#drew this to relieve some of my excitement

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Three's a Thrill

Kinkvember Day 6: Threesome

Dreamcatcher Kim Yoohyeon x Kim JiU (Minji) x Female reader/OC

(Reader has some body modification for plot purposes)

AN: A little late on this one, classes have been kicking my butt.

“I bet they’re a writer or something,” JiU mused, eyes narrowing playfully.

“Or maybe a chef,” you countered with a grin. “Someone who’ll invite us over for tastings.”

JiU laughed, the sound light and familiar. “Oh wow, could you imagine? Think of all the food we’d get to try.”

With that, you both made your way up the path to the new neighbor’s house, footsteps echoing lightly against the quiet surroundings. The house next door had been empty for months, and the curiosity had been building between you two. JiU’s excitement was clear as she climbed the front steps, flashing her trademark smile. With a firm knock, she announced your arrival.

The door swung open to reveal a young woman with shoulder-length hair, dark eyes and a welcoming smile that instantly put you at ease.

“Hello! A fresh face in the neighborhood. Welcome” JiU greeted warmly, extending her hand.

The woman’s eyes sparkled as she shook JiU’s hand. “Hi, I'm Yoohyeon. It’s so nice to meet you both—I’ve been hoping to connect with my neighbors.”

JiU stepped back slightly, gesturing toward you. “I’m Kim Minji, but you can call me JiU, and this is my lovely wife.” Her smile softened as she brushed her hand over your shoulder in an affectionate, natural gesture that made your bond clear. Feeling a bit shy but warmed by the gesture, you extended a hand to greet Yoohyeon.

Yoohyeon’s eyes flickered with surprise before softening. In the conservative country they lived in, it was rare for same sex couples to introduce themselves so openly. She admired the quiet confidence you both shared, comforted by how natural your expressions of love felt. Smiling back, she felt an unexpected sense of kinship.

“It’s really nice to meet you both,” Yoohyeon said sincerely, excitement lacing her tone. “I just moved in and am still finding my way around, but it already feels more like home knowing I have such friendly neighbors.”

JiU chuckled and glanced at you with a twinkle in her eye. “Oh, we’ve definitely been in your shoes. The first week we moved here, I couldn’t even remember which bus line went where,” she laughed. “So, how’s settling in going?”

Yoohyeon looked around her cozy entryway, decorated in a warm, minimalist style. “It’s been… a bit of a whirlwind, honestly. I’m actually an English teacher, so between commuting, learning where everything is, and getting the house in order, I’m still finding my rhythm.”

“Oh, an English teacher! That’s wonderful,” you said warmly, your interest clear in your voice. “Moving can feel overwhelming at first, but if you need anything—a ride, directions, or even a café recommendation—we’re just next door.”

“Thank you so much! That’s really kind of you,” Yoohyeon replied, visibly relieved. “I’d love to know more about the neighborhood. Any local gems?”

“Oh, plenty!” JiU’s smile widened. “There’s an amazing bakery just around the corner. Their strawberry mochi is to die for, they always sell out early. And there’s also a café a few blocks down called Insomnia Café that makes the best iced caramel lattes in town.”

“Those sound incredible; I can’t wait to try them out,” Yoohyeon said, mentally noting the recommendations. Then, with a curious look, she asked, “And you two? What do you do for work?”

JiU exchanged an amused look with you, a hint of mystery in her eyes. “Oh, we mostly work from home,” she said with a slight, knowing smile that felt almost deliberate.

You added with a playful glimmer, “It gives us a lot of freedom to travel and enjoy life—a definite perk,” leaving Yoohyeon to wonder if there was more to your work than met the eye.

“That sounds amazing,” Yoohyeon replied, intrigued but not wanting to press. She sensed a layer of mystery between you two, but also a warmth—a quiet, unspoken connection that drew her in, as though she’d found friends as unique as they were welcoming.

The conversation continued, covering everything from the best local grocery stores to the quirks of the nearby subway lines. JiU’s stories were punctuated with laughter, and though you were quieter, you leaned in occasionally with thoughtful comments and small, knowing glances that spoke volumes. The closeness between you two was undeniable—a shared understanding that filled the air with ease.

After a while, JiU glanced at you and gave a slight nod. “Well, we’ll leave you to get settled,” she said warmly. “We just wanted to stop by to say hello and welcome you. Don’t hesitate to come by if you need anything or just want to chat.”

As you and JiU turned to leave, Yoohyeon found herself smiling, a flutter of excitement settling in her chest. Watching you both walk away, she couldn’t shake the thrill of having such warm, intriguing people right next door. She felt a spark—maybe this move would bring more than she’d initially expected.

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One late evening, Yoohyeon stood by her bedroom window, drawn to the quiet charm of the night. The neighborhood lay still, each house settled into its evening calm, with only the occasional faint glow of a light here or there. She often enjoyed these solitary moments, gazing out at the world beyond her window and letting her mind wander.

Tonight, her gaze drifted almost involuntarily toward JiU and your home, the upstairs bedroom window just visible from where she stood. Yoohyeon’s eyes narrowed as she noticed movement in the soft, dim light seeping through the curtains. Curiosity got the best of her, and she couldn’t help but look closer. She could make out the silhouettes of JiU and you, laughing together, leaning against the wall, faces flushed as you playfully nudged each other.

As her eyes adjusted to the faint light, the details became clearer: JiU, with her tousled hair falling loose, dressed in a simple sports bra and shorts, while you wore a fitted tank top and briefs. A light sheen on your skin hinted that you’d both been dancing or wrestling playfully. The sight was so candid, so deeply intimate, that Yoohyeon felt like an unintentional intruder. She should have looked away, yet something about the relaxed, unguarded way you shared this private moment kept her eyes fixed.

JiU’s arm slipped around your waist, faces close enough to be nearly nose-to-nose, both of you laughing softly, as though sharing a secret. There was something mesmerizing about the ease between you two, a mutual warmth that Yoohyeon could almost feel across the distance. A blush crept up her cheeks, her heartbeat quickening in response to the scene unfolding before her.

Realizing her gaze had lingered too long, Yoohyeon tore her eyes away, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and something else—a faint stirring in her core that surprised her. She had known JiU and you as the friendly, slightly mysterious couple next door, but tonight, witnessing this side of you stirred something unfamiliar, something undeniably thrilling within her.

She took a deep breath and sank onto her bed, willing herself to forget what she had just seen. Determined to shake the image from her mind, she picked up her phone and scrolled through social media, hoping to distract herself with harmless videos and updates. But her mind kept wandering back to the way you’d looked at each other, the comfortable closeness, and the undeniable spark between you.

Frustrated, Yoohyeon switched apps, almost without realizing it, and found herself on an adult site. She felt a bit silly, yet the warmth that had built inside her urged her to seek some release. As she scrolled through thumbnails, nothing seemed to capture the raw, genuine intimacy she’d just witnessed between you and JiU. Every other video felt strangely hollow by comparison.

Just as she was about to put her phone away, a particular thumbnail caught her eye. The resemblance to you and JiU was uncanny—the same dark hair, the same air of easy intimacy she’d glimpsed from her window. A forbidden thrill stirred within her as she hesitated, her thumb hovering over the screen before she tapped “play,” her heart racing as the video loaded.

Through her headphones, JiU’s voice murmured gently, as if meant just for her. “Are you ready?” she asked, her tone full of warmth and teasing care. Yoohyeon’s heart fluttered as the image on-screen filled her mind.

Then, as her gaze drifted over your figure on the screen, her heart suddenly skipped a beat. A flash of metal caught her eye—a nipple piercing, gleaming softly against your skin. Yoohyeon’s pulse raced. She’d had no idea you had such a bold, hidden side. There had never been a hint of body art or piercings in your everyday appearance, and this quiet, thrilling detail felt like a secret unveiled.

Her breath caught, surprise mingling with fascination. Body modifications had always intrigued her, and this little discovery seemed to reveal something new about you—a quiet strength, a hidden edge, something both beautiful and daring.

Yoohyeon’s pulse quickened, her body tingling with anticipation as her hand slipped between her legs, moving in sync with JiU’s careful touch on the screen. JiU’s hands traced slow, tantalizing circles over your skin, each movement deliberate and unhurried. The rhythm was mesmerizing, almost hypnotic, and Yoohyeon found herself mirroring the pace, her breaths shallow as she matched JiU’s gentle, precise touches.

Her senses drifted, pulled deeper into the intimacy unfolding before her. JiU’s sultry voice seemed to reach through the screen, drawing Yoohyeon closer. Each whispered word and soft caress felt like an invitation, coaxing her further into your shared world. As the camera lingered on your face, lips parted with a soft, breathless sigh, Yoohyeon felt herself lost in the vulnerability of the moment, each delicate sound heightening her own arousal.

Her gaze flickered between you and JiU, her fingers moving faster as the tension within her grew. The way your body responded—the subtle tremble, eyes fluttering shut as JiU held you on the edge—felt almost sacred, an intimacy that sent shivers through her. Yoohyeon bit her lip, her breaths quickening as her release approached, caught up in the magnetic pull of your connection.

Finally, as JiU brought you to climax, Yoohyeon heard her gentle voice again, murmuring, “Are you close, baby?… Yes, you can cum. Cum for me, my sweetie.” Yoohyeon’s body surged with her own release, her fingers pressing down as a stifled moan escaped her lips, waves of pleasure flooding over her. She lay there for a moment, head spinning, still basking in the lingering warmth. It felt surreal, as if she’d shared in something intimate with you—an unexpected closeness that stayed with her, even after the video faded to black.

In the days that followed, Yoohyeon found herself drawn back to JiU and your videos, watching with a growing intensity. She became captivated by the smallest gestures between you—the way JiU’s hand lingered on your cheek, or the soft laugh you’d give in response to her teasing. The catalog of videos became her private indulgence, something she turned to each evening, a ritual that filled the quiet spaces in her life.

Yet, the more she watched, a subtle ache grew within her—a yearning she couldn’t quite put into words. She’d watch each video, hoping to make sense of her feelings, but it only left her wanting more. This wasn’t just attraction; it was a craving for the deep bond she witnessed, a connection that seemed almost unattainable. And as she realized this, a creeping guilt began to take hold.

What am I even doing? she’d mutter to herself, torn between the comfort she found in the videos and the nagging feeling that she’d crossed an invisible line. They’d posted these videos for people to see, she reasoned; it’s not as if I’m invading their privacy. But the rationalization felt thin, a flimsy excuse for the thrill she felt in watching.

They wanted people to see this, right? she’d tell herself, trying to believe it; otherwise, why share something so intimate? But the sense of trespass lingered. She knew she should stop, that she needed to let this go. And yet, the pull of your bond, and the warmth it brought her, was something she wasn’t sure she could resist.

Outside of these moments, her days began to feel increasingly hollow. Work felt tedious, gatherings with friends left her restless, as if nothing could break the hold you and JiU had on her mind. And the more she tried to ignore the videos, the emptier she felt, like a crucial part of herself was missing.

When Yoohyeon returned home one day, the emptiness she’d tried to ignore settled back over her. She’d promised herself she wouldn’t return to those videos, yet her mind drifted, thinking of the warmth and passion she’d witnessed through her screen. She tried to distract herself, scrolling through social media and tidying her apartment, but her thoughts always circled back to you both.

Her routines had become dull, a monotonous hum against the vivid memories she replayed. Each night felt longer and lonelier, the quiet of her apartment amplifying the ache within her. And so, once again, she found herself at her bedroom window, gaze drifting toward your house, drawn to the only place that seemed to promise any relief.

Through the soft glow of your bedroom curtains, Yoohyeon could see your silhouettes, leaning close, bodies entwined in a quiet, intimate moment. Her heart skipped a beat, a thrill racing through her as she watched, her eyes fixed on your faces mere inches apart, bodies pressed together in a gentle embrace.

I shouldn’t be watching this, she told herself, but her body didn’t move. She rationalized that it was harmless, that it wasn’t wrong to watch from her own window. But part of her knew better. This was a private moment, and she was an uninvited guest. Yet the pull was magnetic, each glimpse deepening her curiosity, a live show she couldn’t resist.

Each night, Yoohyeon found herself back at the window, drawn into the private world you and JiU shared. Sometimes, you simply laughed over a glass of wine or leaned into each other, speaking softly. Other times, the moments were charged, your touches tender yet powerful, holding her in place as a silent witness to something she knew she couldn’t reach.

Over time, this ritual became a comfort, enough to carry her through her days. She tried to distract herself with work, with friends, but nothing compared to these glimpses. Eventually, the temptation grew stronger. She ordered a pair of compact binoculars, her heart racing as she unwrapped them. She knew it was wrong, that this was a step too far, but the thrill of watching, of catching each movement and expression, was irresistible. Through the lens, everything became vivid—every glance, each soft touch, every shared smile between you and JiU.

Deep down, she knew she’d crossed a line, but the quiet connection she felt each night kept her tethered to the window, watching, even as guilt lingered beneath her excitement.

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A few days later, while tending to the flowers in her front yard, Yoohyeon heard a soft clearing of the throat. Turning, she saw JiU leaning casually against the fence, a warm smile brightening her face.

“Hey, Yoohyeon,” JiU greeted, her gaze sweeping over the flowerbeds. “The flowers look beautiful. You’ve really brought some life to the neighborhood.” Her tone was light, yet the compliment carried an unexpected warmth.

“Oh, thanks!” Yoohyeon replied, brushing a petal with her fingers and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, hoping JiU wouldn’t notice the blush rising in her cheeks.

JiU stepped a little closer, her presence filling the space between them. “Listen,” she began, voice warm and inviting, “Y/N and I were talking, and if you’re free tonight, maybe you’d like to come over for dinner? It’d be nice to have a proper evening together, just us neighbors.” Her gaze was intent, as if searching for something in Yoohyeon’s reaction.

Yoohyeon’s breath caught, her mind racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. “Oh—dinner? Sure, I’d love that,” she managed, her voice trembling slightly.

JiU’s smile deepened, her gaze softening as if reassured by Yoohyeon’s answer. “Perfect,” she replied, her voice a touch lower. “Come by around seven; we’ll keep it cozy.” She held Yoohyeon’s gaze a moment longer, leaving Yoohyeon’s heart fluttering in anticipation.

The hours before dinner seemed to stretch and then fly by. Yoohyeon agonized over what to wear, searching for something casual yet flattering. Nervous energy buzzed in her stomach as she made her way up your front steps. When she knocked, her heart pounded, and JiU answered almost instantly, her face lighting up.

“Come on in! You look lovely,” JiU said, her voice rich with warmth as she ushered Yoohyeon inside. A faint scent of spices filled the air, mingling with a subtle floral aroma that heightened Yoohyeon’s awareness of every detail.

You appeared from the kitchen with a tray of small appetizers, smiling as you waved. “Hey, Yoohyeon. Make yourself comfortable,” you said, setting the tray down with a gentle laugh that only added to the inviting ambiance.

JiU handed Yoohyeon a glass of water, their fingers brushing just briefly. The touch sent a spark through Yoohyeon, and she couldn’t help but think of the way she’d watched those fingers move through her binoculars—the gentle, sensual touch. She took a quick sip of water, hoping to cool the flush on her cheeks. Her gaze flickered around the cozy living room, catching the glow of candlelight casting soft shadows along the walls.

“So, Yoohyeon,” JiU’s voice broke through her thoughts, grounding her. “How’s work treating you? Settling in alright?” JiU’s question felt warm, an invitation for Yoohyeon to open up.

“Oh, yeah, it’s been good,” Yoohyeon replied, grateful for the shift in topic. “Teaching is always an adventure. The kids keep it interesting.” She laughed softly, feeling herself relax. “They’re unpredictable, but that’s part of what makes it so rewarding.”

JiU nodded thoughtfully. “Teaching must take a lot of patience. I admire that,” she said, a hint of humor in her tone. “I think I’d run out of it in ten minutes.”

You chuckled, nudging JiU. “You’d last five minutes. Tops.”

The three of you laughed, and conversation began to flow easily, each of you sharing stories from different corners of life. As JiU shared a story about getting hopelessly lost on the subway, laughter filled the room, each of you letting down your guard a little more.

At some point, JiU’s eyes gleamed with curiosity. “Do you have any tattoos, Yoohyeon?”

“Oh, yeah.” Yoohyeon smiled, lifting her shirt slightly to reveal a delicate script along her ribs. “It says ‘Liberté, with a small bird.”

“Liberté,” JiU murmured, leaning in to look. “That’s beautiful. It really suits you.” Her voice was low, almost intimate, and Yoohyeon felt a thrill in her chest. Emboldened, she asked, “Do you have any?”

JiU smiled, tugging her collar to reveal a dreamcatcher tattoo on her shoulder. “To remind me to hold onto what matters and let go of the rest.”

“It’s beautiful,” Yoohyeon said softly, unable to shake the image of tracing the tattoo with her fingers. She glanced over at you, curiosity sparking. “How about you?”

You chuckled, glancing at JiU with a playful roll of your eyes. “No tattoos here. Minji’s tried to convince me, but I don’t think I could handle the pain.”

“Oh, she’s terrified,” JiU teased, nudging you affectionately. “But I think she’d look great with one.” The words lingered, stirring an amused smile as Yoohyeon joined in the laughter, her own inhibitions slipping away.

In the warmth of the moment, Yoohyeon suddenly blurted out, “Honestly, a tattoo would hurt a lot less than your piercings.” Her hand gestured toward your chest, lingering just a second too long. Realizing the implication, her cheeks flushed deeply.

Your eyes widened, a blush spreading as you exchanged a look with JiU. Her lips curved into a sly smile as she turned back to Yoohyeon, eyes gleaming. She leaned forward, eyebrow raised.

“Oh? And how do you know about my wife’s piercings, Yoohyeon?” JiU’s voice was smooth, her words dripping with amusement, making Yoohyeon flush under her steady gaze.

Heat flooded Yoohyeon’s cheeks. “I-I didn’t mean to… I just… I, um…” she stammered, avoiding your gaze.

Beside her, you blushed, looking to JiU, finding comfort in her knowing smile.

JiU leaned closer to Yoohyeon, her tone softening. “So Yoohyeon, Do you like watching our videos” she murmured, tracing gentle circles on Yoohyeon’s arm, She was silent but nodded “Hmm If you want,you could be part of the real thing.” Her eyes held Yoohyeon’s, the invitation clear.

Yoohyeon looked at you, feeling the weight of the invitation. She hesitated, her gaze softening. “Are you… really okay with this?” she asked gently.

Meeting Yoohyeon’s gaze, you smiled softly, reassuring her. “I wouldn't be opposed”

JiU’s eyes sparkled with satisfaction as her fingers brushed Yoohyeon’s arm. “So, what do you say?” she asked warmly. “Would you like to be part of our world?”

The room felt charged, each moment more intense. Yoohyeon took a breath, meeting JiU’s gaze with a smile.

“Yes, please,” she whispered, her voice soft, filled with both excitement and nerves.

As you make your way down the dim hallway, everything feels hushed and close, like the world’s gone quiet around the three of you. Yoohyeon walks between you and JiU, her hand clasped tightly in yours, her breathing just a bit quick, her fingers trembling slightly. JiU’s hand rests gently on her shoulder, steady and warm.

When you reach the bedroom, Yoohyeon pauses, taking a small step back, her gaze dropping to the floor. She presses her lips together, then glances up, her cheeks flushing as she searches for the right words. The room feels charged, anticipation thick, but she shifts slightly, looking uncertain.

“I… I didn’t plan for this,” she murmurs, voice low, almost to herself. She hesitates, crossing her arms as if shielding herself, a faint blush coloring her face. “I didn't, uh, exactly… prepare myself” Her eyes shift downward just below her stomach.

JiU steps in, her expression softening. She reaches out, gently tilting Yoohyeon’s chin so their eyes meet. “Yoohyeon,” she says quietly, her tone firm yet kind. “You don’t have to worry about that.”

The words settle into the silence, and Yoohyeon’s expression eases, a flicker of relief softening her eyes. She leans into JiU’s touch, her breath slowing as some of the tension leaves her. A shy smile lifts her lips, and she glances your way, as if looking for further reassurance.

You give her hand a small, comforting squeeze. “She’s right,” you murmur. “Also, I think its kind of sexy”

Yoohyeon’s face relaxes a little more, her shoulders dropping as she lets herself take a deeper breath. With a slight, tentative smile, she reaches down, fingers pausing for a moment before lifting her shirt over her head, letting it fall to the floor. She stands there, a bit vulnerable but resolute, a blush warming her cheeks as she glances from you to JiU.

The soft light highlights the natural curves of her skin. She hesitates again, glancing at the slight patch of hair, a flicker of worry crossing her expression. But JiU steps closer, her hand brushing Yoohyeon’s arm in a quiet, reassuring gesture.

With a warm smile, JiU takes her in fully, her gaze steady. She reaches up to tuck a loose strand of Yoohyeon’s hair behind her ear, letting her fingers linger a moment. “You’re beautiful, Yoohyeon,” she says simply.

Yoohyeon lets out a quiet breath, her face softening with a mixture of shyness and relief. She looks between you both, then nods slightly, giving a small, genuine smile. Her body language loosens as she steps in closer, her warmth blending with yours, each touch a quiet affirmation that she’s wanted, just as she is. The three of you stand there, a gentle understanding settling over you all as you hold each other close, a quiet connection shared in the stillness of the room.

A shaky breath escapes Yoohyeon as JiU’s gaze settles on her, warm but undeniably commanding. Yoohyeon’s longing is palpable, and JiU takes her time, letting that desire simmer. Slowly, she leans in, brushing her lips softly over Yoohyeon’s, the kiss beginning gentle before deepening into something more consuming, drawing Yoohyeon closer as her breath catches. JiU’s hand rests on her arm, a steady anchor, fingers pressing just enough to show intent. Each touch from JiU electrifies Yoohyeon, a perfect balance of reassurance and intensity that leaves her pliant, already breathless.

Watching beside them, you’re drawn into the unfolding moment, savoring Yoohyeon’s reaction under JiU’s skilled touch—the way her eyes flutter shut, how her breathing hitches with quiet anticipation. JiU’s gaze briefly meets yours, a spark of control evident, as if reminding you of your place in this shared space. It stirs something raw in you, a familiar exhilaration mixed with a quiet submission to JiU’s presence, though there’s a different energy between you and Yoohyeon.

With a small smile, you reach out, your hand settling warmly on Yoohyeon’s thigh, your touch gentle but grounding, a reminder that she’s here, with both of you. Yoohyeon’s gaze drifts to you, her eyes softened, seeking reassurance, and you respond by squeezing her thigh, letting her feel your steady support, balanced between JiU’s authoritative energy and your own firm but comforting presence.

JiU’s focus returns fully to Yoohyeon as she guides her toward the bed, easing her down onto the soft sheets with a deliberate tenderness. There’s a practiced confidence in JiU’s movements as she brushes Yoohyeon’s hair back from her face, letting her fingers trail along the line of her jaw before tracing down the delicate curve of her neck. She leans in, pressing her lips to Yoohyeon’s collarbone, lingering, savoring each soft gasp Yoohyeon lets out in response.

Beside them, you settle onto the bed, your hand moving slowly higher on Yoohyeon’s thigh, grounding her with a presence that’s both firm and gentle. As JiU’s touch intensifies, guiding Yoohyeon’s breaths to come in short, anticipatory gasps, you find yourself caught between the energy they share. You want to keep Yoohyeon steady, but JiU’s movements send a different thrill through you, a pull you find hard to ignore as your own dynamic with JiU stirs within.

JiU’s attention stays fixed on Yoohyeon, her touch reverent yet possessive, as if she’s savoring every response Yoohyeon gives. Her hand trails deliberately over Yoohyeon’s skin, slow yet insistent, her fingers brushing over her arm, her collarbone, every touch deepening the flush on Yoohyeon’s cheeks. Each movement is infused with a quiet dominance, a confidence that seems to wrap around you both, filling the air with its own quiet intensity. Yoohyeon’s breath catches with each stroke, her body relaxing under JiU’s touch, fully yielding to her guidance.

You watch, captivated, as JiU leans in closer, her mouth tracing delicate, intentional kisses along Yoohyeon’s neck, pausing just enough to let her feel every touch. The sight sends a thrill through you but also a subtle pang that you try to brush aside, yet the quiet ache grows as JiU’s attention remains focused on Yoohyeon, her touch almost exclusive. It leaves you on the edge, caught between the warmth you feel for Yoohyeon and the deeper pull JiU has on you.

Taking a steady breath, you press your hand slightly more firmly against Yoohyeon’s thigh, a silent reminder of your own role here. Yoohyeon shifts her gaze to you, and for a moment, the tension eases as her lips curve into a soft, reassuring smile. You meet her gaze, allowing yourself to ground her, pressing a series of light, lingering kisses along her skin. Yoohyeon sighs, her face relaxing as your touches soothe her, anchoring her in the moment, even as JiU’s hands roam with a possessive grace that leaves Yoohyeon visibly breathless.

JiU’s eyes catch yours, a knowing glint flashing across her face, as if she senses your quiet frustration simmering beneath the surface. She lets her fingers trace down the line of Yoohyeon’s hip, moving with that same deliberate care, drawing Yoohyeon’s body into her rhythm as she makes her shiver, her soft sounds filling the space around you. JiU tilts her head, her gaze sharp, her smile carrying a hint of playful challenge, a reminder of her role here and the depth of control she holds over you both.

“You’re doing so well, sweetie,” JiU murmurs to Yoohyeon, her voice a soothing purr. The words settle into the room, layered with a quiet encouragement that makes your pulse quicken as well, grounding you both in the same energy. You lean forward, brushing more intent kisses along Yoohyeon’s thigh, each one deliberate, marking your own space in this moment, letting her feel the shared warmth between all three of you.

Yoohyeon’s breaths quicken as your kisses travel upward, trailing along her inner thigh with a quiet intensity. Her body shifts between you and JiU, her skin warm under your touch, as you savor the softness of her in contrast to JiU’s more demanding presence. The ache you feel at JiU’s control lingers, the quiet jealousy simmering as her touches continue, each one seeming to pull Yoohyeon deeper into her orbit.

JiU’s hand settles possessively over Yoohyeon’s heart, her thumb brushing lightly as she murmurs, “Relax, Yoohyeon.” Her words are gentle, yet laced with authority, reminding Yoohyeon of the safety within her guidance. And when JiU catches your gaze again, there’s a subtle understanding there, a glint that speaks directly to the tension in your chest, as if she knows exactly how you feel, balancing on the edge of this connection.

Watching JiU’s fingers trace lightly over Yoohyeon’s thigh, you can’t help the possessive spark flaring within you. But rather than retreat, you choose to lean further in, letting your hand trail upward along Yoohyeon’s waist, steady and grounding as you press a kiss to her stomach. Yoohyeon’s body shifts, her hand gripping onto your shoulder as if to anchor herself, and for the first time, you let yourself get lost in the warmth radiating between the three of you, knowing you each have a place in this shared space.

Each kiss you place is firm, filled with intent, a quiet promise that you’re here, present in this moment. As you move upward, your lips trace a line over Yoohyeon’s collarbone, feeling the way her breath hitches, her hands finding their way to you, clutching as if drawing strength from you. The earlier pangs of jealousy fade slightly, replaced by a sense of connection, of being fully seen and cherished alongside her.

JiU’s hand rests over Yoohyeon’s heart, her thumb grazing her skin. “Look how ready she is for us,” she murmurs, her gaze slipping between you both, emphasizing the us with a possessive pride that settles the final edge of tension inside you. Her words hang in the air, a reminder of the beauty in this shared intimacy, and as you let yourself sink deeper, you feel the quiet exhilaration shared between all three of you.

Your wife brushes a strand of hair from Yoohyeon’s face, her smile soft and filled with pride. “You’re amazing, both of you,” she murmurs, holding Yoohyeon’s gaze with a warmth that feels momentarily exclusive. Then she glances at you, a spark of playfulness lighting her eyes. “And we’re just getting started.”

JiU’s eyes glint with mischief as she meets Yoohyeon’s gaze, a playful smirk on her lips. She nods toward the closet in a silent cue. You rise, feeling a mix of thrill and something deeper as you move to retrieve two straps—one smaller, one larger.

As you hold them up, you feel the slightest pang of possessiveness mixed with a quiet sense of defiance, grounding you in the moment as JiU’s attention shifts between you both. You turn back to Yoohyeon, meeting her eyes as she hesitates, her gaze flickering over the options before settling on the smaller one, excitement lighting up her expression as she chooses.

“Perfect,” JiU says, her voice low and encouraging, giving Yoohyeon a soft kiss along her jaw as her fingers graze her cheek. “Just let go and enjoy. Focus on us, and trust that you’re right where you belong.”

Yoohyeon nods, her eyes softening as JiU holds her close, her touch grounding the moment. You stand nearby, watching as JiU’s gaze lingers on Yoohyeon. Feeling that familiar spark of possessiveness, something came over you, as you silently set aside the smaller strap, choosing the larger one with a quiet determination.

With calm focus, you position yourself behind Yoohyeon, your hands steady on her hips, your touch warm against her skin. Each move carries a deliberate intensity, a reminder of your place here. You guide her closer to JiU, your touches unhurried, reflecting everything you’ve kept quietly restrained, setting a tone for the night ahead.

JiU’s expression softens as she tilts Yoohyeon’s chin upward, her voice a gentle murmur. “Are you ready?” she asks, her gaze warm as she caresses Yoohyeon’s cheek. Yoohyeon’s eyes shift between the two of you, trust and excitement flickering in her gaze before she nods. JiU leans in to kiss her, tender but with a commanding edge, then guides Yoohyeon’s face towards her core, her movements unhurried and patient as Yoohyeon’s anticipation deepens at the sight.

The moment of penetration elicits a sharp gasp from Yoohyeon, her body instinctively tensing as she tries to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation filling her. The pressure is intense, almost foreign, and it sends an electric wave of sensation through her, somewhere between pain and a thrilling pleasure she’s never felt before. Her fingers tighten reflexively, seeking any form of anchor as the object works itself inside, her senses heightening with each passing second. She shudders, pressing closer to JiU, her face buried against JiU’s legs, muffling the small, breathy cries escaping her lips.

The sounds of Yoohyeon’s voice seem to ignite something deep within JiU, who strokes her hair soothingly, her fingers threading softly but insistently. JiU’s hands guide her. The calm presence grounding Yoohyeon as she navigates the unfamiliar territory of sensation and vulnerability. Yoohyeon feels a rush of heat flood her cheeks, embarrassed by how intensely her body reacts. Each small movement makes her gasp or flinch, Then a particularly forceful thrusts propels her forward leaving no room between her and Jiu.

With slow, but deep movements, each thrust brings her further out of her discomfort and deeper into a sensation that is both electrifying and almost painfully raw. The rhythm builds subtly, adding an undertone of urgency that Yoohyeon isn’t ready to admit to. Her breaths come quicker, ragged, and each inhale draws in the faint, warm scent of JiU, Her mouth trying to explore every inch of her cave

Watching the way JiU’s features melt into pure, unfiltered bliss stirs an extra layer jealousy within you. The sight of Yoohyeon nuzzling into JiU’s folds, lips grazing her skin in worship, makes your pulse quicken, a possessive instinct sparking to life. Your hands, steady until now, tighten on Yoohyeon’s hips, holding her more firmly, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath your fingertips. You let your pace quicken incrementally, enough to draw a whimper from Yoohyeon as the intensity shifts, her body instinctively pressing deeper against JiU.

JiU, eyes half-lidded in pleasure, tilts her head, her fingers still tracing gentle circles over Yoohyeon’s skin. She glances at you, concern flickering across her gaze as she notices the shift in your demeanor. “Honey… slow down a bit,” she murmurs, her voice gentle yet steady, her touch briefly pressing to your arm as if to calm the possessive fire building within you.

You nod, easing back into a softer, controlled rhythm. The moment feels fragile, balanced on a knife’s edge, and for a brief time, you believe the surge of intensity has been quelled. But as your wife's attention turns fully back to Yoohyeon, her voice lowering into murmured praises that bring a fresh flush to Yoohyeon’s cheeks, you feel it again, the jealousy that you didn't know you had, start to resurface. JiU’s voice is soft and tender, her praises a balm that soothes Yoohyeon’s trembling breaths, each word a gentle brush that eases her into surrender.

Your grip tightens on Yoohyeon’s hips, your fingers pressing firmly, possessively into her skin, Yoohyeon’s breath hitches as she feels the slight roughness in your touch, her head tilting back as a low, shuddering gasp escapes her. “Oh god… ow—” she pants, her voice trembling with the sheer need building within her. The rhythm intensifies, each slow, deliberate movement drawing out more of her, pushing her closer to the edge. Her hands twist into the sheets, her knuckles whitening as she struggles to hold on, each breath coming in gasps that grow heavier, more desperate.

“Oh—please… I—” Yoohyeon’s voice dissolves, her words reduced to a raw, pleading moan, every sound a testament to the sensations flooding her. The tension builds with every heartbeat, her entire body taut, alive, waiting for the release that hovers just out of reach. Her breaths quicken, her chest rising and falling as her muscles tense and release, the sensations coursing through her like an unstoppable wave.

Finally, the pressure breaks, and Yoohyeon cries out, her release overtaking her in an uncontrollable shudder. She clings to JiU burying her face, her body wracked by tremors as the pleasure spills over, leaving her breathless and utterly spent. Every fiber of her being surrenders in that moment, each shaky breath mingling with the warmth of JiU’s embrace, the sensation grounding her even as it sweeps her away.

JiU’s reaction is instinctual, immediate. The tremor that runs through Yoohyeon ripples into her, drawing a soft, satisfied moan from her lips. Her fingers tighten their hold in Yoohyeon’s hair as her own body responds, hips rocking forward involuntarily. JiU’s chest rises and falls, her breaths quickening as she lets the feeling sweep over her, each wave drawing her deeper into the haze of pleasure. Her eyes flutter shut, her body quivering in sync with Yoohyeon’s, as if the intensity of the moment binds them in a shared heartbeat.

The sight, the sound, the very essence of their shared surrender sparks something deeper within you—a visceral need to take Yoohyeon higher, to push her beyond the limits of what she thought possible. Your rhythm builds again, driven by a primal, possessive urge, every thrust maxing out her climax. Yoohyeon’s body responds, muscles clenching and releasing in waves as she’s drawn into a rhythm beyond her control. Her breath catches, her chest heaving as her mind dissolves in a swirl of raw sensation.

With each movement, Yoohyeon’s cries become sharper, her body more sensitive than ever before. Her back arches, her hands digging in the soft flesh of Jiu's thighs as her body shakes with the intensity.

The room fills with the sound of ragged breathing, punctuated by gasps and whispered pleas, a harmony of sensations that wraps around the three of you, Yoohyeon cries out one last time, her body numb and hurting, leaving her breathless, completely undone.

As you withdraw, JiU shifts upright, her gaze falling downward—and freezing when she notices the larger strap combined with the small tears threatening to fall of Yoohyeon's eyes. Surprise and disappointment flicker across her expression as she looks back at you, slowly shaking her head.

“Hey,” she says, her voice firm. “Why did you use that? She chose the smaller one for a reason.” Her eyes are steady and narrowing “You, of all people, should know to respect that.”

Guilt flashes across your face as JiU’s gentle reprimand settles over you. With an unspoken authoritative aura, she guides both you and Yoohyeon to lie side-by-side, her gaze warm but unyielding, making it clear who holds control. Her presence fills the room, and as her fingers trace along your thighs in light, teasing patterns, there’s an undeniable air of anticipation.

“Now,” JiU murmurs, eyes glinting with playful satisfaction. “I think it’s time for a lesson.” Her touch slows, one hand finding Yoohyeon’s core with a steady rhythm, each movement precise, deliberate, as her fingers trace patterns that leave Yoohyeon shivering and breathless. But her other hand on you is painstakingly slow, her fingertips drifting with an almost unbearable lightness, just enough to stir, to leave you squirming in anticipation.

Yoohyeon lets out a soft whimper, her body instinctively arching into JiU's touch as her fingers skim over the sensitive skin of her thigh. “JiU… please,” she whispers, her voice breathless, eyes locked onto her with raw intensity.

JiU’s smile deepens, a gleam of satisfaction in her gaze as her fingers linger just shy of where Yoohyeon craves her touch. “Patience.” she murmurs, her tone a blend of affection and control. “If I go too fast it will hurt you,”

Her attention shifts to you, her fingers tracing agonizingly slow circles along your thigh, light enough to make you squirm. "Minji..." Your voice is a soft, needy plea as your hands grip the sheets. "Please... can you go faster."

A low chuckle escapes JiU's lips, her smile widening. “You don’t get to ask, honey,” she teases, leaning close, her voice a soft murmur that sends a thrill through you. “Not after how you treated our guest today. An apology is in order.”

Her touch remains deliberate, shifting seamlessly between you and Yoohyeon. Every time Yoohyeon's breath hitches or her body tenses, JiU keeps her rhythm steady. Meanwhile, her hand on you moves with excruciating slowness, each featherlight stroke teasing but withholding satisfaction. The effect is intoxicating—leaving you both simmering, each touch drawing you further into her control.

“Faster” Yoohyeon’s voice fades into a moan, her body taut with need, each pause becoming a delicious ache.

Your own breaths quicken, and just when your eyes flutter closed, teetering on the brink, JiU withdraws again with a soft chuckle, her gaze amused as she watches the flush deepen on your face. "Minji… please, I'm sorry." you whisper, voice tinged with desperation.

JiU meets your gaze, her expression both warm and teasing as she cups your chin, directing your focus toward Yoohyeon. “Apologize to her not me and I might consider.” she says softly, her voice carrying an unmistakable command.

Turning to Yoohyeon, you search her face, a rush of sincerity coloring your voice. “Yoohyeon… I’m sorry,” you say earnestly. “I never meant to hurt you.” The words linger, filled with unspoken emotion.

Yoohyeon’s expression softens, her cheeks flushed as her hand reaches to rest on yours. “It’s okay,” she whispers, her voice tender. “It hurt at first, but… I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel good.”

A hint of satisfaction flickers across JiU’s face, and she rewards Yoohyeon’s patience with a deeper touch, her fingers moving with intent, coaxing Yoohyeon’s body to respond. Yoohyeon gasps, her breaths quickening as she arches under JiU’s steady rhythm, her need apparent as she sinks into the sensation.

JiU’s gaze shifts to you, her eyes softening in approval as she nods, encouraging you to join in. You lean closer to Yoohyeon, hands gently finding her chest, your touch warm and tender as you trace soft circles over her skin. Yoohyeon’s breath catches, her body responding instinctively to the combined attention, her gaze meeting yours with gratitude and excitement.

You lower your lips to her collarbone, your kisses trailing down to her chest, every gentle press designed to bring her pleasure. Yoohyeon’s soft moans blend with the rhythm of JiU’s movements, each sound spurring you to deepen your touch, your fingers grazing her with reverence.

JiU’s hand remains steady on Yoohyeon, her fingers coaxing her closer to the edge, guiding her with the perfect rhythm as she murmurs, “Let go, Yoohyeon. Feel everything… don’t hold back.” The warmth in her voice is a reassurance, a command, urging Yoohyeon to release.

Yoohyeon’s hands find yours, her fingers entwined as she clutches at you, her breaths coming in gasps as her body arches, giving herself over to the sensations. Your lips move against her skin, each kiss, each touch drawing her closer. She tenses, her voice breaking into soft cries, her body finally reaching its peak.

With a shuddering breath, Yoohyeon succumbs, her hands clutching you tightly as each wave overtakes her, her soft moans filling the air as she finds release. Her breaths come heavy, and she melts into your arms, her eyes fluttering open, her gaze meeting yours with gratitude and affection. JiU’s smile deepens, pride evident in her expression as you both hold Yoohyeon through each tremor, your touch a steady, reassuring presence.

With a kiss to Yoohyeon’s cheek, JiU murmurs, “Do you want a sneak peek of our next video?” Her voice is soft yet brimming with excitement, and Yoohyeon’s eyes light up, nodding weakly as she savors the warmth of the moment.

JiU’s hands are steady and sure as she gently positions you and Yoohyeon face-to-face, her calm assurance guiding you into place. She eases your legs apart, leaving you open in front of Yoohyeon’s wide-eyed gaze. Her touch drifts lower, fingers moving with precision, each rhythmic stroke pulling you closer to the edge. Her other hand finds your breast, expertly toying with the pierced nipple, the cool metal sending a delightful shiver against your warmth. Your head tips back, breaths coming in quicker under her skilled, steady touch.

Yoohyeon’s gaze remains locked, her eyes unblinking as she absorbs each nuanced motion. Breath shallow and body still, she is captivated by the energy between you and JiU, as if it wraps around her like a charged current. Her heartbeat quickens, matching the rhythm JiU sets—each precise stroke, each deliberate tug that draws soft gasps from your lips. With every shift in JiU’s movements, Yoohyeon feels herself drawn further into the moment, as if JiU’s touch extends through the room’s tension, reaching her too.

JiU’s focus sharpens, her touch unwavering as her fingers move inside you with unyielding intent, guiding you with each practiced stroke to the edge. Her fingers curl to explore your most sensitive places, igniting a powerful current that travels through your entire body. Instinctively, your hand clings to her arm, a silent plea for release as you surrender to her control, every wave of sensation coursing through you under her skilled guidance.

"Cum... now!" JiU whispers as she simultaneously give you a soft bite on your neck. The words sink in, reverberating through you, unlocking a raw tension that has been building. Her command—firm yet filled with tenderness—becomes the final spark that tips you over, dissolving the last of your resistance as her presence anchors you in place.

Under JiU’s expert guidance, a tidal wave of sensation floods your body, each nerve heightened, every inch alive. The world blurs as every part of you surrenders to the crescendo building within. Your back arches, helpless against the surge, muscles taut as your head falls back, eyes closed, and a sharp, unrestrained cry escapes your lips. 

The pleasure is unstoppable, a wave that crests and breaks with a fierceness that consumes you entirely. It rushes through your body, an intense warmth that spills outward, flowing down to Yoohyeon, who lies below, a willing recipient of your shared experience. She gasps as the intimate liquid reaches her, coating her chest and stomach with the evidence of your release. Some of your juices even reaches her mouth, allowing her to taste the sweet and salty essence of you

For a heartbeat, Yoohyeon is frozen, mesmerized by the fluid that seeps into her skin, filling her with an exhilaration that is both grounding and electrifying. The room itself seems to hold its breath, thick with the shared intensity surrounding you all. Every sound, every heartbeat is amplified in this suspended moment, creating a symphony of sensation that envelops the space.

Yoohyeon's chest rises and falls with ragged, soft breaths, each inhale pulling in the lingering scent that coats her. Her gaze stays fixed on you, lips parted, eyes glistening with awe. Her flushed skin a testament to the power of your pleasure. The energy is unrestrained, enveloping her and leaving her equally breathless, equally awestruck by the intensity of the moment.

JiU, the maestro of this symphony, watches with a satisfied smile, her hands steadying you with soothing touches as she gently lowers you from the heights of your climax. She leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your shoulder. Then, with a gentleness that belies the strength of her presence, she brushes a few damp strands from Yoohyeon's flushed face. Her gaze is warm, filled with pride and affection for both of you—her protégés in the art of pleasure.

“Better not spoil that for any other fans,” JiU murmurs, a playful note in her voice, her gaze lingering fondly on the shared connection filling the room.

With a final, gentle reverence, JiU leans down, her lips trailing soft, intimate kisses over every inch touched by your release. Each kiss feels like a blessing, a quiet act of devotion that fills the room with a serene warmth. Her lips linger on Yoohyeon’s flushed skin, delicate yet deliberate, as though committing each moment to memory. Yoohyeon’s eyes flutter closed, savoring the tenderness. 

JiU then turns her attention to you, her touch unhurried, as if there’s all the time in the world. Her hands drift over your skin, fingers grazing softly, leaving warmth in their wake. There’s an unspoken affection in her gaze, her touch, a quiet promise that the intimacy shared tonight isn’t fleeting. As she presses a final, featherlight kiss to your lips, you feel a sense of completion, a fullness that settles deeply within.

Eventually, as the moment’s glow begins to settle into a gentle stillness, JiU helps you and Yoohyeon gather your things. Her hands are soft and unhurried, fingers brushing with care as she smooths tousled hair and adjusts clothing, each touch infused with a lingering tenderness. Every gesture feels like a quiet vow, an intention to hold on to the intimacy woven between you all tonight. Her knowing smile catches yours and Yoohyeon’s in turn, a silent acknowledgment of the closeness you now share.

When fully dressed, your hand instinctively finds Yoohyeon’s. Her fingers wrap around yours in a gentle yet steadying grip, her legs still a bit shaky as she stands beside you. Her gaze meets yours, and then drifts back to JiU, whose warm expression seems to say it all—a quiet pride in the bond she’s nurtured tonight.

As Yoohyeon steadies herself, gathering her belongings, she steps slowly toward the door, each movement deliberate, her legs still a little unsteady from the shared closeness. Just as her hand reaches the handle, JiU places a hand on her shoulder, leaning close with a playful glint in her eyes. “Maybe next time, you could make a little cameo in one of our videos,” she murmurs with a wink, her voice carrying a lighthearted warmth.

Yoohyeon’s cheeks flush, but there’s a newfound ease in her smile as she meets JiU’s gaze, sharing a glance with you as well. Her eyes sparkle, holding a quiet thrill as she nods, voice soft yet brimming with promise. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she replies, warmth threading through her words.

Stepping outside, the cool night air greets her like a gentle embrace, grounding and refreshing her. She walks slowly down the path, her heart fluttering, her steps still a bit tentative but full of joy, as though she’s carrying a spark of the night with her. Her smile lingers as she reaches her door, realizing with a soft chuckle that she won’t be needing her binoculars or her phone anymore. There’s no more distance to bridge, no more glances from afar—only the closeness she now holds deeply, a warmth that will linger long after the night fades.

[damiansgoodgirll]

excited for dont break my heart part 6 <3

here we go!

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five

the judgment day x reader (platonic) / damian priest x reader (platonic) / rhea ripley x reader (platonic) / drew mcintyre x reader

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

‼️angst, mention of family issues, fear of abandonment, fear of loneliness, panic attack, nightmares, mention of past domestic violence, finn’s being violent, mention of daddy issues, sexual tension but nothing explicit (yet) some fluff too‼️

don’t break my heart - part 6

rhea was waiting for bash in berlin to come. she tried to get her revenge on liv for the past week but someone was always there to stop her. but she knew, in berlin, she had the opportunity to prove everyone who the real champion was. she couldn’t wait to get her revenge on her, she had so much unleashed anger that she knew she was going to destroy liv, in every way possible.

the past week has been a blur to you.

everyone getting ready for the big event in germany, you too, so, you didn’t have much time to enjoy life.

you didn’t have a match but you knew that the judgment day would have tried to screw damian and rhea and you couldn’t let it happen, not again.

so you trained. you trained with damian, you trained with rhea, you trained with drew.

damian and rhea hardly accepted this new relationship between you and him. for her, he was too old. she would have never told you this but in her mind, you were just projecting your past self into this relationship, the need of having someone older to look after you, the feeling of being loved and chosen by someone older than you. damian didn’t mind the age difference as long as you were happy, but he knew that at the moment, you struggled being happy and he didn’t want drew to cause you more harm.

“you got his hermosa” damian happily cheered you on as you were training with rhea. she was tough and much stronger than you. training with her was always a challenge but you loved it.

you smiled at him and let rhea practice some other moves on you before you both took a breath and some minutes of break.

“everything okay?” rhea asked when she saw you looking at the ceiling, a little dozed off.

“i spoke with finn” you confessed. damian and rhea met you with worried eyes “he wanted to apologise but i shove him away…he kept saying how sorry he was for what happened…”

rhea took a deep breath before speaking again “what did you say y/n?”

“that i don’t wanna see him or talk to him ever again…i trusted him with my whole life and he betrayed me like that…he’s dead for me” rhea proudly smiled when she heard those words coming out of your mouth. she knew how important was finn to you and she was a little scared that you may want to forgive him so when you told her that you were done, she felt relieved.

“i’m proud of you hermosa…” damian kissed your head, making you smile against his chest.

“you ready for bash?” you asked the duo, seeing them working their asses off this whole week.

“ready to destroy them” rhea said making you chuckle.

“i feel like i need a hot shower and then i’ll start packing for berlin…do you guys need any help with packing?” you offered while walking out the gym.

damian smiled at your kindness “no princesa, i think i’m almost done packing, thank you though, i appreciate it”

you smiled back, riding with them and waving them off once they dropped you back home.

the rest of the night moved slowly, you took your time doing your skincare, washing your hair, cooking dinner and packing for berlin. you felt at ease, somehow. maybe it was because of damian and rhea being there for you like a real family, maybe it was because of your relationship with drew.

and thinking of him, your telephone popped up with a notification from drew.

sleep well kid, call me if anything happens, even if you just need to talk about the silliest things, i’m here for you, always, goodnight love, see you in berlin <3

you smiled, replying a thank you and a goodnight. for the first time you felt loved and appreciated and you wanted it to stay like that forever.

but you knew some things couldn’t stay true forever.

bash in berlin was a success. rhea and damian dominated against liv and dom. rhea took her revenge on liv, hitting her and making her pay for what she did to you.

“you’re gonna regret even speaking to y/n” she whispered in her hear, making sure the cameras didn’t catch that before licking her face.

of course the judgment day had to interfere but you were ready. the crowd cheered when they saw you kicking finn away from damian. you tried to bring some peace because five against two wasn’t a fair match. so you helped them as you could, trying to keep jd and finn out of the ring so damian and rhea could finish the match. you couldn’t express how happy you were once they won the match.

laughing at finn’s face was your little revenge. his expression was a mix of heartbreak and anger. he hated damian and rhea for turning you against him even more.

drew watched the match backstage, softly smiling when he saw you happy, not caring that he just lost against punk. he knew he was gonna get his revenge at some point, so, celebrating with you was his priority now.

he waited for you to finish all the interviews, he waited for you to get ready before he could come to your changing room.

you heard a soft knock outside, knowing that only drew knocked so carefully when it came to you “come in” you smiled.

his eyes a little sad but his smile still on his face when he saw you all this happy and energetic. you hugged him, letting him know that you were there for him, always.

“how are you drew? anything that hurts?” his heart missed a few beats when he heard you getting worried for him.

“i’m good…raw is happening soon and bad blood is next month, i’m gonna get my revenge” he softly kissed your head while you hugged him, the height difference making it easier for him to reach your head than your lips “you did so good y/n, i’m so proud of you…you showed everyone what you can do and i’m so happy for you, you deserve all of this” his words were sincere, you could see it in his eyes.

you needed to hear those words. you craved those words. you needed someone to be proud of you, it meant that all you fought for in the past years wasn’t taken for granted.

“thank you drew…i really appreciate it” there was moment of silence between the two of you before you slowly dragged his neck down and met his lips in a gentle kiss. he understood that physical affection was your love sign, more than words and honesty he didn’t mind. he loved the feeling of your lips over his. your smaller hands tugging his hairs and neck. his stronger ones holding you tighter by your hips.

butterflies were all over your body when he deepened the kiss, his beard slowly grazing your face, making you shiver under his touch.

drew couldn’t lie to himself if he said he didn’t want to have you naked under his body. he imagined every night what it would feel like having you under him, naked and begging just for him. he craved for your touch. no one was ever able to make him feel like you do. but at the same time he respected you too much and he wanted to take things slowly, making you feel comfortable and not rushing things.

you both needed to catch breath so you moved a little from his lips. his eyes never leaving your face, always looking for any sign of discomfort but when you showed none, his lips moved back onto yours.

he moved you both on the black leather couch near the door so you could be more comfortable, knowing that the height difference might cause you both neck pain after standing for so long. he took you in his lap, your hands still in his hair, playing with the soft ends while his hands moved from your hips to your back and from your back to your hips again.

everything was new for you. this was probably the longest make out session you’ve ever had. and you worried about what would drew say when you will tell him that he was your first ever real relationship.

“everything okay?” he whispered, catching breath. he sensed you shifting uncomfortably in his lap so he worried a little.

“yeah…it’s just”

“a lot?” he asked.

“no” you laughed “it’s nice, very nice but everything is new for me so…please, please let me know if i do something wrong…”

his hand gently stroked your cheek, as if he wanted to reassure you that everything was okay and you couldn’t do anything wrong “we are moving at your own pace, i promise you, everything is okay” you relaxed a little when he saw those words, making you smile when you started kissing him again.

a loud knock interrupted the two of you “mariposa! rhea and i are leaving, are you ready?” damian asked from outside the door.

“he’s gonna kill me if he sees us like this” drew whispered making it hard for you to keep your laughter down.

“uhm…yeah, i’m ready, just give me a sec” you moved out of drew’s lap as he watched you throwing your essentials into your bag “i’m coming”

“i’ll text you once we are back at the hotel” drew whispered, winking at you and blowing you a kiss.

you smiled before leaving the changing room only to be met with a questioning damian “what took you so long?” he asked when you both met rhea and drove back to the hotel.

“i showered…and watched the rest of the main event…” you hated lying to them but if damian or rhea found out you were having a heavy make out session with drew in your changing room, they would have killed him and then you.

“what’s that smile y/n?” rhea teased you, making you blush.

“oh nothing…i’m just happy for how the show went” you tried your best to not lie to them but you knew you couldn’t. they knew something was up but they both exhausted so they let it go, at least for now.

back at the hotel, you and drew kept texting like teenagers. you shared your room with rhea so you couldn’t have him over and if you left, she would get suspicious. she pretended to sleep but she knew you were up. she heard your nails typing on the keyboard, she heard your little giggles and even if she wasn’t a fan of this relationship, she couldn’t deny that you were a changed person since you started dating drew.

the day after was spent by everyone going back to the states because of monday night raw. you wished you had enough time to visit berlin but drew promised you that once you both had a few days off he would take you, so you held on to that promise.

if 48 hours ago you were in berlin, now you were checking in your hotel for the next few days in denver, colorado. you were tired and you wanted to sleep but damian and rhea called you in the gym so you could train with them.

“what’s with that face mi amor?” damian’s accent made everything even better but you were tired so you couldn’t care less.

“tired…” you yawned.

“if you slept instead of texting with drew all night long you wouldn’t be so tired…” rhea said out loud. she didn’t mean to. it was a thought that she had and she didn’t know why it escaped but now it was out.

it wasn’t what she said that made you upset, it was the annoying tone that she used that caused you to blow up.

“excuse me?” you didn’t want to fight, not with her, but if she had any problems you wanted her to tell you.

damian looked between the two of you, a little speechless as he didn’t know what was going on.

“i…i’m sorry…i didn’t mean it like that” rhea apologised immediately, knowing that she might have overstepped.

“if you have a problem with me dating drew, i wanna know it…instead of you talking behind my back” you didn’t mean to talk back like that, but again, you were tired and even if it wasn’t an excuse, rhea had no business in talking about your relationship like that.

“i don’t have a problem with you dating drew…” rhea breathed

“but…”

“but don’t you thing you guys are going too fast?” rhea didn’t know what to say without you getting mad “i mean…i don’t want you to get hurt, i don’t want you to regret something because you moved too fast…”

“you don’t know anything about my relationship with drew!” you went in defensive mode.

damian stepped up, trying to calm the situation down “well, talk to us hermosa”

“no if you’re not respecting my choices! if you keep judging me based of who i’m dating, what i’m doing with my life and the list can go on…next time, keep your unwanted opinions to yourself” you said to rhea before leaving the gym.

you were feeling guilty, especially for screaming at her when all she did these past months was to be there for you. you felt like shit because they just wanted to help you but you let them out, like the first time you joined the team.

you wanted to tell them everything, you wanted their advices and support. but the way rhea couldn’t approve your relationship with drew made you somehow mad. it wasn’t her business and she had no saying in your choices.

“she’ll get over it” damian whispered to rhea as she watched you leave the gym.

the duo continued their training while you started packing for the arena.

an hour later damian asked you if you wanted a ride over there but you told him that drew was already taking care of it.

“what’s on your mind love?” drew’s thick accent made you smile a little. he knew something was wrong when you didn’t speak a word to him.

“i had a fight with rhea…” you whispered.

he was shocked at first, being aware of how close you two are “what happened sweetheart?”

“she said something she shouldn’t have said…and i may have overreacted” he smiled hearing taking your guilts. rhea cared about you too much for staying mad at you and he knew you two were going to make up by the end of the night.

“she said something about me, didn’t she?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

you nodded.

he was happy that someone cared about you. he was aware that rhea and damian were your family. he saw it everytime your fought together. he saw it when you first joined the group.

and he smiled even more at the thought of you fighting with rhea for him. he was a grown ass man and he definitely could take care about rhea and damian. he knew he was going to face them later on, wanting to assure them of his intentions with you.

he knew they needed to hear that from him and not from you. because in their eyes, you will always be like a little sister to them, no matter your age. they would always feel the need to protect you and right now they were seeing him as a threat.

“don’t fight with rhea over me…i promise you, i can take care of them” he laughed.

“it’s not that…i just feel like they don’t want me to move on my with life…” you knew that it wasn’t completely true, but you were stubborn and that was what you were feeling at the moment.

“you’ll make up, i know it…” he reassured you a little before kissing your hand and helping you down the car and into the arena.

you both went into your respective dressing rooms. you got there earlier cause you wanted to avoid rhea and damian. rhea was going to open up the show and you didn’t want to be a bother for her.

so you got dressed. you did your make up, you did your hair and you ate something before the show started.

backstage, you watched how confident she was on that ring. she delivered her promo amazingly, calm and collected as she was before dominik interrupted her. it was fun watching how the crowd never let him spoke. but when you saw liv coming out of nowhere, you knew that something was going to happen, since she was alone and they were two.

her leg got stuck between the ropes, leaving free access for liv to hit her and kick her. you knew damian was going out to help her but you were closer to the inside of the arena than damian was so you sprinted out, running backstage into the arena and letting everyone know that you were there and no one had to mess with your family. damian followed you behind. as he helped rhea, you were able to grab liv from her hair and yank her on the floor a couple of times before dominik separated her from you.

your attention immediately went to rhea and damian, who were watching you inside of the ring.

“are you okay?” you asked her, a little worried.

rhea smiled when she saw you and she couldn’t help but to embrace you in her arms, whispering how sorry she was for everything that happened earlier.

“it’s okay, i promise…let me help you backstage” you said smiling at her.

you and damian both helped her backstage. medical staff immediately came towards you and asked rhea to sit down so they could check on her. she was hurting but you knew she went through worse.

“thanks for coming out there” rhea said, honesty filling her voice.

“i’m sorry for getting mad at you” you realised how childish your behaviour was.

“i apologise for talking about things that don’t concern me, you were right… you will talk to us when you’re ready to do it and we will be here for you” damian hugged you both when he heard rhea apologising.

“i hate fighting with you rhea…” you smiled into her embrace.

“same thing here…”

“well, i’m glad everything is over now” damian said making you both laugh.

as the show progressed, you watched punk segment only to be interrupted by drew. you remembered what he told you about getting his revenge on punk. so you weren’t surprised to see him attacking punk with such violence. not even when the medical staff took him to the ambulance he stopped. he kept attacking him until you saw blood coming out of his mouth. you couldn’t understand how such a strong and crazy man could be so caring and sweet with you. but you liked him, a lot.

the event ended up with damian teaming up with jey uso. of course you and rhea were both ringside to make sure the rest of the judgment day wouldn’t screw up this match up. finn was so pissed when he lost. he couldn’t handle losing to damian once again. he was furious, going backstage, he started breaking everything he found on his way.

you laughed, celebrating the victory on the ring with jey, rhea and damian. it was a weird team but jey brought a wave of happiness that you knew was missing.

when the show ended, drew had one more thing to do before going back to the hotel and that was talking with rhea and damian. so, while you were going into your dressing room, drew caught the duo before they parted ways.

“what’s going on?” rhea asked him when he saw him approaching them.

“can we talk? there’s something that i would like to let you know…” he demanded, waiting for damian and rhea to answer.

they both agreed and they led him into their changing room “spit it out” rhea said, watching the scotsman straight in his eyes.

“i know you’re worried for y/n…i understand that but i want to assure the both of you that my intentions are pure. i like her, a lot. i know everything that she has been through, i know what happened to her in the past and i’ll be forever grateful that she has you caring for her. she loves you like a family and i know that the feeling is mutual…but again, i like her, we are moving at her own pace. i will never force myself on her, i will never make her do anything that she’s uncomfortable to do, and that’s a promise” he spoke. he didn’t really want to have a chit chat about his relationship with damian and rhea but he was doing it for you. he was doing it so you and rhea would no longer fight. he was doing because taking you away from the only family you had wasn’t his plan “i don’t like you and that’s pretty evident, i don’t have to like you…but i want to keep things civil between us because of her”

rhea was even surprised that drew took time to come to them. she felt like she had to approve her daughter’s boyfriend for the first time and she felt a little uncomfortable. she appreciated the effort that drew put on.

damian was the one to speak as he saw rhea getting lost in her mind “what you said it’s true. we care about her as a family, she is our family…and of course when you two started dating, we got a little worried, especially knowing the age difference between the two of you but she’s a grown woman…it’s hard to accept that because i’ve been knowing her for a long time, she’s been part of the judgement day since it started but she’s an adult, she can make her own decisions and she chose you…it means that somehow she likes you too, she even fought rhea today to defend you” damian chuckled “we can keep our cool for her” he suggested and drew nodded his head.

rhea nodded her head too “thanks for speaking with us, i can see the way she talks about you, she cares about you drew, just promise me, don’t make her suffer, she’s been through hell and the last thing she needs now is a heartbreak”

“you have my consent to kick my ass in case something happens between us” drew added making rhea chuckle.

in the meantime, once you changed clothes and took a quick shower, you decided to look for the usual buffet backstage. you were starving and after carrying the show you felt like you deserved to treat yourself.

so once you got there, your eyes immediately fell upon the chocolate cookies and the caramel bars. you ate in silence, sat down on the comfy chair present in the room while scrolling some videos on tiktok until you heard some very recognisable voices coming towards you.

“i can’t handle it anymore!” finn screamed. liv and dominik trying to keep him calm but failing miserably.

you were stuck in your chair. if you left they would have seen you but if you stayed there, they would have seen you anyway. you felt like you were trapped.

“you shouldn’t be here” dominik said when he saw you in the room “alone” he smirked.

“congratulations for tonight” liv annoying voice said “i hope mami’s leg isn’t too injured” she laughed.

you stood up. probably not the best idea facing them alone but if finn had some common sense after what happened the last time, he wouldn’t start any fight “she still kicked your ass with one injured foot so…” that pissed liv even more.

“at least i don’t go crying to them everytime i have a problem…oh right, you had a hard and difficult life and we all should pity you” liv laughed. finn closed his eyes, not wanting to create more drama.

“we should go liv…” finn suggested but liv wasn’t having any of that.

“ain’t it true?” dom laughed, taking a few steps forward, making you walk backwards “we had to hear your cries every single night because you had nightmares” you tried to move away but dom grabbed your arm “ you’re just a stupid crybaby” he said before dropping your arm and leaving with liv.

leaving you and finn alone.

“if you sided with us this wouldn’t have happened” he whispered.

“no, never. i would have never betrayed rhea and damian the way you did” you screamed at his face “you’re just a coward, you’ve always been…i trusted you with my life, you knew things about me that no one knew and the first thing you did was to betray me and tell liv everything…”

finn laughed “oh shut up!” he screamed, walking toward you. you walked until your back hit the wall, finn blocking any way out you might have had “shut up y/n!” he screamed right at your face.

he never screamed at you. he knew you hated screams.

“i cared about you! but you chose them!” his poisonous eyes turned black, watching the way you tried to squirm away from his body “i wanted you in this team but you chose the weakest part” his laugh full of poison.

his hand met your neck.

finn never being violent towards you. he knew what that might have caused you.

“but now…all i see is a pathetic little girl who can’t let go of her past!” his hand squeezing your neck as he whispered mean words into your ear “you’re weak…and you chose the weak team”

“finn…please” you begged him. in that moment you weren’t the strong and fierce wrestler anyone knew. finn’s action made you small, and afraid just like you were when your father used to hit you and just like when mother used to spit mean words on you “stop it please…”

but finn wouldn’t leave you.

his other hand went to grab your arm, just like dom did before “if you had chosen us, you wouldn’t be afraid!” he screamed. his voice echoing in the corridor, made dom and liv looked back.

“stay here” dom whispered to liv as he went back to finn. he was met with finn overpowering you and even if he knew you deserved it, he didn’t want more troubles with rhea as he already had a black eye “finn, let’s go” but finn wasn’t listening.

your eyes were closed and all you could imagine was your father hitting you again and again. finn used to be so caring towards you but tonight’s event made him go crazy. he lost again and he couldn’t take it anymore.

“finn please…stop it, please” you felt small. you felt paralysed, you didn’t know what to do.

“finn, you’re hurting her, let her go” dom got a little worried. yes, he was mad at you and he hated you for siding with rhea and damian instead of him but he saw how terrified you were and he knew that finn would have gone far if he didn’t stop him.

“please finn…finn stop it!” you screamed back. it was more of a desperate cry as your arm was losing sensibility and your neck felt like it was going to explode “stop it please…let me go!” you didn’t mean to scream so loud but you did and you were lucky you did.

a couple of rooms behind there were damian, rhea and drew still talking about you when they all stopped when they heard your cries.

they followed your voice. rhea a little behind due to her injury. drew ready to wreck havoc if you were hurt.

the two men were met with a sight they’ll never forget. finn’s hands over your body as he was screaming that he wanted to get revenge on damian and rhea and he wanted to use you to hurt them.

damian shoved finn on the ground as your body fell on the floor. your mind went blank, too many bad memories were brought back in that moment.

“drew take her away” damian whispered to the scotsman and he nodded. he wanted to kick finn’s ass but you were his priority.

when rhea entered the room, she saw finn and damian fighting and you crying in the corner “what the fuck happened here?”

“finn got violent on y/n” damian spat back.

drew moved cautiously but when he saw you flinching away he stopped his movements “hey love…it’s me, it’s drew…” his voice soft as he didn’t want to scare you away “can i take you somewhere else quieter?” he asked and you nodded, not trusting your voice.

he scooped you in his arms and took you outside of the room, letting rhea and damian dealing with finn.

your head fell on his shoulder as he walked towards his car, wanting to get you out of the arena as soon as possible. once he comfortably placed you in the passenger seat, he took a deep look at your body. the way your eyes were still closed, tears falling from your eyes. how you brought your knees to your chest and hid your face into them.

you were spacing out, like your mind wasn’t there and he knew he had to get you far away from the chaos as soon as possible.

he took you back at the hotel, walking with you in his arms towards his room. he gently placed you on the bed “love…can you please look at me?” he was worried, not knowing what might have cause this.

“don’t hurt me…please” drew’s heart dropped when he heard you saying those words. rhea told him that your trauma was heavy and that you were still healing. he never took her words lightly and he promised to hurt anyone who might have threatened you.

he couldn’t understand how someone could use something as strong and delicate as your childhood trauma against you. he wanted to end finn’s life but he knew damian and rhea were taking care of him.

“i promise you…i’m not going to hurt you darling…open your eyes please, let me look at you” he said softly.

you slowly opened your eyes and when you realised that there was no threat near you, you jumped into drew’s arms. he shielded you, as if he wanted to protect you even if you were the only people in the room.

“you’re okay…i promise you” he whispered but before he could say anything else, you stopped him.

“drew…”

“mh?”

“i can’t breathe…” tears were rolling down your cheeks. drew took a look at you and realised that you were having a panic attack. he wasn’t new to those. he had them before. but with you, it was different.

“hey hey…shh, it’s okay, focus on me, focus on my voice” he tried to help you “look at me y/n” his voice growing a little stronger when he realised that you weren’t focusing on anything “look at me” you did as he told you “follow me, catch my breath…look at me” and you tried your best to calm yourself down. you matched his breathing, in and out as he told you.

your hands were still visibly shaking and when he noticed it, he took no time to put your hands into his bigger ones. his thumbs caressing your hands in a calm motion.

you followed his breathing a couple of times before you were able to breath again “that’s good y/n…” he whispered softly in your ear “so good…you doing a good job”

“sorry for that…”

he shook his head “no, absolutely no, don’t apologise for that…it’s not your fault, do you hear me? i’m glad you are okay…”

you stayed there for what it felt like hours, even if it was just ten minutes, laying in his arms as he stroked your back, helping you relax.

he was waiting for damian or rhea to text him but when he saw you sleeping against his chest, he felt complete somehow, like you were the missing piece he needed in his life.

finn’s gonna pay for what he did. we’re coming back to the hotel, thank you for taking care of her. we own you. - damian

drew’s phone buzzed when he received a notification from damian. he knew he was going to ask more questions tomorrow but right now, he was there for you. watching you sleep, seeing how peaceful you were, he couldn’t believe someone as beautiful and loving as you were, was carrying a baggage of pain and traumas like that.

“nothing’s gonna hurt you…” he whispered before leaving a soft kiss on your head as he watched you sleeping peacefully.

PART 7

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ALL THE PREVIOUS CHAPTERS ARE UPLOADED IN MY MASTERLIST!

part 7 coming too! i might add some spicy things in the next chapter…let me know if you have any ideas!

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Day 5: acorn

Masterlist flufftober 🎃

This is kind of flangst if you squint, but the idea came to my mind and I thought it would be really cute. One of my favorites, enjoy, and reblog if you liked it!

You and Spencer walked in silence, with only the sound of the orange leaves crunching under your feet. Autumn had undeniably arrived, and you knew perfectly well that this season was a blessing for many children, providing them with leaves on the ground to play with, warm clothes, and tons of candy. Somehow, it was also your favorite time of the year, as it brought back a few pleasant memories you guarded closely in your heart.

“How did he behave over the weekend?”

“Very well, actually,” he replied, happy that you had finally decided to break the silence. In the distance, you could hear the giggles of a child you both made sure to check on from time to time. “We made pancakes, I took him to the aquarium, we drew a lot, and overall, he didn’t throw any tantrums or anything like that. He even asked me to tuck him in.”

“He always wants that,” you said. “Sometimes he makes me read the books you give him.”

“And he asks me to sing him lullabies you taught him.”

You both fell silent again.

It wasn’t often that your ex-husband’s days off aligned with yours, and the truth was that you both only sought to see each other when strictly necessary. Many times, Jason spent weekends with his father, and when Spencer had the chance, he would take him to school and other activities.

As a father, you couldn’t complain about him. He tried his best after the divorce, as if wanting to make up for something, and you both made sure to keep arguments away from Jason’s ears because the last thing you wanted was for your son to suffer because of it.

It had been somewhat complicated explaining the dynamics of your post-divorce life to Jason, as he didn’t understand why his father, whom he loved so much, had to move to a new apartment. Spencer had tried to be as kind as possible when talking to his son, not wanting him to feel, even for a second, the abandonment Spencer himself had felt from his own father. He called him all the time, bought him an endless number of things, and made sure to have him with him whenever work allowed.

Work, work… that damned work.

“That’s just how he is,” you said simply.

A cold breeze filled the air, and you tucked your hands into your coat pockets, just as your husband did. Once upon a time, you might have held hands to deal with the cold, but now that was unthinkable.

“He also told me he already has a costume for Halloween, right?”

“He wants to be Sherlock Holmes. It was between that and Albert Einstein, but he went with Sherlock because he said his job was similar to his daddy’s.”

Spencer let out a chuckle that was stifled in his throat and looked in the direction of the little boy who was hopping around in the leaves, already too dirty from the nature of the park.

“Do you need money to buy the costume? I could ask JJ where they sell some, or…”

“It’s okay, Reid. I’ll probably make it myself or ask my mom,” you murmured, shrugging. “But he wants you to take him trick-or-treating.”

“I’ll try. But you know with cases… it’s unpredictable.”

“Explain it to him, not me,” you muttered seriously.

Honestly, conversations between the two of you were almost always uncomfortable. Sometimes Spencer tried to find a normal or interesting topic for you, but you rarely carried the conversation forward. Other times, you wished you could ask him about things that really mattered—his mental state, his feelings, or simply what was happening in his life—but you had no idea how to go about it.

That’s why you both preferred to talk only about Jason.

“Look, Mommy!” your son suddenly shouted, throwing a bunch of leaves into the air and laughing when they fell on him.

“How nice, baby,” you responded with feigned excitement, somewhat relieved that your son was having fun.

You both stood there watching the little one, and you could feel your ex-husband’s gaze from the corner of your eye. So many years of knowing him, of loving him, had allowed you to detect when he wanted to say something but didn’t dare. Sometimes, you still felt guilty for being able to read him so easily, and you had no doubt he felt the same, especially with that eidetic memory of his helping him.

“Jason talked to me about Christmas the other day,” he began, seemingly gathering the courage to speak. It had to be something important if he had taken the trouble to bring it up. “Has he mentioned anything to you about the presents he’ll ask Santa for?”

“Not yet, but he’s usually happy with whatever he gets. We can ask him later what he wants or tell him to write a letter for something specific, but I think some of the other gifts could be a chemistry set or art supplies; his teacher says he’s shown a lot of interest in both.”

“I see,” he murmured, nodding slightly. But he didn’t seem satisfied with your answer. “He said something interesting to me the other day. I just wanted to know if he had told you about it already.”

“Maybe if you tell me, I can answer,” you said without looking at him, trying to stay calm.

You had a suspicion of what your son had talked about, but you didn’t want to make a mistake. And Spencer felt exactly the same.

There was silence again for a few minutes, which felt like an eternity, and then he spoke:

“He told me this year he doesn’t want to ask Santa for anything because he wants to save his wish for something special,” he began. He paused for a moment and then continued, “I asked him what it was, and he didn’t want to tell me, so I suggested he could write a letter even though it was still early. He did, and after I put him to bed, I went to read it. There was a drawing and some words written in a messy but legible way. It said his only wish was for his mommy and daddy to be together again.”

By the middle of the conversation, you already knew what it was about. By the end, a few tears had welled up in your eyes.

“I know. He tells me that often,” you confessed, feeling a tightness in your chest. “And I never know what to say.”

“Have you thought about remarrying?” he suddenly asked. It was barely a murmur, but enough for you to turn to him in evident surprise. “I mean… with someone else. Or maybe having a boyfriend?”

“Jason takes up most of my time, and work takes up the rest. I don’t think there’s an opportunity to even consider it,” you said seriously. Since the divorce, neither of you had thought about the possibility of Jason having a stepfather or a stepmother. “What about you?”

“Never. I believe marriage is a pact you make only once in life.”

What was he trying to do? Was he criticizing you? Was he hinting that he saw the possibility of living together again?

“Well, that way Jason won’t be confused. At least until he grows up.”

“Don’t you think he needs a father figure?”

“What do you think you are then?”

“A permanent figure,” he clarified. “And a mother figure at the same time. We worry about ourselves, but we never thought about how this would affect him.”

“Of course I thought about it, Spencer. That’s why I asked for the divorce.”

Low blow. And a painful one.

“Listen, I know I’ve made a lot of mistakes, and I’m not trying to justify myself. But it’s been two years, and I think I’ve changed enough to prove to you that I’m not a bad father.”

“I don’t need proof of that. I know you’re not,” you said firmly. But when you spoke again, your words were harsher. “But I can’t trust that you’ll be a good husband.”

“I was before.”

“Yes, but then you ended up in prison. And you decided your work was worth more than your family.”

“That’s not true,” he exclaimed, clearly offended. “You and Jason have always been my priority, even now. I live only for you, and in return, you abandoned me when I needed you the most.”

“Spencer, stop blaming me. I had to choose between taking care of you or raising my son. Our son. So I sacrificed my marriage to make the best decision for him. We came second.”

“But divorce doesn’t have to be forever,” he insisted, stepping in front of you to make you look at him. “If you want, we don’t even have to sleep in the same bed. I just… I just want us to live together again. For Jason. I think he deserves to have a complete family because I know how hard it is not to have one, and I don’t want him to go through the same thing.”

You were finally talking more than you had in months. But to be honest, you wished it wasn’t happening. He took one of his hands out of his pocket and reached up to touch your cheek. You were freezing, and it became a fervent desire to lean into you and lose himself in your lips.

“Spencer, don’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I need to think with a clear head. And you’re just clouding my judgment.”

“Why does it have to be a decision you make with a clear head?” he said, sounding hurt. “I’m not a stranger; we once loved each other. I still love you.”

His other hand came up to cup your face, and you placed your hands on his wrists, trying in vain to push him away. You didn’t have the strength, neither physically nor mentally, to do it.

“Spencer, nothing guarantees that getting back together will make us happy.”

“And nothing guarantees that it won’t,” he murmured, pleading. His fingers stroked you gently, and you felt yourself succumbing to temptation.

You were looking into his honey-colored eyes again, and you realized that was one of the things that hadn’t changed despite all the years; they still looked so sweet, so docile toward you. And suddenly, you felt as in love as the first time, and that terrified you. Loving meant the fear of getting hurt again.

You were about to say something when a shout caught your attention, making you think for a second that something had happened to your son. Luckily, it was just him trying to get your attention.

“Come play! Please!” he said politely, with that persuasive little voice he was already learning to use.

“We’re coming, my love.”

The conversation was interrupted by that activity, and although Jason asked why you were crying, you reassured him, blaming the cold in the park. As the minutes passed and you two began to follow your son’s lead, the mood lightened. You even reached a point where you were genuinely having fun, the three of you together, and it was undeniable that your little boy was brimming with happiness.

“A squirrel!” Jason suddenly shouted. He loved animals, so he didn’t hesitate to get closer.

“Careful, honey,” Spencer hurried, always the more fearful of the two of you. “It’s not a good idea to touch squirrels, even if they look cute. They’re wild animals and could bite or scratch you if they get scared. Plus, they can have bugs or diseases.”

“But I want to pet it! Can I, Mommy?”

“When Daddy says no, it’s a no.”

Your son pouted, pretending to be upset, but looking as cute as any 6-year-old. Your ex-husband tried to cheer him up by crouching down to his level.

“Better let’s observe what it’s doing. What do you think it’s looking for?”

“I don’t know.”

“Look, there. In its little hands.”

“An acorn!” he exclaimed happily. The squirrel was picking some off the ground and putting them in its mouth, filling its cheeks. “Why is it doing that?”

“It’s storing food for the winter. It buries them in a safe place, and then when the snow falls, it looks for them to eat.”

“There are more over there!” your son said, pointing with his little finger. “There are three. Do you think those are its mommy and daddy?”

“Maybe, son.”

“They’re like us, right?” he smiled.

You looked away from them because you didn’t want to meet Spencer’s eyes if he turned, and you only heard him laugh.

“Yes, maybe they are.”

Jason watched the animals for a few more minutes, and then he got distracted by a nearby hot chocolate stand. Spencer bought a cup for each of you, which felt wonderful. During the time you all sat on a bench to drink it, with Jason in the middle of both of you, you could sense the furtive glances Spencer gave you, and unwillingly, you did the same toward him.

Jason played for so long that the sky darkened, and he was completely exhausted. By the time you hugged him, ready to head home, he had already fallen fast asleep. And although his presence was evident in theory, you were once again effectively alone with your ex-husband as you approached the car.

He offered to drive to avoid waking your son, and then he opened the passenger door for you, where you settled in, trying to make Jason as comfortable as possible. Halfway through the drive to your apartment, there was an awkward silence that couldn’t even be avoided with music because Spencer had forgotten to fix the stereo.

You struggled to admit it but, to be honest, you hadn’t had such a bad time that afternoon. You were genuinely happy about the family moment you shared, and proof of that was how you clung to who you would always see as your baby, smiling as you watched him sleep so peacefully.

Spencer didn’t expect you to speak during a red light.

“We can meet up to spend Christmas together as a family. Stay in the same apartment, open presents together, and all that,” you said, not looking at him, trying to focus on anything else to avoid him “And it’s too soon to make such a drastic decision, Spencer, like going back to a practically married life. But we can think about it and decide after the new year.”

Despite your indifference, he knew you were being sincere and not just giving him false hope. And he also knew that he would work twice as hard to win back your trust, forgive your mistakes, and, with some luck, recover your love. You hoped you had the strength to forget what had happened and see Spencer for who he was now, not for who he had been.

“I’m glad you said that. And I agree,” was all he replied.

When you got home, you both made sure to leave your son comfortably asleep in bed, and as an extra favor and a show of commitment, you stayed a long time watching him sleep, as if trying to preserve that childish image forever. You didn’t say anything when Spencer wrapped his arms around your shoulders, and he pretended not to notice that you leaned into him, resting your head lightly against his chest.

All you could think was how you hoped time would be kind to you and allow you to eventually rekindle the love you once had and offer it to the beautiful child lying in front of you.

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You smile as you wave the flag down, signaling the beginning of tonight’s race. Walking to where Mina was, you sigh and drop the flag unceremoniously. Katsuki wasn’t racing tonight, opting to stay and spectate instead. A grin makes its way onto his face when he notices your figure nearing closer, pulling a chair next to his as he gestures for you to sit there. With a grumble, you move his hands away from his lap and plop straight onto of him. His arms instinctively wrap around your midsection, pulling you close to his chest.

“Someone’s in a bad mood tonight.” You can hear Mina’s snicker as she walks away. “Leave me alone,” you whine, slumping into his hold. The buzz of alcohol makes your mood even more sulky, and there’s nothing more that you want than to close your eyes and fall into a deep slumber, surrounded by Katsuki’s warmth.

No, the two of you weren’t a thing—yet. You and Katsuki had been on multiple dates, each one better than the last, and somehow, he never failed to surprise you. But neither of you had put a label on what you were. Kaminari couldn’t stand it anymore. “You two are the biggest idiots on the planet,” he’d groan, often rolling his eyes at the obvious chemistry that neither of you fully addressed. After enough frustration, he started calling you ‘Dynamite’s girl’.

And honestly, you didn’t mind it. In fact, you kind of loved it. The idea of being his made your heart skip a beat, though you’d never admit it out loud. When Katsuki first heard the nickname, his reaction was classic. A scowl paired with “stupid fuckin dunceface and his crazy names”, but he never bothered correcting it. Instead, anytime he heard it, he’d immediately turn to you with that stupidly handsome lopsided grin of his.

Of course you felt special, knowing that out of everyone, you were the one people associated with Katsuki Bakugo. The same guy who could tear through a racetrack at lightning speed, the guy who bent the crowd to his will, making them chant his name over and over again, like a mantra.

He wasn’t one for big, romantic declarations, but his actions spoke volumes. The way his hand lingered on your back when you stood beside him, the subtle, protective way he’d guide you through crowds, the silent exchanges between you that no one else understood. It was enough for now, even without the label. You knew it would come eventually—when Katsuki was ready to say it out loud.

Mina’s voice cut your train of thoughts, causing you to rub your eyes and look up to find her sauntering over to you, a blonde-haired girl behind her. “Guys, meet the new flag girl!"

New flag girl?

Kirishima piped in. “No offence babe, but don’t we have two already?” He means both you and Mina, but she shrugs, “We’ll do shifts. I’m tired.”

You felt a knot tightening in your stomach as you turned to face the new flag girl. She had curly silver hair tied up in a high ponytail, and her outfit—a snug tank top and shorts—drew attention in all the right ways.

“I’m Emiko, love the eyeliner.” she said with a smile, showcasing a set of straight white teeth. You managed a small wave in response, looking away quickly.

“Yeah, great to meet you,” you replied, forcing a smile while your mind buzzed with questions. Didn’t Mina know how much you loved being part of the action?

“Just think of me as your backup,” the cheery girl said, her grin wide. “Mina mentioned she needed someone to fill in. I can’t wait to help.” She seemed genuinely excited, and you hated that you couldn’t muster up the same enthusiasm.

You turned to Katsuki, hoping for some reassurance, but he was too busy focused on the track, lines creasing his forehead in concentration as the racers completed their eighth lap.

It made you relieved that he wasn’t paying attention to her in the slightest.

“Don’t worry, you’ll still be my main girl!” Mina chirped, nudging you playfully. You forced a laugh, but it felt hollow.

“Sure,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant. “I just hope she knows what she’s doing.”

Closing your eyes, you intertwined your fingers with Bakugo’s, feeling him squeezing it gently and pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head.

The clinking of bottles paired with laughter caused you to stir awake. Tears clouded your vision as you yawned. Sitting up, you were aware that you were, surprisingly, still in Katsuki’s lap, his arm around your shoulders, still holding you close.

Blinking away the remnants of sleep, you looked around, the scent of grilled food and beer filling the air.

“Can you believe Sero actually pulled that off?” Kaminari exclaimed, his voice ringing out over the din. “Thought he was going to crash and burn for sure!”

“Honestly, I was ready to collect my losses,” Kyoka added, leaning back against her chair, her purple hair cascading over her shoulders. “But Sero has a knack for surprising everyone.”

“Never underestimate the man with a plan,” Kirishima chimed in, raising his bottle in salute to Sero, who was soaking in the attention with a smug grin. “Cheers to our winning streak!”

Mina poured another round of drinks, her laughter infectious as she teased Sero about how much he had bet on the race. “I can’t believe you actually put down that much money! What were you thinking?”

“Thinking I’d make bank, obviously!” Sero shot back, raising his bottle. “And look at me now! I’m basically a millionaire!”

Everyone burst out into laughter, but the one that caught your ears was definitely Emiko’s. It was soft and melodical.

As the conversation flowed, you felt a pang of jealousy in your chest as Emiko leaned closer to your Katsuki, her smile wide and tipsy. “So, Katsuki, do you ever get nervous before a race? You always look so confident.” Since when was she on a first name basis with him?

Her words were like gasoline to your spark of jealousy, creating a full blown fire. Emiko leaning closer to your Katsuki, all smiles and admiration—it grated on you. Since when had she gotten so comfortable with him? The way she casually dropped his first name, like they’d been friends for years, made your blood boil.

Katsuki, for his part, was being way too nonchalant about it. “Nah, just focus on the road. You either win or you don’t. Simple as that,” he shrugged, his response as laid-back as ever, but it didn’t seem to matter to Emiko.

She giggled—actually giggled—like he’d just said the most profound thing in the world. “Wow, that’s so cool! I wish I could be that calm,” she gushed, her admiration spilling over. “I get nervous just doing karaoke!”

The group laughed, but it only made the irritation rising in your chest grow stronger. Why was she trying so hard? And why was she being so obvious about it?

“Yeah, well, just gotta have the right mindset,” Katsuki said, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. The same smirk he gave you when he was showing off, when he wanted to impress you. Except now, he was giving it to her.

That was the last straw.

You pushed his hand away from where it rested on your waist, his eyes narrowing in confusion, but you didn’t care. "I’m going to the bathroom," you announced, your voice sharp enough to make everyone pause for a second. Without waiting for a response, you turned and made your way through the crowd, Jirou silently standing up to follow you.

The second you were in the bathroom, you let out a long, exasperated groan. “She’s getting on my nerves.”

Jirou, leaning against the counter with her arms crossed, eyed you through the reflection in the mirror. “You’re being too hard on her,” she said, finally breaking her silence. “She’s a sweet kid.”

You turned to her, your face scrunching in disbelief. “A sweet kid? You’re kidding, right?” You pulled out your mascara, trying to focus on touching up your makeup. “So I’m the only one who’s getting a bad rap from her?”

Before Jirou could respond, a knock echoed from the other side of the door.

“Uh, y/n? You in there?”

Turning around, you gave Jirou a pointed look as if to say, ‘are you serious right now?’, to which she shrugged and opened the door. “Yeah, we’re in here… Emiko.”

Emiko stepped in, blowing out a breath and fixing her bangs. “Oh good, I thought for a second you wouldn’t have left Katsuki alone.” She stood beside you, puckering her lips at the mirror and giving herself a once-over.

Who does this bitch thinks she is?

“Excuse me?” you turn to her in disbelief. There was no way she just said that.

Emiko smiled at you, a little too sweetly. “Hm?” she cocked a brow, that clearly wasn’t innocent. You scoffed inwardly, figuring out her intentions within a flash.

“What? Don’t tell me you actually think he’s interested in you. You should’ve seen the way he looks at me. It’s cute, really. Seeing that he gave me all his attention.” She rambles, not knowing how ridiculous she sounded.

Your hands clenched into fists and your mouth parted slightly, about to give her the cussing of the century for vexing you…

“Leave her be, y/n.” Jirou tugs on your hand, holding it behind your back. If there’s one thing she knew about you, it’s that you can hold your own in a fight. And as much as she would love to see you kick ass tonight, she knows that neither of you were in the right mindset.

You pinched the bridge of your nose and walked away.

The loud clang of the bathroom door was enough warning to Jirou that you wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep. So, she did what any bestie would do and took off right behind you.

You hastily grabbed your sweater and purse, checking inside to make sure your phone was still there.

Katsuki stood up after he made two attempts to attract your attention with no avail. He jogged over to you, holding your wrist gently. “Oi. ’s the matter?”

“Nothing, I’m fine. I’m heading home for tonight… I’m tired.” You mumbled the last part, but he still caught on. You tugged your wrist away from his warm hand, immediately regretting it but too prideful to hold it back.

“Kay, I’ll drop ya home.” He worries his bottom lip between his teeth, searching his pockets for the keys to his Bugatti Chiron. You hold your hand up, “It’s fine. Kyoka is called an uber. We’re walking up to the intersection to meet him there in,” you look at your watch “…five minutes.”

“’S late, lemme walk you at least.”  He persists, giving you that boyish grin that makes you weak in the knees. Against your better judgement, you nod, and he secretly does a fist pump.

Upon reaching the gates, you catch sight of Kyoka and Kaminari, hugging tightly. “Ready?” she asks, catching sight of you. “Whenever you are.” You smile as she entangles your hand with hers and leads the way to the intersection, the two guys trailing behind you.

Katsuki and Kaminari walk a few steps behind you and Kyoka, their presence providing an aura of protection and comfort as their eyes scan the street, making sure no creep comes too close. Kyoka has the bright idea to whip out her phone and snap a quick picture of the four of you walking together. She leans over to show you, her eyes gleaming in the dim light.

You chuckle. “Tag me when you post it on your Insta. Looks like we have scary dog privileges.”

“Hey, that’s a good caption!” she beams, typing away.

The Uber pulls up to the curb not long after, and Kyoka turns to Kaminari without hesitation. She grabs his hand and pulls him in for a kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair. It's soft, slow, and so effortless, and for a moment, the world seems to pause around them. Kaminari looks genuinely content, his arms wrapping around her waist as he reciprocates. They look like the perfect couple out of a fairytale, and that makes you happy for your bestfriend.

But… you feel a pang in your chest, glancing away as their moment stretches on. Katsuki watches them too, his eyes flicking to you after a second. He doesn't say anything, but you can see it—he’s waiting, hoping for you to do the same.

Instead of kissing him, you step forward and wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head against his chest. He tenses for a split second before pulling you closer, his hands coming to rest on your back, holding you tight. It's not what he was expecting, and you know it. "Good night, Katsuki," you whisper, the words barely loud enough for him to hear before you step back.

He looks down at you, confused, his brows furrowing slightly. You can tell he's not sure what just happened, but he doesn’t push it. “Message me when you get home,” he says, his voice low and gruff, though there’s a hint of something else there too. You nod, offering a small smile before turning away.

As Kyoka and you slide into the back seat of the Uber, you glance out the window one last time. Katsuki’s still standing there, hands shoved deep into his pockets, his eyes trained on you, even as the car slowly moves away.

Kyoka nudges you, with a smile. “You know you’re driving him nuts, right?”

You let out a soft sigh, leaning your head back against the seat. “Yeah… I know.”

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[valeskawhore]

Mama’s boy!

Series/tv: series! 1/?

Characters and paring(s): Homelander x fem!supe!Caretaker!

Word(s):1.0k!!

A/n: yall it’s finally here, please don’t shun me. I forgot I had this fucking series fr— like I am so series. And then I saw that the NEW SEASON OF THR BOYS IS COMING THE 13th!!!!! HELL YEAHHHHH!! this series will follow the original series. FIND THE IDEA HERE!

(C): I DO NOT OWN ‘THE BOYS’ AMAZON ORIGINAL SERIES/TV!!

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“So.. I’d- what? Be a mother to this little sonuvabitch?” I mocked, leaning back in my chair a little. My coffee cup rested between my cold fingertips on this cold autumn day. The steam filling my nostrils, comforting but didnt make up for the fucked situation i was put in.

We had decided on a meeting in a public place per my request and somehow it had gotten approved. This was surprising yet relieving if you knew anything about Vought International.

“Yes, you’d be a caretaker technically; And whatever else that comes with the job but I suppose a ‘mother’ as you put it, would be a more professional and accurate term in this situation.” He replied. “We just want to ensure our prodigies' safety and having him grow in a lab isn't the most beneficial considering he’s already ripped four or more of his female caregivers in half.” Sipping his coffee nonchalantly.

Stan Edgar.

Always a pain in the ass and who also just happened to be the CEO of said, ‘Vought international’.

Though I always knew him as just Stan and dare I even say he was an old friend of mine from Vought’s ‘Payback’ days when I worked as the second in command to Grace Mallory as we had to partake in being the case managers for the CIA.

Babysitting drugged up supes was never in the job description but as grace always told me; one joy of being a part of the CIA was learning on the job and learning we did.

That is where I first met Stan and if it wasn't for him I would have torn the head of the one and only ‘Soldier boy’ for eyeing my up and down as if I was a piece of cake for him to cut a piece of.

I coughed on some of the coffee I held in my mouth with wide eyes. I swallowed and wiped my mouth, “Pardon? Ripped? In half?” Stan nodded, his face even with even a hint of amusement.

“Are you fucking crazy? And i'm supposed to babysit this little shi-”

Stand cut me off, sensing my panic as he reached his hand on and stopped my bickering as if I was overreacting completely. “Oh please, fret not my friend. We have a plan for that.”

I cocked my eyebrow, “What kind of.. Plan?” I asked.

“I'm so glad you asked,” he smiled, taking a sip of his mocha. “Of course, there will be extra cautionary procedures considering we want you to be long term. And a whole new contract to bridge off our original but sadly, it is required if you’d like to live long enough to receive your check.”

I stayed quiet and listened intently, my fingers suddenly no linger felt frozen.

I felt warm, sick almost as a million feelings and thoughts stirred within me with all the possible circumstances.

“We plan to put you through a series of tests, experiment without the experiment part because we know what we're going yet it will still be the first.” His eyes felt cold on me, like he was brewing up something despicable.

“You’re going to be one strong supernanny– isn't that exciting?” And now I know why.

My body drew back subconsciously even. I stared at him through wilted eyelashes at his proposal. I sat my coffee down, the condensation made my palms sweaty in the autumn chill. Looking anywhere and everywhere but him.

Stan sensed my hesitance, eyes going down to my coffee and then to the show of my wiping my palms on my pants. Nervousness creeping up into my mind, he spoke.

“You don't have to do this,” he began, this time his hands reached out and enclosed mine in his warm ones. His brown eyes searching in mine, “But listen to me as i say this..” my face looked up and found his again at his sudden tone of.. Warmness?

“I would never put you in a situation where I could predict long term harm to you.” i didn't say anything at first once his words set in, i laughed at that, finding my voice finally. “Ah, but short term harm you can predict.” I noted and went to pull my hands away but his grip tightened.

“Well I never said it was going to feel like laying on a bearskin rug, Compound V will tear you apart limb from limb and then rebuild your blood cells all over again. You will become indestructible in every way possible. You will be made. To. be. Able. to. Do. this. Job, i will promise you that above everything”

“Ah, so like Bella from Twilight when she first became a vampire.” I laughed. Stan looked at me with a puzzled expression, “Pardon?”

“Nothing old timer. I wouldn't expect you to know anything of the sort.” I gave his knee a gentle slap. To my relife he dropped it and gave me a nervous laugh, “But, anyways.” He stood and pulled out his wallet to pay for our meals.

“You have by the end of the week, Just call the front desk and let them know your decision. They’ll be expecting to hear from you.” and before i could respond,

He was gone like that.

The carpark returned his vehicle and opened the door for him, Stan was gone as quick as he appeared.

I turned back to my coffee and stared into the milky abyss watching as the cream met the coffee in a caffeinated tango.

I wish coffee was on my mind at the moment. To have something so simple to think about would have been a relief in this moment but I wasn't so fortunate.

I stood up.

And all over again, the cool autumn air made me feel colder than ever.

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A/n: WHAT ARE WE FEELING!? ooooOOooo what if Billy BUTCHER WAS INCLUDED—

[sunkissedbedard]

fortnight [ethan edwards x reader]

a/n: hey lovelies !!! AHH this is my first LONG fic and smut piece. please be nice, i am new to writing smut so cut your girl some slack !! i really enjoyed writing this & a big thank you to @homestylehughes for proofreading for me !!! i hope you enjoy and please remember to reblog creators works !! 🫶🏻

summary: i love you, it’s ruining my life

warnings: smut 18+: oral (m&f receiving), fingering, p in v protected sex

word count: 7.9k

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

it may be an understatement to some, but you loved the back to school season. with the transition into autumn as the environment's colour palette turned from vibrant greens, to warm browns and yellows, you found yourself content as the pumpkin spice and apple pie scents cascaded through the atmosphere.

walking across the campus as the dried leaves crunched underneath you, you mindlessly took in your surroundings, observing your fellow students and seeing the excitement fall upon their faces as new friendships blossomed, and friendships rekindled after spending the last few months back to where their stories were created.

your headphones were plugged in, allowing you to enter a trance of tranquillity, finding all your worries in the world disappear into an abyss. you were relieved, given your last semester, you were faced with an unkind welcoming that most people would question you for being so dismissive of.

ethan edwards, 5’11 defenseman for the university of michigan’s hockey team. enrolled in the same physiology class last term, the pair of you were assigned partners at the start of the semester for your final examination project, which entitled you to countless hours outside of class to be spent together. and maybe that wasn’t something you would complain about initially.

the close proximity your assignment brought upon you, may have been a blessing in disguise, but neither ethan or you were going to be the ones to admit it. the brunette had caught your eye when he entered the classroom shortly after it had begun, looking out of breath as if he had sprinted to the lecture hall. there was no denying you felt your stomach do a summersault when you found your name printed next to his, looking up and meeting his eyes as you followed from where his finger had pointed. and when you first began the foundational stages of the project, you couldn’t help but acknowledge the flutter you felt in your chest when he’d chuckle at something you said, or got caught gazing into your eyes a second too long for anyone to consider there was no chemistry.

as the project unfolded, and you began scheduling times within the week to work on the requirements, you noticed yourself more frequently checking the day and time of the week, anticipating the moment you would meet the brunette again. you mentally frowned upon yourself, he was just another one of your classmates, you questioned yourself, why was he so different than all the rest? 

maybe it was the way he’d wait for you after the class had a quiz or midterm if he finished before you, or would always save you a seat in the classroom, every single class, or even when he copied his notes from the days you missed class from being sick with strep throat.

you had to convince yourself he was just another one of those hockey players. they had that natural charisma, he was used to charming the ladies, society had just instilled that hockey players drew all the attention, and there was just something so intriguing about them.

you had come to realize the impact his hockey commitment had on his academic availability was a bit heavier than you had anticipated, so when he had missed a meetup one week without informing you, he received a lengthy message about punctuality and responsibility, which earned you your favourite drink and dessert as an apology.

you knew hockey players though, you had family immersed in the community and when you began your continuing education, you made a promise to yourself to steer clear of hockey players at all cost. however, that was inevitable, considering UMich had quite the popularity surrounding the NCAA hockey team. you’d hear about the team from your roommates and classmates, about the big win from the night before, or how a player made a stylish play, it’s as though it suffocated you, which led you to think that was the reason ethan left you so entranced by his presence. 

you didn’t want to like him, but your heart cried out to you when there was unexpected rain in the weather forecast, and you ended up arriving to the project meeting drenched by mother nature. ethan immediately rushed to you, asking about what had happened and if you were okay. he insisted that you take his navy blue hoodie that had a yellow “M” embroidered into the front, with his number 73 stitched into the arm. much to your dismay, he pushed past your protests, and forced you to change into the warm, dry piece of fabric, that you hated to admit smelt like the best cologne you could ever imagine. 

you went home that night thinking about all the encounters you had ensued with ethan, and a tiny seed had planted in your imagination, that maybe he was acting in a way that was more than a group-project partner, more than a friend who simply looked out for you. maybe he was different, there were so many questions that raced through your mind when he appeared in your head, that you considered letting your hockey player-driven guard down.

you assumed it was nothing, but when your roommate had caught you smiling at your phone like a mischievous child, and proceeded to interrogate you at who could possibly be taking away this much of your attention, maybe ethan seemed to be more than a group partner to you, and a liking had sprouted in your heart for the hockey player. 

every so often when you would catch his eye in class when the professor was in the depth of the lecture, you would smile to yourself as if one look meant a million more words. ethan was so genuine, in class and out, there was no way he couldn’t be sincere. and when he sent you a message thanking you endlessly for surprising him at his hockey game, the three red hearts that trailed along at the end of the grey text bubble made your heart pound in your chest, wanting to burst.

ethan

y/n!! there’s no way i saw you up in the stands today.. i thought you hated everything hockey?? what changed?

y/n

i was forced against my will. 😐

y/n

i’m kidding, my roommate dragged me out of the dorm and said i needed to experience one of the games, and i guess since i knew someone on the team it made it a bit more exciting to go to

ethan

oh, so when your roommate asks you it’s an immediate yes? 

ethan 

i’ve been asking you for months to come to one of the games!!!

y/n

allie is much more convincing than you are.. 🤷

ethan

seriously tho, it made my night to see you there. and you even got to see me score!!

y/n

it was pretty cool how you did that one move, and i saw you look up after so i knew i had some sort of part in your celebration after 

ethan

hey well what do you say you come to the next game next thursday? i can bring one of my jerseys to our meetup on wednesday for you to wear to the game

ethan

but again, thank you so much for coming to the game y/n. it made my night seeing you there ❤️❤️❤️

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

your semester had come to an end, and ethan and you aced the project, receiving one of the highest grades in the entire class. as a ritual, your fellow students gathered for the end-of-semester party that was held at the hockey team’s shared housing unit. it was only the middle of november when your classes had ended, so you found yourself picking out a black dress that you knew accentuated your body in all the right ways, and would definitely catch the attention of some. 

your friends and you entered the house that held the hockey team, being welcomed to the loud, vibrating sound of music playing all over the inside, the smell of sweat from nerves and dancing, and suddenly becoming aware of how sticky your shoes felt against the hardwood floor as you stepped farther in. 

your roommate allie had found herself reconnecting with another one of her friends from her classes, while your other friend, taylor had already ventured to find the nearest source of alcohol. you scanned the layout before you, seeing the stairs on the left that would lead to the frat houses’ bedrooms, and to your right was the living room where the furniture was pushed to the perimeter of the room to make a makeshift dance floor, while also giving seating for couples and drunk college students to make out, seeing a couple heavily entranced by each other’s mouths while the girl straddled the guy’s lap, you let out a breath, having this be a reminder of why you hated highschool and college parties. 

there was really nothing entertaining about walking in to an occupied bathroom unbeknownst to you because the random strangers were too concerned with where each other’s hands and lips were, or how you had to hyperfixate on the drink in your hand, not knowing who or what could be around you. 

you walked down the hallway, sliding between bodies, mumbling an “excuse me” and placing a soft hand on the backs or shoulders of the students you were passing by. you had turned the corner to which revealed the kitchen you had been searching for to mix yourself a drink, but rather than excitement unfolding, you were hit with a wind so cold and frigid, you almost stumbled back on your feet. 

right before you was the infamous brunette, ethan edwards, leaning forward towards a short unknown figure, having each of his arms on either side of her body, almost trapping her into his embrace. 

you didn’t know why it felt like there was no air to breath anymore, why it felt like your throat was closing up, or why it felt like you were choking on your own throat. you didn’t know why you felt your hands numb or why your stomach dropped rather than somersaulting. you blinked, trying to clear your vision at the sight before you, and you shook your head at yourself, not only because you couldn’t comprehend the sight before you, but also because you knew it didn’t matter that ethan was consumed by the unknown girl. you weren’t talking in that type of way, you weren’t pursuing him, and you most certainly didn’t like him, so why did it matter?

you knew you were in over your head and you felt heat fill in your cheeks in embarrassment at yourself for thinking any of the things ethan had done or said to you were sincere, or that he actually meant any of it. 

to him, you were just another girl that was at his feet giving him attention, another stack on his shoulder to feed his ego, another notch on his belt. you knew it was too good to be true. how could he be any different than all the other hockey players, you just hadn’t seen it coming, being blinded by the thought that maybe this one would prove you wrong. 

you were ashamed, feeling the ache of your heart, heat rushing through your body and the euphoric feeling spreading to the tips of your fingers as it felt like you dissociated from your own self, watching from a bird’s eye view at what unfolded before you. 

you swallow the lump in your throat and blink heavily to avoid any tears spilling from your eyes as you turned to your left to walk around the far side of the kitchen counter. you had found taylor, drink in hand, who was mingling with a girl she had met a few weeks into the semester. you wiped a bright, cheerful expression on your face approaching your blonde friend, who smiled brightly as she opened an arm to you and pulled you into her side.

“y/n! this is chloe, we were just talking about how allie and i had finally convinced you to go to that one hockey game back two weeks ago, she was there, literally right near us and i totally missed her!” taylor exclaimed as she smiled back towards chloe who was leaning against the white kitchen cabinets. you gave her a polite, small smile which she returned, but it was hard to focus with the loud, indistinct voices that echoed throughout the house, and the evident tension in the room as you heard the giggles from the unknown girl below ethan, fighting the urge to look over at the pair.

as they immersed themselves back into their previous conversation, you stood beside the two girls before excusing yourself to prepare a drink. if you were going to have to manage seeing ethan and another random girl mesmerised by his charm, you would need to have some alcohol in your system to make it more tolerable. 

you grabbed a red solo cup from the edge of the island that stood in the middle of the kitchen, and reached for the bottle of spiced rum, adding the liquor into your cup a bit over what a normal amount would be for a cocktail. you shrugged to yourself, as you eyed the amount of alcohol entering your cup, before you set the glass down and begin to walk towards the fridge quickly stopping in your tracks when you were reminded by the sight of the obstacle you would have to avoid in order to make your drink less of a concern to if you were going to down it immediately. 

the unknown brunette was now sitting on the counter with her legs widened enough for ethan to stand between them, his hand clearly on her waist, gripping her sides which you knew would cause a flutter in the girl’s stomach. 

you hesitantly inhale, wanting to make your manoeuver as nonchalant as possible, it would only be easier to forget about ethan being a close distance from you if you didn’t bring attention to yourself, so you emerge towards the fridge, keeping your eyes locked at the metal appliance, and reach to open the right door when a voice stops you in your tracks.

”y/n?” of fucking course. just like everything else with ethan and the timing of how things play out, of course he had to notice you while the unknown girl had her arms draped around his neck. “no way you’re here! what are you doing here?” as he questioned you, you watched with a blank stare as he turned to have his body facing you, and in doing so, let the girl’s arms fall from his shoulders. his eyebrows were raised in surprise and his mouth was held open in excitement, but his response is what shocked you the most, given he seemed to be pretty occupied before. he raised his arms out as if he were to go in for a hug before you shut down his opportunity to brush over what his actions unknowingly did to you. 

“well what would a student who just finished her exams be doing at a frat party?” you asked dryly. ethan’s head jolted back quickly in confusion at your rhetorical question, surprised by your shift in demeanour. 

“i, uh- well, y’know, i’m just surprised to see you, i didn’t know this was your type of scene,” ethan trailed off, stumbling over his words. you hummed in response, giving him a tight-lipped smile with a small squint of your eyes before reaching into the fridge to grab a can of coke to add to your drink that was waiting for you. 

you hummed with a tight lipped smile written on your face, “i’ll see you around ethan,” turning your body away from him and leaving him in a trance. 

closing the fridge door and pivoting on your feet to walk back in the direction of where your drink was, you made sure to keep your eyes in a forward stare, knowing any slight aversion of your eyes would cause the tears that had been pooling to spill. you begin to fill your red cup with the soda, keeping your head down as you felt your emotions rush over you. the sight of ethan close to another girl only caused your stomach to tighten in a knot, resulting in you taking a long swig of your drink, tasting the kick of the extra alcohol fall down your throat. 

this was going to be a long night.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

a few hours had passed and the drinks had become significantly more easy to finish in a short amount of time, and you had found yourself conversing with a few students you had recognized from your classes from the previous semester, laughing drunkenly over jokes being made and other remarks, and as you gossiped over your professors, each time your drink had emptied, another was placed in your hand without you having to leave where you were seated. needless to say, when you quietly excused yourself to the washroom, having broken your seal about 30 minutes prior, you felt the buzz erupt through your body as you walked to find the nearest bathroom. 

your head was spinning lightly, so you balanced a hand on the wall as you tried entering the main floor’s bathroom, only to be blocked by the noises you would only assume would be coming from a frat house’s bathroom, so. eager to release the pressure that was filling your bladder, you wandered back towards the stairs that led to the second floor that displayed all of the bedrooms. following what you hoped to be the right path to the bathroom upstairs, you find yourself leaned up against the wall opposite of the closed door, waiting for vacancy. 

taking in your surroundings while you waited, you squinted your eyes to suppress the drunken state you were in and noticed the majority of the doors to the bedrooms were opened, with one at the end on the left being closed. as your gaze lingered down the hallway, you heard the lock of the bathroom unlatch, to which you pushed yourself off of the wall you were leaned against.

and as if your night couldn’t have gotten worse, you stood opposite to the tall, muscular figure, who you wanted no more than to slap across the face for the way he made you feel, whether it was unbeknownst to him or not. 

you rolled your eyes as you watched his expression lighten over his face at the sight of you, and you crossed your arms over your chest, waiting impatiently to enter the room you came for initially.

“y/n! there you are! you disappeared after i saw you in the kitchen- you alright? you seemed kind of off when i talked to you,” ethan spoke in excitement, clearly the alcohol was buzzing through his system as it was yours, causing his bubbly, and overly chipper demeanour. 

you scoffed at his oblivious remark over your previous encounter, trying to dodge a conversation with him and attempting to sneak past his figure, only to be blocked by his reflex to stop your movement, which caused you to lightly bump into his frame. you couldn’t look him in the eye as he spoke to you, knowing that if you did, you would cave and you would forget the sight of seeing him with another girl, and melt at the knees when you held eye contact with him. it happened every time you were with him. it was as if everything around you disappeared into an abyss when you looked in his brown eyes, nothing else being as important as the way he looked at you. and you hated the way that it was an act as simple as eye contact that made your heart warm, your cheeks fill with heat and butterflies to erupt in your stomach. 

ethan reached an arm up to grab onto the side of your arm, causing you to stop your attempt to pass by him, and making you avert your gaze up to where he towered over you, looking down with his infamous soft eyes. you could smell his cologne that you hated because of how much you loved it, and you bit the inside of your lip, stopping yourself from making any impulsive, drunken decisions that you knew you would regret when the alcohol had worn off. 

“nothing’s wrong,” you said blankly, peaking around his body towards the empty bathroom that was calling your name. “come on, let me go, i need to pee.” you urged, shrugging your shoulders in defeat with a slight pout forming on your face. ethan had only grinned to himself without any other words being spoken and he pushed you behind him towards the bathroom as he stepped to the side, and you quickly stepped in, shutting the door behind you. 

you used the washroom as you needed, but before exiting, you peered at your reflection in the vanity mirror, taking a deep breath to compose yourself as the alcohol slowly took over more of your system, making everything feel a slight bit more distorted than normal. you closed your eyes as you reached for the door handle, knowing there was a fifty-fifty chance that ethan would still be waiting on the other side, and much to your dismay, the odds weren’t in your favour as the one and only brunette hockey player was leaned up against the wall you once were standing against, locked into his phone screen as you watched him scroll mindlessly. 

you sneaked past the bathroom door, veering to the side of the wall as you tried to escape another confrontation from ethan, but his awareness overruled as his arm reached out to stop you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back towards him. his pull had been slightly stronger than it needed, so you stumbled over your feet towards him, steadying yourself by grabbing onto his biceps with both of your hands and looking up at him with an unimpressed look as you gathered yourself. maybe the extra liquor added to your drinks wasn’t the best idea after all. 

“so can we talk? or are you gonna keep acting like you’re a criminal trying to escape the police,” ethan lightly chuckled, again looking down at you with the smile that you had grown to adore too much. 

“i’m not avoiding you, ethan,” you argued.

ethan hummed, “i’m pretty sure you are,” he said quieter as he took a step closer to you, “just because the semester’s over, doesn’t mean we have to be.” he said, and you almost choked on your breath. your mouth had slightly opened in shock, taken aback by the words that had just fallen from his tongue.

“w-what do you mean we don’t have to be over?” you awkwardly chuckled, stumbling over your words. maybe it was the alcohol that was clouding your judgement, but you truly did not understand ethan’s intentions.

“all i’m saying is that just because the class we had is over, doesn’t mean we have to stop being friends.” he said with a shrug of his shoulders and once again, the cold air of realization hit you like a brick wall, as you processed his words. you knew you didn’t hear him correctly, you knew there was a misunderstanding, and you knew you were in over your head, yet again. you mentally frowned upon yourself at how stupid you felt in the situation, knowing you probably looked like a fool standing opposite to ethan. 

“right, yeah.” you trailed, looking down towards your feet as you tried to compose yourself, knowing if you dwelled on the current situation, tears would begin to form. “look- i gotta go find my friends, we’re probably gonna head out soon anyway, i- uh, it was nice seeing you i guess. we can keep in touch too, but i know our schedules are both pretty busy.” you said looking back up at the brunette, you gave him a soft, sad smile as you tried to make it seem like your mind wasn’t racing and the utter sadness at the situation wasn’t beginning to fill your body. you turned to head back down the stairs to where the party was still going, but yet again, ethan stopped you in your tracks.

“y/n,” he repeated more sternly, and you hated how your heart ached in your chest, how you wanted nothing more than to scream at him that you were falling for him, but in doing so you hated how it made you feel, you hated how you wanted to kiss him like the world was ending and there was no tomorrow, but if you did, he’d probably turn away. all because of the stupid project that had to be such a large portion of your grade, you had slowly fallen for the boy who occupied every wednesday of your semester. “follow me,” was all ethan said as he took your hand in his, and you felt the texture of his skin beneath your own, how his hands were somewhat dry, but not overly coarse, and how they were warm and encapsulated your own. 

you let ethan guide you down the hallway, as you trailed behind his large figure like you were a lost puppy. he turned the corner into one of the opened bedroom doors, and your eyes widened in shock at what you assumed entering his room meant. you had been in his room before, one of the times you had planned to work on the project and the library had been closed due to maintenance, ethan offered to have the meetup be held at his place. that was the reason you had been familiar with the layout of the house when arriving at the current party.

panic settled in as you watch him reach behind you to close the door, and your eyes followed as he walked towards his desk, silently reaching into the third drawer on the desk and pulling out what looked to be a picture. your brows pulled together in confusion as he turned back to where you stood, close to the door with your hands fiddling with each other as you anticipated what he had to show. 

he reached out to pass you the print, and you met his eyes again for reassurance that it was okay to take it from him, to which he nodded in encouragement. you took it in your hands, and looked down only to see that it had been a picture of you in his team hoodie, the day that you had been rained on, with your hair wet, makeup slightly smudged. you stood opposite of him, with the hoodie engulfing your frame making you look much smaller compared to ethan’s larger frame. you smiled at the picture, but were only even further confused as to why he had it, so as you hand it back to ethan, you look up in confusion, only to see a small blush forming on his cheeks. 

“i know it’s kinda creepy to just have this picture of you, but you looked so cute in my hoodie and that day we had together, was probably one of the best days i’ve had all year, maybe even the best day since i first got here.” ethan shyly explained, making your gaze soften as you watched him explain. 

“yeah, i remember that day, it was one of my favourites.” you responded softly, smiling to yourself as you reminisced. but before you grew too distracted by his romantic act, you came quickly to remember how you felt when you first arrived, conflicting your feelings as you stood in ethan’s room. there was a silence that was held between you two, and you didn’t know what to say, and you knew it would probably be best if you didn’t open your mouth to speak, knowing you would most likely regret what words formed. ethan placed the picture back on his desk, before placing himself on the edge of his bed, clasping his hands together, and you stayed put where you were standing, watching him before you.

“come,” ethan gestured to the mattress beneath him, patting the spot next to him for you to sit. 

“i don’t think that’s a good idea.” you responded quickly, allowing your blunt and cold facade to take over yet again. “really, i should probably go find my friends, they're gonna think i got kidnapped or something.” you awkwardly laughed. taking a step backwards closer to the door as you tried to escape, 

“oh, come on,” ethan whined, throwing his head back in protest. “don’t make me come over there and make you sit on my bed.” he warned. you rolled your eyes yet again in annoyance at how easily convincing he was, and you took the few steps forward to reach his bed, and ethan scooted himself over to the side to give you more room. 

“what’s up?” ethan asked quietly, the close proximity between the two of you becoming more evident as you were now sitting shoulder to shoulder in his bedroom. it intensified every thought and feeling you had run through your body. you noticed his eyes were hooded from the alcohol, his hair looked freshly washed and you could see his silver chain slightly peeking out from the collar of his crewneck hoodie. you took in his appearance slowly, before meeting his gaze that had already landed on you, looking into your eyes with a soft, alluring gaze. 

“i said nothing’s wrong, ethan.” you exclaimed, letting out a breath as you grew more annoyed with his persistence. you didn’t want to let your guard down, you couldn’t. not while you were in his room, drunk, at a party. 

“that’s bullshit, come on, you’ve been off since i first saw you.” ethan countered, and you then felt the weight of his hand being placed on the middle of your thigh, immediately making your breath shift into slower, more heated breaths. you looked down at the hand on your exposed leg, becoming aware that the fabric of your black dress had slowly rode up your thighs. you then met his gaze, again, as he was still maintaining eye contact with you. 

“ethan,” you pushed, not wanting to continue the conversation any longer than it had already been happening, you sighed and began to stand up to leave, but you were prevented from doing so as his hand pushed against your thigh to keep you placed on his bed.

“y/n,” was all he responded. 

your eyes darted to the side, contemplating whether or not you would cave, before letting go another breath, “okay, look-” you began before you stopped yourself, wanting to find the correct words to describe your feelings. if you had finally decided to have the conversation you had envisioned every night before going to bed, you wanted it to be relatively similar to the way you had planned it to be. although, you didn’t expect it to be happening at the actual moment it now was. 

“fuck,” you mumbled under your breath, looking down into your lap, but was quickly guided to continue looking into ethan’s eyes by his hand that had slipped under your chin and tilted your head up. “i’m confused.” you blurted, no other words coming to mind as you looked at ethan with an expression of confusion and distraught written over your face.

ethan paused before responding, “why?”

“because of this!” you gestured between your bodies that were inches away from each other. “i come to this party against my will, because we both know i hate this type of scene, and low and behold, i come to find you invested in some random girl i’ve never seen before, with her hands all over you, and i can only assume what words were being exchanged.” you said in a single breath, your chest heaving as you explained your dilemma to the brunette in front of you. 

ethan went to his open his mouth to justify his actions, but you beat him to it, “no, you don’t get to say anything,” you pointed with your index finger, “and then when all i need to do is pee, god forbid i run into you and you end up showing me a picture you’ve been hiding in your drawer and you look at me in a way that makes me feel so weird!” you rushed, your brows furrowing in your own confusion as you spoke.

“y/n, i’m lost, what are you trying to say?” ethan said softly, looking at you with his own brows stitched together in confusion.

this was it, this was the moment you’d confess your secret to the man who had occupied your brain 24/7. the one you thought of immediately when you did well on an assignment, and the one you would stand in the freezing arena every game to watch him play. the one you pictured yourself with when your friends and you gushed over the desire for a relationship. the one you searched for in a crowd of people at a school event, and the one you wanted nothing more than to be with. 

“i love you, okay?” you bursted, slightly raising your voice with your face strained, “and it’s ruining my life.” you said as you ran a hand over your face to wipe away the hair that had obstructed your view, “and it killed me to find you here with another girl, and having to imagine myself going onto the next semester and not having you in my life.”

your chest continued to heave up and down, out of breath as you admitted to your internal conflict, and you searched in ethan’s eyes for a response. he was silent for a moment, his eyes darting from side to side as he collected his thoughts. you inched forward on the bed as a way to encourage him to say anything, but the longer the silence settled, the more you began to regret your sudden confession. as you went to place your head in your hands with your elbows resting on your knees, ethan’s mouth opened. 

“are you drunk?” was all he asked, but given the amount of time you had spent in ethan’s room, and your body trying to compose yourself, you hadn’t felt the effects as strongly as before. 

you shook your head, “if i am, drunk words are sober thoughts.” you chuckled to yourself. 

“in that case, are drunk actions, sober thoughts?” he asked quieter, and you tilted your head in confusion, not being given a moment to process his words before you felt his hand reach for your jaw and lightly pull you in to meet his lips. 

your mouths connected, and you inhaled sharply at the contact, melting into his touch as you adjusted yourself to face more towards his figure, you reached your arm to rest on his shoulder. ethan held your cheek in his hand, with his fingers reaching the nape of your neck to pull you in closer, and your body went weak, quickly to be supported by ethan’s free arm reaching around your back. 

he pulled away, lips swollen from the contact, and his chest rising and falling rapidly. you looked up at his with doe eyes, wetting your lips without saying any words being said, and he reached back down to connect your lips again, his arm around your back sliding to your side to take hold on your waist. he pulled your body closer to him as a wordless action to adjust your position, and with your eyes closed and lips still mangled, ethan pulled you farther on the bed, and leaned your figure back to where he now hovered over your body with your back against the mattress. 

he detached his lips again, breathing heavily with his chain dangling over your face, you stared up at the sight before you, “should we really be doing this?” you questioned softly, gripping his forearm with your hand. 

ethan sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, “i’ve been wanting this for a while, and trust me this is not how i envisioned this happening, but i can’t hold out any longer,” he confessed, and before you can say anything in response, he delved back in, placing a kiss on your jaw near your ear, the sound of his wet mouth suctioning your skin made your entire body erupt in euphoria, and caused you to squirm underneath him. he trailed his wet, sensual kisses along your jawline as your hand found itself intertwined with his soft, brunette hair. he continued kissing down your jaw onto your neck, sucking slightly on your skin, as his arm held the weight of his body over yours. he looked up at you, with pleading eyes to adjust the strap of your dress, and without words you allowed him to move the fabric to the side, but in your own confidence, you sat up and lowered the dress to your waist, exposing your black lace bra you had worn underneath. 

ethan took in the view, sighing in delight at your figure before him, and he leaned back down to continue his mission to cover every inch of your skin with wet, slow kisses. your hands found themselves interlocking behind ethan’s neck as he kissed your collarbone, and he looked up to your face with his eyes only, silently asking for permission to remove the piece of clothing that restrained your breasts. you nodded and lifted your back to allow for his hand to reach beneath you and unclasp the lingerie, freeing it from your body as he pulled it off of you. immediately his hands fell to your chest, cupping his large hands over your front and kneading your breasts as if they were dough. 

your head fell back in pleasure at the contact of his mouth to your nipple, as he curled his tongue around the sensitive end. your hand tugged at his hair, arching your back in desperation for more. 

ethan looked up at you yet again, and you reached forward, guiding ethan to stand on his knees, grabbing the end of his crewneck hoodie and pulling the fabric upward over his head, revealing his toned, broad figure. you mentally gawked at the sight and looked up at him as he towered over you, with your face being perfectly aligned with his waist. 

you held eye contact with him as you reached for the waistband of his pants, noticing the growing bulge that began to protrude against his pants. you slipped a finger into the space between his body and the pants, gliding it along his v-line before tugging at his bottoms to expose his lower half. he had quickly stood up off of his bed to remove his pants, and while doing so, you shimmied out of your black dress, letting the clothing fall to the floor beside his bed, leaving you in nothing but the matching underwear to your top. ethan then climbed back on the bed, on his knees like prior, and you took in the sight of his bulge beneath his underwear, constraining the fabric and tauntingly wanting to be freed.

you looked up at ethan who watched your every move intensely, and then averted your gaze to the sight before you. you slowly grabbed the waistband of his boxers on each hip and pulled the fabric down, releasing his cock to be free as it sprung up, throbbing in anticipation to find a release.

your mouth practically salivated at the sight, and you instantly reached a hand to wrap around the base of his cock, feeling the warmth beneath your hand. stroking your hand twice up and down the length of ethan, you heard him groan above you, as he reached a hand to steady himself on your shoulder. 

you adjust yourself beneath him, looking up to reach his eyes with your own and his bottom lip was tucked under his top row of teeth as he watched you take his cock in your mouth. you slowly wet his length and pushed your mouth farther down and closer to his stomach, until your eyes began to water, feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. 

you pulled back slightly and quickened your pace as you began to bob your head along his length, ethan throwing his head back and gripping the back of your head softly in response. he held you there as he attempted to hold himself together, fighting the urge to release at that moment.

“fuck, y/n,” he breathed, holding your head closer to the rest of his body for a moment hearing the noises of your mouth taking every inch of his cock, as you slightly gagged on his member. you release him from your mouth with a small ‘pop’, and grin at ethan’s flushed face. he began to compose himself before he pushed you backwards until your head met the pillows of his bed and his face was inches away from your stomach. he maintained eye contact, which in response evoke an incline of your breath, chest heaving up and down as you grew impatient for ethan to make some sort of move to aid your frustration. 

ethan looked at you with concerned eyes, in a way to silently ask you if he was allowed to continue and you eagerly nodded your head, your hips buckling upwards anticipating any sort of stimulation. 

ethan flip the waistband of your underwear under his finger and dragged it over your hips and swiftly pulled the fabric off of your legs, tossing the piece to the side and focusing his attention back at the sight before him. his hands immediately found the inner space of your thighs, lightly rubbing the soft skin with his calloused hands, his tongue running over his bottom lip in hunger and desperation to delve into the lust. 

“god, you’re perfect, y/n,” ethan mumbled, but before any other words were exchanged, he pushed your legs softly to the side, exposing your core and his head leaned into your body, immersing himself in you and suffocating himself with the taste of you. you moaned at the contact, your hips caving at the contact. ethan continued to stimulate your clit, his tongue lapping over the skin between your legs. your hand found his hair, tugging the brown locks in pleasure, and biting your lip to restrain yourself from making too loud of noise. 

ethan moaned against your body, sending vibrations through your body, almost sending you over the edge, earning a whimper to escape from your mouth. 

“oh my god, ethan,” you whined through gritted teeth as ethan held your legs down to the side with his arms and your hips bucking at the pleasure. he pulled away, the missing feeling making you crave more to put you over the edge, your legs bent up to the rest of your body as you watched ethan hold eye contact with you, reaching to his side table drawer and pulling out a condom. 

you watched before you as he slipped it on, his body coming to hover on top of yours and aligning his cock with your entrance. your hands found themselves gripping onto his shoulder, and you bit your lip as ethan began to lower himself into you, the pressure causing your eyes to flutter shut. ethan went slow, no words being exchanged other than the wordless eye contact that was held between ethan and you, and when he bottomed you out, your mouth fell agape, causing ethan’s own mouth to fall open in pleasure. 

his movements began slow, thrusting in and out, watching as your body responded in sync to his moments, and as it became more comfortable, ethan earning a nod from you to quicken his pace, your mouth hung open, small whimpers escaping as each thrust was complete. 

ethan’s one hand remained by your head, lowering himself onto his elbow to inch closer to your face, while his other hand was placed on your hip, tightly gripping your skin as he continued to thrust harder and deeper into you. 

“fuck, ethan, yes,” you moaned as he hit the right spot to cause an eruption of pleasure through your entire body, you felt the knot in your stomach begin to tighten when his hand on your hip reached between your legs to rub circles on you clit, and your moans sounded in sync with his thrusts, the sounds of two bodies erupting in pleasure filling the room.

“god, you’re so tight, y/n,” ethan moaned in response, his eyes squinting shut in concentration as he held himself together, your hands pulled at his neck, bringing his face to yours and your lips meet his, tightly interlocked as his thrusts still moved your body beneath him. 

you could tell ethan was reaching his own climax, his determined thrusts becoming more and more sloppy, and his breath shaking against your lips. his fingers kept rubbing on circles on your clit, determined to bring you to orgasm, and when you adjusted your hips slightly, allowing for ethan to hit a deeper, more pleasurable spot in your body, the noises that came out of your mouth in response caused ethan to release into the condom, his own moans filling your mouth as his thrusts came to a halt and you felt the pressure hit your walls as he filled the condom with his cum. determined to bring you to your own climax, ethan’s fingers still worked their efforts on your clit, bringing his free hand to your mouth, trailing over your bottom lip, awaiting entrance. 

his middle finger slipped into your mouth, and instinctively you sucked on the member, watching ethan look at you in amusement. when his finger was lubricated to his liking, he reached to your sex, running his finger along your folds to collect the wetness before pushing his finger in, immediately curling his finger towards him. 

with both hands in action to put you over the edge, you raised your arms above your head in pleasure, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten even closer to being released. 

“yes, ethan, just like that,” you moaned when ethan fastened his pace.

he hummed in response, “yeah? is that what you want, babe? you want to cum for me?” ethan asked softly, holding eye contact as his fingers worked magic against you. your eyes closed in pleasure, your head slightly tilting back, and when ethan slipped a second finger into your sex, and pulled his fingers in and out while maintaining curling inside, a loud moan escaped your mouth as you felt the knot come undone in your stomach, your legs shaking lightly as you rode out your orgasm. 

your breath uneven, a grin erupted on both of yours and ethan’s faces, as he reached for his boxers and your matching set of undergarments, helping you put on the pieces of fabric, and quickly slipping under his covers. you follow suit, and find yourself curling up against his figure, your head resting on his chest, listening to his heightened heart rate. 

ethan pressed his lips against the top of your head, “you really meant all those words from before?” he questioned, earning a giddy smile from you as you looked up to meet his gaze.

“and a thousand more.”

[kitscutie]

amicable (drew starkey x reader)

𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗐 ꜱ𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀ꜱ: 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗅𝖾 ꜱ𝗎𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗐𝗍

ꜱ𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗋 '𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋' 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺ꜱ𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖮𝖡𝖷 ᖯ𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 Ⅾ𝗋𝖾𝗐.

𝖺/𝗇: 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 ꜱ𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂'𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 ꜱ𝗈 𝖨 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒. 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 ꜱ𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗍𝗆 :𝗉

Everybody in the cast was extremely excited for this interview as is included everyone together which very rarely happened sadly.

Drew was dressed in a lavender suit which made your heart swoon, he was so handsome and somehow suited any colour his stylists shoved him in, nevertheless he looked especially good today.

"You feeling okay?" He asked as he took his seat next to you in the top row of seats above Austin, Carlacia, Madison and Chase. He knew the nerves you got before interviews, sadly you didn't have the best experiences with interviews. Constantly picking yourself apart during and after.

You never knew if you had spoken too much or too little. Too loudly or too quietly. However, since you started dating a member of the same cast as you it became a lot easier, his presence enough to pull you back in times of need.

"Yeah, it's nice to have everyone together." You smiled, grabbing his hand to help him up into the seat.

He smiled back and took a sip from his water bottle, before putting it down he offered some to you which you gladly accepted while listening to the crew around you prepare.

"Good, we're on in a couple minutes." He replied, screwing the lid back on the bottle and placing it at the legs of the stools you sat on.

You watched as Madelyn was taken to the chair at the front, separate from the rest, and realised the interview was most likely starting earlier than expected.

Hearing the camera men begin to count down Drew sent you a comforting smile as well as two pats to your thigh which was partially exposed between the slit of your dress.

"I'm Madelyn Cline and we are the cast of Outer Banks, and we are here to test how well we know each other." She finished with a relieved sigh after multiple failed attempts.

Everybody in the room laughed all while clapping, Drew even let out a few wolf whistles which made you laugh ten times harder, he was one of those people that you found hilarious no matter what he did, and finally the interview began.

By the end of Madelyn's round you had one point for knowing her second favourite astrological sign though this was the round that would pull you in the most points. Drew.

"Purple Nurple, in the hot seat." Chase said as Drew sat down which made you burst into laughter all over again while Drew sent you a dirty look, but the fact he wasn't truly mad was given away by his smirk.

"First question, what's my secret talent?" He asked, deadpan. "Bonus, where did I learn my talent."

Everybody in the room turned to look at you though you were squinting in thought. "I'm not sure you have loads." You said innocently, though it seemed to sound dirty as everyone else began to laugh while Rudy repeated 'woah' for a couple of minutes.

"I just mean he has a lot of weird talents to it could be any!" You defended, blushing face buried in your hands as Drew reached over to rub your knee gently, though even he was laughing.

"Guitar, piano, it's an instrument." Madison said, which was true, he did play a few instruments but it could of been any of them.

"Write it down, cause what's happening right now is were just giving you ideas." Carlacia said, always the voice of reason.

"I feel like I should know this." You said under your breath, feeling a tad bad for having no clue which one he would write.

"You do know it baby, I do it around the house." He said while writing.

Your heart rate spiked hearing his use of the pet name in an interview, knowing it would be mentioned in the comments, but seeing as no one else mentioned it you relaxed and continued on with the game.

"All right my secret talent, I do think someone said it, uh- Rudy, it's juggling." He revealed and you could've kicked yourself in the face. Of course it was.

"Who's my favourite Outer Banks character?" Was the next question and you smirked while the rest of the cast all said y/c/n in unison, before bursting into laughter.

"No, it's Barry." You answered after the giggles had died down.

He began to write again, a smile on his face. "It's those gold teeth, they really get you going."

"Let's stop playing around." Jonathan said to the camera, everybody shipped Rafe and Barry so it had become a sort of inside joke.

"If I could live anywhere in the world where would I live." He asked, making direct eye contact with you and signalled to zip your lips. You chuckled before zipping your own and throwing away the key. This was one you very obviously knew seeing as you currently lived together and so you didn't want to give it away so easily.

"I'm tempted to say bikini bottom, but..." Carlacia started.

"North Carolina." Jonathan and Madelyn said at the same time, before laughing. They had seen the card.

"Ashville, North Carolina. That's my favourite place on earth. The Outer Banks." He smiled to the camera and you couldn't help but think he was adorable. You too cherished that place dearly and so you had both spoken about moving there.

Moving back into his seat next to you, he gave you a high five, signalling you had done well.

Finally, at the end of the interview it was your turn and the cast hooted as you got into the talking seat. You smiled at their antics before beginning your questions.

"Who is my celebrity crush?" You asked, smiling and trying not to laugh as Drew looked incredibly cocky, though he knew the real answer.

"Drew Starkey." Rudy shouted, making everybody laugh though they quickly went back to thinking.

"C'mon Maddy we watched one of his movies the other day." You hinted, her face twisted in thought and then realisation.

"Oh my god, I can't remember his name!" She yelled, desperately while everyone else laughed at her downfall.

"Drew please just spoil it." Chase asked after no one could remember and Madelyn was on the verge of an aneurism.

"Dylan O'brien." He revealed, a cheeky but pleased smile on his face as he was very comfortable in your relationship and knew it was something you had spoken about on live before.

"Tut tut, I expected better." You joked. "Okay, what is my birthmark and where is it?" You revealed the next question.

"This is rigged!" Carlacia shouted as they were all relatively intimate questions which Drew would most likely know.

"Hey! It's not my fault I'm a good boyfriend." He faux-pouted.

"Don't listen to 'em Joseph, they are just ashamed they're crappy friends." You sighed jokingly, bowing your head and pretending to be sad.

"No! I actually know it. It's on the inside of your arm and it's a heart." Rudy proudly stated, though everyone knew not to ask as he had seen it when your character and JJ were filming a not so PG scene. Awkward.

"Correct! A real friend." You grinned, blowing a kiss to him which Drew pretended to reach out and grab before it reached him which once again, gave everyone the giggles.

The winner was announced as Madison as you and Drew jokingly sulked at the back.

"This is blasphemy!" Carlacia yelled and then the cameras cut, just missing Drew picking you up bridal style and running away in protest of the loss.

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P L A Y L I S T (cl16 x singer!reader series) vol.2 - miami

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 2𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦! 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 2 😭 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 2024 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧! 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 2023 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 (𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘥, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘵 &lt;3) 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨! 𝘮𝘪𝘮𝘪 ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ I will be starting the taglist again so pls either leave a comment or send an ask to be added! <3

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Miami

As she stepped through the doors of the airport, her ears rang with the roar of the fans who waited there, desperately hoping to catch a glimpse of her. Feeling a smile tug at the corner of her lips, she waved to them as she walked to her vehicle. Suddenly there was a shout as some fans broke free from behind the barricades, pouring out across the airport. Eyes flashing with panic, she turned to look at Nina and the other girls who were being swept in the opposite direction by the security team. “Y/N!” She desperately tried to grab Nina’s hand but she was already too far away, “Head for the car!” She nodded back and began to push through the crowd, with no idea of where her security team was, she grumbled under your breath. Spotting a side exit that seemed relatively clear, she made herself as small as possible and hurried towards the door, shooting her group chat a quick message to let them know that she was okay and had made it out of the airport. 

As she felt fresh air hit her face she exhaled a breath she didn’t even know she’d been holding. Fuck had that been scary. Gazing up and down for the car, she spotted a black car up ahead. Glancing down at the registration plate number on her phone she made a dash for the car, “Oh my god is that Y/N from Eclipse?!” Shit. She didn’t even look back as she heard more people gathering behind her. Breaking out into a light jog, she made it to the vehicle just as the people behind her started their chase. Throwing the door open and haphazardly tossing her bag onto the backseat she jumped into the car and slid down in the seat with a relieved sigh as the excited fans ran right past the car not even noticing she’d jumped in. Making sure to ping her location to Nina as soon as the door was closed.

An annoyed cough drew her attention back to the situation at hand. Removing her sunglasses she looked up at the driver, Well shit. “Y-you again?!” Green eyes glared back into hers as a familiar face sat in the driver’s seat. Her mouth gaped in shock as she realised it was the same guy from Australia. What was he? French? She was pretty sure he was French… What were the chances? 

“This isn't funny. Get out of my car!” Her brow furrowed, “Your car? No, this is mine.” He scoffed at her obtuse attitude, “You fucking wish. Now, get out.” Her jaw twitched in annoyance. “Why the fuck are you my driver? Did you sneak past security?” He laughed, head tipping back and in any other circumstances, she would have acknowledged how handsome he looked. “Me? Sneak past security? That’s all you… Not only did you follow me in Australia but you followed me across the world? You’re crazy!” She growled under her breath pulling up the car document on her phone to prove him wrong, “Look! Car reg plate LTY3413.” He raised an eyebrow before clearing his throat, “Well this car is LFY84I8.” She froze. She’d just jumped into a random car, oh my god what if he was a stalker and he kidnapped her or- 

“So are you going to get out of my car or…” He trailed off, “Shit, fuck sorry, sorry, yes…” She fumbled around grabbing her bag. Looking out of the window she spotted Nina hurrying down the path with a security guard. Almost crying with relief, she threw the door open and got out of the car as quickly as she could, 

“Nina!” Nina turned as soon as she heard a familiar voice, sprinting to Y/N who now looked a little more than dishevelled, “There’s a crazy fan!! He followed us all the way from Au… Australia.” She wheezed out, pointing to the car behind her. Nina’s eyes narrowed as she looked at the driver before her eyes widened in realisation, “Wait that’s-” her reply was cut off by the screech of the car as it quickly pulled away. Y/N winced as the sound echoed, “That’s what?” Nina giggled and nudged her side, “That was Charles Leclerc… the Formula One driver?” Y/N laughed. There was no way. “You’re joking right?” Nina shook her head, “Wait, is he the guy you bumped into in Australia?” She nodded, head almost completely empty as their couple of encounters speeded through her mind once more, Nina snorted out a laugh, “At least he’s cute?” Y/N shook her head firmly, “He’s an asshole! And he has no idea who I am!” Nina gave her a condescending look as their actual car pulled up and they climbed in with the other girls, “Okay, one, don’t ever say that again you sound like a diva and a bitch.” “Ouch.” “Just being honest love,” the other girls looked at the two of them curiously, “and two, you had no idea who he was either.” “To be fair, both times I met him were in rather high pressure situations.” Y/N threw back at her. 

“Who is ‘he’?” Aurora asked curiously, “The mystery French guy from Australia? Yeah he’s not French, he’s Monegasque and he just so happens to be a famous F1 driver!” “You mean Charles Leclerc?” Eden asked not even looking up from her phone “So everyone knows him apart from me?!” Y/N whined, covering her face with her hands in embarrassment. Aurora giggled, “Did you see him again or something?” Nina laughed, “She got into his car and then ran away screaming that he was a stalker.” She felt her face heat up as mortification washed over her, “The reg plate was practically the same!” She defended herself as the girls all fell into laughter around her. With a huff she sat back in her seat, sulking all the way to the hotel. 

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Charles sped away as fast as possible. It was too much of a coincidence that he was bumping into her yet again. He needed to somehow work out who she was so security could keep an eye out for her. Reaching the restaurant where he was meeting some of the other drivers and their partners, he climbed out of the car and shook his head as he looked at the reg plate. He had to admit, she was very loyal to her cause. Even if that cause was stalking the shit out of him and following him across the world. Locking the car and heading in, he was greeted by the group “What’s up guys!” He gave a brief wave before taking a seat next to Carlos, lowering his voice, “You remember I told you about that crazy fan in Australia?” Carlos nodded, already slightly suspicious as he sipped his drink, “well she’s here.” Carlos choked on, placing his glass back on the table as he coughed and spluttered, drawing the rest of the party’s attention, “Are you serious?!” Charles nodded, “What’s going on mon ami?” Pierre asked from the other side, pausing his conversation with Alex and Lily who also looked on with curious yet concerned gazes. Charles took a deep breath, 

“This fan followed me here all the way from Australia and today she got in my car…” “What the fuck?” Max spat out with a shake of his head, already angry “Are you okay mate?” George asked with a concerned look, Charles nodded, “Yeah I’m fine, just wanna forget about it to be honest.” The table all nodded before breaking into conversation; weather for the weekend, stats, plans for summer break, Alex’s pets, until there was a lull in conversation and Alex spoke up,

“Guys, Lily and I are going to the Eclipse concert in Rome when we’re in Italy, who wants to come with us? We can make it a group night out?” “Are they that girl group that blew up recently?” Max asked as Lily nodded, “Yeah, I’m kind of obsessed with them,” Kika nodded in agreement already pulling Lily into a conversation about their best songs “Guys I’ve listened with Lily in the car and their music is actually really good.” Alex admitted as Pierre and Carlos nodded with murmurs of agreement, “I’m down.” George agreed, Charles wrinkled his nose apprehensively, “I don’t know mate…” Alex passed his phone down the table to Charles, the group’s instagram page already pulled up and loaded. 

Charles took hold of Alex’s phone, scrolling through the music announcements and behind the scenes pictures until he scrolled past one that looked somewhat familiar. No. No way, it couldn’t be… could it? He scrolled down further to see more pictures of her staring back at him. He choked on air as his previous interactions with her flashed through his head. He stared at a picture of her smiling backstage and blushed slightly, when she wasn’t angry or glaring, she actually looked super cute and- dare he say it… totally his type… What? He shook his head. Now was not the time to start daydreaming about a very cute girl that he’s totally offended several times. Oh fuck. He’d been an utter asshole to her… and he was about to come and watch her perform live? 

Well shit.  

"You okay there Charles?" Alex called down the table watching as his friend's face contorted into an expression that could only be described as horror, awe and embarrassment. Charles shook his head dumbly, eyes still glued to the phone screen,

"That-that's her." Carlos gave an empty chuckle as the rest of the table turned silent. “Nahhh… Surely you don’t mean…” Lando trailed off as Max slowly caught on to the situation,

"The girl from Australia and the airport?" Carlos’ jaw dropped open as he confirmed what Charles was saying. Charles nodded dumbly and grabbed his own phone, pulling up instagram to search for the page himself as the rest of the table broke out into a mixture of wheezing laughter and exclamations, 

"Trust you to make that mistake!"

"You really didn't recognise her?" "Mate I cannot believe this!"

For the rest of the evening Charles found himself subtly stalking her on instagram, finding her personal account and scrolling through the pictures that had been posted there, some professional, some snapped by friends, some self-taken shots. With each picture that passed, he found himself smiling back whenever her smile appeared. God he wished he’d seen it in person. 

“Charles?” A voice pulled him from his reverie and he looked up to see Pierre smirking at him, “what are you up to?” Charles cleared his throat hastily, “Liking her pictures from the look of it…” Carlos said next to him leaning in to look at his phone screen with a stifled laugh. "Liking her pictures...?" Lily smirked and Lando stifled a laugh as Charles looked down and felt his stomach drop at the sight of that little heart that had somehow turned red. He practically threw his phone down on the table, when had he done that?

"Oh my god no! No no no! What should I do?" Max shrugged, seemingly unphased,

"No good unliking it, she will have already seen the notification."

"Yeah along with like... thousands of others per minute, you'll be all good!" George tried to cheer him up as Charles felt his heart rate speed up.

Charles nodded as he put his phone down and tried to focus on the rest of dinner. Later in the evening, just as he was getting over his embarrassment, his phone buzzed with a notification... from... instagram? Gulping he picked up his phone and stared at the screen,

'thisisy/n started following you'

Well. So much for subtlety 

[genshinemblem564]

Genshin Isekai Headcanons

These can be sagau, but they don't have to be.

• Xinyan is stoked that you love her music, and is excited when you offer to play her some music from your world, but she's confused by some of the lyrics. She understands metaphorical lyrics, like the person described in the song isn't actually a rocket, but some of them don't make sense or feel like they were added just to fill a void. Aside from that, she kinda wants to perform some of these songs, now if only she had some band members.

• Tartaglia doesn't have much to say about the guns of your world. The pyro and hydro fatui agents already use guns of some kind, and the cryo fatui agent uses, um. What would you call an ice based flamethrower? No, what he's interested in is the immense amount of new weapons that Teyvat doesn't have, or they probably do, and we just don't hear about them. Like chain blades, I don't know what else to call them, essentially a flail, but instead of a mace, it's blade. I would write something about axes, but I feel like saving that for my crossover series. A scythe is often seen as a special lance, but you tell him that it's much more complicated than that specifically pointing out the blade, and depending on your own skill, you give him a demonstration. He is way too excited to learn all of these new weapons, like a kid excited about a new toy, you can't help but smile.

• Baizhu is perplexed when he first prescribes medicine to you, as you give him a list of allergies, if any, and are more than willing to go through proper examination to learn how resistant your body is to certain toxins. He's even more surprised when you tell him that his unique practice is actually common in your world, so that's why you don't bat an eye at potentially poisonous ingredients.

• Bennett is rather surprised. When you hang out, his bad luck seems to go away. It's actually just you using a bit of foresight, like checking the date on a flyer before rushing to a sale that had already ended, but seeing that glimmer in his eyes, you decide to let his imagination roam.

• You and Cyno are reference lords. You two reference everything, Cyno, his favorite book or book series, and you, your favorite media source. Now, if only people actually understood them, and yes, you do quote Yu-Gi-Oh when playing Genius Invokation.

• If you're an artist, then you quickly catch Albedo's attention. When he sees your drawings, he is quick to ask what you used as a muse, and your answer will have great impact on his reaction. If you point to an object or animal, his response will be normal. If you draw from memory though, he is astounded, especially if what you drew was a scene of some kind, with people, animals, or what have you. Drawing all that from memory is incredible. If you say it's something you made up, he'll compare it to when he's commissioned for his own art.

• Depending on your own interests, you'll be interacting with several different characters. I can't think of anything in depth for these few, so here's a general basis. Barbara is relieved that you're so open to different views. She knows how cruel people can be when they're closed-minded, and she's happy to teach you about the Church of Favonius and Barbatos. Noelle was lamenting not being a knight yet, which led you to bring up the seven chivalric virtues. Yae Miko and Xingqiu are very interested in the stories of your world. Xingqiu hoping to learn more about your worlds code of chivalry, but he ends up learning about justice's different forms. Yae is simply searching for new inspiration. She often calls on you when her old nemesis, writers block, appears. Nahida takes interest in you right away, wanting to gain knowledge from your world, and you seem fun. She knows better than anyone how dangerous knowledge can be, so she asks you to omit potentially dangerous subjects.

• Mona was shocked when you said that you only wanted to know the bad stuff coming your way, not that she could help you, with you being an outworlder and all. When she asked why, you told her "It's best to be prepared for all the bad coming your way, and if you know all the good coming your way, it takes away from life's natural wonder." Which was promptly followed by you asking "Where did that come from?"

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I'm thinking making more of that last one, like " Characters reaction to reader who is randomly philosophical" might need to work on the title a bit. Also, as stated above, these can be sagau, but can also be normal isekai, so I'll use both tags so they can be found more easily

[seriiousgiirl]

My satisfaction

Severus Snape x Professor!Reader NFSW. Fluff and smut (more like foreplay)!! Jealous and quite possessive Sev- oops.

Severus is 36 yo in this fic, and you are 25, age gap. (;

Summary: As the summer drew to a close, filled with long days of toil at the Ministry, your anticipation grew, centered on one person who had occupied your thoughts and held a special place in your heart for the past few months - Severus Snape.

With a mixture of excitement and nervousness, you made your way to Grimmauld Place, where the other members of the Order had gathered. And you couldn't wait for the moment when you would finally reunite with Severus and share the intimacy that had been denied during your time apart.

However, as fate would have it, your long-awaited encounter with Severus took an unexpected turn for the worse.

A/n: Hey there! It’s me again, I didn't post for a while sorry (I kind of had a mental breakdown), but here I am! A less serious fic than usual, but some fluff are sometimes well-deserved! Enjoy (:

Words count: 11K.

As you gazed upon the foreboding structure of Grimmauld Place, a smile crept onto your face. The few days of respite you had promised yourself were finally within reach. You couldn't help but feel impressed by the security measures put in place, evident in the powerful enchantments that radiated from the building. Despite its dark and unwelcoming exterior, you understood why the Order of the Phoenix had chosen Grimmauld Place as their base of operations. The building was a veritable fortress, protected by the most powerful and intricate magical wards and spells. Within its walls, the members of the Order were safe from the prying eyes and ears of their enemies.

Your tenure at the Ministry had finally come to an end, and you were relieved to say goodbye to the endless days spent cooped up in an office, buried under piles of paperwork. At times, you regretted keeping your contract with the Ministry on top of your responsibilities as a teacher at Hogwarts. You were bone-weary, and some rest and relaxation before returning to school was more than necessary. 

The looming threat of Voldemort's return weighed heavily on your mind, you longed for the simple pleasures of rest and relaxation, away from the clamour and chaos of the wizarding world. And before the enigmatic facade of the building, you couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope that perhaps within its walls, you might find the peace and calm you so desperately craved.

Although you were in dire need of rest, you knew that there was something more that you desired. You craved the warmth and comfort that only one person could provide - Severus Snape. 

Despite his icy exterior and difficult personality, you had always felt a magnetic pull towards him since the day you met. Over time, you had learned how to read his subtle cues and understand his emotions, even when he didn't explicitly express them. You knew when he was in pain or feeling vulnerable, and you could sense his admiration for you in the way his dark eyes would linger on your smallest actions. 

Your relationship with Severus was complicated, to say the least. It wasn't easy being close to him, and there were times when you felt frustrated or hurt by his actions. But at the same time, you couldn't deny the intense chemistry and connection between the two of you. You found yourself drawn to his intelligence, his dry wit, and his unwavering loyalty to those he cared about. 

Severus' presence in your life was a soothing balm for your soul. In the midst of chaos and uncertainty, Severus was a constant source of comfort and support for you. His willingness to open up and share a vulnerable side of himself that he rarely showed others was a testament to the depth of his feelings for you.

As the two of you spend time together, it becomes clear that rushing into anything would only put your relationship at risk. Instead, you both take your time to truly connect and enjoy each other's company, cherishing every moment you have together. It was like the outside world seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you and the love you share. It's a simple pleasure, but one that brings immense joy and contentment. 

And as you had parted ways for the summer holidays it was heart wrenching, especially since Severus made a promise that sent your heart fluttering. He vowed to offer you his heart entirely when the time will be right. The words were simple, but they held so much weight and significance. You knew that Severus was not someone who made promises lightly, and you felt honoured that he had chosen to share this with you. 

So when you received a letter from Severus telling you that he would be at Grimmauld Place with the Order at the end of the holidays, you were overjoyed. You threw yourself into your work, determined to finish everything quickly so that you could reunite with him as soon as possible.

And there you are, as you stood at the threshold of Grimmauld Place, your heart swelled with a blend of emotions - a combination of eagerness and trepidation. You were aware that reuniting with Severus, would be a mix of pleasure and challenges, as he still remained a complex, unpredictable, and enigmatic man in your eyes.

However, you were resolved to confront whatever obstacles lay ahead. 

As you approached Grimmauld Place with your luggage, you knocked gently before entering, not wanting to intrude. The musty scent of dust mixed with the aroma of cooking greeted you as you stepped inside. The interior was just as grim and dreary as the outside. The lengthy, chilly hallway with peeling wallpaper and old portraits hung on the walls gave an indication that the entire house shared the same deteriorated state. This first impression was enough to make you question whether you had made the right decision to come here.

But your hesitation was short-lived as Arthur Weasley appeared from what seemed to be the kitchen, and a sense of comfort washed over you. It felt like coming home, his warm smile radiated through even in this dismal environment.

"Y/n, there you are! I was starting to think I was hearing things," Arthur exclaimed as he greeted you with relief evident in his voice.

"I'm sorry, Arthur. I wasn't sure when I'd be able to come," you replied apologetically, feeling a bit guilty for being vague about your arrival date as you didn’t know when the Ministry would deem your work complete. 

As the youngest adult member of the Order, you were used to being treated with a bit of extra fondness, almost like a surrogate child. It was a given though you were one of the brightest members of the group, but your youth made them worry about your safety. This was evident as Arthur hugged you to welcome you, a gesture that showed the warmth and fondness he held for you. Even that you were a bit embarrassed by the display of affection, you still appreciated the gesture.

"The others are all in the kitchen. I'll take your suitcase up to your room," he offered kindly, gesturing for you to hand over your luggage. "It was a bit of a challenge to find you a place to stay, with so many people here, but Severus explained that you could stay with him," he added, a playful wink in his eye.

You couldn't help but blush at his comment. Your relationship with Severus wasn't exactly a secret amongst the Order members, but you still preferred to keep it private, especially from the students. Harry and his friends were among the recent additions to the safe house, and while you were happy to see them, it was also a bit of a bother to have to keep your distance from Severus in front of them.

"Thanks, Arthur. I appreciate it," you replied, grateful for his understanding. "And yes, staying with Severus is fine. I'm just hoping we can keep our relationship under wraps while we're here," you whispered with a small smile, hoping he would understand your desire for privacy. 

Arthur nodded in reply.

The sound of your voice caught the attention of the other members, and even more so when Molly emerged from the kitchen. "Y/n, my sweet, here you are at last. We've all been waiting for you," she exclaimed.

You made your way towards her while Arthur took your suitcase up the narrow stairs. 

Molly, known for her maternal nature, embrace you tightly, making you feel like one of her own. "The Ministry is a bore," she said while stroking your back in a comforting manner. "I'm so glad to see you after all this time. Sometimes I feel like you only exist through the reports you send us about the twins' behaviour." Her tone was light, but there was a hint of annoyance, clearly tired of dealing with her mischievous sons.

Despite her frustration, you could sense that Molly was genuinely happy to see you. Her affectionate embrace and playful teasing made you feel welcomed and loved. You smiled and hugged her back, grateful for the warmth and love of the Weasley family, which already made the grim atmosphere of the house feel a little less oppressive.

Molly motioned for you to follow her into the kitchen, which served as both a dining room and a gathering place for the members of the Order. She hurried you inside and quickly went back to attend to the dinner. 

A wide smile spread across your face as you took in the scene before you. The table was already set for dinner, and the aroma of the food was irresistible. Ginny was helping Molly in the kitchen, while Remus and Sirius were already seated at the table vigorously debating. 

However, what really caught your attention was Severus- sitting at the table a bit remote, his gaze fixed on nothing in particular. You could sense the dark aura emanating from him and knew immediately that the two men beside him were causing his discomfort. You wished you had arrived sooner to keep him company, but you were glad to be here now to offer him some relief.

Despite his current state, you couldn't help but find him as attractive as ever. The image of his face had been imprinted in your mind during his absence, but seeing him in person was, obviously, better. 

Severus had a complex and striking appearance that was difficult to capture perfectly. He had a sharp and angular face with high cheekbones, a straight and prominent nose, and a thin yet full-lipped mouth. His skin was pale, almost translucent, and accentuated the darkness of his long, lustrous black hair that hung straight and silky down to his mid-back. His eyes were piercing black and deep-set, framed by long and thick lashes that made them even more alluring.

He carried himself with an air of elegance and aloofness that was almost regal, and his slender yet muscular frame was always impeccably dressed in black robes that emphasised his intimidating presence. Despite his brooding and intense demeanour, there was an undeniable magnetism that emanated from him that had captured your heart.

Merlin-  the distance between you and Severus only intensified your desire for him. The longing you felt for his touch and the sound of his voice became more intense with each passing day. It was a constant ache in your chest, a burning need that could only be satiated by his presence.

As you gazed at him from across the room, you couldn't help but think about the moments you shared together. The way he would hold you close, his breath warm against your neck as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. The way he would run his fingers through your hair, his touch gentle yet firm. You could almost feel his embrace now, as if he were standing right beside you, waiting for you to reach out and take his hand.

You found yourself lost in thoughts of him, your mind drifting to memories of the past and the longing for the future. As you imagined all the ways in which you could be intimate with him, letting your mind wander to all the secret spots that only the two of you knew about. You remembered the way his hands felt on your skin, how his fingers traced every curve and contour of your body with such care and precision in the dark of the night. You longed to feel his lips on your own once again, to taste his unique blend of sweetness and spice. The way he would kiss your neck, leaving a trail of fiery sensations behind; the way he would whisper words of love and adoration in your ear, making your heart swell with emotion.

And it wasn't just the physical connection that drew you to him. You also longed for the emotional connection that the two of you shared. The way he could read your thoughts and emotions without a word, the way he could comfort you with just a simple touch, the way he made you feel like you were the most important person in the world. 

His dark past and complicated nature could make things challenging at times, but the rewards of being with him far outweighed any difficulties that might come your way. The thought of being by his side, was all that you needed to make your heart sing.

You knew that it would only be a matter of time before you were able to be close to him again. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, but you knew that the wait would be worth it. The thought of being in his arms once again, feeling his body close to yours, sent shivers down your spine.

As if under some sort of spell, you found yourself walking towards him without even thinking. Your legs seemed to have a mind of their own, leading you straight to where he was. As your eyes locked onto his, you could see his guarded facade crumbling away at the mere sight of you. His dark aura dissipated, and a subtle warmth radiated from him as he looked at you with a mixture of longing and delight. 

Despite his typically reserved demeanour, you could sense his joy in seeing you again in the way that his eyes shone with unspoken emotion. His smile, although faint, was all the invitation you needed to close the distance between you. And even though he didn't say a word, you knew exactly what he was thinking. Severus's eyes had always been his window to the soul, and you had long since learned to understand the meaning of them. 

Severus stood up as you approached, ready to welcome you back. But just as you were about to reach him, your moment was rudely interrupted by Sirius, who stepped in front of you, effectively blocking your path. His arm rested nonchalantly against the wall as his body followed, a clear sign that he had no intention of moving.

"Y/n, isn't it a bit rude of you not to greet the owner of the place first?" Sirius smirked, enjoying the way he was able to interrupt the moment between you and Severus.

"Sirius," you said through gritted teeth, trying your best to keep your tone civil. You couldn't help but feel frustrated at the interruption, especially since it came from someone you didn't particularly care for. "It's a pleasure to see you healthy," you continued, putting emphasis on the word 'pleasure' as a subtle hint that you were not entirely happy with the situation.

Although you had only met Sirius once, the memory of that encounter was still vivid in your mind. He had exuded a certain level of insanity that left a lasting impression on you, and not in a positive way. 

But what bothered you more were the stories Severus had confided in you about his past with him. From what he had shared, Sirius had been one of the main culprits in the relentless bullying and torment Severus had faced during his youth. It was hard not to feel a sense of disgust and disdain towards someone who had caused so much pain to someone you cared about deeply. While you wouldn't say you outright hated Sirius, it was safe to say that you had no warm feelings towards him either.

"And it's nice to see you too. As pretty as ever." his voice was flirty, relishing the power he held over the scene. 

You could feel Severus's eyes on you as Sirius's voice filled the air, his tone dripping with flirtation. It wasn't unusual for Sirius to make such comments, but it still made you uncomfortable. As you stood there, caught between the two men, you couldn't help but feel a sense of tension building in the room. 

It was clear that Severus was not in the mood for any of his antics. 

As you tried to diffuse the situation, you forced a polite smile and responded with a small nod, "Thank you, Sirius. That's very kind of you to say." But even as you spoke, you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, and you couldn't help but wonder if Severus could sense your discomfort. You turned to him, hoping to find some solace in his familiar presence, but he was already moving away, leaving you to deal with Sirius on your own.

Sirius's success in annoying Severus left you feeling disappointed and uneasy. You had been eagerly anticipating your reunion with Severus and were hoping for a happy and comfortable time together, but Sirius's meddling had quickly ruined those hopes. The tension in the room was palpable, and you felt like you were walking on eggshells around the two of them. You couldn't help but wonder why Sirius felt the need to provoke Severus and whether there was any underlying motive behind his actions. 

You feel disappointed by the turn of events. Your heart had soared with anticipation when you first entered the kitchen and saw Severus, but now it felt heavy with unease.

As you tried to maintain a neutral expression, Remus noticed your discomfort and offered a kind gesture. "Y/n, come sit next to me. I'll make sure there's a barrier between you and Sirius," he suggested, his voice full of kindness. He pointed to the empty seat beside him, inviting you to take refuge from the tension that had built up between Sirius and Severus.

Grateful for Remus's offer, you turned to him with a nod, relieved that he had intervened. "Thank you, Remus," you said with a small smile. You walked around the table to his side, glad for the chance to sit next to him. While you had hoped to spend the evening next to Severus, you knew it wasn't the right time to try and speak with him to enhance the situation, especially with Sirius present.

As you settled into your chair, Remus pulled it back like a true gentleman, making you chuckle at his gesture. "Always happy to help, especially for a former colleague," he said with a warm smile.

Settling into the seat next to Remus, a sense of nostalgia washed over you. As you looked at him, memories of the time when he was still teaching at Hogwarts flooded your mind. You couldn't help but think about how much his guidance and support had meant to you back then, particularly given his outstanding competence as a teacher. You recalled how challenging it was to be a young teacher, and having someone like Remus to turn to for advice and comfort was a source of great reassurance.

You remembered how he always had a calm and patient demeanour, even in the most stressful of situations. His gentle words and kind demeanour were like a balm to your frazzled nerves, and you always felt better after talking to him.

It was nice to know that some things never changed, even after all these years.

"How was the work at the Ministry? I can't believe you're still maintaining your relationship with them." Remus started to ask you questions, to see how you were doing. 

You sighed softly, "Dumbledore asked me to keep my connections for future purposes, and it turned out to be quite valuable. The Ministry is really in deep denial about You-Know-Who’s return, which made the task quite frustrating... Other than that, it was mostly tedious.” You spoke in a nonchalant tone, conveying your lack of enthusiasm for the subject.

Severus, who had been quiet until now, deliberately chose to sit across from you. He appeared to have calmed down, slightly, since the earlier tension, but he did not engage in the conversation either. Instead, he opted to listen to you intently, remaining silent but close by. It was as though he was silently observing the situation and trying to gauge the extent of the Ministry's ignorance towards the looming threat of Voldemort's return. Despite his silence, his presence conveyed a sense of support and solidarity with you, knowing how frustrating it can be to deal with incompetent people.

Remus nodded, showing empathy for your words. "And how is life at Hogwarts?" This time his eyes shifted between you and Severus, gently trying to include him in the discussion. 

"Life at Hogwarts is fine, Remus. I do miss you sometimes, especially after the traumatic events of last year. However, I believe a quiet year at Hogwarts would be uncharacteristic and not as enjoyable." You noticed Remus's efforts to include Severus in the conversation and appreciated it. You turned to Severus and offered him a small smile before turning back to Remus. 

"Severus has been a great help giving me his support, as always," you said, acknowledging his presence. "He's been doing a fantastic job with the students and has been invaluable in maintaining order and discipline. I am still learning from him."

Severus gave a small nod of acknowledgement but said nothing, remaining stoic as always. 

Remus looked at him with a hint of surprise, but then nodded in appreciation. "I'm glad to hear that he's been of such great help," he said, his voice filled with genuine warmth.

You nodded in agreement, grateful for Severus's unwavering support. "Yes, I don't know what I would do without him," you said with affection. "He's been a true asset to Hogwarts and to me, personally." Severus didn't say anything, but you could tell that he was pleased by your words. You had succeeded in alleviating the uneasiness without having to address it head-on, and you felt a sense of accomplishment.

As Arthur approached, you could hear the excited chatter of the teenagers growing louder, signalling the end of your brief respite. You took a deep breath, bracing yourself for the inevitable chaos that would soon ensue.

"Professor Y/f/n," Harry and his friends greeted you with beaming faces. Being one of the youngest teachers, you shared a special bond with your students, and they felt at ease around you. Despite your strict teaching style, you always made sure to be kind to them. You returned their greeting with warmth, delighted to see them looking so happy despite the recent events.

The Weasley twins, as mischievous as ever, greeted you with a twinkle in their eyes. "Evening, Professor," they said in unison, each giving you a playful wink before taking their seats at the table. 

As the Weasley twins settled in beside you, you couldn't help but notice Severus's sudden change in demeanour. His face, which had been relaxed and calm just moments before, now appeared tense and uncomfortable once again. It was clear that having to sit beside the mischievous twins was not something he relished.

Your eyes drifted towards Severus, but he seemed to be avoiding your gaze as he focused on his empty plate. The tension in his shoulders was palpable, and you could tell that it was taking a significant amount of effort for him to remain civil in the company of those he despised. It was unusual for him to hold back his snarky comments, and his usual biting wit was absent. It almost seemed as though he was waiting for the dinner to be over, holding his breath until he could leave the table.

You couldn't help but wonder if Severus was making an effort to tolerate the Weasley twins and the other members of the Order for your sake. Perhaps he was aware of how much you valued your friendly relationship with your students, even the most unruly ones, and didn't want to ruin that for you. Or maybe he simply didn't want to create any more tension than there already was. 

You knew that Severus valued your opinion, and his behaviour tonight made you appreciate his efforts to maintain a sense of civility in a difficult situation.

As you watched them settle in for the meal, you couldn't help but feel grateful for their energy and enthusiasm. Even though their antics could be exhausting at times, they were a reminder of why you had chosen to become a teacher in the first place. "I'm glad to see all of you, too." you said with a smile. 

Once everyone was seated and settled, Molly came in with the main course, expertly serving each plate with a generous portion. The aromas wafting from the dishes were delightful, and you could see that Molly had put her heart and soul into cooking this meal. You made sure to compliment her on the delicious food, and she beamed with pride, happy to have brought everyone together.

As the meal progressed, you couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and belonging amidst the lively and joyful discussion. Despite the tense atmosphere that hung over the wizarding world, this group of people gathered around the table felt like a strange little family, with their own unique relationships and dynamics. You observed as Harry and his friends eagerly shared stories, the Weasley twins interjecting with their usual humorous commentary. You noticed that even the most reserved members of the group, such as Remus and Tonks, were beginning to open up and join in.

As you looked around the table, you couldn't help but feel a sense of joy and belonging amidst the lively conversation and the delicious meal. 

However, your attention was drawn to Severus, who sat across from you, his eyes fixed on his plate. It was not uncommon for him to be withdrawn and quiet, but there was something different about his demeanour tonight. He looked as if he was in hell, as if he was forcing himself to endure the conversations around him and the overall good atmosphere.

You tried to catch his eye, to let him know that you were there for him, but he seemed to be avoiding your gaze. Wanting to offer him some comfort, you decided to try a subtle approach. Under the table, you gently brushed your foot against his leg, hoping to get his attention. It worked, and he raised his head at the sudden contact. You greeted his gaze with a gentle smile, hoping to put him at ease.

However, your smile disappeared just as soon. As you caught Severus' gaze, you couldn't help but notice the intense and hungry look in his eyes. The way his pupils dilated and fixated on you made your heart skip a beat, his passion made you feel powerless and crushed under the weight of his affection. It was as if he wanted to consume you, to be by your side at all times. 

You were his prey, and he just wanted to devour you. 

And then it hit you, understand why he was behaving like that - he had been waiting for this moment, for you, for what felt like an eternity. All he wanted was to be by your side, to devour you and make you his completely. Watching you from afar, yet so close and so distant was an ordeal for him, his patience was wearing thin. And all he could do now was convey his deepest desires through his piercing gaze.

As his gaze bore into you, you felt your body responding in ways that you couldn't control. The heat rose from deep within you, and you found yourself almost trembling with the intensity of his hunger. The silent exchange was enough to make your insides quiver and your panties wet. 

You couldn't deny that the way he looked at you made your heart race and your thoughts turn to him with an almost obsessive desire. It was both thrilling and terrifying to feel this way. You knew that you were vulnerable to his gaze, and you hated yourself for it. But at the same time, it was impossible to deny the excitement that ran through you whenever he looked at you with such need.

Despite the way your body was responding, you knew that you had to stay in control. You couldn't let your desires get the best of you, not when you were still in public. So you took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, and focused on the present moment. But it was a constant battle, as you couldn't help but feel the pull towards him, the desire to be by his side and give in to everything he wanted.

Severus' touch was unexpected yet electrifying.

His delicate hand grasped your ankle with your feet still at his reach with a firmness that commanded your attention, causing a sudden pause in your actions. The clatter of cutlery faded into the background as your focus shifted entirely to the sensation of his fingers against your skin.

His touch, seemingly innocent, began to explore with a deliberate and sensuous intent. His fingertips traced a slow and deliberate path, starting from your ankle and gradually moving upward, their gentle pressure leaving a trail of heightened sensitivity in their wake. 

As his fingers continued their ascent, traversing the softness of your calf, the intensity of your desire grew. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the intoxicating connection between the two of you. The brush of his fingertips against your skin set your nerves ablaze, each caress igniting a fire that spread through every inch of your being.

Caught in his gaze, you could see the flicker of mischief in his eyes, a knowing glint that hinted at the effect he was having on you. It was a dance of desire and restraint, a delicate balance between succumbing to the overwhelming attraction and maintaining a semblance of control. The anticipation hung heavy in the air, each passing moment increasing the intensity of the encounter.

The air crackled with tension, the unspoken invitation lingering between you. You could almost taste the unbridled passion that pulsed through your veins, yearning to be unleashed.

"Y/n? Is everything alright?" Tonks' voice cut through the secret connection you were sharing with Severus. "You're all flushed," she added, her concern evident in her voice.

You instinctively ran your hand over your cheeks, as if seeking confirmation. Indeed, your skin felt warm, a telltale sign of a mixture of embarrassment and desire. You let out a light laugh, attempting to dismiss any suspicions. "Oh, it's just the heat. Molly's dish is quite spicy," you quickly offered an excuse, hoping to divert attention away from the real cause of your flushed complexion.

Meanwhile, Severus' hand remained on your calf, continuing its gentle exploration with a teasing touch. His fingertips seemed to dance along your skin, igniting a trail of sensations that sent shivers down your spine.

Tonks smiled softly, her eyes reflecting a genuine concern. "If there's something bothering you, don't hesitate to let me know. You must be tired," she offered, extending her support and understanding.

You returned Tonks' smile, grateful for her attentiveness, and replied, "Thank you. I appreciate your concern. It's just been a long day, but I'll manage." You hoped your words conveyed a sense of reassurance, even as your mind remained captivated by the intoxicating presence of Severus and the allure of the forbidden connection that pulsed between you.

Yet, despite the undeniable pull, you knew that discretion and composure were paramount. The lingering touch of his fingers was a testament to the desires that simmered beneath the surface, but it was essential to maintain a façade of restraint, at least for now. The depths of your connection would be explored in due time, when the moment will be right.

With a subtle flicker of his lips, a smirk that conveyed both his satisfaction and the promise of what lay ahead, Severus withdrew his touch, leaving you longing for more.

You took a deep breath, attempting to steady yourself, to reclaim the fragments of composure that had momentarily slipped away. The meal resumed, though the taste of anticipation still lingered on your lips, as you continued to navigate the delicate dance of desire and restraint, yearning for the moment when the boundaries would finally dissolve, and the hunger between you would be satisfied.

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"Well, I appreciate the evening, but I believe it's time for me to retire for the night," you announced, rising from the comfortable couch positioned next to the crackling fire. The evening had unfolded rather smoothly, without any major problems.

Harry and his friends had bid their goodnights and retired to their rooms, leaving the adults to enjoy their own conversations and activities. Throughout the evening, various groups had formed, each indulging in their own preferred pastimes. You had found yourself gravitating towards a cosy corner of the room where a friendly card game had taken shape. Remus, Severus, and Arthur had joined you, creating a dynamic mix of wit, skill, and good-natured competition.

Laughter filled the air as the game progressed. Strategies were devised, cunning moves were made, and lighthearted banter echoed around the room. Despite the occasional setback, you had managed to hold your own, refusing to succumb to defeat easily. The competitive spirit within you burned brightly, refusing to back down.

However, to your dismay, luck wasn’t by your side this evening.

"Y/n simply cannot tolerate losing," he playfully remarked, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. His voice carried a sly undertone, accompanied by a mischievous smirk that danced across his lips. 

The comment elicited a chorus of chuckles from the group, adding to the jovial atmosphere. “Sev, please,” you shot Severus a playful glare, a mixture of mock indignation and amusement shining in your eyes. “I really am tired.”

"Ah, Y/n, don't worry," Remus interjected with a lighthearted chuckle through the exchange, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "We all have our off days. Fatigue can certainly play tricks on our minds."

Severus let out a soft sigh, carefully arranging his cards on the coffee table as he spoke. "Indeed, it seems our esteemed Y/n has been overtaken by weariness tonight," he remarked, his tone tinged with a hint of teasing. He rose from his seat, his tall figure casting a shadow over the room. 

Placing a reassuring hand on the small of your back, he guided you gently, "I'm afraid I must bid you all goodnight as well," Severus announced, his voice carrying a note of finality. 

As you made your way towards the exit, your eyes landed on Sirius seated across the room, engrossed in conversation with the other members while leisurely sipping his coffee. Despite your attempts to slip away unnoticed, Sirius's mischievous voice echoed through the space, causing a rush of embarrassment to colour your cheeks once again.

"Remember, no need to make too much noise tonight," Sirius playfully interjected, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes. The remark caught you off guard, leaving you feeling both flustered and frustrated. With a furrowed brow, you couldn't help but respond, your tone reflecting your offence.

"Seriously?" you retorted, a touch of annoyance in your voice.

Sirius shrugged playfully, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he responded to your indignation. "Oh, come on now, Y/n. Don't be so uptight. We're all adults here," he teased, taking a sip of his coffee. "Besides, with such a stunning lady by my side, I can't help but let my imagination run wild. But fear not, my dear Severus, I won't pry into your intimate affairs. Some things are best left unsaid, don't you agree?"

Severus, ever the master of composed restraint, let out a disapproving huff. His grip on the small of your back tightened imperceptibly, a subtle sign of his displeasure, or it was a subtle display of possessiveness, a silent assertion of his claim over you. "Sirius, your insinuations are neither amusing nor necessary," he retorted coolly. "I assure you, Y/n's personal life is of no concern to you. And as for my own, well, that's a private matter that shall remain so."

His words carried a firmness that spoke volumes about his boundaries and his determination to protect you.

Sensing the tension, the other members of the group exchanged glances, momentarily taken aback by the shift in atmosphere. Molly, ever the mediator, decided to interject, her voice filled with warmth. "Now, now, let's not dwell on personal matters, shall we? We're here to enjoy each other's company."

Setting his coffee cup aside, Sirius's lips curled into a mischievous smirk. "Well, as the one sleeping in the neighbouring room, I do have a right to voice my concerns," he remarked playfully. "After all, a peaceful night's sleep is of utmost importance."

Severus's response was laced with a calm yet unsettling neutrality, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on Sirius. "If that's the case, Sirius, then I suggest you prepare yourself," he retorted, his tone carrying a heavy hidden meaning. The words hung in the air, leaving the rest of the group momentarily stunned, their breath caught in their throats.

In that moment, the room fell into an uneasy silence, the tension palpable. It was as if the playful banter had taken an unexpected turn, delving into uncharted territory. All eyes were on Severus and Sirius, their dynamic sparking curiosity and intrigue.

You felt the weight of Severus's gaze upon you, his hand on the small of your back providing both grounding and a subtle reminder of his presence. The charged atmosphere stirred a whirlwind of emotions within you—excitement, anticipation, and a touch of apprehension. 

As the seconds ticked by, Severus broke the silence with a restrained sigh, his expression betraying a mix of resignation and determination. "Let us leave it at that, Sirius," he stated, his voice low and tinged with a hint of warning. With a brief nod towards the remaining members of the group, acknowledging their presence, Severus redirected his focus solely on you, his eyes softened and filled with a familiar tenderness.

With a mixture of anticipation, you followed Severus's lead, your eyes briefly meeting Remus's warm and sympathetic gaze as you departed. As the two of you walked away, you could sense the tension from Severus still lingering in the air. The air felt charged with an unspoken tension, a palpable connection that seemed to intensify with each passing moment.

As you ascended the stairs alongside Severus, he turned his gaze towards you, his tone laced with concern. "Are you truly exhausted?" he inquired, his words serving as a subtle attempt to ease the tension that had lingered in the air.

A tender smile graced your lips, and you shook your head gently, conveying reassurance. "I am never weary when it comes to you, so there's no need to worry about me," you replied, your voice filled with warmth and sincerity.

His countenance visibly shifted, his aura transforming in response to your words. The once-stern lines on his face softened, replaced by a glimmer of contentment. It was as though your assurance had lifted a weight off his shoulders, offering solace in the midst of an unspoken storm.

A playful spark danced in his eyes as he seized the opportunity to tease you, commenting wryly on your performance in the earlier game. "Well, if you weren't exhausted, then you certainly exhibited quite the lackluster skills tonight," he remarked with a hint of sarcasm, his words carrying a gentle jest.

Your laughter echoed through the corridor, a melodic sound that harmonised with the ambiance of the moment. His playful banter had a way of easing your heart, encouraging a lightness to replace any lingering tension. Together, you continued down the hallway, guided by Severus towards the room that would be shared for the duration of your stay.

With a gentle sigh, Severus turned the doorknob, allowing you to enter the room. "It seems this house isn't the most inviting," he remarked, his voice tinged with a hint of frustration. Stepping aside, he gestured for you to enter, his eyes searching your face for any sign of dissatisfaction. "Nevertheless, I've tried my best to secure one of the better rooms and make it as welcoming as possible for your arrival."

His words touched a chord within you, and a wave of gratitude washed over your heart. It was incredibly thoughtful of him to go to such lengths for your comfort. Taking a moment to absorb the surroundings, you scanned the room. Your suitcase rested in the corner, thoughtfully placed there by Arthur earlier. The overall atmosphere was reminiscent of a bygone era, with a faint musty scent hanging in the air. However, you could discern the effort Severus had put into improving its condition, and the room appeared in better shape than the rest of the house.

A genuine smile adorned your face as you reassured him, your voice filled with warmth. "It's absolutely perfect, Severus. Please don't worry about it," you replied, appreciating his sincere efforts. The gesture itself held more significance to you than the physical appearance of the room. In that moment, you realised how lucky you were to have someone who cared deeply for your comfort and well-being.

The sound of the door clicking shut echoed in the room, signifying that Severus had taken the precaution to lock it. Yet, as he spoke again, the tenderness that had been present earlier seemed to vanish completely. His words dripped with frustration and irritation, emphasised by the way his teeth clenched together. Turning towards you, his presence suddenly became overwhelming, almost taking your breath away. It was as if a storm had brewed within him, and you found yourself caught in its intensity.

"We've been interrupted three times," he seethed, his voice laced with anger. His gaze bore into yours, conveying his exasperation and disappointment. "You have no idea how much I've longed for this moment, and they had to ruin it, as they always do," he vented, his emotions palpable in the air.

Severus had always been a man who wore his irritations on his sleeve. Witnessing his anger or frustration was not uncommon, but this time, it felt different. It sent a surge of adrenaline through your veins, causing your heart to race with a mixture of apprehension and exhilaration. The raw intensity in his eyes stirred something deep within you, drawing you closer to him.

Determined to soothe his mounting agitation, you stepped towards him, your hand finding its way to his chest. Placing it gently against his sternum, you sought to convey a sense of calm and reassurance. "But I'm here now," you murmured softly, your voice infused with warmth and understanding. “I also have been waiting for you.”

With a firm yet gentle grip, his hand closed around your wrist, conveying a sense of possession and determination. His grip on your wrist was firm, yet gentle enough not to cause any discomfort. "I won't allow them to have the power to ruin what belongs to us," he stated, his voice filled with determination.

His words elicited a smile from your lips, touched by the way he unabashedly expressed his sentiments to you. It was a testament to the trust and intimacy you shared, knowing that he could freely convey his emotions without reservation. As your gazes locked, the intensity in his eyes mirrored the depth of his feelings, captivating you in a shared connection that transcended words. In that moment, you could sense the unwavering devotion and protectiveness he held towards you, a bond that no external disturbance could tarnish.

As you parted your lips to respond, his touch took a more assertive turn. His other hand found its place at your waist, applying gentle pressure that pushed you backward, causing you to stumble and land on the bed. The suddenness of his actions stole your breath away, leaving you momentarily stunned. "Severus?" you called out, your voice laced with a mixture of uncertainty and intrigue, a hint of curiosity lingering in the air.

In the blink of an eye, he loomed above you, a commanding presence that sent a rush of anticipation coursing through your veins. His knees secured your position, straddling you, a physical assertion of his control. Time seemed to stand still as his gaze locked with yours, filled with a raw intensity that set your heart ablaze. Without hesitation, his lips descended upon yours, capturing them in a passionate embrace that spoke volumes of the desire and longing that had been building between you.

The kiss was a whirlwind of sensations, an intoxicating dance between two souls hungry for each other. His lips melded with yours in a fiery union, their warmth and softness sending electric jolts through your entire being. The firm yet gentle pressure of his mouth against yours created a perfect balance, igniting a rush of desire that coursed through your veins.

Severus' kiss was an exquisite fusion of tenderness and ravenous hunger, his expertise evident in every calculated movement. His lips navigated your mouth with an artful precision, as though he had committed every contour to memory. It was a mesmerising dance of tongues, a symphony of desires interweaving in perfect synchronisation.

As the moments slipped away, the kiss intensified, drawing you deeper into a realm of unreserved passion and surrender. His hands traced the delicate curves of your face, fingertips entwined in the strands of your hair, unable to resist the magnetic allure between you. The yearning in his touch mirrored the fervour of his tongue, engaging in a hypnotic tango with yours.

The taste of him lingered on your tongue, a tantalising fusion of warmth and a subtle whisper of mint. It permeated your senses, etching itself indelibly into the recesses of your memory. With each exchange, the kiss became an unspoken testament to the raw desire that coursed between you, an orchestration of sensations that reverberated through your entire being.

In the timeless embrace, the boundaries of time and space dissolved, leaving only the profound connection and shared longing. It was a kiss that transcended words, speaking volumes in the language of passion and yearning. Within that intimate moment, you could feel the depths of his longing, the unyielding intensity of his desire for you, as though he had been suppressing it for an eternity, finally succumbing to the irresistible pull of his emotions.

As the kiss finally broke, a trail of soft breaths lingered between you, a palpable connection that bridged the gap between your souls.

"Severus, please," your silent plea escaped your lips, a desperate yearning emanating from deep within. The words carried a multitude of desires and fantasies, a kaleidoscope of longings that swirled within your mind. You were overwhelmed by the multitude of possibilities, unsure of which specific craving you sought to satiate. 

But still, you begged.

"Y/n, I'll make you feel exquisite," he murmured, his voice a velvety caress against your ear. As his hand left the softness of your face, it descended upon the button of your skirt, his touch sending shivers down your spine. With practised ease, his fingers skillfully manipulated the fastening, releasing the fabric from its confines, allowing it to pool at your feet. His movements were precise, executed with a confidence that spoke of his expertise in the art of seduction.

With each layer of clothing that fell away, the air grew heavy with anticipation. You laid before him, bared and vulnerable, your body a canvas yearning to be explored by his skilled hands. “Trust me,” there was an undeniable intensity in the air, an unspoken agreement that he would take you on a journey of pleasure and ecstasy.

The room seemed to hold its breath as his eyes hungrily drank in the sight of your exposed form. Every curve, every contour was a work of art that ignited a primal hunger within him. It was as if he had studied you from afar, memorising every detail, every secret desire, and now, finally, he had the opportunity to indulge in them.

Severus moved closer, his body now mere inches away from yours. The warmth of his breath fanned across your skin, teasing and tantalising your senses. His fingers traced a path along your waist, his touch leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. The anticipation built, a palpable energy that crackled in the air, as his hands travelled lower, inching closer to the apex of your desire.

Bending down, Severus's hands firmly gripped your thighs, pulling them upwards, exposing the vulnerability that lay between them. In an instant, his face descended between your parted legs, his warm breath teasing your most intimate parts. The sheer intensity of the moment overwhelmed you, causing a mixture of desire and embarrassment to wash over you.

Your hands instinctively rose to cover your face, a reflexive response to the rush of self-consciousness that flooded your being. "Sev... You don't have to..." your voice faltered, a blend of uncertainty and hesitancy lacing your words, as if unsure of how to navigate the sea of conflicting emotions swirling within you.

However, before you could utter another word, he silenced you with his commanding tone, reminiscent of the authority he usually held within the walls of his classroom. "Y/n, you're already wet, let me taste you," his voice was stern, cutting through the air with a firmness that sent a shiver down your spine. 

The raw power behind his words conveyed both his dominance and his unwavering determination to deliver pleasure. It was a tone that demanded surrender, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation.

As his fingers continued their exploration of your thigh, tracing delicate patterns against your heated skin, a sense of anticipation and desire began to build within you. The gentle touch sent electric currents of anticipation through your veins, heightening your senses and leaving you yearning for more.

And then, with a swift yet deliberate movement, his warm tongue found its way to your slickness, gliding along your folds with an expertise that left you breathless. The sensation was both delicate and demanding, as he skillfully flicked, lapped, and swirled his tongue against your most intimate area. Waves of pleasure washed over you, cascading through every nerve ending, as he explored the depths of your desires with an unwavering dedication.

The sensation was an intoxicating blend of softness and intensity, as his tongue teased and tasted, coaxing your arousal to new heights. The rhythmic motions of his mouth created a symphony of pleasure, drawing out muffled moans of ecstasy from deep within you. You surrendered to the sensations, losing yourself in the swirling sensations that enveloped your being.

You couldn't help but arch your back, surrendering to the intoxicating symphony of sensations that engulfed you. The combination of his warm breath and the wet heat of his tongue created a sensory overload, amplifying your pleasure to unimaginable heights. Your hands instinctively reached out, grasping at the sheets, desperately seeking an anchor in the sea of ecstasy.

The intensity of the moment was both exhilarating and overwhelming, as the boundaries between pleasure and vulnerability blurred into a seamless fusion of desire. The raw passion and expertise with which Severus pleasured you showcased his deep understanding of your wants and needs, leaving you utterly spellbound by his prowess.

Just as the intensity of the moment reached its peak, a sudden knocking at the door shattered the air, jolting you both out of the euphoric trance. Your hand instinctively flew to cover your mouth, a mix of embarrassment and concern flooding your senses. Had your impassioned cries betrayed your pleasure, reaching the ears of unwanted listeners despite your efforts? The uncertainty gripped you, locking your gaze with Severus in a silent exchange of anxious anticipation.

Severus, on the other hand, wore a distinct expression of irritation as his eyes narrowed in frustration. It seemed as if fate had conspired against you both, cruelly interrupting your stolen moment of intimacy once again. For a fleeting moment, he contemplated ignoring the persistent knocking, wanting to relish in the connection you shared. However, the relentless sound continued, demanding attention that couldn't be ignored.

“I’m going to commit murder,” he simply said.

With a deep, exasperated groan, he reluctantly withdrew, leaving you momentarily abandoned, your body pulsating with unfulfilled desire. As he made his way towards the door, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for the unfortunate soul on the other side, unknowingly intruding upon a sacred and intimate space.

Severus approached the door with an exasperated sigh, his brow furrowed in annoyance. The interruption had shattered the intimate atmosphere that had enveloped the room, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. He opened it just enough to face the intruder, leaving you partially exposed on the bed without a hint of concern. His stance conveying his displeasure at the untimely disturbance.

"Professor Snape?" The voice on the other side belonged to none other than George Weasley, at least, it was only one half of the mischievous twins.

Severus's tone was laced with irritation as he responded, "What do you want, Weasley?"

The poor boy seemed taken aback by Severus's sharp retort, stumbling over his words as he struggled to find an explanation. "I was told...- I thought this was Professor Y/n's room..."

Severus took a deep breath, and you could tell that his mind was working through the dilemma before him. The secrecy of your relationship, particularly in the context of being caught by a student, weighed heavily on his thoughts. He was torn between maintaining the discretion you both had agreed upon and addressing the unexpected intrusion.

Contrary to your expectations, he made a decision that surprised you. His voice carried a firmness that left no room for debate as he spoke, partially confirming the relationship you shared. "Yes, this is also Professor Y/n's room," he acknowledged, subtly acknowledging the connection between the two of you. "However, she is currently resting, exhausted from her day at the Ministry," he added, using the pretence of your fatigue to buy you both some reprieve. "Whatever you wanted to convey to her, can wait until tomorrow."

Severus directed a stern gaze at George, silently conveying that the matter was to be dropped and the conversation postponed. It was clear that Severus's authority and determination had left little room for further discussion. The room fell into an awkward silence, the weight of the interrupted intimacy still lingering in the air.

"Oh!" George's exclamation carried a tone of realisation and embarrassment, as if he had only just grasped the magnitude of his intrusion. “I-I’m extremely sorry!” The sound of his fumbling words reached your ears, hinting at his deep sense of remorse. It was unusual for one of the mischievous twins to offer such a sincere apology.

Severus, displaying his characteristic blend of authority and severity, began to close the door in response to George's realisation. However, he paused for a moment, reopening it slightly to deliver a stern warning. "Remember this," he asserted, his voice laced with a chilling intensity. "If a single word of what you witnessed here escapes your lips, rest assured that the punishment you will endure will be the most agonising and prolonged experience of your entire time at Hogwarts."

The weight of Severus's threat hung in the air, serving as a stark reminder of the consequences that awaited anyone who dared to breach the sanctity of your private moment. With a swift and decisive motion, Severus shut the door, cutting off any further opportunity for conversation. The distinct sound of the lock being secured echoed through the room, providing an additional layer of assurance that your intimacy would remain undisturbed.

As you slowly lifted your head, your eyes locked with Severus's, a mixture of amusement and desire shining in their depths. His return to the foot of the bed brought a renewed focus to the intimate connection between you, despite the temporary interruption caused by George's untimely intrusion.

With a playful glimmer in your eyes, you couldn't help but comment on the unintended consequences of Severus's stern demeanour. "Severus, you must have frightened poor George to the point of turning him as pale as a ghost," you remarked, a gentle laugh escaping your lips. The image of the flustered and embarrassed student played in your mind, a testament to Severus's ability to command authority even in unexpected situations.

Severus's smile grew, a mix of pride and amusement at the unintended outcome of his actions. "I do hope I left a lasting impression," he responded, his hands finding their way back to your thighs, his touch eliciting a shiver of anticipation. "Consider yourself fortunate, my dear, for if you were not well-behaved and such a good girl, I would have no reservations about employing a similar tone in our private moments."

His words, laced with a subtle hint of dominance and desire, had an immediate effect on you. A surge of arousal pulsed through your veins, making your cheeks flush with a deeper shade of crimson. You couldn't resist the temptation to surrender further, leaning back and resting your head against the bed, allowing the mounting anticipation to wash over you.

You didn’t have the time to think back about the situation as Severus's tongue trailed along your inner thigh. A soft gasp escaped your lips, mingling with the charged atmosphere.

The sensation was electrifying, a delicate blend of pleasure and anticipation coursing through your veins. Every nerve in your body seemed to come alive once again, acutely aware of the exquisite touch that was igniting a fierce desire within you. As his tongue continued its slow ascent, inching closer to the apex of your thighs, a cascade of sensations engulfed you.

The wetness of his tongue against your heated skin sent waves of pleasure cascading through your core. Each flick and stroke of his skilled tongue elicited a gasp or a moan, escaping your lips in a symphony of ecstasy. Time seemed to lose all meaning as you surrendered yourself to the intoxicating pleasure that enveloped you.

Severus's movements were a masterful dance, his tongue exploring every delicate fold with a blend of gentleness and fervour. The mix of sensations—his warm breath, the softness of his lips, the flickering caresses of his tongue—created a symphony of pleasure that resonated deep within your being.

“Sev-” you moaned out, desperate. You tried to keep your voice as quiet as possible, but it was an ordeal.

His touch on your most sensitive area sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, intensifying the already heightened sensations. With expert precision, his fingers skillfully caressed and teased your bundle of nerves, drawing out moans of delight from deep within you. The rhythmic patterns his thumb traced on that delicate spot were both languid and agonisingly pleasurable, amplifying your arousal with each gentle stroke.

As his other hand abandoned its place on your thigh, a new wave of anticipation washed over you. You could feel the slickness of your arousal, inviting and eager, as his fingers smoothly slid inside you, exploring your depths with slowness. The combination of his skillful touch and the intimate intrusion sent a surge of pleasure through your entire being, igniting a fiery desire within you.

Every movement of his fingers, both inside and out, was a calculated dance, aimed at driving you to the brink of ecstasy. The way he expertly manipulated your pleasure points and delved deeper into your wetness only served to heighten your arousal, pushing you closer to the edge with each passing moment. You were soaking wet for him, you were so soft for his touch. The sensations became a symphony of pleasure, building and crescendoing with every stroke and thrust, until you were consumed by the overwhelming pleasure that radiated throughout your body.

You surrendered to the intoxicating sensations, your body writhing and arching in response to his touch. Each flick of his thumb and tongue, each thrust of his fingers, brought you closer to the pinnacle of pleasure, driving you towards a release that was bound to be earth-shattering.

In that moment, all that mattered was the exquisite pleasure he was bestowing upon you, the way he skillfully played your body like an instrument, coaxing out the sweetest melodies of desire. The room was filled with the symphony of your moans, mingling with the sound of your rapid breaths and the intoxicating scent of passion that permeated the air. 

You couldn’t hold back anymore, it was too overwhelming. 

Lost in the sea of pleasure, you surrendered yourself completely to him, allowing him to guide you towards the peak of your desires. With each movement, each touch, he brought you closer to the edge, until finally, in a crescendo of ecstasy, you were consumed by a wave of pleasure that washed over you, leaving you breathless and utterly satiated.

As the waves of pleasure subsided and you basked in the afterglow, you couldn't help but marvel at the sheer intensity of the experience. Severus had taken you on a journey of bliss, exploring the depths of your desires and leaving you craving for more. The sensations lingered, etching themselves into your memory, as a testament to the passionate connection you shared in that intimate moment.

You lay there, breathless and content, in the aftermath of the pleasure he had gifted you. The room was filled with an air of satisfaction, a sweet reminder of the intimate bond you and Severus shared.

"Is this ordeal ever going to end?" The sound of Sirius' voice, muffled yet audible through the wall, pierced the post-coital silence of the room. His words hung in the air, a reminder of the intrusion that had interrupted your intimate moment.

Severus rose from his position with deliberate slowness, his gaze fixed on the wall as he wiped his mouth. The evidence of your intense encounter glistened on his lips and chin, and you couldn't help but feel a mixture of satisfaction and amusement at the sight. Your arousal had been so intense that it had left its mark, dampening the fabric of his shirt near his mouth.

An exasperated grunt escaped Severus, a tinge of despair colouring his voice as he rolled his eyes in frustration. The lack of privacy and peace in the house weighed heavily on him, and it was clear that the continuous interruptions were testing his patience. The intrusion from the outside world seemed relentless, disrupting the intimate moments you shared and preventing the tranquillity you both craved.

"Seems like peace and privacy are luxuries we're not allowed to have," he muttered, his annoyance palpable. The words held a sense of resignation, acknowledging the unfortunate reality that seemed to follow you wherever you went. The lack of uninterrupted privacy dampened the mood, casting a shadow over the blissful connection you had just experienced.

You shared a knowing glance with Severus, a mix of amusement and understanding passing between you. Despite the frustrations, you found solace in the fact that you were in this together, navigating the challenges that came with the circumstances.

"I apologise, Sev," you sighed, the frustration evident in your voice. This unexpected series of interruptions had turned your much-anticipated reunion with Severus into a chaotic and disjointed affair.

He leaned in closer, shaking his head in reassurance before planting a tender kiss on your lips. "There's no need to be sorry. It's not your fault," he whispered, his words carrying a soothing tone that eased your worries. The rare smile that graced his lips brought a sense of warmth and comfort.

With a shared understanding, Severus guided you to the task at hand—undressing for bed. His gestures were tender and gentle, a testament to the care and affection he held for you. It was as if the evening's disruptions had reminded him of the need for solace and intimacy, prompting a shift in focus from passion to nurturing comfort.

Together, you helped each other out of your clothes, a silent exchange of support and vulnerability. The intimacy of the moment was not lost, even as the initial plans were derailed. With each touch and movement, there was a shared sense of tenderness and a reaffirmation of the bond you shared.

Finally, dressed in comfortable pyjamas, you prepared for bed side by side. The lingering frustrations of the evening were gradually replaced by a serene acceptance of the present moment. As you settled under the covers, the weight of the interrupted passions gave way to the peaceful anticipation of restful sleep, secure in the knowledge that there would be time for uninterrupted intimacy in the days to come.

Severus embraced you tenderly, his face nestled in the curve of your neck. His nose inhaled deeply as if seeking solace in your scent. His hands traced soothing patterns along your hips, a gesture that conveyed both comfort and a silent promise. "When we return to Hogwarts, I vow to make every evening count," he murmured, his voice filled with determination and a genuine desire to make amends for the interrupted moments.

His words resonated within you, eliciting a heartfelt smile that spoke volumes about your trust in his intentions. You knew that his pledge was not merely a fleeting remark but a sincere commitment to creating cherished memories in the future.

With a surge of emotion, you found yourself uttering the three words that held so much meaning. "I love you," you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude and adoration for the man lying beside you. The weight of those words carried the depth of your appreciation for his presence.

In response, Severus reciprocated your declaration, his deep voice resonating in the dimly lit room. "I love you too, Y/n," he affirmed, his words echoing with sincerity and a tenderness that touched your soul. With those simple yet profound sentiments, you both found solace and reassurance in the unspoken promises of a shared future.

As the room fell into a tranquil darkness, you reached out to switch off the light, allowing the soothing embrace of sleep to envelop you. In that moment, you felt a profound sense of peace, knowing that love had triumphed over the interruptions of the evening, and that your connection with Severus would continue to grow stronger with each passing day.

[pigeon-behavior]

There's a very enjoyable change you can observe over time in your breeding birds.

In my experience, parents are EXTREMELY protective of their first clutch. I know not all pairs are like this, but mine have been. Newt was so protective of his first babies that in his quest to bite me he bit his newborn kid instead - drew blood and everything. I had to run inside for the kwik stop and terramycin.

He came at me with everything he had those first few checks. He was VERY excited about having babies and he was NOT going to let me take them!

Fast forward a few clutches... Newt has done himself some simple observing. And he's noticed that I have not been eating his kids for afternoon snacks.

In fact, he's noticed I come in and offer family meal time in his next box with some of his very favorite food on earth. He doesn't even mind that it's in my hand - it's not like he hasn't eaten from my hand before!

And very quickly he has gone from suspicious and defensive to casual and accepting. I check under him to see his new babies, holding my hand in a position that would prevent him from accidentally biting his own kid, but I don't have to anymore. He's not thrilled, but he's willing to let me look. He knows I give them back.

He also has seen me performing what should be parental duties with his children. I don't know if that's a thought that fully connects in his head, but with the two pairs I bred longer it almost seemed like they had some acceptance of me taking care of their kids.

And, anecdotally, my other breeder friends tell me about how their most established birds sometimes seem like they are relieved when the kids are collected for socialization time. Getting off the nest as the people enter the loft with an air of 'thank god, the babysitter is here.'

It's really hard to say if that's how they view us after a while. But, at the very least, you can see the trust they have with you really grow. I think it is partially desensitization, but I also think it is just simple learning. Instinct says something taking Baby is Dangerous, so panic. But then Baby keeps coming back unharmed! So why stay upset?

Domestic animals are so cool, man. What do you mean that animal is set up to just chillax? Thas crazy....

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Love In The Dark // Ch. 2

Mature Content 18+

Summary: Iris never realized how much she truly depended on her eyesight until it was gone. But it never really stopped her, just another hurdle to jump over in life. Depending on people was never something she got used to, she still attempts to do things herself. Eventually, her roommate and best friend let's her down, but a tall, sandy brown haired aviator catches her.

Rooster x Blind!OC

Warnings: angst, alcohol, deception? I think that's it, if I missed any let me know!

Word Count: 3.7k

Chapter 1 | Masterlist

The next three weeks were awkward. Mandi avoided Iris like the plague and Iris didn't push her. "I still wish you had called me." Emily, Iris' assistant said as she sat on the opposite side of her desk. "I thought about it, but I knew Lucas was in bed." She scoffed. "Josh could've taken care of him if he woke up, or I could've sent Josh to get you. Just please don't take rides from strangers. It's dangerous for anyone, blind or not." Iris bit her lip. "Iris." Emily scolded. "Well he's not a stranger any more!" Emily looks at her in shock. "You still don't know him! What's his real name? Where does he work?" Iris stayed quiet because she didn't have the answers. “Exactly. He's still a stranger so if there is a next time, no matter how late it is, call me?" Iris huffed, sitting back in her executive chair. "Yes mom." She laughed at her just as a notification sounded on Iris' computer. "We have fifteen minutes till our meeting with the Lee's." Iris had just set out some water bottles when Emily brought the Lee's in. "Iris, this is Julia and Hank Lee.” Iris turned towards Emily and gave a wide smile. "Mister and Misses Lee." She took a single step forward and held out her hand. "It's wonderful to meet you." The calloused hand of Hank Lee met hers before the smaller and softer one of Julia. "Why don't we have a seat?" The couple nodded before remembering. "Of course." Hank said. They took their seats as Iris sat across from them. "I have to say, we were nervous to use you." Julia said, and Iris gave her a wide smile. "It's understandable.” They felt relieved at her words. "But we took so many chances with this house, and they've paid off. So we decided we wanted to take one with you." Iris nodded, excitement building in her chest. 

"Well, I really think you'll like what we came up with." Iris turned towards the screen as Emily used her laptop to cast the live prints onto the large tv. Hank and Julia's jaws dropped. "Wha-how. It's beautiful.” Julia gasped. "It's just what we imagined! How did you know?” Iris grinned at them. “You told me what you wanted. I just wrote it all down and I got an image in my head. I described it to Emily and she drew the blueprints. You talked about the house being in the middle of the woods and how you loved natural light so I wanted there to be plenty of windows.” Iris explained and Julia nodded. “You also have a semi open floor plan. So your kitchen is split from the living room, but you only have a divider, not a whole wall.” Iris told them and went over the rest of the floor plans. “We absolutely love it.” Julia said and Iris smiled at them. “I’m glad you do. We strive to ensure that you get everything you want out of these plans.” Emily nodded. “So if you like them, we can go into my office and get some paperwork filled out.” Emily said, standing and Iris joined her. “We’d love to.” Hank said and turned to Iris. “Thank you for making our dreams a reality.” He said, shaking Iris’ hand one last time. “I’m grateful you gave me the opportunity to do it.” She replied and they smiled at her. “This paperwork won’t take long. Follow me.” Emily said, leading the Lee’s out of the conference room. 

By the time Emily dropped Iris at home, she felt exhausted. She punched in the code to the door and walked in. She could hear Mandi in the kitchen so she made her way upstairs, opting to shower before she did anything else. She set her purse down and gathered some comfy clothes to take into the bathroom. As she stepped out of her room she heard footsteps. “Iris?” Mandi spoke, standing at the top of the stairs. “Yes?” Iris asked. “Um, I made dinner.” She said and Iris raised a brow in her direction. “Okay.” She said and Mandi sighed. “Can we talk at dinner?” She asked and Iris stilled for a moment before nodding. “Sure.” She said before disappearing into the bathroom, leaving Mandi standing alone in the hallway. After her shower Iris towel dried her hair before slipping into some pajamas and making her way downstairs. 

“Smells good.” She said as she slowly approached the kitchen. Mandi nodded, smiling at Iris as she pulled the pasta off the stove. “It’s your favorite.” Iris gave her a small smile, feeling very odd at their current situation. “Creamy Italian Sausage Pasta?” She asked and Mandi nodded. “Yeah, why don’t you go sit down. I’ve already put some wine on the table.” Iris nodded and made her way to the table. Once she sat down she slowly reached for the wine bottle, the cold glass meeting her hand as she wrapped her fingers around the neck of the bottle. She pulled her glass close, touching the bottle to the glass and turning it up. “Stop.” Mandi said and Iris smiled, stopping. “Did you let me pour your kind of glass or my kind of glass?” She asked. “Your kind. It’s practically full.” She said and Iris chuckled. Soon Mandi put food on their plates and they started eating. “I want to apologize.” Mandi interrupted and Iris stopped eating, a little surprised by Mandi’s words. “Thank you.” Iris said, wiping her mouth with her napkin. “It was very selfish and very wrong of me to do what I did, and to react the way I did as well.” She said and Iris sat there quietly, unsure of what to say. “You left me stranded, Mandi.” Iris said when she found her words. Mandi nodded, acknowledging her words. “I know, and Iris, you have no idea how bad I feel.” Mandi said and she saw Iris fold into herself. Mandi saw Iris do this many times in college and she knew she was losing Iris’ trust. “Let me make it up to you.” Mandi said catching Iris’ attention. “How?” Iris asked. “Jake, the guy I left with is having a barbecue tomorrow and he invited me.” She said and Iris sighed. “Invited you not me.” Iris specified. She didn’t want to be the person who crashed the party. She was not explicitly invited so she wouldn’t go. “Oh come on Iris! It’ll be fun and I’ll tell you what, I will text Jake right now and ask him.” Mandi said and Iris sighed. “As long as he says it’s okay.” Iris said, propping her chin on her fist. “You know how awkward it is when you aren’t invited.” Mandi thought back to college and all of the parties she crashed. But it was never awkward. Mandi grabbed her phone and text Jake quickly. She thought it would be a while before she heard from him but she was shocked when he texted her back immediately. 

‘I thought you said she was annoying?’ 

Mandi pursed her lips. She did say that, didn’t she. Iris did get on her nerves when she needed her, but that wasn’t often. Mandi really was a bad friend last weekend and she needed to make it up to Iris.

‘She can be. But she’s been down for a few days and I think it would make her feel better.’

They made small talk through dinner until Jake texted back. “He said it’s okay.” Mandi said, smiling at Iris who still looked uncomfortable. “What time do I need to be ready tomorrow?” She asked. “He said to be there by one, so like twelve-thirty.” Iris nodded, getting up and grabbing her plate. “Oh, I got it.” Mandi said, standing and taking the plate. “I can help you clean up.” Iris tried to offer but Mandi shook her head. “No, I got it.” She said and took the plate from Iris’ hands. “Okay. I’m just gonna go upstairs and dry my hair.” Mandi nodded, turning for the kitchen. “Okay! Goodnight!” She said and Iris headed upstairs. Iris thought about Mandi’s invite. Usually Mandi just went to these things alone. She’s invited Iris to these things before and she’s gone but it’s been a few years since that happened. Now they do their own things now, not needing to be with each other all the time anymore. So it felt odd that Mandi wanted her to go. After Iris dried her hair, she called Emily. “Hey.” Emily said and Iris flopped on her bed. “Tell me if this is weird.” Iris said and Emily chuckled. “Ooh! I love this game!” Emily said. “Mandi invited me to a barbecue tomorrow, hosted by the guy she left with when she abandoned me at that bar.” Iris was startled by the noise that came from the other side of the phone. “No way.” Iris nodded. “What did you say?” She asked and Iris sighed, climbing under her covers. “I told her I'd go.” She said and could practically feel the disappointment from the other side of the phone. “Really?” 

“Yeah, she texted him and everything and he said I could come.” Iris wanted to go, to give Mandi the chance to prove that Iris could trust her, but she also didn’t want to go, scared it would just be a repeat. “After last time I don’t know how I feel about you going out with her. I’m not your mom, and I can’t tell you what to do but please call me if you need me. I’d feel better knowing you would call me if something happened.” Emily said and Iris nodded. “I will.” She said. “I guess I’m gonna go to bed. The last few weeks have made me so exhausted, mentally and emotionally.” Iris said, rolling onto her back. “Okay, well keep me updated. I have your location so if you need me, I’ll come get you, okay?” Iris nodded. “Okay, goodnight Em.” With that they both hung up and Iris put her phone on the charger before laying on her back again. She faced the ceiling, nerves making her stomach roll. She would know nobody there besides Mandi, and if Mandi left her stranded again that was it. She would tell Mandi she’d have to find somewhere else to live. A part of Iris felt like she should’ve told Mandi that the first time, and maybe she should have, but she knew Mandi could be a good person. Mandi just had to prove it to her.

The next day, Iris made sure she was ready early. Denim shorts, a white tank top and a sage button down seemed good enough for a barbecue. It was simple and casual. Iris left her hair down, but made sure a clip was in her purse in case she got hot later. “Alexa, what time is it?” Iris asked and the device answered her. “The time is twelve oh five p.m.” She nodded, making sure she had her phone and everything before making her way downstairs to wait on Mandi. Mandi usually takes a while to get ready so Iris turned on the book she had been listening to to pass the time. Soon half an hour goes by of Iris sitting on the couch before Mandi finally makes her way downstairs. “Is that what you're wearing?” Mandi asked and Iris rolled her eyes before turning off her book and standing. “Is there a problem with what I’m wearing?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. “No! It’s cute, just very casual.” Mandi said quickly. “Well what are you wearing?” Iris asked as she made her way towards the front door. “Oh, just a dress and some heels.” Typical Mandi. Always dressed to the nines wherever she goes.”Cute.” Iris said as Mandi grabbed her purse and followed after her. “Thanks.” With that they walked out the door and towards Mandi’s Infinity. 

Things felt like they were normal in the car. Like they were back to being best friends and Iris enjoyed it. It gave her hope that things could go back to how they were. Iris didn’t want to lose Mandi as a best friend, but she couldn’t keep her as one if she couldn’t trust her with something as simple as taking her home from a place she dragged her too. Once they arrived Iris slid out of the car, walking towards the front of the car to wait on Mandi. “You feeling okay?” Mandi asked as she walked towards Iris, gently linking her arm with Iris’. “A little nervous, but I’m okay for the most part.” Iris told her and Mandi nodded. “It’ll be okay.” She said, gently squeezing Iris’ arm as they walked up to the front door. Mandi could see in through the glass door and she noticed everyone was out back so she rang the doorbell. 

Within a few seconds, Jake’s head peeked out of the kitchen and smiled when he saw Mandi. He used a towel to wipe off his hands and walked towards the door. “Hey come on in.” He said as he pushed the glass door open. Mandi let Iris go in first before she followed. “Hi darlin’.” Jake said, leaning in and kissing Mandi’s cheek. “Hi Jake.” She said before turning to Iris. “Jake, this is my friend Iris. Iris, this is Jake.” Iris immediately stuck her hand out, allowing Jake to meet her in the middle. “It’s nice to meet you.” She said and he nodded, observing the girl who still had her sunglasses on. “It’s nice to meet you too.” He responded. “Well I’m just finishing up some of the food, everyone else is outside. I'll introduce you.” He said, leading Mandi and Iris out the back door and onto the large deck. “Hey guys, most of you probably remember Mandi.” He said and she waved as everyone greeted her. “And this is her roommate, Iris.” He said and Iris gave a small wave as well. “Make yourselves comfortable. I’ll be back.” With that, Jake turned around, kissing Mandi before he went back inside. “Hi guys.” Mandi said, walking with Iris over towards the long table where everyone else was. “Hey Mandi, good to see you're still around.” Coyote said as he pulled two chairs out. “Yeah, he can’t get rid of me that easily.” Mandi said. “So Iris, is it?” Coyote asked, catching the woman's attention. “Yeah and you are?” She asked, listening to his voice closely. “Javy, but everyone calls me Coyote.” He said and Iris held out her hand and he shook it. “Nice to meet you Coyote.” 

Everyone at the table introduced themselves and Iris listened very closely to their voices, hoping she could keep from mixing them up. So far she has pinpointed three women minus Mandi and many, many men. “I’m gonna go grab a drink, want anything?” Mandi asked Iris and she faced Mandi. Normally she’d be opposed to Mandi drinking, but Iris wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt. “Um yeah, anything with vodka.” Mandi smiled at her and nodded before getting up and going inside. “So Iris, what do you do?” The woman who introduced herself as Halo asked. “Oh I have an interior design business.” She said and Penny sat up. “Really?” Penny asked and Iris nodded, facing her. “I do.” She said. “I have been considering remodeling my house and I have some ideas but I’ve been needing some help.” Penny said and she nodded. “Sure, just get with me later and I’ll give you my card and we can schedule an appointment.” She said. She didn’t want to tell everyone just yet that she was blind. She found that letting people get to know her before she told them was the better way to go. 

Rooster huffed as he pulled into Jake’s driveway. He had been here all of ten minutes before Jake asked him to go back out and get two bags of ice. Of course it was also a weekend where everyone else in southern California needed ice. Rooster hauled the two bags inside and glared at Jake as he walked into the kitchen. “I went to four different gas stations and three grocery stores for these bags of ice, so pay up.” He said as he set the bags in the two coolers Jake set out. Jake just laughed and pulled out his wallet, handing Rooster a twenty for the gas. “Thanks for getting them man, I really do appreciate it.” Rooster just nodded, stuffing the twenty into his own wallet. “Want me to put the beers in?” He asked and Jake nodded, "Do you mind?” Rooster shook his head and headed for the garage where he knew all the cases of beer were. “Oh, sorry!” A feminine voice said as he swung the door open and almost ran into her. Rooster stopped for a second and stared at the woman before it all clicked in his head. “Hey, you’re uh Mandi right?” He asked, stepping past her in the doorway. “Yeah, Rooster right?” He nodded. It was weird seeing her sober. But all he could think about was her roommate and how she just left her at the bar with no way home. “Yeah.” He muttered before turning away from her and grabbed the cases. 

When he walked back into the house he caught a glimpse of everyone on the back deck, and he froze when he saw a familiar face. “Who’s the other drink for?” Jake asked Mandi. “Iris. She said anything with vodka and she loves a good vodka soda.” She said as she made her drink. Bradley heard Iris’ name and his heart sped up. “What the hell?” He muttered to himself. “I thought she didn’t drink?” Jake asked and Mandi shook her head. “She does occasionally. It’s not something she does often so it’s nice to see her letting loose a little.” Mandi said as she started on her own drink. “As long as she doesn’t start clinging to you because I have plans for you later.” Jake said as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Rooster rolled his eyes at them before he looked back outside and saw Iris laughing at something Payback had said. “She won’t. She’ll relax, I’ll take her home and then I’ll come back.” Mandi said. “You could just get her an uber.” Jake said and Rooster scoffed to himself. “No. I left her stranded that night I went home with you, and this is me making it up to her.” She said and Jake sighed.

 “Well why don’t we go upstairs for like five minutes-” Bradley had heard enough and cut Jake off. “I don’t want to hear any of that.” He said, making a disgusted face at them. “I’m going to put the beers in the cooler and then go outside with everyone else.” He said, immediately pulling the beers out and putting them into the cooler. Once he was done he turned for the door but stopped and turned back to Mandi. “Can I have that?” He asked and she furrowed her brows. “Um why?” She asked, picking up the drink and holding it close. “It’s okay, darlin’. Rooster’s cool.” He said and Mandi visibly relaxed. “Wait, Rooster…” Mandi thought to herself, closing her eyes before she opened them and looked at him. “That’s right. You brought Iris home that night I left the bar with Jake.” She said and Jake turned to him. “What?” He asked, thoroughly confused. “I did.” Rooster bit back the venom he wanted to spew at her and Mandi could tell. “Um yeah, she’ll appreciate you bringing it to her.” She said, handing him the drink. “Thanks.” He muttered, turning for the back door. 

“Hangman is a great guy and he does like Mandi, he can just be real cock sure sometimes and he comes off as an asshole sometimes.” Phoenix said to Iris who nodded. Iris was asking about Jake because she wasn’t so sure about him. But Phoenix definitely made her feel better. Iris felt someone pull out the chair next to her and sit down. “One vodka soda extra lime for the lady.” Iris immediately recognized that voice. She could pinpoint it anywhere in a crowd because it was so distinct. She turned to face him, a large smile on her face. “Rooster.” She said and he smiled at her. “Hi I-oof.” He was caught off guard when she sat up, pulling him into a tight hug. He squeezed her back smelling her lavender and sage soap. “How’ve you been?” She asked, pulling away. “Good. Kind of kicking myself for not getting your number.” He said and he was glad she couldn’t see him because a blush crept up his neck, almost matching the one on her own cheeks. “Well you can definitely have my number.” She said and Rooster smiled at her. “I’m sorry, am I missing something here?” Phoenix asked and Rooster nodded. “The night Mandi left with Jake, Rooster took me back to my place since Mandi was supposed to be my ride.” She said and Phoenix’s eyebrows shot up, looking at Rooster. 

“Oh? And how did that go?” She asked. “Pretty good, he was sweet enough to wait till he heard me lock my door before walking away.” Iris said, her hand reaching out and resting on his arm and she grinned at him. Man, Rooster was so glad she couldn’t see what she was doing to him. “I didn’t think you heard that.” He admitted and Iris giggled at him. “Of course I heard it, and it was really sweet Rooster.” He’d been a mess the last three weeks, wondering how to get back in touch with her. He certainly didn’t want to show up at her house unannounced. “Um Rooster is my callsign in the navy. My name is actually Bradley. Bradley Bradshaw.” Iris laughed loudly as she slowly grabbed her drink from where he placed it in front of her. “Bradley Bradshaw? Did your parents want you to get picked on your whole life?” She asked before taking a sip and Rooster chuckled as he smiled. Oh yeah, he had to get her number.

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[daisyblog]

When Three Becomes Four

Harry's House Masterlist Summary: Oliver becomes a big brother.

Oliver: Aged 3

2015. It was certainly a year to remember. From One Direction's stadium tours, touring with a two year old, Zayn leaving the band, Baby Styles number two on their way, One Direction deciding to take a break - a hiatus they said - to celebrating Oliver's third birthday.

As much as YN had enjoyed touring with the band, watching them grow bigger and bigger each time, and watching Oliver soak up every moment and watch his Daddy and uncles sing and dance each night. She was relieved when they had decided to take a break, because touring with a baby and toddler was just not ideal.

It had been two days since the boys performed their last performance on The X Factor. It was an emotional day - YN watched as each of the boys took in the bittersweet moment. They had been non-stop busy for five years. Flying from one country to the other. performing night after night. They loved it, but they deserved a break.

Like when they were expecting Oliver, YN and Harry had chosen not to find out the gender of the baby. They would often sit in the evenings when Oliver was sleeping and discuss what they thought their second born would be.

Cuddled up on the sofa, YN's leg covering Harry's - his hand placed on her growing bump. Taking them back a few years ago to when Oliver was in there. Except the few changes, Harry's hair was long, YN had also decided to dye her hair a lighter colour and Oliver was now here, sleeping soundly upstairs.

"I think we're having a girl" Harry spoke out loud, his hand moving in soft motions against YN's bump. A big grin covering his face, dimples popping out.

"Why?" YN asked, feeling calm as Harry's hand drew circles against her skin. She could feel herself slowly starting to be pulled into sleep at the relaxing motion.

"Dunno...just got the feeling ya know" Harry began to explain "And I think she's going to look like you..literally your double..but with my personality-"

"So she's going to be sassy and a diva" YN joked, a little giggle leaving her lips. Harry tried to act hurt but the laugh fell from his lips.

"Yeh..'cause Ollie's my double but he's got your calm and quieter ways"

Anne and Robin had come to stay, like they had when Oliver's due date was near. They had offered to take Oliver out for a little walk and play in the park to give YN some time to rest.

"Peas mummy..I go to ark with Gama and Gampa?" Oliver's little pleads could be heard as he stared up at her with his father's eyes. And the little mispronunciations were just so adorable. How could anyone say no?

YN chuckled as he bounced up and down in excitement, repeating "peas" over and over. "Of course you can Olls..go and get your shoes please".

"Oh Mum..watch him on the road, he's started running off..and don't push him too high on the swings, he doesn't like it..also there's a really big slide there that we don't let him go on 'cause he'll try and go on it-" Harry's rambling was interrupted by YN.

"Harry..babe..calm down, Olls will be fine with your Mum and Robin" YN reassured Harry as he ran his fingers through his long hair, giving it a little shake.

"Yeh..I know..sorry..I just worry" Oliver's loud footsteps were heard as he ran back into the room, now wearing his shoes. In the last few months, he has become really independent and wants to do a lot for himself.

"Harry..he'll be fine..I promise I'll keep you updated the whole time" Anne reassured her son, rubbing his arm slightly to comfort him. "C'mon then little man..let's go and have some fun" Anne spoke to Oliver as she helped him to put his coat and hat on.

"Gama?" Oliver's little voice spoke, as Anne kneeled down in front of him. Zipping up his coat, feeling a sense of deja vu as she remembers doing the exact same thing with Harry.

"Yes my darling" Anne looked up into the little green eyes staring back at her. Innocent, sweet and the image of his father.

She loves Gemma and Harry, they are her babies and always will be. She even loves YN like a daughter. But there was something about a grandchild. It was special and a feeling like no other, especially when Oliver spoke the next few words. "I wuv you".

Robin smiled at the scene in front of him, knowing how much those words would mean to his wife. Harry and YN looked at eachother with proud smiles, their eyes communicating for them. Being in the biggest boyband and becoming a young Dad, Harry received some negative comments, YN too. But looking at their little boy now, polite, kind and loving, they couldn't be any prouder of him or themselves for raising him into the sweet boy he is.

Anne rubs her finger across Oliver's little cheek "I love you too my sweet boy..more than all the stars in the sky", before pulling him into a tight cuddle.

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Anne, Robin and Oliver had left about half hour ago. Anne had already sent a photo and a video of Oliver running around the park and laughing as he went down the slide with Robin catching him at the bottom.

After half hour of fixing things around the house, and making the most of a busy toddler being out of the house. The couple find themselves lounging on the sofa, a random film playing in the background.

YN wasn't sure if it was her hormones, the fact that being intimate was pretty much nonexistent whilst pregnant, touring the world and looking after a toddler or if it was the effect Harry had always had on her. But sneaking a look at Harry, especially with his hair tied back into a bun, she could feel her tummy start to flutter. She craved him.

Making a bold move, she moved so her knees were either side of his thighs and she carefully placed herself on his lap. Harry was taken by surprise but his hand naturally landed on her hips. "Uh..hi", a giggled escaped his lips, feelings a blush creep up onto his cheeks.

YN didn't reply, not with words anyway. She leaned down and captured his lips with his. It was urgent, rushed and messy. Their lips didn't break, both afraid to waste another moment. Harry hands wandered from her hips to her thighs to her bottom. YN's hands wandered from Harry's neck, to the back of his head, to trying to run them through his long locks.

As their actions become needier and they craved more form eachother, YN urged Harry to lie down. Not breaking apart. "Fuck, I've missed this" Harry spoke against her lips.

"Mhmm" YN agreed, lost for words as Harry left small kisses up her neck, knowing that was her weakness. Their hands still wandering around eachother's bodies, pulling and grabbing.

Just as Harry was going to make the next move, he felt a warm liquid between them, making him stop his movements. Snapping back into reality, as YN's bump sat between them, he'd realised what may have happened. But Harry being Harry, he couldn't resist making a joke. "Either you're very wet for me...you've pissed yourself...or your water's have gone".

YN took a frustrated sigh, slightly annoyed that of all the times her water's could have broken, it was when they were finally alone and trying to make the most of it. "I just wanted some sex..was that too much to ask?" a slight playfulness could be heard.

Harry threw his head back, feeling amused but aware of the large problem sat in his shorts. "Told ya..it's a little girl and she's gonna keep us busy, and clearly stop me from getting any".

"I guess it's time to have a baby" YN smiled down at Harry, him mimicking her grin.

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It was like the minute YN's waters broke, the cramps and contraction came in full force. They had stayed at home for as long as possible. Harry had phoned his Mum to explain the situation and they agreed it may have been best for them to take Oliver to Gemma's to stay whilst they were still at home.

YN was holding onto the chair, in their kitchen. Swaying her hips back and forth, trying to ease the pain as she breathed through the contraction. Harry right behind her, a lot more relaxed this time around, knowing what to expect. He rubbed circles on her back, trying to provide some comfort.

"They're getting closer together..I think we should head to the hospital now" Harry suggested as he looked down at his phone, where he had been timing each contraction, noticing how sooner they were coming.

Harry gathered all their hospital bags, including the babies, and packed them into the car. When they arrived at the hospital, noticing how YN was hunched over in pain, trying her best to breathe through yet another contraction, she was wheeled into a private labour room by a midwife.

They had arrived an hour ago. YN was now wearing a hospital gown, whilst she laid on the bed. Harry sat to her side, holding her hand that wasn't clasping onto to the gas and air. She took in a large amount of gas and air as she felt another contraction hit.

"You're doing so well YN..keep going and you should have a baby by tonight" the midwife, Sophie spoke as she looked on at the scene in front of her.

Harry was taken back, when YN turned to him with a scowl, "You're not coming near me again...I can't do this fucking pain again", as she began to breathe in the gas and air. He was confused, only a few hours ago she was straddling him and wanting to be intimate.

Like the midwife read his mind, "Don't take it personally, we hear that quite a lot..she's in a lot of pain and doesn't mea-"

"I do mean it" YN managed to get out, as she went back to the gas and air, fighting the pain.

The next few hours involved, many more contractions, lots of gas and air, YN changing into different position, Harry rubbing her back and whispering words of encouragement each time as she worked through the pain.

It was around 10:32pm, when a stronger contraction hit, causing YN to cry out in pain. "I-I...I think I...I need to push". She had done it once before, she knew the feeling. Sophie, the midwife, lifted the hospital gown and could clearly see the babies head.

"You're doing amazing YN...keep listening to your body and soon you'll have your beautiful baby in your arms" Sophie encouraged as she began to gather the essential ready for the baby's arrival. Harry held onto YN's hand, and brushing the hair away from her face, leaving a small peck on her head.

At 11:10pm, YN pushed for the last time. A loud piercing cry filled the room. Tears flowed down YN and Harry's cheeks at the sound of their baby entering the world on the 15th of December 2015. Harry leaned down, leaving a kiss on YN's forhead.

"I love you so much...you're amazing" Harry spoke into YN's ear, still amazed at how women could do such a wonderful thing, as bring life into the world. "Thank you for the best gifts in life".

Interrupting their moment, Sophie spoke as she placed the newborn onto YN's bare chest, encouraging the skin to skin contact. "Congratulations Mummy and Daddy..meet your beautiful baby girl".

A baby girl. Proving Harry right, she had her mother's eyes, turned up nose and petite lips. The mini version of YN. It was in that moment as they both sat and stared at the little baby laying on YN's chest, that they knew their family was now complete.

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It was the next afternoon, YN was resting in bed, a white blanket covering her body. Harry was sat on the chair next to the bed cuddling their daughter as she had just finished a bottle of milk. The door squeaked open, Anne peeping around as Oliver ran in straight toward his Mummy.

"Mummy!"

"Careful with Mummy Olls" Harry stepped in as he saw his son run and jump up on the bed, clearly he had missed her. He smiled as Oliver wrapped his arms around YN's neck and YN leaving small kisses to his cheek, before signalling his family to enter.

Anne took in the scene of her son holding his daughter in his arms. A rush of emotions hit her. Her second born, holding his second born. She quickly snapped a photo of the two, before going over and giving YN a quick cuddle and checking she was okay.

"Come and meet your sisters Ollie" Harry spoke. Oliver reluctantly moving from his mother side, and walking slowly towards them. He looked at the little baby in his father's arms, slowly bringing up his finger to touch his sister's hand.

"Baby?" His sweet voice spoke "My baby?". Making everyone chuckle at the innocence and the loving side of the little boy shining through.

"Yeh..she's your baby sister..do you want to know her name?" Harry asked, his mini him staring back with wide eyes, nodding eagerly. Anne, Robin and Gemma's ears listening intently, desperate to know the name of their new granddaughter and niece. "Emilie Lily Styles".

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ynln Emilie Lily Styles 🧸💗 15/12/2015 View all 10,822 comments

gemmastyles Luckiest Auntie in the world 💙💗

annetwist My beautiful family is growing ❤️ I love you all very much xx

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ynln Love you all 💙💗💙💗

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[augustjustice]

It's What's Inside!!!! is good!!!

It really is!!! I got the chance to watch it Friday, I've just had a crazy hectic weekend so couldn't respond until now. But I really, really liked it, and I'm so happy you did too! So relieved to have a good bodyswap flick that isn't afraid to do some cool things with the premise.

Some spoilery thoughts below the cut:

You mentioned this in your liveblogging of it, but I really liked the editing style here and how it drew attention to itself! The freneticness of it did a great job capturing both the imitation of social media they were at times going for and also some of the chaos of the premise as it went off the rails in the latter half. And I thought they did a great job depicting what anxiety can be like with some of the filmic techniques they used, which I know the director has spoken about wanting to tap into with this movie.

Some of those tricks especially worked well with the bodyswapping concept! I liked the moments when the camera peeled back the layers to reveal "who was inside." At the time when they didn't show Forbes, I thought they were just playing 4D chess with us, keeping who was who somewhat concealed. That worked really well looking back with the eventual Beatrice reveal at the end.

The way the film layered in roleplaying/desire to be someone else was deftly handled, I felt. I think it was smart to kind of anchor the movie in Shelby and Cyrus's relationship troubles with his continued fixation on Nikki being at the center of it. The entire friend group's dynamic being so messy with many of them clearly still romantically and sexually hung up on each other really heightened everything, and it also opened up some interesting questions about physical vs. romantic desire. Like, the fact that Cyrus was obsessed with Nikki regardless of "what was inside" (🥁) is...telling. I also thought it was fantastic to have a film acknowledge race as a complicated component of identity when it comes to bodyswapping! Gender is often played with in this trope, but that was the first time I had seen media try to tackle that element of things.

One thing I liked the most about the movie is that the events had real consequences. I've never seen a piece of media actually engage with the question of what would happen if someone else died while inside your body, so it was exciting to see that tackled and to have an ending without a neat resolution. It leaves you as a viewer to ponder their fates and what happens after this, which I really appreciated.

Also, brief shout out to the acting! Of course that's always pivotal in these movies, but the cast did a stellar job of telegraphing who was who even when those characters were trying to conceal their identities from each other.

Overall, fantastic movie! Definitely going into my rewatch list of bodyswapping films.

[thecameronchronicles]

Selfish

TW: Smut. Angst/arguments. Language. 

SUMMARY: Sarah’s reaction after finding you, her best friend, with her brother. 

WORD COUNT: 1100

REQUESTED

Anonymous asked:

Sarah walking in on reader (her best friend) and rafe and she gets mad because why would you date rafe after she told you how bad he is and why would he date her best friend but you get mad at her too and before Rafe can defend you you tell her she’s being selfish and that it’s her fault that she started hanging out with rafe because she hasn’t seen her at all since she started dating John b and rafe is like yeah fuck you sarah and enjoying seeing her gf mad at his sister and he thinks is kinda hot

Selfish

The way he felt pistoning in and out of your sobbing sex was enough to ignore the warnings made against him from his sister and your best friend, Sarah. You weren’t a stranger to his reputation for being intense and reckless, but it was also a large part of what it was that drew you to him to begin with. The sensation of his breath stealing your own through self-serving kisses had eradicated the wrath you knew he could harbor behind those same fingers now rushing over your curves as he sunk himself deeper inside of you. 

“You feel so good, baby…” He groaned into your shoulder as your nails ate into his while you brought him further into you. Your bodies came together in a perfect collision of need and relinquishment, one folding as the other consumed. It always existed this way as you seemed to truly feed off of one another in every circumstance, but no more than when nude and driven solely by lust. 

His nails ran down your back as you rocked against his hips as those eager fingers now wrapped at the back of your neck. 

“You’re gonna make me come…” He grunted, “you feel too good…”

“Don’t I always?” You teased. 

“Yeah,” He groaned, fingers tightening into your skin. “But this time it’s gonna be-”

“What the actual fuck?!” Sarah’s voice boomed behind you as Rafe was quick to ignore and allow his annoyance to broadcast over his face as you felt a twinge of guilt when seeing the betrayal in her expression. But you couldn’t deny how a part of you was relieved she finally knew.

“After I told you to stay away from him? God, are you that desperate to get fucked that you’ll just take it from anyone?” Rafe went to defend you, but you would beat him to the punch, climbing off of his lap and wrapping yourself in the sheets, as he dressed behind you. 

“I have a right to be with who I want, just like you do with John B-”

“What does this have to do with him?!”

“If not for you ignoring me this last summer,” You motion between you and Rafe, “THIS might never have happened. But it has, so just get over it, Sarah-”

“You have no idea what I’ve been through-”

“It’s ALWAYS about you. I keep trying to be a friend-”

“Yeah some friend, fucking my brother behind my back.”

“You’re just selfish, Sarah. Thinking that you are the only one who can be happy-”

“HE makes you happy? What? With the lines of cocaine or threatening me and my friends?”

“God, do you hear yourself? It’s always about you!”

“Just fuck off, Sarah.” Rafe groaned, his hands pulling you back towards him at the edge of the bed as you were taken into his lap. The shameless display of care and sensuality made her even more enraged. 

“Then don’t expect me to give a shit when he breaks your heart.”

“I wasn’t because he won’t.” You shot back as she shook her head. 

“You two are perfect together. Both idiots.”

“Fuck you Sarah!” You finally spat. “I’m so tired of you always tearing me down and dictating my life. I was there through John B, Topper, even the ones before them. I have given up dates and weekends-happiness all to be a good friend and I’m actually happy and you tear at it because you know you and John B are doomed!”

“You have no idea-”

“I don’t? How far do you think it’s gonna go when the excitement wears off and reality sets in? You don’t belong on The Cut and he doesn't belong in Figure Eight. You will go off to college and meet someone else and he’ll hold you back and you’ll let him. Don’t be pissed off because the world stopped revolving around you, Sarah. And grow up…” You managed to walk her into the hallway outside of Rafe’s room as you spoke. “Now if you’ll excuse me, you interrupted something-” You shut the door, locking it this time, before turning to find Rafe standing in the center of the room. 

“Get the fuck over here…” He groaned as his words and expression had taken you completely off guard. “Get on the bed. Hands and knees right fucking now…”

“That turn you on, Rafe?”

He forced your hand to his cock, feeling him at attention for you once again. 

“Ass. Up. Now.” You bit your bottom lip, dropped the sheets, and crawled before him. A single slap to your left cheek would make you gasp before you felt him return to his home between your thighs. 

“So fucking sexy all proud to be mine. Let her fucking hear it.” He ordered as he pulled your hair so your face was no longer buried in the pillows in front of you. 

“YES! RAFE! DON’T STOP! DON’T FUCKING STOP!”

“Yeah baby? You wanna come on my cock, right?”

“I’M SO CLOSE!” You belted as he scoffed behind you. 

“I can feel how close, baby. Let me have it…come on sweetheart…let me fucking have it.” You nodded, a series of groans, grunts, and pleas leaving your lips as he brought you to that edge, just as your body served as his outlet. And yet, as you expected him to pull himself out to face you, he only pulled you to his chest. 

“You’re gonna squirt for me baby…I’m not stopping until you’re fucking shaking-”

“I already am…”

“If you can still talk, still walk, then I’m not done…I want all of you, all spent out for me. Call me selfish…” He shrugged, finding irony in his words as this had been one of the warnings she had offered you, only realizing that all of those threats she made had only been in your benefit. A benefit he used thoroughly, frequently, and with a continuously satisfying result…

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The Scottish Princess, Finan x Reader, Part 8

Warning: Mature. MINORS DNI. Mentions of violence, sexual themes.

As soon as Conall’s lifeless body hit the ground, the guardsmen loosened their hold on Uhtred and Sihtric just slightly enough for them to harshly shove the guards away and run to Finan, who was knelt down to his knees on the ground, his face in one of his hands.

The men knelt down close to him, Uhtred wrapping his arms around Finan to allow him to sob into his shoulder while Sihtric pried Finan’s sword out of his trembling hand. Osferth then came running, kneeling down to embrace the others.

At this moment you were still a shadow in the crowd, your hands trembling and goosebumps still lining your arms as you gazed at the two dead bodies on the ground. You held no remorse for them…you were simply in shock. Your father was silent until he trudged toward Uhtred’s men, standing over them as they remained on the ground. Your father drew his sword, pointing it to Finan who was now being lifted up from the ground by Uhtred and Sihtric, before shouting to the guardsmen in the crowd of hushed faces.

“Behold, the rightful King of the North!” He shouted, and paused for a moment before speaking again. “Long live the King!”

He said it repeatedly until it became a chant amongst the crowd, one which echoed the grounds of Saltwic.

“Long live the King!!!” Uhtred shouted, shaking Finan senseless with excitement as the other men joined in, jumping up and down and yelling at the top of their lungs with their swords and seaxs being raised. It was then that your nerves settled enough to witness the gravity of the situation, joining in with the chants with such pride and love that you could hardly contain your heart from bursting into flames.

Finan suddenly came out of his battle stricken haze and became panicked, his eyes wide and searching the crowd for you. Once he laid eyes upon you, he ran to you and grabbed you up with such force that he nearly knocked you over before fiercely bringing his lips to yours, not daring to let you go as he cupped your face and looked you over, worried for your current state and relieved when he saw that you were just fine. He kissed you like it was the last time he would.

“Long live the King!”

“Long live the King!”

Aethelflaed joined in with the chants as she stood next to her father, though King Alfred did not, only bearing witness to the ever growing excitement of the crowd and of Uhtred’s men. He now held some semblance of respect for Finan after witnessing such a brutal victory, but the look on his face was that of indifference. His contempt for him endured, perhaps stronger now that Finan had earned his glory.

Constantin came over to the two of you and waited a few moments for your heated passion to fade, and when it didn’t, he cleared his throat to get your attention which startled you from each other. You both turned to face him, not breaching each other's grasp.

“Finan, your father would be just as proud as I am this day,” he said softly, “Will you accept the royal title?”

Finan looked to you first, searching your eyes for an answer. You giggled and shoved him a bit, nodding your head yes eagerly. He bit his lip and met your father’s gaze again.

“I will, Lord King,” Finan said with a nod, “If you’ll allow your daughter to be my Queen.”

Constantin laughed and pulled Finan from you, taking him into his arms for an embrace and shaking him. “That can be arranged, lad!!” 

Even though your happiness was otherworldly in this moment, you realized how much blood had transferred to you from Finan’s embrace and you urgently grabbed him again, searching for fatal wounds.

“It’s alright, lady! It’s only the one on my arm. And perhaps a few other wee cuts on the rest of my body,” Finan chuckled, “I’ll be fine.”

Domnal came over in that moment, introducing himself to Finan as your cousin, the Prince, and the leader of your father’s guard and warriors.

“I have to say, lad… that was the best fight I have ever seen,” Domnal said, “I was worried ya wouldn’t make it, until I saw you finish the champion. You are a true warrior.” 

Finan chuckled and patted Domnal’s arm in gratitude. “Do ya think me worthy of this beautiful angel, then?”

Domnal laughed, giving him a raised brow as he looked at you. “Aye, perhaps you can keep her in check!”

Finan laughed as Domnal embraced him for a hug. Uhtred, Sihtric, and Osferth came over to Finan again, wrapping him in a strong embrace and swaying and singing some sort of battle song that you had no idea the words to, but you loved witnessing their happiness. There they were, your whole family - sprawled out and celebrating in front of you, and you felt relief for the first time in months.

“We feast!!!” Uhtred shouted, Finan being dragged away by him happily as he stumbled from the fatigue.

Amidst the celebratory nature of the crowd, you caught Alfred’s contemplative and unpleased glare. Your father being the perceptive man that he is noticed it as well, and witnessed it as you quickly looked down to avert Alfred’s gaze and rushed to join the others. Constantin took it upon himself to walk over to Alfred who gave him a half smile and a short bow, his previous emotions gone in an instant.

“King Constantin,” Alfred said as he approached.

“King of Wessex,” your father started to say with a nod, “This has not been the journey I expected. But nevertheless, you have my gratitude for summoning us here. I would like my daughter to be betrothed to Finan, and perhaps one of your priests could conduct the ceremony, yes?”

Alfred felt a pain in his chest, a rising anger that made him feel his heartbeat in his ears. “That can be arranged.” He replied, his half smile returning once again.

“Good,” your father chuckled, patting Alfred’s shoulder, making Alfred jump at the strong, forceful pat of his hand. Alfred scowled at your father’s back as he walked away, and excused himself from the crowd as well.

Finan broke away from Uhtred and the other men’s hold, needing to address his wounds and take a moment of calm before joining everyone at the celebrations. Aethelflaed showed the two of you to a room, her servants bringing you both fresh water and cloth for his wounds. You were surprised that he only had a few cuts that needed dressing, but his bruising was substantial already, and you worried for him as you glanced at the deep red and purple bruises on his fair skinned torso.

“Are you alright? Is anything.. broken?” You said as you ran your fingers lightly over a large bruise on his ribs.

“…No, sweetheart. I’m alright,” he said lightheartedly, your soft touches to his skin stirring a heat inside of him. He grabbed your waist suddenly and harshly, pulling you into his body as you chuckled.

“Finan, you need to rest!” You laughed, your hands at his chest and slightly pushing him away.

He chuckled deeply, nuzzling his nose with yours and pulling you even closer. You sighed as he brought his hand to your cheek and his lips to your neck, sucking and biting at the tender flesh and sending goosebumps up and down your arms. He then brought his lips to your ear, his warm breath making your breath hitch as he whispered to you.

“Let me have you, lady. I need you,” he whispered as he searched your eyes. You nodded, pulling him closer to crash your lips together once again.

The heat in your core had already been stirring at his touch, and you would let this man take you at any moment, however he wanted, regardless of the circumstance. You could tell that some of his adrenaline remained from the battle, which sparked your nerves and made you anxiously impatient to receive his battle fevered desire.

Finan rid you of your clothes swiftly, moving on to his as he gazed at you with a deep darkness in his eyes. His grip came down upon you firmly, his hands searching your body until he could no longer wait to sink himself into you. He grabbed you up into his arms, finding a table at the other side of the room and bestowing you upon it, your hand gripping his cock and stroking it as the two of you kissed ferociously.

You moaned into his mouth as you felt two of his fingers stroke against and then breach your wet core, making tantalizingly slow strokes upward to search for the tender spot within. Your whimpers became uncontrollable at his ministrations, as he knew your pleasurable spots well and was generously attentive to your reactions. You felt his cock grow harder in your hand, and Finan bit his lip with a groan and cupped your jaw in his large hand. 

“God, I want you so bad.” He whispered.

You gasped as he entered you, only giving you a second to adjust before giving you a firm pace with his cock, but you were so eager for him that it didn’t matter. You needed him to take you. A loud moan escaped you when he bottomed out, your legs shaking already at the deep stimulation.

Finan smirked. "You like that, princess?"

You nodded with a soft moan, your head tilting back and your eyes rolling back slightly.

 Unbeknownst to you, Alfred had heard your moan from the hallway and took it upon himself to enter the room beside yours. He knew the Saltwic estate well, and knew that many of the rooms had secret areas for spying. As he gazed into your room from a small peephole, the scene before him angered him but his morbid curiosity didn’t allow him to look away.

Finan fucked you relentlessly yet endearingly on the table, your nails digging into his back and his hair as you felt yourself starting to come apart. 

"That's it," Finan groaned, "You're such a good girl for me."

Your whimpers and moans increased with the unyielding pleasure, unable to form your words as you moaned his name. “Finan! Oh my god, I...” 

“I know, sweetheart,” Finan said before letting out a deep moan, biting his lip. “Let it go for me.”

All Finan could think about at that moment was putting a pup in your belly as your walls spasmed around his cock, the spark of your orgasm rippling through your entire body as he groaned at your release. Finan slowed his pace when you fell limp in his arms and captured your mouth in his, stroking your tongue with a deep kiss as he picked you up from the table. He walked you over to lay you gently down on the bed, bringing his hands to cup at your cheeks. Thoughts raced in your head that the rest of your life might look like this and you let out a sigh of relief. He was everything you wanted. Your father loved him and would allow the two of you to marry, a delightful twist of fate that you never imagined could be true.

“Are ya okay?” He whispered, “I don’t mean to be rough with ya.”

You gave him a sweet smile before kissing him again, running your fingers through his hair.

 “Oh God yes, I am just fine,” you giggled, giving him another sweet peck on the lips. “I’m more worried about you. You’re in pain… I can tell.”

“Mm... I’m okay, my sweet girl.” He whispered back, nuzzling your noses together before beginning to thrust in and out of you again, slowly this time. You closed your eyes as you became at loss for words again while Finan whispered praises in your ear and ran his hands over your body wherever he could.

“I love you,” you managed to whisper, Finan interlacing your fingertips with his as he returned the same vow to you, sending you deeper into the realm of complete bliss.

Being a voyeur to your lovemaking enraged Alfred, who stormed out of the room next to you and made haste to his guardsmen to prepare them to ride back to Wessex. Aethelflaed had noticed her father’s behavior, which was seemingly out of place given the celebrations that were starting any minute for Uhtred’s men. Alfred refused to speak to her, and mounted his horse swiftly with Steapa’s assistance before giving him an order. 

“Send word for Earl Haestan to meet us in Winchester.”

Steapa hesitantly nodded, fearing Alfred’s next course of action.

“Better yet… seize her upon nightfall and we will trade her to the Danes.”

Steapa could no longer keep his mouth shut.

“Again?! Lord King, this is madness. I will not do this.”

Alfred glared at him as he raised his voice. “Are you questioning the authority of your King?!”

Steapa shook his head. “Lord King, I beg of you,” he pleaded, “This will start a war.”

“I am aware of the repercussions. A trade will give us an alliance with the Danes.”

Steapa’s eyes grew wide, his frustration evident. “And we should ally ourselves with our enemy?! Lord King, better the Danes be our enemy than all of Scotland and Northern Ireland!”

Alfred looked down in contemplation for a moment. “Steapa, you will do as I command.”

>>> Part 9

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