#didn't like the part that came immediately after though!

[dlight98]

OH I have a story for this! It is going to be gross. I have it on video too, so I'm not making this up.

Back in my freshman year of high school I was on the rowing team. I was NOT good. Like one of the bottom 5 on the team.

Our team was going to the Stotesbury Regatta (race). This is the biggest regatta of the year for high school rowing. It's in Philadelphia, and people came from all over the country for this. We lived hours away. My coach was from Philadelphia and rowed the Schuylkill River in college, so going was a big deal for us.

I was not good, but I wasn't the worst. I was picked as the 9th rower for our boat. A boat only has 8 seats, so I was just backup. I got to have all the fun in the hotel and none of the difficulties of rowing.

We were at the hotel and playing Jenga Tetris edition, which I brought. I wasn't very close with this group yet and wanted to get to know them better. We had been playing this game for maybe an hour and wanted to add stakes. We decided to make The Concoction and the loser would need to . I'm not going to remember *all* of the ingredients, but they included:

Orange Juice

Half and Half

Milk that was left out overnight

Sour cream

Coffee

Coffee grounds

Tea

tea leaves from the bag

Cream cheese

Strawberry cream cheese

Butter

Funions -> this comes up later

Goldfish (crackers, not real)

Monster

Dr Pepper

Coke

Sprite

Toothpaste

It was foul. It looked like something you would dredge up from the bottom of a bog, and smelled like it too. It had floating mystery chunks. And no one wanted to lose.

We decided that the loser would either need to attempt to drink the whole thing or actually manage to choke down part of it (this comes up later). I was hesitant to go through with this, but it was my game and I wanted to make friends.

We started playing the game and everyone was on edge. It was silent. No one even breathed. We went around the circle and the game felt like it lasted an eternity. Eventually Pat knocked the tower over.

All five of us crowded into the tiny hotel bathroom to watch him drink it. He was standing over the toilet in case he vomited. He drank part of it then vomited. The group was unsure if any ended up in The Concoction, but I swear some did. They decided to play another round.

I was going to back out. I couldn't take the pressure for this. They convinced me to stay though. For team bonding and because it's my game.

We went around and around again with Pat watching on the sidelines. It was even more tense this time. The tower was higher than it's ever been. It was my turn and I put a piece on the top. It was teetering. Pat decided to get some ginger ale to calm his stomach. He bumped the table. It all came crashing down.

The rest of the group said that Pat didn't touch the table and that it was my fault. I protested at first, but eventually I accepted my fate.

I was in the bathroom again. The Concoction was now warm. Everyone was cheering me on. I held my nose and tried to drink some. It was rancid. There is nothing that could compare to how vile this tasted. Image rotting sewage combined with the underside of a truck stop toilet and you'll be one iota of the way there.

I only got one sip in and I threw up almost instantly. Everyone was telling me to go for another swig, but I yelled out "I swallowed a Funion!" The rule was if you swallow anything it's over. They let up on making me do more. Everyone decided to stop playing immediately after that. I was kinda salty but it was alright.

We all went on to be pretty close friends (except Pat. He tried to prank people a year later by smearing feces on a cabin door handle and got kicked off the team). One of them went on to be the best man at my wedding.

Would I drink The Concoction again? No. Was it worth drinking the first time? Yes.

what is THE worst thing you've ever drank. all liquids acceptable. please tell me what it was, bonus points for why

[sweetcherriexs]

good girl; b.e.

smut...

It had started innocently enough. billie was on tour, thousands of miles away, and the distance was starting to wear on both of you. you’d been texting throughout the day, little updates about your lives, but the conversation had taken a turn after dinner when billie sent a photo of herself backstage. She was leaning against a wall, all sweaty with hair stuck to her forehead and eyes hooded. she had that damn eyeliner on that made your pussy throbb and pulsate with need each time you saw her wearing it. the picture was casual, but the look on her face was anything but.

you had responded immediately. you’re killing me, bils. I can’t handle how fucking hot you are.

billie’s reply came swiftly. I know. and I know you’re lying in our bed, thinking about me.

how do you always know? you had typed back, cheeks flushing.

because I know you, baby. I know how bad you want me right now. for me to be inside you, for my mouth on your wet pussy

The flirting escalated quickly. billie’s messages became more explicit, her words laced with the kind of confidence that only she could pull off.

I’m thinking about how soft your skin feels under my hands. how you whimper when I kiss your neck. how you beg for my cock to be inside your pussy.

your fingers trembled as you typed. I miss your touch. I miss the way you make me feel. fuck, bils, please.

then tell me what you’re doing right now, billie pressed.

you hesitated, heart pounding. I’m in bed… thinking about you.

Are you touching yourself? billie’s message was direct, leaving no room for evasion.

your breath hitched. not yet

mm, will you?

you gulped at the message, hand itching to touch your pussy yes

send me a picture, pretty

The request made your stomach flip. you'd done this before, but it still felt daring—exhilarating. you propped your phone up, took a moment to adjust the lighting, and snapped a photo. your skin was flushed, hand resting on your thigh, and your lips parted. your sent it quickly without overthinking.

billie’s response was immediate. fuck, baby, you’re youre so hot. I wish I could be there to take care of you.

then tell me what you’d do, you typed back, fingers moving faster now, eager to know what billie's thinking about doing to you.

call me.

you didn't hesitate, pressing the call button in a second and she accepted the call immediately, her smooth voice ringing out "hey, baby" she mused, a smirk noticeable in her tone.

"hey, bils..." you panted out, breath heavy even though you haven't done anything. "tell me, please" you begged, already so worked up and desperate. you heard her chuckle on the other line before she spoke again;

"I’d start by kissing you. softly at first, just to tease you. then I’d bite your lip, just hard enough to make you gasp. would you like that?"

“yes,” your breathed, your free hand drifting lower.

“and then I’d move down your neck, leaving marks where only I can see them. I’d make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

you moaned, fingers brushing against yourself through your pants. “billie…”

"ah- ah - ah... mm, I want you to strip for me, slowly. take off those clothes, pretty" billie's voice was like velvet, commanding yet sensual.

obediently, you began to undress, your fingers fumbling with the buttons of your shirt. billie smirked to herself, listening to your eager fumbling.

"That's my good girl. Now, slide those pants down... god i wish i could see you." billie's words were like a drug, sending a rush of heat between your thighs.

you complied, your movements becoming more fluid as you reveled in her instructions. the cool air caressed your naked skin, and you shivered, not from the temperature but from the intensity of her gaze, even though she was miles away. when the cool air of you and billie's bedroom hit your drenched pussy, you gasped the slightest bit, biting your lip in anticipation.

"good... now lie back" she instructs and you comply, shifting back and lying down with a shaky breath. "now, touch yourself, baby. slide your fingers down and tease that clit. I want to hear you moan for me." billie's voice was hoarse with desire, and you could almost feel her breath on your neck.

your fingers trembled as you brought them to your core, circling your clit gently at first, then with increasing pressure. "fuck, billie!" you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut at the sensation. "fuck fuc-... mmm, yes, yes. please-" you gasped out almost incoherent phrases.

"that's it, baby. rub that pretty pussy. imagine its my fingers, hmm? stroking you, making you wetter." billie's words were a symphony of filth, and you were her willing conductor.

you moaned, your fingers working feverishly, picturing billie's long, slender digits joining yours, claiming your pleasure as her own.

“keep going, baby,” billie encouraged, her voice a mix of tenderness and authority. “tell me how it feels.”

“so-... so good, fuck." you moaned "I wish it was your hand, though. your mouth.”

billie’s exhale was sharp, as she drank in your words “I’d make you come so hard, pretty, I’d take my time, make you beg for it,"

your hips lifted off the bed, body craving the release only billie could give you. “please…”

"stop" you whined at the single command, but your body knew better, obeying her immediately. "good girl. touch your pretty tits"

you inhaled deeply, moving your wet hand up your body until it reached the plush mounds on your chest, squeezing them.

"that's right, baby. imagine my fingers playing with your nipples, pinching and rolling them between my thumbs and forefingers."

you whimpered again, rolling your hardened nipples between your fingers. tugging, rolling, repeat and anything in-between as you let out soft gasps.

your fingers slipped deeper between your folds, slick with desire, and you moaned as you imagined billie's hand moving in unison with yours, claiming your pleasure as her own.

"that's it, baby. you're doing so good. such a good girl" her voice only intensified the burn in your stomach further, breath coming in short gasps as your fingers pumped in and out of your sopping cunt, the sound of the wet squelching noticeable through the phone as your chest rose and fell with each thrust of your fingers.

"bils... bils- fuck, baby-" you moaned, rutting against your own hand. "I- shit, please-" your wrist was burning, but you couldn't stop. your fingers were plunging in and out of your wet pussy at an erratic pace, desperate and needy for release. for billie's touch.

“you sound so pretty when you’re like this,” billie murmured. “so desperate for me. I love hearing you fall apart.”

"I'm gon- please-... fuck, fuck... I'm gonna cum-" you moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you imagined billie's fingers being the ones fucking you so good. "can-... can I? please, please" you panted, feeling your clit throb, needy for a touch as the knot in the bottom of your belly threatened to snap any second now.

billie hummed, the sound spurring your orgasm on even more and you whimpered. "I don't know, baby... can you?"

"please-" you gasp out again " I've been a good girl, bils. please-.."

billie smirked, letting out a breath before speaking. "cum for me, pretty girl. cum all over your own hand as you imagine it's mine"

the coil snapped, making you gasp loudly, back arching off the bed as you surrendered to the pleasure, your body convulsing as you climaxed, your cries echoing through the night. your body tensed as waves of pleasure crashed over you and you cried out billie’s name.

as you lay panting, Billie's soft laughter filled your ears. "Gosh I wish I was there... tasting your sensitive little pussy" she muttered, breath noticeably heavy and her voice husky.

"yeah?" you breathed out, your heart still pounding in your ears. "I'll do it for you-..." you said and your head came up to your lips, taking your drenched fingers into your mouth and moaning around them, pushing them deeper as you gagged around them before pulling it out.

"fuck" billie huffed "do you taste good, baby? hmm? tell me" she asked, her voice dropping an octave as the desire caught up to her.

"yes, yes I do" you nodded, though she can't see. "wish I was sucking your cock though" you heard billie groan on the other line, then some rustling before she spoke again.

"keep it up, pretty. it's my turn"

[amitiel-truth]

River Maiden Pt. 7

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6,

(A/N: You know you guys can ask me anything, right?)

With bated breaths, Penelope and (Y/N) stands guard to protect themselves, watching the door for the worse, as (Y/N) stands in front of Penelope, the dagger given to her tightly held onto her hand, preparing herself.

After a few hours screaming, silence took over, the Palace had never been more quiet, it's like

"The Suitors... it's like they're gone..." (Y/N) mutters, looking at Penelope in shock

Queen Penelope gazes around in surprise, her ears straining, trying to listen closely. It was unusual for such silence to fall over the Suitors, and it was setting her on edge.

"Where...could they have gone?" she wonders, her voice hushed as to not draw attention to them. Her eyes narrow, a hint of suspicion flickering in them.

Suddenly, a knock was heard, soft and familiar

"Mother? (Y/N)?" It's Telemachus

"Telemachus!" (Y/N) springs to her feet, removing the barricades, Penelope also follows, making the process faster, pushing the cabinet away, (Y/N) quickly opens the door.

Telemachus steps through the door, his face filled with relief as he sees the two women on the other side. He immediately goes to them, wrapping them in a firm hug.

"Mother...(Y/N)...I'm glad to see you both safe and unharmed," he breathes, holding them tightly against him.

"My love, you're covered in blood!" (Y/N) panics once more, caressing his face through his helmet.

"It's alright, it's not mine," Telemachus reassures her, removing his helmet and placing a hand over hers as she cups his cheek. He gives her a tired smile, though his eyes are still filled with exhaustion and tension from the journey home.

"And the guards, are they-"

"They're fine, I just dismissed them for the day. Oh, thank the Gods I gave you two guards." Telemachus praises, hugging (Y/N) tightly, before turning to look at his Mother.

"He's here" Telemachus says to her, his eyes filled with joy.

Queen Penelope can't help the flicker of happiness and relief that crosses her face at Telemachus's words. She steps closer to him, a small smile appearing on her lips.

"He...is?" she repeats softly, a hint of disbelief in her voice. Even after so many, many years. she had not lost hope that her husband would come back.

"We'll leave you both to talk" Telemachus leads (Y/N) out of the Queen's quarters, passing by a very tired, bloody man.

The tired, bloodied man looks up as Telemachus and Egeria pass by, his eyes filled with a mixture of relief and exhaustion. Telemachus pauses for a moment as their gazes meet, a flash of recognition in his eyes. He gives the man a nod before continuing to escort (Y/N) out of the hall.

(Y/N) recognizes the man to be the Beggar she helped. "Telemachus, is he?..."

Telemachus nods, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Yes, that was him," he confirms quietly. "He's alive, (Y/N). He's finally come back to us."

(Y/N) smiles at him. "Your family's finally complete" She muses.

Telemachus smiles warmly at (Y/N) words. The thought of his family finally being reunited after so many years is a weight lifted from his shoulders. He wraps an arm around her, pulling her close to him.

"Yes, we are," he replies, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "And...I have you, as well."

(Y/N) smiles, hugging him back.

"Oh, How I've missed you, my Love." (Y/N) admits, hugging him tightly, despite all the blood on him, she didn't care, her Prince is back.

After days of clean up and punishments being sorted out onto the servants who betrayed the crown. The day finally came. It was time for (Y/N), his beloved fiancée, to meet his father, Odysseus.

"Love, Is my hair perfect? My clothes kept? Ooh, I'm so nervous" (Y/N) paces in place, rubbing her hands, fixing her hairpieces on her (h/l) (h/c) hair, straightening her peplus.

Telemachus chuckled warmly at (Y/N) nervous pacing. She was so endearing when she was this flustered. He took her hands in his and pulled her closer, looking deep into her eyes.

"(Y/N), my love," he said gently, "You look absolutely beautiful, as always. And my father is going to adore you, I know it."

"But...I'm no Princess, not even any wealth to show for, heck, You found me bathing in a river... Your Mother may have approved of us, but are you truly certain about me?" (Y/N) asked with a frown, second guessing their choices.

Telemachus's expression softened even more at (Y/N)'s words. He raised her hands to his lips and kissed them gently.

"(Y/N), you are more precious to me than any Princess or wealth could ever be. I am certain of you, more than I have ever been of anything. My mother's approval was a gift, but it is nothing compared to how much you are loved by me." He gazed into her eyes reassuringly.

(Y/N) her head to Telemachus's, looking for reassurance, before taking a deep breath, smiling at him.

"I'm glad you didn't fall in love with me for just my body" (Y/N) teases, reminding him of their second meeting by the river.

Telemachus chuckled, a hint of color rising to his cheeks as the memory of their second meeting flooded back. He pulled her closer and nuzzled her hair.

"I admit, your body is...quite unforgettable," he said with a smirk. "But I fell in love with you for so much more. Your laughter, your spirit, your kindness, your strength...the list is endless, my love."

"Oh you" (Y/N) muses, pulling his face up to hers to kiss him.

Telemachus's body instinctively relaxed as her lips met his, the familiar sensation of her kiss calming his nerves. As their lips separated, Telemachus couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

"You make my heart race, even after all this time," he murmured, his eyes locked into hers. "You know I'd have stayed in that river with you forever, if I could."

"And yet you sneaked me to your room for...a second round" (Y/N) teases with a smile.

Telemachus chuckled at the memory, his grin widening.

"Yes, well, if I recall correctly, you were quite persuasive," he teased back. "How could I resist, when the most beautiful nymph in the land was in my bed, asking for more?"

"When will you ever stop your nymph theories?" (Y/N) asked, rubbing her nose against his.

Telemachus laughed softly, enjoying the playful contact. He ran a hand through her hair, a gesture he knew she loved.

"When will you ever stop resembling one so much," he retorted, his tone full of affection. "With your (H/L) tresses, your (E/C) eyes, and the way you move like water...you're the very image of a nymph, my love."

"I'm surprised you haven't impregnated me yet~" (Y/N) teases seductively.

Telemachus's eyes darkened at her words, a flicker of desire passing over his face.

"Believe me, the thought has crossed my mind...more than once," he replied, his voice low and filled with longing.

He gently pushed her back against the wall behind her, his body pressing closely to hers. His hands moved to her hips, and he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "You know I want nothing more than to make you mine completely...in every way possible."

"Maybe that can wait after you introduce your bride to your Father, right, Telemachus?" Suddenly, the throne room opens, his mother saw the whole thing.

Telemachus quickly pulled back from (Y/N), his cheeks warm with embarrassment at being caught. His mother's raised eyebrow was a clear reprimand.

"Mother," Telemachus began, struggling to regain his composure. "I...we were just—"

"Apologies, Mother" (Y/N) walks up to her with a smile.

"As I've said before, Your son can't keep his hand to himself" (Y/N) sighs, putting blame on Telemachus.

Telemachus opened his mouth to protest, but (Y/N)'s words caught him off guard. He gave her a half-hearted glare, knowing he had been caught in the act.

Telemachus's mother smiled at (Y/N)'s honesty.

"Yes, I'm well aware of my son's...attentions," she said, her gaze shifting to Telemachus. "I've seen more than I care to admit, and I have no doubt I'll see more before your wedding."

Telemachus, still blushing, ran a hand through his hair. "Mother, I was just—"

His mother held up a hand, cutting him off. "Save it, my dear. I'm only teasing you. But do try to keep your public displays of affection a bit more discreet, if you would. Your Father is waiting" Penelope opens the door more, walking back in

Telemachus took a deep breath, trying to calm his flushed cheeks. He took (Y/N)'s hand, giving her a playful nudge.

"Well, let's not keep him waiting any longer," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of nerves.

With his mother watching them, Telemachus led (Y/N) into the throne room, his heart pounding in his chest.

(Y/N) held his hand tightly, taking a deep breath.

Telemachus squeezed her hand reassuringly, feeling the same nervous energy pulsing through her. They walked into the throne room and Telemachus's father, Odysseus, stood from his throne to greet them.

Odysseus's eyes flicked between Telemachus and (Y/N). He studied (Y/N) with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. "So, this is the young woman who has captured my son's heart?" he said, his voice gruff.

"Your Majesty, If I may introduce myself, I am (Y/N) of Gibraltar." (Y/N) bowed, introducing herself.

Odysseus's eyebrows raised in surprise.

"(Y/N) of Gibraltar, you say?" he mused, his gaze appraising. "A long journey from that distant land, to find yourself here, in our humble kingdom."

His tone was not unkind, but there was a hint of skepticism in his eyes. “What could have made you give up your homeland for Telemachus?”

"Oh, I didn't even know of the Prince, I went to Ithaca to start a new life, a fresh start, and live in the wilderness in solitude, that was the plan at first, until I met your son" (Y/N) explains, looking at the ground, blushing a bit.

Odysseus nodded, his gaze shifting from (Y/N) to Telemachus.

"And how did this chance meeting come to be?" he asked, his gaze studying Telemachus intently. "You found her bathing in the river, I suppose?"

Telemachus and (Y/N) grew quite at how accurate Odysseus's guess is, blushing.

Odysseus chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"I knew it," he said, his gruff tone turning into a teasing one. "My son has always had a weakness for beautiful nymphs. I suppose he found you bathing and was immediately smitten, hmm?"

"Oh, not you too theorizing I'm a nymph" (Y/N) sighs, a hand over her face.

Odysseus laughed heartily, his demeanor thawing somewhat.

"Well, you can hardly blame us," he said, giving (Y/N) an admiring glance. "With your (E/C) eyes and (h/l) tresses, you look like you were plucked straight from the riverbanks."

As Odysseus's laughter subsided, his expression grew more serious. He turned his gaze to Telemachus, his eyes studying his son intently.

"And you, Telemachus," he said, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. "You're sure of your feelings for this young woman? You know nothing of her background, her family..." (Y/N) lips pursed, looking at the ground.

Telemachus met his father's gaze, his expression unwaveringly confident.

"I am certain of my feelings, Father," he said, his voice firm and steady. "I do not care about her background or family. The heart does not ask such questions. My heart has chosen (Y/N), and nothing else matters to me."

Odysseus leaned back on his throne, a sly smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Telemachus knew that look. His father was up to something.

"Very well, then," Odysseus said, his gaze flitting to (Y/N). "If your affection is so unshakable, let us test your claim." Telemachus's brows furrowed slightly, sensing the challenge in his father's words. But he said nothing, trusting that his father had a purpose behind his test.

Odysseus leaned forward, a twinkle in his eyes. "Tell me, Telemachus," he said, his tone casual. "How much did you pay her? I heard the women of Gibraltar are quite expensive."

"Excuse me?" (Y/N) asked, raising her head.

The king let out another laugh as Penelope shot him a look. Telemachus tensed again as his father continued to chuckle and leaned forward slightly in the throne.

”Well, you have to pay for something this valuable, don’t ya?”

The king continued with a smirk, eyeing you and Telemachus’ intertwined hands.

”I’ve traveled all around the Mediterranean Sea, and women like you don’t fall into a man’s lap without him being very, very wealthy.”

(Y/N) grew quite for a moment, taking a deep breath, before smirking. "With all due respect, Sir, I simply went to Ithaca to start a new life of solitude, your son was the one who couldn't stay away when he found me bathing in one of the rivers of Ithaca.

if you think so poorly of me, then that's too bad, I don't have plans of letting go of him as he does with me" (Y/N) bites back with a smirk, remembering Queen Penelope's lesson of her being unflappable.

Telemachus's heart swelled with pride at (Y/N)'s words. He gripped her hand tighter, silently applauding her bravery and confidence in the face of his father's challenging remarks.

Odysseus's eyes widened at (Y/N)'s retort, and his smirk faded slightly. He hadn't expected her to speak so unapologetically and confidently. He glanced briefly over at Penelope, who had a secret smile on her face, clearly impressed.

Odysseus sat back in his throne, the air in the room suddenly quieter, thicker.

(Y/N) looks at him in the eyes with a tight frown, unwavering.

Telemachus watched the interaction between (Y/N) and his father intently. He could see the surprise and begrudging respect in Odysseus's eyes at (Y/N)'s unflinching gaze and bold response.

"It seems," Odysseus said slowly, leaning back in his throne, "I have underestimated you, young lady....but it remains to be seen if you're worthy of my son."

He held her gaze for a few more moments, his expression inscrutable.

There was a charged silence in the room as Odysseus scrutinized (Y/N), the tension between them almost palpable. Telemachus remained quiet, but his grip on (Y/N)'s hand tightened in a silent show of support.

After what felt like an eternity, Odysseus finally nodded. "Well, you have fire, I'll give you that."

Odysseus looked at them, his gaze steady and filled with gratitude. “When I stood among the suitors, mocked and insulted, stripped of my name and my pride, you stood apart. You defended me, a beggar in their eyes, and gave me what no riches could buy—kindness, food, and a place to rest. In that moment, you revealed your true nature: noble, compassionate, and far greater than any of those men who claimed to be worthy. I will not forget what you did for me.”

He thought about how she had cared for him without knowing his true identity, without any expectations or ulterior motives. It was a genuine act of kindness, something rare and sincere. Odysseus had been all over the place, and he knew all too well how rare that was.

"You've got kindness and a sharp tongue," he said, a touch of approval in his voice. "A dangerous combination."

In the midst of Odysseus's thoughts, another memory came to the forefront. When the suitors had grown even more bold, planning to raid the castle, attack Telemachus as he was on his way home, and take (Y/N) and Penelope for themselves, (Y/N) had not run. Instead, she had stood tall, protecting him and Penelope by stationing her remaining guards outside their bedroom door and standing watch with nothing but a dagger, determined to defend them.

"You've got bravery as well. The guts to stand and fight...to protect what you care about," he said, his voice softer than before, his gaze flickering to Telemachus. "That kind of loyalty doesn't come easily."

Odysseus looked (Y/N) in the eyes and spoke his next words with surprising earnestness. "I also want to thank you," he said, his voice gruff but sincere. "For protecting my wife when the suitors were getting particularly...aggressive."

"You could've fled to safety yourself," he added, "but instead, you stood your ground. That...takes strength."

Penelope, who had been quietly watching the whole ordeal, smiled softly at her husband's words. She knew how much he loved and valued her, and it warmed her heart to hear him thank (Y/N) for defending her.

"It was nothing, Your Majesty, it was the right thing to do" (Y/N) answered with a smile.

a small smile tugging at the corner of his Odysseus lips. "Well, not everyone does the right thing, especially when faced with danger," he said. "But it seems...I've judged you too harshly. You're a lot more than just a pretty face, aren't you?"

"Why do you think I wanted to live in the woods in solitude?" (Y/N) quips with a grin with a shrug.

Odysseus chuckled at (Y/N)'s retort, admiring her spunk.

"You're quick too," he said, leaning back in his throne. "I guess solitude didn't dampen your wit, eh?"

"It's what got your son's attention" (Y/N) added.

"Ah, yes," Odysseus said, eyeing Telemachus, who had been mostly silent, taking in the exchange. "I can see my son has good taste. Sharp wits, bravery...and beauty. There's only one thing that concerns me."

He leaned forward, his gaze flickering to (Y/N). His voice grew more serious.

"You're a foreigner. You're from a land far from Ithaca. How do I know you won't up and leave one day, taking Telemachus's heart with you?"

(Y/N) chuckles, shaking her head.

"Don't think so lowly of me, Your Majesty, there are no places I'd rather go without him" (Y/N) answers with a sigh.

"And now that you mentioned it, he's probably planning on chaining me to his bed." (Y/N) commented, placing a hand on her cheek, troubled, while on the insides she's thinking of...unholy ideas.

Telemachus, who had been silently listening, blushed furiously at her quip, looking anywhere but at his father.

Odysseus raised his eyebrows at her comment, a slight smirk playing on his lips. Penelope bit back a laugh.

"Chaining you to his bed, hmm?" Odysseus mused, glancing at Telemachus, who was still blushing furiously.

"Are you sure you want to marry a man who is this," Odysseus gestured to Telemachus, who had buried his head in his hands, blushing furiously, "easy to fluster?" he joked, enjoying the spectacle.

"The best kind of man to marry" (Y/N) looks at the flustered Telemachus. fondly.

"His everything I could ever ask for."

Odysseus's smirk softened, his mind flickering to a memory of his own. Years ago, when he was young and fiery like Telemachus, he too had been easy to fluster, especially when he was around Penelope.

He studied (Y/N) and Telemachus, seeing the genuine affection between them, and his resistance softened. Telemachus and (Y/N)'s relationship mirrored his own youthful passionate love for Penelope, and it stirred something within him.

Penelope watched (Y/N) and Telemachus's interaction with a soft smile. She recognized the look of youthful love, of two people completely smitten with each other.

She glanced at Odysseus and saw a hint of softness in his eyes as he watched Telemachus and (Y/N). It reminded her of how they were in their younger days, just as infatuated and devoted to each other.

She laid a hand on Odysseus's arm and spoke up for the first time since the discussion started.

"They're very much in love, don't you think, my dear?" she said, her voice gentle but holding a hint of amusement, knowing it would get a rise out of Odysseus.

Odysseus shot her a sidelong glance, rolling his eyes playfully, but there was no heat behind it.

"They're young," he grumbled, pretending to look annoyed, "they're always 'in love' at that age, aren't they?"

Penelope let out a soft laugh, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Yes, and I'm sure you were no exception," she teased, referring to his own tumultuous youthful love affair with her.

Odysseus huffed out an embarrassed laugh, knowing full well he was caught.

"Ah, well, I was young and foolish," he said gruffly, scratching his chin. "We've grown wiser since then, haven't we, my love?"

Penelope smiled, her eyes filled with warmth.

"We have, my dear," she agreed, patting his arm affectionately. "But it's endearing to see Telemachus and (Y/N) in the throes of love like we once were. Brings back memories, doesn't it?"

Odysseus gave a grunt of agreement. His stern demeanor softened as he looked back at Telemachus and (Y/N), who were too engrossed in each other to notice the conversation between Odysseus and Penelope.

"Aye, it does," he admitted quietly, his gaze turning a shade reminiscent. "Youthful love...it's a powerful thing, isn't it?"

Penelope smiled, sensing the hint of nostalgia in her husband's voice. She knew that behind his gruff exterior, Odysseus still harbored a soft spot for young love.

"It certainly is," she agreed, her voice soft. "And it seems Telemachus has found a love that's just as fiery as we had in our youth."

Odysseus sat on his throne, contemplating Telemachus and (Y/N) for a few more moments before finally making up his mind. He took a deep breath and spoke, his voice firm but his eyes holding a hint of acceptance.

"Telemachus," he said, his eyes flickering to his son, "I can see how much you care for this young woman. And I've seen her bravery firsthand. She's not some fragile thing to be protected, she can stand on her own two feet and fight when she needs to."

He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in. Telemachus's grip on (Y/N)'s hand tightened, a silent plea for a favorable verdict.

Odysseus continued, his eyes shifting between Telemachus and (Y/N). "If you truly believe she's the one you want to spend your life with, then I'd be a fool to stand in your way."

"So...I grant you my blessing," he said, his voice gruff but there was a hint of a smile on his lips. Telemachus let out a sigh of relief, his face lighting up. Penelope chuckled quietly, pleased at her husband's decision.

"Thank you, Your Majesty" (Y/N) bows once more.

Odysseus raised a finger, his expression firm.

"But," he said, his voice turning serious again, "there are a couple of things I need to make clear. First, Telemachus," he looked at his son, "you are the heir to my throne. You have duties and responsibilities to Ithaca and our people. No matter what, your duties come first."

Telemachus nodded quickly, understanding the weight of his father's words. "Of course, Father," he said, his voice steady. "I will honor my duties and lead Ithaca with honor."

"Good," Odysseus nodded, satisfied with Telemachus's response. His gaze then shifted to Egeria. "And you, (Y/N), you understand what comes with being Telemachus's wife one day. You're not just marrying him, you're marrying into a world of responsibilities, politics, and, of course," he added with a small smirk, " with me as your father-in-law."

(Y/N) smiles brightly " I wouldn't have it any other way"

Odysseus couldn't help but chuckle at Egeria's quick response. He was starting to respect her spunk, a quality he appreciated.

"Well, that's good to hear," he said, his voice laced with humor. "Because you're in for a wild, if not a little insane, ride."

He pointed a finger at them, his smile turning a bit stern again. "And one more thing...no late-night escapades, you hear me? Ithaca doesn't need any...unexpected surprises just yet."

(Y/N) and Telemachus blushes, looking at the ground, unable to look at him in the eye.

The sight of Telemachus and (Y/N) blushing and avoiding eye contact with him was a sight Odysseus hadn't anticipated. He was expecting them to object or laugh off his warning. Instead, they looked like they got caught red-handed.

His eyebrows raised, a tinge of suspicion in his eyes. "What...are you not telling me?" he asked, his voice laced with wary curiosity.

"They have been coupling since the second day they met" Penelope reveals, stringing the pot.

"MOM!" Telemachus protested, his face as red as a tomato.

Odysseus's eyes widened, looking back and forth between Telemachus and (Y/N), both turning furiously red.

"What...?" Odysseus blurted out, looking at Penelope. "They've been doing what since...the second day they met?!"

"I know." Penelope looks at him with a teasing grin.

(Penelope knows because of the chats she has with (Y/N) in between lessons.)

Odysseus ran a hand through his hair, still in disbelief. He was caught off guard by this revelation. He knew Telemachus was young and smitten, but he didn't realize things had progressed so quickly.

"By the gods," he muttered, turning to Telemachus and (Y/N), who were still unable to look him in the eye. "This...is a lot to process, especially so fast. Telemachus, I thought...you said you were taking things slow."

"And what? They did it by the river where they met, like how our bed is the olive tree that we first met?" Odysseus asked just trying to make light in the situation...it didn't help, as the two grew quieter, and redder.

Telemachus and (Y/N) looked like they wanted the ground to open up and swallow them whole.

Odysseus's eyes widened as the pieces started falling into place. "Wait...wait a minute..."

He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to wrap his head around the idea that his son had taken things much, much farther than he had let on.

"By the river...?" he repeated, his voice a mix of disbelief and frustration.

Odysseus's face contorted as he tried to process Telemachus's...efficiency. He was both annoyed and, oddly enough, somewhat impressed by his son's tenacity.

"I have to say, Telemachus," he began, looking at his son with a mixture of irritation and reluctant admiration, "you certainly don't waste time, do you? It took me several months to court your Mother, and yet you..." he trailed off, shaking his head. "Well, you're faster than your old man, I'll give you that."

"If it's any consolation, Sir, your son can't keep his hands to himself" (Y/N) passes the blame to Telemachus once more.

Telemachus shot (Y/N) a betrayed look, his face growing even redder, if that was possible.

Odysseus's eyes widened, his jaw dropping slightly. He looked between Telemachus and (Y/N), clearly enjoying Telemachus's discomfort.

"Oh, really now?" he said, scratching his jaw, his tone filled with amusement.

"So, my son's been a bit... handsy, has he?" he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

Odysseus glanced at Telemachus, who looked like he was trying to disappear on where he stood, before looking back at (Y/N). "And you're not exactly the quiet, demure type, are you?"

"Sir, if there's a blushing, adorable Prince, what is there to not decide on?" (Y/N) asked, tilting her head, making Telemachus embarrassed once more.

Odysseus chuckled, appreciating (Y/N) bluntness. "Fair enough, that's a good point."

As (Y/N) spoke, Telemachus looked about ready to sink where he stood with embarrassment.

Odysseus's mind then wandered to a different thought, realizing the implications of (Y/N) and Telemachus's...close relationship.

He raised an eyebrow, a sly smile on his lips. "You know, that also means I could expect grandchildren sooner than I anticipated."

Telemachus looked absolutely mortified, burying his face in his hands. He was clearly not ready to think about that just yet.

Odysseus, on the other hand, was now having too much fun with Telemachus's discomfort. He had to give credit where it was due; his son had chosen a partner who could certainly hold her own.

"Oh, don't look so embarrassed, Telemachus," he teased, enjoying every minute of it. "Every man becomes a father at some point. I suppose you'll be one sooner rather than later."

Telemachus mumbled something inaudible, still hiding his face.

Odysseus turned his attention to (Y/N), who seemed to be enjoying the banter just as much as he was.

"And you, my future daughter-in-law," he said, his voice teasing, "you seem quite eager to become a mother."

"If it's with him, I don't mind" (Y/N) answers honestly.

Odysseus's smile broadened. He had to respect (Y/N)'s directness and honesty. Telemachus, on the other hand, managed to turn an even deeper shade of red, if that was possible.

"Well, isn't that sweet?" Odysseus said, his tone still laced with playful sarcasm. "You two are eager to start a family, aren't you?"

After a long day of teasing, (Y/N) and Telemachus are finally dismissed, as they begin walking back to Telemachus's room.

"Well that went better than expected" (Y/N) says in thought, while Telemachus is behind her, hugging her with his face on her shoulder while walking.

Telemachus mumbled something indistinguishable with his face buried in (Y/N)'s shoulder.

As they continued walking, Telemachus's words became clearer. "You were enjoying that, weren't you?" he said, his voice muffled but a hint of amusement in his tone.

He lifted his head to look at (Y/N)'s. "I was the one getting teased half to death, and you seemed to be loving every minute of it."

"Oh, I'm sorry, My Love." (Y/N) pecked his lips.

"Do you want me to make it up to you?~" (Y/N) asked with a seductive smile.

Telemachus's mood lifted instantly. Despite the earlier embarrassment, he couldn't help but smile at her words.

"And how do you plan on making it up to me, hm?" he said, his voice playful. "I hope you have something..." he leaned in close, whispering in her ear, "sinful in mind."

"Well, I know you have some rope under your bed, it's not a chain but... it'll do~" (Y/N) smiled, rubbing his chest.

Telemachus's eyes widened slightly at her bold suggestion, his heart starting to race a bit faster.

"Oh, so you know about those, do you?" he said, trying to maintain a calm demeanor, but the excitement was evident in his voice.

"And you think you can handle them, hm?" He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

"Only one way to find out, My possessive Prince~" (Y/N) swoons, caressing his cheek.

Telemachus shivered at the touch on his cheek; her caresses always sent a pleasant tingling sensation through him.

"You're testing my limits, love," he said, his voice dropping to a deeper, huskier tone. He gently pushed her back against the wall, pinning her there with his body.

"I don't know if you're ready for just how possessive I can get."

"Let's find out~"

Telemachus, his dominant tendencies surfacing, grinned as he scooped (Y/N) up, tossing her over his shoulder.

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He chuckled at her surprised gasp, his hand resting firmly on her backside as he walked them towards the room.

"You're playing a dangerous game, my love," he said, his voice a mix of desire and determination.

(Y/N) giggles, before gasping as Telemachus spanked her

Telemachus's hand connected with the soft curve of (Y/N)'s backside with a sharp slap, eliciting a gasp from her that made him smile.

He was enjoying this, relishing in the control and the power he held over her at the moment, even as he continued carrying her to the room.

"You seem to enjoy being naughty, don't you?" he said, his voice turning a little darker. "You like riling me up, making me want to put you in your place, don't you?"

"Anything to make you ravenous~" (Y/N) teases with a smile.

Telemachus grunts in approval at her words, feeling a wave of intense desire wash over him.

He pushes open the door to the room and kicks it shut behind them, still carrying (Y/N) over his shoulder. He tosses her onto the bed with a smirk.

"You're asking for it, love," he said, his eyes darkening with desire. "And I don't think you have any idea just how ravenously possessive I can get."

"I think I have an idea~" She answers, laying on his bed

Telemachus leans over her, enjoying the view of (Y/N) lying on his bed, dressed in her classic peplos.

He runs a hand along the edge of her peplos, his eyes drinking in her form.

"You look like a goddess laid out before me," he says, his voice thick with desire. "And I'm about to ravage you like one."

"then what are you waiting for? That's not how you worship your goddess" (Y/N) pouted at him.

Telemachus chuckled, her pout inciting a mixture of amusement and desire within him.

"So impatient," he said, his hand gliding down to the hem of her peplos. "But what kind of worshipper would I be if I didn't pay the proper homage to my goddess?"

With a swift movement, he flipped her over, positioning her on her stomach. Telemachus's hand pressed firmly against her lower back, pinning her down to the bed.

"Now, you're in a prime position to be worshipped, love."

His eyes darted to the edge of the bed where the ropes were hidden under the sheets. A wicked smile spread across his face.

"You want to be worshipped, love?" he purred, his hand sliding up and down the bare skin of her leg. "Then I need you completely at my mercy."

He moved away from the bed, grabbing the ropes and returning to her side.

"Lift your hands toward me," he commanded, his voice authoritative and unwavering.

(Y/N) blushes, lifting her arms up onto while still laying on her stomach, with Telemachus pining her down on his bed.

Telemachus's lips curled into a satisfied smile as she raised her arms obediently.

He took the ropes and started wrapping them around her wrists, securing them together. Then he lifted her arms over her head and secured the other end to the bed frame, effectively restraining her.

Leaning down, he spoke in her ear, his voice low and commanding. "Now, you're completely surrender to my will."

(Y/N) blushes heavily, burying her face onto the bed.

Seeing her face flushed with embarrassment and arousal sent a jolt of pleasure through Telemachus. He loved seeing her so submissive and vulnerable, completely at his mercy.

He took a moment to admire the sight before him — (Y/N), lying face down, her arms bound above her head, and at his complete disposal.

Telemachus ran his hand down her back, feeling the warmth of her skin. "You look so beautiful like this," he whispered, his voice both tender and possessive. "Completely mine to do with as I please

Telemachus tugged at the hem of her peplos, slowly lifting the fabric. His breath quickened at the sight of her bare skin being revealed to him inch by inch.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to see you like this," he said, his voice slightly hoarse with desire. "Completely vulnerable, completely at my mercy, completely mine."

He continued lifting the peplos, slowly exposing more and more of her body to his view. Telemachus's eyes roamed over her, taking in every inch of her skin greedily.

His hands caressed her exposed flesh, tracing the contours of her waist, her hips, her thighs. Each touch was a gentle yet possessive claim, as if he were marking her as his own.

"Do you feel how much I want you, love?" he murmured, his hands roaming over her back. "How addicted I am to every inch of you?"

Telemachus's hands moved up her back, pausing for a moment before cupping her ample bossoms from behind. He couldn't help but marvel at how perfectly they fit in his hands, as if they were made for him.

"You're perfect," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Everything about you."

He leaned down, pressing his lips against the back of her neck, his arms wrapping around her middle. "I can't get enough of you," he confessed, his voice a mixture of passion and possessiveness.

(Y/N) blushes heavily at his touches, as she felt Telemachus remove her perizoma, leaving her completely bare to him

Telemachus's eyes widened at the sight of her, completely bare before him. His breath hitched in his throat as his hands continued to explore her body, roaming over her smooth skin without restraint.

"Gods, you're beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Like a goddess come to life."

He pushed her down onto the bed, his hands moving to her thighs. "I can't wait any longer," he said, his voice almost a growl. "I have to have you."

(Y/N) whines, gasping as she feels Telemachus inside her, gripping onto the bed. barely able move her hands, being tied to the bed, all she could do is moan.

Telemachus continued to thrust into her, his pace increasing with each passing moment. The room was filled with the sound of their moans and breathing, punctuated by the occasional gasp or whisper of Telemachus's name from (Y/N).

He looked down at her, her body completely at his mercy, bound by the ropes and his will. It was a sight that further intensified his possessive nature.

With a growl, he leaned down, nipping at her ear

Telemachus's lips moved from her ear down to her neck, his breaths hot against her skin. He sucked and nibbled at her neck, leaving his mark on her, claiming her as his own.

His hands roamed over her body, caressing and exploring, as he continued to thrust into her. Telemachus's possessive nature was in full control now, fueled by the sight of

"I'm...hah...close~" (Y/N) moans, daring not to muffle her moans.

Telemachus feels himself getting close, as the feeling of the intimacy of the moment and the way her body feels wrapped around him brings him to the edge.

"You...me too," he says, his words punctuated with moans. He leans down, his face inches away from hers. "Come for me, love."

"My Love...please, inside~" (Y/N) begs, holding his hand besides hers as she's still on her stomach, panting.

Telemachus's body shudders with desire at her words, his willpower hanging by a thread. The sound of her plead almost sends him over the edge, and he knows he can't deny her.

He leans down, his lips against her ear. "Anything you want, my love," he whispers. "You're mine, body and soul. I'll do anything you wish."

With that, he quickens the pace, his breaths coming in ragged gas

(Y/N) moans loudly, reaching her end, holding Telemachus's hand tightly, tightening around him.

Telemachus can't hold back any longer. Feeling her tighten around him, hearing her moan his name, sends him over the edge.

With a guttural moan, he reaches his climax, his body trembling with ecstasy. He grips her hips.

Telemachus's body jerks as he releases himself inside her, a moan escaping his lips as he's overcome by the pleasure. The room is filled with their labored breaths, the sound of their shared ecstasy.

He collapses on top of her, his body damp with sweat, still buried deep within her. Telemachus nuzzles into her neck, his lips against her skin.

(Y/N) pants, burying her face in his sheets, her hands still tied up.

Telemachus takes a moment to catch his breath, his chest heaving up and down. He slips out of her, unties her wrists and pulls her into his arms, cradling her against his chest.

After Telemachus gently unties the ropes, freeing her wrists. He massages them softly, his touch tender.

"Are you alright, love?" he whispers against her hair, his voice filled with concern. Telemachus presses gentle kisses against her forehead and temples.

"you pulled out of me" (Y/N) pouted with a frown.

Telemachus chuckled, amused by her pout. He playfully pinched her nose.

"I did, love. I want you to get some rest after all that. Plus..." his expression darkened, his possessive nature flaring up again, "I want you to know that I'm not quite finished with you yet. When the time is right, I'm going to take you all over again...

And I want you to be nice and ready for it, I've missed you, after all" he said, his voice low and husky.

"Oooh, I love the sound of that." (Y/N) smiled excitedly, pecking his lips

Telemachus captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His hands roamed over her body, unable to get enough of her.

"You're like a drug, love," he murmured huskily. "I can't get enough of you. The way you respond to me, the way you feel in my arms..."

He pulled her closer, his hands tracing the curves of her body. "I'm addicted to you, in every way possible."

"You memorized my body on the second day we met, haven't you?~" (Y/N) muses, tracing a finger on his chest.

Telemachus chuckled, his eyes roving over her body.

"Yes, I have," he confessed, a hint of pride in his voice. "Every curve, every mark...every sensitive spot."

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "And I plan on using that knowledge to my full advantage," he whispered, his voice heavy with promise.

Telemachus chuckled, his eyes roving over her body.

"Yes, I have," he confessed, a hint of pride in his voice. "Every curve, every mark...every sensitive spot."

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "And I plan on using that knowledge to my full advantage," he whispered, his voice heavy with promise.

"Such a caring Lover, I could never ask for anyone this perfect~" (Y/N) muses, kissing his lips.

Telemachus's heart swelled with affection at her words. He deepened the kiss, his hands cradling her face.

"You deserve nothing but perfection, my love," he murmured against her lips. "I'll do anything to make you happy, to give you everything you desire. You're my world, my everything."

He broke the kiss, his gaze intense as he looked into her eyes. "I'm the luckiest man alive to have you by my side."

"You seem to misunderstand, I'm the luckiest woman alive to have you by my side" (Y/N) smiles at him, pressing her forehead against his.

"I don't regret ever making love with you on the second day we've met."

Telemachus's expression softened, filled with tenderness and affection.

"My love, you're too modest," he murmured, his thumbs tracing circles on her cheeks. "You're the one who captured my heart from the moment we met. Your eyes, your smile..." he chuckled softly. "Your audacity."

He pulled her closer, the heat of their bodies merging once again. "And I certainly have no regrets either. Those moments together, that closeness we shared... I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat."

Telemachus's mind flashed back to the beginning of his journey, a few short months ago when he was a weak, troubled young prince. He thought of how far he had come, and how much he had changed.

He couldn't help but marvel at the strange twists of fate that had led him to this moment, lying here with (Y/N), completely enamored and loved unconditionally.

"I was such a different person back then," Telemachus mused aloud. "Weak, uncertain, and in need of guidance...and of love."

"And now..." he looked down at her, her head resting on his chest. "Now, I have you. The woman who's shown me what love truly is."

Telemachus wrapped his arms around her tighter, holding her close. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, (Y/N). You make me complete in ways I could never imagine."

He took a deep breath, his heart full of gratitude and affection. "I love you more than words can express, and I'm so grateful to have you in my life."

"And now..." he looked down at her, her head resting on his chest. "Now, I have you. The woman who's shown me what love truly is."

"I was fully set to live my days in solitude in the wilderness, only to find out the forest I picked isn't very isolated" (Y/N) jokes, bumping her forehead against his.

"Best decision I've ever made in my life" (Y/N) smiles, kissing his lips.

Telemachus couldn't help but laugh at her joke.

"You truly picked the worst spot for solitude," he teased, shaking his head in amusement. "Though I'm quite grateful for that."

He pulled her closer, gently running his fingers through her hair. "And I wholeheartedly agree that it was the best decision you made."

He leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss. "Because it led you to me."

"You mean me taking a bath in the river and you finding me there" (Y/N) teases with a smile.

Telemachus chuckled at the memory.

"Ah yes, that...fortunate encounter," he said with a smirk. "I'll never forget the sight of you that day, bathing in the river like some nymph."

His eyes darkened with desire as he replayed that moment in his mind.

"And I'll certainly never forget what happened afterwards," he added huskily.

"Makes me want to... recreate what happened after that~" (Y/N) grins seductively at him, rubbing his chest.

Telemachus's body reacted immediately to her words, heat stirring within him.

"Oh, love," he said, his voice already growing huskier. "You know how to drive me wild, don't you?"

He pulled her on top of him, his hands roaming over her bare skin. "If you keep talking like that, I won't be able to control myself."

"Is it too bad that I want you to carry me over your strong shoulder again, throw me into your big bath that's currently filled with water and ravage me like we did in the river?" (Y/N) pouted, tracing a finger on his shoulder, knowingly riling him up.

Telemachus's eyes darkened with desire at her words. The image she painted was tantalizing, almost too much to resist.

"No, love, it's not too bad," he replied, his voice low and gravelly. "In fact, it's something I'm more than happy to oblige."

With that, he swiftly picked her up in his strong arms, throwing her over his shoulder, just as she had requested.

(Y/N) squeals as she thrown over his shoulder, gasping as he gripped her ass.

Telemachus's grip on her behind was firm and possessive as he walked towards the bathroom, carrying her with ease.

"You're such a naughty maiden, aren't you?" he whispered, his voice low and seductive. "You enjoy it when I manhandle you like this, don't you?"

He entered the bathroom, the sound of water gently lapping against the sides of the tub reaching their ears.

Telemachus walked over to the edge of the tub, still carrying (Y/N) on his shoulder. They were both already naked, the steam from the hot water already coating their skin with a thin layer of condensation.

"Are you ready, love?" Telemachus asked with a smirk, gently setting her down in the tub.

The water rippled around her, the heat enveloping her like a gentle embrace.

"Why keep me waiting, My Dashing Prince?~" (Y/N) pouted, spreading her legs, her pussy still full of his seed, flowing out into the water.

Telemachus groaned at the sight, his body responding immediately to the erotic display.

"You're a temptress, love," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "But I can't keep you waiting any longer."

He climbed into the tub, making his way towards her. The water sloshed around them as he settled between her legs, his body pressing against hers.

(Y/N) moans at Telemachus's quick pace, the water splashing around them.

Telemachus wrapped his arms around (Y/N), holding her close against his chest. He leaned in, his lips finding hers in a deep, passionate kiss.

The water cascaded over their bodies, the heat of the water and their desire mingling together. Telemachus's hands roved over her skin, exploring and caressing every curve and plane.

He ran his fingers down her back, then up her sides, his touch possessive and greedy. He wanted to feel every inch of her, taste every part of her.

Telemachus broke the kiss, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He nipped and sucked at her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. "I need you, love," he murmured against her ear. "I need you so badly."

"Feels...oh! Feels so good~" Egeria moans, scratching his back as the water continues to splash around them

Telemachus groaned as he felt her nails on his back, the pain only serving to heighten his arousal. He leaned in, sucking and biting at her neck, marking her skin with his love bites.

He lifted her hips, positioning her so that she was straddling him, her legs wrapped around his waist. His body was pressed against hers, their bodies slick with water and desire.

"Mine," he whispered in her ear, his voice gravelly. "You're all mine."

(Y/N) whines as Telemachus lifts her up and down on him, nearly going crossed eyed.

Telemachus's grip on her was strong, his hands holding her hips in place as he guided her movements. He watched her face closely, savoring every moan and gasp that escaped her lips.

"That's it, love," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "Ride me like that."

He could feel the tension building within him, his body responding to every move she made. Telemachus leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep kiss,

Indeed, Telemachus couldn't help but notice the parallel between their current situation and the first time they had made love, in the secluded river in the forest. It was as though the intensity and passion between them had only grown since then.

"You...hah! Got bigger!~" (Y/N) praises, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

Telemachus chuckled at her words, his ego inflating a bit. "I'm glad you think so, love," he said, a hint of pride in his voice.

He leaned in, nipping at her earlobe. "But I have a suspicion that I'm not the only one who's grown since that first time," he whispered huskily. "You're much more... responsive now."

Telemachus noticed who she's redder than before, more sensitive, and more eager.

Telemachus chuckled, his eyes roaming over her flushed face and body. "Look at you, love," he said huskily. "You're so much more sensitive now. So much more eager."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "I wonder if it's me, or perhaps it's just because you're mine now," he murmured, his voice filled with possessive pride. "Either way, I love it."

Telemachus smirked at the thought, his fingers tracing circles on her hip. "You know, love," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "I have a theory."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "I think your body has... molded to me."

(Y/N) blushes, slapping his chest "Stop talking non- ah!!~" Egeria couldn't scold him as he drives himself deeper and faster inside her once more.

Telemachus chuckled at her half-hearted attempt to scold him, but he didn't let it stop him. He was too far gone now, driven by an primal need to claim her in every way possible.

He lifted her up, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "You were saying something, love?" he asked, his voice rough with desire. "Something about me... stopping?"

(Y/N) could barely keep it together as he slammed her down onto him, loosing it as she began to babble, crying in pleasure.

Telemachus couldn't get enough of her, he was almost feral in his need for her. The sound of her babble and her cry of pleasure only fueled his desire even more, driving him to move even harder and faster.

He gripped her even tighter, his fingers digging into her skin leaving marks. Telemachus knew that they would fade but the memory would last forever in his mind. His mouth found her neck as he bit and sucked hard. Wanting, no...needing to mark her as his.

(Y)N) could feel her body starting to tremble, her climax building rapidly. Her mind was lost, consumed by nothing but the pleasurable sensations that racked her body.

"Telemachus, please!" she pleading, her voice strained. "Please don't st-AH!~"

Telemachus felt her body trembling, her words growing more desperate. He knew she was close, and he was more than happy to push her over the edge.

"That's it, love," he whispered in her ear, his voice rough and ragged. "Let go. Let me take you there."

He moved faster, harder, his fingers gripping her hips with bruising force. Telemachus could feel his own climax building, but he was determined to make sure she reached hers first.

"You're mine," he said, his voice thick with possession and desire. "All mine."

With a few more powerful thrusts, Telemachus finally sent her over the edge, her body shattering in his arms as she cried out his name.

(Y/N) cried out, holding onto him tightly, his face buried on her breasts as she cried out into the heavens.

Telemachus held her tightly against him, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his own climax. He pressed his forehead against her chest, his eyes closed as he savored the feeling of her heartbeat against his skin.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her even closer. The water sloshed around them, cooling their bodies, but Telemachus still felt the heat radiating off her skin.

"You're incredible, love," he murmured against her skin, his voice filled with affection and admiration. "Absolutely incredible."

"Love...love you~" (Y/N) could barely talk from the aftershock, before pulling him into a kiss.

Telemachus smiled against her lips, returning her kiss with equal fervor. He could still feel the aftershocks coursing through his body, his heart still pounding in his chest.

"I love you too, love," he murmured, his voice hushed and sincere. "More than anything."

He pulled back slightly, cupping her face in his hands and looked into her eyes, his expression tender and affectionate. "You're my everything, you know that, right?"

"You're my everything too, I'd die without you." (Y/N) professes with a look of affection.

Telemachus felt his heart swell at her words, the intensity of his feelings for her almost overwhelming him.

"You mean the world to me, love," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before nuzzling his face into her neck. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her skin, still slightly salty from the river and now mixed with the scent of the bath and the sweat from their lovemaking.

Telemachus could feel the exhaustion start to set in, the physical and emotional intensity of their lovemaking taking its toll on his body.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "I think we should get out of the bath and go to bed, love," he murmured gently. "You must be tired, and I don't want you to catch a chill."

"But I wanna keep you warm inside me" (Y/N) pouted childishly.

Telemachus laughed softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement and affection.

"Oh love, you're irresistible," he said, leaning in to kiss her playfully on the nose. "As much as I'd love to stay inside you all night long, I think we'll both be more comfortable in bed."

He stood up, lifting her up in his arms, water streaming from their bodies. "I'll keep you warm, I promise."

"But I've never cockwarmed you before." (Y/N) whines, as Telemachus carries her to his bed, towels on hand.

Telemachus chuckled at her pouty face, his heart skipping a beat at her words.

"You've never what?" he asked, feigning ignorance as he set her down on the bed. He began to gently dry her off, using the towel to pat her hair dry and then moving down her body.

"Keep you inside me all night long, to keep your seed trapped." (Y/N) continues to pout as he began drying her legs.

Telemachus's body reacted involuntarily to her words, heat stirring within him once again. He could feel the embers of desire smoldering within him, but he forced himself to remain focused on the task at hand.

"Is that so?" he said, his voice low and rough. "And why do you want to keep me inside you all night, love?"

"Cause I'm leaking~" (Y/N) pouted, her hands between her legs, sure enough, his seed gushing out between her fingers.

Telemachus was already starting to get hard again, his body responding to her words and the visual of her fingers between her legs.

"Oh love," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You don't know what you're doing to me."

He quickly finished drying her off, his body trembling with restrained need. Telemachus placed the towel on the ground before moving on top of her, his body trapping her between him and the bed, before beginning to stroke himself in front of her.

He took her wrists and pinned her down on the bed, his face hovering close to hers. "Is this what you wanted, love?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

(Y/N) looks between them as he continues stroking himself, to see him hard and dripping.

She could only blush and bite her lip at the sight.

Telemachus noticed her reaction to him, his ego flaring up in pride.

"You like what you see, love?" he asked, his voice rough and gravelly. "You like what you do to me?"

Telemachus was already hard and ready as ge moved forward, positioning himself between her legs, his head poised at her entrance.

(Y/N) moans as he enters her, before laying on top of her, panting

"I...I don't think I can be cockwarmed, Love, you feel too good" Telemachus admits, struggling not to buck inside her.

(Y/N) blushes, holding onto him, kissing whatever her lips could reach.

Telemachus moans at her kisses, his hands roaming her body, desperate to touch as much of her as possible.

"You feel so good, Love, too good." he whispers, his voice ragged with need. "I can't get enough of you."

Telemachus couldn't resist, he had to move, the need too powerful.

"I'm sorry Love," he gasps, his body moving of its own accord. "I can't keep still."

(Y/N) moans, already overstimulated from their previous love making, but not protesting none the less, holding onto him tightly.

Telemachus was lost in the heat of passion, his need for her overwhelming his senses. He moved with wild abandon, his pace fast and relentless. He knew he should be gentler, but he couldn't help himself.

He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, his other roaming over her body, his touch possessive and insistent.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice filled with an edge of possessiveness. "All mine."

(Y/N) could barely respond with how hard Telemachus is moving into her, but she does know they're both close, as she felt him twitch inside her.

Telemachus could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his body trembling with the effort to hold back just a little longer.

But he was too far gone to slow down now, he couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to.

He pressed his face against her neck, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "I'm close, Love." he whispered.

(Y/N) moans as Telemachus roughly digs himself deep inside her, spilling his seed inside once more making her arch her back, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist as she came at the same time as Telemachus.

Telemachus's body shudders against hers as they both climax, his grip on her wrists tight, as if to hold on to her and never let her go.

He collapses on top of her, his breathing ragged and his heart pounding in his chest. "You're incredible, love," he managed to gasp out between breaths.

He releases his grip on her wrists and pulls her closer, her body flush against his. "I don't want to ever let you go."

(Y/N) lifts his face to meet hers, kissing him.

"I love you, so much" (Y/N) professes, kissing him deeply.

Telemachus returns the kiss fiercely, his arms wrapping around her body and pulling her even closer.

"I love you too, more than words can express," he says, his voice filled with emotion. "You're everything to me, my love."

He kisses her again, pouring all of his love and devotion into the kiss. His hands roam her body, touching and caressing every inch of her skin, as if he's trying to memorize her every curve and contour.

"I love you so much, no words could ever describe how thankful I am that you found me" (Y/N) smiled brightly, hugging him.

Telemachus smiled at her words, his heart swelling with emotion. He held her tightly, pressing his face into her hair.

"I'm the one who should be thankful," he said, his voice thick with love and affection. "You've given me everything I could ever want or need. You're my world, love."

He lifted her chin, making her look at him. His eyes were filled with a tenderness that spoke of his deep love for her.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm glad fate brought us together."

(Y/N) smiled at him, before kissing his lips, as they cuddled up in each other's arms, enjoying the comfortable silence they both share.

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In the depths of the sea, lies a golden palace for a certain God, cradling his injuries, golden ichor pours out on every wound, as they slowly close up, amidst his injuries, he noticed a shift in his oceans, in Ithaca...a wave so strong they made sure didn't let go of who they wanted to subdue...or her.

A grin appeared on the God's lips.

"So she's been there this whole time."

(A/N: Not letting Ody rest 2025)

[leonastarry]

[ Don't belong here ] ✧. ┊    s.jinwoo x isekai!fem!reader. part 1 - part 2 ( here )

He lost you.

He really lost you.

He couldn't accept it.

Because he was so upset, he immediately rushed into raiding the dungeon. All he knew was raiding, fighting the monarchs, and raiding again. He turned himself into a killing machine. The shadow soldiers were really worried about him, but they all knew their liege's feelings, so they decided to say nothing and just follow his orders.

He fought Antares. He used the reincarnation cup. He spent 27 years killing all the monarchs again. Then, he returned to his world in the hope of finding you after he used the reincarnation cup to go back to the past.

Jinwoo still couldn't find you.

His world collapsed.

In order to forget you, he dated Cha Haein. But he felt he was still unhappy. He felt like he was cheating on you, even though you had been gone for a long time.

He was unhappy, so he broke up with Cha Haein. He thought she deserved someone better, someone who truly loved her. Strangely enough, he felt relieved to do so.

One day, a fragment of light came to Jinwoo and said he knew your whereabouts.

"What do you mean she doesn't belong to this world?"

"That is true, Shadow Monarch," the fragment of light explained. "Do you remember the Architect? That's who brought her here. This was absolutely not in our expectations."

"What?"

"[Name] should never have appeared. She's not from here. The place she actually lives in is a place where there are no monarchs, hunters, or mana."

Jinwoo narrowed his eyes. "So you mean she’s returned to her real world?"

"Yes," the fragment of light looked into his eyes. "After all you've done for this world, we've decided that we can take you to her world. But that means you might not be able to return here."

Jinwoo accepted that. He informed his family that he was going to find his true love, and that he might never return.

His family sympathized. He has sacrificed so much for this world, it's time for him to really live for himself.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Jinwoo woke up in a strange room. He knew he had come to your world. He tried to call out to his soldiers.

"Yes, my liege?"

Beru's answer made him realize that his power had followed him to this world. So he ordered his shadow soldiers to spread out and find you.

Soon after, a soldier announced that he had found you. Without hesitation, Jinwoo ordered the soldier to find a nearby hideout and use 'Shadow Exchange'.

With all the joy and longing, Jinwoo immediately went to look for your figure. But he immediately stopped.

He saw you. But you were hugging another guy and smiling intimately. You looked so happy.

He held his breath. It seemed like you had moved on. You had found someone new. You didn't need him anymore. You didn't love him anymore. He is no longer anything to you.

You left him. He should have known. Jinwoo still loved you but that doesn't mean you still love him. You probably don't remember him anymore. Or if you remember, what he did to you might have hurt your heart.

And now he stands here. Alone. In a world he doesn't belong to. Watching the person he loves the most with someone else.

It hurts.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

...

You were hanging out with your brother. Suddenly you sensed a huge surge of mana. Mana? Why would someone have mana in this world?

You immediately turned around to find the source of the mana. You saw that it was coming from a man. Tall. Black hair. Familiar looking… Jinwoo!?

Is that Jinwoo? Are you mistaken? You quickly ran away at your brother's sudden cry. You touched the man's shoulder.

"Excuse me?"

The man turned around.

"Jinwoo!?"

It really was Jinwoo.

"Why are you here-"

You suddenly fell silent under his gaze. Teary. Pain. Love. Longing.

Even though you told yourself to stay away from him. But seeing him like that, you ignored it all. You hugged his cheek.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying? Did someone do something to you?"

He didn't say anything and suddenly hugged you. Jinwoo buried his face in the crook of your neck. Tears fell on your shoulder.

"I miss you..."

You hesitated but hugged him back, patting his back..

"I-I miss you too.."

After all, the universe brought the two of you back together.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

"So he's brother? You didn't love anyone else, right!?"

"That's right. I have never loved anyone but you."

"Thank god... I love you so much! I'm sorry.."

It would have been done sooner but I was busy receiving lucky money hehe =)

Lol I feel like I wrote this part badly ToT

[waywardstation]

It's the Third Anniversary of PLA!

It's kinda hard to believe the Game is out for 3 years now.

Also 3 years of a good part of the Fandom crying over Ingo's unfortunate fate and the whereabouts of his twin brother.

But it also means almost 3 years worth of your content as well!

3 years of laughing, crying, cheering and rooting for your Akari and Ingo whom she adopted as her uncle/fatherly figure.

3 years full of fun shenanigans, exciting stories and heartwarming and wholesome content.

I know with the release anniversary I am a little early but I wanna say thank you already for giving us so much wonderful content in those 3 years! Keep up the good work! (in your own pace and without stress)

WHAT A FANTASTIC THREE YEARS IT HAS BEEN!! It is wild to think that Pokemon Legends: Arceus came out three whole years ago today. I still remember having the game delivered to my door on that day, and opening it and going in blind cause there was literally like nothing out for the gameplay yet. Immediately ran into Ingo and how Irida described he had appeared here from another place like me, I didn't recognize him at all but in my head I kept going 'he looks like a crashed pilot or something he looks so cool', grew attached to him cause we were in the same situation but his was way worse but he was still kind, and also cause he looked cool to me haha. Only after he started talking about Emmet and Chandelure in Wayward Cave did I realize he wasn't a new character and I had seen him before.

Grew obsessed with his whole story, wrote my first fanfics ever and kept them to myself for weeks, but I wasn't seeing a lot of the content being made that I wanted to see at this point (it's understandable though the game was still so new) so I then made a tumblr account to finally post them, because I didn't realize AO3 had such a long account creation waitlist lol.

IT HAS BEEN THREE YEARS SINCE THIS BEGAN WOW.

I am so, so happy that you and other awesome people have appreciated almost three years of my silly self-indulgent content now, I still see some of the same people who came around my blog three years ago interacting with my stuff today, and that means so much. And it's been so exciting seeing people still jump into this fandom today, too!!

Thank YOU Neko, for being one of those people who have been here since the beginning and for always motivating me and being kind to me, and wishing me well and sharing such awesome ideas you have yourself!!! And thank you everyone who has interacted with this blog and taken the time to appreciate my content and be a friend to me ;v; <3

I am working on some stuff to post for the anniversary today. I have content ready, its just uncertain how much of it will be done haha. I'm cleaning up WIPs that have been aging in my docs!! Happy three years to Pokémon Legends: Arceus, my favorite game, so so important and special to me!!!!!!

[delta-drawsarts]

About my "To Save a Sister" comic

Howdy y'all, Delta here! And I'm here to talk about my "To Save a Sister" comic and the process it underwent during the 5 months since I started Part 1 back in September. (Before posting here ofc)

Originally, the comic was a sort of a spur of the moment thing. Mainly cuz I wanted to try drawing Clover running, and just have a "Clover sacrifices themselves to save a life" moment. When I returned to it in December to give it a bit of a fix-up (Yes, I know AU designs were not in Part 1 I was still work shopping them and was too lazy) before moving onto Part 2.

The story that goes through Part 2 didn't change much, but a few things did change the direction. Such as I was going to originally have Clover fall as if they just been dropped into the ocean or something, like those bubbles effects and what not. But it got scrapped cuz I couldn't figure out a way for it to work.

Next was the scene where Kanako was crying in Ceroba's arms while Chujin just stood silently over Clover's crushed body beneath the boulder. At first, I was going to have it play after the dust settled and Kanako see Clover trapped under the boulder, their head and upper torso would have been peaking out with no signs of life as blood pooled around where their body is beneath the boulder. And Kanako would be shaking them and telling them to wake up, but I felt it was too gruesome honestly. Same applies with Kanako's death, because as she's trying to wake up Clover another boulder would have fallen and killed her. But as you saw, I changed that to her visiting their grave before Flowey killed her for shits and giggles.

And I was gonna have Vengeance Clover shoot Reg. Clover and it was gonna fade from the void to their last save point. Like they were being pushed out It looked SO cool in my head, but I couldn't figure out how I wanted to do it :(

Part 3 was already set in stone. Clover uses the Dash to save Kanako, they get trapped, and have to wait for rescue. However, the part that came AFTER I workshopped two ideas. The one y'all saw was obviously one of them, but here's the scrapped version.

Kanako would start having a panic attack, and start melting.

Yep, that's right. Kanako would be a sort of semi-amalgamate, only revealing that when she's deeply distressed or sad. I had the idea implemented when I was originally writing United Bond that Chujin confessed about his secret experiments, before eventually scraping it when I did some rewriting. And the idea of Kanako being a semi-amalgamate stemmed that she and Ceroba were helping Chujin clear out the basement, since he no longer wishes to work on soul experiments. While Kanako was helping, and being curious rummaging through a box, she would accidentally stabbed her hand on a spare syringe that had the serum. (Chujin must have forgotten about it)

Now, nothing happened at first. But then she started spazzing out and melting, Ceroba sensing her distress zoomed to the basement with Chujin in tow. Chujin immediately took the syringe that Kanako dropped and just slammed it into a trash can, sealed it in a box, and shoved it away to destroy later. It took nearly 3 hours before Kanako finally calmed down and reformed back together. Ceroba suggested taking Kanako to Alphys, but Chujin managed to convince her not to, as at that point in the Underground, Alphys had done the DT experiments and went radio silent after messaging families their loved ones were awake. (Chujin is friends with one of these families and heard all about it.) So, he does not trust her to even give him and Ceroba even a fraction of their daughter's condition.

So, Kanako would continue living as a semi-amalgamate. The only other person to know this would be Starlo, who Ceroba had sworn him to secrecy to not tell anybody, even his parents.

It WOULD have been a unique idea though.

Continuing on, Clover would have to try and calm her down, and then they would by telling her about their sibling; Frisk. It ends the same way, but the in-between changed drastically.

[daenysx]

hiiii girlie it’s me! 🌷 daring to make a request for the starry girl sleepover: can you write something about 11PM with Tangerine and with some smut? it can be as brief or as explicit as you wish ❤️ (I CANNOT believe no one requested sexy times with Tangerine?? I can’t be the only one who’s horny for that man, damn)

thank you so much for requesting, my gorgeous angel, i hope you enjoy!! <333333

11.00 PM | TANGERINE

"You said you'd be home for dinner tonight."

You look cute when you pout, but Tangerine doesn't think he can tell you this now. He did say he'd be home for dinner and then something came up with their latest job, he had to help Lemon with the bodies and- anyway he couldn't make it. He's very sorry for that, but he thinks he can make it up to you.

"I thought I could make it, love," he says, extends a hand to you. You accept it with a soft scoff. "I promise I tried. I had to stay with Lemon."

You know what they do for work, you just don't want to know every detail so he keeps a few things hidden on purpose. He pulls you into a nice hug to start asking for forgiveness, you surrender this time. You missed him. His hair is a bit messed up and his rings touch your warm skin where your tank top fails to cover your waist. You shiver under his hands, the contact makes you wanna snuggle into him like a cat.

"Were you in bed before I knocked the door?" he asks, playing with the waistband of your sleeping shorts. You nod, leading him to the bed as he follows you without any protest.

"Lay down," he tells you with a deep voice. Almost whispering, but not quite. "Let me apologise properly."

You watch him take your shorts and panties off with experienced fingers. He has nice hands, big but gentle. He kills people for money, but he becomes the kindest soul you know when it's just you and him. You part your legs as he settles down between them, Tangerine kisses your thighs and makes his way until he reaches the growing wetness waiting for him.

"Oh, my girl," he murmurs before kissing your clit softly. "You did miss me, didn't you? Pretty thing, look at that."

You throw your head back when he uses his tongue to spread your folds and reaches somewhere too sensitive. His pants are too tight, he has to adjust his leg on bed to find some relief himself. He is not the priority now, though, he's begging for forgiveness between your legs, isn't he? He likes doing things right, he has to fix his mistake.

Your lips curl nicely as you moan, saying his name with that needy voice, and Tangerine has to breathe. He sucks greedily, your sounds guide him, he can't stop after having a taste. You lift your hips to his mouth, it's everything he can ever want, and for a second he even forgets his name.

He wants to watch you come.

It's so close, he knows, he sits down on bed and starts finishing what he was doing, by using his fingers. His rings graze the sensitive flesh of your clit and you nearly fall apart right there, he follows your every reaction. His thumb rubs the swollen nub as the rest of his fingers work on your wetness.

He wants to talk, encourage you to do whatever you want to him, but the words don't come out. Instead he kisses your cheekbone. Your lips are seeking his immediately, he knows he's forgiven then. The kiss turns into something more, you hold onto his broad shoulders as he finally makes you come around his fingers.

You're an incoherent mess when he pulls his fingers away. Ethereal. He brushes a few kisses on the side of your head, watches how the relief shows all over your face. You give him a lovesick smile. It's all he ever wanted to see since he left the bed this morning.

"Am I forgiven now?" he asks with a sneaky smile.

"Maybe," you answer.

"That's not good enough," Tangerine says. He takes off his shirt and throws it next to your sleeping shorts on the floor. "Did I ever tell you how pretty you look when you come around my fingers?"

"Yes, Tan. Probably a hundred times."

"I can always do better," he loves how you smile at him when he's being a cheeky bastard on purpose. "Just let me prove it."

starry girl sleepover ☆

[fictionadventurer]

All the tour groups in Springfield should be very proud of me for how well I refrained from sharing all my fascinating Lincoln facts.

[toothfa-1-ry]

YOU STILL LIKE IT THOUGH

GENRE: Fluff, crack fic ish?

PAIRING: Choi su-bong/thanos x preg!fem!reader

FEAT: Nam gyu as the supportive bestie (that he never rlly was)

A/N: this fic i based of a request from anon !! Tbh i changed ALOT of the request (haha- sorry 😞) because I felt like it was a little repetitive and idk i just can't write rlly emotional scenes with Thanos for some reason (??) ALSO I feel like there are parts where Thanos seems ooc? Idk.. i wrote this instead of studying in the span of 30 mins

"Whoo!" You hear Thanos shout on the top of his voice while he high fives nam gyu as they both jump up and down as if they were children in elementary school after winning a play ground game

You manage your groan, suppressing it while you stare at them from afar, of course that crazy fucker managed to pass through the first game.

You hated to admit it, but a part of you was relieved,

You always had a thing for psycho guys, and your ex boyfriend? The one with the brightly dyed hair who was now doing some weird dance seemed to proudly embody every part of that sentiment.

You carefully watch from afar, not wanting to catch his eyes, your hand unknowingly lay over your stomach while you move uncomfortably in the bunk bed

Fuck, your feeling dizzy all over again

You hear a thud against your bed post, you look up slowly, your eyes slightly squinting to see the purple haired boy with a usual frown on his face

"Hey" his eyebrows raise "are you okay"

"I thought I told you to get lost earlier"

Your mood swings weren't really helping either

"Geez woman" thanos tchs but sits beside you in your bed anyways "im just trying to help" grumbling under his breath but the cautious expression in his face saied otherwise

"I came here to brag about how amazing i usually am but seeing you like this is just killing the vibe yknow"

he makes a hand gesture in the air, leaning face closer in an attempt to make you smile which does not go wasted as the smile you tried to supress escaped your face

"Fuck off you loser" your still kneeling, your hands over your knees and your face hiding behind your knees but he hears the smile in your voice anyways.

He wouldn't want to admit it, but he was relieved

He always had a thing for girls with pretty voices and you? The girl right next to him had to have one of the prettiest voices he had ever heard. Ofcourse who would better know than a rapper like himself?

"I thought I told you to stick close to me, instead you leech to that crazy old man" thanos says as he points towards gi hun who sat far away in the opposite side

You immediately slap his hand, causing him to wince while retracing it back, rubbing it softly

"How many times will I tell you! You shouldn't point your hands at strangers especially to people who are older" you scold him rather loudly causing him to wince even more

"Agh" thanos ruffles his neon hair while complaining "why don't you shout louder so that everyone will hear and laugh at me?"

You resist the urge to roll your eyes upon his childish manners, he really didn't change

Thanos suddenly bangs the top of the bunk with a loud sound, taking you by shock

"Oi" his voice loud and almost threatening "nam gyu" calling out the man above the bed

Immediately your taken by shock once more when a man's head pops upside down, with black oily hair falling all over his face from above the bed

"Yes Thanos?" Nam gyu quickly inquired while sparing you a quick glance which didn't go unnoticed by the scowling man next to you

"Did you hear her telling me off?" He points at nam gyu before quickly adding "careful, there's only one correct answer"

Nam gyu pauses and thinks which seems to be the wrong thing to do as it just annoys Thanos

"Whats wrong with you, tell me quickly!"

"N-no! Not at all! Infact nobody heard anything!" Nam gyu quickly says, obviously lying but this seemed to please Thanos who now held a haughty face

Wow, this is was supposedly the father of your unborn child. Shame you and your taste in weird guys

Before Thanos could open his mouth to say something, a group of pink guards enter the room with large containers

Straight away you freeze up, shrinking behind the bed while your heart hammered, fear spread across your face

Noticing your expression on your face, instinctively Thanos covers you with his back, shielding you with his arms which covered your sides while his expression, though you could not see was filled with wariness

The pink guards open the large containers they were carrying as everyone watched quietly, scared as they were unsure of what to expect, you included

The pink guard with the white circle lifts up a piece of bread and milk "lunch time" announcing in the same robotic voice like all the other guards

A sigh of relief escapes your mouth as your shoulders relax, unlike you Thanos still shields you, covering your face with his back

You hit him with a thud on the back of his head

"What the hell man" thanos turns around, his eyes glaring at you

"Stop trying to act like a hero you shameless prick" you frown even though his actions did leave you with a warm feeling in your heart

"Your acting so protective after all the stunt you pulled before we broke up" you continue "seeing you act all so protective is just pissing me off even more"

Thanos throws his head back, groaning "give me a break woman. You know I was going through a hard time"

"Bullshit" your fold your arms, as if it was act to protect yourself, and the unborn baby in your stomach.

The poor thing was only 2 months old

The both of you hear nam gyu cough from above the bed, forgetting that he was there in the first place

Again Thanos bangs the top of the bunk, causing you to give him a look

"Stop doing that" you scold him

"doing what?" Thanos raises his eyebrow before banging the top of the bunk again while sticking his tongue at you

Nam gyu pops back down again, upside down, the sight would have been hilarious only if you weren't experiencing the pain in your stomach and the sight of the man sitting beside you

"Go get lunch for me and my girl" thanos tilts his head towards you while avoiding your eyecontact while you tell yourself not to think about the fact that he still referred to you as 'his girl'

"go fast what are you still doing here" thanks reprimanded nam gyu

Nam gyu awkwardly stood unsure of what to say "but it's just one bread and one milk per person"

"Then give her yours" thanos said simply "and go steal someone's lunch for me"

"Then what about for me?" Nam gyu asked dumbfounded which caused Thanos to pause and think for a while

"That's not my fucking problem man- now go" he pushes him away, leaving you with a heavy sigh

"I don't want to eat"

"Don't talk bullshit" thanos eyes you "you think i'm gonna let you starve? I never did, and i wont be starting now"

Again with the whole protective boyfriend act, fuck, why did it make your heart race a little?

"Your still such an asshole, you didnt change a bit" you huffed as you leaned behind, resting your back against the wall

"Well you changed" thanos says which quirks your curiosity

"How so?'

"I don't know" he shrugs "something is different. Something happened, i can't exactly ppint my fi ger at it though"

Your eyes dart away from his while your breathing started to fasten slightly

"Oh yea? How so?" You ask, your voice slightly higher than it was which Thanos picks up immediately

"Ohoho" he grins "did I get it right? Did you get something done?" He glances you up and down which leads you to hitting him

"Ow- i was just joking, you still take everything so seriously" he grumbled holding your hand from hitting him "I wish that part had changed'

Your other hand comes swinging which he again grabs softly

"jokingg" he says in a sing song voice before letting both your arms go leaving you with a scowl and him with a satisfied smirk in his face

"Asshole" you mutter which stretches his smirk even more

"You still like it though"

You almost swear you heard a hint of vulnerability in his tone, prompting you to glance at him quickly just to catch him already looking at you

"So? Aren't you gonna ask me what has changed?" You ask slowly, in your head trying to process whether your doing the right thing or not,

You first found out you were pregnant with your baby right after you and Thanos broke up.

The following days, whenever you went to pay him a visit, he was always missing, causing you to believe maybe it was better for him not to know. And then you suddenly meet him for the first time after your breakup during the squid games

The timing was almost comical

"Why?" Thanos continued still with an amused face "you still seem the same on the inside"

Your hand immediately goes to your stomach, slowly tracing along it from above the green track jacket which everyone wore

"Don't tell me your sick or something" thanos asks with his voice slightly raised as he notices your action "fuck are you?"

His eyes slightly widens as he frowns "hey" he snaps his finger upon your zoning out "are you sick?"

"Hm?" You ask confused

"What the fuck" he swears under his breath with a anxious expression on his face while his hand runs through his finger "is that why your here? To win some money for your treatment?"

"Su Bong its not like that-" All your attempts of correcting him seemed to be futile as he sweared loudly, getting out of the bed

"Shit shit shit!" He grabs his head while he paced around the floor, a sight you had seen a few times over the span of your relationship

"ofcourse that's why your here, you would only be here for a sensible reason"

"Oh, su bong" you attempt to appeal to him, reaching your hand out, pulling his closer towards you while he hands were still over his head, eyes lowered

"Fuck baby I'm so sorry" he breathed out "shit i never should have left, i thought" he paused "I thought I'd win some money and get you back, give you the life you really deserve but"

You watch his dazed expression while he rambled, you bit you underlip, hesitant of whether to tell him the truth still

"Fuck, i didn't even know that, i didn't even know you were sick-"

Before he could continue again you grab his face , forcing him to look at your face

"I'm not sick, that's not why im here"

Thanos breathed heavily, everything felt so real suddenly, he felt his cross necklace strapped around his neck, his fingers itching to pop a pill in his mouth to sooth his nerves

"I'm not sick" you shake your head as you lean your forehead against his "su-bong"

You can still feel his strained breaths and darting eyes

"I'm pregnant"

And it all stopped,

You held your breath, afraid of what would happen if you let go, your could heart your heartbeat from your ears, feel the realisation setting inside thanos,

You were scared. Scared of how he would react

He breaks away first, slowly and gently. Staring at you with no expression in his face,

"And it's yours" you rapidly feel the need to add, taken back by his silence which didn't not suit him "and i know having a kid was never in your plan, and i know things are over between us but-"

Your body is wrapped by his arms and his face nestles in your neck, pulling your deeper in his embrace

"Holy shit" thanos whispers in your ear, you can hear the giddiness radiating off his voice "im a dad"

"Yea you are" you laugh a little as you say "your a dad"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I never got the chance to"

Thanos furrows his eyebrows but doesn't press any more "will you let me be our baby's dad?" He ask

"You know I grew up without a dad, this kid doesn't deserve that" he pokes your stomach with a soft grin which looked slightly odd against his eccentric features "I wanna be in this kids life"

You nodd softly, hearing his words

"And yours too" thanos looks up to you, grinning while he winked at you "senorita"

"You corny bastard" you laugh shaking your head

"You still like it though"

You nodd your head, with tenderness in your eyes and voice

"I do"

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"Thanos!" Nam gyu came running with 3 pieces of sweet bread and 3 packets of milk "I got it! Do you know how much trouble i went to get all these-"

"Give it here " thanos grabbed all the bread and milk away "why did you take so long anyways"

Nam gyu held his hands as he pouted "I mean- i had to fight like 2 guys for bread and milk for us-"

Thanos brushed him off as he opened all the packets of bread and poked in the straw of all the milk packets

"Uhm thanos" nam gyu apprehensively called out "What are you doing?"

Thanos hands you all the bread and urges you to eat while he holds the packets of milk in his hand, ready to feed you

Thanos gestures towards you who was sitting in the bed, now wrapped in not only your jacket but his aswell "can't you see the lady is pregnant"

Nam gyu scratched his head "pregnant? With who?"

Thanos shakes his head, exaggerating his actions "dumb ass, she's pregnant with my baby ofcourse" he announced like it was the most obvious thing in the world

"Holy shit!" Nam gyu gaped his hand covering his mouth as he stares at you while you sheepishly smile at him

Thanos let out a small laugh which then slowly grew louder

"What? Why are you surprised? Ofcourse i succeeded in my first try- fuck" he kneels down in pain after being striked by you in the stomach

Nam gyu pulls a face in behalf of Thanos as he pats his back sympathetically while he whispers to you

"Don't worry. I know it probably wasnt his first try or anything- ow" nam gyu kneels on the ground after being hit in the stomach by thanos

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"What... what are you guys doing?" You question as you approach Thanos and nam gyu who were huddled up in a corner, in a long rather quiet conversation which seemed like an unusual activity for both of them to part take in

Both in the 'discussion' and 'quiet' part

Thanos loops his arm around your with a proud smirk on his face while urging nam gyu to announce what they were discussing

Nam gyu nodds eagerly as gets up in his two feet quickly, standing straight and tall with a loud and confident voice "we have decided the perfect name for the baby !!"

You see thanos's broad smile and nam gyu's confident voice, uneasiness settling in your stomach for whatever name they picked out

"These is the name that Thanos and i have personally given a lot of thought for and chosen after much contemplation !!"

Thanos nodded his head with a content expression while he winked at you, assuring that you'll like it

"Ahem" nam gyu clears his throat "before I announce the name that we have chosen, i would like to give recognition to the name we almost chose aswell !!"

Thanos immediately began clapping his hand loudly "waaah, I never knew you could speak so well "

This comment made nam gyu's chest fill swell with pride as he puffs out his chest a little

"I shall now, announce the first runners up, the name that almost was given to the new born baby"

nam gyu pauses which prompts Thanos to make the sound of drum rolls

"Nebula" nam gyu announces as he and thanos clap loudly.

Seeing your still figure both men urge you to claps aswell

"Nebula?" You mutter under your breath "where have i heard that name before?"

"And now, the name that has been selected over numerous selection test and discussion, the name of the baby is" nam gyu points at your stomach

"Gamora"

Thanos whoops loudly, both nam gyu and him clapping their hands in the air while you stand off handedly as it hits you

"Your naming our child after the daughter of the purple alien monster from a superhero movie?!"

[bettsfic]

one of the best decisions i've ever made was to stop arguing.

i'd always been an arguer. i was defensive about everything and mindlessly contrary. it wasn't all my fault; i was (and still am) talked down to and patronized a lot, and when you live your life that way, you become kind of a raw nerve and dedicate a lot of energy to trying to prove yourself. someone even told me once, "it's just fun messing with you. you get so upset."

at 23, i was working in an environment where about a half dozen middle aged conservative men were always telling me what to do and explaining things to me. i either argued with them when they said heinous things or stewed about it for hours or even days. and so my new year's resolution one year was simply: no arguing.

it felt a little like defeat at first, like i was no longer standing up for what i believed in, even though no matter how right i was or how much proof i had for my claims, no one had ever been swayed by anything i told them. part of that was because they had no respect for me and didn't take me seriously; the other part was the simple truth that arguments are almost never productive. when someone says something and you immediately reply with, "you're wrong and here's why," a wall goes up and nothing can go over it.

i couldn't just let these men talk at me though, so i started asking questions. not leading questions, not with an intention to prove a point or walk them into a corner. i genuinely wanted to understand how they came to shape the opinions they held. i realized that understanding and agreeing are two different things, and just because i seek to understand doesn't mean i condone.

a truly fascinating thing happened: these men walked into corners all by themselves. it turns out nobody had ever actually tasked them with speaking their opinions aloud to a neutral audience. no one had ever been sincerely curious about them and their views. sure, their loved ones probably asked, "how are you doing?" all the time as a show of affection, but that's much different than, "what do you think?"

knowing what i know now, i think that's true of everyone. how many people ask you for your opinion and listen to what you have to say without speaking their opinion back to you? without judging you? how many people actively and intentionally try to understand you?

it's been over ten years since my resolution and i think i can count the arguments i've gotten into on one hand. one finger, even. it's amazing what happens when someone tries to rile you up, pick a fight with you, and your only response is, "can you elaborate on that?"

you can work someone into a very open and vulnerable state when you ask questions. they eventually run out of their usual talking points and move into the personal. when i do this, it's not like therapy; i'm not trying to help anyone. and it's not like teaching; i'm not trying to educate anyone. i just want to understand how people reach the conclusions they've come to. even after all these years of asking questions and not arguing, it still amazes me how few people in this world feel understood, and how easy it is to get them to open up when you say, "i want to know what you think."

[chuluoyi]

✎ daddy-to-be

- gojo satoru x reader

in which you're worried about how he'd react to you carrying his baby

genre: fluff and comfort, mentions of pregnancy and dizzy spells

note: i feel soooo warm writing this *sigh* thank u anon who asked this!

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

"Gojo-sensei! Must we do this?"

"For real?!"

"Okaka..."

"Yoohoo! Hehehehe~"

You sighed at the sight of your tall paintbrush of a husband. Satoru was supposedly teaching his first years—Maki, Panda and Inumaki—and yet, from where you were standing, it looked more like he was bullying them into following his whims more than anything.

A kind reminder that… this silly man is the father of your unborn child.

He didn't know that you were pregnant yet, because you had discovered it just a few days ago and chosen to keep it a secret for the time being.

In theory, this was normal. You two were married and engaged in a high level of sexual activity—something Satoru made sure of—and therefore, conceiving a child was bound to happen sooner or later.

Admittedly, accepting the fact that you were carrying his baby wasn't as easy as you thought, even knowing that. You hadn't seriously talked about having kids, and sure, your husband might have just taken a young cursed boy Yuta into his care—and way before that, Megumi, but it wasn't the same with your own child. It can't be the same.

And not to mention that you two were jujutsu sorcerers. Where would raising a baby fit in this bloody, cursed world you lived in?

...and above all, as things stand now, does Satoru even want a baby?

You released another sigh as you walked away, but then your vision tipped and you had to grab the wall for support. Right, you hadn't even been feeling well these past few days. You got queasy easily, and you experienced sporadic bouts of vertigo too.

"Sensei?" Yuta's worried voice greeted you, and you forced yourself to remain upright. "Are you okay?"

"Ah, yes, I'm fine," you assured him with a smile.

"Should I get Gojo-sensei? You seem pale..."

"No, no, that's—"

"Ooh~ Wifey!"

You cursed his impeccable timing as the striking white hair of your husband came to view. A mischievous grin adorned his face, a bundle of sunshine and trouble as always, as he wrapped an arm around you.

"Don't you have to teach the second years? My pretty wife, you can't be slacking—"

His smile abruptly fell when you subconsciously leaned on him and he noticed your shallow breaths. Satoru promptly tightened his grip on you.

"Yuta," his tone had taken a sharper turn. "Go to the training grounds and train with the others. Class ends after that."

As Yuta nodded and proceeded on his way, he immediately turned to face you. "What's wrong?" he asked with genuine concern. "Are you not feeling well? Can you walk?"

"I'm fine," you insisted, even though the edges of your vision started to blur.

Satoru pursed his lips, and you could tell even with his blindfold on, he was staring at you hard. "Don't be stubborn. Come on, let's get you home."

In an instant, he teleported you back to your shared home, his arms securely under your knees. You didn't know when the dizziness started to ramp up, but you were sure to fall if he didn't have a secure grip on you.

"How long have you been feeling unwell?" he inquired as he carefully lowered you onto your bed.

Realizing there was no point in hiding it any longer, you squeezed your eyes shut as your head rested on the soft pillow. "...since this morning."

Satoru expressed his dissatisfaction with a grunt. "In that case, you shouldn't have gone to school. From now on, you're on leave."

He fussed over you—removing your shoes, fine-tuning the air conditioner, and ensuring you were snug in bed. "What is causing you to feel this bad? Is it something you ate? We had dinner together, and I feel perfectly fine..."

You raised your gaze to him just as he tore off his blindfold, his eyes locking with yours. The blue of his eyes scrutinizing and assessing you, and suddenly, you felt insecure as he quirked an eyebrow, seemingly suspecting something. “Is there something you aren't telling me?”

This is it. You couldn't keep this from him any longer. This was his child as much as yours, he had to know for you to be able to decide on the next steps.

You exhaled. "I'm… pregnant."

Silence. For the next five seconds, you could've sworn that Satoru held his own breath.

"Pregnant?" he repeated, stunned, widened cerulean marbles blinking several times. "You...?"

You sat up, reaching for your nightstand and retrieving the five pregnancy tests you had stashed in the drawer, handing them to him.

Satoru fixed his gaze onto the two red lines on the sticks, examining them and then shifting his eyes between you and them several times. You didn't dare to look at him, feeling your hands starting to shake and your gut twisting.

But contrary to your dread, before you could blink, he pulled you into his embrace. Your heart melted as he softly murmured, "Dummy, why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I... I was worried. I didn't think I..."

He nuzzled into your neck, breathing in deeply. "Silly... I'm supposed to be your safe space. You can and absolutely should tell me these kind of things..."

A lingering fear persisted in your gut as you croaked out, "Are you... okay with it?"

Satoru snapped his head so quickly, his brow furrowed. "What do you mean—of course I am! Why wouldn't I be?"

You didn't know why, but his impromptu and steadfast declaration brought tears to your eyes.

"Stupid," he chided, his voice tinged with slight giddiness and overflowing fondness, and doubled with the wide grin on his face, you were starstruck. Holding your hand, he pressed a tender kiss on your knuckles, and then on the wedding band resting on your ring finger.

His sincere, warm eyes spoke volumes as he said, "You are my beautiful, lovely, and amazing wife. And now you're about to make me a daddy. Why wouldn't I be thrilled about that?"

You had given him love that saved him in countless ways, some of which you might not even realize. And now, you were about to gift him another piece of you to love—his own family to cherish. Satoru was convinced he couldn't love you more than he did in this moment.

You cried even harder, wiping your face sloppily as you pouted at him, voice clogged with tears, a mixture of relief and happiness overwhelming you. "Why are you so s-sweet? You're u-usually... such a menace..."

"Hey! That's slander! I'm always nice to you!" he protested with a mock frown, trying to lighten the mood.

Satoru brought you into his arms again, affectionately stroking your hair. His excitement was palpable as he chuckled gleefully at the very idea of becoming a father to a mini-him or you in a not-so-distant future.

With that sentiment in mind, he genuinely meant every word of what he softly uttered in your ear:

"I love you, sweetheart. And mark my words—with everything I have, I won't let anything happen to you or our baby… I swear it."

[catssluvr]

𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒍, aaron hotchner

aaron hotchner x fem!reader (906 words)

in which you get a necklace with aaron’s initial and he’s absolutely whipped for you <3

warnings: none, clingy hotch :)

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One of your hands holds the generous amount of shopping bags, the other moves to unlock the door. You open it slowly, in case Jack's already asleep. It's just after dinner time but after all the plans Aaron and him had for today, you know he's probably fast asleep in his bed by now.

"Aaron?" You call out gently as you take off your shoes, immediately hearing his footsteps approaching. He appears seconds later, towel draped over his shoulder from doing the dishes.

"Hey, honey. How was shopping with the girls?" He asks with a small smile, leaning over to peck your lips before taking the bags from you and setting them down on the coffee table.

"Pretty good, got everything i needed to get. I also bought Jack a shirt." In your defence, it had a picture of his latest cartoon obsession. How could you resist it?

"You didn't have to." He takes a step towards you and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I disagree." You retort, though you know he doesn't mind you buying thing for Jack. He's not your own, but he's your boy nevertheless. "Is he asleep?"

"Yeah, just put him to bed." Aaron moves to hold your face, leaving kisses all over you forehead. Barely getting to see you on his weekend off feels like some kind of torture and he has plans to not leave your side until Monday.

"Hm, can i go give him a goodnight kiss? Wanna leave his new shirt there so he wakes up to a surprise." You smile eagerly, chuckling at his false annoyed groan.

"Sure, hun. I'll finish the dishes and meet you upstairs." He answers, giving your back a soft tap as you rush to pick up the bag and run upstairs.

You pad into Jack's bedroom, kneeling besides his bed to kiss his forehead gently. Setting the bag at the end of his bed, you leave the room as silently as you came in.

You head to the bedroom that by now is just as yours as it's Hotch's. Gathering one of his shirts before entering the bathroom to get ready for bed.

When you come out, you're met with the sight of Aaron in only a shirt and boxers. Sitting against the headboard of the bed as he waits for you.

"How was your day?" You move under the covers to get comfortable while he starts listing all the activities him and Jack did today.

His hands move to massage your sore legs and you can't help but smile at his thoughtfulness. But they come to a stop once his gaze falls on the gold necklace peaking out from your shirt. He hooks a finger around it, pulling it out from it's hiding place.

Aaron eyes you curiously as it is now completely visible, a small 'A' adorning the middle of the necklace.

"What's this?" He asks, the answer quite evident but he can't get himself to believe it. He looks at you lovingly, brown eyes contrasting with yellow light and making your heart race.

"Oh, i saw it at store and it was too pretty not to get. Besides, you're a part of me and i wanted people to know it." You answer almost sheepishly, fingers playing with the fabric of his shirt. "It's also waterproof so i never have to take it off."

Aaron swears his heart might jump out of his chest. He knows you love him, he just didn't know it was this loudly. He hopes you never stop doing it.

He wonders what the best reaction to this would be, but he can't get himself to think about it too much before he's tugging you closer. Lips pressing against yours in a gentle kiss.

"I'll get one with yours." He mumbles a bit too seriously and you can't help but laugh.

"You don't wear necklaces, Aaron." You hold his face gently, making sure he knows you appreciate the suggestion anyway. You don't need him to get one too, you're content like this.

Aaron hums with a thoughtful expression, "I'll get it engraved on my watch then." He insists and you have to hold back another laugh at the way he raises his eyebrows trying to persuade you.

"Aaron." You try to sound stern but it's prove quite impossible when he kisses your cheek over and over again.

"How about on my handkerchief?"

"Please don't. We'll be looking like an old married couple." You tease with an affectionate smile.

"We could be." His answer is way more sweet than you expected it to be, heat rushing to your cheeks. He smiles at that and pulls you impossibly closer.

"Are you proposing, Hotchner?" You tease further, though your heart is beating wildly in your chest. He's way too nice.

"You think lowly of me." He plays along, his own smile never leaving his face.

Silence falls over you two for a moment and you take advantage of it to lay your head against his chest, relaxing at the sound of his heart beating against your ear.

"Thank you, seriously." Aaron mutters with a gentle squeeze on your shoulder and kiss against your hair.

"Don't bother." Your words come out a bit slurred, sleep starting to evade you. "Love you."

"I love you." He pulls the covers up to your shoulders. He makes note to start looking for rings before his own eyes fall shut.

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love you,

cat 🤍

[mytherapyisreading14]

Drunk Confessions

Summary: You got drunk during a night out with your best friend and accidentally send your Professor a photo of you in lingerie. Now you try to avoid him, which is not really working.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Category: Smut (18+ MDNI)

Warnings: alcohol consumption, dirty talk, dom!spencer, semi-public sex, hair pulling, thigh riding, spanking, fingering, praise kink, multiple orgasms, oral sex (kinda, he comes in her mouth)

Word Count: 4,6k

Author’s Note: My last posts got so many likes, I didn’t expect that at all, thank you sm!! <3

Your alarm goes off - 8:30am. You groan. Your head is pounding and the sun shining into your room is just way too bright. Your stomach turns and you close your eyes to escape the wave of nausea. You slowly sit up and search for your phone on the nightstand. It feels like your head is going to explode. You reach out and unlock the screen, turning your alarm off.

It's way too early. And you drunk way too much last night. It was a chaotic but nice yesterday, a night full of laughter, way too much alcohol and karaoke. Your best friend celebrated her birthday and you promised to go to your favorite bar with her. You have to smile when you think back to the night and start checking your messages. You see that she already texted you this morning to find out how you are doing.

How are you?

I have the worst headache after last night

It was fun though, wanna go again tonight?

Just kidding, I feel like I need a week to recover from this

You can’t help but laugh and answer her quickly. You are about to put your phone away to finally get ready when a new chat catches your eye. You freeze in shock. It’s your Professors name. The one you’ve been crushing on since you saw him for the very first time.

Back when you found out that you were getting a new professor, you didn't expect much, a lecture like any other with someone who was only concerned with reciting his material. But then he entered. He came through the door and for a moment it seemed as if time stood still. The room, which had just been immersed in the murmur of conversation, suddenly became silent.

He was tall - taller than you expected and his presence filled the room in a way that you couldn't put into words. He wore a simple but elegant suit that somehow effortlessly fit him perfectly. His hair was a little longer, curly and fell slightly over his forehead. And then he looked up. His big, brown eyes met yours and in a split second everything became clear to you. You immediately knew you wanted, needed, this man.

Now you stare at the chat in complete horror. He recently gave you his number for a project. That's how this whole texting thing could even happen. Your heart is pounding in your chest. Obviously you can't remember texting him. You were so drunk yesterday that you can't even remember how you got home.

You open the chat - and your heart stops for a moment. It wasn't just a message that you sent him. It was a photo. Of you, in lingerie. It’s one of your favorite sets, you got it a couple of weeks ago. "I wore this for you today, Professor. Do you like it?” You wrote in addition to the photo.

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. You just stare at the screen, the picture of you that you should never, ever, ever have sent. And the worst part: He read it. But didn't reply. Confusion and panic spreads through you. You jump out of bed, your feet barely finding purchase on the floor, and your heart keeps racing. You try to think clearly, but your thoughts are a complete mess.

You reach for your phone again and frantically tap on the chat with your best friend, but you pause and call her instead. "Hello?" Her voice still sounds sleepy and hungover. “Oh my God, I need your help!" you gasp and immediately start telling her everything.

The line is silent, then you hear a short laugh. "Wait a minute... what? You did that?" You close your eyes and search for the right words. But before you can say anything, it hits you like a blow. You also have a lecture with him today.

"I’m not coming today," you tell her. “You can't just cancel!" she says immediately, and you hear her getting herself settled in her bed. Her voice sounds determined, but also worried. "You know how it is, our seminar today. We can't miss it. We said that celebrating wouldn't stop us," she says. "Celebrating isn't what would stop me either. Seeing him definitely is," you say and lean back with a groan.

You close your eyes and sink even deeper into the pillows. Your stomach clenches when you think about it. She’s right, You really have to go today. But the text, the picture that you sent him - what if he wants to talk to you about it? Or worse, he reports the whole thing?

"I can't just sit in front of him today and pretend that everything is normal. I sent him a picture of me in lingerie... I can't face him. It's just... it's just too much!" There is silence on the other end of the line for a moment. She still hasn't said anything, and you know she's thinking. Then you hear her take a deep breath.

“Okay, the thing with the picture, that's really... a little crazy. But hey, you can skip the lecture. Just disappear after the seminar and then hide in your apartment. Or you can go and hope that when you run into him, he'll do completely different things after you seeing this photo. I bet you looked hot, was it the new set you recently bought?” she asks and you can hear her grin even though you're on the phone.

Obviously she knows about your crush on your professor. You couldn’t stop talking about him after your first lecture and she took every opportunity to tease you about it. You look at your phone as if it were the only thing that could help you think clearly. Of course she's right. You have to go to your seminar. And you can really skip his lecture. Still, the idea that he might be thinking about it makes your heart beat faster and not just in excitement.

“You're right, I... okay, I'll come," You say after a short pause, but the thought of maybe running into him still makes you nervous. “You'll see, it won't be as bad as you think. You'll get through the seminar, it's only an hour. And then we'll be out and we can take our time for everything else. And you'll just avoid your favorite professor today," she continues to teases.

“Today? More like forever," you mutter and finally get up, even though the thought of getting out of bed still paralyzes you. “See you soon then. I'll shower and get dressed now, then I'll come. Let’s meet outside the building, okay?" you ask. "Sure!" she calls out happily. "See you soon and don’t forget to wear another fancy set for your professor today. Just in case you run into him,” she jokes.

After you hang up you put the phone on the pillow and stand there for a moment, your legs heavy, your head still about to explode. But then you take a deep breath. It'll be fine, you just have get through the seminar. With a sigh, you go into the bathroom and take painkillers first. Then you start getting ready.

You turn on the water and let it run hot. A short time later, you go into the shower. The hot steam envelops you and slowly your body feels a little alive again. The nausea subsides and the hangover becomes more bearable. After the shower, you get dressed in peace - black skirt, a comfy sweater and your favorite sneakers. You quickly walk through the apartment again to make sure you packed everything and when you leave the house, you somehow feel less like a wreck.

-

The smell of freshly served pasta is still in your nose as you say goodbye. You got lunch together after your seminar and it was nice to get a little break and talk about everything that happened. Now you are ready to leave but you still have to go to the library to get a book that you need for your upcoming assignment first.

“I still have to go to the library," you tell her, pulling your bag over your shoulder. “Are you coming with me?” you ask her. “I’m sorry, I have to pick up my sister now. But be careful, you don’t want to run into your favorite professor, or do you?” she teases again. “I’m not going to run into him. I’ll hurry up and leave immediately. I’ll call you later. See you tomorrow," you say and give her a quick wave before you set off.

-

The campus is full of students rushing through the halls, carrying their books around or sitting in groups and discussing. You slip into the library and head straight to the section where the book you need is. Unfortunately it’s at the top of the shelf and you realize that you probably won't be able to reach it. You jump up a few times, but the distance between you and the book just seems too big. You sigh. If only you were a little taller.

As you attempt the jump for the third time, you suddenly feel a presence building behind you. One that seems familiar. Your heart beats faster and a nervous tremor takes hold of you. You turn around and stare straight into Professor Reid's eyes. He is standing just inches away from you and you can hear the soft sound of his breathing.

The look he gives you is almost piercing - warm, but somehow also searching. He leans forward slightly without saying a word and effortlessly grabs the book with one hand. You avoid his gaze as he hands it to you. “Thank you," you murmur, trying to hide the slight nervous tremor in your voice. He nods and stands still for a moment.

"You weren't at my lecture today." You stare at the book in your hands and feel your stomach clench. This is not good. “I..." you take a deep breath. "I haven't been feeling so good. My head..." He waits, his eyes still fixed on you, and you get the feeling that he wants to hear more. You feel his gaze on you and when you finally raise your eyes to look into his eyes, there is a silent understanding, and for a moment you wonder if there’s more. “Sick, or...?" he asks calmly. You hesitate and bite your lip.

"I went out partying with my best friend yesterday, it was her birthday… we drank a little bit too much and... well, I'm not feeling so good today. That’s why I skipped." His expression remains neutral, but something in his gaze changes. You can hardly believe it, but it's almost as if he's interested. He frowns slightly. "I understand," he then says. "But it's not ideal to miss class, especially when important topics are involved."

You nod. “I know, Professor. I won’t happen again.” You just want to get out of this situation, and as you try to take a step back he stops you. "No, wait. I need to talk to you." You pause and turn back to him. "About what? I don’t really have the time -" you begin, pretending you don't have any idea what he wants to talk about, when he cuts you off.

"Doesn’t matter, it’s important. We'll sort it out in my office." His gaze is intense as he steps towards you. The thought of him asking you to come to his office makes your heart beat faster. The idea of ​​being alone in a room with him is tempting. "Okay," you say quietly, unable to prevent a nervous tingling from spreading in your chest. You follow him, even though your legs feel like they're made of jelly.

He leads the way, his steps calm and determined, and you can barely keep your eyes from lingering on his back. As soon as you reach the door to his office, he opens it and lets you enter first. You step in, your heart now beating loudly in your ears. The moment he closes the door behind you, you realize that it is more than just a conversation about the seminar.

The look he is giving you now is not the look of a professor. It is the look of a man who wants more than just academic discussions at this moment. And the thought that you’re alone with him in this room inevitably leaves you nervous and intrigued at the same time.

As the door closes behind you, you’re left breathless for a moment. His office is quiet, almost too quiet, compared to the crowded hallways outside. The room is sparsely decorated, except for the desk covered with stacks of paper and a few personal items. He is still standing at the table, his arms loosely folded in front of his chest and looks at you.

"Sit down," he says calmly, pointing to the chair on the opposite of the desk. You hesitate, then finally sit down, your heart pounding in your chest. The nervous energy inside you grows as you try to organize your thoughts. Before he can say anything else, you can’t hold it back any longer. The words come out of you hastily, almost in a rush, and you feel your body tense.

"The picture, it was a mistake! I didn't mean to... It wasn't meant for you. I was drunk, and it was stupid of me, really. I'm sorry." You look at the table, avoiding his gaze. But as you say the last words, you immediately notice how the atmosphere in the room changes. He remains silent for a moment, but then his body language shifts slightly - his gaze becomes more intense, the tension between you almost tangible.

"Hmm," he says after a pause, his voice deep and calm, "so the picture wasn't meant for me?" You flinch when you hear his question. What exactly does he want to hear? What does he want to know from you? You try to stay calm and answer hesitantly.

"It... it's none of your business." His expression hardens instantly. "It is," he says, and his voice sounds sharper, more determined now. "Because you sent it to me." Your heart beats faster as he continues. "I don't think it was an accident, even if you were drunk. You wanted to send it to me. And you did."

A cold shiver runs down your spine. You open your mouth, trying to say something, but you can't find a way to defend yourself. Instead, you just stay still, looking at your hands, which are resting nervously on your lap.

He laughs quietly, a mocking, almost challenging laugh. "So you're really sure it was an accident, huh?" He slowly leans forward, rests his hands on the table and looks straight into your eyes. The look in his eyes has changed, and something in his expression shows you that he is the one in control.

"Do you really think I haven't noticed how you look at me in class? How you keep watching my hands? How you press your thighs together when I approach you?" His words hit you and you freeze for a moment. Your cheeks burn hot, you feel your heart pounding uncontrollably, but you keep quiet. Everything inside you screams to defend yourself, but you stay silent because you know he’s right.

"I noticed from the beginning, angel," he continues, and a shiver runs down your spine. You can’t believe he just called you that. It turns you on immensely. "I know you didn't just do it because of the party and the alcohol. You also sent it to me because you wanted to." He leans further forward, his presence overwhelming, and you can't help but feel small even as you try to assert yourself.

You open your mouth to say something, but the words stick in your throat. What could you say? That he's wrong? That would be a lie. “You sent it to me," he repeats, his voice now almost like a command. "Because you wanted to show me. And I don't think it was an accident. You were drunk, yes, but you wanted me to see you like this."

Your body is paralyzed. It feels like the room has suddenly become smaller. You can hardly breathe. His words and his look have completely captured you in that moment. “I... uh," you begin, but the thought that he is in control, that he sees you like this at this moment, leaves you speechless and you’re unable form a proper sentence.

He remains silent, only his eyes continue to focus on you. "You have to understand that you can't just play with me like that." His gaze becomes more intense, and for a moment it seems as if he wants to say more but then he slowly stands up, walks around the table and stops right in front of you.

"I'll show you something," he says in a calm but unmistakable voice. "And you will understand why it wasn't just an accident." Your heart beats faster. His hand reaches for your chin, lifting it up and tracing his thumb over your bottom lip. Your breath hitches and you lean closer, craving his touch. “Get up and lock the door for me,” he says and pulls his hand away slowly.

You do as your told immediately and when you turn around, he is sitting on his chair with his legs spread. He looks so hot and you desperately clench your thighs together to relief the pressure between your legs. “Good girl. Come here,” he says and pats his thigh. You shiver in excitement and when he notices a grin spreads across his face.

You go over to him and when you stand in front of him, he pulls you down into his lap. He leans forward to whisper into your ear “That’s what you wanted, right? To be my good girl. That’s why you send me that picture. You wanted to end up here,” he says and places his hands on your hips. You press yourself closer against him and inhale his scent, he smells like cinnamon, peppermint and aftershave, it’s addictive.

However, you get interrupt by his hand reaching into your hair to pull your head back. You gasp in surprise and he leans closer to you, looking deep into your eyes again. “I asked you a question. I expect an answer,” he says and you can feel yourself getting even wetter. “Yes, that’s true. I - I always wanted that,” you manage to say and he releases your hair, satisfied with your response.

Then he leans forward and you finally feel his lips against yours. It’s even better than you always imagined and you start to grind against his leg, desperate to release the friction between your legs. But Spencer quickly stops you. “Did I allow you to move?” he asks and you shake your head.

He sighs in disappointment but before he can say anything you quickly answer him. “No, you didn’t,” you say and his grip on your hips looses a little. “That’s right. I didn’t. And you’re not allowed to move until I tell you to. You’re going to listen to me and do exactly what your told, do you understand?” he asks. “I understand.”

“See, it’s not that hard. You listen to me, you behave and you’ll get your reward. Now, do you want to ride my thigh?” he asks, his hand slowly sliding behind your back to your ass, squeezing it. “Yes, please. Can I?” you ask and he leans forward to kiss you again, his tongue exploring your mouth. When he pulls back you can see his eyes sparkling with lust. “So polite, I like that. Yes, you can,” he says and you finally go back to moving against his thigh.

It feels good, so good and when Spencer starts to slide one hand under your shirt to grab your breasts you press closer against him. You can feel that you soaked your underwear trough and wearing only a skirt, you can already see a small wet stain on his pants. His gaze follows yours and he chuckles. “Someone’s needy,” he says and you nod, leaning against his chest, grinding down more against him.

“Spen - Spencer, I’m going to come,” you whimper but he pulls you back by your hair again. “It’s Sir for you, angel,” he says and you correct yourself immediately. “Please Sir, can I come on your thigh now?” you breath out and he grabs your hips again, stopping you.

“No, not yet,” he simply says and you whine when he stands up and you lose contact. “But I thought - “ you start but he doesn’t let you finish. He turns you around and pushes you down onto his desk. “Doesn’t matter what you thought. I decided I’m not letting you come yet,” he says and flips over your skirt to expose your underwear to him.

“I see, another pair then the ones you wore yesterday. I’ve got to admit, I prefer the other ones, but you look pretty anyway, angel,” he says, sliding his hands over your thighs and your ass. “Last night when you send me that picture, I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he admits and you can feel your whole body reacting to his words.

A wave of confidence flashes through you. “Did I keep you up last night, Sir? Did you have to stroke your cock while you looked at my picture? Thinking about all the ways you want to fuck me?” you ask him and turn your head slightly back to look at him with a smirk on your face. His eyes darken and he tightens his grip.

“Oh you have no idea, angel. I’m going to show you exactly what I was thinking about last night,” And suddenly you feel a harsh smack on your ass. He just spanked you. And you liked it. Your breath hitches and you bit down on your lip to keep quiet. You don’t want anyone to find out what’s going on in here.

His hand strokes the spot he just hit before going further down to pull at your panties. He takes them off and stuffs them into his pocket. You are convinced you’re not going to get them back. Then you feel his long, slender fingers sliding between your legs before he presses onto your clit. You gasp in surprise and try to press against him but his grip on your hips is firm, holding you still.

Then he pushes two fingers inside you. “So fucking wet.” His eyes wander over your body down to your legs hungrily, appreciating every curve and every spot. “I’ve never seen such a pretty pussy. And it’s all mine now. You’re all mine now,” he says. The way his fingers move and the way he stares at you intensely feels just way too good.

When his thumb goes back to your clit, rubbing it in slow circles, you can feel how your orgasm builds up inside of you and you can no longer hold back your moans. “Spencer - Sir, feels so good. Please,… I need more,” You clench around his fingers and he quickly puts a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. “Shh, be quiet, angel. As much as I would love to hear all these lovely sounds you make, I don’t want to get interrupted. Not now, when I finally have you, after all this time.”

His fingers curl inside you and keep hitting your g -spot. You clench around them, he notices and chuckles. “Can I - please,” you stutter. “Yes angel,” he says, already knowing what you’re asking for and you come around his fingers. You never had such an intense orgasm from foreplay before, but you don’t mind. It’s even better than you always imagined.

He wants to give you a moment to recover but you want more. You somehow manage to turn around, even though your legs feel like they are going to give in any second and push yourself up on his desk. He looks surprised and opens his mouth to say something but you interrupt him by pulling him closer by his tie.

You wrap your hands around his neck and rank your fingers through his soft, brown hair before kissing him. You moan into his mouth and he groans, sending a shiver down your spine. “Thank you, Sir. That was amazing,” you say with a smirk on your face when you pull back. “Now is the time to lose your pants and relax, I want to return the favor.”

“As much as I want to see you down on your knees with your pretty lips wrapped around my cock, we don’t have much time left. Office hour starts in less than 30 minutes. And I need to fuck you. So drop it and spread your legs for me. Now,” he demands and you obliged, sitting further back on his desk with your legs spread.

He takes a step back and starts to unzip his dress pants. When he takes out his cock your eyes widen. He is even bigger than you expected. “Are you on the pill?” he asks while he starts to pump his cock. “I am,” you say. “Good. I want to fuck your pussy and then, since you suggested sucking me off, come inside your mouth. I want you to taste me. You don’t swallow until I say so. Do you understand?” he asks, sliding his cock through your folds to tease you. “Yes Sir, I understand,” you whimper and he wastes no time and pushes inside you.

His first thrust already make your eyes roll back and you feel like you’re going to die from the intense pleasure. Your legs wrap around his waits and your hands are on his back, pressing him even more against your body. Everytime a whimper or a moan escapes your mouth his thrust become deeper, rougher and faster. You can feel him throb inside you and he keeps hitting your g- spot over and over again.

One of his hand is sneaking through your breast, squeezing it and toying with your nipple. You graze his back with your fingernails and make sure to leave marks on him. Your mind goes blank and you lose yourself in the pleasure completely. After a few more thrust you can feel the orgasm building up inside of you. “Close,” you breath out and he nods. “Me too. You can come on my cock now.”

You let go and your orgasm is even more intense than you expected. You moan his name so loud that he quickly covers your mouth with his hand again. He picks up his speed and a few thrusts later he pulls out of you to shove his cock into your mouth. You can feel his cum inside your mouth and taste him, just like he told you to. He watches you closely the whole time while he recovers from his own orgasm.

“Now swallow,” he says and you do. Then he pulls you forward with both of his hands to kiss you. The kiss is different this time, more gentle and caring, not just full of lust. When he pulls back you both smile. “I guess sending you this picture was not bad at all. And I was so worried.” He laughs. “I’m glad you send it, angel. Now I finally have you all to myself. It's a shame I couldn't take more time for you right now. There's a lot more I'd like to do with you,” he says with a mischievous smile on his face. “Why don’t you show me after your office hours, Sir?” you say with a smirk on your face. “Make sure to be here on time, angel.”

[islandheartprincess]

bully!rafe cameron x reader ˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎

part 1 ✧ part 2 ✧ part 3

summary: rafe hated you, but he mainly hated how obsessed he was with you. placed during senior year of HS. both are of age

warnings: smut, swearing, masturbation (m), reader catching rafe masturbating, bullying, 18+ mdni

pairing: bully!rafe x reader

rafe cameron made sure to make your life at school a living nightmare. he went out of his way to trouble you, and despite your best efforts to ignore his childish behavior, you just couldn't seem to get him to lay off you. it was odd, the way he found pleasure in making you angry, or uncomfortable.

you never knew why he only treated you like this so consistently. you knew that he was in no means a kind person in general, other than the girls he often hooked up with and led on, but he never hung on to someone the way he did with you.

you weren't some annoying, loud, pogue. you kept to yourself on most occasions and found yourself finding peace alone and reading books, or hanging out with your small but close-knit friend group. you honestly couldn't wait till summer, or just graduation in general.

rafe cameron hated her, or so he wanted to. he hated the way she made him feel, vulnerable, and unlike his usual cocky self.

maybe it was the way she kept her calm, when anyone else would've ran away crying? or maybe it was the way she would look up at him, with her doe eyes, a slight glimmer that just told him how she could read through his arrogant front easily. she knew what he was. he hated, hated, that.

why couldn't he just forget about her? why did he find himself thinking about her at the most unconventional times. and why, when her face came up in his mind, he felt his body grow hot and an uncomfortable tightness in his pants. god, when it would happen, often so, he never felt more embarrassed. he was rafe cameron, he could find any dumb cheerleader at the school to fuck and throw away.

yet he found himself yearning after the girl in the back of the class, quiet, smart, and mature. in all his best efforts to make himself forget about her, he only made his obsession worse, and her hatred for him deeper.

rafe cameron was your worst enemy. you couldn't think of a more emotionally immature person than him. you heard the stories about how he ghosted this girl, or cheated on his girlfriend, or hooked up with his best friends ex.

you found yourself having to remind yourself how much of a horrible person he was. it was just that, when he would make fun of you, you'd look at him. really, look at him. you saw his insecurities, his vulnerability.

gosh, was he good looking though. you understood why so many girls at your school pined after him. when he would make fun of you, you felt a lot of things. you felt upset, mostly at yourself due to the wetness you could feel between your thighs. you didn't like how your brain heard his words, but focused on his distracting eyes, and smooth lips.

you wanted him to stay away from you. mostly, you just wanted the uncontrollable needy thoughts to stay away. you knew he would never, ever, be attracted to a girl like you. of course, that's why he hated you, right? he thought you were ugly, and a bother, that had to be why.

you were at your locker, as unbothered as anyone could be. until your locker slammed shut right in front of you, revealing nonetheless then rafe cameron.

this time, he didn't say anything immediately. his mouth opened, but shut after he eyed you up and down. his eyes trailed over the stockings you had decided to wear today, which you couldn't have regretted more in the moment. you squeezed tightly onto your books, just wanting to hear whatever snarky comment he had to make and get it over with.

"really? nice choice of clothes, you going for a degree in slut?" he laughed, and walked away. you were thankful he quickly left so he didn't see the way your face turned red. if only you knew the reason he left in a hurry was to avoid you seeing his rising boner, on a rush to the bathroom stall.

you knew you had to go neaten up, get yourself together. your panties felt damp, your shamefulness deepening. haven being so deep in embarrassment, you didn't notice the boys restroom sign when you walked into the bathroom.

looking into the mirror, you took a deep breath, brushing the loose strands of hair out of your face, until you heard a noise from the end of the bathroom. the bell had rung, so the stalls were all empty, except one. the one all the way on the end of the hall, which you thought you could've heard a small noise from.

taking a step closer with caution, but almost choking on your spit when you heard... a moan? you halted yourself, and your assumptions were true. you wondered who on earth would be jerking off in a bathroom stall, waiting for the next noise to try and recognize the voice.

rafe quickened his pace, feeling himself reaching his climax. he knew the bathroom was empty, but he still tried his best to control his voice. it almost made him mad how desperate he felt thinking about fucking you with those stockings on, or you sucking him off while looking up at him with your gorgeous innocent eyes. it was hard to control his voice thinking about you, so he naturally loudened his moans a little.

oh my god. it all clicked with you. you accidentally walked into the boys bathroom, and rafe cameron was in the stall jerking off. your throat closed up, mind unable to process how this was real. all you were able to do was slap your hand over your mouth to cover your gasp. until you heard- "fuck, y/n." how'd he- oh gosh. correction, rafe Cameron was jerking off, thinking about you. you froze, but knew you had to get out of there before he caught you.

coming down from his high, rafe cleaned himself up, his breathing raggedy. he was ready to get out of this stall, act like it never happened, and go back to class. until, his heart dropped at the sound of the bathroom door shut. no way someone was in here, how'd he not hear them? whatever, they probably didn't even know it was him.

@anitalenia for the borders! ♡

part 2 , part 3- follow for more (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

[hoffmansgirl]

SO INTO YOU. ━ nicholas a. chavez & cooper koch ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

❝ pairing. n. chavez x fem!reader x c. koch ❞

a/n. woof this took long... i hope you enjoy though! let me know if you want a part two (i want to write it so bad but really rough & filthy this time). anyways requests are open just like my legs for these two

.ᐟ warnings. fluff (just nick & coop being cuties & in love!!!), SMUT! making out, soft!dom!cooper, more of a mean!dom!nicholas, slapping?, threesome ofc, oral (fem!receiving), fingering, orgasm denial, sum dirty talk (praise & slight degradation), more fluff :)) wc. 4896

The camera flashes made you slightly lightheaded as you posed, well-trained smile on your face ━ your uneasiness not visible to the paparazzi, but the two men next to you noticed it almost immediately.

Nicholas' hand was resting around your waist comfortably; not tight or low enough to draw attention of the cameramen, but with enough force to let you know that he was there for you.

You looked at Cooper, sweet smile on his face when he caught your eye, the flashes finally coming to an end, and all three of you exhaled with relief.

"I thought it would never end", you pressed your glossed lips together, fixing your hair softly, as you fell back against the chair.

Nicholas laughed at that, sitting across from you, the exhaustion visible in his eyes; he made sure no one was looking before taking your hand into his.

Your relationship with Nicholas was quite... complicated. You were best friends ever since you two met on the set of Monsters. It was you, Cooper and Nicholas, a trio that the internet loved.

Although, you were just a woman. And Nicholas was just a man. It soon evolved into something deeper; something you couldn't quite name. The lingering touches, sleeping on a couch together after an exhausting day on set, sporadic kisses on the cheek, a little too close to the corner of your lips. It would be hard to explain to the general public. You were just friends.

When it came to Cooper, he was the sunshine of your trio. His hugs warm, always making sure you were comfortable in his presence. He was so much different than Nicholas; less bold, always touching you with a glint of uncertainty. They complimented each other so well, it actually started driving you crazy.

You liked Nicholas, and you liked Cooper. Although at this point, you weren't sure if you only liked them. You still felt comfortable around them, but every touch from either of them sent a spark of excitement down your spine, which ━ you hoped ━ they didn't notice.

You had no idea what was happening, but you didn't like it.

Nicholas' thumb traced soft circles on the back of your hand, his eyes warm and welcoming, pretty smile adoring his face. You hesitated before returning the gesture, the loud music and incoherent voices seemed to fade into obscurity as you stared at him. He looked so good that night; a patterned, slightly unbuttoned shirt clung onto his body perfectly, simple black dress pants and shoes, and the god damn cross necklace. Such a simple look, but he looked absolutely flawless. You wondered how he managed to leave you speechless every time he walked into the room. His hair looked messier than usual after he ran a hand through it right after you all left the spotlight.

You shook slightly when you realised you were staring. Nicholas chuckled, shaking his head, hand leaving yours, the sudden coldness making you miss his touch almost instantly.

"You look good tonight", you declared, looking him up and down shamelessly, sly smirk appearing on your face. Nicholas leaned back against the chair, spreading his legs; the sight making your mouth water.

"Could say the same about you, Y/N", Nick rubbed his bottom lip with his thumb nonchalantly. A dangerous glint appeared in his eyes, and you crossed your legs at the sight. Your name leaving his mouth made you shift in your seat uncomfortably, the room becoming smaller in a second.

He didn't lie, though. You decided on a bold outfit, yet modest enough to make an impression. A tight bodysuit with built-in shorts, leaving a little to the imagination; brand new, knee high Naked Wolfe boots that made your legs look longer, and a leather, red coat. Nicholas almost choked when he first saw you, and so did Cooper ━ yet you didn't notice the way their eyes lingered on your body for a little too long.

"You look... fucking hot". You couldn't help but smile at the compliment; his voice sincere, eyes glistening with something you couldn't quite name, playful smirk lingering on his lips. You bit your lip, slightly breathless, playing with the hem of your bodysuit mindlessly. Nicholas' eyes wandered down your body as you did, your curves visible through the thin material, and he noticed that instantly.

"Hey!" Cooper's voice saved you from the heat of Nick's stare as he stepped in. You looked up at him, his presence not helping that much, after all; he looked so good, they both did.

"We have to do some interviews and then we can get the hell outta here", he declared, and you nodded, getting up from the chair awkwardly. A waitress stopped next to the three of you, tray with some kind of alcohol in her hand ━ champagne, you assumed, polite smile on her face. Without hesitation, you took a glass, swallowing all of its contents almost at once.

Nicholas and Cooper laughed when you made a face; it definitely wasn't a champagne. It tasted more like a vodka tonic. Your face twisted in pure disgust at the taste, eyes closing involuntarily.

"Now, slow down, pretty", Cooper said in a playful tone; the nickname made you wish you could drink five more of those drinks. You sent him a glare, small smile lingering on your lips nonetheless.

You heard someone call your name, and you exhaled at the sight of an interviewer waving at you. You exchanged knowing looks with both men before you all walked towards the camera.

A few hours and drinks later, you finally felt your body relaxing. The better part of the event came ━ an after party where cameras were not allowed. You were relieved; the annoying and disrespectful paparazzi followed you like lost puppies, as if trying to capture every single moment of your evening.

You found yourself sitting at the bar, Nicholas and Cooper nowhere in sight. You played with the rim of your glass, the slight buzz finally getting to you, small smile playing on your face.

An image of Cooper and Nick popped up in your head again, and you found yourself thinking about them in inappropriate ways.

The way they'd kiss you, Nicholas more harshly, demanding, almost aggressively. And Cooper? Cooper would take his time, leaving you breathless and painfully turned on when he pulled away. You had no idea which one you liked better. Preferably both, at the same time.

You shook your head, finally deciding on going to search for them. The smell of weed filled your nostrils, and you raised your eyebrows; it wasn't usual for celebrities events to go this far.

Your steps were quite unsure and shaky due to the alcohol in your system, but still confident, as you paced through the crowd of people. You looked around you in search of Cooper familiar curls, but you soon realised it was pointless.

What if they're making out with some random girls?

The thought crossed your mind and you shifted uncomfortably, accepting your defeat as you walked towards the bathrooms.

The corridor was dark, and if it wasn't for the music still playing loudly in the background and the alcohol in your system, you would definitely be scared.

Your boots echoed through the walls, shiver running up your spine at the sudden coldness. You almost screamed when the men's bathroom door opened, and you were met with someone's warm chest.

His smell filled your nostrils, and you exhaled, recognising it right away. Nicholas.

"Already falling for me, doll?", he laughed when you looked up at him, the height difference almost ridiculous ━ even when you were wearing the highest boots you could find.

The corridor was lit only by the men's bathroom dim lightning, and you suddenly felt a spark of excitement run through your chest.

"I was looking everywhere for you!", you declared, stepping away from him, the smell of his cologne making your head spin a little. You studied his face; he seemed completely sober, hair in the same condition you last saw it in ━ so he didn't fuck anyone during his absence. Relief run through your veins at the realisation, small smile making its way onto your face.

"I was looking for you, too", he grinned, and your stomach turned at the sight. "We were just talking about getting the hell out of here. Wanna spend the night?", he asked casually, and even though it wasn't unusual for you to stay over at his place, it felt different this time. You nodded frantically, biting your lip. His cross, gold chain glistened in the dim lightning, and you couldn't help but stare at his chest, hiding under the shirt.

"You know...", you started, your hand moving up before you could register, fingertips lingering on his chest softly. Nicholas stiffened when you met his eyes, and his jaw clenched. "You look really good tonight".

"If you were anyone else, I'd think you're flirting with me", he laughed, but you could feel his muscles tensing when you run your fingers over his chest more confidently now. You tilted your head, wanting nothing more than to feel his skin on yours. "And what if I was?", you challenged, voice teasing, and his hands were on your hips in an instant. Nicholas pulled you close, hands slipping under your loose coat, running over your curves greedily.

"I wouldn't mind", he said truthfully, and you breathed out. He was so close, you could feel his breath on your cheek, and your lashes fluttered at the feeling. "I would say... you look tempting. Making it really hard for me to control myself".

You tensed, hands running over the sides of his neck, eyes never leaving his, and you noticed how much darker they've gotten. With one swift movement, you were against the wall, Nicholas' hand lifting your leg to rest on his hip.

"You have no idea what you do to me", he whispered, his voice low and predatory, as his other hand run over your throat softly.

This will ruin our friendship. These words echoed in your head as you looked deep into his eyes, gaze almost innocent, sending jolts of electricity down to his cock. Any doubt left your mind when you realised that you waited for this for the longest time. Maybe I like him a little too much, you thought, as your eyes lingered on his lips, so tempting. Before he could say anything else, you pressed your lips to his greedily.

You couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips at the contact; your lips moved in a perfect sync, hands roaming over his chest, nails digging into his skin. Nicholas held your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh in his big hand, the other one tangling itself in your hair.

He pulled on it, hard, and you whimpered, the pain on your scalp sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core. He smiled into the kiss, body pressing into yours with force as his tongue found its way into your mouth. One more pull at your hair, and you moaned into the kiss, his tongue half down your throat in an instant. It traced the inside of your mouth, almost as if he was trying to memorise every single detail about it.

He swallowed your moan as you arched into him, eager to feel all of him all over you, his strong hold on your hair only intensifying.

You felt his bulge press into your thigh deliciously; you tested the waters by grinding your hips down, and he let out a strangled moan, the sound making you shiver.

The next second Nicholas' lips were all over your neck, and your head tilted back involuntarily, mouth opening in a desperate moan. That was before you realised you were still on an event ━ public event, and that someone could actually catch you making out in a dark corridor.

You tried to form a sentence, but the words died before you could speak, as he sucked the soft skin on the column of your throat: marking you.

"Nick- we need to-", you tried to explain how irresponsible he was being, but he didn't seem to listen; if anything, he got more eager, pressing you flat against the wall, hips moving forward to grind against you.

That's when he opened his eyes and looked into the darkness surrounding you; and he was pleased to see Cooper standing there, leaning against the wall, watching the little show in front of him with interest.

Nicholas smiled as you pulled at his shirt, playing with the buttons, and he kissed your neck once again just to distract you from noticing Cooper.

"Looks like have an audience, doll", he whispered in your ear, and it took you a second to actually process his words; when you did, your eyes shot open.

"Holy shit", you heard a familiar voice; your eyes widened even more in realisation.

Cooper stood there, in the darkness, and if it wasn't for his voice you wouldn't even notice he was there. He took a step closer, and you were surprised to see that he didn't look mad. He didn't look surprised, either. Small smirk made its way onto his face, eyes dark ━ but it could be all about the shitty lightning.

You bit your lip, not quite knowing what to say. Nicholas took a step back, not a trace of shame or embarrassment on his face; he returned Cooper's gaze, a silent deal made between the two.

You knew Cooper was into guys. You weren't quite sure if he liked girls, too ━ you never asked, partially because you were scared of the answer. His words made you think that maybe he was into Nicholas, maybe he liked him the way you did. You shifted uncomfortably, not meeting his eyes.

"Well, we are finally getting there", Nicholas said, fixing the bulge in his pants shamelessly, and your gaze lingered on it for a little too long. You wanted ━ no, needed ━ more, and getting caught by Cooper of all people didn't exactly help the pulsing between your legs. Nick caught your gaze, playful glint in his eyes, but he looked unaffected. You wondered what he meant, but just before you could ask, he already took your hand and leaded you to the door; Cooper following close behind you.

You were panting, hair messy and lipgloss smudged; most of it stayed on Nicholas' face, though. Your eyes glistened insatiably, his words echoing in your mind like a promise of what was about to come.

You didn't remember the way back to your hotel; when you did get there, though, you felt Nicholas' hand low on your back, Cooper keeping his distance as you walked to one of the boys' room; you couldn't help but wonder if he was mad at what he had witnessed, guilt blooming in your stomach.

Nicholas looked relaxed, though, sending you and Cooper an occasional smile, tracing soft circles onto your back, and you shivered at his touch.

You got to the room 230; you remembered it belonged to both of them. As Cooper unlocked the door, Nicholas' presence behind you like a shadow; you walked in, the tension between the three of you lingering in the air as you made your way to the living room.

"Coop, I...", you started, breaking the silence, as Nicholas disappeared in his own room. The older man didn't look at you when he took his coat off, avoiding your gaze. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't... We shouldn't have...".

You could tell he was holding himself back as he did everything but look at you, pretending to be extremely busy with his watch.

"I'm not mad, Y/N", he ensured; you raised your eyebrows at the sound of his voice. Hoarse, low and quite strangled.

"Then why won't you look at me? Why won't you talk to me?", you whined, the need to confess everything you felt for him now stronger than ever.

He didn't answer. You sighed, a hint of annoyance now clear in your voice.

You stared at Cooper from a safe distance, taking in the sight in front of you. He looked just as good as Nick: simple but elegant, making you sweat like a dog in heat. A black, plain sweater, dress pants and shoes complimenting his tan skin. His long fingers played with the watch on his wrist, and you couldn't help but imagine the possibilities.

You took the coat off your shoulders, the sudden heat all over your body making you sweat uncontrollably. Your boots clicked against the marble floor as you made your way to the couch, throwing the coat on it carelessly.

You took a deep breath before deciding on what to do next.

"Coop...", you turned to him, and he finally met your eyes. "I want... For the longest time, I...".

The weight of what you were about to confess fell on your shoulders with force, words dying in your throat under his intense gaze.

"She wants to fuck us".

Your eyes widened at the words leaving Nicholas' mouth. You turned to him, he leaned against the doorframe, shirt slightly unbuttoned, dress pants still low on his hips. He must've been there for quite a while, watching you struggle.

"I...", you tried to explain, all of it pointless when he smiled knowingly.

You couldn't lie to then and say that he was wrong; but you couldn't just admit that he was right.

"I'm not doing this", you whimpered, embarrassment filling your whole chest, making it hard to breathe.

"You're not doing what? Admitting the truth? It would be so much easier for us to grant your wishes sooner if you were honest from the start, pretty", Cooper got closer to you by a second, and Nicholas creeped in behind you, the room becoming smaller in a second as you realised that they planned all of this.

Cooper tilted his head, his gaze hardening dangerously as he watched you.

Nicholas' chest pressed against your back, and you whined at the contact; your eyes never left Cooper's, almost as if an invisible string was connecting the two of you.

A wet kiss on the side neck was all it took for your knees to buckle. Before you knew it, Nicholas was devouring the delicate skin of your neck and collarbones, his big hands closing on your hips, making sure you stayed upright.

This is so wrong, you thought when Cooper took a step towards you, and, as if he was testing the waters, leaned over to brush your lips against his. Nicholas licked a wet stripe up your neck, and you arched your back, a quiet whimper leaving your mouth when Cooper came closer, pinning you between his and Nicholas' bodies.

"Tell me you want this", he whispered, voice soft, and you tried to nod, but Nicholas' actions on your neck made you slightly lightheaded. "Tell me".

"I- I do", you breathed out. "Wanted this for so long".

You felt Nick smile against your skin as he pulled away just slightly, his bulge pressing against your ass deliciously. Your mind went blank as Cooper finally pressed his lips to yours, his kiss soft but demanding.

Nicholas squeezed your hips in his big hands, and you whined, clawing at Cooper's chest, the urge to feel his skin on yours overwhelming, and Nicholas was back on you again. He cupped your breasts through the thin material of your bodysuit; you moaned shamelessly, biting on Cooper's lip, the taste of him intoxicating.

You were in one of the boys' room in a blink of an eye. Nicholas grinned at you and sat down on the bed, and your lips were back on his in an instant. He tugged at your hair yet again as you started unbuttoning his shirt; the feeling of his chiselled chest under your fingertips almost making you drool a little.

You pulled away, taking the excess clothing off his body, throwing it somewhere on the floor. You looked at Cooper, his eyes glistening softly as he traced his fingers down your back. You couldn't decide whether to focus on him or Nicholas.

Cooper kissed you again, this time more aggressively, pushing his tongue into your mouth for it to tangle with your own; a groan left his mouth at the taste of you as he held you close, tugging at the material of your bodysuit urgently.

You smiled before pulling away, taking off your shoes ━ the height difference even more prominent now ━ before you removed the bodysuit from your body in one, swift movement.

Your back was met with the soft sheets, the boys towering over you, each on opposite sides of the bed. Your chest heaved with uneven breaths, and you thanked yourself for choosing a sexy set of lingerie for the night.

Nicholas' greedy hands were on you, everywhere at once, running over your curves, squeezing the soft skin of your covered breasts. You whined, searching for Cooper's mouth again, and he gladly leaned in, delicate touch lingering on your neck, making sure to leave you panting under him.

"We've talked about it for months", Nick admitted, and Cooper pulled away, nodding at his words.

"We wanted to have you right here, under us, letting us use you however we please", the younger man continued, exposing your boobs with one strong tug at the lacy material of your bra.

You panted when you felt both of their lips on your sensitive skin there. The difference between the two men more prominent than ever now that they were touching you. Cooper's movements were more thoughtful as he pressed wet kisses on the skin of your boob, tongue darting out to circle around your nipple teasingly. Nicholas didn't hold back, biting at the sensitive nub between strong sucks, making you see stars. They complimented each other so well, it actually made you whine and arch your back as you tugged at their hair.

"Holy shit, please", you begged for god knows what, and you almost cried out in relief when Nicholas lowered his head, pressing kisses all over your stomach, before he found the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

Cooper positioned himself so that he could sit behind you, his legs on both sides of your own. He grabbed your thighs, spreading them open for Nicholas; he lowered his head to look at your drenched cunt, a small patch of wetness on the centre of your panties. He hummed, biting the soft skin of your thighs, and when he looked up at you, you felt as if you could come at the sight alone.

Cooper kept one of his hands on your thigh, while the other one travelled up your stomach, between your boobs, brushing against your hard nipples just for a second.

"Are you sure?" he whispered in your ear softly in the exact moment when Nicholas' lips pressed against your clothed pussy. He placed a dirty, open mouthed kiss on the center, and you shivered, head lulling back against Cooper's shoulder.

"Answer him, doll", Nick demanded; voice sharp and dangerously low as he watched the way your jaw went slack, mouth opening in a quiet whimper.

"She sounds so pretty", the older man smirked, and you felt his bulge press against your back. His grip on your tight tightened, and he pressed a soft kiss on your shoulder.

"Nick, please, yes- I'm sure", your eyes opened involuntarily as he moved your panties to the side, your wet cunt now exposed to the cool air around you.

"Holy shit", Nicholas smiled, tilting his head while his thumb pressed against your clit. The touch was barely there, but it didn't fail to send jolts of electricity down your spine. "She's so wet, Cooper. Almost dripping all over my sheets".

Cooper hummed softly right into your ear and you twitched against both of them. They were talking as if you weren't there, and it made you embarrassingly more turned on.

"Yeah?", he rasped, the sound making you shiver against them. One of Cooper's hands travelled down to brush against your puffy clit. You moaned as they both touched you; Nicholas' fingers slowly dipping into your entrance, the wetness coating your walls making it easy for him to stretch you out. Cooper's thoughtful touch graced the button hiding between your folds. His touch so delicate, unlike Nicholas' ━ his fingers moved slowly but steadily, pulling them out almost fully before dipping back in.

You were breathless; your chest heaved with uneven breaths, one of Cooper's hand resting on your boob ━ not putting any pressure, just letting you feel his hands on your overheated body.

"So good, oh shit-", you managed to get out as your back arched off the bed; Nicholas was quick to hold your hips down with his unoccupied hand. His wrist moved faster now, along with Cooper's; they found just the right rhythm to make you go crazy without making you come too fast.

Whimpers left your mouth as you gripped Cooper's thighs, your nails digging into his skin with enough force to leave marks.

"You're right, she's practically soaking our hands", Cooper murmured, and you could feel your cheeks heating up. Your eyes fell closed for a second, before his free hand reached to grab your neck ━ pressing with pressure that made you slightly lightheaded, but not with enough force to choke you. Your eyes flew open; Cooper looked down at you, his darkened eyes making your legs shake.

"Don't close your eyes, darling", he held your throat harder; both of their hands moving in sync, determined to get you to your peak. "Please", you whispered pathetically, turning your eyes to Nicholas, who was watching you the whole time. His mouth formed into a dirty, open mouthed smirk, sending sparks of electricity down your spine.

Holy shit.

"Are you close, doll?" Nicholas asked, his voice raspier than you've ever heard before. You nodded frantically, the coil in your stomach ready to snap any second now. You whined when Cooper's fingers left your clit and Nick slowed down.

"No, fuck!", you cried out, hips bucking into Nicholas' hand, and they both definitely didn't like it.

You felt a strong sting on your left breast, Cooper's hand slapping it roughly.

"Look at her, practically crying for us to make her cum", Nicholas tutted, his drenched fingers scissoring into your cunt. Before you could come up with a smart reply, his mouth was all over you.

He pressed a wet kiss right on your clit. You squirmed; Cooper held both of your boobs in his big hands as he watched Nicholas devour you with a satisfied smile on his face, index finger and thumb tugging on your nipples experimentally.

Nicholas held your gaze as he licked a stripe from your opening up to your clit. He sucked the little button between his lips, tongue tracing circles around it, his fingers inside of you moving with precision, hitting just the right spot every time.

"She tastes so sweet, Coop", he groaned between licks, winking at you, the vibrations of his voice making your thighs shake around his head.

"Oh, I bet she does", Cooper replied breathlessly and he forced your face towards him; his mouth meeting yours instantly, tongue playing with yours as he swallowed your moans.

"I'm-", you weren't able to finish the sentence, before Nicholas sucked on your clit particularly hard, his fingers moving swiftly inside of you, and you could feel your orgasm nearing.

"Come for us", Cooper whispered softly, fingers playing with your stiff nipples non-stop as you whimpered into his mouth.

"Yeah, baby, come on, make a mess for us", Nicholas pulled away only enough to watch your face twist in pure bliss, the sight of you kissing Cooper while he pleasured you turning him on more than it should.

You cried out, one last withdraw of Nicholas' fingers and your back arched off the bed; they didn't stop you this time. Cooper pulled away to watch your face as you wet Nicholas' hand, creaming all over his thick fingers.

You were breathless, eyes threatening to close, but instead they widened, when Nicholas got up from his knees, grabbing Cooper's hair, and then kissing him.

Obscene sounds left both of their mouths as Nick let Cooper taste you on his tongue. You watched the scene shamelessly, your pussy clenching around nothing as Cooper sucked on Nicholas' mouth before pulling away.

"You're right, she tastes fucking divine", he breathed out, grinning at you and Nick, eyes clouded with lust.

Your legs closed, the earth shattering orgasm leaving you spent and limp between their bodies.

Your head fell against Cooper's chest, and he wrapped his arms around you in an instant.

Nick smiled at the sight of you, so defenceless and spent after only his fingers and mouth.

He pressed a sweet kiss against your forehead, and you murmured something incoherent, almost falling asleep right there and then.

"No. I wanna cuddle", you whined when Cooper and Nicholas tried to pull away, but they were quick to obey. Cooper laid you on your side, his chest pressed firmly against your back, and Nicholas laid down on his back, letting you rest your head against his own chest. He played with your hair mindlessly, and you were fast to fall asleep, nothing but happiness filling both your heart and mind.

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A part of Jason Todd as a character that I will always find tragic is his inability to return to the life he had like other superheroes could. Like nearly every other superhero who has died and come back in DC was fully able to slip right back into the lives they had before. This isn't to say death didn't affect them, but when they came back their relationships were still there. The friends they made even and their superhero personas were still their to pick back up once they were ready.

Not Jason, though Jason comes back from the grave, and nobody even notices. His superhero mantle has already been taken by someone else and the role that he plays in his families life is already being filled by another child who everyone across the board agrees is better than him.

You're telling me that wouldn't drive you insane everyone else gets to slot back into their lives like they never even hit the grave, but not you. Everything that was once yours has been taken away and given to another character while you were rotting in the ground. The worst part being that when you are mentioned at all after your death you're the failure, you are what no one should ever aim to be.

I don't know if it was up to me, I would have also tried to get back at the people who claimed to love me in every way possible and then immediately never spoke a good word about me once I was in the grave.