#but who was he announcing his arrival to?

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Love Island: Episode 2

series masterlist

pairings: rafe cameron x fem!reader

words: 4.9k

warnings: cuss words

The fun and relaxed vibe the islanders had been building quickly shifts when the new arrival walks in.

“Woah! A girl!” Topper calls out from the kitchen, prompting a giggle from the newcomer as she approaches and greets him with a hug. Y/N, Sarah and Maddy exchange glances while Rafe, JJ and John B get off the daybed to meet the new girl. Rafe turns back to the girls with a teasing grin.

“Not coming?” He jokes, prompting them to get up. Y/N adjusts her dress, taking Maddy’s hand as they join the group.

“Why do I feel like she’s going to stir up some drama?” Y/N whispers, earning a snicker from Maddy.

“You’re probably right. My intuition’s saying the same thing.” Maddy replies as they follow the others. The islanders greet her warmly, introducing themselves with hugs.

“I’m Alyssa!” She announces with a bright smile. “Shall we head to the firepit? I’d love to get to know all of you!” She leads the way enthusiastically, the boys trailing after her while the girls hesitate before following.

As they all settle in, the boys begin asking Alyssa questions. It isn’t long before she glances around the group.

“Okay, so who’s coupled up with who?” She asks. Topper quickly wraps an arm around Sarah’s shoulders.

“I’m with Sarah.” He declares, as if staking his claim. Alyssa nods, her gaze shifting to Rafe, who is sitting beside Y/N.

“What about you? Rafe, right?” She asks. Rafe blinks, caught off guard.

“Uh, yeah. I’m, uh…I’m coupled up with Y/N,” He stammers making Y/N’s brows furrow slightly as Alyssa smirks.

“And how are things going between you two?” Alyssa presses, leaning forward slightly. Rafe glances at Y/N, seemingly searching for the right words.

“It’s still early days, but things are good.” Y/N answers when his silence lingers. The rest of the couples share their pairings as Alyssa nods thoughtfully. Later, the boys excuse themselves to let the girls chat with Alyssa.

“What’s your type?” Cleo asks curiously, making Alyssa pretend to think.

“Hmm…someone fit, with light eyes, that always gets me. Someone who’s fun but can have deep conversations too.” She pauses. “Rafe seems like that kind of guy.” She adds, causing the girls to exchange pointed looks. “Honestly, Rafe and Y/N seem like the it-couple here. They’re so close already and it’s only day two.” Maddy speaks up, making Y/N roll her eyes jokingly. Alyssa shruggs, undeterred.

“Well, like you said, it’s early days. His head could still turn.” She reveals, making the girls widen their eyes as they look at Y/N who turns to Maddie.

“Told you. Drama starter.” Y/N mutters to Maddy, who giggles, before turning back into conversation.

“Look, I’m not here to make seasonal girlfriends. I’m here to find love. If that means stepping on toes, so be it. You can’t expect to stay coupled up with the same person for weeks on end.” Alyssa leans back, addressing the group.

The girls exchange tense glances as Alyssa stands up. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to chat with the boys. See you around.” She walks away, her hips swaying exaggeratedly as she approaches the guys in the kitchen.

“Oh my god.” Sarah mutters.

“I was this close to punching her.” Kiara says through gritted teeth.

“She’s got some nerve.” Cleo adds. They all turn to Y/N, expecting a reaction.

“Aren’t you going to say something? She basically said she’s coming for Rafe.” Kiara presses, but Y/N only shrugs.

“Guys, it's still the second day. I…yeah, I have fun with Rafe already and there’s definitely something building there, but if his head is gonna turn, I can't help it.” She says, her voice casual, though there’s an underlying tension in her words.

“He’s not going to go for her.” Maddy says confidently and the others nod in agreement.

“Early days, Mads.” She tries to remind Maddy, but mostly says it as a reminder to herself.

The rest of the evening unfolds with Alyssa effortlessly mingling with the guys, laughing and chatting as she tries to make connections. When it’s finally time to wind down, the girls retreat to the makeup room, giggling and talking as they remove their makeup and change for bed. Alyssa, however, is in the bathroom, mid-skincare routine, when Rafe walks in wearing nothing but his boxers, ready to brush his teeth.

“Oh, hey.” He says casually, grabbing and wetting the bristles of his toothbrush. Alyssa smirks, letting her hair tumble free from her ponytail and running her fingers through it.

“Hey, Rafe.” She replies, her tone light and flirtatious. She leans against the counter, her gaze roaming over his defined chest and abs.

“You good? Having fun?” He asks, voice slightly muffled from toothpaste as he starts brushing his teeth.

“Yeah.” She answers, her smirk widening. “You guys are fun. Nice. And very good-looking.” Rafe chuckles, spitting into the sink before wiping his mouth with a towel. She steps closer, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger.

“So, what is it you said you do?”

“My family owns a construction and development company.” Rafe replies, his tone polite but detached. Alyssa nods thoughtfully.

“Do you have a type?” She asks, her bluntness catching him off guard.

“Uh…not really.” He says after a pause. “I guess I like someone I can have fun with, adventures, good banter, that sort of thing.” As he speaks, his thoughts drift to Y/N. If they could go far enough to explore whatever this chemistry between them has to offer.

“Oh my god, that’s exactly what I look for too!” Alyssa exclaims, her eyes lighting up. “So…would you say I’m your type?” Rafe glances at her briefly before shrugging.

“Uh, sure.” He replies nonchalantly, his tone devoid of enthusiasm, but Alyssa smirks.

“Good to know.” She murmurs.

Just then, the bathroom door opens and Y/N steps inside. She’s wearing a pink pajama set with delicate lace trim, her tank top and shorts hugging her frame perfectly. Her wide eyes flicker between them.

“Am I interrupting?” She asks quietly, fidgeting with the ring on her finger. Rafe straightens immediately, relief washing over him at the sight of her.

“No, no, not at all.” He assures her, stepping aside so she can reach the sink. Alyssa gives Y/N a slow, appraising look before humming softly.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to it. Nice talking to you, Rafe.” Without waiting for a response, she saunters out of the room. Y/N ties her hair back and begins washing her face. Rafe leans against the counter, watching her through the mirror.

“You okay?” He asks, his voice softer now and she nods, glancing at him with a small smile. Rafe’s chest tightens at her smile. He waits patiently as she finishes rinsing her face and grabs her toothbrush.

“What do you think of Alyssa?” She asks suddenly, catching him off guard. Rafe’s brows shoot up.

“Uh…she’s…okay?” He says hesitantly and Y/N raises an eyebrow, silently urging him to continue.

“She’s pretty.” He admits, shifting uncomfortably. “But there’s something missing. I just…I don’t think I could ever be attracted to her. Not in the same way as…” He trails off, his gaze locking with hers through the mirror. He closes his eyes, scratching the back of his neck, before finishing his sentence. “…you.”

Y/N’s eyes widen as she nearly chokes on her toothpaste. She turns away, coughing violently. Rafe immediately steps forward, gently rubbing her back.

“You okay? Want me to grab you some water?” He asks, concerned but she shakes her head, still coughing.

“No, no, I’m fine. Just…swallowed wrong.” She manages, her cheeks flushing as she spits into the sink. Rafe chuckles, leaning against the counter again as she wipes her mouth. His eyes drift over her, taking in her loose ponytail and her now-glowing, makeup-free face.

“What’s that?” He asks when she grabs a small jar from the counter.

“My moisturizer.” She explains, with a hoarse voice. “Do you want some?” Rafe nods, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Only if you do it.” He murmurs making Y/N laugh softly as she gestures for him to lean down. He crouches slightly, closing his eyes as her fingers gently glide over his face. Her touch is featherlight and Rafe exhales a deep breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

“That feels…really good.” He whispers. Y/N smiles, carefully working the cream into his skin.

“It’ll feel sticky at first, but it’s great for hydration. With all the sun we’re exposed to, it helps a lot.” She explains. When she finishes, Rafe glances in the mirror, noting the glow on his face.

“Looks good.” He says, turning back to her. His eyes linger as she adjusts her tank top strap and his jaw tightens at the sight of her effortless beauty.

“Ready to head downstairs?” He asks, clearing his throat and Y/N nods, leading the way to the bedroom. They settle into their respective sides of the bed, adjusting the covers. Y/N shifts slightly, her leg brushing against his and Rafe’s breath hitches.

As the rest of the islanders head to bed and the lights dim, Rafe props himself on one elbow, watching Y/N as she faces him. He brushes a strand of hair away from her face.

“You don’t have to worry about her, you know.” He whispers, making Y/N hum softly in question, her eyes meeting his.

“Alyssa.” He clarifies. “I like what we have and I want to see where it goes. However long or short that is.” His fingers twist a strand of her hair as he speaks, his voice barely audible. Y/N smiles, her arm draping over his torso in response. Rafe mirrors her smile, pulling her closer. He presses a gentle kiss to her forehead, the warmth of her body lulling him into a peaceful sleep.

The next day moves at a slower pace compared to the earlier ones. The girls lounge by the pool, gossiping about the boys as they work out and relax around the villa. Rafe and Y/N find a quiet moment together, stretched out on the couch under the terrace, getting to know each other better.

“Do you have any hobbies?” Rafe asks, his eyes closed as Y/N’s nails lightly trace along his arm, the touch comforting them both.

“Uh…I dance. I paint. And I read a lot too.” She reveals, her voice soft but genuine.

“Creative, aren’t you?” He teases, a smirk tugging at his lips, making her chuckle lightly.

“What can I say?” She teases, making him laugh along.

“What kind of dancing do you do?” His curiosity is evident and her touch doesn’t falter as she answers.

“I do some hip-hop, some contemporary too but mostly heels dancing.” She admits casually, catching him by surprise.

“Heels dancing? How does that even work?” He asks, raising a brow in disbelief.

“It’s this really sexy, technical style of dance in stilettos. It can be very challenging, but it’s so beautiful.” She explains, her face lighting up with enthusiasm as she talks about it. Rafe can’t help but admire the way she glows when she speaks about the things she loves.

“That sounds…I mean, I’ve got to see that.” He teases, grinning at her reaction.

“We’ll see about that.” She murmurs, looking away bashfully.

“Don’t get shy on me now.” He prods. “I bet you’re incredible at it. Especially that kind of dance.” Her nails pause briefly as she looks at him.

“You really think so?”

“I do.” He says earnestly. “And I’d love to see you dance. Anytime.” Her lips curl into a smile.

“Okay.” She whispers, agreeing softly.

Their quiet moment is interrupted by the sharp ping of a phone notification. Gasps ripple through the villa and Y/N sits up quickly, exchanging wide-eyed glances with Rafe as he follows her lead.

“Yeah? You’ll actually let me?” He presses, slightly surprised, but her soft laugh and nod are all the confirmation he needs. He grins, satisfied, before pulling his sunglasses back on and laying back down on the couch.

“I got a text!” Alyssa’s voice rings out, full of excitement. Y/N rises from the couch and glances toward the pool, where some of the girls chill in, Rafe instinctively placing a hand on her shoulder as he trails behind her.

“Alyssa, tonight you get to couple up with a boy of your choice, leaving a girl single and vulnerable. #maketherightchoice #steppingontoes.” Alyssa grins, reading the message aloud. Her excitement is palpable, while the rest of the girls exchange uneasy looks. The boys huddle nearby, their murmurs growing louder. Y/N glances at Rafe, the pit in her stomach tightening.

“I’m…I’m gonna go talk to the girls.” She mutters, her voice low. Rafe nods slowly.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll see you later.” He says, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze before letting her go. His eyes follow her as she walks toward Maddy and Sarah, her bikini accentuating every curve.

“I feel like I’m gonna throw up.” Sarah groans as Y/N sits down beside her.

“Did you see how thrilled she was to read that? She doesn’t care about any of us.” Maddy snaps, glaring toward Alyssa.

“Y/N, what’s on your mind?” Sarah asks, noticing the tension on her face.

“I…I don’t know. It’s just…I can’t control who she’s going to pick. And if it’s Rafe…” She pauses, taking a deep breath. “Yeah, I’ll be pretty bummed.” Maddy shakes her head firmly.

“He won’t give her a reason to pick him. He likes you, Y/N. It's obvious.” Before Y/N can respond, Alyssa’s high-pitched voice cuts through the villa.

“Rafey! Can I chat with you?”

Y/N stiffens, glancing over as Alyssa grabs Rafe’s arm. He looks confused but doesn’t protest. He turns back briefly, as if to gauge Y/N’s reaction, but she’s already averting her gaze. With a sigh, he lets Alyssa lead him to a secluded couch far from the others.

“Spoke too soon.” Y/N mutters under her breath, her fingers fidgeting with her ring as she tries to suppress the unease bubbling in her chest.

“Don’t do this to yourself.” Maddy insists. “Rafe likes you. A chat doesn’t mean anything.”

Meanwhile, Alyssa is pouring on the charm as she talks to Rafe, her fingers twirling a strand of hair.

“When was your last relationship?” She asks, her tone dripping with fake sweetness. Rafe shifts uncomfortably, avoiding her gaze.

“Over a year ago.” He says flatly.

“Was it a bad breakup?” She presses, leaning in closer and Rafe’s jaw tightens.

“That’s none of your business.”

“Relax, it’s just a question.” Alyssa replies with a low chuckle, her eyes shamelessly scanning him. “You work out, don’t you?” He nods curtly, barely holding back his irritation. Alyssa laughs softly at her own comment, but Rafe is already tuning her out. His thoughts drift back to Y/N. He can’t wait to walk away from this pointless conversation and return to her.

In the kitchen, Y/N is slicing fruit for a smoothie when Pope joins her, sliding onto a nearby stool. His eyes flick toward where Rafe and Alyssa are seated.

“They’ve been talking for a while.” He notes casually. Y/N glances in their direction briefly before returning her attention to the fruit. Her hands move quickly, but her grip on the knife is noticeably tense.

“Are you okay?” Pope asks gently. “Maybe…put the knife down for a second?” Startled, Y/N looks at her trembling hand and sets the knife aside with a sigh.

“I’m fine. Just…you know.” She struggles to explain, but Pope nods knowingly.

“I get it. My ex, she was gorgeous.”

“She’s not dead, Pope.” Y/N quips, cracking a small smile despite herself and he laughs.

“Fair. But yeah, she always got a lot of attention. And I’m not the jealous type, well, I try not to be, but it got to me sometimes.”

“I’m not jealous. I’m just…worried.” Y/N admits.

“That’s fair.” Pope says thoughtfully. “But even if things don’t go as planned, you’ll find someone who’s perfect for you.” He pauses, smirking. “Maybe he’s closer than you think.” Y/N chuckles, shaking her head as Pope blushes.

“Thanks, Pope. I appreciate it.” She says warmly before turning back to her smoothie.

“Hey.” Rafe says casually, drawing both of their gazes. Cleo smirks, rising from her seat.

As the sun dips below the horizon, the villa comes alive once again, music and laughter weaving through the air. Islanders mingle, drinks in hand, their conversations buzzing with energy. Y/N sits with Cleo on the daybed, both of them laughing loudly as they chat, until he approaches.

“I’ll leave you two to do your little Bluetooth thing.” She teases, waving a hand between them. Y/N rolls her eyes, the corners of her lips twitching in amusement.

“See you later, boo.” Y/N murmurs as Cleo leans down to kiss her cheek, then walks away with a knowing grin. Rafe takes her place, kneeling on the daybed before sitting down beside Y/N.

“You okay?” He asks, his voice soft as his eyes fall to her hands, which are busy twisting the rings on her fingers.

“Yeah.” She whispers, but her tone betrays her. Rafe frowns slightly and reaches for her hand, his touch gentle.

“Be honest. Did I do something? You’ve been...distant. Earlier, we were good. Did I say something stupid?” Y/N lifts her head, her eyes meeting his briefly before she shakes her head.

“No, no, you didn’t do anything. It’s just...I...” She trails off, struggling to find the words.

“You can tell me. Whatever it is, I want to know.” He squeezes her hand, his voice steady and comforting. Y/N exhales deeply.

“Alyssa.” She finally murmurs. “She...I’m worried.” Rafe shakes his head immediately.

“You shouldn't be.” He says.

“I mean, I get it…it's pretty early to close things off or anything and of course I'm not gonna ask you to do something like that. It's just…I like…how we are. The vibes, the talks, everything. And…I wanna explore this. But I can't help and worry. You know?” She explains and he nods understandingly.

“Yeah, I get it. And for the record, I do like how things are going too. But…I'm not interested in her.” He assures her, his voice firm. She exhales softly, the tension in her shoulders easing.

“Okay.” She whispers. “But…what if-”

“She's not gonna pick me. I made it pretty clear that I'm not interested in her. Okay? Can you trust me on this?” He asks, grabbing her hand to reassure her. Her fingers tighten around his as she nods, her eyes meeting his. For a moment, everything else fades away. Her breath hitches when his gaze drops to her lips, but the moment is broken by the sharp ping of a phone. Y/N pulls back slightly, her eyes darting to the kitchen where Topper is staring at his screen.

“I got a text!” He announces. “Can all islanders gather at the firepit? #shitisabouttogodown #stealingtime.”

The group buzzes with chatter as they move toward the firepit. Rafe helps Y/N to her feet, keeping her hand in his as they walk. Just before they arrive, he gently tugs her closer.

“We’re going to be okay.” He murmurs, his arm slipping around her waist as he leads her to sit down beside him.

The tension in the air is thick as everyone waits, nerves on edge. Another phone ping sounds and all eyes turn to Alyssa, who smirks as she stands, her phone in hand.

“Alyssa, it’s time for you to choose which boy you want to couple up with.” She reads aloud, stepping forward. The girls exchange uneasy glances, but Y/N keeps her focus on the fire.

“This wasn’t an easy decision.” Alyssa begins, her tone practiced. “I didn’t have much time to think and I’m not sure if it’s the right choice. But this boy made me feel welcome and I really enjoyed the banter we shared. And I think there's more to explore with him.”

“The boy I want to couple up with is...” She pauses, the silence stretching. Sarah glances nervously at Y/N, Kiara’s leg bounces restlessly and Cleo suppresses a yawn.

“Rafe.”

Y/N feels her chest tighten at the reveal, her heart sinking.

“Oh my god.” Maddy whispers. Rafe looks at Alyssa, stunned, before turning to Y/N, whose face is unreadable as she stares into the flames. Alyssa steps closer, extending her hand to Rafe. He rises reluctantly, not touching her, his gaze fixed on Y/N.

Another ping breaks the silence. Y/N picks up her phone with trembling hands.

“Y/N, you are now single.” She reads quietly. “But don’t worry, the best is yet to come. #itsokayboo #troubleinparadise.” Sarah and Maddy immediately move to her side, guiding her away from the firepit. Rafe steps forward, trying to follow, but Cleo blocks him.

“Give her some time, pretty boy.” She says firmly, following the group with Kiara.

“What the fuck just happened?” JJ mutters, staring into the firepit as the others look on in stunned silence.

In the kitchen, the girls gather around Y/N on the couch, their faces etched with concern.

“How are you feeling?” Sarah asks cautiously and Cleo elbows her.

“What kind of question is that? Obviously, she feels like shit.”

“Cleo!” Maddy snaps, before turning back to Y/N. “Is there anything we can do to help?”

“I’m fine.” Y/N lies, twisting her ring anxiously.

“Don’t do that.” Kiara says softly, kneeling in front of her. “It’s okay to be upset.” Y/N exhales shakily.

“He told me not to worry. That he made it clear to her he wasn’t interested. He said she wouldn’t pick him. And yet...here we are.” The girls all stare at her with sympathy, wanting to comfort her. Before the girls can respond, Rafe’s voice cuts in.

“Can we talk?” He asks.

“She doesn’t want to talk to you,” Kiara snaps, her tone icy.

“Fuck off.” Sarah adds sharply.

“All men do is lie.” Cleo mutters, shoving him back. Rafe stumbles and sighs, his eyes glued on Y/N who looks at Maddy on the other side. Maddy rubs her back as she stares back at her.

“Please.” Rafe says desperately, his eyes fixed on Y/N. “I didn’t know she’d do this. Y/N, come on.” Y/N finally looks up at him, her voice steady but cold.

“She wouldn’t have chosen you if you hadn’t given her a reason to.”

“I didn’t!” Rafe exclaims, frustration coloring his voice. “I told her I wasn’t interested!”

“Yeah, right.” Y/N retorts. “I don’t want to hear it, Rafe. You made me trust you and now you’ve ruined it.”

“She didn’t misunderstand.” Alyssa interjects smugly, crossing her arms.

“I didn’t mean to betray your trust…upset you. I meant it when I said that I'm not into her. Okay? I don't know, she…she must have misunderstood.” He exclaims, Alyssa and the boys following her.

Rafe turns to her, frustration evident in his furrowed brows, but before he can say anything, Y/N stands abruptly from the couch and heads inside the villa. The group shifts their attention to Rafe and Alyssa.

“Alyssa, what do you mean?” Sarah asks, adjusting her dress.

“I mean, Rafe was being nice to me, flirting, even. He never said he was closed off or that he wasn’t interested.” Alyssa claims, her voice laced with confidence. Rafe exhales sharply, rubbing a hand down his face.

“Alyssa, I’m not interested in you. And I wasn’t flirting. I was just being polite. That’s it.” His tone is firm, and Alyssa stiffens at his words. “I like Y/N.” He continues, his voice unwavering.

“I like how things are with her. Yeah, it’s early and she said we should keep our options open, but I’m not keeping them open for you.” With that, he turns on his heel and walks away, leaving everyone stunned, including Alyssa.

Upstairs, Y/N sits on the terrace, absentmindedly twisting a ring on her finger as her eyes glimmer. The soft click of the door closing behind Rafe makes her glance up.

“Can we please talk?” He asks, his voice quiet, almost hesitant. She nods and he steps closer, settling beside her.

“Don’t shut me out.” He pleads. “Yell at me if you have to. Just…don’t shut me out.” Y/N sighs, her gaze dropping to her hands.

“I shouldn’t be upset. We never said we were exclusive and it’s still early. But…when she said you made her feel welcome, that she wanted to explore something with you, it frustrated me. Because you told me you weren’t interested. That you made it clear to her.”

“I did make it clear.” Rafe insists. “I swear, I never meant to give her the wrong idea.” She exhales shakily.

“Trust is a big thing for me, Rafe. And it’s not easy for me to just-” She stops, her voice trailing off. Rafe reaches out, resting a reassuring hand on her thigh.

“I know I messed up. I should have been more direct with her.” His thumb brushes against her skin in a soothing motion. “I get it if you’re upset. You have every right to. But I want to make this up to you, to prove to you that I like you, Y/N. That I’m in this.” His voice softens. “I can’t promise I won’t screw up again, because, honestly? I can be kind of an idiot.” A small laugh escapes her lips and Rafe grins.

“But I can promise to try for you.” He finishes, the sincerity in his eyes catching her off guard. She leans in slightly and he takes the hint, cupping her face gently. Her eyes flicker to his lips.

“I don’t want you to feel obliged to choose me.” She murmurs. “I love spending time with you, but I don’t want you turning people down just because of me or because you think you have to.”

“Just…let's see where this takes us? Okay?” She asks and Rafe doesn’t answer. Instead, he closes the distance, pressing his lips to hers. She stiffens for half a second before melting into him, the kiss soft yet charged. When they finally pull apart, Rafe’s lips curl into a small smile.

“Promise me you won’t shut me out.” He whispers. “I need to hear you. Even if it’s just to tell me I’m being a dumbass.” She rolls her eyes playfully.

“Okay, Rafey.” The moment the nickname leaves her lips, Rafe tenses. He swallows hard.

“Wh-what?” His voice comes out rougher than expected. She smirks.

“It’s not ridiculous.” He mutters under his breath, making her brows lift in confusion.

“Oh, that ridiculous nickname Alyssa called you earlier.” She rolls her eyes, grinning.

“Oh? My bad, I didn’t realize you actually liked it-”

“No, no.” He interrupts quickly. “I don’t mean that. I just-” He hesitates, then exhales. “I don’t like it when she says it. But…when you say it? I don’t mind.” Y/N tilts her head, amused.

“Oh? Good to know.” A knowing smile tugs at her lips as she leans back and Rafe watches her, shaking his head with a quiet chuckle.

Under the night sky, they sit together in comfortable silence, the tension between them slowly fading into something lighter, something undeniable.

Later that night, as the islanders get ready for bed, Y/N heads downstairs and immediately notices the newly added bed in the room, her name plaque resting on top. She sighs softly, slipping under the covers and getting comfortable. Maddy walks past, pausing just long enough to press a quick kiss to her forehead before heading to her own bed. Moments later, JJ strolls by and stops beside her, smirking.

“You know, Maddy wouldn’t mind me joining you.” He teases. Y/N rolls her eyes, fighting back a smile.

“Go to bed, J.” She says and JJ shrugs.

“Well, I offered.” He exclaims before wandering off. Soon after, Rafe makes his way to his own bed, only to pause when he notices the name plaque on it has changed. His gaze sweeps the room until he spots her. Without hesitation, he walks over, leans down and presses a kiss to her lips before she can react.

“I’m gonna miss you tonight.” He murmurs, his lips still grazing hers. From across the room, Topper and Sarah holler in amusement, making Y/N giggle. She playfully pecks Rafe’s lips once more.

“You mean you’re gonna miss me hogging the blanket?” She teases.

“Oh, 100%.” He deadpans. “I love waking up in the middle of the night freezing while you’re wrapped up like a human burrito.” She laughs, giving him a gentle push.

“Go to your bed.” She murmurs. Rafe smirks, backing away slowly before finally climbing into his bed, conveniently positioned across from hers. He doesn’t take his eyes off her, watching as she shakes her head and turns to chat with Cleo.

Then, Alyssa enters the room. The energy shifts as everyone’s attention flickers toward her. Without saying a word, she moves to her bed and lies down, keeping to the very edge. She doesn’t look at Rafe. Doesn’t speak to anyone.

“Goodnight, everyone!” Kiara calls from across the room, sparking a chorus of sleepy goodnights as the lights dim. Just as the room falls into silence, Rafe’s voice cuts through the darkness.

“Oh, hey, Y/N!” She furrows her brows, cheeks instantly warming, nervous for what to come out of his mouth.

“W-what?”

The entire room seems to hold its breath, waiting for whatever he’s about to say.

“For the love of God and for my sake, please don’t dream of Captain America tonight.” He jokes. Laughter erupts, filling the space. Y/N grins, grabbing her pillow and launching it across the room. It hits Rafe with a muffled thud, making him groan. As the laughter fades and the room settles, Y/N exhales softly, sinking into her bed.

Maybe Rafe was right. They’re going to be okay.

to be continued...

A/N: a little late valentine's day gift for you guys, hehe

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[monstroysters]

Identity theft's a crime; up to 15 years in prison. Requires the end of a life to establish another. Pointedly frowned upon in most circles for very good reasons even beyond the risk of a loved one experiencing the grief of Finding Out. Whatever unconscionable amount of Saturday morning cartoon aesops had long affirmed that the glue which held society together against being torn apart by undue crime was a 'if you know something, say something' mindset. Yet, here you were, doing everything but.

Despite yourself, you hadn't told anybody about what you think had happened to Brad. You hadn't told anybody about when he suddenly came home sans packing from a 'week-long siesta trip' that he inexplicably hadn't even deigned to leave a note on the fridge about. Now, Brad was an ass, the type to shirk the dishes, punch holes in the drywall over Silver in Siege and listen to music without headphones on; but he understood Roommate Etiquette 101. His marked attempts at establishing his own 'brohood' belied the fact he was smart enough to know you don't scare the person who's helping with paying for your room and board. You were friends, rather acquaintances in so far as one is when living together with someone, so not actually - you were both phantoms lingering in the other's wary periphery.

Brad was not a man to announce his arrival with a little smile and a 'Hey my roomie buddy, I'm home'. The kind of smile and tone of voice which held that kind of earnest warmth usually reserved for a long-term lover established to your mind from the contour of their bones to the taste of their lips. You hadn't said anything back when he'd showed up home again. You didn't say anything after, either. If you, hypothetically, ignored your amygdala throwing out warning signals and figured everything was normal, the Brad you knew would have gotten pissy about you acknowledging his behavior. If you trusted your brain, as you had, not saying something was a survival tactic. The brain liked those, and so did you. You Fancied being Alive and Whole, and if the situation was actually Like That-

Unlike how the real deal, the real Brad would have, he never pressed the matter. Things quickly fell back into an now eerie normalcy strangely quickly. No Missing Persons reports showed up in the news for you that you could catch him out on. No viral social media posts about roommates, spouses, partners or friends behaving unlike themselves to confirm you weren't just paranoid about your roommate's sudden change of heart. There never came up a reason to doubt him when he said he'd come back from visiting friends or family. You never had to remind him when the bills were due. What slips of the guise you managed to catch, the stray cephalopodic appendage frustratedly grabbing at something out of the reach of his arms or the extra row of molars puffing out his cheeks when he yawned told all truths. At that point, though, you'd grown oddly accustomed. Maybe, so had he.

Whatever he was, Brad had done something to Brad. Even if you knew what, you weren't in a position to say anything if you wanted your head to remain on your shoulders. As things looked, as things were, you didn't have a reason to say anything because nobody had any reason to believe you, if you even got that far. You'd humored the thought that he knew that, too, and that was why he'd grown so comfortable around you. Comfortable enough that he shared your tiny couch with you without any ego-preserving barbs sent your way, and always asked what toppings you want on the pizza. It was an awful thing, you knew but you had no reason to call him out, whether for your own safety or for preserving this weird new status quo. Things were better this way, and the thought frightened you far more than the entity you shared a condo with.

Your “friend” has been replaced by a doppelgänger. You aren’t sure where it came from or what it is under the disguise. But you know one thing; you prefer it over the original.

[nachrosas]

Stars, Planets and Hugs | s.reid x reader

summary: in which Olivia asks you and Spencer to help her with a science project. pairing: spencer reid x reader content warnings: fluff, just pure fluff word count: 844 a/n: another dad!spencer drabble! hope you guys like it!

The apartment's living room was soon filled with the sound of paper being torn up with a certain enthusiasm. Sitting on the floor was little Olivia, her brow furrowed as she analyzed the instructions for the school assignment her science teacher had given her.

“A model of the solar system… blah, blah, blah…” she muttered, her eyes jumping from line to line until they suddenly lit up. “I know!”

Spencer, sitting on the sofa with a book on his lap, looked up when he heard the excited tone in her voice.

“You know what, Chérie?”

Olivia jumped to her feet, clutching the page as if it were a lost treasure.

“We won't need to make a model! We'll be the solar system!”

Spencer blinked a few times, still trying to understand what his daughter had said, but showing sincere interest. Before he could reply, you, who was passing through the room with a cup of tea, stopped in mid-stride as soon as you heard her words.

“Wait… what do you mean 'being' the solar system, Baby?” you asked, taking a seat next to Spencer.

Your daughter smiled broadly.

“We're each going to be a planet! It's going to be an interactive presentation!”

Spencer raised an eyebrow, slowly closing the book.

“That's a great idea, Chérie.”

The little girl clapped her hands excitedly before pointing at him with conviction.

“You're going to be Mercury, Daddy, because you're the fastest and the smartest.”

“Technically, Mercury isn't the fastest in terms of rotation, but…” Spencer began his explanation but was soon interrupted.

“Daddy!” 

He raised his hands and laughed in surrender. “All right, all right. I'll be Mercury.”

Olivia turned to you with a determined look. “Mom is the Sun, because she's the center of my universe!”

Your heart warmed instantly. You smiled, bending down to kiss her forehead.

“I accept that title very warmly, baby.”

“And I'm Pluto!” she announced proudly.

Spencer opened his mouth to question, but the little girl raised a finger in the air, stopping any possible rebuttal.

“He still matters!”

You let out a hearty laugh and looked at Spencer, who sighed theatrically before fixing her daughter's hair.

“I can't argue with that.”

Olivia jumped up and down excitedly. “That means we're going to need costumes!”

And so the mission of the most special solar system in the galaxy began.

The living room had been transformed into a space stage. A poster decorated with the title Our Solar System was stuck to the wall, while cushions lined up on the floor marked out the orbits of the planets.

Olivia, wearing a blue-grey sweatshirt with little drawings of stars on it, held the television remote control as if it were a microphone.

“Welcome to our very own journey through space!” she announced enthusiastically, looking at you and Spencer, her only but delicate spectators. “Let's start with the fastest planet: Mercury!”

Spencer, standing next to his daughter, wore a light gray shirt and held a bicycle helmet that she insisted he wears to “look more spacey”.

“Mercury is the closest planet to the Sun and only takes 88 days to complete an orbit! It also has an extreme temperature difference between day and night, reaching 430 degrees Celsius during the day and -180 at night. And…”

“Daddy…” the little girl interrupted, pointing the controller at him. “Remember I'm the teacher today?”

You laughed softly as you saw Spencer make a zipper gesture with his mouth, containing his enthusiasm.

“Sorry.”

Olivia, satisfied with her father's performance, regained focus and called the next planet — which she cleverly explained was not a planet but a star! As you spun slowly in place, a smile crept up your sides. Finally, the part the little girl had been looking forward to arrived.

She turned dramatically towards you, placing a hand on her chest.

“And now… the most wronged planet of all! The one that was called 'not a planet' in 2006, but still matters: Pluto!”

Spencer opened his mouth to argue, but Olivia raised her hand, like a judge imposing order.

“Let's not discuss it, Dad. Pluto may be small, but it has a big heart! Literally! It has a heart-shaped ice formation on the surface! It's super cool! And it even has moons! So I think it should stay a planet because no one can convince me that a place with a giant heart isn't special.”

You clapped your hands enthusiastically, while Spencer, with a proud smile, also gave in and applauded.

“That was a very well-presented argument, Doctor Pluto.”

She made an exaggerated curtsy and then ran up to you, throwing her arms around both of you.

“I love you! My solar system wouldn't be the same without you two. You're the best parents and planets in the whole universe!”

You kissed the top of her head, feeling Spencer do the same soon after.

“And we'd be nothing without our little rebel planet.”

Olivia laughed, tightening her embrace.

At that moment, it didn't matter if Pluto was a planet or not. To you, it always would be.

[tilleternitydouspart]

🏫 Walking Amongst Monsters But I'm Just Here To Learn! 🏫

Starting a new school is never easy, Leaving behind a familiar routine and starting over is nerve wreaking to say the least...Especially if your new school only accepts monsters and creatures.

Your Grandpa (Bless his heart) was a retired teacher from Darkwood Academy who got you the interview for the school, Causing a ruckus amongst staff members who were against the idea of a mere human joining the ranks of elite students.

Between the endless back and forths, You were caught up in the middle, Brought in on the last day of the debate to argue on wither they should let you, A mere human into the school.

Fidgeting with your skull bracelet and taking a deep breath you explained, About being afraid walking home in case someone from your school followed you and did harm to you, The bruises, The black eyes you received and because the person responsible for it had a rich dad who could just throw money at the principal, Having panic attacks in the toilet and staying there until the end of the day because you know they were waiting for you.....

Teardrops were falling onto the ground, You couldn't control it. Silence filled the room as your father and mother rushed towards you, Knocking the guards into the corners of the room and held you in a loving embrace.

Needless to say that a letter arrived soon after, Inviting you to start attending the school.

Back to school shopping was tedious as your Mother and Aunt took you to the school supplies, Commenting on hacks to make it look like you were a studious student she saw online and trying not to cringe at the obviously fake ones. (You hadn't the heart to tell them)

The first day of school always made your heart flutter, Nearly falling out of the bed in excitement, Having a moment of sadness in the shower and finally acceptance as your family sat around the table, Giving you confidence boosting hugs and kisses.

Waving goodbye to your family as you stepped into the taxi, Your mother had to hold your father back as he broke down crying, Wanting to be by your side in order to protect you.

The journey to the school was short but sweet, Arriving at the gates in record time as your taxi driver announced you had arrived. You smiled, Thanking the driver as you gave him a tip, Leaving him shocked as you walked towards the school, Aware of the stares already.

Students already inside stopped their conversations, Watching you walk the halls in pure disbelief as you politely smiled back and gave a wave, Reaching the principal's office as you gave a small knock on the door.

By 9:00 the entire school knew about the new student that was a human and by 10:00 they were captivated by you, Your timid posture, The kindness of your voice when you offered them one of your brand new pencils free of charge.

(By the end of that lesson, Multiple students piled on top of that poor naga, Wanting that pencil for themselves)

Some students were wary of you, Who could trust the authenticity of those rumours until they ran into you in the library, Struggling to reach one of the big books as you stood desperately on your tippy toes causing their hearts to blow up.

As Lunchtime approached, Students were racing to the cafeteria for a chance to sit beside you or to have even a glance. For the first time in a long time, You felt pure happiness in school, Making fast friends and walking to classes, Struggling to contain your laughter.

Once the final bell of the day rang, Your family wasted no time surrounding you, Asking about your day, Offering to help with homework and started to walk you towards the car as the students lingered around the entrance, Watching as you talked to your family, Hugging your younger siblings as the car drove away.

Needless to say, It was just the beginning of an eventful school year.

[officialbruciewayne]

Say their names. List all your babies, Alfred had asked, and Bruce did as his father said- starting with Duke and finishing with Dick, as if unthreading the tapestry of his life. Recalling their arrivals in reverse.

He was still murmuring as he was taken to the ambulance, fading out somewhere between Steph and Tim.

The essential thing had been the oxygen; between the trauma to the lung and progressive hæmorrhage, his cells had been starved of air. Then fluid replacement. Then six gruelling hours of surgery repairing the partial aortic dissection, and the lower left lung resection.

There was an analogy to carrion birds that was a little too on the nose, with reporters watching for an announcement one way or another. The last word had been that Tim Drake was being kept for observation.

In the hours between the shooting and the present, wildfire rumours burned online.

It was reported as a hostage situation gone tragically wrong. Conspiracy theorists speculated it might have been a targeted hate crime. The Gala had been fundraising for the queer community; both Wayne and Drake had been seen dating men. Or perhaps it had been a target specific to Wayne Enterprises. Someone looking to exploit key members of the company. Or was this more personal? A family matter?

The shooters were- depending on who you asked -working for business rival Oswald "The Penguin" Cobblepot, or else Bruce's estranged friend, Harvey "Two-Face" Dent. Or maybe the Joker, this was Gotham after-all. In any case, the shooters had fled in the open panic- and were now believed to have gone to ground in fear of the Bat.

Hours spent, and the Wayne Family announced simply that Bruce Wayne was out of surgery and out of danger, but that the family requested privacy for the time being.

[ this is a closed rp thread with @butlerofthecave @officialbruciewayne @officialnightwing @redhoodedalleydog @tim-moth-thy @damian-demonspawn ]

[talesfromawannabewriter]

Owl in a cage

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

Lucifer rhythmically tapped his long fingers against the smooth surface of where he was sitting. The meeting was soon to begin as more and more angels filled the chamber.

He didn’t know what this was about but apparently it was urgent. As well as fundamentally important. At least according to his sister it was when she came to his chambers to deliver the news herself.

His presence was needed and she would not say more as to why. Something about it being a pleasant surprise or along the lines of it. Personally he was glad for and annoyed by this interference from his work.

Some time ago he had been given the task by his father to help create the flora and fauna for this new little planet. Lucifer thought it was a waste of his time and his magic.

Creating something so mundane, so idiosyncratic, so little. It brought him no joy whatsoever. He just didn’t understand why his father found any joy with this at all.

However, a task was still a task. He was almost finished all he needed to do was finish the last few ideas, send them to his father, and then he’ll never have to think about the insignificant, little planet ever again.

Finally he didn’t have to wait any longer as the last few angels arrived. His sister, Sera, addressed his siblings and him.

Sera: Brothers, sisters, I call this meeting bearing great news. As many of you know our father has spent time creating the planet called Earth.

The orb below them glowed to life showing the topic in question. A few of the younger angels, who hadn’t seen it before awed at it. Lucifer rolled his eyes at their reaction.

Sera: He along with the efforts of Lucifer have been filling the planet with many wonders.

A few angels lightly applauded for Lucifer. That got the Angel of light to sit up a little bit. A proud smile gracing his face.

It felt nice to be appreciated for his efforts.

Sera: In fact, this meeting is in part about Lucifer. Or at least a new task for him.

Lucifer’s smile fell as a curious look masked on instead. Suddenly a bright light entered the room, and everyone immediately bowed to it. Everyone but Lucifer that was.

"GREETINGS MY CHILDREN, LUCIFER, I HAVE NEWS OF THE UTMOST IMPORTANCE. IT IS CONCERNING ABOUT THE NEWEST PLANET. I HAVE DECIDED TO ADD ONE FINAL INHABITANT OF EARTH. IN FACT, THIS SPECIES WILL EVENTUALLY RULE THE WORLD."

Murmurs and whispers echoed throughout the chamber. Everyone was shocked beyond belief by this announcement. Even the neutral expression that Lucifer tried to uphold shattered for a split second.

"DO NOT BE AFRAID MY CHILDREN THESE BEINGS SHALL BE GOOD. THEY SHALL NOT BE VICIOUS AND RULE WITHOUT MERCY BUT INSTEAD CHERISH AND CARE FOR THE EARTH. THAT IS WHAT I SIMPLY MEAN."

He brought forth an image with a wave of his hand and it was the silhouette of a creature. A creature that looked eerily like certain angels. Maybe like him Lucifer supposed

Only this creature had no wings whatsoever.

"I AM CALLING THIS CREATURE, A HUMAN. THE HUMANS SHALL INHERIT THE EARTH AND CARE FOR IT. THEY SHALL RESIDE IN THE GARDEN OF EDEN."

Lucifer remembers the little garden that his father was so fond of. He never saw the appeal; it was simply plants and animals.

"I SHALL CREATE THE FIRST HUMAN TOMORROW MORNING AT DAWN IN THE GARDEN. I WISH FOR YOU ALL TO WITNESS THE BEGINNING OF AN ERA OF NEW LIFE. ESPECIALLY YOU LUCIFER."

His father turned and stared straight at Lucifer.

What he said next would forever change his destiny.

"MY SON, MY ANGEL OF LIGHT AND MUSIC, I KNOW THAT THERE HAS BEEN LONELINESS IN YOUR HEART FOR SOME TIME MAYBE EVEN A BIT OF MELANCHOLY. THAT IS WHY I HAVE DECIDED TO GIFT YOU THE VERY FIRST PARTNER. A PARTNER WHO YOU SHALL LOVE AND WITH THAT LOVE HELP MULTIPLY AND FILL THE EARTH."

Lucifer felt as if a sword was shoved into his gut.

[dandelionwishh]

Left Behind: Pt. 3

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader (Ft. Choso angst)

Summary: You waited for him. He never noticed. Is it too late?

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Love Triangle, Heartbreak, Choso regret, Gojo being possessive, Gojo being down bad for you.

PART1 PART2 PART4 PART5 PART6

Jujutsu High is always evolving—new threats, new allies, and, apparently, new teachers. You don’t think much of it when the announcement is made.

A temporary instructor will be joining the school for an indefinite period to assist with high-level training and evaluations.

It’s not unusual, and you’ve already established yourself as a capable sorcerer. Another teacher, even one with impressive credentials, doesn’t feel like a threat. At least, not at first.

The day she arrives, you hear about her before you even see her. “She’s crazy strong,” Yuji says over lunch, practically vibrating with excitement. “Like, Mei Mei level—but younger.”

Nobara hums in agreement. “And she’s gorgeous. Like, model-gorgeous. Seriously, it’s not fair.” 

You raise an eyebrow but don’t comment. It doesn’t matter how strong or beautiful she is. You’re confident in yourself, and besides, you’re not the jealous type. Then, you meet her.

She introduces herself as Hikari Reina, and everything the students said was true. She’s stunning—tall, sharp-eyed, with an elegance that seems effortless.

Her uniform is crisp, her movements graceful, and when she speaks, it’s with a quiet authority that makes people listen.

You size her up immediately. She’s strong, no doubt about it.

There’s an undeniable precision to her aura, the mark of someone who’s honed their skills to near perfection. But you don’t feel intimidated. You offer her a polite smile and a handshake, and she returns both with an air of cool confidence.

“Looking forward to working with you,” she says smoothly. “Same here,” you reply, meaning it. At this point, you still believe that’s true.

 It happens gradually—so subtly that you don’t even notice at first. 

Reina integrates into the school with ease. The students respect her, the higher-ups admire her, and even Gojo seems interested in testing her skills. She doesn’t try to overshadow anyone, but her presence is undeniable.

 And Choso notices. The first time you catch it, you brush it off. It’s during a sparring session. Choso stands off to the side, arms crossed, watching as Reina moves with deadly precision. 

You’re used to seeing him observant, but there’s something in his expression—subtle but unmistakable.

Interest.

You shake it off.

Of course, he’d be impressed. He appreciates strength, and Reina is undeniably strong. It doesn’t mean anything.

But then, it starts happening more often. Choso begins training with her.

At first, it makes sense—he’s always looking to improve, and Reina’s skill set complements his. You tell yourself you have no reason to feel anything about it. But then, their training sessions start running late.

Then, they start talking more, standing close, sharing thoughts about battle strategies that you’re no longer a part of. And slowly, you start noticing the way he’s around less.

The shift in Choso’s attention isn’t immediate, but it’s undeniable. The late-night conversations you once had start becoming less frequent. When you seek him out, he’s often with Reina—discussing tactics, sparring, exchanging thoughts in quiet, intense discussions.

He doesn’t even seem to realize how distant he’s becoming. You try not to overthink it. Choso isn’t the kind of person who would intentionally push you away.

But the more you watch him with Reina, the more something gnaws at you.

One night, you finally bring it up. “You’ve been spending a lot of time with her,” you say, keeping your voice casual.

Choso blinks, caught off guard. “Reina?” You nod. “She’s a good sparring partner,” he explains simply. “She knows techniques I haven’t trained against before.”

There’s no guilt in his voice, no realization that his absence has affected you. You swallow the bitterness rising in your throat. “Right. That makes sense.” He doesn’t notice the hesitation in your voice.

Or maybe he does, but he doesn’t think much of it. That night, for the first time in a long time, you fall asleep feeling alone.

[blue-jisungs]

OUGHHHHHHHHHH WHAT DO WE THINK ABT LITTLEST PET SHOP w/JUNNIE since my cat who went missing for 3 days js come back i thought of this

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ LITTLEST PET SHOPS AND BIG HEARTS 🧸ྀི — through little figurines, jun falls for you even more ( wc 455 )

[ extras ] mentions of period

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ! hi dani! i hope you like it, even thought it’s a bit short:( give ur cat lots of pets! :D and also this might be based on my irl experience (dropping the uglirst pet shop in the blind box but growing to love it IJBOL)

@kstrucknet ˙ . ꒷ 🍊 . 𖦹˙—

jun takes pride in knowing you.

from the basic stuff like your favorite color, food, or artist to more complex things like your favorite topping on pizza, favorite cartoon watched as kid, or that one specific candle smell you always go for at ikea.

he knows you like the back of his own hand and could point where all your beauty marks are with his eyes closed. and if there was a competition called ‘do you know this about y/n?’ – he’d win in no time.

hence, he obviously knows about your trinket obsession. sylvanian families, sonny angels, skullpanda… you name it.

it was no surprise either when you marched into the room one day, proudly announcing you just preordered a set of lps blind boxes. jun then listened to you ramble about how cute they are and that some people look at the bar codes to get the ones they want – which you found ridiculous.

and the day of your package arriving happens on random tuesday, with jun watching a random tv show on the couch.

“wanna open it with me?” you ask, bouncing excitedly in one place. four blind boxes that are in your arms are small and blue, with an lps panda drawn on them.

“silly question, baby” he hums and gets up, turning the tv off.

you display the boxes on the dining table, mixing them.

“pick two!” you order, looking at jun expectantly.

he hesitates dramatically and takes one box in the middle. then his hand reaches for one box on the left but turns right last second and picks a different one.

“okay, so i’ll take those” you say and scoop the boxes left. at the back, there’s a small list of possible figurines inside.

jun sits down and traces the small details.

“which one would you like to get?” he asks, voice soft. there are three kinds of cats, you probably want those.

“the bird”

he frowns, looking at it closer. it was kind of…

“it’s so ugly i cried when i saw it. i was on my period so maybe that’s the reason too… but it was so ugly it made me sad. like… i feel empathetic for him because no one else would want him” you explain, sitting down to open the boxes.

jun scoffs, amused by your answer.

that, he didn’t know. you usually go for cute ones.

but it all made sense - how you were considerate about a figurine’s emotions. it just once again proves that your heart is big, and that’s what he adores about you.

“jun?” you call out, seeing how he zoned out.

“you’re too cute” he just mumbles and places a soft kiss on your forehead before sitting down too.

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[ashprince-of-bel-air]

Saturnalia: Geta

Big thank you to @briarberrythornedhart for giving me the initial idea! Some more Saturnalia for you all!

As Geta awoke from his drunken stupor he felt his head pound, the revelries of the night prior finally catching up with him. It was an effort to force his body up, slouching upon his bed with his head in his hands, hoping that somehow by cradling his head it would make the pain go away. As Geta sat there with his sheets barely covering his body, trying desperately to wish the pounding headache away, he started regret his decisions from the night prior, asking himself why he had to drink so much Albanum wine. It was not long until the imaginary pounding became real, hearing a heavy knuckle at the door announcing that it was time to wake. Pinching his brow he almost told himself to ask for who knocked, wanting to punish them for interrupting his peace and quiet.

It took some effort, yet Geta rose from bed and attended to himself, normally he would call for the servants to wash and dress him, yet he was feeling far too delicate to have multiple hands on him this morning. Bathed and dressed Geta proved regal, though he did not feel the part, feeling as if he would fall apart any moment. Thankfully this night he needn’t leave the palace, a banquet would be held within its walls, open to the public in thanks for their hard work to keep the empire running. Rubbing his eyes roughly Geta did not even register the party that was being set up before him, wanting only to find some wine to calm his nerves and settle the tremble that was starting in his hands, grabbing any wine he could find and drinking the cup all at once, unbecoming for an Emperor but he did not care, nobody would dare stop him.

As the evening drew on Geta’s nerves and temperament settled, enough wine had now been consumed that he had forgotten all about this morning’s struggles, ready to drink the night away and feel it all again the next morning and curse himself once again. The palace was near unrecognisable when Geta first arrived, it was adorned with the richest cloths upon the wall and tables lined with food and drink were placed in every room, no man would go hungry or thirsty this night. A glass of wine in hand and a buzzed feeling meant that Geta was in an exceptional mood, the servants of the palace were wary of his emotional state, the way he would behave after a night of drinking could usually be predicted by tossing a coin, he was either in good spirits or was on the warpath, luckily it was Saturnallia and he ensured he kept his anger in check.

The palace was never as full as when it hosted Saturnalia, this night it was filled with the senators of Rome and their families, usually only the higher-ranking ones got invited throughout the year so tonight the new senators yet to find their place were the ones to attend, wanting to make their mark and network with others to further their political status. It caused Geta to roll his eyes after the third conversation he overheard about politics, he had to hear this all year and wanted desperately to discuss anything else, thinking that the nights he spent in the city with the commoners were more exciting and enjoyable than this.

Although Geta did not join the conversations they grew boring listening to them, he decided to seek out his brother and hope that he was engaged in something more stimulating, only having last spoken to him before the night got out of hand for him last night. The crowd was thick as he tried to navigate his way through, being stopped by people wanting his attention to try and gain favour with him, a few polite nods and smiles were all he gave as it was all he could muster up at this time, his patience slowly dwindling now.

Geta walked the halls of the palace in search of his brother and found no trace of him, where he would usually be concerned he was instead furious, how dare his brother leave him at the whims of these senators, like vultures they were, preying on him and looking for any excuse to throw each other to the lions just to gain any semblance of power. Polite smiles and nods were given as Geta made his way through the crowds, he wasn’t sure of how much wine he had drunk at this point, but he was sure that it was not enough, scouring the crowd for his brother now proving a pointless feat to him at this point.

In his final search for Caracalla, Geta took hold of another glass of wine, attempting to avoid the conversation with another senator trying to proposition him with some convoluted trade, almost ready to roll his eyes before they landed on you. You stood there uninterested by the old senator trying to speak to you, to court you as if you would be interested in him. The scene made Geta laugh as well as infuriate him, you were too beautiful to be paired with such an aged man. Downing his wine Geta approached the two of you, smiling wide as he spoke to the senator “That is an interesting thought Senator! Please do talk to my attendant Gaius about it and we can arrange a meeting!”

The light in the old senators eyes sparked up wildly as Geta spoke to him, as much as he wanted you as a young bride he would never deny the chance to be within the Emperor’s circle. He ran away quickly in search of Gaius, to petition himself for an audience with the Emperor. Geta laughed and rolled his eyes, smiling as he watched you giggle at the scene before you. Your giggle and smile were like music to Geta’s ears, he was enraptured by you, taking only a smile to put him under your spell.

As the night went on no other people spoke to Geta, he was concerned only with you, the thought of his brother now long from his mind. It had gone well into the night when your father approached, though he was hesitant to do so, knowing that you speaking to the Emperor could elevate his station, your father informed you that it was finally time to leave.  The sad look you gave to the Emperor melted his heart even further, he had already been taken with you this night and to see you so sad to be parted from him only endeared him to you more.

Though you had to leave Geta took it well, a gentle kiss on the back of you hand and a wave as you walked away. You did not see it Geta spoke to one of his attendants, instructing them the invite you and your father to the palace again after the second set of Games tomorrow. The games tomorrow were set to be the best, the most highly ranked ludus’ would present their best offerings for battle in presentation for the Gods. It seemed only fair that the after match banquet only rival that, one that which Geta wanted you to attend, thinking of how he could bed you or even request for you to be part of his harem, anything that would make you his. Though your father may not like the request for you to be part of Geta’s personal harem, who would he be to refuse the personal request of an Emperor.

[the-oathbound-champion]

*Eugene'a eyes grew mournful. To hear of the loss and betrayal that she had to experience, and at such a young age... the havoc that it caused.*

*And her brother... to leave with no announcement, no warning, while their mother's body had barely grown cold...*

*The emotions almost began to overwhelm him, and he bowed his head in the grief.*

I have seen and heard many things since arriving to this place. And yet, I'll hold, none have struck me to the quick such as your story has, from your own lips.

*He met her eyes once more, eyes brimming not with pity, but genuine sadness.*

My deepest condolences, both for the deaths of your parents, and also the circumstances surrounding it. I know to you, it may have been some time ago... but for the age and again I have lived, it sounds to me as though it had occured to you yesterday.

*And yet again, for this woman who had given her all for her people... he had visited Lost Lake in the past, on the occasional loop. He knew the vast sleeping quarters whose dust had not been disturbed.*

*All she had given and sacrificed for her people... and now but four, including herself, remained.*

*Gah, she was seeing the death of her own people before her eyes! He must have looked the pigheaded fool, to have declared the Oathbound disbanded so easily! And no wonder!*

* @the-oathbound-champion strides into your room, annoyance a thin veil over the anger fizzing in him.*

What is the meaning of this!? I entered my name into your little event under good faith, hoping that I would find someone I could potentially call a friend, and instead you pair me with-- with-- that prideful water-serpent!

Hello, dear champion!

I would not bash the idea so soon. Reads to me like you are something of a prideful serpent yourself, to speak so of my matchmakings!

Have you even talked with her? Perhaps that's where you may find common ground. Never know, hee hee!

[ask-serendipity-sky]

This is just cute...

[puppppppppy]

ougghh the Beaft…. The Creature

[sciderman]

[tossawary]

I saw this play a while back called "Pride and Prejudice* (*sort of)", which was a comedic retelling of the events of P&P by five female servants. (Who all worked in the Bennet household, I believe? Cannot remember the exact setting at this point.)

It was very much in an "low-budget improv troupe" style (though it was not actually improv), so Mr. Bingley's exaggerated "love at first sight" meeting with Jane happened while he had his hand stuck in a Pringles can. A karaoke machine made multiple appearances. If you were looking for historical accuracy or a perfect examination of the social nuances, this was not at all the play to watch, but it was pretty amusing, and it was interesting to think about P&P from the perspective of servants who may have only heard about certain events through gossip. Or who might just be mocking certain figures because they don't like them very much. At one point at a party, a tipsy Lydia got her hands on one of the soldiers' guns and fired it at the ceiling while people screamed. It was VERY silly.

Because there were only five actresses, they were switching between roles as needed, putting jackets or colorful dresses over their plain white dresses. The female servant who played the dramatic Mrs. Bennet also played the stiff Mr. Darcy. Another of the female servants played both Bingley siblings (Charles and Caroline) and also Charlotte Lucas, I think? Another played Mary, Lydia, and Mr. Collins, and also Mrs. Gardiner, I believe. Another played Jane, Georgiana Darcy, Mr. Wickham, and Lady Catherine, and so on. The female servant who played Elizabeth played her most of the time. The quick changes and mannerism shifts were quite funny.

But my favorite part may have been that Mr. Bennet was played by a chair. It was a comfy chair with its back to the audience and a newspaper propped up so that someone might be sitting there reading it, and at one point one of the servants went over to the chair to light a pipe, so that smoke rose from behind the chair. Characters talked to the chair sometimes, but the chair never talked back.

So, at one point, Mrs. Bennet was yelling and moaning about how the family was ruined. I think that Lydia, whom the embarrassing and overbearing Mrs. Bennet had been actively encouraging to be silly earlier, had run off with Mr. Wickham here. And Mrs. Bennet cried out, "OH, MR. BENNET, DO SOMETHING!!!"

And everyone on stage looked towards the chair with its back turned, which was fairly obviously empty, and which of course couldn't do anything by itself, because it was a chair. Dead silence again.

And then Mrs. Bennet went back to wailing and crying, while her daughters (Jane, Lizzy) patted her awkwardly on the back. And then I think the another actress came in as a servant to announce someone's arrival or something, moving the comedic retelling along. And that's probably what I remember best out of the entire play: Mr. Bennet could be effectively played by an empty chair with its back turned. It was hilarious.

[scented-morker]

DDA: dorm displays of affection

Being a famous idol means PDA is out of the question, but not dorm displays. Alternatively, ways the enha boys show you’re theirs while in the dorms with their other members 🤭

1.5k words, idol!enha x gf!reader, this is fem reader, about 200 words a piece… no warnings i think, flufff, some are more general than others, im sorry 😔

Heeseung

Always has you sat on his lap.

Literally does not matter where you are or what you’re doing, you are not allowed next to him

Even if it’s a movie night and EVERY SINGLE member is there so you think ‘surely I can sit by myself this time, it’d be so weird for us to be cuddled up like that in front of everyone’

WRONG 🚨🚨

As soon as you sit down next to him, he looks at you like you’ve lost your mind

The pout comes out

“What are you doing?” 🥺

Genuinely looks so confused that you’re sitting anywhere else

“Hee, all the boys are here.”

Looks at you like ‘and since when do I gaf??’

Grabs your waist with one hand and pulls you into his lap himself 🤭

None of the boys bat a single eye

“Everyone knows this is where you belong baby” he says, kissing your temple and wrapping his arms around your midsection

Ignores you literally combusting

Jay

The definition of princess treatment

You can literally just turn your brain off when you’re around Jay

You haven’t touched a single door since the two of you started dating

He opens the car door, the door to the dorm, even his bedroom door

( he has your location turned on so he gets a notification when you’re close and can be there to open the door for you as soon as you arrive at their dorm)

One of the first times he took you out, you opened the door for yourself and he slid across the car hood to close it again and re open it before you had time to get out 🙄

(He looked really silly but you tell him it was cool)

Pulls your chair out even when you’re just eating dinner with the guys

Cue the boys exchanging looks and whip cracking motions 🤪

If you’re walking best bet he’s on the outside of the sidewalk and his hand is on your lower back, guiding you

You didn’t realize how much you stopped thinking around him until once when he was guiding you through the hall and he literally had to stop you from running into Sunghoon

It’s not your fault, you’re just a girl 🎀

Jake

NICKNAMES GALORE

The boys actually didn’t know your name for like a solid six months bc he NEVER said it

“My girlfriend is coming over” he’d announce

“Your girlfriend that is…?”

“Pretty?” He has no idea what they’re talking about

As soon as you get there all they hear out of his mouth are ‘pretty girl’ and ‘sweet angel’

Like hello you have a name 🤨

“C’mere pretty girl” as soon as you open the door

“What do you think, princess?” He asks your input as the boys decide what to watch

😵‍💫😵‍💫 sike, you don’t even need a name, he can call you whatever he likes

The boys like to tease him when they need you two for something

“Yes Jake, can you and your pookie wookie bear please join us in the kitchen for a moment?”

“Hey Jake, does your schnookums like cream in her coffee?”

He really doesn’t call you those, but anything out of his mouth might as well be to the guys

“Yes my beautiful girlfriend who is an angel on earth does like cream thank you very much. Lots of it.”

He does not care at all, he thinks you’re the sweetest thing ever and deserve to be reminded of it every time he talks to you

Sunghoon

Bro CANNOT FOCUS when you’re around it’s actually so bad

The boys have probably seen you guys kiss like twice but the amount of times they’ve had to smack him upside the head bc he’s zoned out staring at you???

♾️

He has the biggest heart eyes, if it was possible to love you anymore he’d probably actually develop heart shaped retinas

“Hoon? Hoon?” Heeseung calls his name four times before following his line of sight and seeing you filling a glass of water

“You’re so embarrassing.”

The boys approach you with anything they have to tell him because the only way he snaps out of it is if someone else joins you

He’ll be in space for 20 minutes but the second one of the guys walks up to you he’s right there

“Why are you talking to my girlfriend?”

(Yes I’m thinking about that fansign where he said no to everything 🤫)

The managers were gonna let you come to filming one time but the boys said ABSOLUTELY NOT

Hoon could not be in a five mile radius of you without getting dating rumors he was down so bad

Sunoo

This man loves you so bad he does not care who sees

Greets you at the door with a bone crushing hug and kisses all over your face

(The boys make faces at each other while they listen to his loud ‘mwah’s from the living room)

You flush when you walk in and realize they all heard it, but Sunoo pays them no mind, leading you by the hand to where he has a bouquet of flowers and your favorite coffee on the table

He’ll take you into the living room where the rest of the guys are playing games just so he can sit there with his arm around you while you enjoy your drink

Even when he gets into a fight with Sunghoon and starts yelling with his hands they’re still attached to you

One time he accidentally poked you in the eye while gesturing and he felt so bad he almost cried

Kissed it to make it better only to have the guys start throwing pillows at him for being “gross in the communal area”

“Fine, I’ll go kiss my girlfriend in peace!”

Now you’re a blushing mess that they all know 🫠

“Don’t be embarrassed baby, they’re just mad I have the prettiest girlfriend ever”

Jungwon

He takes care of you SO BAD

The boys teased him the first time they saw him stop to tie your shoes for you, but never again

Will be cooking the most delicious smelling thing in the world and smack the boys hands when they try to steal it

“This is for yn” 😠

Braids your hair, zips your jacket, honestly just fawns over you like a grandma 😭

“It’s cold out. You should bring a jacket!”

“But wonnnn, I don’t want to” you’d whine but does he care?

NO

His baby is not getting sick on his watch

Not only does he pick your jacket, but he also puts it on for you, zips it up, and puts on a matching hat

Imagine the boys reaction when the two of you go out one night and won comes back barefoot 😭

But your heels hurt and he wasn’t about to have that ‼️ so he gave you his shoes and carried your heels the rest of the way home

(The same heels that he insisted on clasping for you while you sat at his vanity)

‘Down astronomically bad’ Jay would cough as won leads you back to his room

Jungwon just thinks you should never have to do anything yourself 🤷‍♀️

“You just sit there and look pretty, I’ll get it” 🫣

Riki

Is quite literally always hanging off of you

Nonchalant my booty, when he’s in the comfort of his own home with the people who know him best… his facade goes down the drain

If you’re standing up at all— washing dishes, doing your hair, even standing in the living room having a conversation with one of his members

Without him??? I think not 🤨

Literally drapes himself across your back, hanging his arms over your shoulders and dropping his chin on top of your head

“Hi ki!” You chirp, turning around to see him staring, arms still locked around you

“Why are you doing that?” He asks

He doesn’t want you doing ANYTHING in his dorm.

Why are you even doing dishes? That’s his hyung’s job. Doing your hair??? For who? You will not be seen by anyone for the next 1-3 business days if it’s up to him

And if you’re talking to one of the members 🙄

He won’t say anything, but if you’ve kept talking for more than 2 minutes after he’s showed up, he’ll pinch your side and shoot daggers at whoever you’re talking to until the two of you give up

“No need to get moody, I’ll give you your girlfriend back,” Jake rolls his eyes

That’s what he was waiting for ‼️

Throws you over his shoulder and takes you right back to his room where you will never be heard from again!! (Until dinner time)

[chocolilies]

( ୨ৎ. husband!nanami kento x wife!reader. . .ᐟ

◟ꪆ୧ nsfw (afab!reader, fingering, teaching a lesson through sex, ditzy reader) - also on ao3!

nanami kento, who wears his wedding ring everywhere.

he never takes it off, he doesn't dare to. why would he? 

it symbolises the promise you two made to each other, the love you have and continue to share— of course he wants to show it off to the whole world.

you’ll never find him without it, golden band always snug around his ring finger when he showers, when he cooks, when he cleans, when he works...

which is why he's so disappointed to find yours teetering on the edge of the bathroom sink.

steam sticks to the mirror, blurrily framing the disappointment on his face as he picks up your ring, turning his head to look at you, watching you ransack your shared wardrobe for clothes to wear tonight.

"darling, are you forgetting something?"

he watches you snap your head around, drops of water still dripping from your recently showered body, mouth forming an 'o' out of shock as you realise what he's holding.

"oh!" you rush towards him, outstretching your left hand once you reach him so he can slip the ring back onto where it belongs, smiling bashfully up at him. "sorry, it must've slipped my mind."

you don't miss the frown that deepens on kento’s face at your careless gesture, placing your hands on his cheeks and pulling him down for a sweet kiss, your way of apologising for the mistake. "don't be upset, ken. it won't happen again."

oh but it does, and even though kento knows deep down that these are simple mistakes, he can't stop the pit that forms in his stomach whenever he finds your ring abandoned at your work desk, or the kitchen counter, or even slipped forgetfully into your bag.

he tries his best not to let it irk him, instead resorting to reminding you each time he finds your ring somewhere other than on your finger, making sure to slip it back where it's meant to be with as much love and care as the day you first exchanged rings and vows.

his resolve crumbles the moment gojo opens up his stupid mouth.

“woah, trouble in paradise?”

kento’s shoulders stiffen at the light-hearted way your coworker comments on your lack of ring, standing at your doorway holding lunch for the both of you as he watches you laugh it off with a wave of your ring-less hand, explaining your forgetfulness and immediately starting to look for the tiny trinket.

“darling,” kento speaks slowly from the other side of the room, announcing his arrival at the same time he flashes you with the item you were looking for. 

you don't seem to notice his clenched teeth and narrowed gaze as you happily walk over to him, allowing him to slip your ring back on before placing a kiss to his cheek in thanks, the maximum amount of affection you dare to show in your workplace. 

it hadn't dawned on him until then that he wasn't the only one that would notice your missing ring, wondering nervously as he finished up that day’s work just how many of your friends had noticed, whether the girls you normally went out and drank with assumed that he was a terrible husband, that there was indeed some trouble in paradise, that you were stuck in a loveless marriage instead of the obvious: that you were just forgetful.

he tries not to show his upset later that night when he finally arrives home, but as the dutiful and perfect wife you are, you notice immediately. you ask him what's wrong, offer to cook him his favourite dish, hold him in bed like you usually do whenever he feels down, tell him you’re there for whatever he might need and want…

“but… what I need… is to remind you how important this is to me,”

you watch as he catches your left hand in his, bringing it up to his face and pressing a chaste kiss to the warm metal, amber eyes staring deep into yours during his action. 

you smile, moving said hand to cup the side of his face, running your thumb over his sharp cheekbones. “I know how important it is, ken…”

despite your sweet coo and love-filled gaze, kento knows, deep down, that you need a reminder. 

“of course you do, angel,” he sighs, leaning closer into your space as his eyes trace your unforgettable features, drinking in your lovestruck expression. “but I feel that lately, it’s been slipping your mind. don’t you think that, as your husband, it’s my duty to make sure you never forget?”

your husband's ring feels cold against your flushed skin, a sharp contrast to the warmth his fingers are radiating as they slip through your sopping folds, collecting your dripping essence like a prize as his chapped lips press sloppy kisses all over your neck.

you can't stop the noises that leave you at the teasing, fleeting touches, eyelids drooping closed in pleasure as his other hand plays around with your chest, nimble fingers grabbing and tugging at your nipples in tandem with his other hand’s movements, sending rushes of overstimulating pleasure throughout your tired body. 

you're unaware of how many times he’s made you cum so far, the towel he’d oh so graciously placed beneath you thoroughly soaked thanks to his continuing ministrations, yet all you can focus on is the strange but welcome feeling of his ring pressing against your most intimate parts, bumping against your clit with every movement from his nimble hand and sending jolts of pleasure through your spent self, though you assume that this was your husband’s desired effect all along. 

“you’re doing so, so good, angel,” his voice rasped against your ear, harmonising with the squishing sounds your poor cunt was making, every touch to your clit making your body lurch and quiver, the feeling overwhelming. “c’mon, one more, alright? or have you already learned your lesson?”

lesson? you think as you feel his ring finger slip into you along with his middle and index, cunt loose enough to accommodate all three and hopefully his cock after this “lesson”. 

“w- won't take it off again, ken, pr-promise,” you gasp out, arching your back against his chest and pressing your rump against his very hard erection, which he'd been neglecting in order to get you to this point. 

you feel his fingers curl, hitting your g-spot perfectly like they had times before, but he didn't relent like you'd expected him to. 

“k-ken?”

“that's not all.” 

you whine out in confusion, hips moving along with his fingers despite the need to give your body a break, chasing the high that your mind oh so wanted but body couldn't exactly reach. 

“b-but-”

“it's not just about wearing the ring, darling,” kento started to explain, showing off his amazing dexterity by continuing to play with your tits with one hand while still fingering your pussy with his left, pressing a sweet kiss against your tear stained cheek. “no, if it was about that, this would've been over way more quickly.” 

you can feel a different sort of pressure start to build up in the lower parts of your tummy as he paused, legs shaking from the disturbance and in warning of what was to come if kento keeps doing his thing, though by the looks of it, he was nowhere close to stopping. 

he stays silent, allowing you to realise that he was really waiting for you to answer, as if you were both immersed in a casual conversation and he hadn't just melted your brain with just his fingers, and you force yourself to speak despite the mind numbing pleasure. 

“wh- oh god! what's it a-about, ken…?” you mewl, hips raising each time he pumps his fingers inside, almost like you were trying to ride him since his cock was still tucked away inside his slacks, his palm rutting deliciously against your clit with every movement. 

you hear him stifle a groan as your hips start to move, torturing himself as well as you by not bothering to help himself, too focused on your pleasure to act on his own, pressing his lips to the spot under your ear in an attempt to muffle the whimpers that were threatening to escape him. 

“k-ken?” you half-questione, half-moan, letting your head fall back onto his shoulder and focusing your blurry gaze on your husband's flushed face, drinking in the gorgeous expression he was sporting. 

“darling,” he lets out breathlessly, brown eyes darting down to meet your own, hands still not relenting in their attack despite his pause in speech, trying to compose himself before speaking once more. “it's- fuck, I… I want you to remember why you wear it, honey. who put it on your finger, who you belong to...”

he shudderd as one of your moans rings out throughout the dark room, not helping him in the slightest as he tries his best to fight against the urge to flip you over and fuck you like the both of you deserved. 

“who I belong to,” the strokes of his fingers grow deeper and more attentive, attacking your g-spot relentlessly as you writhe in his arms, his loving yet possessive words sending tremors throughout your body. 

“oh, kento…”

he exhales shakily at the moan of his name, letting his head fall forwards to rest on your shoulder in an attempt to ground himself, sinking his teeth into your shoulder with a shudder. 

“you're not going to- fuck, let this go, a-are you?” you manage to whisper out cheekily, hips and body still moving subconsciously on his fingers. 

“not a chance, my love,” 

kento moves slightly, adjusting your body so you're pressed even more impossibly closer to him, ass still perched against his hardened cock, member twitching and spitting out pre against his dampening slacks with each movement from your almost drunk body, high of pleasure and doing whatever it can to reach that high kento had seemed to have promised before. 

“I'll make sure you never want to take this off again—” he starts, and you gasp out in horror as his fingers slide out of you, lifting his soaked hand up to your chest, giving you a few seconds to panic before quickly replacing it with his other hand, nipples softening at the sudden lack of stimulation. 

to accentuate his point, his left hand, the one where he proudly displays his ring, the one that's covered in your juices and almost pruny due to the amount of time spent playing with your wetness, finds your own, carefully intertwining your fingers together and showing off both of your rings. 

“—not because you're afraid of forgetting, no…” 

you shudder as his other hand resumes the work his other had been doing, immediately feeling that intense need of release come back, biting your lip to muffle your sounds in order to listen to your husband better, not wanting to interrupt him, especially when he was like this— disheveled, flushed, with tiny whines escaping his chapped lips with every press of your ass against his crotch. 

“but, because every time you look at it—”

you can feel it building up, your release at the tip of your fingers, but not exactly like all the other times before, so you know what's coming. 

it's not the first time kento's gotten you to this point. he's exceptionally proud of it, obviously. no one before him had ever gotten you to squirt before, and evidenced by the rings that were currently getting dirty in your juices, no one but him ever would. 

his fingers quicken their pace inside you, attacking your g-spot with force before suddenly moving up to give your clit the same treatment, pinching and rubbing the tiny bundle of nerves in an expert manner, knowing exactly what to do to get you to that oh so delicious release. 

you raise your hips in preparation for it, pressure building up in your most intimate parts as you moan and cry out your husband's name, his mind crumbling with every sound you make, trying to stay on track. 

his mouth opens in awe as you grab onto his hand tighter, vision going white as you finally reach your climax, voice getting caught in his throat at the beautiful sigh of you coming undone on his fingers, love-filled eyes drinking in every single inch of your trembling bare body, release-soaked fingers still rubbing at your cunt rapidly.

he chuckles as you try to move away from his touch once it becomes too much, apologising silently for the overstimulation with a kiss to your sweaty temple, before finally finishing his speech. 

“—you’ll think of this.”