#but no. not me. i made no friends so i found a little cozy spot under some list of top academic scorers or sth. peace and quiet

[deus-ex-mona]

watching people interact with each other l i k e

[thepenguinweeb]

`` Just close your pretty little eyes and you won't feel a thing. ``

[ ☆ Yandere!Fyodor x ADA!reader ]

[ ☆ In the wild chase the search for Fyodor Dostoevsky proved to be, you get separated from your partners and end up face to face with the man himself. Even though his face is new for you, unbeknownst to you, he'd made himself quite familiar with yours. ]

You ran trough the halls, ready to fight at any given moment. You thought you managed to sneak into the supposed base very well - Fyodor could sense that as he watched you trough his screens.

He'd been doing that for some time. He had cameras watching everywhere you went, so he could spend every waking moment with you. He knew everything about you at this point, and he planned to use all that knowledge.

And now he watched as you, Atsushi and Akutagawa got separated. It was all part of his plan, of course. He decided he wanted to see you in person as soon as possible, and while he originally didn't want to come to this place himself, he did it for you.

Trough small, almost unnoticable signs he guided you ever-so-closely to the room he currently occupied.

Then, he heard the door open.

Cautiously, you took a few steps inside. It didn't take long before you felt an arm circle around your neck.

"Atsu-!!" You tried to call out to your friend before you were silenced by a hand covering your mouth.

"Shh..." Fyodor whispered into your ear. "It won't hurt. Just close your pretty little eyes, and you won't feel a thing."

When you gained conciousness again, you found yourself in an unknown room. It was decorated quite fancily, and the lighting made it seem cozy enough - or, it would've, if you didn't feel something tie you down to a chair.

"Ah.. you're awake, моя любовь."

You turned your head to see a man who you presumed to be Fyodor, based on his russian accent and words. He was cutting up apple slices with an eerily calm grin, considering he had someone tied up in his room.

"Let me go," you demanded, skipping the questions and getting straight to the point. You guessed he probably wouldn't want to answer.

He looked at you with an almost surprised expression - though, his eyes were a labyrinth of emptiness, giving away none of his feelings.

"Let you go?" He repeated. "Nobody is stopping you from leaving. Though.." his voice lowered, which sent you shivers down your spine. "You should be aware of the consequences."

Your eyes widened as you tried to understand. What could these consequences be? But, as if sensing your confusion, Fyodor went on.

"That Atsushi boy," he said. "He means quite a lot to you, yes? That bracelet on your right hand is from him, hm?"

You were shocked at how spot on he was. But how could he know so much, when you've only just met him? It didn't make sense!

"Well, whatever the case," he continued on as you didn't reply and glanced at you while holding the knife close to him. "I imagine you would be quite angry if something were to happen to him."

"What did you do to him?"

Fyodor let out a chuckle at how protective you sounded. "Nothing. Not yet."

You were about to retort when things clicked in your mind. He was using Atsushi to get you to stay with him.. what a sicko.

He put down the knife and walked towards you, an apple in one hand. He stopped in front of you and leaned down to cup your cheek in his free hand.

"So," he continued with a grin. "I would suggest you stay with me, if you worry about that boy's safety."

Not knowing what else to do, you nodded in compliance. He held out the apple for you, but given your hands were tied, you took a bite without them.

"Oh, look at you," he whispered. Soon, your vision had started to get blurrier and blurrier, until your head slumped down and you fell unconcious once more.

"Rest now, little detective," he said, planting a kiss on your head. "It seems I was able to catch you first."

A/N: Fyodor woohoo!! Sorry for all the bsd content yall but it's literally my fav anime. I love this man, he's so cool, and he'd be such a creepy and terrifying yandere.

Dividers by @/rookthornesartistry, ty!!

[obsessedwrhys]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ WILD CHILD

ᯓ★ Your emo best friend fucks you in the woods. Both characters are 18+!! MDI!! Smut, cunnilingus, p in v, virgin reader, unprotected sex, smoking (reader is inexperienced), degradation, reader is a preppy girl!! (First smut so its not perfect)

ᯓ★

You found yourself standing at the front of his house. Apparently it's been a while since you guys have hung out due to your busy lives, so you two agreed to make time and meet up today to catch up.

You knocked on the door a couple of times and it took a couple of seconds before somebody opens it. A smile made it to your face when you saw it was none other than your best friend.

He was still the same.

Same black hair.

Same jeans and tees.

But he's gotten more tattoos and piercings.

Regardless, his lack of change was comforting in a way.

"Hi" He said, pulling his headphones off and despite the distance between you both, you could still hear the faint loud music playing.

"Hey, how have you been?" You said, deciding to start some small talk while he closed the door behind him before walking alongside you.

He shrugs.

"I've been good, what about you?" He barely looks at you, his eyes glued to the ground.

"I'm getting by... so where are you taking me exactly?" You asked, intrigued from his text that he sent you the other night. How he promised to take you somewhere special.

"The woods"

The woods?

The way he answered so bluntly made you chuckle a bit.

"Are you planning to kill me? Hide my body in the woods so nobody will find me" You joked and it was enough to have the corner of his lips twitch into a smile.

"Maybe? Who knows..." He said.

After a few moments of walking, you guys made it to the woods but now you aren't sure where exactly this special place is considering how you guys are already walking past so many beautiful places. Especially the stream you saw just now. Suddenly the path became bumpy, overtaken by rocks and roots that it took all your focus not to trip on it.

"Take my hand" He said, offering you his hand with his back turned to you. Without hesitation, you took it, feeling the familiar warmth and roughness of his palm.

Eventually you two made it to the place. There were multiple blankets on the mattress placed on the ground, a mini portable stove, and a lantern placed just nearby. From how he decorated it, it looked awfully cozy.

"Welcome to my spot, no one in my family knows where this is so I can be alone. I also do my homework here sometimes and this is also the place where I nap" He said and sat atop of the blankets. His eyes focused on you as he watches you still standing there.

"Sounds relaxing" You commented, looking around a bit before joining him on the blanket.

The second you made yourself comfortable, he pulls out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. You watch as he lights one up before inhaling it. It was when he sees you staring so much that he hands it to you.

"Here, try one. They aren’t that bad once you get used to them" He lifts it slightly to urge you on even more. You hesitated... before taking it from between his fingers.

You examine it almost like it's alien.

"How do you use this?" You asked and he couldn't help but smile a little at how lost you are.

To him it's like watching a baby take its first step.

"Just put it between your lips and suck on it. You aren’t swallowing or blowing it out your nose. You just wanna breathe the smoke in and out of your lungs" He instructed but despite his guidance, you were still confused.

You put it between your lips and tried to inhale the smoke but it seemed that the heavy smell overwhelmed you to the fact you ended up coughing. He laughs at you as he took the cigarette out from your hand.

"Wow you really suck at this" He said, his hand being quick to rub your back while you continued on coughing.

Right before putting out the cigarette, he took one last drag and then tossed it away. Your eyes were clearly red and so was your face burning.

Then you felt movement of him laying down, you looked to see him patting on the empty spot behind you, signalling you to lay down as well. And you did just that.

"There you go, more cozy" He said.

And he wasn't wrong.

You could feel your mind being at ease from being present at the moment. It's like all your responsibilities are gone.

"I could fall asleep like this..." You uttered and he turns to look at you.

"Then you should come here with me more..." From the thought itself, you couldn't help but laugh at his words.

"My mom would kill me. She doesn't even know I'm here right now"

"Well, maybe I’ll help you do things your mom would kill you over someday. How about I help you experience life more?" He smiled and you weren't sure but you had a feeling he was being flirty with you when he said that.

Or it could just be the tobacco getting to your head...

"When did you even learn how to smoke?" You turned to your side to face him and he mirrors you.

He shrugs.

"I don’t remember. It wasn’t that long after my first breakup though. I stole a pack of smokes from my mom, it felt good the first time so I kept doing it. I also do other things to calm down but this is just my preferred choice" He said and your brows narrowed a bit by the mention of his ex.

"The girl who cheated on you?"

"Yeah... I don't really wanna talk about her" He sighs.

"I understand" You replied and he stares at you, a mischievous glint showing in his eyes. One that has gotten you into too much trouble during your years of friendship.

"Do you have an ex?" He asks and you scoff in disbelief.

"I wish but my mom says I can't until I'm 30 or something"

"Sheesh..."

He stares at you, again with the same look but his lips are now curving into a smirk.

"So you never kissed a boy?" He asked and the forwardness of his question made you go quiet for a second.

"No" You answered.

You weren't sure if it was just you but you could feel the tension in the air grow thicker, making it harder to breath.

"Do you know how to?"

"Not really"

He chuckles, almost finding your innocence adorable.

"It’s not hard, I could teach you if you want" He offered that for a second you thought you were hearing things.

"You're messing with me right?"

"Nono I'm serious, it's completely up to you if you wanna learn. You don't wanna embarrass yourself in front of your future boyfriend right?"

The way he said it with a snarky look made it so tempting.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt to try"

You cleared your throat awkwardly when he moved himself closer to you. He looks at you, almost unbothered by all of this.

"How exactly do you kiss?" You asked and he thinks for a while.

"Eh... it's... better if I demonstrate it... you just do it like this" He places a hand on the back of your neck and you felt your chest flutter when he pressed his lips on yours.

It was so soft.

He kisses you almost in a gentle, yet passionate way. His piercing felt cold and tasted metallic against your lips. You felt your mind spin but the moment his teeth bit down on your bottom lip, you couldn't contain the sound you made from it. Your reaction causing him to grin as he kissed you longer before pulling away.

“Like that... did you get it?" He said but you were too busy registering what just happened.

Guilty enough, you really liked it.

Probably a little too much.

You slightly rubbed your thighs together, experiencing the same burning feeling you'd feel during those nights you had the house to yourself.

You were too caught up in your thoughts that you failed to notice the way he was staring at your thighs.

Fuck the sight alone made him excited.

"Are you... horny right now?" He asked, a cocky look on his face.

That's when you finally snapped back to thinking rationally.

Your mom would kill you if you did something like this!!

"Ah shit sorry—"

"No don't apologise. I'm also horny" He said, his voice getting quieter as he inches closer to kiss you on the lips again.

You couldn't help but whimper at how rough he was being with you. And he'd laugh, the sounds you were making just encouraging him even more. As the kiss progresses, he'd push you back a bit so that he was on top of you.

With your arms pinned above your head, his lips trailed down to kissing your neck, leaving bites and marks everywhere it landed on. The hardness of his teeth biting down on your skin made it harder to keep quiet.

You were embarrassed.

You never thought that your best friend would be pulling these noises out of you.

"Fuck... I want you so badly, do you want me too?" He asks, looking up at you as he nibbled on your shirt. His makeup making him appear undeniably irresistible.

The sight left you breathless that you could only respond by nodding to his question.

"Yes..."

He smiles hearing you allow him to continue.

"C'mon, let me get you out of your clothes. I'm gonna take good care of you, okay?" He grabs you firmly on the waist and you did as he told.

Carefully, he helped you strip off of your clothes until you were nearly naked. The bulge on his pants growing unmistakable just from looking at you.

"You're so pretty..." He'd mumble, pushing you back on the mattress.

Feeling like your heart's gonna explode, you watched as he trailed his fingers between your clothed folds.

You let out a soft moan, sensitive to his touch.

"You're already so wet for me..." He sighed, rubbing his now wet fingers together.

Growing impatient, he rolled your panties down your thighs until they were completely off. The sight of your pussy glistening made him swallow.

"I wanna taste you— can I?" He pleaded with his eyes begging for a yes and naturally you let him.

"Thank you" He'd say before kneeling down between your legs and lowering himself til he was face to face to the sensitive spot of your body.

You felt the warmth of his breath against you, sending a shiver of anticipation through your body. It feels like everything is happening so fast. You shut your eyes as you felt his hands grip on your thighs, gently spreading them wider to grant him better access.

"You've never had anyone eat you out right?" He asks almost dizzy from the moment alone.

"Never" You said and he moan softly at the thought of him being your first.

If anything it boosted his ego.

With agonizing slowness, his tongue slid along your folds, tracing the delicate contours. You arched your back, a soft moan escaping your lips as the sensations overwhelmed you. His lips sealed around your sensitive nub, sucking gently as his tongue danced across the bundle of nerves.

"Oh God!!" You screamed, your hands instinctively reaching for his hand.

He groans and the vibration on his tongue against your clit made you even more aroused.

The pace of his ministrations quickened, his tongue lapping and swirling that it had your hips bucked against his mouth, desperate for more. You were lost in the haze of ecstasy, your world narrowed down to the incredible sensations he was creating between your legs.

"F-Fuck— Feels so good" You cried.

His grip on your thighs tightened til his nails were digging in your skin, trying his best to hold you steady as he worked. The air was thick with the sounds of your shared gasps and moans. With how loud you were, it's a good thing he chose to bring you to the woods.

"Mm... you close?" He asked, the wet sounds beneath you making you draw closer to the edge.

"Mhm" You nodded with your eyes closed.

Suddenly his fingers dig into the soft flesh between your inner thighs, making you gasp. But before you could process it, his tongue swirled faster and the strokes growing more insistent as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. You felt the pressure building, a feeling thrumming through your body.

"I'm— I'm coming!!" You gasped, your chest rising and falling fast at the build up of your orgasm.

"Yesyesyes— let go for me baby" Your juices were now getting all over his chin and hand from his brutal pace but he loved it, he loved having himself coated in your scent.

You arched your back as your lips parted, you moaned and he moaned along with you, matching the volume of how good he was making you feel.

Your body convulsed with the intensity of the orgasm, wave after wave of blinding pleasure washing over you. But he didn't stop and continued his ministrations. Your vision whited out, the world shrinking down to just the two of you and the all-consuming bliss.

"Mmm..." He hums, lapping at every last drop he could get out of you.

When the aftershocks finally subsided, you lay there, boneless and spent, gazing down at your best friend who began taking off his shirt, revealing his defined chest and the ridges of his abdomen both covered entirely by tattoos. What fascinated you most was how he had his nipples pierced. Shamelessly, Your eyes then trailed down to the potent bulge of his arousal.

He palms himself once he catches you staring.

"You want this?" He teased, a smirk on his face. You look away feeling embarrassed at the position you're in.

"Why are you acting like you didn't just come from my tongue huh?" His fingers unbuttoning his jeans and pulling the zipper down antagonizingly slow.

Your pulse quickened, your breath catching in your throat by the time he finally stepped out of his jeans. His hand wrapped around his own shaft, his touch gentle as he stroked himself. The sight was mesmerizing, your gaze drawn to the rhythmic motion.

It was clear he was doing this to edge you on.

He wanted to hear you beg for him to put it in you.

"Ohhh fuck..." He groaned, running his other hand through his hair as he bucked his hips up to match the pace of his strokes.

It made you whimper.

"Please..." You blurted out the words without realising. He stops to look at you.

"Please what? Did I fuck you dumb now you can't speak properly?" He asks and you let out a shaky sigh at his harsh words, your excitement now growing more between your thighs.

"Please just... fuck me..." You uttered, wondering how you are able to face him after this.

He smiles seeing how shy you were getting...

He enjoyed the effects he was having on you.

"Anything for you..." He says, grabbing by your feet and pulling you down to him that you yelped at his strength.

He chuckles as he lines himself against you.

"I'm gonna be your first— you like that? You like getting fucked by your best friend?" He cooed, having the tip of his shaft circling and caressing your clit.

You shuddered at the delicious friction, another soft whimper escaping from your lips.

"Y-Yes" You moaned.

"Do you let all your friends use you or is it just me?" He whispers as he slowly pushed himself inside you, the thick head of his arousal stretching and filling you with a gentle pressure.

He groans, shoving his face into your shoulder and you couldn't control the erotic moans you were making.

"Answer me whore" He pants, his hands putting your legs over his shoulders to get a better angle.

"Just— you!!"" You sobbed pathetically as you fist the blankets underneath you.

The sensation was overwhelming, his girth and length stretching you in ways you'd never expected you could experience.

"Fucck— you're so tight," He cursed, his voice low and husky with pleasure.

"I'm going to make you feel so good, promise" He murmured.

As he bottomed out, his arousal buried deep within you, he paused, his chest heaving with exertion. The air was thick with tension, the only sound was the ragged breathing of the two of you, lost in the intensity of the moment.

Despite how badly he wanted to have you right now, he needed to make sure you weren't in any pain because that's the least that he wants right now. He leans down to kiss you but this time it's sweeter. You hum happily as you kissed him back.

Your hands were tugging at the wristbands that he still had on his wrists. He smiles looking down at the way you're playing with it.

"Adorable..." He purred, rubbing the side of his face against yours.

Just as he said that, he began moving his hips. His thrusts starting off slow but it was still enough to have you moan out of pleasure. The friction of his shaft rubbing against you made you lose your breath. You were sure you've lost any senses to think straight.

"Take off your bra... I wanna suck on your tits" He breathes out and in a swift movement, you unclasped your bra and threw it away.

Following his command like a puppet.

Without letting a second pass, he dips his head down, latching his mouth onto your perky nipple and sucking hard. You moan and pulled on his hair from how overwhelmed he was making you and your grip made him whimper. He swirls his tongue around the sensitive bud as he starts to pound into you relentlessly.

The obscene sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your dripping pussy mix with your loud moans and his own grunts of pleasure filled the woods.

"Mmm... yeeah— that's it, take my cock" He grunt almost animalistic.

His grip on your hips tightens as he picks up the pace, drilling his thick cock deep inside of you while letting out a guttural groan. At the same time he bites down lightly on your nipple, tugging at it before switching to the other one and giving it the same attention.

Everything was too much.

Too fucking much.

"I'm close...!" You whimpered and he could feel your walls start to flutter around his cock as he continues his relentless pace.

"Yeah? You want me to come inside you?" He cooed, slamming his hips against yours harder and faster.

You nod without hesitation, your brows furrowed from the intensity while your eyes are shut close.

One of his hands slides up your body to roughly grope at your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers. You opened your eyes to see his makeup slightly smeared and his necklaces bouncing against his chest but that just made him look even hotter. You moaned when you felt that same pressure building again.

Your panting growing louder and your body twitching the second your orgasm rips through you. Your back arches and you let out a loud, shuddering moan, your whole body trembling beneath him. It felt like all of you were melting that for a second you swore you could see stars.

"Oh shit" He gasps, feeling the way your walls were clenching tightly around his throbbing cock.

With a few more desperate thrusts, he growls out as his cock pulses, shooting thick ropes of hot cum deep inside of your quivering pussy. His body loses strength that he ends up collapsing on top of you, panting heavily as the last of his orgasm subsides.

He hums as he buries his face into your hair. The two of you twitching uncontrollably and trying to catch your breaths.

He laid on top of you a couple of seconds before he pushes himself up, he rubs his nose, sniffing a bit as his eyes looked down to watch himself slowly pull his cock out, some of his cum already dripping out. You sigh at the absence of him inside you and he chuckles at your reaction.

"You did so good for your first time" He laid himself beside you and kissed you lovingly on the cheek.

"That felt... really weird... but in a good way..." You struggled to express yourself since your mind was still reliving what just happened.

He smiles.

"You know that makes us friends with benefits..." He scoots closer to you, engulfing you in his embrace.

"Meaning...?"

"You can call me anytime if you wanna do this again" He brushes your hair out of your sweaty face. You think over his words.

"Anytime?" You repeated and he nods.

There's a feeling that anytime might come sooner.

Shout out to @wveelr who convinced me to feed in to my addiction

[foreverisntenough]

‘Act II’

Summary: Attraction is like a gravitational pull that is undefinable and unavoidable. Unbeknownst to you, Jude had been keeping an eye on you since he caught a glimpse on his best friend’s girlfriend’s Instagram but he’s been loving his single life. You always were independent and know how to swim on your own but maybe you have been just treading water. Could the tides change on a holiday in Greece when you finally meet? It might get a little rocky but maybe you could be his paradise.

Index

Warnings: This series is 18+ MDNI

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! ‘Act II’ is interconnected to the 'You’re Mine' and 'Ours' Series but can read it independently.

Chapter 14 - 'This House' | ‘Act II’

word count - 10.6k

You left the Grand Palais as Jude Bellingham’s girlfriend. The cobblestone streets beneath your feet felt both familiar and foreign, every step taking you deeper into a wave of nostalgia that both soothed and stung. The last time you walked these streets, Paris had been your whole world, a place where you grew up, discovered parts of yourself, and found refuge. But now, with Jude beside you, it felt like the city was offering you something new—a chance to rewrite your past with someone you loved.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice tender. He stopped you mid stride. “I love you more than anything in the world, you know that?” You nodded, draping your arms around his neck, pulling him close. “I’m sorry it took me so long,” he continued, his voice a little rough with emotion. “I’ll never make you wait for anything from me ever again. Not for this, not for anything. I swear.” He told you. 

“What about for another kiss?”  You asked as you looked up at him through the tears, a teasing smile playing on your lips. Jude’s expression softened, and then he smiled—slow, confident, the kind of smile that made your heart flip. 

“Never. Absolutely never.” He leaned in, his voice a low murmur against your lips,  And with that, he kissed you again. This time, it wasn’t rushed or filled with the urgency of the past. It was slow, deliberate, full of the promise that no matter what happened, no matter where life took you, this—right here, right now—was forever. You continued walking until you turned onto a street you knew too well. The café up ahead brought a smile to your lips before you even reached it. The warmth of the place radiated out into the street, the scent of fresh croissants mingling with the bitter aroma of coffee. It was almost exactly how you remembered it from when you were a little girl but also from the other month too. As you stopped in front of the café, you could hear faint French chatter coming from inside, the clinking of cups against saucers reminding you of afternoons spent with your mum. You couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh, your heart tight with nostalgia. You went in an ordered a coffee but remained mum just basking in the familiar place with the new feeling of Jude’s arms around you. 

"This place..." you started, your voice trailing off as you turned to Jude, who had been quietly observing you, clearly picking up on the emotion in your expression. "I used to come here all the time with my mum. We’d sit inside for hours, just talking, people-watching." Jude gave you a soft smile, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer. His warmth against you was grounding. As you walked outside the cozy Parisian café, Jude smiled softly, watching the people pass by as if he belonged in this little corner of your childhood. He had surprised you by suggesting this spot, one that held so many memories for you, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he had found it by accident or planned it intentionally. 

"Did you?" he asked, playing innocent as though this was all new information to him. You raised an eyebrow, seeing right through his playful attempt. 

"You knew, didn’t you?" you teased, taking a step closer to him and plucking the coffee cup from his hand. He chuckled as you took a sip, your lips still curling into a smile. 

"Maybe I did," he said with a smirk. "But come on, it’s me. Of course I knew." You shook your head, biting your lip as you handed the cup back to him. 

"It’s you… and Whit. Whitney told you, didn’t she?" Jude nodded, his eyes twinkling. Jude laughed, confirming your suspicion. He repeated her name in admission with a nod, clearly amused at how well you knew him. "This is still so good," You took a sip, letting the familiar taste settle on your tongue before glancing up at him. 

"It’s nice, but I still think yours is better." He interjected.  You laughed, shaking your head in disbelief. 

“Oh, shut up. Come on, it’s just coffee.” You took a sip, letting the familiar taste settle on your tongue before glancing up at him. 

“No, really,” he insisted, his grin playful. “I don’t know, maybe it’s the way you make it or how you look when you’re making it. But this one,” he raised his cup, “doesn’t compare.” You felt your cheeks warm, flattered by his word even if he was lying.

“You’re just being sweet because you’re my boyfriend now,” you teased, nudging him lightly. Jude chuckled, taking another sip before lowering his cup. 

“Maybe, but I still mean it.” You looked down at your cup, memories of this café flickering through your mind. You bit back a grin fighting your natural response. Jude laughed seeing you struggle, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. You looked up at him, feeling the warmth of his arm around you and the familiar smell of fresh coffee in the air. Jude grinned, leaning down to kiss your temple. “Guess I’m good at this boyfriend thing already, huh?” You nodded, leaning into him with a content smile but still rolling your eyes. The two of you kept walking, his hand still holding yours tightly as you wandered deeper into the heart of your old neighborhood. It was a late afternoon, the city falling into a lull before it approached the evening, the streets were nearly empty, leaving the two of you to take your time. As you neared your childhood street, you felt a flutter of nerves in your stomach. You hadn’t been back here in a while, at least not since everything with Jude had happened, and there was something almost too perfect about being here with him now. It was like your past was coming full circle.

"You okay?" he asked softly, glancing at you with concern. Jude must have noticed your sudden quiet, because he squeezed your hand gently, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. You nodded, but a breathy laugh escaped you, one you couldn’t quite contain. You felt a mix of emotions swirling inside you, emotions that were hard to put into words. Without thinking, you buried your face into Jude’s bicep, the familiar warmth of his body calming your racing thoughts. He responded immediately, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head, as if to remind you he was right there, sharing this moment with you. The sound of his lips against your hair was soft, a quiet assurance, and for a second you closed your eyes, feeling a lump in your throat. Paris was supposed to feel like home, but right now, with Jude by your side, you realized that home wasn’t really a place anymore—it was him.

"You wanna show me," Jude murmured, his voice gentle but curious. "Show me where your house was?" He asked because after all it was him… he knew where you were. He had this all planned. Your heart swelled as you looked up at him, your eyes watery but filled with warmth. You nodded, taking a deep breath before pointing down the street, toward a row of familiar old buildings. 

"It’s just down there," you said, your voice quieter than usual, but steady. As you both approached the street, your steps slowed, each one feeling heavier with memories. You hadn’t expected to feel this emotional, but there was something about being here, in this place that had shaped you, that tugged at your heart in ways you hadn’t anticipated. Jude stayed close, never letting go of your hand, his presence a constant comfort. When you finally reached the building, your old home, you stood still for a moment, just looking at it. The ivy still crawled up the side, the windows still the same soft blue you remembered. But everything else felt different—like you were standing on the threshold of something new.

"This is where you grew up," he said softly, more of a statement than a question. Jude pulled you closer, his arm around your waist as he gazed up at the building with you. 

"Yeah," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "This is where I grew up." You nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.  Jude turned to you then, his gaze soft and understanding, as if he could sense the weight of the moment. He lifted your chin gently, forcing you to meet his eyes. 

"You’re incredible, you know that?" he said, his voice filled with so much sincerity it made your heart ache.

"I don’t feel very incredible right now," you admitted, your voice shaky with emotion. You blinked back tears, a quiet laugh escaping you as you leaned into his touch

"You are," he whispered, his hands gently brushing your hair back. "And I’m so lucky I get to be here with you." Jude smiled, pressing his forehead against yours. You closed your eyes, letting the moment wash over you. Standing there with him, outside the house where you had once been just a girl dreaming about the world, it felt like you had come so far. And with Jude by your side, it felt strangely different.

“Thank you for all of it,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. “I love you,” Jude’s smile widened, his eyes softening even more as he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against him. 

"I love you too," he murmured into your hair. "More than anything." For a moment, you stayed there, wrapped in his arms, letting the weight of everything settle. The past, the present, the future—it all seemed to blur together, and in that moment, you knew that no matter where life took you, as long as Jude was with you, you’d always be home. As you stood in front of the tall brownstone building, nestled snugly between its neighbors, a deep sense of nostalgia washed over you. It felt surreal to be back here, in front of the home that had witnessed so many of your childhood memories. The window on the second floor where you used to sit and watch the world go by, the steps leading up to the door that you knew so well—they all tugged at your heart. You wrapped your arms around Jude’s waist, the familiar comfort of him grounding you as the emotions swirled inside. Jude’s arms tightened around you instinctively, sensing the weight of the moment. He didn’t say anything at first, just held you, letting you take it all in. His presence was calming, a solid anchor in the sea of memories and emotions this place held for you.

“Do you want to go in? Maybe… see where I grew up?” After a few quiet moments, you looked up at him, your voice tentative as you asked. You watched Jude’s face closely, searching for any hesitation, but all you saw was the same warmth and understanding he always offered you. “Only if you want me to,” he said gently, his tone soft but full of affection. “If you’re ready to share that part of yourself, I’d love to see it. But I understand either way in or not, I’m okay, angel.” His words sent a warmth spreading through your chest, making you feel safe. You knew he understood how important this place was to you, how much it meant to let him in, not just to the physical space but to a part of yourself you hadn’t shared with many people. That understanding, that patience, made you love him even more. You found yourself swaying a little in his arms, your body moving side to side in a gentle rhythm, like you were a child again. It felt playful, innocent, like you were both stepping into a moment that was pure and untainted by the complexities of the world. Jude smiled, his hands moving to your waist, indulging your movements, matching the slow dance of your body as you swayed.

“I can’t believe I’m back here with you,” you murmured, the words barely above a whisper. “It feels like I’m stepping back into a part of myself I haven’t visited in years.” Jude’s eyes softened, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I can see it in your eyes. You light up when you talk about this place.” He told you. You giggled softly, resting your head against his chest. The familiarity of the brownstone, the memories tied to every corner, every step—it all felt overwhelming, but in a comforting way. The thought of bringing Jude here, of sharing this part of your history with him, made you feel connected to him in a way you hadn’t felt before. This wasn’t just about showing him where you grew up; it was about showing him who you were, who you had been, and who you were becoming with him. With a mischievous grin, you stepped back and began speaking to him in French, the playful tone of your voice ringing through the air.

“Okay, allons-y,” you sang, swaying a little as you said it, your voice light and teasing. Jude’s eyes twinkled as he caught the meaning, a smile breaking across his face.

“Lead the way,” he replied, his voice full of warmth as he gestured toward the door. Before you could move, he pulled you to him, his arms wrapping tightly around you. His lips found yours, pressing softly at first, then with more intensity as he held you close. The kiss was slow and tender, filled with unspoken promises and emotions. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours as he whispered, “I love you. More than anything.” Your heart swelled at his words, the weight of them settling in your chest in the most beautiful way. You had always known Jude cared, but hearing it like this, standing in front of your childhood home, made everything feel more real, more permanent. Taking his hand, you turned toward the door, a new kind of excitement bubbling up inside you. You led him up the familiar steps, each one underfoot just as you remembered. The moment felt heavy with significance—this was the first time you were inviting someone into this space, someone who mattered in a way that no one else ever had. Jude was your first in so many ways, and now he would be a part of this too. As you reached the door, you paused for a moment, looking back at him. His eyes were full of understanding, patient as always. With a deep breath, you pushed open the door and stepped inside, the familiar smell of the brownstone hitting you immediately. It smelled like home—like memories, like love, like everything you had once been. Jude followed closely behind, his hand still holding yours. His eyes roamed the space, taking in the details, the high ceilings, the old wooden floors, the little touches that made this place unique. You led him through the hallways, pointing out the spots where you used to play, the room where you spent hours reading as a child, the kitchen where your mother would make breakfast every morning. “It’s beautiful,” Jude said softly, his voice filled with admiration. “I can see why you love it here so much.”

“It’s not just the place,” you said quietly, your eyes meeting his. “It’s the memories. It’s the people who made this home. It’s… everything.” You smiled, feeling a sense of peace settle over you. Jude pulled you into him again, his arms wrapping around your waist. 

“Thank you for letting me in then. Now it’s a little part of us,” he whispered against your hair, his lips brushing your temple. “This place, these memories—they’re a part of your story, and now they’re a part of mine too.” He cooed. You closed your eyes, leaning into him fully, feeling a deep sense of contentment wash over you. 

“Please don’t ruin them okay?” You sympathetically smiled at him. You knew in that moment that this was right—that Jude wasn’t just a part of your present, but your future as well. And as you stood there, wrapped in his embrace, you felt the weight of the past and the promise of the future all coming together in the most beautiful way.

Jude had arrived in Paris with his usual swagger, but the moment he stepped into your family's home, something shifted. His confident grin softened into awe as he took in the elegant townhouse, full of history and charm. As Jude’s eyes roamed the walls, they landed on a series of framed photos. His smile grew wider, then softened even more. 

“Oh Wait…” He pouted as he stepped closer to one picture in particular, where you, maybe six years old, sat on a swing in a sundress, that same bright smile lighting up your face. “This…this is you?” He turned to you, eyes twinkling with amusement and something deeper, something tender.

“Yep, that’s me,” you said, giggling as you watched him fall into the charm of your childhood photos. 

“Aw angel…You’re adorable. I can’t believe you had the same smile back then—makes sense, though. Always lighting up a room.” Jude shook his head, still grinning. He turned to face you fully, stepping in close and wrapping his arms around you. You fit perfectly against him, your back against his chest. “ Alright so tell me about this place,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. “Show me all the good bits.” He smiled. 

“Well…it’s always been home, you know? Running down these hallways, sneaking up to the roof to look out over the city. It’s different now, but I used to feel like I could see the whole world from up there.” You leaned your head back against his shoulder, thinking for a moment.

“A little Parisian troublemaker, huh? I can picture it.” He planted a soft kiss on your neck, making you shiver. Jude rested his chin on your shoulder, his voice low and teasing. 

“Do you want the tour or not, Judey?” You turned in his arms, pushing playfully at his chest.  He smirked, taking your hand as you led him around the house. Room by room, you pointed out little details—places where you and your family used to gather, your favorite hiding spots, the best views. Jude took it all in, making silly comments here and there but mostly watching you, as if he was learning something new about you with each step. You told stories of sneaking late-night snacks and peeking through the curtains to catch glimpses of the city’s magic. 

 “I love it,” he murmured. “I love that you let me inside. And I love…” He paused, smiling against your hair. “I love seeing you like this. In your element.” Jude pressed a kiss to your temple, and for a second, it felt like the whole world stilled

“Well,” you said, your voice light and teasing, “don’t get too used to it. I don’t show just anyone my childhood bedroom.” You blushed, feeling the weight of his words and the warmth of his body pressed against yours. Jude chuckled, his grip on you tightening. 

“Don’t worry, I feel pretty special.” He turned you to face him, his hands resting on your waist as he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours in the softest, most intimate way. As Jude wandered into your childhood bedroom, he seemed taken aback by the transformation. The room had obviously grown with you, updated from the days of childhood dreams to the reality of who you had become. The walk-in wardrobe now filled with clothes and accessories hinted at the stylish, confident woman he knew, but something else in the room caught his eye. Something that stopped him in his tracks. At the far end, beside the large window that bathed the room in soft, natural light, there was a corner filled with easels, canvases, and sketchbooks. He hadn’t noticed it at first, but now, standing there, Jude was hit with a wave of curiosity. His brow furrowed as he stepped closer, gently touching one of the canvases leaning against the wall. Paintings. Art. Everywhere. He blinked, realizing the depth of it—this wasn’t just a hobby. You had stacks of sketchbooks, binders filled with awards and certificates from galleries, photographs of you at exhibitions with serious, thoughtful expressions on your face. There was even a shelf filled with small trophies, trinkets that you had won over the years. “Angel… you did all of this?” Jude asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he were afraid of disturbing the stillness of the room.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest. “It’s nothing, really. It was a hobby.” You, standing by the door, shifted uncomfortably.  But Jude shook his head, clearly not accepting that response. He sat down on the carpeted floor, his long legs folding awkwardly beneath him as he reached for one of the sketchbooks. Flipping through the pages, he became immersed in the drawings—some of them quick and raw, others detailed and intricate. He could see the progression of your talent, the way you’d honed your skill over time.

“I feel a bit dumb you know. How did I not know about this?” he asked, his voice full of awe.

“I don’t really talk about it much. It’s personal.” You hesitated, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks. Jude kept flipping through the pages, more intrigued than ever. He ran his fingers over some of the drawings, feeling the texture of the paper as if it held some secret about you he hadn’t yet uncovered. The further he went, the more emotional he seemed to get, and soon, he wasn’t just looking at the art. He was looking at the photos of you standing next to your work at shows, certificates of recognition, articles praising your talent. He could see how much this world meant to you, how deeply intertwined it was with who you were. He swallowed hard, feeling a lump forming in his throat. His chest tightened as he realized something that made him pause. Sometimes, he got lost in the idea of you as this sexy, confident woman who turned heads wherever you went. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t love that part of you—the way you made his heart race, the way you commanded attention with just a glance. But here, in this room, surrounded by the art you’d created, he saw the parts of you that were layered with complexity, talent, and emotion. This wasn’t just the woman he was falling for. This was the person behind it all. A talented, interesting, intricate person he desperately wanted to understand more deeply. Jude suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, and to his surprise, his eyes grew damp. He couldn’t quite explain it, couldn’t find the words for why this moment was hitting him so hard. But seeing this side of you—this vulnerable, artistic side that you rarely showed the world—it made him feel something so deep, he couldn’t speak.

“You really are incredible,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I mean it. I say it a lot but I really had no idea…” He looked up at you, his eyes shining with unshed tears. You bit your lip, feeling exposed but also deeply touched by his reaction. You hadn’t expected him to be so moved. Jude placed the sketchbook aside, standing up and walking over to you. He took your hands in his, his grip firm but tender. “Sometimes, I get so caught up in…in how much I want you. How beautiful you are, how you drive me crazy. But this…you…” He took a breath, trying to steady himself. “You’re so much more than that. You’re this amazing person, and I feel lucky just to know you. To even get a glimpse of this.” You blinked, the weight of his words settling over you. His vulnerability matched yours, and for a moment, you were both standing there, completely open and raw with each other. It was hard to feel ‘interesting’ or ‘accomplished’ when Jude Bellingham was standing next to you but right now he managed to make you feel just that. Jude pulled you into a tight hug, holding you close. “You’re more than I ever could’ve imagined,” he murmured against your hair. “I don’t even know how to tell you what I’m feeling right now.” But he didn’t need to say anything more. In that quiet room, surrounded by your art and your memories, you both understood just how much deeper this connection went. You giggled softly, taking a seat and bringing Jude with you, your body naturally leaning into his. The warmth between you two felt comfortable, familiar. As you kissed his cheek, your hand reached out to a small box tucked beside the bed. Pulling it into your lap, you began to sift through its contents, nostalgic feelings rising to the surface. From the box, you pulled out a worn, slightly frayed paintbrush. Its handle was chipped, the bristles uneven, but it held a history that made your heart swell. 

“This,” you said, holding it out for Jude to see, “was my first paintbrush. My grandma gave it to me. It’s pretty crappy now, but back then, it felt like she was handing off a baton in a weird way.” Your voice softened, remembering her. “She was a painter too. When she got sick…it was like losing part of myself. I didn’t handle her death well at all.” Jude, his gaze fixed on you with deep empathy, gently took the brush from your hand, holding it with an almost reverent care. He looked at it as if it were some priceless artifact, but what really struck him was how much it meant to you. He didn’t need to say anything for you to know he understood. “I could teach you to paint sometime,” you offered with a small smile, trying to lighten the mood, although you meant every word. “If you’re interested.”

“I’d love that. Honestly, I’d love anything if it meant learning more about you.” Jude nodded, his eyes never leaving yours.  For a moment, the room was quiet, the weight of your shared vulnerability heavy yet comforting. He sighed, the sound almost carrying a burden of guilt. Jude was visibly emotional, and you could see something weighing on him. “I feel like I’ve dragged you into my world so much,” he admitted, his voice low. “And I almost forgot you have your own. I got so caught up in everything that…I don’t know, it just hit me.” You were about to respond when Jude asked, somewhat unexpectedly, “Would you paint for me one time? Just…let me watch you. I want to see your process, how you work. That brain of yours in action.” The request caught you off guard. It wasn’t something anyone had ever asked of you. You blinked, processing his words, feeling a sudden rush of emotion swell in your chest. No one had ever wanted to see you in your element—not like that. 

“No one’s ever cared about that part before,” you confessed quietly, your voice faltering. You shifted uncomfortably, your throat tightening. “All they ever want is the finished piece. The beautiful outcome. In every part of my life, it’s like…no one wants the raw stuff. No sketches, no mistakes.” You looked into Jude’s eyes, realizing how profound this moment was. Here he was, asking to see the mess, the uncertainty, the parts of yourself you usually kept hidden.

“But I do. I want to see it all. The process. The rawness. Everything that makes you who you are.” He brushed a thumb across your cheek, his expression soft and tender.  Your eyes stung with tears, but they were good tears. Ones that came from feeling seen, truly seen, for the first time. Jude wasn’t just interested in the shiny, perfect version of you. He wanted the layers, the chaos, the realness beneath.

“Okay,” you whispered, “I’ll paint for you.” You swallowed hard, nodding, a small tear slipping down your cheek. Jude pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. 

“Thank you, angel” he murmured into your hair, his voice full of gratitude. “I’m so lucky to know you.”  And in that moment, you knew he meant it in a way no one ever had before. You smiled softly as you led Jude through the house, feeling a growing sense of comfort. After sharing your art, it felt right to show him more of your world, the pieces of yourself that had been hidden for so long. You stopped in front of the kitchen pantry and pointed to an old cupboard, grinning as you spoke.

“I used to hide in here,” you said, the nostalgia in your voice evident. “My brother would try to find me, but this was my secret spot. I thought I was a genius.” Jude chuckled, his hand grazing yours, as he leaned closer to inspect the cupboard as if imagining a younger version of you tucked inside. 

"Bet you were impossible to find." He smiled. 

“Oh, I was very good at hiding,” you said playfully, leading him down the hallway. You guided him up a winding staircase, your voice soft but full of meaning. “There’s more I want to show you.” You entered a lounge area, stopping near an elegant grand piano.  "My dad plays this during Christmas," you explained. "We all gather here, and my grandpa makes the best martinis. It’s tradition." Jude’s eyes softened as he imagined the scene—your family, the music, the warmth of it all. You saw the way he took it in, every detail, like he was learning more about you through the spaces you occupied. Next, you showed him a room that was entirely your mother’s closet. It was more grand than anything he’d imagined, but it didn’t surprise him. “This is my mum’s sanctuary,” you said with a light laugh, pushing open the doors. “She’s always had a flair for fashion.” Jude whistled, his eyes wide, but he wasn’t just impressed by the luxury—he was captivated by how everything seemed to reflect who you were, your history, and your family’s essence. Afterward, you wandered into your dad’s office, which was lined with shelves of classic films. Jude looked around, clearly impressed by the collection. “He’s a bit of a film buff,” you explained, feeling proud of your dad’s passion. “We used to watch movies in here all the time.” You could sense how deeply Jude was appreciating this journey through your childhood, how every corner of the house seemed to reveal a new layer of who you were. Finally, you stopped in front of a large portrait hanging on the wall. It was of you as a little girl, painted in striking detail by a renowned artist. The significance of the artist was lost on Jude, but that wasn’t what mattered. He stood there, staring at the painting, his gaze transfixed on the image of you as a child. His breath caught in his throat, and you could see the emotion in his eyes, the way he was trying to process it all. The canvas seemed to capture something eternal—an essence of you that he hadn’t fully understood until now.

“That’s you,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe. “It’s… you.” 

“Yeah, that’s me.” You nodded, your voice quiet.  Jude’s eyes never left the painting, and for a moment, it felt like he was seeing you—the real you—in a way no one else ever had. There was a weight to the moment, a recognition that went beyond words. He turned to you, his hand gently brushing your arm. 

“You’re… gorgeous” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “It’s like everything I’ve learned about you here makes sense. This house, these memories, everything… it’s all you.” You smiled, feeling a lump rise in your throat as the weight of his words settled over you. Jude wasn’t just appreciating the beauty or the luxury of your home. He was understanding the essence of what shaped you, what made you who you were. And that, more than anything, made your heart swell.

“I’m glad you got to see this part of me,” you whispered. “Thank you… for wanting to know. For all of today.” Jude pulled you close, his lips brushing your forehead in the softest of kisses. 

“I want to know everything about my girlfriend. Every detail, every story, every part.” And in that moment, you knew that Jude wasn’t just falling for the surface. He was falling for every intricate piece of who you were. Jude had been wandering through your family’s home for what felt like hours, and it made him laugh inside. The place was enormous—winding staircases, hidden rooms, grand closets, and memories packed into every corner. Yet, somehow, you were still nestled in the heart of Paris, as if this sprawling sanctuary was tucked away behind the city’s cobbled streets. It was such a paradox, but also, it was so you. Of course, your home was as hidden and intricate as you were.  Finally, you both reached the top floor, stepping out onto the rooftop. The breeze was cool, and the sky was painted with shades of gray, but you could still see the Seine winding through the city and, far in the distance, the Eiffel Tower piercing through the clouds.

“Wow. You really can see the whole world from up here.” Jude whistled, impressed.

“Told you.” You smiled, looking out over the familiar view. He stood behind you again, pulling you against him as you both stared out at the city. For a moment, it was just the two of you and Paris. His arms tightened around your waist, and he rested his chin on your shoulder again, his voice soft.

“Happy?” he asked, his tone shifting, more serious now. You turned your head slightly, meeting his eyes. 

“Never in my life have I felt happier.” As you stood there, with the Paris skyline stretching out behind you, you felt more than just the connection to the city—you felt it to him. Jude had seen the world, traveled to countless cities, and yet there was something about this—seeing Paris from your rooftop—that felt different. It was like stepping into an oasis, a secret world high above the streets where the Seine shimmered below, and the gray Parisian skyline stretched out like a dream. The gardens of Luxembourg, the distant spire of the Eiffel Tower peeking through the clouds—it was all there, quietly perfect. He stood there, taking it in, a moment of awe flickering across his face. And then, he turned to you, watching as you soaked it all in with a soft smile. He could tell that this was more than just a view for you—this was home. This was your world, the one you had kept so close, and now you were sharing it with him. You caught his gaze, and with a grin, you slipped away to a small bar area tucked into the corner of the roof. Moments later, you returned with a bottle of champagne, the bubbles dancing inside the glass. Plopping down onto a cushioned couch, you offered the bottle to Jude, but he shook his head, eyes sparkling.

“You probably do it better,” he said with a smirk. You giggled, knowing he was probably right, and as the cork popped and flew into the air, you saw Jude’s smile widen. He sat down beside you, close enough that his leg brushed yours, the energy between you electric but softened by the warmth of the moment.

“Consider this our relationships aperitif,” you teased, handing him a glass as you poured. 

“A perfect start then.” He laughed softly, eyes never leaving yours. For a while, you both sat in a comfortable silence, sipping the champagne, your bodies close as you looked out over the city. But Jude kept glancing at you, unable to decide what view was more beautiful—Paris or you. As cliché as it sounded, he wasn’t sure which took his breath away more. The city, with its romantic skyline and old-world charm, or you, sitting there with your carefree smile, your hair catching the sunlight, and that spark in your eyes that made him feel like he was falling for you all over again. “This… it’s all so you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it.” He reached for your hand, his fingers brushing yours as he spoke, his voice low. There was a pause. You could feel the gravity of the moment, the way the champagne in your glass seemed to swirl in slow motion, the city below you quieted as if it were just the two of you in the world. “You know…” Jude’s voice was quieter now, more vulnerable. “I’ve been to so many places. But this... sitting here with you, seeing Paris through your eyes... I don’t think I’ve ever felt this close to someone before. Like, really close.” He cooed.

“I’ve never really shared this with anyone before. My world, I mean. It’s just... hard, sometimes.” Your heart swelled at his words, and you leaned in slightly, resting your head against his shoulder.

“Thank you for letting me in.” Jude kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering as he held you a little tighter. And as you sat there, the city lights beginning to twinkle in the distance, you realized how much this moment meant. It wasn’t just the beauty of the view or the champagne; it was the fact that for the first time, someone really saw you—the raw, unfiltered version. And that person was Jude, the one who had been through the ups and downs with you, and was still sitting there, holding your hand like he never wanted to let go. The rooftop felt like a sanctuary, far removed from the world below. The golden glow of the Parisian streetlights flickered in the distance, and the soft breeze carried the faint sounds of the city’s night. Wrapped in Jude’s arms, you felt cocooned in a moment that felt infinite. His steady heartbeat echoed in your ears, and the warmth of his body pressed against yours made the night air feel even more serene. You hesitated before speaking, unsure of how to bring up what had been swirling in your mind. The thought had felt too big, too sudden, yet the more time you spent with him, the more right it seemed.

“So… would you... maybe. Like would you want to go to my family’s chateau?”  You shifted in his arms, looking up at the stars, before glancing up at him through your lashes, your voice coming out soft and tentative Jude’s head tilted slightly, his lips twitching in amusement as his eyes flickered with that familiar playfulness. 

“Me? You want me to meet your family,” he sang, his voice lilting with mock seriousness, as if it was a grand revelation. You let out a laugh, your face warming under his teasing. 

“No, I mean, yes, but not like that,” you tried to explain, stumbling over your words. “It’s just… my family’s there, and it feels like the right time, you know? If we're already in France... it’s a bit of a drive but I want you to meet them.” Jude’s grin widened, and before you could say another word, he gently pulled you into him, his arms wrapping around your waist as he started to sway you both side to side. 

“Angel,” he murmured softly, his lips brushing the top of your head, “it’s only right. You’ve already met my family. It’s about time I met yours, too, yeah?” He cooed. You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, your heart fluttering at his words. The nerves you had been holding onto dissolved into something warmer, something deeper. You weren’t afraid of him meeting your family, but there was still an underlying current of anticipation. This felt like a big step, a solidifying of the bond you had been building since you met. 

“I just—” you started, but Jude stopped you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. His presence, as always, was grounding. You melted into him, resting your head against his chest, feeling the gentle rhythm of his breathing.

“You don’t have to explain,” he said quietly. “I want to meet them.. I want to know all the parts of you.” The weight of his words settled between you, heavy but comforting. You smiled into his chest, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. The city below continued its hum, but up here, it was just the two of you, caught in your own little world. Eventually, you glanced up at him again, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his arm. 

“So… we’ll stay here tonight?” You asked. Jude blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in conversation. 

“Uh, I mean… if that’s what you want…” His brow furrowed in a cute, puzzled expression as he stammered,  You couldn’t help but smile at his hesitation. There was something in the way he responded that told you he hadn’t expected this at all. 

“Oh wait,” you teased, your voice filled with playful suspicion. “Did you… have something else planned?” You asked. Jude’s sheepish grin was immediate, and it gave him away. He rubbed the back of his neck in that endearing way he always did when he was caught off guard. 

“Well, I wasn’t exactly expecting us to stay at your family’s tonight,” he admitted, his eyes glinting with humor but also with a hint of something deeper. “I didn’t even know if you’d want to go in.” He smirked.  Of course, you thought. He had flown you to Paris, organized the Grand Palais to look unbelievable for him to ask you to be his girlfriend—it was all so romantic, so meticulously planned. You laughed, the sound soft but full of warmth, knowing how much care he had put into this night. 

“Of course you did,” you teased, your fingers tracing the outline of his jaw as you gazed up at him. “You’re not one to do things halfway, are you?” You smirked. Jude chuckled, his arms tightening around you. 

“Not when it comes to you, no, angel.” he said, his voice dropping to a murmur, his lips brushing against your forehead. Your heart skipped a beat, and you couldn’t help but feel a swell of emotion at the way he looked at you. The mischievous glint in his eyes had softened, replaced with something more serious, more intimate. You felt a rush of affection for him, for how much effort he had put into making this night special.

“Take me where you want.” You leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered. Jude’s breath hitched at the mischievous tone in your voice, and a slow, satisfied grin spread across his face. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes gleaming with excitement and affection. 

“Oh, angel,” he said, his voice low and full of promise, his lips barely brushing yours before he leaned in for a kiss. The kiss was slow and lingering, filled with the unspoken emotions that had been building between you all night. It was a kiss that felt like a promise, like the beginning of something even bigger than the two of you could imagine.  When you finally pulled away, your forehead rested against his, and you both sat there in silence, the rooftop around you forgotten, the city below distant. “I’m excited to meet them,” Jude whispered, breaking the comfortable quiet. “But I’m even more excited to spend tonight with you. Taking you right to bed.” He smirked. You smiled, feeling your heart swell with happiness. In this moment, it didn’t matter where the night would take you—what mattered was that you were with him, and that, together, you were building something beautiful. 

You and Jude stumbled out of your family’s home, the night air cool against your flushed skin as you both burst into fits of giggles. Paris was magical at night, and in your slightly tipsy haze, it felt even more surreal. You clung to each other, walking in sync down the cobblestone streets, laughing about nothing in particular, but everything at the same time. Jude’s arm was wrapped tightly around your waist, his other hand keeping a steadying grip on your own as you both wobbled along. 

“God, that wine is so good, angel” he chuckled, his voice a little slurred but full of warmth. You maybe had overindulged in the perks of your family’s vineyard on the roof. 

“Maybe,” you giggled back, leaning into him as you walked, “just maybe we’ve had a bit too much wine.”

“Nah, we’re fine. But… food. Definitely food.” Jude grinned, his eyes sparkling under the dim streetlights. You both stumbled your way to the Four Seasons, somehow managing to make it to the penthouse suite, where the lights of Paris glistened through the windows. The second the door closed behind you, you both burst into another round of laughter, leaning against the wall for support.

“Baby…Room service?” you suggested, still giggling as you kicked off your shoes, your voice a little more breathless now.

“Absolutely,” Jude agreed, already grabbing the phone with a slight fumble. “What are we ordering? Everything?” He smirked. 

“Definitely everything,” you said, collapsing onto the plush couch, your head tilting back as you stared up at the high ceiling. “Maybe… some fries, a burger… and—oh, dessert! We need dessert, Jude.” Jude looked over at you, his eyes soft as he watched you, the smile never leaving his lips. 

“Yeah, we need dessert,” he agreed, still watching you as if you were the most mesmerizing thing in the world. You caught his gaze and blushed, the warmth spreading from your chest. 

“What?” you asked, feeling your heart flutter.

“Nothing,” he said, picking up the phone to place the order. He walked back over to you, sitting down beside you and pulling you into his arms. “Just thinking about how lucky I am.”

“You’re drunk,” you teased lightly. You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Maybe I am. But I’m never too drunk to be in love with you.” Jude chuckled softly, brushing a kiss against your temple. You sighed happily, your arms wrapping around him as you nestled closer, the world outside disappearing as you sat there together. Drunk, yes, but perfectly content. The kind of drunk where the laughter was louder, the touches softer, and everything just felt lighter.

“Maybe,” you whispered, closing your eyes as you breathed him in, “I’m gonna go change quick.” You told Jude sitting up. Ever thoughtful, you had no idea that Jude had all your bags from the plane brought to the hotel. 

“Okay, angel.” Jude cooed but there was a glint in his eye that made an idea pop into your head. Feeling playful and seductive, you approach the bed, your fingers deftly peeled off your dress, watching the heavy fabric pool onto the floor. You were initially going to change into something else but this felt more… right. Your movements were deliberate and teasing, slowed by the haze of alcohol. You stood in the luxe room just in your panties, your full, round tits, heavy with anticipation, your nipples already taut and begging for attention. You stepped out of your dress around your feet, leaving it on the floor. Now clad only in a skimpy pair of lace panties, you climbed onto the bed, your heart racing with excitement. The soft sheets caress your bare skin as you stretch out, your long legs on display, leading up to the moist center of your desire.

Jude finished calling room service, seeing as you hadn’t returned he came to the bedroom and as he came through the door frame, his eyes immediately locked onto you, his jaw dropping in awe. His gaze travels up your body, taking in your smooth thighs, the curve of your hips, and the swell of your tits. He took a step towards the bed, his eyes never leaving your naked form.

"You are fucking unreal," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. He knelt on the bed, leaning over to place a soft kiss on the inside of your ankle. He worked his way up, kissing the sensitive skin behind your knee, the tender spot that makes you squirm. His lips trailing along the inside of your thigh, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "So fucking sexy," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. His hands sliding up your thighs, gently grasping your hips and pulling you towards him. He planted a kiss on the crease of your thigh, so close to your core, making you gasp and arch your back. Jude's lips finally meet yours, and he kisses you deeply, passionately. His tongue dances with yours, mimicking the intimacy yet to come. His hands roam over your body, cupping your breasts, thumbing your nipples until they peak even harder. He praises you, whispering how beautiful and sexy you are, his words making you melt into the sheets. "Fuck food. I want you so much, angel," he growled, his voice filled with raw desire. With a growl of possession, he tore at your lace panties with his teeth, ripping the fabric away from your body. Your pussy, glistening with arousal, is now fully exposed to his hungry gaze. He leant down, his breath tickling your sensitive flesh. "Always so wet for me," he says, his voice thick with need. His tongue traced the outline of your pussy, parting your folds gently before delving deeper. He ate you with abandon, his tongue flicking your clit, then plunging into your hot, wet center. Your hands gripped his hair, holding him close as waves of pleasure wash over you. He teased your sweet spot, sucking and licking until you're writhing beneath him, your moans filling the room. He devoured you, his mouth relentless, driving you closer and closer to the edge. And just when you thought you couldn’t take any more, you cried out his name as your orgasm crashed over you. Your body shaking, and you clutch at the sheets, your release so intense it leaves you breathless. You pulled at Jude’s arms with one hand to come kiss you only for him to shudder when your other hand wrapped around his painfully hard dick. Watching you cum had made him even harder and he couldn’t wait to have you and watch you fall apart on his cock.  

Jude, not yet satisfied, pulls you up, positioning you above him. Your legs straddle his waist, and you feel his hard length against your throbbing core. He groaned at the feeling. The feeling was overwhelming, Jude shut his eyes and rocked up against you, delirious with the friction. With one hand on his shoulder, you pushed yourself up onto your knees and lined his cock up with your entrance, sinking down slowly.   He guides you down, sinking yourself on his rigid cock, filling yourself with him. His size stretched you deliciously and the slight burning only added to the pleasure running through your veins. He was so big, you could feel him in your stomach once you were fully seated and you actually needed a moment to adjust. 

“Fuck, you feel so big,” You whined as Jude dropped his forehead to your chest. He felt big and you felt so tight he was trying to avoid cumming on the spot. You slowly began to roll your hips at a slow pace. You begin to ride him, setting a slow, tortuous pace. Your tits bouncing with each downward thrust, and you lean forward, your nipples grazing his chest, creating a delicious friction. He filled you completely, stretching and satisfying you in ways you never imagined. Jude's hands gripped your hips, helping you find a rhythm as you bounced atop him. The pleasure continuing to build, intensifying with every stroke. You leaned back, giving him an alluring view as you fuck him, your eyes locked on his.

"Fuck, angel, you feel so good," he grunts, his eyes dark with passion. He encouraged you to ride him harder, faster, and you oblige, eager to please. You grind down on him, your clit rubbing against his pelvis, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. You were both completely entranced on the slow drag of his cock, you could feel every hard vein and ridge of it slowly fucking into you.  As you rode him, your bodies slick with sweat, he reached between your bodies, stroking your clit in time with his thrusts. The sensation becoming overwhelming, a perfect storm of pleasure. You threw your head back, your hair cascading down your back as you climaxed again, crying out his name. “Good girl.  Cum on my cock.” Jude  Your eyes locked onto his, and he held your gaze 

“Holy shit, Jude. That… that.” You couldn’t get your words out as you slowed a top of him. You sat up letting Jude’s hard cock begging for release come out before sitting back down taking all of him again. 

“Oh my god.” Jude scoffed a bit in disbelief at how good you felt. He slapped your ass as if to act as a start gun and you smirked. You moaned at his second slap, the sting of his massive hand against your skin. You squeezed your pussy tighter around him feeling him twitch inside you. “Fuck baby, squeezing me so tight.”  Your eyes rolled back. You couldn’t do anything but give into your next orgasm building up. The room filled with the sound of your skin slapping.  

“Baby… Jude.. wait..” You managed to mutter out when he started to fuck you again.  His pace was relentless, his hips unforgiving as he moved, driving his cock up into of you, consistently hitting a spot so deep inside you. 

“Fuck, fuck, oh my- fuck.” he cursed. “I’m gonna cum.” His fingers dug into your skin and his head fell back, as he pushed his hips up one last time before he spilled into your tight heat. Jude rolled his eyes at the way you gently moved your hips against his to help him ride out his high.   It didn’t take long for your own orgasm to crash over you. Jude's grip on your hips tightened, and he bucks his hips wildly, driving himself deep into you. You followed him into ecstasy, his body tensing as yours shook. He cursed as he filled you. His cum painting your walls white. Your sensitive pussy overflowing with both of your juices. 

“Holy shit, baby.” You whined. As he stilled inside of you finishing out his high. He collapsed his head into the valley of your boobs when he was done. 

“Oh my god, Y/N.” He chuckled a little. You didn’t want him to pull out yet. you gripped your fingers on his hair and massaged his scalp, causing Jude to hum in contentment, whilst his hands caressed your back in soothing motions. You moved him to rest your face onto his chest, you could feel his heart pounding against you, both of you spent and satisfied. You kissed his neck, savoring the taste of your passion, and he wraps his arms around you, holding you possessively. "I love you," he whispers, his voice filled with adoration. You smiled feeling just that but you couldn’t speak. Not yet, not after that.  You were lying in bed, the soft light of the Parisian lights filtering through the curtains, bathing the room in a gentle warmth. Jude’s hand idly traced a fine line tattoo along the side of your boob, his touch light, almost absent-minded, but you could feel the care in every stroke of his fingers. His gaze followed the lines of ink, and after a few minutes of comfortable silence, he broke it with a question.

"Have I told you I like these?" he asked, his voice soft and thoughtful as he continued to drag his finger along one of your tattoos.

"That's good, because I can't seem to get them off," you replied, your tone light and playful. You smirked, glancing at him with a teasing glint in your eye.  Jude chuckled at that, the sound vibrating through his chest as his eyes flicked up to meet yours. You studied his face for a moment before curiosity got the better of you. 

"Would you ever get one? A tattoo, I mean." You asked. He paused, considering the question, his brow furrowing slightly as he thought. 

"Maybe," he said after a moment. "I like the idea of having something with me all the time." He told you. You giggled at that, the sound soft and bubbling from your lips as you trailed your hand over his chest, your fingers skimming lightly over his skin. 

"You could just get my name right here," you teased, tapping the spot over his heart. "That way you can keep me with you all the time." Jude rolled his eyes, but there was a small, thoughtful smile playing at the corners of his lips. He didn’t say anything, but you could see the wheels turning in his head, the way his eyes lingered on you a bit longer, like the idea had lodged itself somewhere in his mind. You didn’t push it, instead, you let the conversation fall into a peaceful silence, the two of you wrapped up in the warmth of each other’s presence. After a while, Jude leaned down, his lips pressing gently against your skin, leaving soft kisses in his wake. His touch was tender, almost reverent, and it made your heart swell. You closed your eyes, letting the sensation wash over you, but then he spoke again, his words catching your attention.

"Actually," he murmured against your skin, "I would get one. Now that I’ve thought about it." You opened your eyes, looking at him curiously. 

"Oh? What would you get?" You asked. Jude smiled, kissing you again, his lips brushing the soft curve of your shoulder.

"Baby, you're the only person I want with me 24 hours a day," he whispered, his voice full of sincerity that made your heart flutter in your chest. You smiled at that, your cheeks flushing slightly as you ran your fingers through his hair, your heart swelling with affection. He kissed you once more, lingering for a moment before pulling back, his expression soft but serious. "Maybe a little angel," he mused, more to himself than to you. His lips curved into a smile as if the idea was taking root in his mind. "Yeah, I think I'd like that a lot." He told you. You grinned at him, warmth spreading through you as the thought of him carrying something so personal to you with him wherever he went made your heart swell. 

"A little angel," you repeated, your voice full of affection. "I think I’d like that too." Jude kissed you again, slow and tender, his lips capturing yours in a way that felt like a promise—a promise that no matter where life took you both, you'd always have each other. Suddenly, it occured to you that you two had made a plan for tomorrow and hadn’t told your family any of it. It was late but you knew they’d be awake.

"I'm gonna call my mum," you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of nerves and excitement. The night was beautiful, and the warmth of his arms wrapped around you made everything feel perfect. You glanced at him, feeling a sudden burst of excitement.

"Right now?" Jude raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. You were currently naked in bed but she wouldn’t know that. You nodded, already reaching for your phone. 

"I just want to tell her we are going to come to the vineyard. She won’t say anything but she’d kill me if I showed up with you and she didn’t have a meal prepared.” You smiled.

“Alright, call her. I’m curious to hear her reaction.” Jude chuckled, his grip around your waist tightening. The phone rang a few times before your mum’s warm voice came through the line. 

“Ma petite fille! [ my little girl] What a surprise to hear from you so late, chérie! Where are you?” Your mum cooed over the phone. You smiled, glancing at Jude. 

“Paris, maman. I just actually wanted to ask you something.” You slowly dragged out the question, getting a bit nervous to actually tell her you were bringing a boy home.

“Tu es à la maison? [You’re at home?] Ah okay. D'accord chéri [Okay, dear] What is it?” She said, her voice immediately taking on that tone of curiosity that only a mother could have.

“So… Was going to come to the vineyard tomorrow. Is that okay? I mean, Jude, my Jude…I want him to meet you all. Papa est là? [Is dad there?] Is that alright?” You stumbled feeling a bit nervous suddenly.  There was a pause on the other end of the line, followed by a soft squeal of excitement.

“Oh mon Dieu, of course! Of course, bring him! I’ve been dying to meet this Jude you’ve been going on about. I want to meet this beautiful boy. Your dad will be thrilled! Louis est là aussi.”  [Louis is here too].  She told you. You laughed, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. 

“Merci maman. I knew you’d say yes. I can’t wait for you to meet him.” You smiled looking up at Jude. As you were about to say goodbye, you heard your dad’s voice booming in the background. 

“Est-ce que c'est mon beau bébé?” [Is that my beautiful baby?]  Your dad yelled to your mum. You couldn’t help but grin as your dad’s voice got louder. “Tell mon chère to drive my car out to the chateau. S'il te plaît!” He cooed. You shook your head, rolling your eyes affectionately. 

“Papa really needs me to drive his car out?" You asked your mum while you sympathetically smiled at Jude. Jude, who had been quietly listening, smirked at that, clearly amused. You mouthed  ‘don’t ask’ to him, stifling a laugh.

“Parfaite! Parfaite! I’ll tell papa you agreed then,” your mum said before her tone turned warm again. “We’re so excited to meet him, darling. Jude sounds wonderful.” She cooed. 

“He really is,” you said, glancing at him, your heart swelling. “Merci, Maman. à bientôt!” [see you soon] You cooed as you hung up, Jude looked at you with a teasing glint in his eye. 

“So… your dad’s car, huh?” Jude smirked.  You groaned, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“He doesn’t need it. I don’t know. He has other cars but this car… It’s a thing.” You smiled back at him. “He probably wants it to actually use, but I don’t know, maybe he’s doing it to like set the tone with you.” You sighed.  Jude laughed, pulling you closer.  Your dad was protective of you and the car he wanted you to drive out, it definitely had the effect on people, boys in particular, to feel a bit daunted by it.

“Alright. I can’t wait to see it. And your family.” Jude cooed. 

“They’re going to love you,” you said, feeling your heart skip a beat at the thought of tomorrow. Your mum’s excitement, your dad’s request—it all felt so surreal, but it also felt right. You could feel the gravity of the moment sinking in. Tomorrow, Jude would meet your family, and somehow, it felt like the start of something even more significant. As the city of Paris sparkled outside, and the night stretched on, the two of you remained there, lost in each other, the promise of love and room service keeping you blissfully wrapped up in the moment.

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Next part - Chapter 15 - Le Château xx

[ur-local-anti-hero]

Sparks fly

Sirius Black x Pureblood slytherin!Reader

Summary: Dating a Black was not the problem, the problem was that is Sirius, a known bloodtraitor.

Genre: Hurt/comfort and secret relationship

CW: talks about familiar problems, blood status and arranged marriages

Word count: 1.2K

This is part of my Speak Now (Marauders’ version) collection 

“I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild. Just keep on keeping your eyes on me, it's just wrong enough to make it feel right”

Sunny days were not common in Hogwarts, the usually humid weather of the Scottish highland made it hard for students to enjoy the large grounds surrounding the school. 

Nonetheless, whenever the clouds weren’t pouring rain or blocking the sun you have been finding yourself in the same place for the last year.  

You were sitting by the black lake, in a remote spot seldom crowded by students. It was at times like this that you felt genuinely happy, the sun illuminating the lake and the weather hot enough for you to discard your coat. Though you could argue the cozy spring weather was not the main source for your happiness, but the man whose head was resting on your lap, your fingers running through his beautiful dark hair. 

You never meant to fall for him, really. He was hotheaded, a pain in the ass, arrogant, a womanizer and everything your parents would hate for you -which was anything but a respected pureblood heir-. Falling for a Black was not the problem, the Black family was a well bred pureblood family, all of them except your boyfriend. Falling for a Black was not the problem, falling for Sirius was. 

You both were aware of the implications of the relationship so you did what was the most logical thing, kept it a secret to everyone. At first the secrecy wasn’t that bad, it was even thrilling at points, sneaking out and stolen glances had been fun for a while. Until it wasn’t enough, you wanted to be able to hold his hand in public, or display a little bit more of PDA than appropriate when girls were shamelessly hitting on him. 

But if your friends were to find out about your relationship with Sirius it wouldn’t end well, they’d be against it, probably stop talking to you and tell your parents, which would end with you getting disowned or betrothed to one of your cousins to keep the family name clean. And if his friends found out he’d probably be mocked relentlessly for dating what he swore to hate, and maybe his friends would be sceptical of you, or just disapprove entirely of you. 

“A penny for your thoughts?” Sirius's voice broke your train of thought and your eyes fell on him. 

He looked beautiful, his head resting in your lap and your hands on his hair. His gorgeous grey eyes were filled with concern when he looked at you. 

"Sometimes I wonder if this is all worth it, you know, the hiding. Don't you get tired of it?" You asked him, your tone making your boyfriend realize just how serious you were. 

Sirius sat upright to be able to look you in the eyes, his thigh touching yours and his hand on top of yours, stroking it lovingly. 

“You know I love you right? It doesn’t matter what others think of this, of us.” He said, his free hand gesturing between you two. “I will love you regardless.” 

“I know, I love you too, so much.”  you whispered while resting your head on his shoulder, Sirius placed a kiss on your temple. And just like that every single worry you had dissipated. 

Oblivious for both of you, another group of students had decided to explore the less visited parts of the school grounds, therefore being aware of the whole exchange. 

───✥───

 “You are joking right?” James asked, dumbfounded at the news that had just left Remus’ mouth. 

“I couldn’t believe it either, apparently Barty and Snape saw them together on the school grounds.” came Remus’ reply. 

James and Peter were hanging out in the common room when Remus delivered them the new hearsay that was going on around Hogwarts. As if on cue Sirius appeared in their peripheral vision, skipping down the stairs with a happy whistle and making his way towards them. 

When he saw their shocked faces looking up at him he stopped dead in his tracks. “What?” he inquired. 

James started on an incomprensible ramble along the words of ‘how, when, why…’ just to be interrupted by Peter. “Are you really dating Y/N? like, the pureblood slytherin Y/N?” 

“How do you…?” Sirius' mind was racing, unable to process a single thought, how did they know? Who else knew? Where were you? 

“I ran into Lily and Marlene, and they told me that Barty and Snape had seen you two on a date. Everybody knows, rumors fly at hogwarts” Remus explained. 

Sirius' worry grew, if everybody knew, that meant your house knew. And if they did it was only a matter of time until your parents got the news. The interrogation that he was going to suffer at the hands of his friends was nothing compared to the reactions you’d get from everyone in Slytherin. 

“I need to find her, I’m sorry. I’ll explain everything later, I promise.” Sirius ran from the room, leaving behind three very confused marauders and James shouting “So it’s true?!” 

───✥───

He found you outside. The former gentle weather was now replaced with heavy rain. 

You were sitting in the same spot of your dates. Sirius heard your sobs before he saw you. 

You were drenched by the rain, your hair sticking to your face, your eyes red and swollen from crying. 

“Y/N” he spoke softly when he reached your side, his arms pulling you into a hug. “It’s okay, baby.” That made you cry harder and your arms to tighten around him. 

“They know Sirius, I can’t go back to the common room, they are going to have my head.” You said in between sobs. As soon as the news had reached the slytherin common room so had the threats, namecalling and hexes. “I’m sure Evan has already sent an owl to my parents, I’m going to get disowned, Siri. I don’t have anywhere to go.” 

Sirius could feel your pain through your words, when shit had hit the fan at his home he had the Marauders to have his back. You didn’t have anyone except for him. 

“You can sleep in my dorm tonight, don’t go back to yours.” he said while soothing your back.

“Do your friends know?” he nodded. “They hate me, I can’t go to your dorm.” you said, trying to hide your face in his chest. 

“Hey, none of that. They don’t hate you, they’ll be surprised, maybe a little bit apprehensive about the whole thing, but they’ll give you a chance, and they are going to love you.” Sirius' voice was assertive, he was trying to reduce your self deprecating thoughts at a minimum. 

“What about my parents?” you said, more calmed now, sobs turned into hiccups. 

“We are going to figure it out, you and I, together. We’ll find a way.” Sirius' hand came in touch with your face as he tried to dry your tears.

“Okay, yeah you are right. I love you Sirius.” 

“I love you too, forever.” 

Sirius leaned in for a kiss, soft and filled with love. You wondered then how wrong this was when it just felt so right.

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Could you write a Leighton Murray x fem!reader, preferably in season two where Leighton is out of the closet and she meets R who she falls for but R is in the closet? would love to see how Leighton deals with previously being SO closeted and now dating a closeted girl. thanks! xoxo

𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 ──── 𝘓𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘔𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Synopsis: Leighton meets a girl in her math class, and gets into more than she was expecting.

Content: Leighton Murray x Fem!Reader, really uncomfortable man interaction, fluff, closeted!reader, some angst, jealous!leighton.

Word Count: 1.8k

a/n: REMASTERED BABY, decided to fix it up because I realized (with the help of @lovequinnins comment which i cant find anymore), that I should try a different approach with it. Really like how it turned out, let me know(:

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Leighton Murray found herself in the new top-level math class at Essex College. Little did she know, this class would not only challenge her love of equations but also introduce her to someone who would change her for the better.

Y/N, a reserved and quiet girl, sat quietly in the back row, focusing on the formulas written on the whiteboard. As the days passed, Leighton noticed the mysterious girl with an air of intrigue. Leighton, never one to shy away from new connections, decided to make her move.

One day after class, Leighton approached Y/N with a warm smile. "Hey there, Y/N, isn't it? Mind if I borrow your notes? I think I was a bit distracted today."

Y/N looked up, surprised by the friendly approach. "Oh, sure. Here you go," she replied, handing over her notebook.

As Leighton flipped through the pages, she couldn't help but notice the meticulous organization of Y/N's notes. "Wow, you're really thorough. I wish I had your dedication."

Y/N blushed slightly at the compliment. "Thanks, I just like to stay organized."

Leighton chuckled, "I'm Leighton, by the way. Leighton Murray."

"Pretty name, Leighton," she replied, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

Leighton continued to engage in friendly conversations with Y/N after classes, discovering common interests and shared passions. As the weeks passed, their connection deepened, and Leighton found herself captivated by Y/N's intelligence, kindness, and, unknowingly to her, the subtle signs of a shared attraction.

One evening, after a particularly challenging math assignment, Leighton invited Y/N to grab a coffee with her. They found a cozy spot in a nearby cafe, Sips. The atmosphere was filled with the warmth of brewing espresso and soft conversation.

As they sipped their drinks, Leighton leaned in, breaking the barrier of friendship. "You know, Y/N, I feel like we've become really good friends. But there's something I've been meaning to ask you."

Y/N looked at her curiously, her heart pounding.

Leighton smiled warmly, "Are you seeing anyone? Because I can't help but feel this connection between us, and I don't want to assume anything, but..."

Y/N looked around quickly, her eyes narrowing at Leighton. "What?" she spoke quickly, noticing a few eyes on her. She chuckles awkwardly, leaning back from Leighton.

Y/N's eyes widened, and she hesitated for a moment. The fear of exposing her true self and the potential consequences rushed through her mind. In a moment of panic, she stammered, "I am not gay, Leighton. I'm gonna go" She spoke with a forced laugh, standing up quickly and packing up her stuff, heading out of the cafe without glancing behind her.

Leighton looked around embarrassed, wanting to chase after Y/N but not wanting to seem desperate. 

Leighton sat there with a frown on her face, Kimberly walked over and sat down after seeing the interaction. "Are you okay?" She asked softly, her eyebrows furrowed at seeing Leighton upset.

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The thumping bass of the music echoed through the crowded frat party, creating an energetic atmosphere. Leighton, enjoying the night with friends, spotted Y/N across the room. Excitement flickered in her eyes as she made her way through the sea of people, eager to talk about what happened with Y/N.

However, as Leighton approached, she couldn't help but notice Y/N actively avoiding her. Confusion clouded Leighton's expression as she tried to understand why Y/N seemed to be purposefully keeping her distance. Determined to address the situation, Leighton maneuvered through the crowd, attempting to catch up with Y/N.

"Hey, Y/N! Wait up!" Leighton called out, her voice barely audible over the music.

Y/N turned, a brief flash of panic in her eyes, before she quickly changed direction, disappearing into the throng of dancing bodies. Perplexed, Leighton picked up her pace, determined to get to the bottom of the sudden avoidance.

Several attempts later, Leighton managed to corner Y/N in a quieter corner of the frat house. "Y/N, what's going on? Did I do something?"

Y/N, visibly flustered, avoided eye contact. "No, Leighton, it's not you. I just... I need some space, okay? I'll catch up with you later."

Leighton left her alone after that, finding herself soon surrounded by her roommates, – Whitney, Kimberly, and Bela. As they navigated the lively atmosphere, Leighton noticed Y/N at the makeshift bar, downing a few shots.

Curiosity flickered in Leighton's eyes as she observed Y/N from a distance. However, her intrigue turned to hurt when a guy approached Y/N, his intentions written all over his face. Leighton exchanged glances with her friends, and they collectively decided to keep an eye on the situation.

Leighton's brow furrowed as she watched the guy engage Y/N in conversation, leaning in with a flirty smile. The atmosphere around them became tense as the guy tried to make his move. Leighton couldn't help but feel a knot forming in her stomach.

The guy's attempts escalated, and, to Leighton's dismay, Y/N seemed to be going along with it, albeit reluctantly. The situation took an unexpected turn when the guy leaned in and kissed Y/N. Leighton's heart sank as she saw Y/N reciprocate, a look of happiness evident on her face.

Y/N abruptly pulled back, a brief expression of disgust crossing her features before she masked it with a forced smile. Leighton exchanged glances with her friends, the concern etched on their faces mirroring her own.

Y/N, feeling weird about the situation and needing an escape from the persistent guy at the party, decided to create an excuse. She gently extricated herself from his hold and said, "Hey, I actually need to head home. It's getting late."

The guy, with a cocky grin, tightened his grip on her, clearly not taking no for an answer. "Come on, don't be like that. The night's still young."

Y/N, feeling increasingly annoyed, insisted, "No, really. I have to go." She attempted to pull away, but the guy complained, trying to persuade her to stay.

"We'll catch up later, okay?"

The guy, displeased with the situation, reluctantly released Y/N. However, before she could fully distance herself from him, he pulled her back in for another kiss. Y/N, feeling pressured, went along with it briefly. As they kissed, the guy's actions became more intrusive, as he groped Y/N's ass.

Y/N pulled back with a short smile, holding her arms around his neck. "I really gotta go now, I'll see you later." She smiles at him, silently celebrating when he lets her go. 

She heads out of the party quickly, walking home a little too sober for her liking. Leighton wants to follow her but decides to give her space for a bit.

Later that evening, Leighton found herself standing outside Y/N's dorm room, contemplating whether to knock or not. After taking a deep breath, she gently tapped on the door. Y/N opened it, surprised to see Leighton standing there.

"Hey," Leighton began, a hint of concern in her eyes. "I hope I'm not intruding, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something might be wrong. Can we talk?"

Y/N hesitated but eventually nodded, inviting Leighton into her room. The air in the room was tense, and Y/N couldn't bring herself to make eye contact.

Leighton sat down, choosing her words carefully. "I noticed something changed after I asked you out earlier. I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that, I guess I just read the vibes wrong. I genuinely care about you, Y/N, I'm sorry."

Y/N took a deep breath, mustering the courage to speak her truth. "It isn't that, Leighton. My family is pretty uptight. I've been struggling with the fear of coming out to them, and it's making me hesitant about being open about me, even liking you. Especially around my cousin who came here with me" Y/N expresses quickly, getting worked up over the conversation.

Leighton hums quietly, "I understand, Y/N. Coming out can be really challenging, especially when you're uncertain about how your family will react. And with your cousin around, it adds an extra layer of shit I don't even know how to get into. I never wanted it to change my life, but Y/N it has never felt better. I'm still me, I never changed, I just get to freely love who I wanna love and not worry about it. It's gotta be hard with family around, but I wanna support you however I can. Some people suck, but those people don't matter, they come and go, your friends, me, I stay."

Y/N places her hands on her thighs, squeezing them for comfort.

"It's just that my cousin is pretty.. intense, and the thought of her finding out about us, me, it terrifies me. I'm scared of any public affection or behavior that might give it away. I feel like I'm hiding all the time and it's suffocating."

Leighton places one of her hands on top of one of Y/N's, smiling sadly at her.

"I'm so sorry you have to deal with this shit, Y/N. It must be really fucking tough for you. Just know that I'm here for you, we can figure this out together, if that's what you want?"

Y/N looked up, meeting Leighton's gaze, and for the first time, she felt a tinge of hope and acceptance. In that shared moment, the unspoken understanding between them deepened, setting the foundation for a connection that went beyond the surface and resonated with the complexities of being true to oneself.

In a sudden surge of courage, Y/N leaned in and pressed a quick, soft kiss on Leighton's lips.

Leighton blinked in surprise as Y/N quickly backed up, her eyes widening, panic flashing in Y/N's eyes. "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that without asking. I am so sorry"

Leighton caught off guard but pleasantly surprised, couldn't help but smile. "Hey, it's okay. No need to apologize. I'm more than okay with it."

Y/N's eyes flickered up to Leightons, seeking reassurance. "Really?"

Leighton nodded, her smile growing wider. "Absolutely. If it feels right for you, then that's all that matters. I want this, Y/N."

Encouraged by Leighton's positive response, Y/N smiles shyly at her. "So, is it okay if we... you know, try that again?"

Leighton chuckled, "Definitely," and Y/N leaned in once more. This time, the kiss lingered, a sweet and tender connection forming between them. 

Leighton's smile grew during the kiss, leaning back to give her a quick kiss again. Y/N looked at Leighton with a newfound confidence in her eyes. "Thank you for being so understanding and supportive. I appreciate it more than you know."

Leighton reached out, squeezing Y/N's hand. "We're in this together, Y/N. No need to rush anything. Whenever you're ready, I'll be right here."

[mika-mp3]

The treasure is all mine

-chapter four-

(Prologue, chapter one, chapter two, chapter three)

Genshin Impact x Creator!Reader

warnings: possible spelling errors, no y/n used, takes place after the sumeru archon quest

summary: after resting, your new friends tell you their plan to visit the dendro archon. You were very excited but had no idea what trouble little actions of yours can bring.

characters: Tighnari, Collei, Nilou, Wanderer (Hat Guy), Nahida, some guard npc's

word count: 3408

wattpad story here

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Tighnari's words from the previous night echoed in your mind. The journey to uncover your true identity was just beginning, and with the support of your new friends, they felt ready to face whatever lay ahead. The path forward was uncertain, but it was also filled with hope and the promise of discovery.

You awoke to the delicious aroma of fresh fruit and baked bread wafting through the air. The scent of ripe berries, citrus, and something sweet filled your senses, inviting you to rise from the warmth of your blankets. As you blinked away the remnants of sleep, you noticed the soft morning light streaming through the window, casting gentle shadows on the wooden floor. Slowly, you sat up and stretched, feeling the comforting ache of a good night's sleep. The previous day's journey and the warmth of Tighnari and Collei's hospitality had done wonders for your weary body. You glanced around, taking in the cozy, rustic interior of Tighnari's home, the shelves lined with various plants, books, and trinkets.

As you made your way outside, you found Tighnari and Collei already seated at a small wooden table laden with a simple but inviting breakfast spread. There were freshly baked bread, colorful fruits, and a pot of fragrant tea. The morning sun bathed the village in a golden light, highlighting the intricate architecture and lush greenery.

"Good morning!" Collei greeted with a bright smile as you joined them. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, very well, thank you," you replied, taking a seat and feeling the warmth of their kindness envelop you once more.

"Help yourself," Tighnari said, gesturing to the food. "We have a lot to discuss today."

You nodded, grateful for the sustenance and the company. As you ate, Tighnari began to explain their plan. "After discussing things last night, we decided it would be best to take you to the Dendro Archon," Tighnari said between bites. "She possesses great wisdom and knowledge, and if anyone can help you uncover your past and identity, it's her."

"The Dendro Archon?" you echoed, feeling a mixture of awe and anticipation.

"Yes," Collei confirmed. "But we need to gather a few supplies for the journey. It will take some time, so you have a chance to explore the village while we prepare."

You nodded, understanding the importance of the plan. "Thank you, both of you. I really appreciate everything you're doing for me."

"It's our pleasure," Tighnari said with a reassuring smile. "Feel free to look around and get to know the place. Gandharva Village is a special community, and I'm sure you'll find it quite interesting."

After finishing breakfast, you stepped outside into the vibrant village. The morning sun bathed Gandharva Village in a golden light, highlighting the intricate architecture and lush greenery. The village, often referred to as "The City Above the Forest," was a marvel of design, with houses built into the trees and connected by winding bridges and pathways. As you wandered through the village, you noticed that many of the villagers were glancing at you curiously. Their expressions were a mix of friendliness and intrigue, as if they were trying to understand who you were and what had brought you to their home.

After a few minutes of strolling through the village, you came across a group of children playing near a large tree. They were laughing and chasing each other, their joy infectious. When they spotted you, they paused and approached with wide eyes and eager smiles.

"Hi! Are you new here?" one of the children asked, their curiosity shining brightly.

"Yes, I am," you replied with a smile. "What are you all up to?"

"We're just playing," another child said, their eyes sparkling. "Do you want to join us?"

Feeling a surge of warmth and happiness, you nodded. "Sure, I'd love to. How about I teach you something I learned from some very special friends of mine?"

The children gathered around, their excitement palpable. You sat down on the grass and began to show them how to make flower crowns, just as the Aranara had taught you. The children watched with fascination, their small hands eager to mimic your movements.

"First, you need to find some pretty flowers and sturdy stems," you explained, demonstrating as you spoke. The children scattered, collecting flowers and stems from the surrounding area, their laughter filling the air.

Once they returned, you guided them through the process, weaving the flowers together to create beautiful crowns. The children were quick learners, and soon they were proudly wearing their creations, their faces beaming with pride and joy.

"This is so fun!" one of the children exclaimed, adjusting their flower crown.

"Thank you for teaching us," another added, their eyes shining with gratitude.

"You're very welcome," you replied, feeling a deep sense of fulfillment. "It's something my friends taught me, and I'm happy to share it with you."

As the children continued to play and create, you felt a sense of peace and belonging. Despite the uncertainties that still lay ahead, moments like these reminded you of the simple joys and connections that made life meaningful. Soon after, Tighnari and Collei called you back to start the travel. Feeling both excited and a bit scared you start the new chapter

The journey through the vibrant and verdant Sumeru rainforest felt surprisingly effortless with Tighnari and Collei by your side. The forest seemed to welcome your presence, the paths almost guiding your steps as the dense foliage parted to make way. Tighnari, with his vast knowledge of flora and fauna, pointed out various plants and creatures, sharing fascinating tidbits about each one. Collei, though initially quiet, soon opened up, her laughter and stories adding warmth to the journey. The camaraderie between the three of you created a comforting rhythm, each step taken with a shared purpose and growing bond.

Before long, the towering silhouette of the Academia came into view, its majestic spires rising above the treetops. The awe-inspiring structure, built upon a colossal tree, seemed to defy gravity with its intricate architecture and grand design. The sight filled you with a mix of anticipation and wonder. With Tighnari and Collei's support, the path to discovering your past felt clearer and more achievable. The closer you got to the Academia, the stronger the feeling of hope and purpose grew, propelling you forward towards the answers you sought.

The bustling capital of Sumeru came into view, its port teeming with activity. Ships unloaded their cargo as merchants and travelers from all over Teyvat mingled, creating a lively and colorful scene. Market stalls lined the streets, offering everything from exotic spices to intricate jewelry. The aroma of freshly baked bread and ripe fruits filled the air, mingling with the sounds of lively bargaining and cheerful chatter. The buildings were adorned with intricate carvings and lush greenery, their architecture blending seamlessly with the natural beauty of the rainforest.

As you walked through the city with Tighnari and Collei, you couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and excitement. The sheer vibrancy of the capital was overwhelming. "Can we look around first before meeting the Archon?" you asked, your eyes wide with curiosity. Tighnari nodded, understanding your eagerness to explore. "Of course," he said. "There's much to see here. We'll head towards the Grand Bazaar first. It's a place filled with wonder and culture."

As you made your way through the bustling streets, the crowd seemed to part for Tighnari and Collei, their presence as respected Forest Rangers earning them nods and smiles from the townsfolk. The Grand Bazaar was a vibrant hub of commerce and culture nestled under the giant tree that supported the Academia. Colorful banners fluttered in the breeze, and the sounds of laughter and music filled the air.

Before you could reach the entrance to the tunnel leading to the Grand Bazaar, a captivating sight caught your eye. A red-haired girl in a flowing blue dress adorned with beautiful gold and silver accessories was dancing gracefully. Her movements were fluid and enchanting, as if she was telling a story with every step. Her hair, a cascade of crimson waves, flowed around her as she twirled, and her eyes sparkled with joy and passion. The small group of children watching her were completely captivated, their eyes wide with wonder.

Tighnari and Collei smiled, recognizing her immediately. "That's Nilou," Tighnari explained. "She dances for the Zubayr Theater, located in the Grand Bazaar. Her performances are legendary around here."

Nilou's dance was mesmerizing. She moved with an ethereal grace, each motion perfectly synchronized with the music that played softly in the background. Her dress fluttered like petals in the wind, and her bare feet seemed to barely touch the ground. It was as if she was dancing on air, her every move a testament to her skill and dedication. The children watched in awe, clapping and cheering with delight.

When Nilou noticed you watching, she beckoned you to join her. At first, you hesitated, unsure if you could match her grace. "Me?" you asked, pointing to yourself. Nilou nodded with a warm smile, her eyes inviting and encouraging.

Collei gently nudged you forward. "Go on," she said with a smile. "It's a rare opportunity to dance with someone as talented as Nilou. Besides, it looks like fun!"

Taking a deep breath, you stepped forward. Under Nilou's expert guidance, you found it surprisingly easy to follow her lead. She moved with such fluidity and grace that it felt natural to mimic her movements. Her hands guided yours, her smile reassuring you. The crowd began to grow, more and more people stopping to watch the impromptu performance. Their cheers and applause were a testament to Nilou's captivating presence and your newfound courage.

More and more people stopped to watch, and soon a small crowd had gathered, captivated by the performance. The energy was infectious, and for a moment, you forgot about everything else. You were lost in the dance, the rhythm of the music, and the joy of the moment.

The crowd, however, began to cause a bit of congestion, blocking the merchants from entering and leaving the tunnel to the bazaar. This attracted the attention of the city guards, who moved in to disperse the crowd for safety reasons. One of the guards, carrying a spear like the others, approached you with a stern expression. "Please follow me," he said. "The Lesser Lord Kusanali has requested to meet you."

The sudden request made you nervous, and Nilou's expression turned worried. She stepped closer, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Don't be afraid," she said softly. "The Lesser Lord is kind and wise. If she wants to meet you, it must be important."

Tighnari and Collei rushed to your side, having heard the guards words as well. "Don't worry," Tighnari reassured you. "It will be okay. We'll be with you every step of the way."

Collei nodded, her expression serious but kind. "We won't leave your side," she said firmly. "You're not alone in this."

With your friends by your side, you followed the guard up towards the Academia. The path spiraled upwards, each step taking you higher and higher. The grandeur of the Academia loomed closer, its magnificent structure both intimidating and awe-inspiring. The buildings were intricately designed, with ornate carvings and lush greenery adorning their surfaces. The closer you got, the more the air seemed to hum with an almost palpable energy.

Finally, you reached the grand doors of the Academia, standing tall and imposing before you. As the doors slowly opened, you couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and apprehension. The interior was just as grand as the exterior, with high ceilings, elegant archways, and an atmosphere of quiet reverence. With Tighnari and Collei at your side, you stepped forward, ready to face whatever awaited you inside.

The doors to the Academia swung open, revealing an interior that took your breath away. The first room you entered was vast and round, dominated by a magnificent water fountain in the center. The water cascaded gracefully, its gentle splashing echoing softly throughout the chamber. Around the fountain, potted plants added a touch of verdant beauty, their leaves glistening in the light. Above, a grand chandelier hung from the high ceiling, its crystals catching and reflecting the light, casting shimmering patterns on the polished floor below. Additional stand lanterns lined the room, their soft glow adding to the serene ambiance.

The room buzzed with activity as students moved about, their expressions serious and focused. The atmosphere was markedly different from the bustling port and vibrant bazaar outside; here, the weight of knowledge and scholarship was palpable. Some students paused to stare at your group, their curiosity evident, but their attention didn't deter your determined progress.

You followed the guard through the room, your footsteps echoing on the marble floor. The halls of the Academia were lined with more intricate carvings and adorned with lush greenery, a testament to the harmonious blend of nature and intellect that defined Sumeru. As you walked, you couldn't help but be struck by the sheer scale and beauty of the architecture.

Your journey led you to a grand library, a sanctuary of knowledge and learning. The vast number of books lining the shelves was truly impressive, each tome a repository of wisdom waiting to be explored. The library was illuminated by more of the elegant chandeliers, their light casting a warm, inviting glow over the numerous tables where students sat engrossed in their studies. The air was filled with the quiet rustle of pages turning and the soft murmur of scholarly discussions.

The most impressive feature of the library, however, was the stained glass ceiling. Intricate designs in shades of blue and green formed a breathtaking mosaic above, casting beautiful light patterns on the floor below. The interplay of colors created an ethereal atmosphere, making the library feel like a sacred place of learning and reflection.

In the middle of the library was a smaller, round room that piqued your curiosity. At first, you didn't understand its purpose, but as you stepped closer, a sense of familiarity washed over you. Though you had never been here before, you instinctively recognized it as an elevator. The realization was strange, like remembering something from a past life.

You stepped inside the elevator with the guard, Tighnari, and Collei. The doors closed with a gentle whoosh, and you felt the ground begin to lift beneath you. The ascent was smooth and silent, the library slowly disappearing from view through the elevator's glass walls. The higher you went, the more the grandeur of the Academia unfolded before you, each floor revealing more of its architectural marvels and scholarly treasures.

As the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened, you found yourself on a higher floor, ready to continue your journey towards the answers you sought. The anticipation in your heart was a mix of excitement and apprehension, each step bringing you closer to the enigmatic Lesser Lord Kusanali and the truth about your mysterious past.

You step out of the elevator and into a round room bathed in a soft, ethereal blue light. The centerpiece of the room is a giant floating blue sphere, rotating slowly and surrounded by intricate constructions that defy your understanding. The size of the sphere is imposing, and multiple staircases wind up to a second floor that encircles the room, adding to the grandeur.

As you take in the breathtaking sight, you finally notice two figures standing before you. One is a small girl, exuding a gentle, calming presence. The other is a boy with a more intense demeanor, his expression a mix of surprise and something deeper, like he has seen a ghost. The girl quickly regains her composure and smiles warmly at you.

"Welcome," she says with a voice as soothing as a breeze through the trees. "You can call me Nahida. And this is Wanderer"

She nods to the boy beside her, wearing a navy blue kasa hat, a black turtleneck bodysuit, a white kimono, and other intricate garments, continues to look at you with a mixture of disbelief and wariness. His attire includes fingerless metallic gloves, black hakama shorts, a thick black and indigo obi belt, knee-high white gaiters, black geta sandals, and a patterned blue half-cape adorned with gold ornaments and a gold feather. This is the Wanderer, and his piercing gaze seems to search for something beyond your appearance.

Nahida's expression turns more serious as she continues, "I called you here to discuss an incident that occurred during the dance at the bazaar. A child was hurt and couldn't get out as quickly as they should have. I don't blame you, but this situation has piqued my interest more than I initially thought."

Before you can respond, Tighnari steps forward, his demeanor respectful yet firm. "Lesser Lord Kusanali, this person has lost their memory and does not even recall their own name. They were found in the forest, and their presence seems to have a profound effect on the environment. Flowers bloom, and they even met and stayed with the Aranara for a while."

Nahida listens intently, her eyes widening slightly as she processes Tighnari's words. "Is that so?" she murmurs, more to herself than anyone else.

The Wanderer finally speaks, his voice tinged with curiosity and skepticism. "The Aranara? Are you telling me they were living with those mythical creatures?"

You nod, feeling the weight of their combined scrutiny. "Yes, I lived with the Aranara for months. They took care of me when I had nowhere else to go."

Nahida's eyes soften with understanding. "It seems there's much more to you than meets the eye. The Aranara are known to be elusive and magical beings. For them to accept you so readily is extraordinary."

The Wanderer crosses his arms, his gaze still sharp but now more thoughtful. "So, what are you, exactly?"

Tighnari interjects again, his voice calm and measured. "We believe they may be something more than human. The forest's reaction, the absence of any scent, and the unusual events surrounding them all point to a deeper mystery. We hoped you might be able to help us uncover the truth, Lesser Lord Kusanali."

Your eyes widen. You had no idea they thought you were something more then a human. However you said nothing, you didn't want to be rude to someone like Nahida and wanted to know more about their theories.

Nahida nods slowly, her mind clearly racing through possibilities. "I see. This is indeed a complex situation. There is a presence about you that is different. We must tread carefully to understand it fully."

The Wanderer, though still skeptical, seems to accept the gravity of the situation. "If anyone can uncover the truth, it's Nahida. She has the wisdom and the connection to this land that we need."

Nahida smiles again, this time with a hint of determination. "We will get to the bottom of this. But first, let's address the immediate concerns and ensure everyone is safe."

The atmosphere in the room shifts from tension to a shared sense of purpose. You feel a mixture of apprehension and hope, knowing that these knowledgeable and powerful individuals are now invested in uncovering your true identity. With their guidance, the path ahead, though uncertain, seems a little less daunting.

After a lengthy discussion, a conclusion is reached: you will remain in Sumeru, living within the bounds of the capital until more is known about your true nature. During this time, you will have unrestricted access to the grand library, a treasure trove of knowledge that will aid in uncovering your past. You will also meet with Nahida once a week. Through various tests and exposures to different environments and stimuli, they will try to learn as much as possible about you.

However, this arrangement means that you won’t be seeing your friends as often. Collei and Tighnari must return to Gandharva Ville to fulfill their duties as forest rangers and caretakers of the rainforest. They promise to visit the capital when they can, but their presence will be sporadic. The Wanderer continues to watch you with suspicion, his eyes never leaving you, as if expecting something to reveal itself at any moment. Nahida, on the other hand, seems to already be forming theories, her mind working quickly behind her gentle eyes.

As you stand there, surrounded by these remarkable individuals, you feel a mixture of hope and sadness. The path to discovering your identity may be long and challenging, but you are not alone. With the support of Nahida and the resources of the Akademiya, you take your first steps toward uncovering the mystery of who you truly are.

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Thank you so much for reading! Fell free to give me feedback and ideas how to continue this!

P.S. Sorry for not posting in a while! I got really sick and wasn't able to do much.

Mika

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[snowykuromi]

★☆supernatural☆★

xavier x fem!reader

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ "need your hands all up on my body like the moon needs the stars" ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

genre: fluffy smut

cw: 18+ (minors dni), soft dom!Xavier, first time, established relationship, virginity loss, protected sex

You grab your purse to meet Xavier at the door for the star gazing picnic tonight. There's a spot in Linkon called Stellar Haven he'd been elated to take you to ever since he'd heard about it- a beautifully cared for garden with glass tables and cozy chairs where friends, family and (mainly) couples would visit to sit, eat and enjoy the view. They even had a section with pretty stairs that led to a terrace with telescopes. Of course you're very much happy to accompany him, finding your boyfriend's fascination with stars endearing. Something about the way the illumination of the night sky captures his ethereal beauty.

The two of you exchange smiles with each other, greeting Xavier at the door with pure love in your eyes. He always looks just like a prince. "Hi, sweet thing," you say, closing the door behind you. A rosy blush spreads across his pale face and ears at your words. "Y/N...I missed you so much it made my heart ache," he says, pulling you into a gentle embrace with one arm, holding your hand to his heart with the other. And you missed him too. Xavier had been away from his apartment off on one of his long missions again. Which was why you were over the moon when he texted you he was coming back and wanted to spend quality time with you.

You look up at him and his eyes are glossy with emotions. People may say that Xavier has an unwavering poker face but his eyes speak deeper passion than any person's smile you'd ever seen. You're grateful for his trust as he shows you his most vulnerable sides. You hug him closer, rubbing his back to comfort him while his chin rests gently on your head.

"I missed you too, baby. All I ask is that you don't keep scaring me like that. I'm just happy to be with you again."

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You and Xavier get to Stellar Haven, handing in your tickets before being seated under the night sky, drinking green tea paired with strawberry shortcake. Xavier pays for you both since he invited you out to make up for being away for so long. The sweet and tart taste of the strawberry filling compliments the fluffy cake and the light, not too sweet whipped topping. The strawberries on top of the slices add a refreshing, fruity bite with the dessert's sweetness, the warm green tea washing it down perfectly.

Having easy access to cuddle since you're seated right next to each other, Xavier wraps his arm you and plants a kiss on your cheek. You lean on him, the two of you watching the stars together. You rest your hand on his shoulder and watch his face as he looks up at the sky, relishing in the glossy shine in his blue eyes as he takes in the view above. Everything about him is mesmerizing. The content smile on his soft pink lips. His rosy cheeks. His pale skin. His silver blond bangs framing his features. His long silver lashes. Him. It was hard to watch the stars with Xavier because you found yourself admiring him much more. "Aren't we here to stargaze, honey?" Xavier turns to smirk playfully at you, causing you to snap out of it with a pink tint crossing your face. Oop, I been caught, you think. Oh well.

"You're just...so beautiful Xavier," you say, sweeping the side of his bangs with your fingers. Butterflies dance around in his stomach as he kisses your hand. "Is that so, my love?" You nod and continue to express your inner feelings, "You're so passionate about the world around you, about the little things and the big things. His breath hitches at your words, his eyes starry with the depths of his emotions. You don't know if it's the atmosphere, the fact that you missed him or both making you so forward tonight but you keep talking, "Your intelligence, your gentle voice, your kind heart and everything about you makes me happy. No one else compares to you."

The look on his face changes to something you can't quite read but you think it seems he almost looks like he's slightly teary eyed. "You really mean all that, Y/N?" You nod, caressing his face. "Of course. But even aside from your looks, you have the strongest heart I've ever known," you assure him. At this point, Xavier is so touched by your words that he can't help but to kiss you. "I can't describe to you how much your words mean to me," he says, nuzzling your forehead. You two smile happily and lean on each other as you watch the stars. This truly feels like heaven on earth. There may be other people here but it feels like it's only you two.

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After your date, you head back to the apartments. You're glad you could make Xavier feel as loved as he made you feel. You'd been together for a few months now but even long before you started dated, you two felt closer than just friends and spent so much time together. Even before you said it to each other, before you even started officially dating, you deep down always knew it was love (especially Xavier if you know his lore *cough*).

You walk upstairs to his apartment, wanting an excuse to be with him before you go back to your own apartment down stairs. "Do you really have to go...?" Xavier asks, flashing you his signature puppy eyes. "We're neighbors, dummy. I can see you whenever," you chuckle and poke his nose. "But I won't lie...I don't want to leave after not seeing you for awhile," you admit, genuinely not wanting the night to end here.

Xavier tilts his head to the side. "Why don't you spend the night with me?" he suggests. You weren't awkward at the thought since it wasn't the first time you had slept over his house. Though now that you're together, naughty things do cross your mind every now and then when you come over. "Sure, my sweet. Just let me go downstairs and grab things for overnight," you say, ignoring your thoughts. "Alright, honey. I'll be waiting," he tells you, smiling and giving you a hug before you head back to your place to pack your bag.

You don't know if it was because you're ovulating but your mind is wandering as you pack your things- a toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, hair product, soap, towel and clothes for the next morning. You've never had sex with him before. In fact, you've never done it with anyone. Were you ready for something like that? You're not sure but you know you two have had sensual moments before. Like the time in the hot springs together, the bunny butler photoshoot, the time you'd bandaged his wounds with his shirt off- just to name a few. Ironically, you two have kissed but you hadn't had a makeout session yet. You shake your thoughts away, freshening up and changing into your night clothes before heading back to Xavier's place.

"You look so cute in your pajamas, love," he says before letting you in, planting a kiss on your forehead after closing the door. You take in the sight before you. He looks so hot in his loose white shirt and gray sweatpants, you think to yourself. You give your boyfriend a hug before smiling up at him, "You smell clean. Did you take a quick shower, handsome?" Xavier hugs you back with his face nuzzled in your hair, muttering out an "Mhm."

You pull away and hold both his hands. "We should try making that strawberry cake together sometime. Erm...as long as you let me work the oven," you suggest, laughing. He nods eagerly, his eyes lighting up at the idea. "That was probably the most delectable cake I'd ever had. We definitely should go to that place again," he says in agreement. While still talking about your date, you two head over to the couch and Xavier grabs the Nintendo Switch, connecting it to the television. "Y/N, do you want to play Yoshi's Crafted World? We can finish the level we left off at." You agree excitedly at the suggestion.

After putting the game in, Xavier grabs the controls and sits down next to you, handing you one. He leans over to kiss you and you playfully doge him, giggling. "Awww Y/N...I wanted a kiss," he softly whines. "Well I have an idea," you say with a mischievous smirk. "If you can finally pass this level with me, I'll reward you with a kiss." He perks up at your statement, "Oh? Then I'll hold you to that.

I can't wait for you to indulge me."

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After absolutely smashing the level together with your team work, your pink Yoshi and Xavier's blue Yoshi do a celebratory dance on the screen. "We did it, Y/N," Xavier beams, side hugging you. "They always look so cute dancing on the screen!" you squeal in excitement. "Indeed they do..." Xavier turns off the television and sets the controller down before scooting closer to you on the couch, taking your controller out of your hands and setting it aside too. "You're a lot cuter than Yoshi, you know," he flirts with a slight smirk on his face. It appears as if he's expecting his reward right about now.

You chuckle, being able to read his subtle expression just from the sly look in his eyes, leaning in to give him a peck on the lips. He flashes you a playful look of disappointment. "Wow. We've been trying to pass this level for quite a bit. Is that all I get?" You giggle and he pulls you in closer by the chin, planting a tender kiss on your lips that lasts longer than your taunting peck. "You seem to like teasing me, Y/N," he whispers.

His words send a chill down your spine, igniting something in you. Feeling bold, you sit on his lap causing his breath to hitch in surprise as his eyes widen. His hands hover over your waist then slowly hold onto you. Caressing the sides of his face, you pulls him into a passionate kiss. A few minutes of this and thing start getting heated. He lowers his hands to your butt, hands gently caressing it and you don't mind at all.

Then a thought pops into your head. You remember when tickling or poking Xavier, he'd mentioned his neck being sensitive a few times in the past. You smirk against his lips then make your way down to his chin, his jawline and finally his neck. He gasps, exciting you and you decide to kick it up a notch, biting and sucking on his neck. The sounds he let's out are like the sweetest melodies to you. You wish you could record them and listen to them like music. "So sensitive here...good boy," you whisper in his ear, receiving another gasp from him in response. "Are you enjoying your reward, sir?"

He chuckles softly against your skin, "Calling me 'good boy' and 'sir' at the same time? Someone's indecisive." You laugh as the corners of your eyes crinkle and poke his nose. "You're seriously mocking me at a time like this?" Xavier shakes his head. "I'm not mocking," he says, smirking at you. "It just seems someone is confused about where they stand in this predicament," he adds, leaving a kiss on the crook of your neck. He brings his lips on yours, kissing you softly yet breathlessly. You can see the glint of yearning in his eyes as he pulls away and slowly runs his hands up and down your back, yours caressing both sides of his face.

When your lips meet again, you gasp into the kiss as Xavier's tongue requests entry into your mouth. He's never kissed you like this before. You tense up, causing him to look at you with concern. "What's wrong?" he asks, feeling guilty. "Am I going too far?" Even though you bring out the frisky side in him, the last thing he wants to do is too make you uncomfortable or overwhelm you. You shake your head sheepishly. "No, I'm...just surprised but...I do wanna keep going." He smiles up at you, pinching your cheek. "Okay, honey. Just let me know if it gets too much for you." This man is always so considerate and gentle...it makes you wanna see how not-so-gentle you can get with him

With that, he closes his eyes to kiss your nose before bringing your lips back to his and you slip your tongue in his mouth, grabbing his hair with both hands, moaning softly into the kiss causing his breath to shake. He lowers his hands back to your butt, squeezing it, his heavy breathing and your quiet moans muffled by kissing. Your head spins at his noises as you can tell he's so desperately into this. Well...his breathing wasn't the only thing that revealed just how into this he was. You break the kiss, watching Xavier's rosy face and dazed, half-lidded eyes as he's struggling to catch his breath while his breath. Other than his hands, you feel a new texture poking your behind causing you to jump a bit, you eyes widening with both surprise and desire lingering in them. "X-Xavier..."

"What's wrong?" His voice is filled with tender concern. "We can stop if you want." He moves his hands to your face. "Nothing's wrong just...are you...ya know," you clear your throat, embarrassed to ask the following question. He tilts his head innocently before you continue, "A-are you...hard?" At this point, your face looks like a damn red protocore. Suddenly, Xavier is also embarrassed, gasping like the time he did at that one couples photo shoot when you tried to touch his bunny tail, only redder in the face this time. He looks away immediately, unable to hold eye contact anymore (you two are such a mess). There's this weird thing between you both where to go from being so bold to suddenly becoming flustered messes around each other.

"Ah...I'm so sorry," he clears his throat. "I do have an erection but um you can just ignore it. It'll go down eventually." Wow. Even Xavier gets horny. But you know it's only for you. Despite your inhibitions making you scared to go any further, you don't want to stop. But you also don't want to mess up. You're entranced by his warmth and if you're being honest with yourself, you're very excited by the fact that angel-faced, doe-eyed Xavier is actually hard right now especially since it's because of you. The nerves are only fueling your fire. You lean down to whisper in his ear causing him to quiver, your cheeks still flushed, your voice low and needy, "I don't want to ignore it. I can't help but wonder what's making you react in such a lewd way."

His glossy eyes are filled with desperate yearning that he can't even hide anymore, his brows furrowed as he looks up at you. "Well...I mean, I am aroused..." he admits, still flustered. Your fingers trail down to his stomach, feeling his clothed abs, playing with the hemming at the bottom of his shirt a little before slowly dragging your hands up under to his bare skin while kissing the crook of his neck. This gets you a sweet whimper out of him. Lifting up Xavier's shirt, you grind him a bit, feeling his his 'excitement' grow as he let's out a soft moan under his breath.

With that, a switch flips in Xavier as he picks you up bridal style in a sudden swoop, eliciting a squeal out of you. After gnawing on the bars of his enclosure for so long, he carries you to his bedroom, laying you on his bed, hovering over you. His gaze is almost pleading. "Y/N...do you really want this?" he asks, lovingly with a twinkle in his eyes. "I do. I really do. I think about it so much every time I come over but I always push the thoughts away because..." your voice trails off. His normally slow heartbeat races at your confession and at the anticipation of what else you'd say. It droze him crazy how you always left him on cliffhangers with your words. "Because?" His expecting fixated eyes practically radiate heat onto your body. "Because I don't know if I'll be good at it," you tell him.

Xavier resists the urge to smirk at the the implication that he's the only person you've gotten this close with. "Does that mean only I get to have you like this?" he asks, feigning innocence. You look down away shamefully. His eyes eager eyes soften. "Its okay, Y/N. You'd be my first too," he reassures. Your voice gets caught in your throat, letting out an embarrassing squeak. "All I want is to explore the uncharted corners of space with you. Only if you'll take that leap with me," he says in a seductive tone. You feel choked up, tears welling in your eyes. Seeing this, he presses his nose to yours, cradling your face. You hug him closer to you, your emotions finally spilling over, bringing your lips to his ear to tell him, "I trust you." He wipes your tears before initiating a passionate kiss.

Things start getting heated again real fast, the intensity of the kiss ramping up, your hands roaming each other freely. Before you can even catch your breath, clothes get discarded onto the floor. The kiss is finally broken, leaving you panting against each other's lips in your undergarments. "Y/N, you're such a vision of beauty," he murmurs, looking mesmerized. You blush and playfully flick his shoulder, getting a chuckle and an ow in response. "Don't you dare make me start crying again!" you whine.

He smiles lovingly in awe. Your nerves fading, you use your hunter strength to flip him over, pinning him down. He's definitely stronger than you so you know that he's willingly letting himself to be straddled by you. As badly as he wants you, why wouldn't he? "I want you to teach me how to handle a lightblade like a good hunter," you whisper. Xavier's eyes are hooded as a strained gasp falls from his lips, whispering back, "Maybe I don't mind breaking the boundaries with you." He's doing that absolutely irresistible thing where he raises one eyebrow.

You lock lips yet again, tongues intertwining and he flips you back under him, unhooking your bra then grasping your breasts, massaging them in circles and squeezing them together. He repeats this motion while kissing your ribcage. Your needy hand grabs his leading it lower and lower until it reaches your panties, beckoning him to touch you in between your thighs. Taking the hint, he cups your sex through your panties while simultaneously fondling your tits. This makes you throw your head back to let out a soft moan because the real thing feels so good compared to when you're alone and touching yourself while thinking of him, imagining it's his hand instead of your own.

"Baby~" you moan, moving his hand under the fabric. He's picks up the pace, rubbing your clothed pussy with more vigor causing your moaning to increase in volume, slightly bucking your hips into his hand. "You're getting wetter and wetter from the stimulation," he teases. Feeling extremely horny at this point, you stop caring about holding back your lewd words. "Hopefully wet enough to take your dick," you say, panting helplessly.

Xavier nearly choked on the air, his eyes widening, stopping what he's doing. "That's...so vulgar, love." He's surprised he even managed to get words out at all after hearing that. He'd never seen you like this before. Sure you had a bold, tough side- you were a hunter afterall. But he was used to seeing you being this flustered, cute angel. Discovering how you change when you're turned on excites him. "It's not vulgar if it's only you and me, baby~" you say provocatively, pulling him closer on top of you. He gulps, feeling his erection twitch in his blue plaid boxers. "D-do you think you're ready for it?" You nod sheepishly, biting you lower lip, "I'm a little nervous. But I trust you." Xavier smiles and lowers himself to cup your face and kiss your nose, your chests touching and his crotch gently brushing yours. You can feel each other's heartbeats.

"I'm honestly not the biggest, honey. It's an average size so don't worry, you'll take it well," he encourages. "And you can tell me to stop whenever you want." You smile and nod as you pull him into a loving kiss, moving your hand to his waist line then under his boxers, jerking him off a bit. When you hear his sweet moan against your lips, you pull his boxers down and he follows suit, discarding your panties. Pulling from the kiss, your eyes wander down, a smirk spreading across your face. 6 inches, a nice amount of girth, a pale shaft and a light pink tip. You can't help but lick your lips at the sight of his pretty cock, letting out an involuntary, "Mmm." It's so strange- being so nervous yet unable to hold back your sexual desire once you see all of your man like this. He blushes at your reaction. "I'm glad you like it," he says, shyly.

"Xavier...I can't take it anymore. I want you in me," you plead, spreading your legs and grabbing his cock. He kisses you and nuzzles your face affectionately, caressing you soothingly. "Hang on a second," he pauses, heading over to his drawers, grabbing a box of condoms from the top and taking one out. Sitting up, you watch him with your arms wrapping around your legs and your cheek resting on your knees. "Came prepared, huh?" you tease, trying to act confident yet your heart is pounding. He scratches his head awkwardly, eliciting a giggle from you. "Yeah...since we're dating, I thought we might need these. Just in case, you know." He unwraps the pre-lubed condom, tossing the wrapper before sliding it around his hard length and getting back on top of you.

"Alright, Y/N. I'll ease in slowly. Be a good girl for me, okay?" he asks, lacing his fingers into yours. "Yes, baby~" you respond. He lines himself at your entrance. Exhaling loudly at the contact, Xavier takes his time pushing his penis in your warmth, causing you to wince and squirm. You can feel your hymen popping and your walls being stretched from your boyfriend's girth. "Ow ow ow, " you whine, feeling a stinging sensation. He halts his movements to squeeze your hand soothingly, talking sweetly to you, "Its okay. I've got you." You swear you can see the whole galaxy in his eyes almost as if they're telescopes.

"X-Xavier...you can keep going." You hold him close while he kisses your neck. Giving you time to adjust, he starts thrusting so slow, you'd think he was a sloth. After about a minute or two of sweet neck kisses, hand holding and careful movements, the pain begins to subside and you let out a relaxed sigh now that you can finally enjoy the feeling of being full of him. Hearing this, Xavier asks, "Feeling better, honey?" You give him a satisfied, "Mhm" and with that, he gradually picks up the rhythm with his hips, making your voice come out. As it turns out, Xavier's the type to softly moan and heavily breath in your ear during sex, much to your delight. "It feels so good," he whispers in between moans. This man waited centuries for this pussy and he was absolutely savoring it.

Your nerves dissipate from losing yourself in pleasure, various unfiltered things falling from your lips- "Your lightblade is so strong", "Make me yours", " I love you," "Mmm harder". These explicit words rile him up even more causing him to snap his hips against yours. You moan louder at the pace, your walls fluttering around him. "I love you too, honey," he whispers, looking you deep in your eyes while he makes love to you. Together, you and Xavier create a symphony of moaning, smooching, skin slapping on skin and the bed creaking. "Is my pussy good, baby?" you ask through deep breathes. "Uh huh," he exhales against your neck. "Only yours."

Your breathing builds up, feeling an intense tingling sensation wash all over your body. You realize this means you must be getting close. Xavier's thrusts get sloppy, entailing he's also about to cum. You throw your head back, feeling his cock twitch inside you as you're basically screaming at this point while he's panting like an animal in heat. His eyes look as though they're about to roll to the back of his head. Your moans entangle in a duet together as your climaxes wash over you two, yours being first and Xavier catching up about 20 seconds after with frantic thrusts. Surprised yet enjoying the view, Xavier's light Evol causes his body to glow golden and shimmer as he comes. This lasts for a few seconds. The glow fades and his thrusts slow down as he rides out your orgasms, his cum filling the condom. You both close your eyes while catching your breath together as he rests on top of you with his face in the crook of your neck, his cock softening. You wrap your arms around his back to hug him close. The two of you stay like this for a few minutes, basking in the bliss of coming down from your highs.

When you and Xavier finally catch your breath, he pulls out and disposes of the condom before laying next to you in bed, holding you as you lay on his chest, planting a kiss on your head. "So, you glow when you cum, huh?" you tease, smirking. He blushes, looking a little embarrassed. "I didnt know my evol would react during...that," he says. You giggle, finding this cute. "If that was also your first time, how did you do so good?" you ask him, impressed by how he did. He answers you question shyly, knowing you'll tease him for it. "Lots of research and trashy romance novels," he explains. You chuckle and shake your head. "Condoms, research and spicy romance novels, huh? You really were prepared."

He chuckles back, pinching your cheek. "You know, I definitely wouldn't mind this becoming a habit in our relationship." You agree, wanting to do this again with him as well and only him. "How do you feel right now?" he asks, wanting to make sure you're okay. "It hurt at first but I enjoyed it," you say to him, drawing circle on his chest with your fingers. "What about you? How do you feel?"

Xavier briefly stretches with the arm that's not wrapped under you.

"A little exhausted," he yawns, rubbing his eyes. You jokingly roll your eyes as you aren't surprised.

"My sleepy boy," you tease, poking his cheek. You and your boyfriend laugh and talk for a few minutes longer before deciding to finally get some rest together. You move your legs out of the way as he maneuvers around to pull the cover over you both and he leans down to give you a kiss on the lips before saying, "Goodnight, Y/N. I love you." Of course, you say it back to him sincerely before falling asleep in his arms. "I love you too, Xavier. Sweet dreams."

[bigtreefest]

watermelon juice dripping down his throat, onto his chest hair LEMME LICK

I don’t even like watermelon that much😅, but I like him. A lot. 🫣

Drip… and Lick

Pairing: Curtis Everett x reader

Wc: idk, written in drafts, but it’s gotta be at least 1k

Warnings: um, licking, and Curtis… so, yeah 18+ only, minors DNI

A/N: Inspired by this post and some of my beautiful hoe friends @thezombieprostitute @krirebr @stargazingfangirl18 @brandycranby This is me kicking off the 300 follower summer celebration with my own mini fic. Hope you enjoy and I can’t wait for your your feedback on this one😈

Made with the prompts: a long drive together + “I’ve got something else you can lick” + [watermelon] dripping down someone’s skin

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Curtis had wanted to have a picnic with you all summer, but your busy schedule hadn’t allowed for it. And honestly, neither had the weather. The days had been long and hot, unbearably so, with UV indexes maxed out. Stepping outside was like asking to be baked, which is why he was grateful for all the rain that hit this past week.

It was a great reprieve for everything: the grass, the garden, the sweltering temperatures. Now that the outside was actually bearable, Curtis could finally go through with his plans.

Before you got off work, he packed up his picnic basket, preparing the summer goods for you. A nice little salad, some sandwiches, and a beautiful watermelon he found at the farmer’s market the other day. He was all prepped once you got home.

As soon as you walked through the door, you were greeted by a kiss on the cheek and Curtis holding your favorite comfy sundress. After a long day at work, the last thing you wanted to wear was pants, so you went to change.

Once you emerged, hair tied up and off your neck finally and flowy dress adorned, you were ready to go. You grabbed Curtis’s outstretched hand and let him lead you to the truck where you slid up in to the middle of the bench seat.

An evening drive like this was one of your favorite things to do together. Letting the breeze flow with the windows down. Seeing the scenery of passing houses turn into open fields of wildflowers on the rolling hills.

After taking the long way around, Curtis pulled into the spot he always did at the end of the road on the back side of the airport where the two of you would lay in his truck bed to watch the planes take off and land. He hopped down out of the cab and held a hand out for you, taking you back for the cozy, yet cool setup he had made earlier.

The two of you got settled, Curtis pulling out your sandwich and handing it to you just as the sun began to reach the horizon. The sky was painted with hues of red and light purple, wispy clouds making way for the stars that would soon twinkle, framing the moon in the open sky.

You settled up close next to him, the two of you enjoying the main part of the meal as the planes flew overhead, the lights of the runway flicking on as the sky dimmed. All you could think about while you were eating was how sweet this was, how sweet he was for doing it so often for you. Curtis was a gruff, hardworking man, and with you, that prickly shell turned soft, as he used his efforts to show you his appreciation for the love and peace you brought to him. The feelings he thought he’d never have, the ones he thought he didn’t deserve. His humility and bottomless affection was all you saw, though, the deep care you held for each other tying your souls together. In this moment, you realized if he was all you had for the rest of your life, that would be more than enough, and you wanted to show that. You needed him, and could feel it start to burn in the depths of your belly: a love that you had to show, that you wanted to show, again, and again, and again, for eternity.

You climbed into Curtis’s lap, giving him a peck, your sundress falling around your legs, leaving your core settling right over him in his worn jeans. Your hands gently came up to frame his face, his beard lightly scratching your palms. Your body was growing warm against the cold evening air, buzzing with desire from the way he cared for you, the way you cared for each other.

“Thank you for this, Curtis. It’s perfect. The food was delicious, but I think I’m ready for dessert.”

Curtis’s large hands settled on your waist as he looked up at you. He could see the warmth in your eyes at that statement. It was evident this little date made your day so much better, but he hadn’t quite caught on yet to the true fire in your gaze.

“Yeah? I’ve got this beautiful watermelon. Thought that would be nice and refreshing.”

He looked up at you with the softest features, eyes switching between yours, looking for approval. Your thumbs brushed over his freckled cheeks, more prominent from the summer sun, as you nodded with a breathy giggle.

“Um, yeah. That sounds good.”

He beamed up at you, turning to the side to pull out the fruit before he went still. He hadn’t cut it. Or really even brought anything to cut it, unless you counted the flimsy plasticware the two of you ate your salads with. He looked up at you with big eyes as you laughed again, catching on to what happened.

“Hold on, give me a second, I can fix this. You don’t mind if it’s not perfectly cut, right?”

You shook your head, curious to see what he could possibly have in mind. He turned the watermelon upright as he grabbed a plastic knife, adjusting it in his hand so it seemed stable enough. He raised his hand, stabbing the edge of the utensil into the tough rind. That obviously wasn’t doing much, but it did enough. You watched as Curtis’s thick, yet surprisingly nimble fingers widened the nick into a gap as he put both hands in and pulled, the robust fruit splitting in two as some juices leaked out. As did yours, as you felt a flush of arousal at the show of brute strength. So casual, he probably had no idea what he was doing to you.

If that knife was any indication, there probably wasn’t a good way to get the flesh out, either, so he opted to just keep with his bare hands, scooping out a piece to feed to you. You opened your mouth, eyes never leaving his as your lips surrounded his thumb and pointer finger. The juice from his hand ran down his thick forearm, over the hair that covered it. As he moved to pull away, your hands quickly snapped to stop him, eyes still locked. You dipped your head to the drop that had trickled down, now about to reach his elbow, and stuck out your tongue, tracing the path of watermelon juice up to his palm, all the way back to his fingers, sucking them and releasing with a pop.

Curtis watched in real time as your pupils blew wide and you began to unbutton his linen shirt before reaching over and grabbing your own piece of watermelon to feed to him. Oh. That was where this was going. How did he not see it before? He was never going to slice a watermelon again, but he planned to get a lot more before summer was done. And he’d gladly pay a fortune to get them out of season if they made you react like this.

You popped the piece in his mouth, watching as the juice dribbled down his chin, and down to his neck, over the course hair of his chest. You pulled back slightly, watching the stream right next to his nipple, and you ducked down again and flattened your tongue against the firm warmth of his chest, circling the peak before tracing up again, tongue being deliciously scratched until you reached the smooth, slightly salty skin of his neck, dressed with the humidity and a thin layer of sweat.

You pressed a kiss to his jugular as he swallowed the sweet fruit, his lips parting in a gasp, waiting for what you were going to do next. The fire in his eyes grew, though, to meet yours, as his awe-struck, enamored look turned into a smirk. Curtis finally spoke up in a strained, deep voice, silky with seduction.

“You know, I’ve got something else you can lick…”

Bonus A/N: for your fantasies, brandy bean. Eat your heart out.

Taglist: @hawkeyes-queen @ronearoundblindly

[callmedaleelah]

— Pinnacle [ tsukishima kei university au series ]

— you know how to ball i know aristotle ; well, that’s what taylor swift said but now you realized that tsukishima knows how to ball and knows aristotle

author’s notes : no mention of (y/n), written in second person pov, semi alternative universe, timeskip!tsukishima, college life, not proofread, english is not my first language

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Lunch had turned into a surprise outing with Yamaguchi taking the lead. He drove you and Tsukishima through the city streets, his cheerful demeanor setting a warm atmosphere inside the car. Tsukishima, sitting in the passenger seat, was quieter than usual, staring out the window as if lost in thought. But you could feel the undercurrent of something else between them, the playful tension, the inside jokes they often exchanged.

"So, Tsukki, still not going to tell me what made you smile this morning?" Yamaguchi teased as they stopped at a red light, his tone light and full of mischief.

Tsukishima barely glanced at him, adjusting his glasses with his usual air of nonchalance. "I don’t remember smiling," he replied curtly.

"Oh, come on!" Yamaguchi laughed. "You’re telling me I imagined it? You never smile at anything, so when you do, it's impossible to miss."

You couldn't help but chuckle from the back seat, watching the two banter like old friends. There was something comforting about how natural they were together—how even Tsukishima, who usually seemed so guarded, let his walls down around Yamaguchi, even if it was just a little.

“Was it something you saw on your phone?” Yamaguchi continued, pressing the issue. “Or someone?”

Tsukishima’s eyes narrowed just slightly. “Stop asking me dumb questions,” he said flatly, and you couldn’t help but smile at the way he brushed Yamaguchi off without losing his cool. It was part of his charm—his sharp, almost indifferent demeanor that only made the moments where he let his guard down feel more significant.

Yamaguchi glanced at you through the rearview mirror, his grin widening. “What do you think? Tsukki’s hiding something from me, right?”

You felt heat rise in your cheeks, caught off guard by being dragged into the conversation. “I—uh, maybe? I mean, it’s hard to tell with him…” you trailed off, not wanting to push too hard. But you couldn’t help but feel a bit flustered. Was Yamaguchi teasing him about what happened that morning? About the way Tsukishima had helped you at your dorm, bringing you the things you needed? The thought made your heart race.

Tsukishima’s gaze flicked back toward you for a brief second, but he quickly turned his attention back to the road ahead as the light changed. He seemed unfazed by the conversation, yet there was a tightness in his posture that you couldn’t ignore.

You finally arrived at the sushi restaurant, the scent of fresh seafood and rice filling the air as you stepped inside. Yamaguchi had picked a spot that was bustling with energy—a small, cozy place filled with locals, its reputation evident from the crowd waiting for tables. You appreciated the atmosphere right away; it felt like the kind of place where you could relax and enjoy a good meal without worrying about anything else.

Yamaguchi led the way, making sure you and Tsukishima followed closely. “My dad told me about this place,” he said, grinning as he glanced over his shoulder. “He’s friends with the owner, so I figured we’d give it a try.”

You nodded, feeling more at ease with every step. Yamaguchi’s enthusiasm was infectious, and you found yourself looking forward to the meal more than you expected.

When you were finally seated at a small table near the back of the restaurant, Yamaguchi pulled out a chair for you with a grin. “Ladies first,” he said, his voice teasing yet polite.

Your cheeks flushed at the gesture, but you sat down with a shy smile, thanking him quietly. Tsukishima, on the other hand, seemed indifferent to the whole thing, simply taking his seat across from you without a word.

The menus were passed around, and soon enough, the table was filled with a variety of sushi dishes—beautifully arranged rolls and slices of fresh fish, each plate more enticing than the last. Yamaguchi, ever the social butterfly, immediately started offering pieces of his sushi to everyone.

“Here, you’ve got to try this one,” he said, sliding a plate toward you with an encouraging smile. “It’s amazing.”

You hesitated for a moment but quickly joined in, offering a piece of your own sushi in return. Tsukishima, surprisingly, followed suit, though with less enthusiasm. He simply pushed a plate toward you with a quiet, “Try it.”

You couldn’t help but feel a flutter in your chest at the gesture. It was such a small thing, but the fact that he was participating at all felt significant. You took a piece of his sushi and offered him one of yours in return, your fingers brushing slightly as you passed the food between you.

“It’s good,” Tsukishima said after a few bites, his tone casual but genuine. It wasn’t much, but coming from him, it felt like a compliment.

Yamaguchi, on the other hand, was full of praise for everything—he complimented the food, the restaurant, even your outfit. “That’s a cute set,” he said, gesturing to your clothes with a grin. “White really suits you.”

You ducked your head, feeling your cheeks heat up again. “Thanks,” you mumbled, trying to play it off, but you couldn’t help but notice the way Tsukishima’s gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than usual. He didn’t say anything, but there was a softness in his eyes that hadn’t been there before.

As the meal went on, the three of you continued to share food, exchanging bites of sushi like old friends. It felt intimate in a way that surprised you—like a subtle bonding experience that brought you all closer together. Yamaguchi kept the conversation light and fun, making you laugh with his playful comments and compliments.

At one point, he leaned in closer, smiling at you with that charming grin of his. “What perfume are you wearing? It smells so nice—very fresh.”

You blushed, feeling a little shy but flattered nonetheless. “Oh, it’s nothing special,” you replied, glancing at Tsukishima, who was watching the interaction with an unreadable expression. “Just something light.”

Yamaguchi nodded appreciatively, sniffing the air playfully. “Well, whatever it is, it suits you.”

Tsukishima shifted slightly in his seat, his eyes flickering between you and Yamaguchi. You couldn’t quite tell what he was thinking, but there was something there—something almost protective in the way he watched you. It was subtle, barely noticeable, but it made your heart skip a beat.

Yamaguchi continued, playfully. “And these earrings,” he pointed out with a grin, “they really complement your eyes and face.”

You felt your cheeks heat up further, and though you mumbled another thank you, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Tsukishima. Every time Yamaguchi paid you a compliment, Tsukishima seemed to subtly react—his hand adjusting his glasses, his gaze flickering over to you briefly, and that small hint of a smile. It was enough to make your heart race.

As the meal continued, you found yourself relaxing, enjoying the camaraderie. Yamaguchi was the glue, keeping the conversation light and fun, while Tsukishima contributed in his quiet, sarcastic way. The three of you exchanged bites of sushi like old friends, and for a brief moment, it felt like you’d known them forever.

Once you finished eating, Tsukishima excused himself to the restroom. While he was gone, you pulled out a small tube of hand cream from your bag, offering it to Yamaguchi, who had been complaining about dry hands. He took it gratefully, rubbing some onto his palms.

“This smells amazing,” Yamaguchi said, sniffing his hands with a wide smile. “So subtle and fresh.”

You smiled, feeling a bit proud of your choice. As you helped him apply it properly, Tsukishima returned from the restroom and saw the interaction from afar. His steps faltered just slightly, curiosity tugging at him, though he kept his usual calm composure. Still, there was a tinge of something else—a subtle twist of emotion—as he watched you help Yamaguchi.

When he approached the table, Yamaguchi was quick to show off. “Hey, Tsukki, smell this! It’s really nice, right? I think you’d like it too. You’re always complaining about your calloused hands after volleyball practice.”

Tsukishima raised an eyebrow and glanced at you, seeing the tube of hand cream still in your hand. You offered it to him, your voice a little shy, “You can try it if you want.”

He hesitated for a moment, then held out his hand. You squeezed a small amount onto his palm, and as you helped him rub it in just like you did with Yamaguchi, your fingers brushed against his skin. The contact was brief, but it sent a wave of heat up your face, and you noticed a slight blush creeping across Tsukishima’s cheeks as well.

As the three of you prepared to leave, Tsukishima cleared his throat, his voice cutting through the conversation. “Hey, Yamaguchi give me my car key, I’ll drive you back to the dormitory,” he said, his tone casual. “I need to head back to my apartment afterward.”

You blinked in surprise. So it was his car all along? You hadn’t known that before. And he didn’t live in the dorms either? It was such a small detail, but it made him seem even more impressive—like he had his life together in a way that felt almost unattainable.

Yamaguchi didn’t seem fazed by the information. “Sounds good to me,” he said with a grin, tossing you a playful wink as he stood up from the table. “I’m just along for the ride.”

As the three of you walked back to the car, you couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of emotions. On the one hand, you were grateful for the time spent with them, for the laughter and the bonding over sushi. But on the other hand, you couldn’t shake the feeling that Tsukishima was slipping further away from you—like he was something you could never quite reach, no matter how close you got.

Your mind spun with the realization. Tsukishima didn’t just have his own car—he lived independently. He was an athlete, excelling in volleyball, and he was academically brilliant. He seemed to have everything figured out. He had his life together in a way that you could barely comprehend, and it made you feel strangely overwhelmed.

The ride back to the dormitory was quiet, the sun beginning to set in the distance. Yamaguchi hummed softly to himself in the passenger seat while you stared out the window, lost in thought. Tsukishima drove with his usual calm demeanor, but there was a tension in the air that hadn’t been there before.

And then, a nagging thought crept into your mind—Tsukishima was so put together, so perfect. How could he not have someone special in his life? A partner? The more you thought about it, the more your heart sank at the possibility.

You didn’t even realize that your smile had faded.

“Hey,” Tsukishima’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You looked up to see him glancing at you through the rearview mirror. “Are you listening?”

You blinked, realizing that you had been zoning out. “Oh, sorry,” you said quickly, trying to cover your embarrassment. “I was just… dozing off a bit.”

Tsukishima scoffed lightly, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Were you that full after all that sushi?” he teased, his tone light and almost playful.

Your cheeks warmed at his words, feeling embarrassed. Did he think you ate too much? Did he think your portions were excessive? The thoughts spiraled in your head, but then you caught yourself. Why did his opinion even matter so much to you all of a sudden?

You laughed awkwardly, trying to brush it off. “I mean, the sushi was really good.”

Yamaguchi chuckled from the passenger seat. “Can’t argue with that.”

Tsukishima adjusted his glasses, his gaze lingering on you for a second longer before he spoke again. “I mentioned earlier… I have a copy of my notes from Professor Regenstein’s class. They might help you with your studies.”

You blinked in surprise, touched by the offer. “Oh, really? That would be so helpful. Thank you so much,” you said, your tone sincere.

Yamaguchi let out a laugh, playfully nudging Tsukishima’s shoulder. “Look at you, Tsukki—so thoughtful.”

Tsukishima rolled his eyes, his usual unimpressed expression returning, but there was a faint hint of warmth behind it that didn’t go unnoticed.

When you finally arrived at the dormitory, Tsukishima parked the car and turned to you. “I’ll drop you both here,” he said simply. “I need to head back to my apartment.”

You nodded, feeling a little disappointed but understanding. “Thanks for the ride,” you said softly, giving him a small smile as you unbuckled your seatbelt.

Yamaguchi was quick to hop out of the car, stretching his arms above his head with a yawn. “That was fun,” he said, flashing you both a grin. “We should do it again sometime,”

You nodded in agreement, feeling a bit more at ease as you stepped out of the car. “Yeah, definitely.”

Tsukishima said nothing more, simply giving you a nod before driving off, leaving you and Yamaguchi standing outside the dormitory together. You watched the car disappear into the distance, a strange ache settling in your chest as you realized how much you had come to care about Tsukishima—even if you couldn’t quite admit it to yourself yet.

sorry for the late post, it’s just when i was sick, my brain got all foggy and i couldn’t focus, so i didn’t feel confident writing cause i was afraid the emotions wouldn’t come through in the story. but i hope you guys like this one!

i’ve also been thinking about starting another fanfic series for a different character, maybe from jjk or haikyuu. what do you guys think? but omg, i'm already busy with this one haha, forgive my wild thoughts 🙈😄😋🙏🏻

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[gemini-sensei]

binary boyfriends pt2👀👀

Binary Boyfriends x Innocent!Reader

● Part 1 ●

Shout out to @cades-outsider bc they motived me to finish this post 😆 hope you don't mind if I tag you <3

CW: first sexual experience, first blowjob, guiding blowjob, use of "good girl", gagging, cum eating, tit play, fingering, mlm sex. A/N: I didn't have time to edit this but I had to finish it, so have it and please enjoy.

The tour of the Valley Hawk and Demetri ended up giving Reader was a lot more fun than they first thought it would be. They've lived there their entire lives, so of course they didn't think it would be interesting, but Reader changed that really quickly. Everywhere they went, she made the most of it, even if it was as simple as showing her what grocery store to shop at because it had better prices. But they didn't just show her the practical spots, they showed her the hot spots around town.

When they sat down for lunch at Hawk's favorite pizza place, Reader rambled about how great the Valley already was. Though she complained that her apartment was lonely and her neighbors were a little rude, but she always tried to look on the bright side of things. However the thought stuck with Hawk and Demetri as she continued on about maybe getting a pet. Then Hawk, seemingly out of nowhere, invited her over for a movie at their place.

She accepted happily and the first night she came over, she brought her favorite throw blanket and snacks. They've made the place cozy for her, more pillows and blankets laid out on the couch. She sits on one of of the couch so Hawk and Demetri can cuddle up - which by the way, Demetri is the big spoon by default when cuddling on the couch; he's too lanky and awkward to be the little spoon. Nothing else happened that night other than watching a movie with new friends. However, movie nights at Hawk and Demetri's place became a normal thing.

After her coming over so often, there's one night when their friendship changes...

They picked a newer movie to watch thinking nothing of it but it turned out to be a snore-fest. It was hard to sit through and Reader found herself so bored, messing with her phone more than anything else. She didn't want to say anything because at first, it seemed like Hawk and Demetri were enjoying it. However, she didn't really see the way Demetri was rolling his eyes at what was happening on screen.

Then an out-of-nowhere sex scene came on. It wasn't bad - just extremely out of place.

Demetri got uncomfortable fast and Hawk knew it; Hawk fucking felt it and teased him quietly for the duration of the scene. Demetri had to clamp his mouth shut but had a little trouble. He would look over at Reader as she stared at the screen, a little in shock. And that was when he remembered she was so sweet and innocent and probably didn't look at anything like that. The thought made him come in his pants and Hawk had to hold back a laugh.

Demetri excused himself quickly after that, red in the face and in need of a change of clothes. And he gave Hawk a pointed look on his way out, to which Hawk gave a smirk that was not at all innocent.

Hawk turned off the movie but only after that scene had ended. "I couldn't take anymore of that."

Reader, also flustered, nodded. "Yeah, um, it was certainly something."

Hawk laughed and nodded. "Yeah, it was so bad, I wasn't expecting that to happen."

Reader nodded but didn't say anything else. Hawk took the moment to scoot over on the couch closer to her. He wanted to say something but all the things he wanted to say were caught in his throat, so he put his arm around her.

She looked at him. "What are you doing?"

While she was innocent and never had a boyfriend before, she knew the signs. And seeing them come from Hawk was a little weird - he had a boyfriend! - so she was unsure of what exactly was going on. She didn't want to think the worst, this was her friend after all, but she had to ask before something weird happened.

He smiled. "You caught me."

"Yeah, and?"

"Look, Reader, you're really cute and hot," he told her, turning his body to face her. He pulled his arm away, sensing that that wasn't the move.

She stared at him and whispered, "Hawk... you have a boyfriend."

"Who is as into as I am," he told her, flashing that confident smile.

She gasped because that just sounded crazy to her because no one had ever shown interest in her before. What was this? It made her heart hammer in her chest and she didn't know if she liked that or not. In all honesty, it was a little overwhelming.

"Really?"

"Really," a voice said from the hall.

She turned to look, finding Demetri in a new pair of pajama pants, but they did little to hide his still-hard cock. It created a rather big tent in the front of his pants and Reader found herself staring at him, mouth agape.

"Jesus Christ," Hawk laughed, unable to keep his mouth shut. He looked away from his boyfriend and to Reader. "Sorry about him, he's a mess."

"Hey, don't act like you didn't do this," Demetri said accusingly. "You sat here and got me off during that lewd fuck fest that should not have been in that movie! So I don't want to hear your greater than thou crap right now!"

Reader's jaw managed to drop lower as she heard this. "You guys... did stuff with me here?"

They looked at her, both a little embarrassed now that she had put it like that. "Kind of?"

Hawk swallowed hard. "Yes, but this was only the first time something like this has happened with you here."

"Something like that with me here?" she asked, looking between them. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Demetri began stammering. "Well, um, you see... sometimes, uh," then it call came out at once. "Wehavesexandthinkaboutyouwhilewedoit."

"Excuse me?"

Hawk jumped in. "It's not what it sounds like. Really. I mean, we just think you're so great and gorgeous and super fucking hot."

She stared at them for a long while, curled up under her blanket. What they don't know is that they've totally flattered her. No one has ever thought about her like this, at least not that they've ever admitted. And she was a little turned on by this strange form of flattery.

What she said next left them speechless and eager:

"Would you show me?"

That's how they ended up with Reader perched on the edge of the couch getting lessons in how to give a blowjob. Hawk held her hand around the base of Demetri's huge cock as she sucked on the tip. His eyes were closed as he stood before them, her inexperienced mouth on him hot and wet and so eager to learn. He had to remind himself he wanted to see this and unscrew his eyes to watch.

"Now, let your jaw relax and take more of him in your mouth," Hawk instructed.

Reader did as told, but gagged when his tip hit the back of her throat. She pulled back and coughed and Hawk rubbed her back, telling her it was okay, that happens sometimes. She took a few deep breaths before taking Demetri in her mouth again and Hawk, turned on from watching, let out a low "Good girl. Don't give up."

She bobbed her head over what she could take of Demetri's length, her hands around the base of his cock. Hawk helped her squeeze and pump his dick, but didn't have her do too much while she was still learning. Demetri was moaning and groaning, muttering to himself as he watched.

"Reader," he groaned and she looked up at him with her pretty, innocent eyes. "Oh shit."

"That means he's close," Hawk rasped in her ear, smirking. "Let's help him finish."

He put a hand on the back of Reader's head and slowly pushed her onto him. As Demetri's dick was fed into her mouth, he told her to tap out if she needed to and she moaned in response, sending vibrations over Demetri that made his eyes roll. When his cock hit the back of her throat, she gagged but sat through it, soon letting her jaw and muscles relax enough that he pushed into her throat.

As soon as her tight throat was wrapped around just the tip, Demetri was coming. His cock throbbed and shot hot ropes of cum down her throat. It was a strange feelings but Reader loved it, moaning as he practically force-fed her his cum. He began to pull out after a few shots because he didn't want to overwhelm her, coming on her tongue without really meaning to and letting her taste him, which she moaned as soon as she got a taste of him. She held his cock on her tongue until he finished and Hawk helped her, tapping his boyfriend's dick on her tongue as the last few weak shots came out.

After a moment, Hawk looked at Reader, drool running down her chin. "How was that?"

"Really fun," she giggled.

"Wanna have more fun?"

She nodded and he used the hand on the back of her head to pull her into a heady kiss. He forewent little kisses and went straight into making out with her, and groaned as he tasted Demetri on her tongue. She leaned into him and he pulled her onto his lap so she felt how hard his dick was in his sweats, making her almost pull out of the kiss to gasp. She got a half of a gasp in before he groaned and pulled her back into him, smashing their lips together.

Demetri dropped onto the couch, watching them. His half-soft cock was wet with spit and glistening. He took his cock in his hand and slowly pumped his sensitive cock, this was his second orgasm of the night after all and he needed to pace himself.

When Hawk pushed his hands up Reader's shirt, squeezing and pinching her pudge sides, she pulled away and squealed with a smile. She felt hot all over and his little squeeze game was not helping with that. She smiled at him, giggling, then licked her lips and bit her lip.

He could tell something was on her mind. "What is it?"

"Can we go somewhere else?" she asked, a little shy.

He looked at Demetri, who nodded, and Hawk nodded to her. "Hell yeah."

They took her to their bedroom and threw the comforter off. Hawk laid her down and kissed her again, pulling moans out of her as his hands wandered her sides again. He loved feeling her soft fat spill between his fingers and he found the best place for that to happen be her stomach and waist, both being so soft and squeezable. Demetri teased him for it lightly as he crawled onto the bed beside him, which earned him a middle finger as Hawk didn't dare pull out of the hot make-out session to tell him off.

Demetri was impatient and wanted to see them naked, so he started pulling at Hawk's shirt. It got a little annoying and Hawk pulled away, grunting as he was forced to part from Reader's hot, swollen lips. Demetri was satisfied to get his shirt off, pulling it over Hawk's head and tossing it aside. Once it was off, his lips descended upon Hawk's lean body and kissed along the scaling skin, along his back, and his huge tattoo that Demetri swore up and down he didn't care that much for (but that was a lie because he found it to be so hot on his skin). Hawk did something similar, kissing Reader's jaw and down to her neck. Her shirt came off next when he wanted to kiss further down her body.

He licked his lips as he got a look at her fat tits in her cute bra. He had that undone soon enough and tossed it aside, staring at her tit. "Dem, look at how pretty she is."

Demetri pulled away and looked over Hawk's shoulder at her, eyes unable to stay in one place as he took in the sight of her. "Wow."

From where she lay, Reader was breathless, but it wasn't just because of the heavy making out she'd just been doing. It was the eyes on her, soaking up her upper body in a way she didn't know could make her feel all hot and bothered. She squirmed under their gaze, smiling at their flattering words. She looked away from them though, unsure of what to do or say. It made what happened next a bit of a shock.

A hot mouth came down on her nipple, sucking on it lightly, quickly followed by a second mouth that lapped at her other pert nipple. She gasped and moaned, eyes fluttering closed as she felt ecstasy course through her like hot lava. It all sent sensations to her core, which was throbbing behind her wet panties. She whined at the need to be touched there, there and everywhere else. She found herself wanting to be touched by Hawk and Demetri's big hands all over her body and she needed them so desperately, but she didn't know how to tell them that. The words were lost on her as their mouths played with her tits, sucking and teasing them mercilessly.

When Hawk had enough of sucking hickeys onto her skin, he moved further down her body while one of Demetri's hand took hold of her abandoned tit. Hawk's lips kissed a trail down her tummy, occasionally biting the soft fat as to tease her and hear her yelp. It was so hot, but not as hot as what waited for him between her legs.

He sat up some to pull her comfy pants off along with her panties, finding her soaking wet pussy. She was untouched, so he knew she was tight and that he was going to have to prep her if they were going to do anything other than oral and hand stuff. So he touched her gently and listened for her reaction, unable to see her face very well thanks to Demetri.

She gasped as he slid his thumb over her slit, spreading her wetness. He asked, "How's that?"

"Nice," she breathed out.

He hummed and nodded, watching her hole. "Tell me if you get uncomfortable or if it hurts and I'll stop. The last thing I want to do is hurt you."

"Okay," she said, moaning softly because Demetri was seemingly insatiable when it came to her fat, pretty tits. He was doing wonders on her and it was sending jolts of pleasure down to her cunt, making her wetter than she even knew. "What are you going to do, Hawk?"

"I'm gonna finger you," he told her. He knew it might tire her out and that would be as far as they got, but if that were going to be the case, then he was going to do one Hell of a job at it. Only time would tell.

She whined softly and her hips thrust up as he lightly touched her clit, making Hawk realize she wasn't just untouched but touch-starved. It made him want to give her everything, but he had to pace it out. He knew he couldn't overwhelm her. He shushed her as she whimpered. "It's okay, I'm gonna make you feel so good."

At that promise, he slid one long finger into her cunt. He was right, she was tight, but her abundance of wetness made it easy to slid in knuckle-deep and he bit his lip as he watched her hungry little cunt take his digit. It was so hot. Not to mention she moaned so pretty when he did it. He slowly pulled his finger out and pushed it back in, getting her used to the feeling.

"Oh my god," she moaned softly, the feeling of his single finger accompanied by Demetri's ravishing of her tits had her head a little foggy. She couldn't help the way her hips tried to wiggle and move with Hawk's movements, making him use his free hand to hold her still, which somehow made it better. "Feels nice."

"Yeah?" he asked, smirking to himself. He was proud to hear that he could pleasure her like this. Especially since it was her first time doing anything like this. So he added a second finger and it felt nice, his fingers wrapped up in her pussy. "Shit, you're so fucking tight, baby. Wanna stretch you out."

She whined as he pushed a third finger into her, the stretch a little strange. It wasn't exactly discomfort but it was a new feeling. Her cunt clenched around his fingers and she gushed with fluid, making Hawk grin wide. He leaned down and lapped up her juices, moaning at her almost sweet taste. "Fuck, you taste divine."

When he added his tongue to the mix, Reader felt lost in the pleasure. It was the most stimulation she'd ever had at one time and as his fingers thrust in and out of her tight cunt, which was being stretched out for the first time, his tongue was lapping at her pussy lips, and Demetri was squeezing and sucking on her tits, it was over for her. She came in seconds, throwing her head back as she cried out for them so pretty. Her hands twisted up the sheets and pulled on them, almost taking them off the mattress. It was such a pretty sight, Demetri and Hawk pulled away from her to watch, except Hawk finger fucked her through it, watching her squirt all over her hand and wrist and the bedsheets.

Demetri squirmed as he watched her, cock throbbing between his legs. His lips were swollen and wet from playing with her tits so much, having left them drool-covered and perky. Pre cum dripped from the tip of his cock as he couldn't take his eyes off of her. He was due for another orgasm without a doubt, but edged himself by squeezing the base of his cock.

Hawk pulled his fingers out of Reader's twitching cunt when she finished, her body tired and shaking under their gazes. She lay there for a moment, out of breath and reeling from her first orgasm ever. Her thighs were shaking the most, trembling and jiggling with the post-orgasm bliss. She smiled, eyes still closed, as she collected herself.

"I think she's done for tonight," Demetri muttered, almost sad to say it. However, neither of them were going to push her limits, and she was clearly at her end.

Hawk smirked, obviously proud of himself. "Yeah, well, I haven't gotten my dick wet yet, so come here, babe."

Demetri followed the order happily, letting Hawk take hold of him and manhandle him to hover over Reader's exhausted body. His long, hard cock slapped against her stomach, making her open her eyes and see what they were doing, further flustered to find the two preparing to fuck over her. It made her sensitive cunt clench around nothing and she whined, biting her lip.

Hawk shoved his pants down to his knees and used Reader's hot juices to prep his cock and Demetri's hole, who was moaning so pretty for him. He didn't need a lot of prep, his hole was almost always ready to take Hawk, so he closed his eyes as Hawk pushed in and didn't waste time letting him get used to the feeling of being full.

The pace was radically different than what Reader had experienced a moment ago. From under them, she watched Demetri's face as he moaned and called out Hawk's real name - Eli - while his cock rubbed against her belly. She could only stare for a moment as they grunted and groaned over her, and when she looked over Demetri's shoulder, Hawk was staring right at her. He smirked.

"This is his dirty little fantasy," he told her of Demetri. "It's all he's dreamed of since we met you, to get fucked up the ass while you watch. And get fucked while you help him get off. And so much more. Fuck, the things he wants us to do to him, and what he wants to do to you."

At hearing all of this, Reader gaped. She couldn't believe it, but after everything they just did, she had to. So, she brought her hands up to her belly and clasped them gently around Demetri's hard cock. He whined at the feeling, dropping his head to look at it. She didn't apply a lot of pressure, letting him fuck her hands, and he was mesmerized by it. It also helped him come a lot faster, not that his previous two orgasms hadn't helped in that either.

He came in large spurts, his still-heavy balls holding too much for his own good. He came all over Reader, shots of cum reaching her tits as she lay under him and his trembling body. And even though he' was coming, Hawk was still fucking him hard. Hawk pulled his hips back into his thrusts fast and hard until he, too, came a buckets worth in his boyfriend. He grunted as he finished just as Demetri was tapering off.

Hawk pulled out of Demetri and helped him lay beside Reader, thoroughly exhausted. He could barely hold his eyes open as his cock finally got a break, making Hawk laugh as he made a trip to their master bathroom to grab a few warm rags. When he returned, Demetri was mumbling about how that was some of the best sex he'd ever had, missing how Reader was dipping her finger in the cum that was pooled between her tits and eating it. She moaned and Demetri took it as a hum of agreement, mind gone after his third and final orgasm of the night, which was a lot for him.

Hawk cleaned himself up before wiping Demetri down, leaving Reader for last as she seemed to enjoy Demetri's cum as a post-sex treat. Demetri whined as his soft cock was gently wiped down and the rag was tossed aside.

"You overdid it," Hawk laughed in his ear softly and Demetri swatted him away, face scrunching up in slight annoyance. "It's true."

Once they were cleaned up enough, Hawk got a fresh rag and wiped Reader's wet thighs and sensitive pussy. She gasped and watched him. He used his tongue to lap up some of Demetri's cum off her body, making eye contact with her as he did it. Her heart beat in her chest fast and hard, but she was too tired to do anything about it.

He followed his tongue with the rag and then grabbed the comforter off the floor, throwing it over her and Demetri before crawling under it on her other side. He threw an arm over her and cuddled up to her, then grabbed Demetri and pulled him in.

Before he could doze off, Reader's sweet voice break through the haze,

"Um... does this mean I'm, like, your girlfriend?" she asked, then quickly added, "Both of your girlfriend?"

"Only if you wanna be ours," he told her, then peppered kisses on her neck. "We'd be more than happy if you were apart of our relationship."

"Mmhmm," Demetri hummed, too tired to form words. Hawk was almost scared he'd fucked him dumb.

"Oh, okay," Reader said, smiling tiredly.

As she cuddled up to each of them, Hawk was assured that she was theirs. The details could be worked out in the morning.

[kenzirr]

The BAU team sat in their usual spot at the local coffee shop, enjoying a rare moment of relaxation. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of soft chatter filled the air. Spencer Reid sipped his coffee, his mind briefly at ease from the complexities of their latest case.

"Man, it's good to have a break," Morgan said, leaning back in his chair. "These last few weeks have been non-stop."

"Tell me about it," JJ replied, stirring her latte. "I can't remember the last time I slept for more than four hours."

"Well, at least we caught the guy," Rossi added, taking a sip of his espresso. "Sometimes it's nice to just enjoy the little things."

Spencer nodded, glancing at his friends. "You know, there's a study that shows taking short breaks can actually improve productivity. It helps to reset the brain and reduce stress."

Garcia chuckled. "Leave it to Reid to turn our coffee break into a lecture."

Spencer smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, I just find it interesting."

"Don't apologize, genius," Morgan said, patting Spencer on the back. "We love your brainy insights."

Hotch, who had been quietly sipping his coffee, joined in. "It's true, though. These moments are important. They keep us grounded."

Spencer nodded. "It's fascinating how social interactions can affect mental health. Even brief conversations can boost mood and improve cognitive function."

JJ laughed. "Always the scientist, Spencer."

Just then, the door to the coffee shop opened, and in walked Y/N. She scanned the room, her eyes quickly landing on the BAU team. She had heard about the legendary team and their brilliant, yet socially awkward genius, Dr. Spencer Reid. With a confident smile, she approached their table.

"Hey there," she said, her eyes locking onto Spencer's. "Mind if I join you?"

Morgan raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Not at all. I'm Morgan, and you are?"

"YN," she replied, taking a seat right next to Spencer. "And you must be Dr. Reid."

Spencer looked up, startled. "Uh, yes. Yes, I am. Nice to meet you, Y/N."

Y/N leaned in a bit closer, her smile dazzling. "I've heard a lot about you, Dr. Reid. Your work is really impressive."

Spencer blushed, glancing nervously at his teammates. "Thank you. It's... it's just part of the job, really."

Morgan chuckled. "Don't let him fool you, Y/N. Spencer here is a genius. He can read 20,000 words per minute and has an IQ of 187."

"Really?" Y/N's eyes widened in genuine admiration. "That's incredible. You must be a walking encyclopedia."

Spencer chuckled nervously. "I guess you could say that."

Y/N's smile widened. "Well, I'm impressed. So, Spencer, how about you and I grab a coffee sometime? I'd love to get to know you better."

Spencer's face turned a deeper shade of red. "Um, sure. That sounds nice."

The team exchanged amused glances, clearly enjoying Spencer's flustered state.

"Great," Y/N said, jotting down her number on a napkin and handing it to Spencer. "Call me."

Spencer nodded, taking the napkin. "I will."

As Y/N walked away, the team burst into laughter.

"Looks like Reid's got a date," Morgan teased.

Spencer smiled, his heart racing. For once, he didn't mind being the center of attention.

---

A few days later, Spencer nervously adjusted his tie in the mirror. He had agreed to meet Y/N at a local bar for their date, and his stomach was doing flips. Arriving at the bar, he spotted Y/N immediately. She looked stunning, her smile lighting up the room.

"Hi, Spencer," she greeted, giving him a warm hug.

"Hi, Y/N. You look amazing."

"Thank you. Shall we get a drink?"

They found a cozy corner and ordered their drinks, settling into a comfortable conversation. They talked about everything from Spencer's work with the BAU to Y/N's interests and hobbies. Spencer found himself relaxing as Y/N shared funny anecdotes and stories about her life.

"So, what made you decide to join the BAU?" Y/N asked, genuinely curious.

Spencer thought for a moment. "I've always been interested in understanding human behavior. Profiling criminals allows me to use that knowledge to help people and solve cases. Plus, the team is like a second family to me."

Y/N smiled. "That's really inspiring. It must be challenging."

"It is," Spencer agreed. "But moments like this, getting to know someone new, make it all worthwhile."

As the evening progressed, their initial nerves melted away, replaced by laughter and shared stories. By the time they left the bar, they were holding hands, their connection undeniable.

At Spencer's apartment, things quickly escalated. They couldn't keep their hands off each other, the chemistry between them sparking a passionate encounter.

[itsabouttimex2]

I think we need something wholesome: so uh anything LSO MK related cuz I found comfort in him

Comfort Food

(Made to pair with Let’s Start Over!MK)

The kitchen always smells so nice when MK is at the stove. The air is scented with spices and herbs, drifting through the house. The whole place feels cozy, even though it’s snowing pretty hard outside.

Most of the mountain monkeys have herded inside to weather the storm, lounging on your bed and toying around with your clothes.

“Clover,” your mentor calls, using a nickname born of your status as the fourth owner of the Ruyi Jingu Bang. “You want extra peppercorns?”

You nod, slow and noncommittal- there’s more important things on your mind right now, after all.

Lying beside a few of your happy little white-furred friends is, of all things… a tail. Yours, specifically. It had only grown in a short while ago, so there was still a sort of unease around using or even seeing the simian appendage… but the mountain monkeys were eager to “help” by grooming it to neatness by MK’s request.

MK turns to check on you and smiles, slowly relaxing his tense shoulders. He always calms down when he you’re safe and content, tucked in nearby and within eyesight.

Unlike the monkeys, who had found your tail amicable from the start, your mentor was a more… complicated case, to say the least. At first he had been shocked by his child student sprouting a brand new appendage, especially since nothing of the sort had ever happened to him.

But he had quickly gotten over that initial shock, which made him more than aware of how you feel. He glances over his shoulder at you again, before returning to the stove.

Are you questioning yourself the way he questioned himself?

“Almost done, bud!”

He’s spent a lot of time trying to keep your spirits up about the change.

The hero takes up a small bowl of finely ground peppercorn and stirs the powder into the boiling pot, then turns the heat up a little higher.

As he does, a monkey hops up onto the counter to try and swipe a pepper, only to be “swatted” away by a wooden spoon. Really, all MK does is lightly tap the monkey’s head with a gentle wrist flick, prompting a pouty chitter.

“Y/N, try getting him to come over to you- with only your tail.” A little task that would, hopefully, distract you.

“Monkie Knight, I’m not sure-“

“Ah ah ah! Just give it a shot, bud! A flick or two won’t hurt you or anybody else, right?”

Please do something that takes your mind off the worries that he knows are racing in your mind even in this moment of comfort.

With a nod, you slowly lift the still clumsy appendage, trying to beckon the gluttonous little furball back to the couch with the rest of his troop.

The little simian doesn’t move, instead cocking his head with confusion. He doesn’t know what you’re trying to do. The monkey looks at you and then MK, then back at you again, chittering.

MK is trying not to smile, covering his mouth as he watches. “Come on- use it like you would your hands. Try and coax him over there. You’re not just supposed to be “good” with monkeys- you are a monkey, kiddo.”

Like him. Gods, there’s finally another like him.

Sitting up to give a more spirited attempt, you jerk your tail around to insistently point at the monkey, then the spot beside you on the couch.

MK snorts, struggling hard to hold back an uncommonly heard rumble of laughter.

Do you know just how happy you make your dad mentor?

The monkey looks at you, then the spot… and suddenly, it clicks. He finally begins to move towards you, hopping up onto the couch. The monkey finally comes to understand your intent. With an “Ee-EE!” of excitement, the monkey scampers across the floor and jumps up onto the couch, immediately nuzzling his head against your cheek in affection.

“Oh, oh! He… he actually listened to me,” you call in happiness, your tail flicking about wildly and erratically. “Monkie Knight, look at him!”

A proud smile blooms across MK’a, clearly amused as hell. He leans over to watch the playful scene unfold, giving the pot one final stir before taking it off the oven.

“See? You’ve got a good handle on it. You’re a natural, bud.” The other monkeys notice their friend has gotten cuddles, and start chittering and clamoring to get your attention as well. They want to be loved, too.

Maybe those desperate feelings were a reflection of their caretaker’s own.

You work to pull as many of the little critters into your arms and tail as possible, excitedly scooping them up with little grace- sure enough, the monkeys are overjoyed with your efforts and you quickly have hold a heap of chattering and writhing fur. They’re crawling over each other to dote on you, some of them even climbing up your shoulders to get to your hair.

MK makes a short trek from the cozy kitchen and into the cozier living room, holding a steaming bowl of jajangmyeon in one hand, and a pair of smooth wooden chopsticks in the other.

Most of the monkeys hop off your body as your mentor sets the bowl and chopsticks on the table in front of you.

“Here, eat up. But be careful- I don’t want black bean sauce on your clothes.” He says, already imagining the stain it would leave. He doesn’t want to have to deal with the headache that clearing it would take. “Don’t burn your tongue, either. And don’t eat too fast.”

There’s an annoyed twinkle in your eyes at his fatherly fussing, looking at your mentor from the corner of your eyes while breaking the chopsticks cleanly.

“I’ll be fine- dad.”

You joke now- but MK is sure that he’ll hear you say that for real eventually.

One of his hands drifts to your head, mussing the hair with a large and scarred palm. For a moment there’s only the sound of your munching and his breathing, you focused on the noodles and him focused on the parental fantasy of taking complete control of your safety and welfare, of having you entirely rely on him.

It would take a while, but…

It’s the sort of thing he’s willing to wait for.

[simjaexy]

𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙈𝙚𝙚𝙩 | 𝙔.𝙅.

Pairing ⇀ Idol Bf! Yang Jungwon x Gn! Reader

Synopsis ⇀ You and Jungwon decided to have a date at the park.

Genre ⇀ Fluff

Notes ⇀ Jungwon has been bias wrecking me so I made a drabble.

Masterlist here

The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden glow over the park where you and Jungwon had decided to meet.

It was a rare evening where both of you had some free time, and you wanted to make the most of it.

As you hugged him, you noticed he had a bag with him, “What’s with the bag?” You asked.

Jungwon gave you a teasing smile, “Just for later.” He responded.

As you walked along the path lined with cherry blossom trees, Jungwon reached out and gently took your hand. His touch was warm and reassuring, and you felt a flutter in your chest.

“How has college been?” Jungwon suddenly questioned.

“It’s been nice, me and my friends planned on hanging out at the library to study.” You said. Jungwon hummed in response.

“What about you?” You said.

He looked at you with his cat like eyes, “I’ve been getting there with the members.” He responded. You giggled at his response.

You understand how hard working he’s been lately, so you don’t pressure him that often anymore.

You could tell that he’s tired, but he wanted to spend time with you as much as possible until their next comeback. You were grateful that Jungwon didn’t forget you.

The two of you strolled in comfortable silence, enjoying the beauty of the moment and each other's company.

Eventually, you found a cozy spot by the lake, where the water reflected the hues of the setting sun.

Jungwon spread out a blanket he'd brought along, and you both sat down, leaning against each other.

He pulled out a small box from his bag, revealing a selection of your favorite snacks.

"I thought we could have a little picnic," he said with a shy smile.

You couldn't help but smile back, touched by his thoughtfulness.

As you shared the snacks and talked about everything and nothing, the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble of happiness.

As the sky darkened and stars began to appear, Jungwon wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer. "I'm really glad we could spend this time together," he whispered. "It feels like everything is perfect when I'm with you."

You looked up at him, your heart swelling with affection. "Me too, Jungwon. This is perfect."

Under the starlit sky, you both felt an unspoken promise of many more beautiful moments to come.

The night grew cooler, and Jungwon noticed you shiver slightly. Without a word, he took off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders.

“I don't want you to catch a cold," he said softly, his eyes filled with concern.

"Thank you," you replied, snuggling into the warmth of his jacket. "You're always so thoughtful."

Jungwon's cheeks flushed slightly, and he looked away, a small smile playing on his lips. "I just want to make sure you're comfortable and happy."

You leaned your head against his shoulder, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. "You always do," you murmured.

As the evening went on, you both lay back on the blanket, gazing up at the stars.

Jungwon pointed out constellations, sharing stories and myths associated with them. His voice was soothing, and you found yourself getting lost in his words.

"Did you know," Jungwon began, "that some people believe if you see a shooting star and make a wish, it will come true?"

You looked at him, intrigued. "Really? Have you ever made a wish on a shooting star?"

He nodded, a distant look in his eyes. "I have. And some of those wishes have come true."

Just as he finished speaking, a shooting star streaked across the sky.

You both gasped in unison, and without thinking, you closed your eyes and made a wish.

When you opened them, you found Jungwon looking at you intently.

"What did you wish for?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You hesitated for a moment, then decided to be honest. "I wished for more moments like this with you."

Jungwon's eyes softened, and he reached out to gently cup your cheek. "I wished for the same thing," he admitted.

In that moment, it felt as though the universe had aligned just for the two of you.

The connection you shared was deep and undeniable, and you knew that this evening was something you won’t forget.

As the night wore on, you both reluctantly decided it was time to head back. Jungwon helped you up and packed away the picnic items.

Hand in hand, you walked back through the park, the cherry blossom trees now bathed in the soft light of the moon.

When you reached your house, Jungwon walked you to your door.

He paused for a moment, looking into your eyes. "Thank you for tonight," he said sincerely. "It was perfect."

"Thank you, Jungwon," you replied. "I had an amazing time."

He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Goodnight," he whispered.

"Goodnight," you echoed, watching as he walked away, a smile on your lips.

As you closed the door behind you, you couldn't help but feel that same feeling of warmth across your chest.

With Jungwon by your side, you knew that many more romantic evenings awaited.

[coupleoffanfics]

same person who said teehee(batfam related again xx)

so anyway!!!

you also mentioned that Selina likes y/n, and I seriously need a small drabble w their interactions! I bet that's why y/n likes cats so much! cause she was hanging out with Selina or with Selina in almost all her patrols hihihi

I hope you enjoy this anon. I just made them into HC, I hope you don't mind. Though if you aren't satisfied with it feel free to send another ask. 😊

Selina meets y/n when she takes the role of Batgirl. It's an average night for Gotham. Stealing jewels and whatever catches Selina's eyes. Then there's a little squabble with Batman.

She puts down her bag of stolen goods to fight. She is so focused on fighting with Batman that she almost doesn't notice the figure taking her bag and starts trifling though it. They take whatever they're looking for and place it back to where it belongs.

Batman and Selina are fighting while Batgirl! y/n is trying to put everything back to the way it was.

Oh, no there's some broken glass! Batgirl! y/n goes to the janitor's closet to grab a broom and sweeps up the glass. She might have pulled out the mop if she didn't notice an opening for her to strike.

The kick to the back didn't hurt Selina in the slightest, it just caught her off guard. Though Batgirl! y/n acts like she just stabbed Selina.

Blabbering about how she's sorry and hoped that it didn't hurt too much. But Selina fondly remembers how Batgirl! y/n admitted that she thought her cat ears looked cute.

After that they'll have little interactions every so often.

Maybe if they have a fight or something Selina will say, "You don't want to get hurt do you, Kitty?" Then young Batgirl! y/n smiles. Slightly puffs out her chest, "I'm no Kitty. I'm a Chickadee, that's what my Mama called me." Selina then just calls her Chickadee after that.

Young y/n finds out about Selina's real identity when at a Gala. She's probably goofing off with Tim or just sitting alone bored when she hears a familiar voice call her Chickadee.

She thinks it's a big secret knowing who Catwoman really is. Doesn't tell Bruce or even Tim even though they knew long before her. Thinks she hot shit with this information and believes she's just best friends with Selina than the other two. No, y/n you aren't supposed to befriend the criminals!

Honestly a few villains might hear about the little nickname y/n was giving and mock her. "What are you going to do about it, Chickadee?" She always pouts a little before saying, "You aren't allowed to call me that!"

If there was a big fight going on, Batgirl! y/n was severely injured Selina would jump in. Depending on how bad the injury is she'll either defend y/n from anymore harm or just kidnap her.

y/n wakes up in a cozy bed with some cats laying around her. She's convinced she's found haven. Spends the rest of the night with Selina as she introduces y/n to all her cats.

They just have a little soft spot for each.

y/n wants hugs. She's a touch starved goblin, but she's too scared to ask. Though if she just asked Selina, she'd gladly give her as many as she wanted.

At the start y/n isn't given too much "freedom" during patrols. She's still young, inexperienced, and not to mention she can be a bit innocent. Though when she has a few years under her belt, I could see Bruce begrudgingly letting her patrol on her own.

This isn't where the family neglect starts, so Bruce is pretty connected to her. Not to mention that Jason was probably still in the back of his mind.

I couldn't really see y/n being one to skip patrol duty. Too much of a goody-two-shoes to really do that. Though I could see Selina coming by to play around and distract her from her duty.

Selina could be doing this from boredom or wanting to see the girl relax. A kid shouldn't be so serious. They should be growing up and being care free. She'd also like for y/n to grow up and not become so brooding like her father. Though thankfully y/n is willing to entertain Selina from time to time.

If things are calm, they might sit in alleyways to pet stray cats while chatting. Their conversations are nothing serious and quiet mindless honesty, but it's nice.

They can both just take a breath and bask in the cuteness of the alley cats.

[gretavanlace]

Sugar II (part 2)

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: language, angst, Josh is perfect, angst, also maybe some angst

I’m so happy that you are all enjoying Sugar 2.0 as much as I am! I’ve missed this little world so much and it just makes me smile to know that you missed it too ❤️

Curled up into a tight ball under hotel room sheets, your mascara smudges across and stains the bleach-white pillowcases. And you might feel a little guilty about that if you could form a halfway coherent thought.

You’d expected a coworker, also dragged into town for this god forsaken conference, when you’d heard your name skittering across the marbled lobby floors. Turning to find Daniel, dripping in Greek God beauty and memories, had stolen the air from your lungs.

Quite literally, you had found it impossible to breathe for a few panicky moments as your eyes darted around in search of those that might be tagging along with him.

The warm, nostalgic feeling of stumbling across an old, dear friend had been overshadowed and twisted by fear…and a horrible, throbbing sadness; there was a time when this was your life…the last time anything had made any sense.

The overwhelming urge to sob in his arms had left you aching when he’d pulled you in for a bear hug. Somehow, his being so near had made home feel that much further away.

Take me to him. You’d wanted to beg Danny, clinging to his sturdy frame.

Now, you just want to run. To pack up your things in a hurry and flee the building as if it were engulfed in flames. You wish you were shoving your bag into an overhead compartment on a plane bound for anywhere that isn’t here.

This is too close. They are too close.

Three years it’s been, and he is still the first thing that weighs like sand on your mind when your eyes blink open in the morning…and your very last thought before they drift closed at night.

Has it really been three years? It doesn’t seem possible.

You think of Josh, too. Of course you do. But it is with a distant fondness for what you had. He is a pretty memory. A good memory. One you can recall easily, and with wistful affection. You can speak of him readily, with gentle sentiment. It was a great thing you had, and now it is no longer. Simple.

Jake.

You try so hard not to think of Jake, but he’s there all the time anyway. Cozied up inside your head like he owns the place, no matter how many times you’ve ordered him to vacate. He always was stubborn, and his memory has proven no different. There is a hole in your soul shaped exactly like him. Hardly a blip of light in your eyes; you left most of it there with him all those moons ago.

You could so easily satiate your searing need in some minuscule manner, via YouTube interviews, balcony seats at shows where you would stand no chance of being spotted. The wails of his guitar could pour from your speakers and right into your chest whenever it feels too hollow. You could fall asleep to samplings of his velveteen voice, rasping answers to questions floated from radio hosts and devour written pieces where he speaks so eloquently and with such reverence about his craft…

You could, but you don’t.

You do none of these things. It simply cuts too deeply.

Early on, you did. Tortured yourself as you sobbed and cried out in the night like a homesick child. Yes, in those early days, you’d punished your fractured heart and yearning mind with pain; sunk your teeth into and gnashed them together, fearful of letting go.

But you’ve found your way. Tripped clumsily along, patching together a new normal slowly. The diamond that rests upon your ring finger reminds you of that…and you feel sick with self loathing. Weeping in this strange bed over what used to be, while he waits at home for you, happily watering your plants and tending to the household chores. Loving you from a distance.

He sends you texts just to say he loves you, and so you’ll know you’re on his mind. To ask if you’d like him to pick up anything from the store so you won’t have to worry about it when you return home. To remind you that he adores you in a hundred little ways.

…and here you lie, in a bed that isn’t the one you share with him, chest caving in around your heart, squeezed up tight and longing for Jake.

Jake, Jake, Jake…always Jake. Why won’t he go away?

A knock, swift and sure, startles you out of your misery with a jolt.

You don’t plan to answer, that’s a given…you’re a mess, complete with a blotchy, tear streaked face, and swollen eyes…so you’re silent as you creep over to the door to have a peek through the peephole.

He looks angelic, waiting out there in the hall nervously fidgeting. His curls look like home and your fingers itch to touch them, innocently. Almost the same, and so different all at once, now closely clipped at the sides. He looks reminiscent of his younger self. A little like the Josh you’ve only ever known through pictures; the Josh before he swept into your life like a tornado of light and smiles. He always was so beautiful. So offbeat. So eclectically mishmashed together and esoteric.

It’s like spotting a twin flame that you never expected to see again. Like the dead has risen…

…and before you’re consciously aware of your actions, you’re sliding the lock and cracking open the door.

“Hello, sweet girl.” His voice is soothing, and weighed down heavy as it slams into your head and scrambles your brain.

“Josh,” is all you’re able to manage, stupidly.

“As beautiful as ever, mama.” He smiles, flashing that tiny gap in his teeth that used to make you weak.

“Now, listen,” he holds a hand up and then shoes away whatever notion he’s about to bring up, “Don’t you hold this against our dear Daniel…I know you didn’t want to see us,” he lowers his voice into a conspiring whisper, “but you should know, he’s become a terrible tattletale in your absence.”

Suddenly, you’re hyper aware of the fact that you’ve left him standing in the hall like an unwelcome stranger. Against your better judgment, you invite him in.

He’s careful not to touch you, mindful of overstepping in a way that’s so out of character for him it makes you feel unsteady.

“You really do look lovely, sweetheart.” He smiles, “A vision. I’ve missed you, my friend. I’ve missed you very much.”

‘My friend’ stings a little at first, but within a blink, it settles and feels right - you were always friends. Friends before it became love, friends while it was love…

The Josh you knew possessed a great many talents, and quick adaptability was listed among them. He allowed the fickle winds of life to toss him about like no one you’d ever known, and had an ever present and uncannily firm grasp on relationships, and an admiration for how they can shift and morph.

He also always was a cool liar when it was for the greater good. Some things clearly never change.

Nervously, you sweep a hand through your hair and blot your eyes with the backs of your hands, “Lovely my ass…c’mere.”

With little reservation, you tug him in close and fold your arms around him. An unexpected huff of a laugh escapes you when you feel his familiar warmth.

He hugs you back, long and hard, with a soft, “Hi, baby, hi.”

“How’d you find me, you stalker?” You joke tenderly as he sways your bodies back and forth. “I didn’t give Danny my room number.”

That chuckle of his that you’d buried in the past trots out to say hello, “A trip to the front desk was all it took. Have you forgotten the Kiszka charm so easily?”

“Uh-huh,” you roll your eyes, though you’re still wrapped up tightly together and he cannot see.

“Okay,” he concedes “the Kiszka charm and maybe a hundred tucked into a hand or two.”

How strange that you had begged Danny not to tell him; his embrace is blissful and you’ve missed him terribly.

Still, there is a phantom in the room with the two of you, and you know without a doubt that he feels it too.

When he pulls back, his hands slip down your arms to clasp around yours…and he sees it.

“Oh my, mama,” he tugs it up closer for inspection, “would you look at that. Going to the chapel, huh?”

“I—“ for some unknown reason, you pull your hand away and tuck it behind your back as though you’ve been caught in a shameful act.

He tilts his head, regarding you carefully “Can we sit?”

With a welcoming gesture, you usher him in further, and like the gentleman he’s always been, he opts for the chair and doesn’t mention the disheveled bed, or its wept upon pillows.

After you settle in respectively, there’s a long stretch of silence in which you both seem to just sort of sink into being in the same room together again. Finally, he breaks the ice.

“He can’t know you’re here. It won’t be like this,” he waves a finger back and forth between the two of you, indicating the ease in which you’ve reunited.

A choked sob threatens to breach your lips at the mere mention of him, and your hand darts up to press it back.

“And he certainly can’t know about that.” Josh points to your ring winking obnoxiously in the light.

“Of course,” you nod rapidly, blinking tears back. “Yes, of course not…but, is he…” falling silent, your gaze lands on your bare toes and stays there.

“Is he, what?” Josh’s voice is kind, and you are so grateful for it. “Okay? No, sweetheart. He’s very far from okay. I should lie for him, I know I should. He’s my brother…I should tell you he’s happy. Happier than he’s ever been.”

“Will you?” There is a desperate hope in your plea that makes you cringe inwardly. “Will you tell me he’s happy?”

His eyes, so like his twins, and so full of sorrow, watch you for such a long time you begin to squirm this way and that in your seat. “Sit still, mama…” he finally scolds with the tiniest wink to soothe your anxiety, “he’s happy. He’s fine. But best if you just steer clear, alright?”

“So he’s happy? Or you should lie, Josh? Which is it?” Why are you asking? You don’t want to know. It’s infinitely easier to swallow the lie. You can’t stand the thought of Jake broken still and riddled with the pain you know so well.

With a sigh, he avoids your gaze. “You know the answer to that already, it seems. Are you?” His eyes flick towards your engagement ring, “Happy, I mean? Are you?”

Now it’s your turn to lie, “Yes. Very.”

He nods, and then glances at the mascara glaring from your pillows like evidence at trial. “Yes, it would seem so.”

“Josh, I—“

“Look,” he cuts you off, stressing with urgency. “We’re only here for the night. Lay low if you can. He’s bad off, and to see you would level him. To see you with that,” he once again points out your ring, “Would kill him. You leaving…”

A shaking breath rattles his shoulders, “It wasn’t easy for either of us, but Jake? Jake is still in that hotel room you walked out of a thousand nights ago. He never left, sweet girl. He never fucking left…and as much as I know that it’s not your fault…”

He trails off in thought and then drags in a hitching hiss of air, “As much as I know it isn’t either of our faults, I still place all that blame right here, with you and me. I can’t watch him descend any further, alright? So just lay low until we’re gone. For me, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nod, a thousand questions beating like bird’s wings against the cage of your mind, “Yes, of course.”

Another lull slips in to visit until he shakes his head slowly, “How did I ever manage to get over you? You truly are beautiful. I’d almost forgotten…that’s heartbreaking.”

There is an innocuous lilt to his tone that warms your soul like cocoa with the fattest marshmallow bobbing along in the mug, and you feel your cheeks turn pink under his open, golden gaze.

“Me?” You laugh, “What about you, gorgeous? I love the hair.”

“Oh, you know,” he brushes his palms over the sides with a bashful shrug, “I let Sam trim it, scissors slipped…had to do something.”

“Still blaming Sam for all of life’s tragedies?” You laugh again. You always did laugh so freely with him, and you’ve missed it more than you ever allowed yourself to realize.

He scoffs with the faintest roll of his sparkling eyes “Obviously. That’s what the youngest is for, mama. You know this. And speaking of Samuel, you understand that Daniel will tell him, right? Those two might as well just get married and call it a day.”

Another giggle sounds out of you, “Don’t be jealous, Joshua. It’s unbecoming. Danny loves you, too…and Sammy I would say definitely considers you a solid acquaintance.”

“Yes, well, my acquaintance would be thoroughly crushed if he didn’t get the chance to at least say hello to you. Maybe later tonight? After the show?” He leans forward and toys with the beads swinging between his knees. “How would that be?”

“Only Sammy?”

He holds up two fingers, scout’s honor, “Only Sammy.”

You agree, and catch up a while longer until it’s time for him to take his leave, and you can’t help the confession that blurts out of your mouth without eloquence.

“You said he never left that hotel room,” you waver with bitten back tears. “It wasn’t…I don’t want you to think…it took me a very long time to leave that room, too.”

One last time, before the door closes behind him, his eyes linger on your pillow and the evidence of your tears, and then find yours, “Sweetheart, are you sure you’ve left it at all?”

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