the Pacific Fleet to the Atlantic Fleet. She made Bob laugh so many times, he lost count. He finally felt himself yawning, and he stood the same time she did.

In another time, he would have thought she was sweet. He would have been a stuttering, blushing mess in her presence. She would have either laughed at him or thought he was adorable. He might have asked her to hang out again. But he had Molly now, and there was no going back from that. He didn't blush and stutter like he used to, especially not around another woman. The only one who could bring that out in him was his girlfriend when she was whispering in his ear about something she wanted to do to him. She was the only sweet thing he wanted in his life.

So he told Annamarie goodnight as they paused in the doorway together, and he intended for that to be it.

But she squeezed his hand gently and said, "Maybe I'll see you again, Bob." And then he turned one way down the hallway, and she turned the other.

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Molly was trying to straighten up the condo on her day off, but the smell of the bleach cleaner in the bathroom was making her gag. She hadn't been eating well, and this morning she hadn't eaten at all. Making food after her shift at the hospital was way too much work. If she didn't have time to stop at her sister and Bradley's place, then she just munched on whatever snacks she could find.

When her phone vibrated in the pocket of her sweatpants, she was sitting on the floor outside the bathroom trying to force herself to go back in there. "Shit," she gasped when she saw that Bob's mom was calling her.

She cleared her throat and answered with a simple, "Hi!" Then she felt like an idiot until she heard the friendly voice on the other end of the call.

"Molly! Are you home, sweetheart?"

"Yes!" she answered, still too chipper for her liking. She cleared her throat again. "Just trying to clean the bathroom and make lunch."

"Well don't. Rachel and I are about to head to the city to see you. I'm sure you must be exhausted after work every day, and I made dozens of meals that can go in the freezer so you don't have to make lunch, okay?"

"Okay," Molly said before pressing her lips together to keep from crying. She was being mommed. She missed being mommed. She loved it when her sister mommed her, but this was just as good.

"And don't open any cleaning supplies. I'll do that when I get there."

Now a tear really did leak down her cheek. "Too late. It's making me nauseous."

"We're in the car now. Crack open a window in a different room, and we'll see you soon."

Three hours later, Molly was eating a homemade meal while Rachel talked a mile a minute. The condo was spotlessly clean, and Bob's mom was taking the trash out to the dumpster.

"I want to say thank you again, but I'm afraid I'll start crying," Molly whispered when Rachel took her empty plate to the dishwasher.

"Nah, you already thanked us a dozen times. My mom wants to help. I mean, so do I. It's hard when Bob is deployed, but it must be miserable for you. Being pregnant on top of everything."

Molly nodded and twisted her fingers together, trying to keep her voice calm. "I miss him so much, it physically hurts. Like sometimes it's hard to breathe. And it's too quiet here without him."

Rachel smiled sympathetically. "Bob doesn't make much noise though."

Molly licked her lips and closed her eyes. "He's quiet. So when he decides to talk about something, it's always worth listening to. And he's been the sweetest man in the world, especially since I told him I was pregnant."

Rachel kind of shrugged. "Listen, I know this isn't the 1800s, but are you and Bob going to get married?"

Molly's eyes went wide. "I-" She slammed her mouth shut, unsure about what she wanted to say here.

But Rachel continued on, undeterred. "It's just that, Bob seems like the type who'd want that. And I'm not trying to call him a prude or anything, but he's pretty conservative when it comes to his personal life. I just thought he would have taken you to the store to get a ring the same day." She seemed to rethink what she had just said. "I'm sorry, I'm overstepping. I'm just surprised you're not married to my baby brother right now."

Molly kept thinking about it. There were times when Bob promised her forever where she really thought about marrying him. She already knew he'd be so good at being a husband, but marriage seemed like something else Molly would probably just fail at over time. But that wildflower meadow filled her mind again. Bob holding their son surrounded by daisies, poppies and violets. Bob sneezing but insisting he was fine. Okay, yes. She wanted it.

But then Bob's mom walked back in, and Molly started to wonder why Bob hadn't asked her to pick out a ring by now. Maybe his family was wrong, and he wasn't completely sold on her. Sure, she'd told him she didn't want to get married yet, but now she was surprised he hadn't insisted that's what he wanted to do. And he hadn't brought it up again.

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"So where do you live, Bob? I know you're stationed out of Top Gun. Do you live in Coronado?" Annamarie asked, playing with the loose ends of her hair. It was the second night Bob had ventured to the lounge, and she was there again. He tried to fall asleep for the past few nights without leaving his bed, and he'd been mostly successful, but he'd finished his book and came to pick a new one. He was surprised to see her when he walked in, and he wondered if she had been here every night.

"How well do you know San Diego?" he asked, thinking about his condo. Thinking about all of Molly's stuff everywhere in their condo. "I live in Hillcrest."

"I know it well enough," she replied with a soft smile, leaning a little closer to him. "And Top Gun is just impressive. You must have some amazing credentials under your belt."

He shrugged. "I'm just a weapons systems officer," he muttered. "I'm actually a little out of my wheelhouse, because the pilot I'm used to flying with isn't here. It's been a bit of an adjustment. And I'm missing my place back in Hillcrest. A lot. I'm still having such a hard time sleeping here."

She trailed her fingers down along her neck and asked, "What's your place like?"

"Oh, I have a condo. I bought it two years ago. It felt huge at first, but my girlfriend moved in a few months ago. Now I might have to sell it."

Her expression fell and her shoulders sagged. "You have a girlfriend?" she asked, her tone flat as she pouted. But her pout didn't light him up inside the way Molly's did. It didn't really phase him at all.

"Yeah. Molly. She's something else," he said with a laugh. "We're going to have a son. He's due in March."

"Oh," she said, nodding slightly. "That's great, congratulations."

"I think the reason I can't sleep is because I miss her so much," Bob said quietly, looking at his hands. "She's a spitfire. Honestly, she's a bit of a handful. But I'm just so used to her now. Even though she's wild." Bob closed his mouth. He'd lost himself there thinking about her.

Annamarie was quiet for a few seconds before she asked, "You trust her?"

"Yes," Bob said right away as he met her eyes. He did. He trusted Molly. Even though she said she didn't want to get married to him. Even though sometimes she shied away from the topic of forever.

"Even though she's wild?" she asked, echoing his words with an edge of sarcasm.

He thought about how Molly's face lit up when she saw him. And the way she'd call his name through a crowd of people, seemingly delighted to be with him. Bob was sure she was only wild for him now.

Annamarie must have mistaken his silence for hesitation. "Do you think you'll ask her to marry you?" she asked, leaning closer across the small table.

Bob would have asked already, but Molly had shut that idea down cold. "I don't know that she'd say yes."

She touched his hand again. "Then maybe she's not the one for you."

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Molly thought she was doing alright. She was having a pretty good day. Nothing to be concerned about over here. Nope. She wasn't missing Bob to the point of devastation. Not at all. Just a completely normal day where she went to work and came home only to get changed and hear a knock on the door while she was on the verge of tears.

"Coming!" she called out, stretching her back where she was starting to feel really sore. If she could just stop thinking about Bob all the time, then maybe the ache would go away.

As she reached for the knob, she hoped it was Phoenix. She'd been stopping over randomly, but she usually texted first. But when she saw a kid who couldn't have been older than eighteen standing there holding a bouquet of gas station flowers, she erupted into tears.

"Uh, are you Molly?" he asked, holding the flowers out and looking a little concerned.

"Yes," she said, wiping her eyes with the backs of her hands.

"Then these are for you. From some guy named Bob."

She held them in her hands like they were the most delicate and beautiful things in the world. "How did he do this?" she marvelled, taking in the sight of each bloom through her tears.

The kid shrugged. "He gave me a hundred bucks a few weeks ago to make sure I brought them here today." And then he walked away, leaving Molly to kick the door closed before reading the card that was tucked between two stems.

Molly,

It's been exactly six months since the first time I told you I love you. And I have loved you every day since then. I can't be there in person, but I wanted to make sure you knew I was thinking about you. I'll get you more gas station flowers as soon as I get home. I love you so much.

Bob

She went to the bedroom and threw some random things in a tote bag. Then she made sure everything was turned off before she locked the door behind her. Molly's hands were shaking as she drove through familiar neighborhoods until she pulled up in front of her sister's house. It was late now, and she was sure Ev would be in bed. So she texted and called her sister's phone. When she got no response, and she knew she couldn't stand the isolating silence for one more minute, she got out of the car and let herself in the front door.

Her hands were shaking, and she realized she had been holding the flowers continuously since that kid gave them to her. She looked around the dimly lit living room, and a second later, everything was illuminated. Bradley was standing at the top of the steps in his boxer shorts, holding a baseball bat like he was a power hitter.

"I'm sorry. It's just me," she said pitifully. He looked even more relieved and even more annoyed as he lowered the bat. Molly supposed it was a nice sentiment about her brother-in-law that he was ready to take someone's head off before he'd let anything happen to his family.

He grunted and turned back to the bedroom, and Molly could hear him say, "Your sister's here." A minute later, Molly was enveloped in a mom hug.

"I can't," Molly whispered. "I can't stay there alone another night. I hate being away from Bob. You know what he did? He got the guy from the gas station to deliver the flowers to me today, because it's the six month anniversary of the first time he said he loved me."

"Oh, Molly," her sister whispered, kissing her forehead.

"He set this shit up before he left!" she wailed. "I don't even know what he's doing today, because I haven't talked to him in a week. A week! And now I interrupted you having sex, and I can tell Bradley's mad at me."

"He's not mad at you, Molly. He just thought you were a burglar or something."

"I'm sorry," she moaned, holding the flowers tight as her sister rested a hand on her belly.

"Stop apologizing. You can stay with us until Bob gets back."

Molly tried to shake her head, but she was led upstairs. She wasn't exactly sure what her sister and Bradley said to each other, but a moment later, Bradley kissed her on the forehead before he went down the hallway alone.

"Come on," her sister coaxed, and Molly climbed into bed with her. "You've been alone for too long. It's not good for you."

Molly dozed off to the sound of her sister's voice and soft breathing, clutching one gas station flower as she fell into the best sleep she'd had since Bob left.

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Bob was anxious to FaceTime with Molly. It had been two weeks since he heard her voice. Now it was a few days after Halloween, and he managed to log into his email for long enough that he saw a photo of her with her sister, Bradley, and Everett, standing in front of an enormous inflatable pumpkin. They looked like they were dressed as a ragtag baseball team. He scrolled down in his email to find more photos of Molly.

It appeared that she was no longer staying at the condo, which had him really concerned. But then he saw a photo of how big her baby bump had gotten. And then there was a photo of her and Everett wearing 3-D glasses and making faces. And then there was a photo of Molly completely naked and pleasuring herself.

Bob nearly dropped his phone on the metal grating of the midship deck. She was going to be the death of him. If he didn't die from lack of sleep, he would die falling overboard after his phone. Either way, it would be mostly her fault, because he couldn't stop thinking about her. His body was aching for her hands to touch him. When the wind blew, it felt like her fingers in his hair, and for a second his heart leapt.

He was lovesick. That had to be it. He never thought this was a real ailment before, but even his heart seemed to be beating to the rhythm of her name. He could picture her when he closed his eyes. He simply missed her to the point of sickness.

And the baby. Bob missed cradling her belly in his hands until he felt a kick. He missed the way Molly would walk around talking to the unborn child about her day at work, as if it was an adult. He missed the ultrasound photos that he's put in chronological order on the refrigerator. He thought up baby names all day long. He had two countdowns going: one to the day he could see Molly again, and one to the due date in March.

He jumped when he felt a hand on his back. "There you are." He turned to see Annamarie looking him up and down. "You look nice in your flight suit."

Bob swallowed hard. He nearly forgot he was about to fly a mission. He wondered briefly if Annamarie had come out here to find him. "Thanks," he murmured, suddenly sick to his stomach over the thought of how many times Annamarie had touched him. It was innocuous. She knew about Molly and the baby. And Bob was just Bob. Nothing special. She'd provided him some comfort late at night when he was too lonely to go to sleep. That was all.

But, sometimes she looked at him like she wanted to keep touching him. And he should have said something by now, but it would have been embarrassing. He was misreading the cues. He was just overly sensitive without Molly here to accept all of his love and feelings.

He loaded into the Super Hornet and got to work. This is why he was here. This is what he was good at. This mission should exhaust his brain enough for him to fall asleep.

But when he landed back on deck as the sun was setting, he knew he didn't stand a chance. His mind drifted, wondering where his girlfriend was. Wondering if the baby was okay. He was only fooling himself when he thought he'd be able to sleep. So he finished reading another book from the lounge and decided to return it. There were only a handful of nights left now. He'd make this his last visit to the lounge.

When he walked in, it was just Annamarie as usual. He was going to put the book away and tell her goodnight. He was going to tell her he didn't want her to touch him, and he was going to say goodnight. But then she met him halfway, and her hands were warm on his chest through his undershirt. And her lips met his, somehow soothing him and making everything worse at the same time.

Bob jumped back instantly. "No," he gasped. "No. I was supposed to tell you not to touch me. Why did you do that?"

She took a step closer to him as he wiped at his lips with his fingertips. "I think there's definitely something here," she whispered, gesturing between their bodies. "Right?"

"No," he gasped again, ready to cry now. He looked down at the gray sweatpants Molly got for him and his undershirt which was a little stretched out from her wearing it over the bump last month. "You're going to ruin everything."

Now Annamarie rolled her eyes. "Why did you keep coming here to see me if you didn't want to take this back to one of our bunks?"

Bob was going to throw up. This sort of thing had never happened to him, and he wasn't even remotely prepared for it. "That's the farthest thing from my mind, Annamarie. You must know by now that I'm absolutely dying to get back home to my Molly and the baby. I'm lonely for them."

"It was worth a try," she whispered bitterly. "You're sweet. You're too good for her."

As she walked out of the lounge, Bob cradled his face in his hands. What was he going to do? If Molly wouldn't hear him out and accept his apology, what the hell was he supposed to do?

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Molly got into, well, a lot of bad habits while she stayed with her sister and Bradley. She ate all the Halloween candy. She accidentally got Everett asking for a pet. She didn't clean up after she did arts and crafts with her nephew. But perhaps the worst habit was the fact that she would sneak across the hallway and slide into Ev's bed for about a half hour each night after Bradley and her sister went to their room.

"Hi, Aunt Molly," Ev whispered, lifting up the covers so she could climb in next to him. "Uncle Bob comes back tomorrow. Are you excited?"

She kissed his cheek and squeezed him as tight as she could with her belly in the way. "Ev, I'm so excited! I can't wait! I can't wait!" She was trying to be quiet, but she was overjoyed. The only contact she had with him in the last ten days was an eight paragraph email gushing about how much he loved her and wanted to be with her forever. She received it last night and read it so many times, it felt like she was floating on a cloud.

"I missed Uncle Bob, too," Everett said. "I'm happy he'll be back in time to come to my adoption day."

God, this kid was so excited to be officially related to Bradley, it was almost comical. "At least someone thinks he's cool," she muttered. But she didn't mean it. Bradley had welcomed her here as much as her sister had. In his own way. Even his teasing had nothing behind it anymore. She had worn him down. He not only loved her now, he also liked her.

"Ev? Do you think I'll be a good mom?" she asked softly, holding her breath for his answer. Kids were so honest, there was a chance this might hurt.

"You already are," he said through a yawn.

She rubbed her belly and asked, "What do you mean?"

Ev snuggled in a little more against her. "You always take care of me and love me. You like, do the same stuff my mom does, but actually in a funner way. And you were there before my dad got here. You already do all the mom stuff."

Molly cried herself to sleep in a twin bed with her nephew, but her heart was full. And the next morning, she was up and ready to go before anyone else.

"What the hell is happening?" Bradley asked when he walked into the kitchen to see Molly making breakfast. "Is this the Twilight Zone?"

She rolled her eyes. "If it was the Twilight Zone, I wouldn't tell you it was. And besides, everything would be in black and white."

"You're so annoying," he said, patting her on the head as he went to pour some coffee. "You're finally leaving today, right? Back to being Bob's problem instead of mine?"

"Har, har, har," she said, flipping some pancakes that looked slightly inedible. "You should be thanking me right now. How many times did I take Everett out so you could fuck my sister?" she asked, glaring at him. "Hmm?"

"Yeah," he conceded with a grin. "That was pretty nice of you."

"I'll send you my Amazon wish list. My birthday is in a few weeks."

He shook his head and walked away, but not even the turd-in-law could dampen her mood. Her body was thrumming, just knowing she'd have Bob's cock in her before the end of the day. And the baby was kicking like he knew he'd get to hear his dad again soon.

But being back on the dock again later that morning made her more anxious than she anticipated. She could remember the sick feeling inside when she said goodbye to Bob. She needed to touch him right now. He would take all of the icky feelings away. And then he'd make her feel so good.

She was wearing a little dress that showed off her bump. Her makeup looked perfect. She'd switched the silver barbells for the ones with the glasses charms. The plan was to take Bob home, suck his dick as many times as he wanted, fuck him in their bed, and then take him to her sister's for dinner. The perfect day. She was about to have the perfect day.

But then she saw him. And oh, he looked terrible. Suddenly that eight paragraph email was pressing down on her like a weight. Like a warning. Like an ending instead of a beginning.

"Bob?" she called out, shuffling forward to meet him. He didn't look happy. Why wasn't he happy? There was a woman glaring at Molly from the other side of the ramp like she wanted to physically hurt her. And Bob looked upset. "Bob?"

"Molly," he sighed, his face looking devastated. But she needed him, so she cautiously wrapped her arms around his neck. "Mo, Honey." His face was buried against her neck, and finally she felt whole again.

"We missed you so much," she whispered, kissing his jaw and raking her fingers through his hair. "Bobby, I love you."

He was crying.

"What's wrong?" she asked, pulling away from him and holding his face in her hands. His pretty greenish-blue eyes met hers, and she waited for him to speak. Because this was the silence she could deal with. She could probably deal with anything now that he was here.

"Molly, I love you more than anything," he said, letting his big hand rest softly on her bump. "I don't want anything or anyone besides the three of us." His voice was shaking as he cried.

"You're scaring me, Bob. What is going on?" she demanded, brushing his hair back from his forehead.

"A woman kissed me a few days ago."

Molly gasped as her stomach lurched. "Who? Why?"

"Another officer," he said miserably, and Molly knew she was going to be sick. "I couldn't sleep at all, because I missed you so much. She was kind to me. Or that's what I thought. All I did was talk about you and the baby. I didn't think I was encouraging her."

Molly squeezed her eyes shut tight as tears leaked out. That's why the woman was glaring at her. "Are you leaving me?"

"Mo!" he gasped so loudly that her eyes snapped open. His hands were on her back, pulling her closer until there was no room between them. "Never! I told you I want forever. I want forever!"

"I don't understand," she said. He was acting like he didn't want to let her go, like he was afraid she was the one who was going to run away.

He kissed her forehead over and over before he said, "She was making me uncomfortable after a while. I was getting ready to tell her. And then she kissed me. And it meant nothing to me, Molly. Nothing. I just want you."

"Did you kiss her back?" she asked, needing to know.

"Of course not," he swore.

"And it was just one kiss?"

"It only lasted a second," he said. "Then I reminded her that I'm in love with you."

Molly sighed deeply. "She made you feel uncomfortable?"

"Not at first. But later on, yes. Nothing like this has ever happened to me. Women don't do this kind of thing to guys like me."

"Guys like you?" she asked softly. "You mean perfect men? Bob, you're exactly the kind of guy this sort of thing happens to, because you're the kind of guy every girl wants."

He was breathing deeply, pressing more kisses to her forehead. "Molly. Can you forgive me? Please tell me you can forgive me for not saying something to her sooner. Or I won't be able to live with myself."

She examined his face. He looked distraught and sick. The dark circles under his eyes let her know he was telling the truth about not getting enough sleep. He was holding onto her so tight, it almost hurt. But it was so obvious that he was telling her the truth. It was plain to see that this was eating him up inside.

"I can forgive you."

Molly ran her fingers along his cheeks, wiping away his tears and kissing his lips softly. He chased her for another kiss and another. Bob devoured her and made her feel whole again. "I can't lose you. Ever," he whispered against her lips. "You're the love of my life."

"Bob," she gasped before kissing him silly. She kind of hoped that the other woman was watching, but she kind of didn't care at all. She didn't belong here with them. She didn't belong where Molly was.

"You know, I think maybe the gray sweatpants were too powerful," Molly mused as she wrapped her arms around him. "You really have no idea how attractive you are, do you?"

Bob just shrugged. "It doesn't matter. There's only you."

She kissed him as she wrapped her hands around his biceps. He was husband material. She knew that. She'd known it all along. "That's very flattering, Coach Cute Glasses."

"It's the truth." His lips found hers again, and Molly let herself enjoy the feel of him. But then he said, "Molly, it might help if I was wearing a wedding band in the future."

"Oh," she gasped. It was like he could read her mind. But she wasn't fully prepared for another overwhelming conversation right now, so she laced her fingers with his and led him to her car.

"Will you let me spend the rest of the day showing you how much I missed you, Honey?"

"You better."

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Baby boy Floyd! The next chapter may be the last one! Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls and everyone who bugged me to make Molly and Bob a thing

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