#finn sweetly

[blossom-blur]

Here's Finn and his friends here.

I'll be making more of TMWOF (The Magical World of Fairyrule) characters like non-main characters but bit more noticeable ones, and villains (but only like 2, 3, or 4 villains) this year. Hopefully. Anyway enjoy! Plz.

[blossom-blur]

OH MY GWOSH THEY LOOK GREAT! XDDD I really do love you drew them in your style, they look very good, actually great! ^^

@blossom-blur

I have made fan art of your characters and today is the day I post all the art of all the characters I have redrawn in my style

I made this the other night so I was really sleepy so it looks really bad 👇🏽

[astearisms]

may you find peace 🌾

[knightelf]

btw we got invited upstairs to have pasta dinner and ben insisted on taking finn along thinking he woukd have a good time reminiscing with the other cat and dog up there. as if we didnt specifically take him because he was so violently unhappy staying with them before

[wife-of-all-dilfs]

hungry eyes | f. odair

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summary: finnick is a great cook, and a chef must taste-test all his meals, mustn’t he? including you.

pairing: finnick odair x fem!reader

warnings: smut, oral (fem receiving), finnick is a munch and a thigh man, praise, swearing, cum swallowing, fingering

notes: i’m so sorry about the long-writing-time-to-short-word-count ratio. i don’t know if i like this ahhh. lmk what y’all think <3

word count: 3.5k

You were passing through the entry room of your house when the front door opened with a slight creak. Stepping through the doorway was Finnick, dressed in a white billowy Henley shirt (he had a few buttons purposely left open and the sleeves were rolled to his elbows) and a pair of dark grey pants. 

His hair was a windswept mess of bronze waves with different strands poking out in various directions, but he somehow made it work. He looked… 

Wow. 

You, on the other hand, were still in your pyjamas, wearing a pair of thin cotton shorts and cosy thigh-high socks. 

As soon as he entered the house, you could tell what kind of mood he was in. Drained. That tended to happen whenever he had to spend the day with his prep team and prepare for an upcoming event in the Capitol. 

His cheerless eyes found yours and you swore a spark of life flickered in them.

“Hey, Finn,” you said. “Are y—oh!” 

Before you could finish, he had wordlessly stepped towards you and collected you in his arms. Your feet left the ground as he picked you up and continued walking further into the house.

“What are you doing?” you gasped.

Your legs curled around his back, your body leaning into his chest so as not to fall backwards. He smelled really nice, like how you imagined sunlight hitting the sea on a warm summer’s day would smell. 

“Making something to eat,” he finally spoke. His eyes briefly flickered to yours. “I’m hungry.”

Well, you did send him off that morning with some of last night’s leftover crab cakes, so he couldn’t have been that hungry. Plus, he was with his prep team. They would’ve had plenty of fancy Capitol-esque food on hand to satiate him.

Weird.

“So that means I don’t get a hello?” you teased.

Finally, a small smile worked its way onto his lips. He leaned forward and pressed his lips sweetly and softly to your own, his hands not-so-sweetly squeezing the plush of your ass as he did.

He pulled back and gave you a mischievous look. “Hi, sweetheart.”

You smiled bashfully in response. “Hi.”

You had passed through the archway into the kitchen, the entire room now being bathed in sunlight from the four o’clock sun. It was the picture of a perfect beach house—driftwood and seashell ornaments, sand-coloured benchtops, and large wooden-framed bay windows.

Finnick set you down on the counter facing the stove, your legs now dangling over the edge. 

“You just had to bring me into the kitchen with you?” you asked.

He was already out of your arms, scouring the cupboards for various ingredients for whatever it was he was planning to cook up. 

“Gotta have something pretty to look at,” he said, throwing a wink over his shoulder.

Warmth crept into your cheeks. “Right. Obviously.”

A comfortable silence settled between you, apart from the clatter of a metal pot being set on the stove and the splashing of various vegetables and chicken stock being thrown into boiling water. Your legs swung lightly as you watched Finnick in quiet admiration. 

Steam wafted into the air, bringing with it a sweet herbaceous smell. You hated to admit it, but Finnick was an unbelievable cook; much better than you were. He was constantly offering to teach you his culinary skills which often led to the two of you spending hours together in the kitchen. Burnt and over-salted meals were a common result. Regardless, you enjoyed the time together.

Sometimes it even led to other things as well… things very unrelated to cooking.

Finnick seemed to hyper-focused on the soup he was stirring; he was being unusually quiet, making you wonder what was going on inside his head. Had something happened during the time he was away?

“How’d you go today?” you asked.

He shrugged his shoulders, humming a vague response.

“Mm,” you copied, wearing a teasing smile.

He shot you a playful look over his shoulder. Then he did something weird. 

His head turned again, and he gave you a double-take, eyes falling from your face and to your legs. Your pyjama shorts had ridden up to the crease where your legs and hips connected, and your thighs were squished together on the counter, the cuff of your thigh-high socks digging into the soft flesh. His eyes flickered to yours once more before he turned back around.

Very weird.

An unexpected wave of goosebumps travelled down your entire body. You swallowed nervously and averted your eyes to your lap. It was absurd how a single look from him could cause you to react so strongly. He had so much power over you.

You crossed your legs, palms flat against the bench top on either side of you for support. The entire room was filled with the sweet aroma of the broth Finnick had made, causing your mouth to water from the mere thought of the warm liquid soaking into your tongue.

He lifted the pot from the stove and turned it off, scooping the contents into two bowls. However, when he turned around and walked over to you, he was only holding one.

“Just glad to be home with you,” he said and offered you the bowl.

“Oh, thank you,” you said, taking it into your hands.

The bowl was hot against your palms and fingertips, almost burning right down into your bloodstream as the golden liquid wafted steam into your face. Finnick’s gaze followed your movements as you lifted the spoon to your lips and finally felt the delicious heat seep into your tastebuds. 

Your eyes fluttered shut as you hummed a noise of pleasure, already craving another spoonful. “Tastes really good.” 

“Yeah?” He tilted his head.

Finnick was gently lifting one of your legs into his hands, massaging your calf through the cotton of your socks. His hand wandered down to your ankle, stroking over it with an affectionate touch before gliding back up to the underside of your knee. You had hardly noticed his affectionate behaviour, too distracted by the vibrant tastes filling your mouth. 

“Aren’t you gonna eat?” you asked half-heartedly, focused on getting another mouthful in.

“Sure am,” he murmured.

Selfishly, you paid his words no mind even though you really should have. You had just lowered the spoon back into the bowl, watching the soup cover the metal when suddenly, your leg was being lifted over the other. 

Now this got your attention.

You swallowed the warm liquid, eyes looking up at him in confusion. He uncrossed your legs, nudging them open with his hands on your inner thighs before he positioned himself between them. Your thighs were now hugging either side of his hips, your grip on the bowl frozen with uncertainty. 

“What are you…?” you began, but then he was gently taking the bowl and spoon out of your hands and placing them on the bench beside you.

“Told you I’m hungry, sweetheart,” he said. He placed his hands on either side of you, leaning in until your faces were inches apart. “Been waiting all day to see you. And these socks…” he trailed off with a sigh, sliding his fingers just beneath the band digging softly into your thigh before letting it snap back in place. “Well, now I’m practically starving.”

You stared at him, eyes wide and mouth agape. God, you were already breathless. 

“Oh,” you whispered.

He bit his bottom lip and kept lowering his gaze to your mouth, looking at you as if you were a grand three-course meal and he was on death row. 

“I just need a taste,” he spoke almost pleadingly. “Will you let me?”

Not a single neuron in your brain was firing at that moment. With the way he was staring at you, how gorgeous helooked, and the fact that he was practically begging to be between your thighs, it was almost impossible to say no. It was also impossible for you to verbalise it as well.

“Please, baby. You’ll let me, won’t you?” he pleaded.

The growing desperation in his voice had you sinking your hips into the counter, feeling yourself begin to ache for him. Of course, as you did this your thighs grew expanded even wider from the pressure and Finnick seemed to like that very much. You could tell from the way his cock left a large print across the front of his pants.

You nodded, speechless.

“You will?” His hands found the sides of your thighs. “Good.” 

Within seconds, he had dragged your body to the edge and collided your pelvis with his. He felt as hard as he looked. You gasped at his eagerness but were immediately cut off by his lips crushing against your own, leading you into a kiss that mirrored the hunger he must have been feeling inside all day. 

His hand moved into your hair, holding you with a firm yet gentle grip. He was leaning into you, moving his lips so assertively that your body had to lean back to get a sliver of respite. You were buzzing with anticipation like electric currents were moving through your veins. If he was kissing you like this, what would it be like when his lips were further below?

He then pulled away to observe you. 

“My beautiful, beautiful girl,” he whispered, gently smoothing the hair beside your face.

You leaned into his touch, enjoying the brief tender moment. Your hand moved onto his and gently squeezed as you looked up at him, gaze doe-eyed and full of false naivety. You knew you were only spurring him on.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” he said before pressing another peck to your lips. Then he started to go lower. First, he kissed the length of your neck and then the skin above your breasts exposed by your low-cut shirt. “Perfect eyes, perfect lips, perfect thighs.”

He was crouching now, trailing kisses down your stomach which had your fingers weaving into his hair. The descension halted at your upper thighs. His lips left a warm tingling sensation that spread across your skin with each tender touch. You watched him begin moving higher, entering a dangerous region of your inner thighs with lips that were trademarked for trouble. 

The air in your lungs was in short supply now.

“Just so sweet and so…” His fingers slipped into your waistband and pulled your shorts down your legs. The fabric fell from your ankles and there you sat, your glistening cunt bare and reflecting in Finnick’s green eyes. “So wet.”

Feeling nervous due to his penetrative stare, you attempted to conceal yourself and began closing your legs. He tsked and forced them open with two sturdy hands. He continued marvelling at the slick that coated your folds, committing the image to his mind.

“So perfect,” he exhaled.

You were getting impatient now.

“Finnick,” you whined. “Please. Just… Just do some—" 

You inhaled sharply. He had rushed forward and finally connected his warm mouth to your cunt. 

High-pitched breathless moans were already spilling from your lips as his harsh tongue delved between your folds, lapping up the arousal that had leaked out. Your body was restless, which was evident from the way your fingers pulled at his hair, hips bucked into his mouth, and thighs clenched around his head. 

Hunger and starvationwere not the right terms to describe how he was acting. Not at all.

He was insatiable.

Finnick’s shoulders slid beneath your thighs, forcing your legs to dangle over them. His arms were curled around your legs while his hands kept your legs clamped open from the top of your thighs. He suctioned his lips around your clit, the sensitive flesh growing more swollen as the pressure he applied increased.

You placed a hand on the counter behind you to keep yourself steady, keeping the other hand buried in his golden waves. Your head fell back with a loud moan. He was shaking his head side-to-side in a manner that could only be deemed as animalistic. He was eating you out like a fucking animal. Like he was a predator, and this was his kill. 

“Oh, my god!” you cried out.

He moaned into your pussy, tongue dragging from your opening and back to your clit, savouring every ounce of sweetness he could pull from you. A dull pain was coming from your upper thighs and you quickly realised Finnick’s fingers were digging into your skin. Each time your thighs tried to shut, his fingers buried deeper into your flesh. And mixed with the feeling of his tongue lapping you up, it felt rapturously overwhelming.

His tongue began flicking your clit at such rapid speeds that you weren’t even sure a vibrator could replicate it. You were now pulling, no, yanking at his hair all the while your hips were moving closer to his face. The pleasure was so devastating even your body wasn’t sure what to do with itself.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” his hoarse voice vibrated against your clit, “y’gotta strong grip.” 

Your chest heaved as you looked down at him. “Finn, don’t stop.” 

And of course, he pulled back an inch to look up at you. The sight of him between your legs was fucking glorious. A mix of your juices and spit was dribbling down his chin, coating his lips in a shine you wanted to taste. His hair was dishevelled in a way you could only describe as a sex-crazed mess. Oh, and the way his blown-wide pupils were looking at you… like he had a whim to devour you whole right then and there.

“Stop? Who said I was ever going to stop?” He smirked.

Then he leaned in and fell back into his previous rhythm. The heels of your feet dug into his back. He was essentially making out your cunt. His tongue was swirling around your clit and kissing it sweetly, as if doing so offered you any reprieve from the exquisite torment he was inducing. Your stomach muscles were aching in the most pleasurable way, sending signals of pure arousal to your brain that made you feel intoxicated.

“Like fucking sugar,” his voice muffled into you. 

He tongued your entrance, forcing as much as he could inside you. Your walls fluttered with warmth around him and you let out a needy little whine. He flicked his tongue upwards inside you as he slid in and out, thick eyebrows scrunched together as he moaned at your taste soaking into his tastebuds.  

One of his arms unravelled from your thigh and his tongue retracted from inside you. You whimpered in displeasure, only to gasp as something longer immediately replaced his tongue. Finnick’s mouth was entirely focused on suckling your clit, meanwhile, the two fingers he had slid inside you were focused on pushing your body over the edge.

“Fuck,” you breathed heavily. “Fuck. Oh, f—ah!”

The pads of his fingertips pressed into that swollen spot deep inside you, knuckles prodding your walls as he curled his fingers. He was wildly flicking his tongue over your clit with the added help of his head shaking side-to-side.

You were writhing. Your body had never known such powerful sensations before meeting Finnick. Even after all the time you had been together, you were still trying to get accustomed to how intensely he made you feel. Given that information, you could feel your orgasm rocketing from deep within and to the surface. Flames licked at the muscles in your stomach, spreading like wildfire from your clit.

Finnick looked up at you, and you looked down at him. Look how good I make you feel, his cocky eyes spoke. Your parted lips were dark, flushed with heat and arousal, letting each and every debauched sound echo around the ceramic-tiled room. He plunged his fingers inside you again and your head fell back. You knew he was laughing. You could feel it.

The noises filling the room were pure sex. The sound of Finnick’s fingers squelching inside you, of him sucking and lapping at your pussy, and your whiny half-crazed moans—they were all that could be heard. And then suddenly your body started tensing.

“I’m so close,” you panted. “Finn, I’m—I’m—Fuck!”

And there it was.

Finnick didn’t stop. Hell, he somehow even managed to pick up his pace.

Your thighs clamped harshly around his head; this would’ve worried you if your brain actually had a single thought running through it. Shockwaves of bliss crashed over your body; they consumed you. Your moans came out as choked noises and filthy gratified cries of Finnick’s name as he sucked and curled his fingers in and out. 

You felt him speaking, most likely words of praise to talk you through your high, but you couldn’t hear. White noise buzzed in your ears. Part of you could feel him collecting your juices with his tongue as the built-up tension gushed from your cunt. The other part of you was gone.

At least for a brief period.

When you came back to reality, Finnick was starting to stand back up. His hands were holding both your thighs, keeping them from violently trembling. You stared at him, waiting for the spots in your vision to disappear and the buzzing in your ears to settle. There was nothing you could do about the liquid seeping onto the bench top.

He surveyed your dazed expression, mild concern etched into his features as his eyes flickered between your own. His hand gently cupped the side of your face. 

“You here?” he asked, lightly dragging his thumb down your lower lip.

Sweetness coated the tip of your tongue as you licked your bottom lip. Well, no wonder he enjoyed doing that so much. You tasted really… good.

“I’m okay,” you whispered.

He gave you this beautiful dimpled smile, and he dropped his hand once more. His eyes were on yours, gleaming with mischief as he dragged two fingers up your folds, glazing them in a white shine. You were so sensitive that your hips jerked forward at the light contact, causing him to chuckle softly.

You watched as he lifted his fingers to his lips and within milliseconds, you were reaching out to stop him.

His fingers were so thick and long, and with your arousal coating them, it was damn near impossible to deny yourself the pleasure of having a little taste as well. So, with two hands holding his palm, you guided his fingers towards you. 

You eyed the liquid for a moment, hesitated, and then licked a long strip from the base of his forefinger and up to his fingertip. Then, closing your eyes, you wrapped your lips around the length and began sucking. It was a potent taste, both overpowering and lingering. Not bad though. You moved onto his middle finger, this time keeping your eyes on Finnick as you sucked it clean.

His expression reflected something of astonishment, letting out a perplexed chuckle as he watched. With a wet pop, his fingers were out of your mouth. You were holding his large palm and pressing a soft kiss to each of his fingertips, a tender and affectionate gesture compared to the act you just pulled.

Finnick shook his head at you, wearing a disbelieving smile.

“What?” you asked, feigning innocence. 

“What,” he echoed your response under his breath. He grabbed your chin, leaning down until you were face-to-face. “You play a dangerous game, sweetheart.”

Then his lips were on yours and when his tongue slipped into your mouth, all that could be tasted was you. That previous animalistic air about him had dissipated; he was gentler now, kissing you in a way that was adoring rather than bordering primal. Not that you had been complaining.

His pelvis was pressed against yours. More accurately, his cock was pressed against your pelvis. Whoever made his pants must have used strong threading. He was so hard that you were surprised the seams hadn’t ripped apart and exposed him altogether. You were surprised but also thankful because undoing his pants was your job. 

Your hands moved to his chest and pushed him backwards. His lips left yours with a displeased grunt. 

“Oh, don’t you worry, Finn,” you said, your hands trickling down his torso. “I’ve worked up an appetite myself as well.”

He looked down at you, eyes oozing with seduction. “Really?”

“Mhm.”

You slid off the counter, feeling his erection glide over your body. The fragrant smell of marinated vegetables and chicken still lingered in the room. You should have felt disheartened about not finishing the mouth-watering soup Finnick had made—or perhaps even the entire pot. But as you sank to your knees and began unbuttoning his pants, you realised there was one thing that was a great deal more appetising. 

Peering up at him through your lashes, you saw him looking down at you with a lazy smirk. 

Your lips stretched into a sinful smile. “My turn.”

[archangeldyke-all]

Omg fucking stupid thing I thought of but like Sevika with a reader who is literally her number one apologist

Oh she got into deep shit? “I saw nothing actually” <— (quite literally was there)

Oh she murdered a man? “I mean.. did we ever take time to consider why she killed them? I mean, they could have looked at her wrong! I mean, I would if I were her too—“

Oh Sevika was being an asshole? “So? And I was backing her up 😇🫶🏼”

this is so me, she'd chop finn's head clean off in front of me and i'd be like 'babe ur so silly! omg u have blood on ur arm!! lemme clean it for u...'

men and minors dni

sevika knows you're loyal to her.

in the five years you've been together, sevika's never once worried about your eyes wandering or you sneaking around on her.

but it's more than that.

you ride or die for sevika.

she realizes this the first time she's home to watch you talk to an enforcer.

sevika and silco's deal with marcus means they get away with most their dealings in the undercity-- but from time to time, to avoid questions, marcus will have to send a rookie down to the undercity to 'investigate.'

usually, the kid will snoop around for half a day, before high-tailing it right back up to piltover.

sometimes-- they actually try to investigate some of the evidence.

and, once or twice a year, one of the rookies will even have big enough balls to try to question sevika herself.

she's on the couch reading when someone knocks on your door. she's on high alert as she watches you open the door, her hackles rising when she sees the uniform standing on your front stoop.

"sorry to bother you so late at night, miss, is this the residence of a 'sevika'?" the enforcer asks.

sevika huffs, rolling her eyes and biting back her annoyed groan. she's in no fucking mood to deal with this. she's about to haul herself off the couch and take over for you, when you speak again.

"who?" you ask.

sevika blinks-- unsure if she heard you correctly.

"s-sevika?" the man tries again.

"sevika? i've never heard of a 'sevika' living in this neighborhood..." you say. sevika realizes what you're up to, and a smile breaks across her face. "do you mean savannah? there's a savannah a few blocks south, she owns a barbershop off third..." you suggest.

the rookie studies you for a second, and you just blink up at him innocently.

sevika has to smack a hand over her mouth when the idiot buys your act, sighing and slumping before turning around to leave your front stoop. "thank you for your time ma'am. sorry again for bothering you so late."

"put your gas mask on, young man, you'll hurt your lungs down here!" you call after him, waving sweetly as you watch him wander down the street.

you grunt and roll your eyes, your sweet smile dropping the moment he turns the corner, before you turn around and walk back inside your home, slamming and locking the door behind you.

sevika tackles you to the ground, kissing you fiercely. you burst into giggles. "what's this for?" you ask.

sevika can't stop laughing against your lips. "you're so amazing." she giggles. you just huff and roll your eyes.

"thought i'd turn you in?" you ask. sevika shakes her head.

"no-- didn't think you'd lie to a cop for me though."

you blink up at her, suddenly serious, and sevika's heart swells. "sevika. i'd do anything for you."

sevika has to hide her flustered face against your shoulder at this.

over the years, she realizes how much you meant the words.

you come home one night and find her panicking, a dead body in your living room blood soaked into her skin and clothes. you just blink, take a deep breath, and snap into action.

sevika watches in a daze as you gently guide her to sit on the couch, kissing her and calming her down as you strip her of her bloody clothes and toss them ontop of the dead man in the middle of your home.

you don't even ask her questions. you just gently guide her to the bathroom, and treat her like she's just got a cold, or something.

"you're so pretty." you whisper as you wash her clean.

you dress her in her jammies and put her to bed.

sevika stays awake, listening to you call ran and silco over, and then listening to the three of you clean up the mess for the rest of the night.

when you crawl into bed beside her at the end of the night, smelling vaguely of fire and gasoline and bleach-- sevika turns onto her side and grabs your hand.

"you okay, my love?" you whisper.

"will you marry me?" sevika asks.

you burst into giggles and agree, kissing sevika sweetly before dragging her onto your chest and scratching her scalp as she falls asleep.

it's not even the serious shit that you back her up on either. it's the dumb, petty shit too.

you can be sitting on her lap during a game of cards; muffling your giggles against her shoulder when sevika cheats by hiding a few of her cards one second, and the next you're swearing on your grandmother's life that sevika's never cheated during a game when one of her opponent's accuses her of hiding cards.

you hear her voice rise a bit when she gets in an argument with a goon, and you're by her side at lightspeed, glaring at whoever dared to question her authority, cracking your knuckles to back up her threats. when the goon stumbles away, nearly crying in fear, sevika turns to you with a guilty look.

"what?" you ask.

"i realized halfway through that i was yelling at the wrong kid... they all wear the same grungy eyeliner-- i can't tell these fuckers apart." she admits.

you burst into giggles and pull her in for a hug, and sevika finds out years later that you ended up tracking down the kid you'd both threatened and buying him dinner to apologize.

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[ripleylove]

I need just you and nobody else.

requested by @stellakiddsblog saying: Rhea x reader Reader is autistic and gets overstimulated at and has an episode during Rheas match backstage and the workers are franticly trying to calm her down and it makes it worse till Damien grabs Rhea

pairing: Rhea Ripley x autistic fem reader.

warnings: Rhea uses very soft tones with reader,for someone could be triggering so I put a warning :)

genre:angst + fluff

summary: while going to the bathroom during raw,a lot of interviewers started to bother you,and you get really upset and overstimulated,but Rhea is always here for you.

A/N: a big thank you to @bibibi-tchx for all the support cause I would've fucking fell asleep. (And thanks for the help and the support clovey clove muah xx)

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This was the first Raw you went to,you always watched it on tv but this time you were really here. Your girlfriend Rhea insisted that you should have watched her match,and you gave in.

It was really crowded and very noisy, and Rhea noticed that,so she softly put her hands on your ears,while you hugged her tightly,feeling secure from all the dangers of the world.

The Raw episode was going to start in two hours,and you already felt excited for your girlfriend, because you knew she was going to win.

She took your hand in hers,and she brought you to thr locker room he shared with The Judgment Day.

While she was doing her makeup,with her signature black lipstick and the words "dirty dom" on her cheek,you couldn't help but think what would happen while Rhea wasn't with you,scared that something bad would happen.

Your girlfriend noticed that you spaced out,and she asked you: "Baby,what's in your cute little head,mhm?". She comes closer to you,her eyeliner long forgotten,and strokes softly and sweetly your now red cheek.

"It's jus' that I'm bit worried,what if somethin' happens?" You said with a worried voice, and Rhea's eyes soften.

"Baby it's okay,nothing will happen if you're in our locker room. You have Damian,Finn and Dom to protect you. You're safe sweetness. And if something happens to you,I'll make sure to kick their asses!" She said while still stroking your cheeks,and you let out a giggle after the last sentence. You were sure now: nothing is going to happen,you're safe with your and Rhea's friends.

The laughs of the both of you were interrupted by the noise of the locker room's door open. Damian,Finn and Dominik waved at you,and Rhea told them to keep an eye on you while she's out on the ring (and she might or might not have threatened them,saying that if something happened to you she'd kill them with her own hands,but nobody knows.)

She finished doing her makeup,and she started putting her gear on. Her hair were done by an hairstylist, slicked back with little braids on the side.

Before leaving to go to the ring,she kissed you sweetly, as if that was a good luck kiss that would help her succeed.

You were in the locker room watching Rhea fight Becky Lynch when you suddenly felt the need to go to the bathroom.

"Damian,is it okay if I go to the bathroom? I'll come back as soon as possible." You asked Damian,who was scrolling on his phone. "Sure Y/N,but don't get lost,okay?" You nodded as a response,and you went out of the locker room.

You saw a few interviewers coming to you,asking if you were Rhea Ripley's girlfriend and if you were with her only for money.

"Listen- I- I-" You tried to speak,but the words got caught up in your throat,trying desperately to escape but with no use. Your breath was starting to become unsteady and your hands were heavily shaking.

Soon enough a crowd started to form around you,making you panic even more.

Damian noticed that you were out of sight since 20 minutes,and he decided to look for you. He saw a lot of people in one single place,and he wondered what was happening.

He pushed aside all of the people that were blocking his vision,and saw your crying and shaking form.

"Go away! Leave her alone!" He shouted,and your hands quickly covered your ears. "Hey,hey,hey. You're okay now. Can you stand up?" His voice was unsure,but he was trying his best to comfort you.

You couldn't talk,and you just wanted Rhea to hold you and to reassure you.

"You don't wanna talk? It's totally okay. Should I call Rhea?" He asked,and you nodded. You were still crying and trembling from the fear and the anxiety,but you would do anything to have Rhea next to you.

Damian called Dominik to tell him that he had to get Rhea and bring her backstage because you needed her,and he quickly did what he was requested to.

Just as Dominik was going to get her,she hit a finisher on Becky Lynch and she won the match.

Dominik ran down the ramp towards Rhea and he told her why they needed her,and saying that she ran backstage was an understatement.

"Where is she?!" Rhea asked Dominik,and he pointed the direction where you and Damian were with his finger.

Your girlfriend quickly found you on the floor,with your knees in front of your chest,and your head buried in your arms.

"Oh,sweetie." She got on her knees next to you,and she pulled you in a comforting embrace,that you were waiting for a lot of time.

"Rhea I-I am so sorry f-for interrupting y-your match" You tried to say through your sobs and your sniffles and her heart broke at the sight. "Baby,it's okay,it's not your fault. They didn't have to overstimulate you like that and they could have minded their own business. And I won by the way,so you didn't interrupt anything." She smiled sweetly to you,while picking you up,and you clinged to her like a koala.

You went in her locker room,and,from her bag,she picked a little blanket she kept just in case. She laid you on the big couch that was in the corner of the room,and pulled the little blanket over you.

"Baby,rest for a bit. I know you're tired with all of that crying,and I'll stay right here close to you until you fall asleep. Okay,sweetheart?" You nodded,and closed your eyes and you were quickly knocked out in at least 5 minutes.

Rhea gave you a kiss on the cheek,and stood up to go out of the room,where The Judgment Day was.

Her eyes darkened,looking at the three men.

"So,what did I tell you before? That if something would have happened to her,I would have killed each one of you with my own hands,right?" She chucked while cracking her knuckles.

"Oh shit"

"We're fucked"

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[murdrdocs]

js that finnick odair is 1000% a munch- i just know that man eats it like he’s starving. the kinda man who asks you to sit on his face for his pleasure

oh for sureeee

there are so many nights in the week where finnick ends up between your legs, usually on his own accord. one moment, you'll be making out, sometimes hot and heavy, other times slow and steady, but his hand finds its place at your center, and then your legs are falling open and he takes that as his cue to get on his knees or lay on his stomach between them.

and he absolutely loves to eat you out. loves the taste, the security of your legs on either side of him, your nails in his hair, the little sounds you make. but with most obsessions, there comes a time where the usual just isn't enough. he needs to switch it up.

and there's a day where you're already straddling his lap, kissing him so sweetly, grinding against his dick. and he figures that if you're already in this position, maybe you should just inch yourself up a little bit to try something new.

he's suggesting it, big hands rubbing soothing circles into your hips, and he's following your wandering eye contact.

"we don't have to do anything you don't want to. you know that."

"i know, finn."

his eyebrow lifts. "so do you want to?"

hesitance, then a nod. "yeah, i do." but there's still a little frown on your face.

"then what's with the sad face?" his thumb lifts to tug up the corner of your lip, then to slide along your jaw.

"just a little scared, that's all."

"nothing to be scared about. i got you, always."

and that's how you end up sitting on finnick odair's face, your hands clutching the headboard behind finnick, your cunt flush against his face, and your throat starting to get a little sore and scratchy from the intensity of your moans.

[mamisfavmosher]

taunting call // poly!judgment day x fem!reader

SMUT - MINORS DNI

warnings: mommy k!nk, daddy k!nk, suggestive language, etc

summary: reader and Damien are waiting at a hotel for Rhea, Dom, and Finn to get back from Wrestlemania so they can celebrate.

Reader's POV

Rhea, Dom Dom, and Finn had all rightfully been given a match at Wrestlemania 39. All three of them fought hard for this opportunity, but ultimately felt guilty when they heard the news of Damien and I not sharing the spotlight with them. Both of us had missed our chances of going to Hollywood within our respective matches.

To make matters worse, Triple H had planned for Damien and I to do a promotional bit on the other side of the country, so we couldn't be in attendance to support the three superstars. We immediately flew out to California after we were done, but Wrestlemania was already half way over and the Judgment Day members had all gone through their matches. They were required to stay till the end of the event and join in at the after parties, so Damien and I had an extra day alone at the hotel before they got there.

We had been sunbathing by the pool for a few hours when Damien got the incoming facetime call on his phone, a goofy picture of Rhea popping up.

"C'mon, baby. Rhea's calling." With that said, I followed Damien over to our reserved cabana bed, happily lying down in the shaded area. "Hello?" He answered the phone.

"Hey! How's it going?" Rhea and Damien caught up on small talk before I heard her ask for me. "Where's my pretty girl?" I could hear the smirk in her voice.

"Right here! Hi, Mami!" I popped my head into the view of the camera and grinned at her.

"Hey, baby! How are you? You having fun with Damien?" She asked. I slightly scooted over so I was leaning on Priest's chest, more in view for Mami.

"I'm doing great, this place is so much fun! Damien got me like three slushies already!" I beamed and took a sip of the blue ice to emphasize my point. She chuckled as she watched me through the screen. "How was Wrestlemania? You totally kicked Charlotte Flair's butt!"

"It was amazing, and look-" She put the phone down for a second before picking it back up and showing off her new Smackdown Women's Championship. "Looks great on me, doesn't it?" She smirked. Damien and I both admired the new champion in all her glory.

"Fits you perfectly, Mami. We're so so proud of you." I smiled sweetly at her. "Oh! Tell Dom Dom and Finn that we're really proud of them, too! They fought their hardest." I moved off of Damien's chest and moved toward the pool to cool off again, faintly hearing Rhea ask where I went.

Damien flipped the camera so Rhea could watch me saunter over to the water, hiking up my bikini bottoms in the process.

"Priest!" She called out through the speaker. "You let her out of the room wearing that?" Damien chuckled as Rhea referred to my 'skimpier-than-usual' bikini.

"C'mon... You know I'm never one to tell her to put clothes on." He defended himself. "Besides, if you get here soon enough, you might still catch her in it." Damien smirked at Rhea through the phone.

"Damien, don't let her leave the pool area. We're on our way." With that said, Rhea yelled for Dom and Finn to hurry up before ending the call.

"Mami's on her way, princess." Damien smiled at me as I walked back over and snuggled into him on the bed. I gave him a big grin and slurped on some more of my slushy. "Which means I gotta enjoy my last few moments of having you to myself." He smirked, running his hand up and down my back and kissing my cheek.

"All yours, Daddy."

[jetblack4realz]

lake days iv - jake "hangman" seresin x reader

summary - jake is a regular in your household (collection of cute jake moments basically)

warnings - just a very domestic relationship with a lack of a ring which makes you want to scream

word count - 3.4k

pt i , pt ii , pt iii , pt v

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as your relationship continued, jake realized very quickly that the worst part of your weekends off was going back to sleep at base. and then waiting around for the better part of the morning before heading to your house to work on the truck you'd just recently bought because you'd been called in to tutor some new pilots or review prep work for an upcoming mission that he'd spent all night finishing.

soon enough, you found yourself coming home to jake over the hood of the truck in your driveway, tools from barrett's garage scattered around as he tirelessly tried to diagnose the issue with the engine.

he walked back into the house for the sixth time that day, grabbing a cup of water and chugging it quickly. "you alright, jake?"

"fine," he answered quickly. "do you have any floodlights?"

you glanced outside, watching the sun set slowly behind the pine trees surrounding your home. "you're not gonna keep working, are you? have you even eaten anything?"

"i've helped myself to a few snacks, but i wanted to figure this thing out before the end of the day," he answered. "i changed the oil and tried to bleed the brakes, but i think something's clogging 'em. i'mma go figure out which-"

"jake, let's just get some take out and rest," you told him, approaching him with a few slick steps. you rested your arms around his torso as you smiled. "why don't you stay the night? you seem tired and i don't want you driving back all by yourself."

"i'll be fine," he insisted.

"okay, let me rephrase: i want you to stay over tonight. will you please?" you asked sweetly, looking up at him with a soft smile. he grinned, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

"well, sure baby," he said. "anything for you. let me just clean up my things, return the tools to barrett, and then we'll get some food. deal?"

"deal," you nodded.

when you woke up the next morning, you didn't think it would be to your mother calling you. you checked the time with a groan, pulling jake's arm off of your torso as you scooted to the edge of the bed - seven thirty in the morning. you raised your phone to your ear after pressing the little green phone icon.

"what's up, mom?" you asked, your eyes still shut as you waited for a response.

"are you coming to church today?" she asked through the phone.

"what?"

"church, honey. you coming?"

"what time?"

"same as always, 2 o'clock. we've got dinner afterwards too. maybe jake can come! or is he working?"

"no, not today. he's over right now actually."

it was like he knew you were talking about him, reaching over to you with one eye peeked open. you grabbed his hand with a small smile, squeezing it gently.

"bring him to church. he's a church man, ain't he?"

"well, he is from texas, ma." your laugh was tired, but genuine, and it made jake smile as he scooted closer to you.

"bring him. and bring him to dinner after. finn here is dying to see him again."

"you have finn over at yours?"

"he usually runs over here for breakfast. dad buys the sugary cereal brynlee refuses to."

"hmm, sounds like finn."

"i'll see you later, honey. bye-bye, i love you."

"love you too, ma, bye."

you dropped your phone on your nightstand, immediately rolling back into bed and into jake's awaiting arms. you sighed contentedly as he pulled you close, lips to your forehead before settling you against his chest again.

"we going to church?"

"yup."

"i don't have anything to wear."

"call logan."

so, after you two woke up again, at nine this time, he did. finn was all too happy to run a gray polo over to your place, immediately thrusting it into jake's arms and situating himself in your pantry, searching for goodies.

"finn, get out of there," you laughed. "grandma told me all about your cereal run to their house this morning."

"aw man!" he cried, stomping over to where you were laid on the couch and plopping next to you. you pulled him into your side, messing up his hair. "stop!"

"let's watch cars," you said, flicking on your tv and clicking through your streaming services until you found said movie. you knew how obsessed he was with it, and so you were equally surprised when he stopped you.

"let's watch planes," he said. "it's like cars, but planes."

"i don't think i've seen that before," you hummed, but it was in the suggested section below cars, so you clicked on it.

"i love this movie," he told you.

"is it because your cool aunt y/n flies planes?" you teased.

"no, it's because i do," jake said, reentering the room in logan's polo and a clean pair of dark wash jeans. you smiled at him, being obvious as you checked him out, though finn couldn't tell from in front of you.

"well," finn said, dragging the word out for effect. "i mean..."

"no way!" you exclaimed, sitting up quickly and beginning to tickle the boy's sides as he shrieked with laughter. "i'm supposed to be your favorite! i was there when you were born!"

"doesn't make you cooler, y/n," jake said in a sing-songy tone, laughing as finn pushed your hands off to run to him. jake caught him quickly, pulling him up into his arms before throwing him back against the couch. finn sat up quickly, running back to the aviator but jake just leaned over and snatched him up by the legs, holding him upside down.

finn laughed again as jake brought him over to you, carefully laying him across your lap as you tickled his stomach again. "you're so mean to me, finn."

"i'm sorry!" he laughed, pushing your hands away. "you're my favorite!"

"ha! knew it," you said, relinquishing your hold on the child with a smug smile. jake rolled his eyes, scoffing a slight laugh as he joined your side.

"whatever, y/n."

you sent finn back to his family to get him ready for church after the movie wrapped up and you went upstairs to find a dress you thought was suitable for church. you landed on a comfy, ruffly floral midi dress that was ruched at the top with elastic thread to give you some shape. it even had pockets.

you took to the bathroom, pulling out your makeup bag as you turned on some old worship songs you listened to in highschool, appreciating the sense of nostalgia that washed over you. also pulling out your curling iron, you turned it on and began humming to yourself as you wiped some moisturizer onto your cheeks.

you did most of your makeup, only leaving your lashes out as you curled your hair the way you liked it. you were so used to keeping your hair in tight buns that it was so gratifying to be able to style your hair in a cute way - even if you knew it was just going to be back in a bun the next day. you turned off the iron, unplugging it now so you wouldn't freak out later.

"it is well, it is well... with my soul," you sang quietly, curling your lashes as jake walked into the doorway, leaning against it with a small smile. "what?"

"nothing, you're just cute," he said, coming behind you to wrap his arms around you as you continued your makeup routine.

"so are you," you told him with a smile.

"we gotta leave soon. you almost ready?" he asked, kissing your temple.

"just finished," you answered, turning around in his arms to smile at him. "you wanna drive?"

"if it means we don't drive the subaru, then of course," he said, taking your hand and dragging you out, turning off the lights as he went. "let's do this thing!"

"i haven't really been to church much since my first deployment," you told him as you drove to the small building about fifteen minutes away. "just the few times now that i'm back."

"i miss it," he told you, glancing at you with a small smile. "i hated it as a kid, but now i realize that it was actually fun. got to be with my friends and family in a peaceful environment."

you nodded. "i get what you mean. my mom always tried to keep us so involved with coloring pages and small snacks. my grandpa was the preacher, so that helped a bit, but i really just liked coloring."

and when you sat with your family, your two month old new little niece called ella who alice and barrett had been more than happy to let you hold perched on your lap, you realized that your mom still had the same habits.

jake happily accepted a coloring page from everleigh, helping her draw on it over a notebook on his knee. the red crayon he held carefully colored in the sash on Jesus' robe, everleigh scribbling over his hair with the brown.

"looks great, honey," you whispered to him with a smile.

he winked at you, grinning and whispering back, "i'm an excellent crayon artist."

after church, you all returned to your houses to change into comfy clothes and then headed to your parents' house. you and jake elected to walk the ten minutes to their house instead of drive and you took the opportunity to slap his butt as he locked up and you skipped down the driveway.

he laughed loudly, following after you and wrapping his arms around you from behind, keeping you from moving forward. "what was that for?"

"you just look good in your sweats, babe," you told him, turning around and matching his grin before pressing your lips to his.

"you look good in yours too," he hummed against your mouth, pulling away for a moment to just go back in for a shorter, sweet kiss. you laughed, grabbing his hand and stepping backwards.

"come on, mom's got a roast in the crockpot."

family dinner was always really fun for you and was always incredibly special to jake. he appreciated being included and feeling like he was a part of your family - because he really did. he could feel that they all loved him, and he loved them too. he loved being around your brothers and dad the most, though. having grown up with only sisters he craved the camaraderie of brotherhood, something he'd only found on the football team and hoped to get more of in the navy, but only finding it in a few other aviators - namely javi "coyote" lopez and johnny "cash" richards who you spent many nights in the bar and days on the beach with back in hawaii.

and your brothers loved him too.

"i challenge you to a game of speed," logan said to jake as you all finished up your ice cream and brownies. jake grinned.

"game on."

it was intense, but after five rounds, jake had him beat at cards. logan was dramatic as he sighed and traded places with darren, letting the younger boy have a go at beating jake.

but he didn't. and neither did josh. or barrett. or your dad. or kyrie, your mom, alice, or you.

but, brynlee had game, and you all knew it. they tied twice, and as the fifth round carried on, you all watched intensely. jake was quickly running out of cards as brynlee tried to jump into his run, but to no avail. and then suddenly, they were both stuck.

"can't keep going?" you asked. they each had two cards left. they nodded, eying their cards as they grabbed a new card from the side decks. "ready, go!"

it was a 6 and a 3.

brynlee placed a 7 just as jake placed a 2, then jake quickly slapped his 8 on top of her 7 and cheered in victory.

"oh come on!" she exclaimed, sitting back with a frown as her husband high-fived your boyfriend.

"i'm never challenging you to speed again," logan laughed.

you all started to gather your things, wishing your parents a farewell as you all went to your respective vehicles, or in your and jake's case, began to walk. you had your hand clasped in his as you walked down the road, finn yelling "bye!" through the window as they drove by.

"i don't wanna go to work tomorrow," you groaned, leaning into him as your hand dropped from the wave you sent to the five year old.

"me neither," jake sighed. he squeezed your hand. "we've got a debriefing for wednesday's mission. we gotta pre-run it tuesday."

"no, they moved it to tomorrow. and they switched out bambi for fritz."

"why?"

"bambi freaked yesterday while i was over with the new guys. came back from a run all frazzled, quit on the spot."

"what happened?"

"i don't know. cash said they were out on a routine flight when they came across some cuban bogies. freaked out bambi i guess."

"so, we've got fritz?"

"unfortunately," you groaned. "luckily cash is my backseater. wish i had coyote though."

"wish you were my wingman and not stuck with the wso's," he told you.

"i'm still your wingman, just a wingman with an extra mission," you answered.

"if anything i'm your wingman. can't really lock in our targets without cash guiding us in."

"true that."

you walked in silence the rest of the way, you swinging your hands slightly and making jake smile. as soon as you were in the door, you were rushing upstairs to brush your teeth and pass out, knowing you were in for a long week starting the next morning. jake locked up behind you before following your lead.

next thing you know, he's collapsing next to you as you pulled the comforter up to you chin and turning over to snuggle against his chest. you laced a leg in between his, your arm splayed over his torso as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

"this is comfy," he mumbled softly.

"i'mma sleep so well," you hummed, smiling up at him with evident drowsiness in your eyes.

"good. we're gonna need it."

after a very long week and successful, short mission, you were finally back home.

"hey honey," you mumbled, kissing the side of his head as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind. he was sitting criss-cross on the driveway working on switching the crank window of your new old truck to an automatic. he'd completely dissembled the door and was feeding the wiring to the switch he'd installed before you came out. "how's it going?"

"surprisingly well," he answered, turning to give you a quick kiss before returning to his work. "i haven't had a smooth install of these things, well, ever."

"well, i'm glad it's going good," you said, smiling softly. after twisting the wire ends together and slipping a boot over them, he turned to you with slightly knitted brows.

"you need something, darlin'?" he asked. you lowered yourself to the floor next to him, playing with the tools at your feet as he tested the window, it going up and down just as it needed to.

"no, just missed you," you hummed.

"i thought you had to go help curly with the trainees?" he asked, furrowing his brows as he glanced at you again.

"that's where i was this morning, but i'm all done now and i wanna be with you," you said. "you're out here every free second you got."

"i wanna get this finished as soon as possible, baby," he told you, attention back on the window workings. he reached for a screwdriver that you grabbed for him, beginning to return the plastic pieces of the door to their rightful places.

"i know and i appreciate that. i was just wondering if there's anything i could do to help?" you asked, looking to him hopefully.

"well, i'm just about done with this window and then i'll be workin' on the engine," he answered. "it's kind of a one person job, but i'd be happy for some company and a dj."

"i can do that," you said with a grin, pulling your phone out and pressing shuffle on your country playlist titled texas that consisted of mostly luke combs, tim mcgraw, morgan wallen, and dolly parton. "is it the transmission? are we gonna have to replace it?"

"well, after checking it out this morning i don't think so. i think the guy who had it before was just looking at the wrong things - the catalytic converter is clogged and i might replace the spark plugs just for the hell of it to try to keep from replacing or even just rebuilding the whole thing."

"that's good, right? makes things easier."

"a hell of a lot easier."

"and the burning smell when we drove it?"

"i took it over to your dad's to ask about that and he said there's an oil leak. all he did was tighten the drain plug and it's not leaking anymore."

"you went to my dad's?" you asked, smiling slightly as you watched him finish up screwing the door panel in.

"needed some help diagnosing everything. was thinking about bringing it back over when it comes to unclogging the converter - i ain't ever done that before," he said with a shrug. then he looked at you a little more intently, the screwdriver in his hand halting for a moment. "is that okay? do you not want me going to your dad's without you?"

"no, i don't mind at all. i actually like it, that you're comfortable with my family," you told him. he grinned, leaning to kiss you gently on the lips before screwing in the last two screws.

"baby, i think i'm more comfortable with your family than my own at this point," he answered.

you smiled, leaning into his shoulder as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "while i love that, maybe we should go out and visit your family? i'm sure they'd love to see you."

"ma would for sure, probably not dad," he said, his voice dropping a tone or two.

"why?"

"me and him got in a fight before i left for the academy - nearly ruined my family. have only really spoken to ma since," he answered, mind obviously recalling the events of that convoluted day.

"have you seen your ma since then?" you asked quietly.

"once, at graduation. but, that was three years ago and i've been all over since then. they don't even know i'm back in texas."

you were surprised at how casually he was offering the information, but it looked like he didn't think it was that meaningful, like it was something he could just brush off like he had for the last seven years.

"how about we do what mom offered the first time you came over?" you asked with a smile. "what if we invite them over to our place? a big barbecue. then, it's not all on you and everyone can be out and about, no real awkwardness. we can pull out cornhole and the volleyball net - though it might be all ripped up now that i think about it. anyways, there'll be plenty to do."

"i mean, it's a better idea than me just showing up one day," he mumbled.

"do you have nieces and nephews?" you asked. he nodded.

"a few. don't really know 'em," he said.

"well, if my nieces and nephews are any indicator, then they'll love you," you told him. "and they can play around with the kids. it'll be so fun."

"i'm not sure."

"just think on it. we can wait until the weather gets warm again," you offered. "if we're even still stationed here by then."

"i hope so. i don't wanna leave this baby all by herself," he said, patting the side of the blue truck as you laughed. you kissed his cheek.

"she sure would be lonely without you, babe."

[blossom-blur]

Here's the first main character of Fairyrule, Finn! He's a friendly young adult who loves having fun, is carefree, and loves games too.

Me and @bb-the-loving-bee helped out each other of what design and color Finn would have ^^ (And will be helping each other out of what designs and colors the other main characters will have too)

Anyways, hope you all enjoy this, and have a nice night! ^^

Name: Finn Sweetly Gender: Male Age: 23 Species: Puppet Height: 4'7 Hair: Light Blue Eyes: Black Skin: Lighter Pink Home: Fairyrule 🌈⭐✨ (A fairytale world filled with magic, mythical creatures, and fun) Personality: Friendly, Kind, Carefree, Fun, Loyal to his friends, Compassionate, Understanding, and Never gets angry Likes: His friends, Games, Adventures, Having fun, Parties, Comforting those who are sad, Happiness, Sweets, Flying, Meeting nice people and creatures, and Goofing off Dislikes: Rudeness, Loud noises, and Powers/Abilities: Flight (Just flies without wings. Like Peter Pan) / Magic / Very Good Dancing Skills / Good Singing Skills / Good Cooking Skills Facts:

For him to be honest with his friends here, he enjoys sleepovers, but girl sleepovers are better. Cause well, he likes to be around those who are not as mannerless and gross as some other boys are. And enjoys a little of girl activities too. He enjoys some delicious hot cocoa and some butterscotch popcorn as well.

Finn is inspired by Peter Pan from Disney and Balan from Balan Wonderworld.

[him-x-her]

Kiss The Bear

Author: @sinnysioux

One shot fic: requested by @sincerelyaliciaamarie

Ville Valo x f!reader

Summary: You and Ville get drunk, get into an argument and have sex.

18+

Alicia slammed the shot glass down with force, lips pursed, determined to swallow the liquor. It tasted vile; medicinal. Her oesophagus was on fire.

“Have you had enough, yet?” grinned Ville, teasing, leaning in to gauge her reaction. It was always the same whenever she drank with the boys: forever a competition to see how much she could drink before giving up and allowing them to make fun of her.

“Fucking Jager, I hate drinking with you guys.” She muttered, dishonestly, rolling her eyes. She had made a valiant attempt at pretending she was unphased by the strength and volume of the alcohol she had consumed tonight, but it made them all the more determined to get her to tap out.

Ville was giggly, and had probably had more than enough to drink, but she knew better than to come between a Finn and his vice. She watched as Ville’s long, slender fingers produced a cigarette from his back pocket; the cancer stick forcing his lips apart as he lit it and inhaled. He closed his eyes for a moment, his desperate need for nicotine fed, opened his glazed eyes, and focused on her.

Alicia wore tight black skinny jeans and an old Black Sabbath shirt Ville had given up. The truth was he had taken it off many band practices ago and Alicia had stolen it. She had knotted the front to create a crop fitted shirt out of the loose boy fit, and it complimented her perfectly. Ville often joked that he would reclaim it when she least expected it, but insofar had not made good on his promise.

“Earth to Ville?” She yelled, which seemed to snap him out of his trance.

“What?” He asked, his gaze snapping up to meet hers, guiltily, hoping she had not noticed his fixation on her figure.

“Maybe you’ve had enough, hmm? Guess you’re the one who can’t drink like a Finn…” She teased.

“NEVER!” he declared, pouring and downing himself yet another shot. Boys sure were stupid, and oh so easy to manipulate. She was hell bent on ensuring he passed out first and she would never let him live it down.

The group gathered in the lounge and made themselves comfy on the floor. Mige laid a bottle on the ground. Mige was unshaven, had grown out his hair, and really didn’t give much of a shit. Alicia liked that about him; he was nothing if not authentic.

“The fuck is this?” Questioned Linde, his distaste made public via his sour expression.

“Spin the bottle!” Smirked Mige. “I’m gonna make you kiss me, you dreadlocked cunt!” The group howled with laughter and Linde muttered something about it being more preferable to make out with a wild animal. The bottle spun and landed on Burton, and next his girlfriend.

“Boring!” Yawned Ville, rudely accurate, as the couple kissed sweetly. The bottle span again and landed on Ville. Alicia couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if it landed on her next. She watched the bottle spin with anticipation, her heart in her mouth. The disappointment was disconcerting when it landed on Mige.

“Come here, you hairy bastard!” Teased Ville, straddling Mige’s lap and forcing a kiss upon his closed lips. Mige shoved him off and raucous hilarity ensued. Ville peeled his jeans low enough to grab his crotch lewdly in the direction of Mige, who made fun of his ‘tiny cock’. The drink was starting to hit Alicia as she found herself wondering what was beneath Ville’s boxers.

Alicia suddenly found the room staring at her in amusement.

“What?!” She implored anxiously, before the penny dropped at Mige’s ridiculously animated pout. “No, absolutely not.”

“A dare’s a dare!” Heckled Ville. “KISS THE BEAR!” Alicia began to feel lightheaded as chants of ‘Kiss! The! Bear!’ filled the room, the men slamming their fists down to the ground to the beat of each syllable. No, she didn’t want this. She had wanted to kiss Ville, and she hadn’t been prepared for any other outcome. Overwhelmed with the noise, the lighting and the alcohol, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks, Alicia acted impulsively. She slipped off her heels, unbuttoned her skinny jeans and pulled them down.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Whispered Ville, eyes wide, as the rest of the group cheered.

“I’m not kissing you, Mige, I would lose my face in your beard.” She declared confidently. “But I also don’t shy away from a dare.” She snatched the half-empty can from Ville’s fingers and folded her bare legs beneath her as she sat back down. She could feel Ville’s eyes on her in disbelief before he got up to fetch another can.

Alicia grew increasingly bored with the game, and the hairy men making out in front of her, until the bottle landed on Ville once again. Her interest piqued and her heart leapt in her chest, time stood still as the bottle spun for an eternity… before it pointed at her. Alicia’s wide brown eyes connected with Ville’s timid green; she sensed a fear, and the tension was thick in the air between them. Ville broke the eye contact, stood, and pulled his own jeans down.

“What the fuck?” Whispered Alicia, barely audible. Would he seriously rather strip than kiss her? Alicia looked away, trying to mask her disappointment, and dress it up as disinterest instead. Still she couldn’t hide her sour expression and the need for revenge. Maybe she could kiss one of the boys enthusiastically in front of Ville, to show him how much he missed out.

Alicia spaced out while the game continued; she was starting to sober and she hated it. She was becoming increasingly aware that she was sat on the floor in her panties and she felt incredibly stupid. Snapping out of her self pity with a roar of laughter, she looked up. The bottle was pointing at her. Great, what unwashed miscreant did they want her to kiss next? Mige span the bottle for it to land on Ville once again, but this time it was Alicia’s turn to make the move.

She took a covert breath, and stood. In her brief moment of ascension she decided she would fuck with Ville. She positioned herself in front of Ville and straddled his lap.

“Look, he can finally stop crying about women in our songs!” Laughed Mige. Time stood still as Ville stared up at Alicia with hopeful curiosity. Alicia bit her lip seductively and inched closer to him; she could hear the quickening of his breath as his lips parted slowly.

Brutally severing their connection, Alicia pulled back and stood up, taking a few steps back. She smirked as she began to undo the knot of her shirt, as the rest of the boys cheered.

Ville pursed his lips, glared at Alicia and stood up. He charged at her and threw her over his shoulder.

“What the FUCK, Ville? Put me down!” She yelled as he marched her into the bedroom. His strong arm wrapped around her legs. He paused at the door to address his friends. “This is for MY eyes only.” He bellowed as he slammed the door and let Alicia down.

Alicia was full of adrenaline, a mix of excitement and also anger. “What gives you the right?!” She challenged.

Ville leaned against the wall and folded his arms. He looked less formidable without jeans, in an Iron Maiden shirt and boxers, his legs blindingly pale in contrast. He was evidently furious, but addressed her calmly, “That’s my shirt.”

Alicia pulled the shirt over her head, rolled it into a ball of cloth, and threw it at Ville. It hit him in the chest. “There!” Barked Alicia, “You’ve won it back, you asshole.” She glared back, the tension once again lingering around them. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to kiss him or slap him. Her chest heaving furiously, her breathing began to slow as she calmed.

Ville moved from the wall to stand a couple feet or so in front of Alicia; his hands grabbed the hem of his shirt as he pulled it up and over his head with ease.

“Your move.” He dared, his eyes flitting to her black lace bra.

Alicia felt the blood rush to her cheeks again, hyper aware of the skin already on show. Chewing on her lip nervously, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra. The material loosened as she placed her hands on the cups to prevent spilling out of them. She precariously peeled her straps off over her shoulders one by one, and looked up at Ville. His lips were parted, he was breathing heavily, and his eyes searched hers in anticipation of her next move. Maintaining their eye contact, she dropped her palms and her bra fell to the floor. Ville’s eyes dropped to her chest and widened as her nipples hardened, exposed to the cool air. Her long dark hair framed the picture perfectly which Ville would later commit to memory.

Commanding his full attention once again, Alicia spoke nervously. “Your turn.” She held her breath, her eyes lowering, noticing the stretch in the black cotton of his underwear where his arousal was evident.

Ville looked down and blushed with a smile. He was cute when he wanted to be. His fingers peeled between his boxer hem and skin, rolling the waistband over his hips and allowing them to drop to the floor. His large cock stood to attention as Alicia gasped, she felt her panties moisten as her mind became full of depraved and delicious images. She suddenly found herself incredibly thirsty, saliva lubricating the walls of her mouth.

“Take them off.” Ordered Ville, his lustful eyes fixated on the lace between her legs. “Let me see all of you.”

Alicia, usually full of sarcasm and sass, could not find the words to speak, and was compelled by him. She found her pussy throbbing, aching for him, and there was no alternative but to surrender to his command.

Her fingers shaking slightly, Alicia slipped them into her waistband to pull her panties down. She bent down to slip out of the lace and straightened up. Exposed to his judgement.

“Fucking beautiful.” Muttered Ville, his eyes raking over her naked flesh. He inched closer, the sexual tension thickening. Alicia could not let go of his gaze, anxious for what would happen next, hypnotised by his intense green eyed-stare. He towered over her before softly uttering “Kiss me.”

Alicia placed her palm on Ville’s cheek and tiptoed to meet his lips. They were soft, plump, and he smelled positively flammable. She ran her tongue across his lips as she kissed him sweetly. Alicia gasped and looked down to confirm what she felt. Sure enough Ville’s cock was poking her in the stomach. She felt a small flood between her legs. Though she was struggling to make sense of her emotional feelings, her physical feelings were obvious. Alicia wanted to ride Ville until they both passed out.

As if he could read her lust, Ville kissed her deeply; his tongue forcefully claiming her hot mouth. His strong large hands on her waist began to slip down to grope at her hips. Very suddenly, a finger made its way between her labia lips and she gasped audibly at this delicious violation. A second finger joined the first and Alicia moaned loudly, as her pleasure dripped down to anoint Ville.

“Tell me what you want me to do, baby.” His deep baritone voice making her pulsate with wanting.

“Fuck me.” She begged.

“So impatient.” Chuckled ville, softly falling to his knees. Alicia began to tremble and the fine hairs on her body stood on end as she looked down. Ville kept hold of her gaze as he tongued her slit.

“Oh my god!” Moaned Alicia as Ville lapped at her clitoris with his tongue, dining on the waves of pleasure that dripped from her. He continued to use his fingers, in and out over and over, teasing her with his delicate penetration, as her back fused to the wall in a desperate attempt to remain upright. Her legs began to give way but Ville caught her in his strong arms. His hands snaked around Alicia’s thighs to her ass, lifting her onto her tiptoes so that he could feast on her fully. With each stroke of Ville’s tongue, she became more and more sensitive; she moaned and panted and begged as she came between his lips. Alicia all but collapsed onto Ville as he lifted her and carried her to the bed.

She lay her head down on the soft pillow as he climbed on top of her. Ville began to lick and kiss along her jaw and neck. Alicia squealed at the feel of his wet mouth so close to her chest. His hot and no doubt drunken breath danced along her skin, across her collarbone, lower… oh.

The top of Ville’s tongue found a nipple and pulled it teasingly between his teeth. Alicia’s orgasm had not reduced her wanting in the slightest. Everything south of her navel throbbed and ached for him. She had spent years secretly pining for his touch, and now she would take everything she wanted.

Alicia’s hand found Ville’s shoulder and gently pushed him to the side. He rolled over onto his back and watched her with lustful curiosity. She ran her palms down his smooth chest and wrapped one around his hard cock. He gasped ever so slightly; his eyebrows raised in anticipation. Alicia returned his stare as her wet lips found themselves wrapped around the warm and pink head of his manhood. Ville’s head lolled back as Alicia began to suck.

Ville moaned softly and opened his eyes to take in the vision of her pleasuring him. “You are so fucking beautiful with my dick in your mouth.” He murmured, slightly out of breath, his hand slid to the back of her head, guiding himself further down her throat gently.

Alicia got the message; pushing to swallow every inch of him in ignorance of her own gag reflex. He would never be able to say she wasn’t great at giving head. She chased his orgasm ferociously. Alicia wasn’t sure if they had a future after tonight, so she had to ensure this encounter was everything.

“No.” Moaned Ville. “I’m not finishing in your mouth, baby, let me fuck you.” Who was Alicia to argue? Kneeling, her thighs around his waist, she began to lower herself onto him. His moist head found her soaking slit and forced its way in. Alicia threw her head back in pleasure as Ville gripped her hips aggressively and began to pound her aching pussy.

There followed a symphony of euphoric phrases. In between Ville’s “Fuck!” and Alicia’s “Don’t stop!” the lovers moved in sync with each other.

“Get on your back.” Commanded Ville, suddenly. Alicia dismounted him obediently and did what she was told. Ville positioned himself in between her soft, legs and once again tore into her, leaving bruises on her thighs with his fingertips. His hips jolted forwards and back as he slammed into her over and over viciously and relentlessly. With each thrust, Ville pounded into Alicia’s cervix as she screamed in ultimate pleasure. With each wave, Alicia found herself getting closer, her mound beginning to heat, the pressure beginning to build. Small gasps of air escaped her lips as her sharply manicured nails left red claw marks up and down Ville’s back. They would both be incredibly sore in the morning.

“I- I’m gonna cum.” He moaned softly as he left lashings of thick white love inside her. Alicia wrapped her legs around Ville’s waist at the height of their shared orgasm. They lay there, clammy and entangled for several minutes as their heart rates lowered and their breathing returned to normal. Ville slid out of Alicia and gracefully lay down next to her. His heavy eyes found her, and they lay locked in each other’s gaze.

It was a minute before Alicia remembered… “Oh god, they probably heard us!” She covered her hands with her face and cringed with the shame.

Ville chuckled. “You were incredibly loud…” He smirked.

Alicia rolled over, her head resting on her elbow. “And whose fault was that, hmm?”

Ville blushed, “I regret nothing. Seeing those tits… this has been the best night of my life.” He grinned.

Alicia threw back her head and laughed. “You’re damn right… I don’t get these out for just anybody, you know.”

“Oh?” Questioned Ville, leaning in. “It looked like the whole apartment was very close to getting a show.”

Alicia sighed, “I didn’t want to kiss Mige, I wanted to kiss you. I panicked and… this Finnish asshole made me do shots of jagermeister.”

“He was a bit of an asshole, yes. He didn’t want to share you.” He smiled.

“Well, now you don’t have to.” She smiled back.

Alicia sat up in bed, stretched her arms above her head, and started the search for her clothes. She slid her panties back on and pulled the Black Sabbath shirt over her head. “You snooze, you lose!” She teased. “You are never getting this shirt back.” Ville groaned.

Alicia walked to the door and inched it open slightly… tiptoeing out of the room to get her walk of shame over, quickly. She was surprised to find the apartment completely empty. “Looks like we scared them away!” She called to Ville as she perused the leftover alcohol.

She returned to her naked lover with two cold cider cans. With click of two ring pulls and the metallic clink of their cans together, Alicia and Ville toasted the new found complexities of their relationship.

“Cheers… to new beginnings.” Smiled Alicia.

“And the best fuck of your life!” Grinned Ville, cheekily. It was a grin Alicia decided she wouldn't mind waking up to everyday from now on.

[wwereaderinserts]

Have two suggestions. If you don't use either it's okay.

1. Reader is besties with Rhea and she introduces them to Damien and they instantly click. Rhea has to warn her bestie that Damien isn't exactly the guy to fall for but it's to late. Damien is willing to change for the reader. (Smut/Fluff/Humor)

2. Rhea and reader have been friends for a long time due to their parents being long time friends. Rhea thinks Rhea would be a perfect fit for Finn but it's Damien who turns her friend's head. The friend is considerably older than Rhea and has been like a big sister to her. As for Damien it's love at first sight but it's also love at first sight for Finn. This causes tension between Damien and Finn but it's the reader who sweetly and gently let's Finn down and while it hurts he steps aside and it's Damien whom the reader chooses. (Fluff and Humor)

A/N: I did you one better, I might have tried somewhat merging the two the best I could instead!! Title: Reputation Pairing: Damian Priest x Reader Word Count: 2,305

“Look, I know you really wanted me to get to know Finn,” you sigh and look up at Rhea from across the small table, setting your drink down once you’ve taken a sip, “And don’t get me wrong, he’s an absolutely lovely guy, and I enjoy speaking with him, but…”

You trail off and slouch back in your seat, while Rhea does the complete opposite and leans forward, resting her elbows against the table. She quirks a brow at you and tents her fingers together, her curiosity piqued as she looks at you expectantly.

“But…?”

“Ever since you introduced me to Damian the other week…I don’t know. It just feels like me and him clicked right away. We’ve still been talking a fair bit over text and stuff, too.”

Rhea groans at this, her head hanging low for a moment before she snaps back up to look at you. If anything, she looks disappointed with this knowledge, though in the back of her mind, she’d already had an inkling that you’d come to find yourself in this exact situation.

Before you can even so much as fire any explanations or justifications her way, she holds a hand up, palm facing towards you as a clear sign for you to stop talking and listen to her instead. You comply without a second thought, bracing yourself for the incoming lecture from your best friend.

“God, I knew this exact bloody thing was going to happen,” Rhea huffs, lowering her hand before continuing, “I thought you and Finn would be perfect for each other, y’know? And as much as Damian is one of my best friends, I love him to pieces, but he’s not really the kind of guy you should fall for, trust me. I’ve told you this before. You’re one of my best friends, too, (Y/N). I’m just looking out for you.”

“Rhea, I hate to disappoint you, but it’s a bit late for that.”

You admit with a sheepish look on your face, much to Rhea’s dismay. Even though she’s already tried her best to deter you from Damian and send you in Finn’s direction instead, you can’t help how you feel about him. And you’re almost certain that her telling you that you shouldn’t pursue him has only succeeded in making you want him even more.

There’s still a pang of guilt that strikes you right in the gut when poor Finn comes to mind, though. He’s done nothing wrong per se, and you’d still be more than happy to remain friends with him if the feeling is mutual, but you know you need to do the right thing and tell him this sooner rather than later to avoid any potential hurt.

“I’m not saying too much, since it isn’t really my place,” Rhea begins, practically reading your mind before she swigs the last of her drink and tells you, “But if you’re not gonna pursue anything with Finn, you need to do the right thing and tell him so when they both get here. Because he and Damian have obviously spoken about you in conversation, and I don’t want it to start turning from bad to ugly.”

You inwardly curse yourself for the way your stomach flips at the knowledge of them, particularly Damian, talking about you. You also know that Rhea is absolutely right in what she’s saying, and you promise yourself that when they both get here shortly, you’ll pull Finn to one side and gently knock things on the head.

Another forty five minutes or so passes by, and you both catch sight of Damian and Finn walking through the door together to come and greet you and Rhea. Neither of you miss the way they both simultaneously light up when their eyes respectively land on you, and while the way Damian smiles at you sets off a swarm of butterflies in your stomach, they’re soon stomped out by the feeling of dread at the mere thought of the conversation you need to have with Finn.

“Look who finally decided to show up!” Rhea laughs as the duo pull up chairs at your table, with Finn sitting on your left and Damian sitting to your right. You greet Damian in the form of a smile and a brief hello, your eyes lingering on each other before you remember yourself, reluctantly averting your gaze to swivel in your seat and face Finn instead and leave Damian to converse with Rhea.

“I was lookin’ forward to seeing you today, y’know,” Finn tells you with a gentle smile on his face, his eyes visibly softening, “And everyone else, obviously. But mainly you.”

Finn nudges his foot against yours from under the table, and you let out a polite chuckle. Even though he’s not long gotten here, you decide you don’t want to put the conversation off for much longer, instead wanting to rip the bandaid off and get it over and done with.

“It’s my round this time, right?” you ask your friends while standing up, turning to Finn, “Feel like helping me carry some over?”

Finn doesn’t give you a verbal response and instead follows you suit, rising up out of his own seat and heading over to the bar with you while Rhea and Damian hold the fort. Unbeknownst to you, Damian’s eyes don’t stray from your form as he watches you momentarily leave with Finn, a wistful sigh falling from his lips while Rhea shoots him a knowing smirk and a nudge.

“Hey, stay away from her.” she lightly teases him, but there’s also a hint of a warning in her words, “I’ve already told you once, and I’ll tell you again. I’m not letting you break her heart.”

Damian shakes his head at the thought, tearing his eyes away from you to turn towards Rhea instead. He’s met with a raised brow and a scrutinising look, wordlessly daring him to plead his case to her.

“I know what I’ve been like with people in the past, but it’s not like that this time,” he sighs with a shrug, “I really like her, Rhea. Ever since you introduced us both, I haven’t stopped thinking about her. And I get why you’re unsure about it, I get that you’re looking out for her, but I promise you, I don’t want to fool around with her. I’m willing to change for her if she actually wants to be with me, y’know?”

Rhea takes a moment to consider his words, studying him for any signs to tell her that he’s being anything but genuine, but she sees no reason not to believe him. Damian’s gaze is unflinching, unwavering as he stares right back at Rhea, and she makes the executive decision to trust one of her best friends on this.

“Alright, alright,” she hums and defensively holds her hands out to Damian, “But I’m warning you again. You hurt her, break her heart, even make her cry once, and I’ll kick your ass.”

Rhea does it again, playing her threat off like a joke as she lets out a laugh, earning a chuckle from Damian, too, before they resume their regular conversation while they await yours and Finn’s return with the drinks.

Anxiety gnaws at you from inside out as you stride over to the bar with Finn, and you’re lost in your own mind, not even hearing a single word he’s saying to you as you both walk over. Your mind is racing, paranoid with how he’ll take the news, how he’ll react, if this is truly the right time and place to do this. Probably not, but the longer you delay it, the worst it’ll be for both of you.

“(Y/N)? Hello? You okay? You’re miles away.”

Finn eventually snaps you out of your thoughts, and you rapidly blink as you attempt to ground yourself. You lie to him, dismissing his concern before you give the bartender each of your drinks of choice, and you drum your fingertips along the edge of the bar while you try your best to muster both the courage and the words you want to say to him.

“Finn, I actually wanted to talk to you,” you lead with that, grabbing Finn’s attention, “I’d rather talk to you now than leave it until later in the night.”

“Oh, okay. What is it?”

Here we go, you think to yourself, Just let him down gently. You can do it.

“Before I say anything, I don’t want you thinking this is a reflection on you at all.” your hands tremble slightly, and you grip at the edge of the bar in an attempt to conceal it, “Because you’re a great guy, really. And I’ve really enjoyed speaking to you and getting to know you a bit better, but-”

“It’s Damian, isn’t it?”

Finn interjects, almost instantly figuring out exactly where the conversation is headed. Though he’d been holding out hope for a very different outcome, he’s been fully aware the entire time that his good friend has been interested in you, too.

Neither man had wanted to back down, which has created an air of tension between them both over the past few weeks, but you’ve ultimately ended up making the decision for both of them. Finn purses his lips into a tight smile, doing his best to hide the dejection that hits him like a punch to the gut, but you see right through it.

“Yeah, it…I think I’ve really clicked with him, and I really like him. I’m so sorry if I strung you along at all, I’ve only recently figured it out myself.”

You apologise, your voice barely a whisper, and Finn casts his gaze down to the floor with a single nod, seemingly signifying him conceding to Damian. He sighs and eventually looks right back at you, obviously wounded by your admission, but he swallows it down and puts on a brave face.

“It’s obviously not what I was hoping you’d say, but I kinda guessed it. He’s crazy about you, y’know.” he tells you, “If you want him, go get him. I’m not gonna get in your way now, promise. No bad blood or nothin’.”

Finn gives you another small smile, this one more genuine, and you feel a tide of relief wash over you now that you know things won’t be turning sour between you both. If anything, you sincerely hope that you can both remain friends in the near future.

“Thank you for understanding, Finn.” you smile back at him, “And for handling it all so well. Again, I am sorry-”

“Don’t worry about it,” Finn interrupts you with a nod of the head towards your friends, still sitting at the table, “I’ll carry the drinks back. I think you should go talk to Damian, make his night.”

You hesitate for a moment, but you reach out and give Finn’s hand a brief, grateful pat before you approach Rhea and Damian once more. They both look slightly confused when you return alone, but before they can press you on it, you decide to dive in head first.

“Damian, can we talk for a sec? Please?”

You ask, and while Damian looks slightly surprised, Rhea is very quick to put two and two together. She rises up out of her seat, excusing herself to go and help Finn with the drinks instead to leave you two alone to talk.

You sit next to Damian, nerves threatening to get the better of you despite a few prior glasses of liquid courage in your system, but you force them down and face up to the situation at hand instead.

“Everything okay?”

Damian asks, his brows knitting together with concern, the tension only dissipating slightly when you give him a sharp, affirming nod.

“Yeah, yeah. All fine, just,” you clear your throat and swallow thickly before you take the leap, “I just had a conversation with Finn. I…pretty much told him that I’ve enjoyed getting to know him more, but…”

“But…?”

“I told him I’ve clicked with you better. And I really like you. And…and I know it’s a risk, because Rhea’s mentioned to me that you’re not really a settling down type of guy. But I can’t help how I feel, Damian.”

Your confession stuns him into silence. It’s definitely what he’s been hoping to hear, but that doesn’t make it any less surprising to actually hear it coming straight from your mouth. Damian lets out a chuckle, most likely in disbelief above all else, but he’s quick to fade it out and fight his case to you.

“Look, I know I have a, uh…a bit of a reputation,” Damian admits sheepishly, but he quickly turns solemn, “But I’m serious about you. I like you a lot, I like how things have gone so far, and I wanna get to know you even more. And I know it’ll probably seem like it’s all talk, I don’t know what Rhea’s told you about me altogether, but I can prove it if you give me the chance to.”

You want to continue to heed Rhea’s previous warnings, but despite yourself, you believe every word that Damian tells you. He’s given you no reason to doubt him so far. It’s not like he’s even attempted getting you straight into bed with him at all, and unlike what Rhea has told you about him and his typical patterns, he’s actually taken the time and effort to get to know you properly.

“Well, I’ll never find out if you’re all talk or not if I don’t give you the benefit of the doubt, will I?” you chuckle softly, your eyes meeting Damian’s as your mile wide smile mirrors his own, “But…yeah, I’ll give you a chance. I really want to see where this goes with you, Damian.”

[knightelf]

i should count my blessings that my periods are rarely as debilitating as they used to be but oh ny god when they are. im having such a rough time with it rn thank god i didnt work today 😭

[graveyard-stray]

Since you returned || Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

Includes: Angst, PTSD, mentions of war, violence, and death, mentions of NSFW topics (briefly), swearing and yelling, rejection if you squint, fluff at the end <3

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: I literally JUST started Peaky Blinders and had to write this so if any details are wrong please forgive me!!

NOT PROOFREAD

You and Thomas Shelby had some- history to say the least.

You were practically apart of the Shelby family. Ever since you could walk you were best friends with Arthur, John, Finn, Ada, and of course- Tommy. You were the same age as Ada and grew up next door to the family so you spent lots of time with her, and in turn also her brothers.

You could almost always be found running around the street with the Shelby children, playing stupid games or causing a bit of trouble. The brothers never seemed to really care that you and Ada were girls. I mean sure they would be protective over you with danger or boys, but they didn’t exclude you or limit the activities just cause of your gender- and for this time period, that meant a lot.

Tommy in particular, you had always taken an interest in. He was quieter than the other brothers, and a bit smarter too. He was calm and calculated but also fun and sweet. You knew you could always go to him if you needed something and he had no problem getting into fights to protect you and Ada.

It was a very prominent memory in your mind, the day you realized your crush on Tommy. It was your 13th birthday and he was the first Shelby to arrive at your home to wish you a happy birthday. Even before Ada, who you could only assume was running around with her little boyfriend. Of course you didn’t mind though.

But it was your birthday and you were home alone as your mother was away at work and your father had been dead for years, and you heard a knock on your door. You got up from the table where you sat eating some breakfast and strode towards the door, upon opening it you see a 16 year old Tommy standing infront of you. He smiled down at you. “I believe I owe you, a Happy Birthday” He said rather smug and sarcastically but in a fun and playful manner.

You couldn’t help the smile that emerged from your face as he pulled you into a quick hug, once he drew away from you, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a small box wrapped with some ribbon, “And a little gift for you, of course.” he held the box out towards you. Your face tinted a bit pink as you looked down “oh Tommy you really didn’t have to get me anything.” You insisted. “Oh but of course I did, your 13 years old today, practically an old woman now!” He joked, causing you to giggle sweetly.

You grabbed the box from his hands and unwrapped the ribbon carefully. Your smile grew wide as you opened the box to see a silver bracelet inside. You weren’t sure if it was real but you’d didn’t care of course. What meant a lot to you was the fact it was silver. Everyone usually gave you things colored gold, but you really didn’t like gold. You were just too nice to say anything. Except once- mentioning it offhandedly. You didn’t think any one heard but…he did. He always heard you when you spoke.

“It’s silver, since I know you don’t like gold all that much.” Tommy mentioned as he observed your reaction to the gift. You smiled widely up at him and quickly wrapped your arms around him in another hug. He smiled and hugged you back.

After he left you realized his kindness. He was always kind to you, he listened when you spoke and sometimes you felt like he knew more about you than Ada. And then you can’t forget he is quite handsome.

From that day on your ever waking thought was consumed by Tommy Shelby.

13 YEARS LATER; 1919

Ever since he had returned from the war, Tommy wasn’t the same. He wasn’t Tommy anymore. Tommy Shelby was long gone. This was Mr. Shelby. The leader of the Peaky Blinders and the toughest man in Birmingham.

The day he came back from France you ran to him, you went to give him a hug and to welcome him home but he stepped away, avoiding your embrace. You were confused and a bit concerned at this reaction, taking note of his glare and the almost blank expression that painted his face. The light behind his eyes you knew so well was gone.

His refusal of your hug was exceptionally odd because- before he left you were quite close more so then usually. You were both in your 20s and it was unspoken but there was definitely a bit of tension there. You weren’t sure if he felt the same about you, but you were undeniably in love with him, more than just a grade school crush.

Now though, he was a completely different man. If you were told he was a different person entirely- not even named Thomas Shelby, just with the same face…you might actually believe it.

The fun gaze he possessed before was replaced by a hard glare. The smile you were so familiar with replaced by a constant blank expression or scowl. You could’ve swore you saw him smoking a cigarette 24/7 (although that wasn’t TOO strange for him) His face was thinner, his eyes baggier, and all around you could see that this was a broken man.

You walked into the Shelby family meeting and took a seat next to Aunt Polly. Arthur looked at you and furrowed his brows, “Uh no, this is a family meeting, You are not a Shelby. Your a (l/n).” He scolded you. But you didn’t move or even seem to acknowledge his words.

“(y/n)!” He snapped, attempting to get you to reply. You turned to him slowly, staying in your seat and taking a long drag from your cigarette. “As far as your concerned I am a Shelby. I helped your sister and aunt run this place while you were off in France, and now here I am getting disrespected and have no say? What happened?” You defended yourself, your tone quite unbothered.

Before Arthur could speak Tommy chimed in, “we came back.” He said, answering your question. Your eyes moved to him, “did you though?” You asked rhetorically. He was going to reply but Polly cut him off and began the meeting.

After the meeting ended you were the last to leave, or at least you thought you were. There you sat, in your chair looking out the window, cigarette between your fingers as you got lost in thought.

You were pulled out of your mind by a rough voice behind you, “What the hell do you think your doing?” Tommy asked angrily. “Smoking.” You replied matter a factly.

He scoffed, “you know damn well that ain’t what I mean. Showing up to family meetings and acting like you are one of us, like your a peaky blinder.” He scolded you.

You got up angrily and faced him. “I am a peaky blinder Thomas. While you were away fighting in that damn war I was here! I was here with Polly and Ada, and we ran this place. We did a bloody good job at it too! I am just as capable as you are!” You defended.

He looked down at you, “it isn’t safe, the people out there are bloody viscous. Your gonna get ripped to shreds!” He said, the scowl on his face never faltering.

“You don’t get to tell me what is and isn’t safe for me, who do you think you are? My keeper? Not in a million years Thomas!” She spat at him, the words seeping into him like venom. He hadn’t heard you call him by his full first name, ever- not that he really thought about it.

He got angry now, although deep down it wasn’t anger, it was sadness. Of course it didn’t come out that way… “ACTUALLY, I CAN TELL YOU WHAT IS AND ISN’T SAFE BECAUSE I AM IN CHARGE AROUND HERE. IF YOU WANT TO BE A PEAKY BLINDER YOUR GONNA LEARN TO FOLLOW ORDERS LIKE A DAMN OBEDIENT WOMAN.” He yelled in your face. You didn’t flinch, just frowned angrily and shook your head.

“Where is Tommy. I want him back.” You said softly? Mostly to yourself. “The hell do you mean? I’m standing right fuckin’ infront of you!” He said, still angry and now a bit confused.

You looked him in the eyes. Those piercing blue eyes that used to hold the world and now, were empty and cold. “The boy who used to care for me, for others. The boy who was kind…who knew my favorite color and cared to say goodmorning and goodnight and wish me a happy birthday every year. The boy who laughed and joked and had fun and had a life! The man who would NEVER speak to me, or any other woman for that matter, like I was some common whore!” You retorted.

He scoffed, “What? You expected me to come back and be the EXACT same man? You have no idea what happened over there! you could think about it realistically- But no! your just a little girl who doesn’t understand how the god damn world works. I mean seriously, PEOPLE DIED. I WATCHED PEOPLE DIE. That changes man! And besides, what’s it matter to you anyway?!” He yelled.

You took his face in your hands roughly, putting on hand on each cheek and forcing him to look you in your eyes as you said this, said the thing you always had wanted to tell him but were always to scared to say. “IT MATTERS BECAUSE I LOVED TOMMY SHELBY. I LOVED HIM MORE THAN ANYTHING AND NOW ALL I GET IS A MAN WHO IS ANGRY AND COLD AND JUST BLOODY MEAN!” You screamed, trying to suppress the tears that threatened your eyes. Not wanting to seem weak.

He pulled away from your grasp on his face and rolled his eyes “oh, so your upset because I didn’t take you home and sleep with you as soon as I got back? FUCK, you really are a cheap fucking whore!” He yelled, slamming a drawer closed.

“THAT ISN'T THE POINT AT ALL!” You yelled and looked up to blink, so the tears wouldn’t fall. “THE POINT IS THAT I LOVED YOU….” Your tone began to soften and the tears finally fell. “I loved you and, god- Thomas I know your struggling and I know that everything over there was horrible. But you won’t even let me help you. You won’t let anyone! All you do is get angry and mean and bitter and…I know my worth and I don’t deserve this.” You responded finally. Before turning and leaving the room.

As you left Tommy watched you go, the anger in his face now melting away and revealing the sadness. He realized he had made a mistake.

3 days later; 1919

You hadn’t spoken to Tommy in days. You had been entirely avoiding him. Mostly out of anger at how he spoke to you, and partially out of embarrassment and guilt. You knew he was struggling and ended up just screaming at him instead of trying to talk to him- but in your defense he was being rude first. And then you told him you were in love with him which you never even considering doing. It was not the greatest memory right now.

Tommy seemed quite alright, some rough business with other gangs but nothing too out of the ordinary, you knew how business was.

It was around midnight you assumed, you had just gotten out of bed to make some tea since you were unable to sleep. As you waited for the water to heat you heard a knock at the door. You looked suspiciously at it.

You grabbed your gun off the table near the door and held it tight as you looked through the peephole.

A soft sigh left your lips as you saw who it was, Thomas Shelby. You rolled your eyes before putting your gun down and opening the door to see what he could possibly want.

You hadn’t noticed through the peephole but he looked pretty messy. In just his pajamas and a jacket, his hair a mess and his face covered in sweat. You looked concerned, and any annoyance you had at his arrival soon washed away.

“I uh. I had a nightmare.” Tommy started, as he stood nervously in your doorway. “I’ve been having them every night really.” He continued softly. Your gaze softened. “Oh Tommy. Come in.” You moved out the way and let him walk in, he took a seat on your sofa as you closed the door and took the water off the stove- then moved to join him on the couch.

“I’m sorry (y/n). For the other day and showing up here now. All those things I said I- I didnt mean it. Your not a whore. Or a stupid little girl, you’re smart and beautiful and you’ve always been a deal too good for me…and tonight I woke up from my nightmare and I just. I don’t know…You said you wanted to help me, and I was scared of letting anyone help me. But I..love you.” He confessed, the look in his eyes tired and sad, but also that warm familiar look you knew well.

You put your hands on his cheeks softly, a striking 180 from how you held his face the other day, and placed your forhead against his. You could feel his shaky breaths on your face as you just sat there for a moment. “I will help you get through this, all of it. Because I love you too, Tommy.” You said as you sat there, once again getting to feel and smell him there with you, you missed this proximity to him.

Tommy smiled a soft smile as you called him his nickname. He put his hands atop yours, which were still on his face, and leaned in to connect his lips with yours in a quick kiss. It was quick but it was also soft and loving. You both had clearly waited for this for so long and it was worth it. “I missed hearing you call me that.” Tommy admitted. “I always thought my name sounded best coming out of your mouth” he said a bit suggestively. You chucked.

“Why don’t we head upstairs to my room? You can stay here, incase you have another nightmare.” You suggested, smiling softly at him as you pulled away from the closeness to look at him fully. He nodded softly before getting up.

As you got back to your room and crawled into bed and layed on your side facing the wall. He climbed in a moment after you, you could feel the dip in the mattress as he got in and under the covers. After he adjusted for a moment you felt his arm wrap around your waist and his body press against yours, his face burying in your hair. “I hope this is alright, love.” He asks softly.

You smile and grab hold of his hand which is resting on your stomach. “Definitely.” You reply as you both snuggle close and drift off to sleep.

Tommy Shelby didn’t have another nightmare that entire night he spent cuddled up with you in your bed, and sure he had a long way to go but he knew with your help it would be okay.

[jedi-luca]

Avenger Lane Chapter 9: American Football

Summary: You and your wife Quinn move your family outside of New York City to Avenger Lane; a small private suburbia. There you face your toughest obstacle of your marriage. Will your marriage with Quinn be strong enough when a certain redheaded beauty captures your attention? 

A/N: I promised I would drop something by the end of the week. Here's a small chapter. ;) I promise you Nat and Reader are happening.

Parings: Quinn Fabray x Reader / eventual Natasha x Reader(slow burn)

Warnings: Reader has a Penis

Previous Chapter. Next Chapter

It was mid morning in late August as you stretched your limbs breathing in the smell of freshly cut grass and morning dew. For a brief moment you were back on that old field at McKinley high. The track and cross country teams jogged. Coach Sue Sylvester calls the Cheerios practicing their pyramid sloppy babies. Coach Beist yelling at Finn for bringing donuts to practice. You were so far down memory lane that you didn’t even notice Natasha drive up on Clint and Laura’s golf cart.

“Y/N’s already running drills.” Clint chuckled, grabbing his cooler. 

The three friends walked over noticing Quinn who sat at a picnic table watching you run your old football drills she too was reminiscing of the good ole days. 

“Morning Quinn.” The three amigos grinned walking up as the blonde turned around with a smile.

“Morning.” Quinn said sweetly.

“See Laura, why didn’t you wear a shirt with my last name on it like Quinn?” Clint smirked

“Gross I threw those out years ago they all smelled.” Laura cringed, taking some contents out of her grocery bag.

“Where are the girls?” Natasha asked, looking around. 

“With my sister and niece.” Quinn responded. “Where’s Bruce?”

“Oh he’s out in Manhattan working on a new project.”

“On a Saturday morning?” Quinn furrowed her brows.

“Science never stops.” Natasha smiled back, shrugging. “Are you playing with us too?” Gesturing towards Quinn’s T-shirt.

“God No, Y/N wouldn’t let me wear my old Cheerios uniform.” She rolled her eyes.

“Gotcha.” Nat nodded before walking towards you.

“Hey.” Natasha cleared her throat seeing you in light football gear. Some Shorts over tights and an old jersey on your back. 

“Hi.” You grinned.

“You seem super psyched to get to play again.” She chuckled.

“Yeah it feels like riding a bike.”

“Sooo did you talk to Quinn about the job offer?” Natasha kinked her brow.

“Uhh not yet.” You gulped seeing her concerned expression you weren’t ready to tell people about the pregnancy it was still too early. Your wife hasn’t even gone to the doctor yet.

“Y/N-”

“Y/L/N!” Steve shouted from his jeep.

You waved seeing Bucky in the back and Peggy in the front.

“We’re finishing this later.” Natasha scolded you as the other’s walked toward you both. 

“So a few people are late but I figured when everyone gets here you and I could choose teams.” Steve grinned, giving you a brief hug.

“Coin toss on who chooses first.” You nod.

“Sup broskis!” Thor grinned holding up a beer as he stepped off of Val’s golf cart. Carol and Val grabbed a couple of bags as Thor set a cooler on the ground before rolling it over towards the picnic table.

Soon Tony was parking his golf cart when you turned to your wife who was prepping everything along with Peggy and Laura.

“Can I get a golf cart?” You ask, feeling left out.

“What? No!” Quinn huffed.

“That’s what I said.” Peggy laughed.  

“I never get fun stuff.” You grumbled.

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“Alright call it.” 

“Heads.” You call out quickly.

“Tails.” Steve nodded.

You and Steve looked at Peggy who flipped the coin.

“Heads.” She announced.

Steve grimaced hoping you wouldn’t take his first pick.

You looked at the people before you before choosing your first choice. “Thor.”

“Hell yeah chosen first.” Thor fist pumped.

“Bucky.” Steve smiled in relief.

“Val.”

“That’s what’s up.” Val smirked, walking over and standing next to Thor.

Natasha internally huffed at you not choosing her.

“Sam.” Steve smirks.

“Picked second but that's okay.” Sam grumbled.

“Carol.” You nodded, you knew Carol and Val together was key. Plus you remember Carol mentioning soccer and lacrosse. Doesn’t hurt that Val and Thor played rugby.

“Tony.” Steve smirked.

“Sorry kid, too slow.” Tony chuckled, joining Steve. 

“I think you mean you’re too slow, Old man.” You smirked back. “Clint.” He actually did play football.

“Ouch.” Tony huffed.

“Well Nat, come join the team.” Steve grinned.

“The betrayal.” she glared at you.

You chuckled. “I'm sorry Nat but everyone on my team has played sports.”

“I was in ballet!” she huffed shoulder checking you.

“Save it for the field Romanoff!” Steve clapped, having them huddle up.

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The score was 24 to 3 that was only because Natasha kicked their field goal.

You watched Steve snap the ball and your eyes went straight to Sam figuring he’d hand it off to his running back, but a flash of red caught your eye. You smirked; he thought he was slick. You began hauling down the field closing in on her.

“Gotcha!” You laughed, wrapping your arms around her waist, lifting her up. She yelped giggling as she held the ball. “Nice try gingersnap.” You smirked, snatching the ball from her grasp. “But you gotta be quicker than that.”

She looked at you with her jaw hanging. Thor and Carol laughed high-fiving you. 

“Damn, Rogers, you have Spam, Tony, Bucky, and Nat. I have these misfits and still whooped that ass!” You chuckled, acting like you were bending them over.

“Damn it Steve I told you they would know the ball was with Nat!” Bucky huffed.

“Y/N is calling our plays before we even do them!” Sam huffed.

“Is she reading my lips?” Steve whispered before looking over his shoulder to see you flirting with your wife.

“Look at that, they're flirting, not even paying attention or huddling.” Bucky shook his head.

Steve frowned that his team was the only one in a huddle. You were too busy saying things you want to do to your wife, Clint was acting like he was humping the ball at Steve, and Val was also flirting with her wife. Thor was the only one practicing his throws only because his wife Jane said he was throwing sloppily.

“Let's take ten.” Tony muttered before walking over to you seeing your wife walk away to help Peggy and Laura with lunch.

Tony approaches you as you grab some water.

“Hey kid.” 

“Hey Tony.” You grinned.

“So…You made a decision yet?” Tony asks for help.

“Uhh…” You look behind you to see if your wife was in earshot. “Some things came up and I haven’t-” 

“It’s okay kid the job is yours when you’re ready.” Tony left before you could say anything.

“Hey Nat, walk with me, talk with me.” Tony muttered looking back making sure no one was close enough to hear.

“What’s up weirdo?” Natasha chuckled, falling in step with her friend.

“I found something out about Y/N, and Y/N deserves to know. I just don’t think it should come from me and I don’t want it to come from her parents.”

“What do you mean?” Natasha asked, slightly surprised Tony would know anything.

He sighed looking back leaning against a tree as he watched you talking to your wife.

“Y/N, was accepted into MIT on a full ride.”

“Wait what?!” Natasha hissed her neck, nearly getting whiplash.

“My buddy down at MIT said she was accepted but that someone turned it down.”

“Well it wasn’t Y/N or her parents. So that leaves…” Natasha trailed off as she turned to look at Quinn who had her hands all over you.

“Now we don’t know if it was her-“

“It obviously was.” Natasha tried her best not to glare at her.

“Look Y/N deserves to know, but I can’t break it to the kid. It’s going to break their heart. It could ruin them Nat, and all I could think about was Y/N’s happiness. They have been together since high school. They have two little girls… I just can’t.”

“So you’re putting it on me?!” She exclaimed.

“I can’t put that on Frankie and Sophia.”

“Tony-“

“Please?”

“… Well I know now so I guess-” Natasha sighed. 

“Thanks Nat.”

“You owe me.” She mumbled.

“Deal, I’ll text you the documents.” He grinned before eating some raisins.

“Hey losers! S’go, I'm gettin’ hungry.” You shout, rubbing your tummy. “Babe, grab me a plate and a couple beers, I won’t be long. I’m having a victory feast after this.”

“You’re such an asshole when you play football.” Val snorted, giving you a light shove. “I love it.”

“Such a jock.” Carol grinned.

“You’re a dick, Y/L/N.” Steve laughed.

“Why are you so sure you’ll win.” Bucky, rolled his eyes playfully.

“You are down by 4 touchdowns!” Carol, flapped her arms.

“Romanoff, if I would have know you ran like that I would have picked you.” You taunt with a devilish smirk that makes her loins ache a little. 

“You’re an ass for having me picked last.” She flipped you off with a laugh.

“Oh thank you I’ll use this later.” You grinned, flipping her the bird before putting it in your pocket.

“Woooow, you are a different person playing this game.” Nat gasped, laughing in disbelief. 

“If you can’t take the heat, get outta the kitchen, Ginger Snap.” You smirked backwards jogging to your team.

“We have the ball losers!” Thor laughed, twerking his butt towards the other team

“Alright Revengers huddle up.” You called out. You ran through the last play before breaking the huddle and getting in line.

You all clapped before getting in line.

Thor began chanting. “Brooklyn 99! Brooklyn 99! Hut! Hut!”

Needless to say you scored one more time and won the game.

“Great game-“ you say to the other team high-fiving them. “Now move so I can eat. Big papa’s hungry.” You barked shoving past Sam and Bucky.

“I don’t think I like you this way. I’m calling your mother about this.” Tony huffed.

“Do it!” You taunt as Quinn sets your plate down with an ice cold beer next to it.

“Thanks baby.” You grin as she sits next to you.

“You’re welcome.” She smiles as you dig in.

“Wow, not even waiting for us.” Steve laughed, grabbing a plate.

“Winners don’t wait for losers.” You after taking a bite.

“I don’t know I kind of love this side of Y/N.” Carol shrugged as she and Val grabbed a plate.

“Honestly me too.” Bucky whispered to Steve. 

The blond furrowed his brow at his secret lover. “Excuse me?”

“Oh come on! Look at Y/N!” Bucky huffed. “The muscles, the bulge. Calling themselves Big papa. Y/N is-“

“If you finish that sentence I swear.” Steve glared elbowing Bucky in the gut.

“Don’t be jealous.” Bucky grinned before slapping his ass in line.

“Shut up I’m not-“

“Oh you so are.” Bucky chuckled, grabbing a beer before following him to a table.

Steve gave him another glare before digging in. 

Bucky chuckled at his jealousy before looking around making sure no one was watching. “You’re still the only thing I need.” He gently ran his hand near his inner thigh before eating.

Steve cleared his throat trying not to get a hard on. “Good.” He made a mental note to finally give that divorce lawyer a call.

“You’re right Y/N this is a victory feast.” Clint chuckled clinking his beer bottle with yours.

“Losers have to clean.” Val smirked.

“Except Nat, she's the only one who actually scored.” Carol snorted.

You were laughing when your daughter was calling your phone.

“Be right back.” You said standing up and walking away.

“So Y/N’s birthday is in a few weeks and I wanted to invite you all and let you know that its a surprise party. It’ll probably just be a glee/karaoke party Y/N had mentioned to me the other how much they miss singing and playing music.”

“That sounds great, Quinn consider us there.” Peggy smiled.

“Definitely.” Thor nodded.

“We won’t say anything to Y/N.” Val smiled.

“Oh Nat, will you please let Wanda know?” Quinn asked.

“Of course.” The redhead nodded.

“Sorry about that, our daughter just wanted the password to our Flix account.” You chuckled. “What did I miss?” 

“Just Bucky's whining.” Sam rolled his eyes playfully.

“He’s a sore loser.” Steve chuckled.

“Okay, Sam, you cried when I beat you at Uno.” Bucky huffed.

“Hey! I don't cry.” Sam punched Bucky’s arm.” 

“Now, now, boys, not at the table.” Nat smirked as Bucky placed his fist down.

“Sheesh I’m not playing cards with you guys.” You chuckled.

“Uh you’re kidding right? You moped the floor with us and boasted about it.” Bucky chuckled.

“Hey what can I say I’m a different person on the field.” You smirked.

“I kinda wanna see how you are at basketball.” Sam eyed you.

“Y/N was a point guard.” Quinn smirked.

“Baseball?”

“All star.” You grinned.

“Jeez.” Sam muttered.

“Why? Do you like getting your butt smacked?” You smirked.

“Alright Y/L/N I see how it is.” Sam cackled.

Natasha bit her lip watching the way you looked at your wife. She didn’t know how she was going to tell you, or even when, but she knew it needed to happen at some point. You deserve to know that someone close to you ruined your college career.