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motherismotheringggg · 7 days ago

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slow burn — pt. 3 (the finale)

summary: the third and final part of the camp counselor threesome between the reader, Cooper and Nicholas where the finally decide to cross into the most intimate pique of this relationship - read pts one and two if you haven't

tags/warnings: 18+, oral (m! + f! receiving), raw sex (wrap it up tho fr), swallowing, creampie, vouyerism, praise, being used (not sure i’m phrasing that right), pleasure dom!

authors’s note: i’m almost sad im wrapping this up but im happy to FINALLY give yall part three. again so sorry it took so long, if only i could just sit around all day and write fics, life could be a dream 😭 also this made me realize i have a praise kink so there’s that but anyway please enjoy <3

word count: 6111

tag list: @darlingnikkisixx , @lol-sweetdoll , @kiwisaremediocre

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The knocking at your cabin door quickened, and you could hear muffled laughter from your “friends”. A rush of nervous excitement buzzed through you as you crossed the room and opened the door.

There they were—flowers in hand, looking pleased with themselves.

A surprised laugh escaped you. “Well, this is … a surprise,” you said, stepping aside to let them in.

Nicholas entered first, handing you the flowers and pulling you close. “We had to make sure our girl felt special,” he murmured, his voice low, eyes soft with boyish innocence. He kissed your forehead, a flutter racing through your chest. Cooper followed, setting the takeout down with a grin.

“Nick picked the flowers, I wrote the card,” Cooper said, hugging you tight, grounding you with his warmth.

“You look beautiful,” he added, meeting your gaze with gentle warmth and a sparkle in his eyes.

As Cooper stepped out to grab his charger, Nicholas settled into the armchair, his broad frame filling the seat, and you couldn’t help but notice the way his shorts stretched over his muscular legs, a flush warming your skin.

Breathing in the flowers, you smiled as Nicholas’s boyish grin met yours. He crossed the room, his thumb grazing your cheek while his hand resting on your hip, pulling you closer. “Glad you like them,” he murmured, a rare softness in his voice that only made him more irresistible.

Before you could respond, his lips met yours, slow and deliberate, sending a shiver down your spine. His hands framed your face, grounding you as each kiss deepened, pulling you further into the moment.

Nicholas hovered just above your lips, smirking as he knew he had you wrapped around his fingers. “I’m gonna shower, baby girl. Try not to miss me too much.” His confident, boyish tone drove you wild.

Your cheeks flushed, your body reacting instinctively to the promise in his voice. You smirked and teased him with a small push toward the bathroom. Just then, Cooper returned, unaware of the tension in the room.

“Nicholas, I grabbed your charger, but I can’t find mine,” Cooper said, closing the door behind him. You moved to the vanity to arrange the flowers, tuning out their banter as Nicholas joked about being the "daddy of the group” because he’s always taking care of everyone. He slowly approached Cooper, closing the distance with quiet confidence.

Nicholas’s hand found Cooper’s neck, his fingers slipping beneath his curls in a firm yet gentle hold. His dark gaze lingered on Cooper, and before you could fully process what was happening, their lips met in a kiss that was magnetic—unhurried, deep, and consuming. Cooper responded just as intensely, their bodies fitting naturally together. The room seemed to fade around them, leaving only the two of them locked in this fiery connection.

A thrill shot through you as you watched, captivated by the rawness between them. Nicholas stroked the side of Cooper’s neck, the subtle contact making your pulse quicken. You couldn’t look away, eyes glued to every movement. Nicholas moved between you and Cooper with effortless confidence, his attraction to both of you apparent as he shifted his focus without hesitation, knowing the spell he cast.

Nicholas noticed, his smirk widening. “See something you like, sweetheart?” His voice was low, teasing, eyes gleaming with mischief. Cooper’s gaze stayed fixed on him, softer yet eager for more.

You laughed nervously, trying to mask the warmth flooding through you. “Go shower,” you said, your voice light but with an edge of desire.

Nicholas winked, pleased, and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving you and Cooper in thick silence. A moment later, Cooper’s gentle voice broke it. “Come here,” he murmured, hand reaching out, eyes softening as he looked at you.

You crossed the room, heart racing as Cooper pulled you into a hug, his head resting against your chest. ��I can feel your heart racing, you know,” he whispered, voice low and teasing. You brushed his jaw, laughing nervously. “Just… excited. After seeing that, I’m just…excited.”

Cooper chuckled, his cheeks flushing. “Watching you two was… so fucking hot,” you murmured, voice trailing off. The heat of the moment lingered between you, thick with anticipation.

Cooper softened, taking your hand in his, his thumb tracing circles over your knuckles. “I’m excited too,” he said, voice quiet but sincere, “but more than that, I want you to feel safe and cherished. This is about you, every step of the way.” His eyes searched yours. “If you ever need a break, just say the word. Tonight is about making you feel adored, taking it slow, and making sure you’re completely comfortable. We’re here for you, no pressure, no questions.”

He kissed your fingers gently, eyes never leaving yours. “You matter the most to us.”

Cooper’s fingers lingered on your hand, his grip careful yet strong, radiating a deep sense of protection. “You’re safe with us…with me,” he murmured, eyes crinkling in a soft smile. “We’ll go at your pace, whatever that may be.”

He cupped your cheek gently, pulling you in for a kiss that was both grounding and passionate. His touch was steady, savoring every second of connection between you. Without breaking the kiss, he guided you onto his lap, his hands settling on your waist as if memorizing every inch of you.

The kiss deepened slowly, each movement deliberate and filled with intensity. His hands slipped beneath your shirt, grazing your skin, sending sparks through you. You felt absorbed in him, your bodies perfectly attuned, moving together with a rhythm that felt both natural and thrilling.

Meanwhile, Nicholas stepped out of the shower, towel around his waist, taking a moment to steady himself. Tonight was different—it was about crossing a threshold, a weighty but thrilling step. He grabbed his phone, scrolling through, his gaze lingering on the nudes you and Cooper sent him. He couldn’t help but admire the way you looked, how Cooper’s gaze was almost smoldering.

Nicholas felt a rush of heat as he stared at the images on his phone, arousal building in him as memories of the night ahead filled his mind. His hand instinctively moved over his towel, the fantasies intensifying with each thought of the night to come. He imagined the sounds of Cooper’s breath, the warmth of his skin, and the way you would arch your back, trusting him fully as the three of you became tangled together.

His grip tightened, urgency building as he pictured the three of you in sync, vulnerable yet perfectly aligned. Each breath came out ragged, the fantasy driving him closer to the edge until he finally gave in to the intensity, a soft groan escaping his lips as he reached release. He exhaled shakily, satisfied but still buzzing with anticipation as he prepared to join you and Cooper.

Meanwhile, you and Cooper shared soft kisses, your hands tracing over each other’s skin. Smiling, you sat up and teased, “I have a little surprise for both of you!” Cooper raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh?” he asked, a playful smirk on his lips as he leaned back, eager to see what you had in mind.

You flashed Cooper a playful smile, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips before slipping away, teasing him with a glint in your eye. As you headed toward the walk-in closet, you glanced back, catching his gaze.

Just as you entered the closet, Nicholas emerged from the bathroom, steam swirling around him, his skin still glistening. He wore only a pair of grey Nike shorts, the fabric clinging to his body, revealing his toned frame. With a playful brow arched, he slid a hand around your waist, pulling you closer, his voice low and teasing. “And where do you think you're going?” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin.

But instead of staying, you stepped back, letting his hand slip away with a mischievous smile. The playful distance between you made him ache with frustration and desire, a flicker of longing in his eyes. You knew the game, and it drove him wild.

As you slipped into the closet, Nicholas and Cooper exchanged a knowing glance, their eyes filled with arousal and intrigue. Nicholas chuckled softly before joining Cooper on the bed. He casually placed his hand on Cooper's thigh, massaging it in slow, intimate circles, sending an undeniable shiver through him. Their tension simmered as they waited for you to return.

When you emerged, the room fell silent. All eyes locked onto you as you stood in black lingerie, its sheer fabric tracing every curve of your body. The lace delicately framed your figure, the plunging neckline highlighting your chest, and the high-cut sides accentuating the soft lines of your hips. You exuded power, sensuality, and confidence—impossible to look away from.

Nicholas’s lips parted slightly, his eyes wide as they roamed over you, completely mesmerized. Cooper visibly swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing as he took in the sight of you. They didn’t just look at you—they worshipped you with their gaze, each movement you made pulling them deeper into your spell.

You stopped at the foot of the bed, standing tall, a playful smirk tugging at your lips as they drank you in. The silence in the room was thick, heavy with lust and unspoken desire, the air crackling with anticipation.

The tension was palpable as you crawled onto the bed, your movements deliberate and graceful, keeping their eyes locked on you. Kneeling in front of them, you exuded confidence, your posture and expression daring them to act but making it clear who was in control tonight.

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Without hesitation, you reached for Cooper’s hand, guiding it to your waist. His touch was immediate, and firm, as his fingers kneaded the soft lace. He didn’t waste any time, rising to his knees, his free hand sliding up to your neck to pull you closer. His lips found the sensitive skin below your ear, brushing lightly at first, teasing you with soft, barely-there kisses.

But soon, the teasing stopped. His kisses turned to open-mouthed presses against your skin, his teeth grazing just enough to make sparks race down your spine. His grip on your waist tightened as he grew bolder, his mouth working against your neck with a ferocity that made you gasp.

“Cooper,” you moaned out breathlessly, the sound of his name only urging him on. His kisses became more demanding, his tongue tracing fiery lines along your throat before sucking hard enough to leave marks that would last for days.

While his lips worked your neck, you turned your attention to Nicholas. His gaze was locked on you, his breathing shallow, pupils dilated with desire. You took his hands in yours, raising one to your mouth. Your eyes never left his as you slowly parted your lips and slid two of his fingers into your mouth, wrapping your tongue around them in a slow, deliberate motion that had him trembling.

“Fuck,” Nicholas muttered under his breath, his body rigid with restraint as he watched you, his hand gripping the sheets in a tight fist.

Cooper’s kisses slowed, becoming softer, more deliberate as he realized what was happening beside him. He pulled back just enough to glance down at the scene, his warm breath fanning over your damp skin as his eyes followed the sight of Nicholas’s fingers slipping between your lips. A low, throaty chuckle rumbled from him, and he pressed another teasing kiss below your jaw before whispering in your ear, “Fuck… we both want you so bad, Y/N.” His voice was thick with desire, each word dripping with need.

Nicholas, whose breath had quickened as he watched you, let out a rough, unsteady laugh. His voice was low and gravelly, a mix of lust and affection that made your heart race. "Tell us what you want, baby," he urged, his fingers flexing slightly against your tongue. The pressure was subtle but deliberate as if he couldn’t help but test the sensation, his control fraying with every passing second.

Your eyes locked with his, holding his smoldering gaze as you drew his fingers deeper, your tongue tracing over them slowly, deliberately. Nicholas’s lips parted involuntarily, his breath hitching as he watched, his chest rising and falling unevenly. A soft hum escaped your throat, vibrating against his fingers, and the sound sent a jolt straight through him. You gave him a teasing smile around his fingers before letting them slide free, your lips leaving a faint sheen on his skin.

You allowed the teasing smile to linger before turning slightly, your focus shifting toward Cooper. He seemed to read the cue, moving with purpose as he brushed his lips against yours in a fleeting, heated kiss before trailing them down your jaw and neck. His hands, warm and confident, slid down your sides, the touch sending a shiver of anticipation through you. With a fluid motion, he settled behind you, his chest pressing softly against your back.

The sensation of his warmth against you sent another shiver down your spine as his lips found the curve of your neck, kissing and gently biting at your skin. Cooper’s hands slid over the straps of your lingerie, tugging them down over your shoulders with a maddening tenderness. His fingers brushed against your skin, and as they found your breasts, he cupped them firmly, his thumbs circling over your sensitive peaks in teasing rhythmic motions.

Your breath hitched as you leaned into Cooper’s touch, but the movement caught Nicholas’s attention. Not wanting to be left out, he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a deep, searing kiss. His hands framed your face, his intensity drawing you further into him, while Cooper continued his gentle ministrations behind you. You were perfectly sandwiched between them, every touch and kiss pulling you deeper into the heat of the moment.

The heat between the three of you was overwhelming, leaving you drunk on the electricity coursing through your body. Nicholas’s presence, commanding as always, guided the moment with effortless authority. His hand reached for Cooper’s, guiding it between your legs. His fingers, firm yet deliberate, directed Cooper’s touch, and the effect was immediate. Cooper’s hand began to move, his touch gentle at first, then quickly becoming more confident as he massaged you with a maddening rhythm.

Your body faltered under the intensity of their attention, the force of it threatening to unravel you completely. The only thing keeping you upright was the strength of their bodies surrounding yours. Cooper’s chest pressed solidly against your back, comforting and steady, while Nicholas remained close in front, his smoldering gaze locked onto every flutter of your expression.

Your trembling hands sought stability, finding their way to Nicholas’s chest. You traced over the hard ridges of his muscles, savoring the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. A spark of mischief flickered through you as your hands lingered, finding his nipples and teasing them with the faintest brush of your thumbs. His reaction was immediate. A sharp inhale escaped his lips, his brows furrowing as his eyes darkened further with desire.

“Fuck,” he growled, his voice deep and rumbling through your core. “Make me feel good, baby.”

Without hesitation, you leaned forward, capturing his nipple in your mouth. Your tongue flicked over the sensitive bud before your teeth grazed it, biting down just enough to make him groan low in his throat. His head fell back, a visible shiver running through him as he surrendered to the sensation. The tension in his body melted into an intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain, each breath more labored than the last.

Spurred by your boldness, Nicholas leaned into you, one hand cupping the back of your head while the other steadied himself on Cooper’s thigh. The rawness of the moment overwhelmed him, and before you knew it, he turned to Cooper. Their lips met in a fervent kiss, both unexpected and entirely consuming.

Cooper responded instantly, his mouth parting to let Nicholas’s tongue claim his own. There was no battle for dominance—Cooper gave himself over completely, letting Nicholas guide him. The kiss was intense, messy, and utterly magnetic, their breaths mingling as they moved against each other. The weight of their connection pressed into your back, their passion amplifying your own as Cooper’s fingers worked you closer and closer to the edge.

Each movement, each touch, and each shared breath wove the three of you tighter together, creating a tapestry of lust, affection, and surrender. The room was filled with soft groans, whispered names, and the sound of desire echoing in the heavy air. Time seemed to stretch, and you let yourself be consumed, fully immersed in the bliss of the moment.

As the tension between you and the two men deepened, the atmosphere felt electrified, charged with the energy between you. The pleasure coursing through your veins made it difficult to focus on anything other than the magnetic chemistry between the three of you.

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Nicholas, always in control, caught your gaze with a look that spoke volumes. Without a word, he gently guided you back onto the bed, positioning you at the edge. Your legs hung over the side as he silently commanded you to spread them wide. You obeyed, your breath quickening as Cooper moved behind you, his large hands steadying you at your waist. His fingers skimmed your body, pressing soft, lingering kisses along your neck, his lips whispering praises that sent shivers down your spine.

“You look so beautiful” Cooper murmured, his voice deep with admiration as his hands traced the curve of your breast. His thumb circled your nipple lightly, sending waves of sensation across your skin. You craned your neck back, offering him a deep, passionate kiss, allowing the moment to consume you entirely.

Meanwhile, Nicholas positioned himself on his knees between your legs, his eyes locked with yours as his warm breath fanned across your inner thighs. You felt the heat of his gaze before you felt the first soft touch of his lips against your most sensitive skin. The instant contact sent a rush of warmth through you, your back arching as you instinctively leaned into the sensation.

Cooper continued to hold you, his hands roaming over your body, caressing your breasts, and sending little shocks of pleasure through you as he kissed your neck. The combination of his tender touch and Nicholas’s relentless attention was nearly overwhelming, each kiss and caress driving you closer to the edge. Cooper’s voice was low, full of adoration as he whispered sweet, filthy praises into your ear. "You’re perfect" he breathed, his lips brushing against your skin as his hands continued their gentle assault on your chest.

Cooper’s praises flowed like a steady stream, his voice low and filled with lust as he continued to shower you with admiration. "I bet you taste so fucking sweet for him," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear, his hands never ceasing their movements as they caressed your breasts. You could barely speak between all the sensations, you gave him pleading eyes as you nodded.

He glanced down at Nicholas, who was still buried between your legs, his focus unwavering. "You hear that, Nick?" Cooper said, voice hushed but dripping with desire. "She’s perfect." Nicholas didn’t pull away, his mouth never straying from your womanhood as he hummed in agreement, the vibration sending a fresh wave of pleasure through you. Cooper chuckled softly at the sound, the heat between them only intensifying.

"Every time you moan like that, it makes us want you more," he continued, his voice thick with desire. "Makes us want to give you everything." He kissed your neck deeply, his lips working their way down as he added, "We’re gonna make you feel so fucking good, Y/N.” “I can’t wait to feel those tight walls wrapped around my cock baby." His words were enough to push you even closer to the edge, and you found yourself panting, desperate for more.

Nicholas’s movements grew more confident as he delved deeper into you, his tongue working with expert precision, making you gasp with each soft flick and teasing stroke. Lapping at all of your juices and responding everytime your body reacted. One of your hands gripped the bed sheets while the other found itself tangling in Cooper’s hair, gripping him as the pleasure began to build, a pressure inside you slowly unraveling.

As you teetered on the edge of release, your body swelled with the need to feel both of them—completely and undeniably. Cooper’s touch was a constant, firm presence, his hands gripping you as his lips whispered more praises into your ear. "You’re so fucking perfect, baby," he murmured as his fingers worked their magic, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. Nicholas never slowed, his tongue still dancing between your legs as his hands held your hips steady, guiding your movements as you writhed under them. Your moans echoed in the room, bouncing off the walls as the pressure built, the sensation too much, yet everything you needed.

Finally, you came undone, a cry leaving your lips as your body trembled, your legs buckling with pleasure. Nicholas kept you grounded, anchoring you to the bed, his mouth never leaving you as he worked you through the peak of your climax. When the tremors slowed, you were breathless, completely spent, yet desperate for more.

As you caught your breath, you let your body melt back into Cooper’s chest, feeling the weight of his presence as your skin hummed with the aftershocks of your release. Nicholas’s lips were there, moving gently up your body as he kissed his way to your mouth, his fingers grazing your skin as his lips parted slightly in a teasing grin. “Are you still with us, gorgeous?” he murmured, his thumb caressing your cheek tenderly, a spark of mischief still in his eyes.

You barely managed to nod, your breath still shaky as you gasped out a soft, breathy “Yes.” Nicholas rewarded you with a quick tap to your cheek before he pulled you into a deep, fervent kiss, one that had you melting further into him. As his lips left yours, Cooper shifted slightly behind you, guiding you up with ease as Nicholas pulled you to your feet, his hands roaming as he helped strip the rest of your lingerie off, leaving you exposed, your body bare and vulnerable to both of them.

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The tension in the room was electric, charged with anticipation as the air thickened around you. Nicholas moved swiftly, guiding you back toward the bed with a gentle but firm hand at your waist. He laid you flat on your back, your body supported by your elbows as you propped yourself up, your chest heaving with excitement. Cooper knelt in front of you, his hands gripping your hips with a possessive, gentle pressure as he positioned himself between your legs.

Nicholas settled behind you, his presence unmistakable as his eyes flickered between you and Cooper, taking in the scene with a fiery intensity. His voice came out low, filled with both command and admiration. “Cooper,” he murmured, his words carrying a weight that sent a shiver through you, “show her how good she makes you feel. She deserves every inch of you.”

Cooper’s hands tightened around your hips, pulling you toward him with a sense of urgency that made your breath catch. He slid into you slowly, the stretch of him causing you to gasp as your body adjusted to his size. The feeling of him filling you was overwhelming, each inch of him sinking deeper, the intensity of his presence making your legs tremble.

His pace was slow at first, savoring the moment, but as the rhythm built, he shifted into a deeper, more deliberate motion, each thrust pushing deeper and deeper into you. It felt as though he was penetrating your very core with every stroke, and the pleasure intensified with each passing second. You could feel his control slipping away as the two of you moved in perfect sync, lost in the overwhelming sensation of being together.

Nicholas, ever the coach, didn’t let up on the encouragement. His hands were gentle as they caressed your face, his voice was full of fire. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured, his gaze fixed on Cooper’s every movement. “Look at how good you’re making her feel. She’s all yours, Coop, but she’s so fucking beautiful like this.” His words were like a spark to the fire building within you, the praise making you feel even more connected to both of them.

As Cooper found his rhythm, his thrusts deepening, Nicholas leaned forward slightly, speaking directly to you. “You look amazing,” he said, his voice gravelly. “You’re taking him so well. I can’t wait to see you both finish, baby.”

The combination of Cooper’s steady thrusts and Nicholas’s relentless praise created a perfect storm of sensation, your body helplessly caught between the two of them. With each movement, you felt yourself falling further under their control, but you never wanted to leave. The rhythm, the desire, the connection—it was all-consuming.

Cooper’s motions got faster as he helped you reach your pique. He grunted and moaned, “Fuck…y/n…you feel so good”, “You’re so fucking tight baby”, “I want you to make me cum”. Just then, he crashed into you, kissing you deeply as he continued to rock his hips into you.

Nicholas ran his hands through Cooper’s dark tresses as he tugged a little and said “Good boy Cooper, make her feel special.” He pulled him up from the kiss with you to give him one of his own. Cooper kept a steady pace in you as he and Nicholas kissed. Nicholas’s hands messaging and pinching at your nipples, drawing you further along.

They moaned into each other’s mouths and the sight of their connection ignited something even deeper within you, amplifying the intensity of everything you were already feeling. Cooper’s steady rhythm kept you grounded while Nicholas’s hands teased and explored, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through you. The way they moved together—perfectly in sync—was mesmerizing as if their focus on each other somehow enhanced the attention they lavished on you.

Nicholas broke the kiss first, his lips still lingering near Cooper’s as he whispered something you couldn’t quite catch, though the teasing smirk on his face sent a shiver down your spine. His attention turned back to you, his eyes burning with intent as his hands moved lower, brushing over your thighs in a way that made you gasp. His fingers found their way to your clit, wherein the instant he touched you, your body pulsed and thrashed, unable to restrain from the waves of pleasure. Nicholas coaxed it out of you with more affirmations, he loved seeing you like this. Completely untethered to restraint. Cooper grinned as he threw his head back in pleasure,

Nicholas’s voice was a soothing, grounding force as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured, his tone rich with adoration. “Look at you—so beautiful, so perfect like this.” His fingers worked with unrelenting precision, drawing every ounce of pleasure from you.

“The way you respond to us, the way your body moves… it’s intoxicating. You’re intoxicating.” His lips grazed your jawline as his hands didn’t falter, coaxing you further into surrender.

Cooper, grinning as his own pleasure built, let out a moan that seemed to spur Nicholas on. “You’re everything, Y/N,” Nicholas said, his tone filled with awe. “The way you let go—God, it’s so perfect. You make us want to give you everything we have.”

Nicholas had you and Cooper exactly where he wanted you—teetering on the edge of bliss, entirely at his mercy. The way both of you responded to his every touch, his every word, was intoxicating, a symphony of vulnerability and surrender that only fueled his desire. He watched as your bodies moved in perfect harmony with his guidance, your faces painted with pleasure that sent a thrill straight through him.

The sight of you both like this—so open, so undone—drove him wild. It was power, yes, but it was also something deeper. Seeing the trust in your eyes, the way you melted into his touch and responded to his commands, stirred something primal within him. The connection he shared with both of you at this moment was unlike anything he’d ever known, and it only made him crave more. His hands, his lips, his voice—all of it worked together to pull you both closer to the brink until the tension in the air was almost unbearable.

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You and Cooper moaned into each other’s mouths as you climaxed, your bodies trembling together, chests rising and falling in perfect sync. Foreheads pressed against each other, and you both took a moment to catch your breath. The intimacy of the moment lingered as you looked into his eyes, a bold glint in yours as you murmured, “I want to taste myself on you.”

Cooper’s eagerness was evident, his lips curving into a grin as he shifted to sit upright on the bed. His anticipation was palpable, and it sent a thrill through you as you moved with purpose. Rising to your knees, you turned to Nicholas, who had been watching with a heated gaze from his spot behind you. Meeting his lips in a deep, lingering kiss, you pulled away just enough to whisper, “I want to feel you inside me, baby.”

Nicholas’s hands found your hips as you shifted into position. Kneeling before Cooper, you arched your back, giving Nicholas the angle he needed to adjust behind you. Before he could move, you focused on Cooper, leaning in to kiss him once more. Your lips trailed down his neck and along his chest, the warm press of your mouth leaving a path of teasing bites and kisses until you reached his thighs. You paused there, catching his gaze with a knowing look before pressing a kiss just above his knee, savoring the way he shivered in anticipation.

You took him in your mouth and his breath hitched with a relief, automatically feeling relaxed as you handled him. Swirligny your tongue around his tip, tasting the sweet saltiness of his precum. Using your teeth in the slightest way to make him moan out loud.

Nicholas lingered for a moment, watching with an intense, almost hungry gaze before slipping a finger inside you, his touch deliberate and teasing. The sensation pulled a moan from your lips, muffled against Cooper’s member. The vibration of your voice sent a shiver through Cooper, his head falling back as he groaned in response.

Nicholas leaned in closer, his voice low and velvety, tinged with satisfaction as he asked, “You like that, Coop? You like how she moans for you?” His question was edged with a playful taunt, though his eyes burned with genuine desire.

“Fuck yes,” Cooper responded, his voice thick and breathy, his fingers threading through your hair to guide you gently. “She’s so fucking hot.”

Nicholas’s smile grew, hunger flickering in his expression as he added another finger, his movements slow but precise, coaxing more sounds from you. “Take him all the way in, gorgeous,” he instructed, his tone both commanding and encouraging, his free hand resting possessively on your hip.

You pushed yourself further, letting Cooper fill you as his hips stuttered in response. His moans spilled out, raw and uncontrollable, his fingers tightening in your hair as you worked him with eager determination. The sensation of his pleasure only fueled your own desire, especially as Nicholas pressed against you from behind.

With deliberate slowness, Nicholas guided himself inside you, his grip firm on your hips as he filled you inch by inch. The stretch sent a wave of pleasure rippling through you, your body instinctively arching back into him. The contrast of being so completely filled in both ways was overwhelming, every nerve in your body alight with sensation.

Nicholas groaned deeply as he buried himself fully, his hands sliding up your back to steady you. "You take us so perfectly," he murmured, his voice low and full of praise. "You were made for this."

Cooper looked down at you, his chest heaving as he brushed his thumb over your cheek. “You’re incredible,” he breathed, his voice shaky with emotion and lust. “You feel... God, you feel so fucking good.”

Nicholas began to move, his rhythm slow and deliberate at first, his hips meeting yours with steady force. Each thrust sent shocks of pleasure through you, making it harder to concentrate as you worked Cooper. The symphony of your collective moans filled the room, the more Nicholas bucked into you, the more you moaned causing Cooper to lose control. You all worked so well together.

Cooper was so close to finishing, Nicholas could see it in his face, “Look at me Cooper, look me in the eyes when you cum baby boy”,

Cooper's gaze snapped to Nicholas, his breath hitching as he fought to keep control. His grip on your hair tightened slightly, the tension in his body, building with every second. Nicholas smirked, his pace behind you steady yet commanding, a deliberate rhythm that had your moans vibrating against Cooper, driving him closer to the brink.

“Come on, Cooper,” Nicholas coaxed, his voice low and intoxicating. “Give it to her. Let her feel how good she makes you.”

The encouragement sent a shudder through Cooper, his head tilting back as his climax surged forward. His hips jerked involuntarily, and with a guttural groan, he spilled into you, his release hot and intense. His trembling hands framed your face as his eyes fluttered closed, his expression a mixture of bliss and surrender.

You swallowed him down, savoring every moment as Nicholas kept a steady hold on your hips, his own movements never faltering. “That’s it, gorgeous,” Nicholas praised, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You did so well for him.”

Cooper leaned back slightly, catching his breath, his eyes still hazy with pleasure. “You’re amazing,” he murmured, his thumb brushing tenderly over your cheek as he smiled down at you.

Nicholas shifted behind you, his hands sliding up your back and pulling you into an arch as he growled low in your ear. “Your turn now,” he said, his tone filled with promise as he claimed your attention completely.

Nicholas’s grip on your hips tightened, pulling you flush against him as he buried himself deeply inside you. His thrusts were purposeful and unrelenting, each movement designed to draw out every ounce of pleasure from you. You cried out his name, your body trembling under the intensity of his control. Nicholas’s lips found the curve of your neck, his kisses trailing fire along your skin as he murmured praises between every thrust.

“Just like that, gorgeous. Let me hear you,” he commanded, his voice low and dripping with desire. “You’re so perfect…so good for me.” He said leaning down to kiss along your spine.

Cooper, still recovering from his own climax, sat back and watched the scene unfold with awe in his eyes. He couldn’t take his gaze off the way Nicholas moved with you, his dominance unwavering but still laced with tenderness. “She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Cooper said, almost breathless.

Nicholas spared him a glance, a smirk playing on his lips as he continued his rhythm. “She’s everything,” he replied, his voice thick with admiration.

Your nails dug into the sheets, your moans spilling freely as Nicholas drove you closer and closer to your edge. He shifted slightly, angling himself to hit your cervix, sending a shockwave of pleasure through your entire body. Your cries grew louder, your body writhing as you felt your release building impossibly high.

“Don’t hold back baby,” Nicholas growled in your ear, his pace quickening. “I want to feel you let go.”

With a final, deep thrust, your climax hit, a wave of ecstasy that left you shaking in his arms. Nicholas held you close as he followed, his release erupting with a guttural moan as he buried his face against your shoulder. The room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing and soft whispers as you both came down, Nicholas keeping you securely wrapped in his embrace.

Cooper reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle and adoring. “You’re fucking amazing,” he said again, his voice filled with genuine affection.

The three of you lay together, tangled in each other’s arms, your bodies still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. The moment was perfect, a blend of passion and connection that left all of you basking in its glow.

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asapeveryday · 7 months ago

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SHOCK FACTOR★彡 PART 3

Previous. Next.

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Rival!Reader

Warnings: swearing, suggestive jokes/language, tension

Summary: having Paige’s number means she can bother you whenever she wants, but maybe a night out with her isn’t a bother at all.

A/n: enjoy guys 😇lmk what you think of this one

YOU

is this paige?

???

Has anyone else given you their number since you got here?

YOU

no…

PAIGE

Aight, so who else would it be then? 🤘🏼

YOU

i should’ve thrown out that napkin tbh!🙂

PAIGE

Ignoring that. How’s the hangover?

YOU

it’s ok. getting coffee helped ig

PAIGE

Having another night out might help too…if u fw that

YOU

with you? id rather die then “fw that” 🙏

PAIGE

Ok rot in ya hotel room see if I care 🤷🏼‍♀️

Seen.

PAIGE

Actually nvm I feel bad for ur miserable ass. U shud fr go out and see what Connecticut has to offer. Ever been to Gianni’s?

YOU

no i haven’t, I’ve only been here for like two days. is it italian food?

PAIGE

Only the best in town 😉 u shud def go

YOU

ugh I would but i have to see if elaine can take me cus my teammates are busy

PAIGE

I could take u if u want?

YOU

typing…

YOU CAN FEEL yourself getting socially drained as you text her, at least that’s what you tell yourself. Paige is infuriating and arrogant, which comes with the deadly additions of charisma and the ability to keep you on edge with every word spoken, or even typed.

You’d always known of this, even before your game with her that day. A player like Paige can be hard to come across; perfectly capable, talented and independent yet somehow the best team player out there, sharing passes she can without a doubt make. Why? Because she doesn’t need to prove anything.

It often bothered you, especially since you constantly needed to prove yourself during the start of your college career. You took every shot you could get your hands on, and she gave shots away like candy whilst still having a huge reputation as a player. Obviously it went deeper than that, but the simple fact just stuck to your brain.

You can’t help but recall her face, inches from yours attempting to pry your ball from your grasp. Like she was deserving, like it was hers for the taking. She had made a similar face on the panel where she dissed you soon afterwards, and then again while watching you at the bar, and just before writing her number on the napkin. You wondered if she was making that face right now as she texts you.

PAIGE

I could take u if u want?

The text is simple but it summons some sort of unique feeling in you. Paige Bueckers is offering to pick you up in her car, on her night off, and take you to a restaurant. And you, for whatever reason, are considering saying yes.

Sighing to yourself, you weigh your options. Option one: you sit around your hotel alone till your teammates come back, most probably drunk from a bar since it’s a Saturday. Option two: you ask Elaine to take you out once again, even though you’re probably gonna see her the whole week you’re here. Option three: you let the girl who shit-talked you at a post game conference take you out for dinner.

YOU

i guess i should go out. DONT act like ur doing me a favour tho….n if I don’t have fun i’m blocking u.

PAIGE

Drop the addy. I’ll come by in an hour

Seen.

After hurriedly pulling yourself together, taking an Advil, checking out the restaurant’s Instagram and getting ready you can’t help but find your heart steadily hammering inside of you. Paige is coming to your hotel. You’re gonna be in her car. She’s taking you to her favourite restaurant. This has to be the most peculiar thing that has happened all year.

The car ride is significantly better then you expected it would be. Paige adamantly seems to prevent any room for awkward silence to seep through, commenting on your outfit and filling the vehicle with music that makes the interior buzz from the volume. She has a free look on her face, chair reclined more then you’d dare if you were in the drivers seat, hair blowing in her face from the windows being down.

“I’m surprised you’re driving me out.” You say, finally airing what was on your mind.

Paige shrugs. “Didn’t feel like drinking today. Plus, I’m in the mood to be generous and show you what Storrs has.”

“If someone told me I’d be hanging out with Paige Bueckers like a week ago, I think I’d be fucking appalled. Or disgusted. Or both.” You laugh.

She chuckles, glancing at you sneakily. “You swear a lot, don’t you?”

“Awe my bad.” You pout, giving her a fake-concerned look. “Forgot you can’t handle a little language.”

“I can handle it,” she grumbles. “I just think cursing is better for specific situations.”

“Like what?”

Paige wets her lips almost sheepishly, but she keeps her eyes straight on the road. “Like sex.”

A beat passes before you respond “Sorry I couldn’t savour a couple words for you and your little kink.”

She looks over at you now, and you meet her gaze as equally as you can. She just lets out a smile, shaking her head to herself as she pulls into the parking lot. You try to ignore the elevator-sinking feeling in your stomach from her words as you get out from the car.

The restaurant is beautiful. It’s cozy, ambient and well decorated. Not too fancy and not too full, just perfect. You’re seated in a more secluded area, per Paige’s request. She orders for you, insisting she knows exactly what to get for the best possible experience.

The food is good, and you don’t feel the need to hide it from Paige, who visibly grows at your praise for the place she picked out.

“So, are you jus in Connecticut for Elaine?” She says.

“Not really.” You reply. “Me and some of the others are just doing a little East Coast road-trip. I wasn’t really interested in coming to Storrs, but it made sense to come by and see her.”

“For a whole week?” She raises her eyebrow. “Seems like you’re close.”

“I was only gonna stay in Storrs for a couple days, then go to Hartford but the girls seem to like it here.” You shrug. “They think it’s cute, being a small town and all, but it’s pretty boring if you’re not a student.”

“It’s better if you’re with fun people.” She smiles.

“I hope you don’t think you’re fun.”

“Compared to Elaine I definitely am.” Paige scoffs.

You can’t help but feel a little more hostility than humour in her tone.

“Do you guys know each other?” You ask, as sly and innocent as you can muster. Paige seems hesitant.

“Nah.” She finally decides. “I mean, we’ve talked before. Ion know her personally.”

“It’s kinda funny, she said she doesn’t pay much attention to you but I think she might have a little crush.” You laugh.

Paige visibly stiffens at this, which catches you by surprise.

In a split second she regains her calm, unbothered composure. “What has she said?”

“Not much.” You shrug. “Just seems a little interested.”

Paige’s jaw clenches for a moment, and you’re not surprised when she changes the subject. “How many people have been on your case since I posted that picture of us from the bar on my story?”

“God, so many.” You laugh, shaking your head. “You?”

“You don’t even wanna know.” She scoffs. “Not sure why everyone was so crazy bout it though, s’not like we were beefing for real.”

“Right!” You say, happy she seems to be on the same page. “It was just some petty crap. I guess people just really were hoping there would be some rivalry.”

You think for a moment, before saying. “Maybe we should keep this drama thing up. Might be fun.”

“It’s a lil too late for that,” Paige shakes her head with a slight smile. “remember how KK and Ice were on live yesterday at the coffee shop? Yeah, we kinda were in the background at some point. People saw us talking.”

“You’re joking.”

“Dead serious. There are edits and everything.”

You rest your head in your hands, elbows on the table, lessening the proximity between you and her. “I only get into these weird ass situations when I interact with you, Paige.”

She sits up in her seat, blue eyes quickly looking you up and down. “Yet you’re still here.”

“Girl’s gotta have fun.” You shrug. Her foot hits yours under the table, her eyebrow raised as if challenging you. You have a sudden thought of going under the table and letting your hands unzip her cargo pants, but instead you just kick her back.

“Wanna go?” She asks. You don’t want to go back to the hotel, and she seems to pick up on it. “The area we’re in is nice. We can walk around a bit.”

You smile and nod. “Split the bill?”

“Fuck no.” She shoots you a look, pulling out her credit card from the back of her phone.

“You cursed!” You exclaim, to which she scoffs.

“I said it’s alright in specific situations.”

Now it’s your turn to scoff. “Well we’re not having sex, are we?”

The way her eyelashes flutter at your question gives you jitters. “Aight, stop talking.” She finally manages to respond. You just send her a look that you hope makes her nervous.

“You’re not funny.” She grumbles, attempting to grab your phone from you.

“Back off, Bueckers! I’m serious.” You laugh, sidestepping her with your phone above your head. The street was empty and the lights were on, putting the two of you in a yellow glow against the night. You’d been walking around the neighbourhood, observing houses and learning a bit about Storrs for the past hour.

“Give me your phone, I know you ain’t deleting those.” She huffs, grabbing for your phone. You try to escape her grasp but she’s got longer limbs, so eventually your phone is in her pocket and she’s wearing a proud look on her face.

It’s nice to walk in the quiet of evening, her beside you. You have no idea where you are but you can’t help but trust she can get you back to the car in no time. Not just yet though.

You turn to look at Paige almost shamelessly. There’s just so much to observe with her. Her confident posture, toothy smile, sleek straightened blonde hair, even the baggy cargo pants and sweater. She always looked good, it never failed to annoy you.

“Either your pants are too tight or crazy baggy.” You note. She just raises her eyebrow.

“Sounds like you just want me to take my pants off at this point.”

“Wouldn’t mind a little show.” You reply almost instantly, shocking yourself at the surge of confidence. She doesn’t seem taken aback, in fact she’s intrigued.

“Is that your usual routine? Have a meal out then have a meal at home?”

“Maybe it is.” You shrug. “I never object to a wine n dine.”

“And what exactly would you object to?”

“Cocky girls who think they’re the shit.” You say, turning your head to face her. You don’t mean to target her, but she simply smiles.

“Is it really being cocky if I can back it up though?” Paige asks quietly. You’re not walking anymore, stuck in place on an empty path between buildings. She’s closing in on you until your back hits a brick wall. The way Paige is staring down at you, hands in her pockets, lip between her teeth. It’s nothing you’d object to, ever.

“I won’t believe it till I see it.” You mutter, holding her eye. The air is tense in a new way that you haven’t felt with her since you first met in the bar. Her face is entrancing.

Paige’s hands lift your jaw upwards, and she leans into your ear. “You might not see it,” she mumbles, breath hot against your skin. “But you’ll definitely feel it.”

When she pulls back from your ear she stays hovering just above you, hands chastely holding your head up. You’re in the perfect position to kiss, and you can’t stop your eyes from darting between her electric stare to her lush, pink lips.

You can literally feel her breath on your mouth when a piercing ring cuts through the moment. It’s coming from her pocket, and she pulls out your phone. Paige’s face twists as she reads the screen. “It’s Elaine.”

“Just- just decline it.” You rush out, not caring how desperate you sound. You can feel how wet you are, and the lack of heat against you is blaring.

“She texted you too.” Paige scoffs. “She’s waiting for you at your hotel.”

You don’t even know what to say. Paige’s face is expressionless. You’re disappointed, but there’s no point in begging. Nothing really happened.

“Let’s get you home.” She says, starting to walk back from where you came. “Shouldn’t keep her waiting.” Her tone is dripping with toxicity. It makes you shiver.

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lalacliffthorne · 1 year ago

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🪽 if you go down 🪽

Azriel x Reader

part I part II

summary: when a mission goes awry in the cold mountains, things take a turn, and suddenly, there's a lot more at stake than planned.

notes: look who's back!! yours truly got knocked out by a flu sent straight from hell, which meant being buried in bed and no writing for what felt likes ages. and of course when I did write again, I did not focus on other WIPs - noooo, I started this! whoops *winces*. to be fair tho, parts of this had been sitting in my ideas-folder for quite some time and when I had a sudden epiphany on how to use them, I couldn't just ignore that. especially since that epiphany was so... steamy. *grins* I'm back on my bullshit, and it's a spicy one! strap yourselves in, babes. we've got incoming drama and smut. also, even after splitting the whole thing, this is still long.

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The whole thing had been a shit show even before Azriel was shot out of the sky.

Rhys had sent the Spymaster and me into the mountains, to track down a group of soldiers gone rogue that had somehow swerved into the icy wilderness of the Night Court, raiding the small villages and leaving a trail of chaos and bodies.

It was a simple track and eliminate situation; find the group, assess the situation, move in if possible and track and wait if not.

Of course that meant nothing about it was simple.

“Damn it,”, I hissed, feeling my body tremble as a gush of ice cold wind grasped me.

I squinted, trying to make out anything in the chaos of swirling thick snowflakes that stuck to my lashes and hair. My cheeks were stinging under my heavy hood, my fingers freezing even in my thickly lined gloves, my skin icy under my winter leathers that weren't enough even with a second layer beneath.

The snowed-in wilderness of the Night Court was an icy climate to begin with, hard to navigate even in good weather.

Nearly impossible in a snowstorm.

We'd lost track of the soldiers about two or three hours ago, the quick falling fresh snow covering every track within minutes, the wind destroying every trace of footsteps and scent. Even Azriel's shadows seemed to be confused, coming up empty in the snowed-in woods, like the soldiers had buried themselves to avoid detection.

I huffed, my breath a white cloud.

Wouldn't have surprised me. They were trained to stay undetected.

This was bullshit.

Raising my head, my squinted eyes darted over the grey sky, clouds of thick whirling snow over the dark pines almost conceiling the dark figure high in the sky.

Even though it was risky, Azriel had decided that trudging through the forest without quite knowing which way to go wouldn't do. He had also ignored my protest that he'd be visible like a fucking beacon up there, no cover anywhere.

I had seen the hard glare he'd sent me before launching into the air - he knew perfectly well that it was a dangerous move. But just like me, he was irritated.

Pairing us together probably hadn't been the best idea.

The shadowsinger and I always clashed. Where Azriel was cool and quiet, I was fiery and quick to charge. Where he scowled, I grinned in challenge, where his eyes pierced, mine twinkled. He was rational and controlled to no avail, and I was empathetic and following my heart. His quiet watchfulness annoyed the crap out of me, and my smirks and cheeky taunts made his eyes flare.

I egged him on, challenged him where I could, and he usually rose to the occasion, shooting right back with sharp, well placed jabs.

It didn't help that he was breathtakingly beautiful. That his low, deep voice sent tingling shivers down my spine. It was infuriating, really; how it could make the hairs at the back of my neck rise, how him towering over me made something dip over in my chest.

It was a constant back and forth between us, which had made pairing us together for a mission a risky move even before the storm had hit. Now, we'd lost the soliders, I was freezing, Azriel's shadows were frenzied and uncoordinated, like they were responding to their master's agitation –

All in all, it was a mess.

Shivering, I slowly started to trudge through the snow again. I needed to move, or I would turn into a fucking icycle.

Screw Azriel and his stern “Stay here.”; if I did, he could take me home as an ice statue.

The snow swallowed every noise, the howling wind making listening for treacherous footsteps even harder. I moved slowly and carefully, my brown leathers blending in with the tree trunks, but still far too visible in the white forest as I squinted against the onslaught of falling snow that covered my tracks within minutes.

Gods, in this weather, those bastards could be miles away by now and we wouldn't kno-

Something shivered down my spine.

My eyes darted up, and I felt something dip over in my stomach when a wave of dread washed over me - premonition, instinct; precise and never amiss.

The strange tingle of sudden knowledge that something was about to go terribly, awfully wrong.

My instincts were something that even Azriel couldn´t scoff away.

In over 300 years, they had never once been wrong.

I swung around, drawing my swords as my gaze darted over the snowed in forest in search for anything; a trembling branch, a moving figure –

My gaze rose, and my eyes found the dark silhouette high in the sky.

Everything seemed to slow, my breath coming out in heaving clouds as something swelled under my ribs.

Then an arrow whizzed through the sky and hit the dark shape square in the chest.

My heart stopped. Simply ceased beating as I felt my eyes widen and my lips part.

In complete silence, the winged figure wavered. Then more black shapes whizzed through the air like lightning, catching and ripping through his wings, and like slow motion, Azriel tipped to the side and began to drop through the sky, freefalling towards the earth.

My limbs unfroze. A jolt went through my body as a wave of all-consuming dread crashed over me, and breathing a panicked “No.”, I rushed forward. Plunging my swords back into their sheets, I dodged a low hanging branch, then I started running.

My feet flew over the snow-covered ground, clouds of white whirling up behind me as I dashed through the trees. My heart was pounding against my ribs as something seized my chest, something like a clawed fist, squeezing tighter and tighter as I ran. Stumbling over roots and slipping on the icy ground, I dodged branches, freezing deadly cold washing through my veines as I stormed through the woods.

No.

I stumbled out from between the trees onto a stony beach, almost tripping as I skidded to a halt.

In front of me, a huge lake stretched, dark and deep and silent.

Right in it's middle, the water was sloshing, silently throwing small waves, like something big had crashed into it.

For a moment, I felt frozen, a name filling my throat, threatening to spill out, but I couldn't, couldn't scream without drawing attention, couldn't yell out the panicked cry building in my chest –

Azriel.

Panic crushed my ribs, and without a thought, without a second of consideration or planning, I darted towards the shore.

The water soaked my boots within seconds as I splashed into the lake. Icy cold water hit my feet, spattering up my legs and almost causing my muscles to lock in place. But I fought forward, holding onto the pulsing fear in my chest as I pushed my legs to move. Then I dove into the waves.

For a moment, the water seemed to freeze the blood in my veines. My lungs closed up, cold gripping my body. Then my head broke through the surface, the air hot in comparison to the icy water as I started to swim.

Something gripped my chest like an iron fist as I fought my way through the cold water. It was so deep, so dark, I couldn't see the ground, could only focus on that spot in the middle of the lake where the water was slowly beginning to calm.

Azriel had still not come up for air.

Something rose in my chest, gripped my throat, and I pushed, my skin burning with cold as I tried to swim faster, my arms and legs cleaving through the icy waves in powerful strokes. Then I sucked in a deep breath and dove under.

The water was so dark, I could barely see a few feet. Pushing myself deeper, feeling my wet clothes pull at me, my eyes darted through the depths until I spotted a huge shape floating below me. Shadows were slowly swirling around it, almost serenly, reaching out towards me like soft, gentle hands.

Something tightened violently in my chest, and I pushed myself up.

My head broke through the surface, and I gasped for air as the ice cold wind stung my wet cheeks. Breathing in deeply, I filled my lungs. Then I dove again.

The icy water enveloped me like hands pulling at me, like ghostly fingers numbing my skin as I started to swim into the deep. My body was burning as I fought my way through the stinging cold towards the far away bottom of the lake where Azriel was being gently swayed by the water, his wings stretched out and body limp, eyes closed.

My heart pulsed painfully.

Shit.

My lungs were beginning to protest as I reached out, feeling the pressure on my body pushing me as I grasped at nothingness. Then my fingers closed around Azriel's shoulders, and something dipped in my chest. I slipped an arm around his collarbones, feeling coolness sweep around me as his shadows pushed me upwards towards the light.

My chest was constricting as I fought myself upwards, black spots beginning to dance at the edge of my vision, and I tried to fight the panic, push forward -

My face broke through the surface, and I gasped for air, my fingers digging deeper into Azriel's shoulders as I hauled him up and into my chest, his face coming out of the water. The ice cold air stung my lungs and skin, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of Azriel's tall, solid body completely motionless.

“Shit.” Gripping him tighter, I turned, frantically trying to catch sight of the beach. For a second, I couldn't find it, feeling panic slosh through me. Then I caught a glimpse of black stone strip in the distance.

“No, no, come on.” Shaking, I began to fight my way through the sloshing waves. Azriel's wings dragged through the water, making him even heavier and pulling him down. Water sloshed over his face, and I tried to tug him up, my eyes beginning to burn and a desperate sound breaking from my throat as my muscles protested.

Come on.

It felt like hours until I reached the shore. I was shivering uncontrollably as I pushed myself to my feet, my knees shaking as I dragged Azriel out of the water, his wings scraping over the stony ground. His shadows whispered as I dropped him, falling to my knees next to him.

“Az?!” My voice was hoarse and panicked as I pressed my fingers against his neck and felt my heart skip once before stilling.

He wasn't breathing.

“No, no, no, come on!” An ache spread through my chest, and with widening eyes, I slid forward, beginning to press my hands down on his chest in a quick, steady rhythm, my whole body shaking as my heart pounded in my throat.

“Come on,”, I whispered frantically, “come on –“

Water sloshed out of Azriel's mouth, his body rearing up as he coughed out lake water.

Sucking in a sharp breath, I hastily pushed against his body, turning him onto his side and patting firmly onto his back.

Azriel inhaled harshly, his breath rattling. His body was shaking under my fingers, and something tightened violently in my chest when I felt him slump against me.

With shaking hands, I turned him onto his back again, leaning forward to slap his cheek. “Azriel. Azriel, fucking look at me!”

Whispering curses under my breath, I stared at the ash arrow in his chest, feeling my heart pound.

I couldn't take it out, not here, not without anything to stop the bloodflow, not without risking him loosing too much blood. His wings needed healing as well, the rips in the thin membrane too big, too broad.

“Shit, shit, shit,”, I whispered hoarsely, throwing my head up to look around wildly. I couldn't stay here, or we'd freeze, and with our luck, the soldiers were heading this way, just to check on whether they had actually hit their target.

We needed shelter.

“Alright, come on.” Scrambling to get to my feet, I grabbed Azriel's wrist, his body dead weight as I slid his arm over my shoulder and dragged him to his feet. His wings slumped towards the ground, and I clenched my teeth, wrapping my arm tightly around his waist and firmly nudging my shoulder into his side.

“You're not giving up, you hear me?” My body was trembling from cold and adrenaline as I started to stumble towards the treeline, half carrying, half dragging Azriel with me. “You're going to hold on until I find a safe place; you're not going to leave me!” My voice quivered.

“I need you to glare at me and call me stupid for putting myself in danger, and I need you to be a stuck up idiot so I can kick your stupid beautiful ass for it!” My voice broke, and I cursed myself, raising my head and blinking against the stubborn burning sensation in my eyes as I breathed shakily. “You're not going to die on me; you're not going to die!”

The snow made getting forward difficult. Soon, my knees were shaking under Azriel's weight, and I could feel his rattling breath against my soaking wet hair, becoming flatter. His body shivered like mine, like it was fighting against the icy winds ripping at us, howling as the snowfall became heavier. At least it would cover our tracks and mask our scents.

I nearly stumbled over a root hidden in the snow, and something in my chest clenched.

If we didn't find shelter soon, Azriel would be dead by morning.

Something hot and flaming rose in my chest, and I clenched my teeth, adrenaline surging through my body.

No fucking way.

“Come – on,”, I pressed, gripping him tighter and fighting against the cold stinging my whole body, numbing my skin as I dragged the shadowsinger with me. “You're not getting away that easily, you hear me?”

For once, I wish I would get back a cutting, precise remark. But Azriel just rasped a flat breath, his body sinking heavier on mine. Panic washed over me, tightening its grip around my chest.

Shit.

The wind howled around us. Every crack of a branch when the weight of the snow got too heavy made my head whip around, my eyes darting frantically through the trees. But I couldn't see a soul, could only hear the sound of crunching snow under our feet, our heavy breathing and my heart pounding in my ears. My mind was racing while I dragged Azriel through the snow.

The arrows had come from the opposite side of the lake, probably from quite a bit inside the forest. If they wanted to check if they had hit their target, they would have reached the lake by now, but the quick falling snow had masked all our tracks.

Hopefully.

They would hardly check the lake for a body, so if they didn't find one washed onto the shore, maybe we had a chance. Maybe if we found a spot to hide, wait out the storm and I got Azriel at least half back on his feet, he'd be able to transport us back to Velaris, and we could send reinforcements to find the soldiers.

For some reason, the thought wasn't nearly as satisfying as the heat twisting and raging in my chest, urging me to hunt them down myself. And sink my knives into the bastard who had dared firing those arrows.

The image kept me going, fed my numbing, chattering body with a grim, burning fire that wasn't warming but gave me something to cling to, hold onto as I staggered through the snow.

That and the male I half carries, half dragged with me, his body becoming heavier with the second. It caused a desperate tremble in my limbs.

There was no way I was going to lose him, no way I wasn't going to push until my legs gave out, and even then, I would curl over him if I had to, protect his far too tall body with mine, give him the last bit of warmth that was burning in my chest.

It was either the both of us leaving this stupid forest, or neither of us, because there was no way I was going to leave him. Even if his beautiful, dumb, rational ass would tell me to –

My eyes got caught on a dark structure ahead, flashing between the dark trees, almost obscured by clouds of whirling snow.

My heart tumbled, and I exhaled shakily, feeling my eyes widen as I tightened my grip around Azriel's waist and started lugging him forward.

The thrum in my chest began to quicken when I caught a glimpse at what looked like a simple wooden cabin. It was probably nothing more than one big room inside, with small windows and closed shutters, the porch covered in a thick layer of snow that the wind had blown past the protruding roof – but it made my heart rise in a wild flutter and my limbs melt from their frozen state.

The cabin looked empty, no light peaking out from the shutters, the snow high and unmarked around it. I dragged Azriel around to the front and felt my heart dip.

The door had been opened by force. It looked like someone had kicked it in, and when I leaned forward, breathing heavily, I caught a glimpse at an empty, slightly trashed inside. Judging by the thick layer of snow that had covered the entrance, the raid had happened more than a few hours ago, maybe even already last night.

My heart fluttered and jumped into my throat.

That meant the soldiers had already been this way, had probably reached the lake from this side before moving to the other to disappear deeper into the mountains.

If we were lucky, that meant they wouldn't come past here again, clearly already done searching for valuables in this place.

Unless they had a reason to, they wouldn't just backtrack and risk running into the people hunting them.

I nearly stumbled, lugging Azriel up the steps to the porch. We almost got stuck in the door, and I had to slide my arms around him to pull him through sideways to not hurt his wings. Then I looked over my shoulder, breathing heavily as I quickly scanned over the inside of the cabin.

It was one big room, with a fireplace and a bed covered in furs on the left, a big table and shelves on the right. The air smelled ice cold but stale, like no one had been here for quite some time. The cabinets had been thrown open, but nothing but cups and bowls were scattered over the floors, the bottles and jars in the shelves untouched. The sight made my heart skip high.

Maybe I had a chance of mixing something for Azriel's wounds together from that.

“Alright, come on.” Dragging Azriel towards the table, I heaved him onto the top, my limbs shaking from his weight. Minding his wings, I turned him onto his back, hastily checking his pulse before turning around and darting towards the door. Kicking most of the snow out onto the porch, I threw it shut, bolting it and using one of the chairs to block the handle just to be sure.

Now, the cabin lay in almost complete darkness. Outside, it seemed to already get darker, the thick clouds and the snow storm that only seemed to get heavier darkening the woods even quicker.

My teeth were chattering as I darted towards the shelves, my trembling fingers skimming over the bottles and tinctures, dried herbs and berries in jars. I found some candles in a drawer and matches in another, and setting them up in holders around the cabin, I lit them, my breath shaking as warm, golden light filled the room. Now that I wasn't moving, I felt the cold clinging to me even more, numbing my limbs.

We needed to warm up, quick.

But first, I had to take care of that arrow.

I had never been more thankful for Madja.

My fingers flew over the pestle and mortar I had found in the shelves, grinding up berries, mixing them with herbs, honey and fresh snow. I heard the old healer's voice in my head as I worked, explaining how to best treat wounds caused by ash arrows, how to make the paste that would help the naturally quicker healing of an Illyrian.

Provided the arrow had not injured any vital organs.

The thought made something dip over in my chest, and I threw a quick look over my shoulder to where Azriel was laying still on the big wooden table, his breathing far to flat, the white of his eyes visible under his fluttering eyes. His tanned skin was pale.

Snatching some bandages I had found in the back of a cabinet, I turned around, dropping the mortar on an empty chair next to the bandages and some clean fabrics I had found in the chest next to the bed. My fingers were trembling as I undid the buckles of Azriel'ss chest armor, the heavy leathers pierced by the arrow. His clothes were soaked and clammy like mine, and his skin was icy to the touch, so much so that I flinched.

Shit.

Breathing out, I closed my hand around the arrow, my breath shaking as I pressed my free arm down onto Azriel's chest.

“I'm so sorry,”, I whispered.

Azriel gave a gargled sound when I pulled the arrow from his chest, twisting in the spot. I tried to hold him down, squeezing my eyes shut as the arrow clattered to the floor and I hastily pressed some of the cloth onto the wound that gushed blood, though it looked a lot less than it maybe should be.

Godsdamned cold.

Hastily, I dragged Azriel's leathers off his torso, dropping the soaking material to the ground as I caught the blood with the cloth, pressing it down. My body was trembling as I waited, then I peaked at the wound - the bleeding was already slowing down.

I prayed it was Azriel's healing that caused it, not the cold shutting down his bloodflow.

Spreading the thick paste over the wound, I picked up the needle and thread I had found in a drawer and held the sharp tip into the flame of a candle before pulling the thread through it. My fingers trembled, and I needed three tries until it was looped through the needle.

Azriel twitched when I started stitching the wound together, my needlework a lot less clean than Madja's, but I was shaking too hard. My eyes darted towards Azriel's face constantly, my heart dropping deeper every time I caught a glimpse at the white of his eyes peaking out from under his lids. It felt like he was wandering somewhere between concious and unconcious, twitching and groaning softly at the pain, but too far away to open his eyes or gather anything about his surroundings.

Tying off the string, I grabbed the bandages. It took all my strength to pull Azriel up, his wings dragging him down as I wrapped the white gauze around his ribs tightly, my arms shaking.

I was sweating when I finally carefully put him down again, my cold, wet clothes sticking to my skin and making my teeth chatter.

I needed to get out of these leathers or I would catch something worse than death.

But Azriel's wings were first.

The thin membranes had been shredded by the sharp tips of the arrows, blood crusting the gaping cuts. I cleaned them, whispering trembling apologies whenever Azriel shifted and gave slurred, pained sounds that sunk their own sharp claws into my chest. Carefully stitching them together in the way Madja had showed me once, I spread more paste on the wounds, thick enough to cover them from both sides.

Hopefully, it would speed up the healing process.

Pressing my hand onto Azriel's cheek, I cursed under my breath. He was icy cold, his skin clammy.

I had to get him warmed up. Now.

My eyes darted over to the fireplace, then to the windows, and a knot formed in my throat.

Even though it was getting darker by the minute, the smoke of a fire could still give away our location, even with the storm.

I turned back towards the shadowsinger, who's hair was curling with dampness and melted snow, his torso bare, his wet pants clinging to his legs.

I needed to get him out of those; he didn't have a chance of warming up when he was still wearing the damp, clammy clothes.

Which meant stripping him.

Even though I was chattering with cold, I felt heat bleed into my cheeks.

“Gods, get yourself together,”, I mumbled to myself, moving forward and beginning to unbuckle the sheaths wrapped around Azriel's thighs. I tried to avoid looking at him; his chiselled torso, the smooth curve and width of his shoulders, the ink swirling over the planes of his chest, tried to not think about the rising feeling in my chest that came to life whenever his amber eyes settled on me for too long.

Letting the daggers slip to the floor, I unlaced Azriel's boots, cursing softly at how stiff my fingers were. I could barely feel them as I tugged the black leather off before turning around, blaming the cold for my trembling limbs and for my inability to unbuckle his belt on the first try. Then, stubbornly not staring at his bare skin, I tugged his pants down his legs. They were soaked like the rest of his clothes, making it difficult to tug the thick winter leathers off his skin.

Dropping the pants, I felt the heat in my cheeks deepen and quickly averted my eyes, sliding my arm around Azriel's waist and grunting softly when I maneuvered him off the table.

“Alright, come on.” Staggering slightly, I tried to ignore the weight of his muscled body as it leaned heavily onto mine, the feeling of his harsh breath, his lips brushing over my temple and his skin smooth and cool against my fingers.

It proved impossible.

Somehow, I managed to get Azriel under the covers. Turning him onto his side so his wings weren't in the way, I tucked him under the blanket and threw the furs over him, shivering as I turned around and spread out his dripping wet, icy cold clothes over the chairs. My own were beginning to feel like they'd been frozen by the snow and wind, and when I caught a look at myself in one of the windows, I felt my heart drop at the sight of my slightly blue lips.

Crap.

Quickly throwing a quick look over to where Azriel was laying on the bed, buried under the furs, still breathing too harsh, too uneven, I turned around again, feeling something thump harshly against my ribs. Then I swallowed and quickly started peeling off my own clothes.

My leathers stuck to my skin, wet and clammy, and I hissed in frustration as I kicked off my thick pants. Suddenly, I realised how cold the air in the cabin really was, making my limbs shake even more as I rubbed my stiff fingers over my thighs before quickly spreading my clothes over the rest of the furniture. Then I hesitated, looking down at the bra and top I was wearing over my underwear, both sticking to my skin, making goosebumps rise on my body.

I needed to get them off, but if I did – I was practically completely bare.

For a second, I was still, just breathing quickly and feeling myself shiver. Then I cursed softly and quickly shed both the undershirt and the bra, throwing them over the backrest of a chair. Crossing my arms quickly over my chest to cover myself, I turned around, my eyes getting caught on Azriel's frame. He had started to shiver violently.

I felt the overwhelming urge to grab one or two of the furs and curl up on the armchair by the unlit fireplace. But I could feel the icy cold seep through me, now settled in my bones, could feel myself grow number.

Staring at Azriel's trembling form for another second, I whispered a curse under my breath, then I darted towards the bed and slid under the blankets.

Immediately, my body started shivering more. It felt like now that I wasn't moving anymore, the cold invaded every inch of me, causing my teeth to chatter loudly as I curled up on my side under the heavy furs, my damp hair sticking to my bare skin as I stared at Azriel's face in the warm flicker of the candles. He looked too pale, his breath too labored.

Swallowing, I scooted closer under the blankets until I could feel his body, just shy of touching my curled up form. Then I forced myself to relax, to stop the shivering, focusing on Azriel´s face, the crunch of his brows, like even unconcious, he was fighting, angry.

The thought made my lips twitch softly.

Curling up tighter, I buried myself in the sheets and breathed out. Suddenly, the exhaustion crashed over my like a wave, my limbs burning not only from the cold but from dragging Azriel through the water and the snow. My eyes drooped, and I had to fight to keep them open, clenching my jaw.

I couldn't fall asleep, I had to stay awake enough to listen for anything. To, for once, keep watch over Azriel, in case anything, anyone found us after all.

But the woods outside were quiet except for the howling wind.

I dozed off a few times. I didn't fall into a deep sleep, my body too cold, my heart beating too quickly, my ears too sensitive to any sound coming from beyond the windows, where the world became darker and darker. But the exhaustion soon overwhelmed me, and my body took what minutes of shut-eye it could pry from the grip of my will. The rest of the time, I stared at Azriel's face in the light of the candles, something thrumming heavily against my ribs.

Please be okay.

I was slowly slipping away into a deeper sleep when the mattress jerked. My eyes flew open, and my heart skipped into my throat when I found another pair staring right at me.

Azriel's eyes were blown as his gaze slowly tracked over the sliver of my bare shoulders and collarbones visible from where the furs had slipped from his abrupt waking. Then his throat worked, and I could see the moment he seemed to tear himself out of it, could see the confused but soft, slightly feverish expression bleed from his eyes as his iris narrowed in and darkness settled over his face.

A muscle in his jaw shifted, and Azriel tore his gaze up, eyes flaring as they pierced into mine.

He didn't need to open his mouth for me to know exactly what was going on in his head.

Explain. Now.

I breathed out and dropped my head onto the pillow, mumbling: “Calm down.” Curling tighter into the furs wrapped around me and trying to keep my teeth from chattering, I grumbled: “This was not how I imagined this going either.” Trying to ignore the heat bleeding into my cheeks, I watched him, my voice becoming softer when I mumbled: “You fell into a lake when they shot you down.”

Azriel blinked, and his eyes found my hair that was still damp and cold, sticking to my neck. His pupils constricted, and something flared in his eyes.

“You pulled me out.”

His voice sent a tingle down my spine, low and deep, so deep, hoarse with exhaustion but cutting, his eyes blazing with something I didn't recognize.

I shrugged softly, pulling the blankets tighter around me as I sent him a smile that wasn't half as mischievous as usual.

“Yes, well, I thought about how much you would hate me doing that and just couldn't resist. You know how I like to push your buttons.”

Azriel's jaw twitched, and something burning grew in his eyes as they pierced mine.

I felt my lips twitch in a weak attempt at a cheeky smirk. “That would be the moment to thank me for saving your life.”

Azriel's eyes narrowed, and I could see the muscles in his cheeks shift. “You exposed yourself, left yourself defenseless. That was reckless and stupid.”

His voice was cutting, icy, but I just stared at him, feeling something hot bloom in my chest as my heart skipped high against my ribs.

I blinked and felt my lips curve softly.

“You're welcome.” I turned to slide of the mattress, shivering as my bare feet hit the cold floors. Wrapping the furs around me, I dropped onto my knees next to the fireplace, reaching out to close my fingers around my pants. The leather was icy cold and wet.

“Damn it,”, I whispered under my breath.

I looked over my shoulder and found Azriel's eyes on my face, something raging in his iris, something I didn't recognize.

“What?” My gaze flickered over his face, something skipping softly against my ribs. Then I blinked and looked him over, feeling my lips curve into a cheeky smirk. “Don't worry. I didn't look anywhere important.”

From the corner of my eye, I saw Azriel's eyes dip towards his bare chest, and if I hadn't known any better, I thought I saw a faint blush spread over his cheekbones. Then he tore his eyes away and clenched his jaw.

“You left yourself completely defenseless.”

I turned back around, staring at the fireplace as I felt the smile bleed off my face.

“Yes, well, I wasn't exactly thinking,”, I mumbled, something tightening harshly in my chest.

Even from the corner of my eye, I saw Azriel's gaze flare incredulously, his deep voice slicing through me.

“Not thinking gets you killed.”

I swallowed. My heart thrummed against my ribs as the moment I had watched Azriel fall flashed before my eyes.

“What if the soldiers had been at the lake, what if they'd gotten there by the time you came out of the water?” Azriel's jaw clenched, his voice tight, unrelenting. “You didn't think, and it could have cost you your life –“

“Why do you care; if I hadn't made it, you wouldn't have either, but we did; so what is your problem?!” I turned to stare at him, my breath hitching as an ache spread through my chest, and shadows whipped up the walls as Azriel growled.

“How can you be so reckless when it comes to your own fucking life –“

Something under my ribs shattered.

“I thought I'd lost you!!”

My desperate scream caused Azriel to fall silent like I had slapped him across the face.

I stared at him, breathing heavily, my body trembling as I barely fought the burning feeling of tears behind my eyes.

“You asshole!” My voice was shaking even though I was willing it not to, a bright aching feeling burning in my chest, flaring like that flicker in Azriel's eyes.

“I saw you fall, and then the lake and I thought –“ My voice broke as I stared at him, an all-consuming pain growing under my ribs.

“You were drowning.” My hands trembled, my throat closing up tight as I blinked against the tears threatening to spill over my cheeks. “I wasn't thinking about anything but that, and that there was no fucking way I was going to let it happen! And you are a fucking bastard for berating me for it, just because what I did doesn't fit with your strategic expectations, or because you think it was reckless, when I thought I had lost you!” My next breath shuddered as I stared at him, my limbs trembling.

Azriel's throat worked as his eyes pierced mine, but for once, he was completely silent.

“You think that it was stupid? That it was reckless and emotional?” I felt heat grow in my chest; familiar, angry heat, and I scrambled to push myself to my feet, glaring at him as I trembled.

“Well, I don't give a shit about what you think! I would have dragged you through that gods damned snowstorm until my legs gave out, even if it meant freezing in the end!” I balled my hands into fists. “There's no fucking way I would have ever left you!” Blinking against the tears gathering in my eyes, I swallowed, staring at him.

“Because that's the next thing you would have said, right?” I breathed a bitter smile, something tightening harshly in my chest. “That the rational thing would have been for me to leave you behind? That there was no way I could have carried you until I found a village, let alone all the way back to Velaris? That pulling you out of that lake and taking you with me meant leaving myself defenseless, to those bastards and that fucking cold out there, and that I should have never done that?” I fought the way my breath hitched and tears pricked my eyes as I glared at him. “I don't give a shit about all of that. Because I don't give up. I don't give people up, and I sure as hell never leave anyone behind, especially –“ I cut myself off, biting the inside of my cheek.

Especially not you.

I swallowed and curled my fingers into the fur wrapped around me as I returned Azriel's blazing stare, even as something closed around my throat, causing my voice to sound hoarse as I mumbled: “I would have rather frozen to death with you than leave you behind.”

Azriel blinked again. His jaw worked as his eyes flickered over my face, and something flashed through them. But I turned away before I could find out what it was, my chest tightening as I angrily wiped away the tear that rolled over my cheek, treacherous and letting on that maybe, I gave quite a shit after all.

“Our clothes are still too wet.” My voice was thick and a little shaky, but I refused to look at Azriel as I stared at my pants before turning my eyes towards the windows, behind which, the woods were completely dark.

“Without warmth, it's going to take too long for them to dry. And your body's too focused on keeping you from freezing to properly heal you, so you need to warm up.” I started pulling logs from the stack of firewood next to the fireplace, mumbling hoarsely: “Let's hope it's dark and windy enough that no one can trace the smoke.”

I could feel Azriel's eyes on me as I built and stoked the fire, my fingers trembling not from the cold. Something was constricting in my chest, rage towards this stubborn male swirling under my ribs, mixed with something aching and fluttering that made my heart quiver.

I stoked the fire until I could feel the warmth of the flames on my face. Shivering, I wrapped the furs tighter around me.

Just the thought of being close to Azriel caused something to tighten harshly in my chest. But I could feel cold crawl up from the floorboards, and the desire not to freeze was stronger than the one that told me stay away from the male on the bed.

Pushing myself back onto my feet, I turned around and, without looking at Azriel, slid back under the covers. Turning my back towards the shadowsinger, I curled up, my limbs trembling with cold and something else that had closed tightly around my chest.

I could feel Azriel shift behind me, slowly moving back under the blankets. I tucked myself in tighter, my teeth chattering softly.

The flames in the fireplace started to crackle slowly. I stared at their light dancing over the floorboards, tried to ignore the presence right behind me. But I couldn't ignore his scent, night chilled cedar mixed with the metallic scent of blood, and how it made something twinge in my chest. My mind kept looping back towards the fact that if I shifted back just a few inches, my body would press into hi-

“You're shaking.”

The low vibration of Azriel's voice trickled over my spine. It was deep and clipped, and I pressed my lips together.

“Yes, well, I'm cold.” I tried to scowl, but my voice sounded weak, not at all angry or sharp like I had hoped it would be.

Swallowing, I stared at the light of the fire dancing over the walls. I could feel Azriel's stare piercing the back of my head, could sense the tension in his jaw and body –

The mattress shifted, then I felt something brush against my back.

I froze.

Scarred, calloused skin gently grazed over my side, and my breath hitched, getting caught in my throat.

Azriel's fingers curled against my skin, like he was hesitating, thinking about pulling back, or not quite in control of his own body – then his hand splayed over my skin, slowly sliding down onto my stomach, and carefully, Azriel pulled me backwards into his chest.

My heart dipped. Then it stilled.

I could feel Azriel shift behind me, could feel the tension rippling through every part of his muscles. His hand slid over my stomach, skin cold against mine as he slowly wrapped his arm around my waist and pressed me into his chest.

Suddenly, something twinged between my legs and in my heart.

I could feel every ridge of his torso in my back. Every curve of muscle, every inch of smooth, icy cold skin pressing against mine. His legs came up to thread through mine, and his tall, solid body slowly curled around me until there was no place we weren't touching.

Swallowing harshly, I stared at the light of the fire dancing over the walls, my breath fluttering in my throat and my heart pounding against my ribs. I could feel every shift of muscle in Azriel's body, could feel the tension in his chest as he tightened his grip around me. Then he carefully dropped his forehead against the back of my head and gently tapped his fingers against my ribs six times.

My breath hitched, and my heart stilled.

The tapping was something between Mor and I, to communicate when were in the same room but not able to talk to each other. I hadn´t even realised Azriel knew about it, but - of course he did.

He always knew.

One tap meant I'm here, two taps danger, three taps you okay?, four taps need a distraction, five taps for they're lying, and six taps -

Something rose in my chest in a wild flutter.

I´m sorry.

I swallowed and stared at the wall.

Azriel's hand was still for a second, and I could feel the tension ripple through him. Then his fingers gently tapped against my skin again.

One, two, three. Four, five, six, seven.

Behind you.

My heart swelled in a weak, trapped giggle.

For a moment, I hesitated. Then I slowly twisted around under the blankets, and my breath hitched in my throat when my eyes found Azriel's only a few inches away.

My head settled on the pillow. The fire crackled as I swallowed softly and stared, and Azriel's iris shifted as he stared back. His eyes looked less stormy, glinting like molten caramel in the warm flickering lights as they pierced mine.

Slowly, his fingers brushed over my bare spine.

I barely suppressed a shudder, my lips parting, and Azriel's eyes dropped. His pupils expanded, and something flared in his eyes.

A muscle in his jaw shifted, then he mumbled, his voice quiet and rough: “After pulling me out of the lake, did you call me a stuck up idiot?”

My breath hitched in my throat, and my eyes darted up to meet his as they widened a little. But Azriel just stared at me, and behind that strange blazing fire in his eyes, it almost looked like they were twinkling a little.

“No,”, I whispered and blinked, and just for a second, the corner of Azriel's lips twitched. His gaze pierced mine.

“You also called me beautiful.”

I stared at him, something fluttering wildly against my ribs when I mumbled back hoarsely: “No, I called you stupid.”

Azriel's eyes flared, the gold in his iris melting together as his gaze dragged over my face.

Swallowing, I tore my eyes away before the fluttering thing in my chest could break free. Dropping my head a little, I reached out before I could stop myself and carefully brushed my fingers over the bandage wrapped around Azriel's ribs.

A deep sound broke from his throat, and my breath got caught in my throat as my eyes darted up again, just in time to see a muscle in Azriel's jaw twitch, his pupils blown as he stared at me.

“You're freezing.” Something dipped over in my chest at the rasp in his tight voice, and I swallowed and stared up at him.

“I could think of some ways to warm up.”

It was supposed to be a cheeky taunt. But it came out breathless when I felt Azriel's scarred hand brush slowly over my bare skin.

Azriel's fingers stilled. There was something in his eyes as he stared at me, that strange blazing flicker I had seen before, something raging and all-consuming that seeped through his carefully crafted walls.

A muscle in Azriel's jaw shifted as his gaze dragged over my face. Then his hand brushed up over my ribs, rising from under the blanket.

His rough skin against my neck made me shiver, a tremble running down my spine that suddenly had nothing to do with being cold when his fingers slipped into my hair. They threaded through the strands, and I felt my next breath shudder when his thumb slowly traced over the side of my throat.

Azriel's eyes moved slowly over mine, and that look in his eyes flashed, grew stronger. Then he lightly tugged me forward, and when I followed, my breathing growing shorter, he dipped his head.

His nose brushed against mine, and I reached up like reflex, my fingers trembling a little when I wrapped them around Azriel's wrist as his hot breath hit my lips.

Azriel stilled, fingers still threaded through my hair, lips nothing but a breath away from mine. I thought I could feel his lashes on my cheeks, the heat of his pulse under my fingers. Something was thrumming under my ribs, growing stronger with every second.

I sucked in a soft, trembling breath when I realised he was waiting.

The thrum in my chest grew unbearable, and I moved, dipping my head and pressing my lips slowly against Azriel's jaw.

His fingers curled into my hair, muscles shifting under my hand wrapped around his wrist, and I thought I felt something rumble in his chest.

I slid lower. My lips traced over the shape of his throat, feeling it work under the featherlight press of a kiss against the side of it. My teeth grazed over his skin, and Azriel's fingers scraped lightly over my scalp when a grunt escaped his chest that sounded a little strangled.

Dipping my head, I carefully pressed my lips onto the curve where his neck met his shoulder, and my heart rose, flaring.

I hadn't known the taste of someone's skin could do this – make you feel drunk off of it, cause a rush to fill your body, make your skin tingle and heart race.

Tracing the shape of Azriel's collarbone with my lips, I left a slow, careful kiss on his cool, inked skin before following the shape of his chest. My hand slid lower, and I felt the thrum of his heart under my palm, quick and erratic. It made my own swerve sharply, and Azriel's breath shuddered when I dragged my lips over his smooth skin.

Looking up at him through my lashes, I felt something jolt right down into my lower stomach, my own breath hitching and something hot rushing through my chest when my eyes met Azriel's, fixed onto my face, the amber flickering in the light of the fire, pupils blown. His jaw worked, and my spine tingled.

Slowly sliding down his body, I traced my lips over his chest. Leaving slow, careful kisses on the swirls of his tattoo, the silver lines of faded scars, I felt his muscles shift and flex under my featherlight touches. My fingers brushed over the bandage wrapped around his ribs, and a sound left Azriel that caused my heart to tilt over when I carefully pressed a kiss onto the spot where the arrow had pierced him.

Somewhere buried deep in my head, the thought stirred that this didn't feel like it was just about warming each other up.

Not with the way Azriel was staring down at me, something flaring in his darkened eyes, his breath out of rhythm, his body reacting to the smallest brush of my fingers with a shudder like it was the answer to a long lost prayer.

My lips traced over the hard ridges of Azriel's stomach. Following the lines, I felt his muscles shift and clench beneath his smooth skin when I pressed my lips slowly against his side, my tongue tracing lightly over his skin, and Azriel's hand fell out of my hair to grab onto the sheets. His knuckles turned white as I slid down, and something curled and tightened in my lower stomach when I traced my lips over the sharp line disappearing into his underwear.

Azriel's hips bucked upward, and a low, pressed grunt left him that caused tingling warmth to wash over me, my stomach twisting.

I gently nudged my nose against his skin, then I raised my head, and something rose in my chest in a wild flutter when my eyes met Azriel's, his jaw locked as his gaze burned into mine until something closed around my throat and I barely kept myself from swallowing.

Slowly, I shifted. Then I slung my leg over his waist.

Azriel's pupils seemed to grow darker, and without looking away, feeling that steady thrum in my throat, I slid down his body.

The sheets and furs went with me, but Azriel didn't seem to notice. His eyes were transfixed on my face. Then my hand slid under his waistband, and his expression slipped, jaw going lax and eyes fluttering when I wrapped my fingers around his cock.

Slowly pulling him out of his pants, I felt something dip and plunge in my lower stomach at how hard he already was. Swallowing, I carefully ran my thumb over his tip, coaxing a low curse from him. Then I looked up through my lashes and sent Azriel a small, cheeky smile.

“Tell me if I'm doing something you don't like.”

The shadowsinger's eyes flashed as a choked sound left him, and I dipped my head and wrapped my lips around him.

“Fuck.”

A breathy grunt broke from Azriel's chest, his head fell back as his hands fisted the sheets, and I gently ran my tongue over the underside of his cock before sucking him into my mouth.

Incoherent sounds spilled from Azriel's lips, deep grunts and rough muttered curses that made my stomach twinge as I started to stroke him slowly. His blazing eyes were dragging over my face, the muscles in his stomach twitching as my hand worked what my lips couldn't reach, my tongue running over the underside of his cock as I took him deep, beginning to suck.

“That's it.” Azriel's hands fisting the sheets trembled as he grunted breathlessly, his throat working and eyes squeezing shut for a second like he was trying to reign himself in, but the words stumbled past his lips, deep and gravelly.

“Fuck, just like that.”

My heart swerved sharply as I drank him in, his cheeks flushed, hair dishevelled and body heaving the longer I worked him. I twisted my hand a little, and he grunted, head falling back and hips bucking. I could feel him pulse, could tell he was getting closer, closer to that edge, his breath shuddering.

Azriel groaned. His fingers slid into my hair, threading through the strands and beginning to guide me, like he just couldn't help himself anymore, had to touch me, his grip tight as his flashing eyes followed my movements. My teeth grazed the underside of his head, and Azriel grunted, his voice strangled.

“If you don't stop I'll -“

I looked up at him through my lashes and sent him a crooked, cheeky smile that made him break off with a grunt. Then I swirled my tongue around his tip and sucked him into my mouth, and Azriel unravelled with a sound so deep, it vibrated through my very bones.

His head fell back, his back arched and his hips bucked, and Azriel came with a shudder. His load hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed it all, the salty taste causing my eyes to flutter.

Sucking gently for a few more seconds, I slowly let him go, gently brushing my thumb over his base, and my eyes met Azriel's, flickering amber in the firelight, his skin glowing with a thin layer of sweat as his burning eyes dragged over my face. His grip tightened in my hair, and he tugged, pulling me up his body.

My breath hitched when our noses brushed. Azriel's eyes looked like molten gold in the light, the flecks all swimming together in his hazel iris as it flickered over my face, and I felt my heart rise, trembling –

“Get on your back.”

I needed a second to realize the meaning behind the words mumbled against my skin, so deep and low and like a tremble running down my spine.

A wave of heat washed through me, my stomach twisted tight, and I blinked and pulled back my head, feeling my brows crunch incredulously.

“You're still hurt. No way; you're staying like this.”

Azriel's eyes darkened.

“Now.”

“No.” I glared back, which really, was ridiculous, because just the thought of him between my legs caused the pulsing feeling in my stomach to intensify tenfold, and I knew he could sense it, saw it in the way his nostrils flared and eyes flashed, but –

Azriel's hands closed around my sides, sliding my underwear down my legs; he groaned deep in his chest, then rough scarred fingers dug into my skin, right where my thighs and hips met, and my heart dipped and fell when Azriel dragged me up, up his torso, up over his shoulders.

“Wha-“ My breath got caught in my throat, and I hastily grabbed onto the headboard to not loose my balance, my eyes widening when I realised what he was doing.

My gaze whipped down; I tried to lift my hips, and Azriel wrapped his arms over my thighs and dragged me down, his piercing eyes meeting mine.

“No; I'm too –“

Azriel's tongue sliced through my folds, and I jolted and whimpered a string of trembling curses, my hips bucking down onto his face as my stomach twisted and my spine melted into burning, glowing matter.

Azriel groaned, the vibration travelling through me, and I dug my fingers into the headboard, feeling my heart tip over and insides clench.

“Shit – I –“ I tried to twist away in a weak attempt of trying to keep my weight off of him, but Azriel dragged me down further, not seeming to give a fuck about suffocating as he licked a broad stripe through my folds. His eyes flutterered, and he gave another grunt.

“Perfect.”

The low mumble rose up my spine, so deep and gravelly, my insides tightened around nothing. My breath shuddered, my brows crunched as my lips parted, and Azriel buried his face between my legs.

Whimpered curses spilled from my throat, senseless, blending into each other as my limbs trembled and Azriel's tongue traced the shape of me, mapping it like he was trying to commit to memory. Then he lazily circled my clit, and my lips parted, brows crunching as my hips bucked down in reflex and a whimper built in my throat.

My eyes flew down, and I could feel myself clench when my eyes met Azriel's, burning and flaring as he dipped his chin.

My breath hitched in a whine, and my hips spasmed when Azriel licked over my clit and sucked. His grip tightened, and the shadowsinger hummed, his nose nudging against my skin as his hazy, hooded eyes tracked over my face, molten like gold. My left hand flew down to bury in his dark hair as he ground my hips down onto his face, and I whimpered.

My body shook, the reason now far from freezing as my spine shuddered and hips bucked and waves of heat washed over me as I felt the world tip. Then Azriel's tongue slid into me, and my insides shuddered.

A breathless sound left me, I clenched, and Azriel groaned, tugging me down, and my head fell back as his tongue started to lazily dip in and out of me, circling, lapping until my body melted into a puddle. My fingers dug into his hair, nails scraping over his scalp as my hips rolled down without me being able to control it, but Azriel just gave a deep sound that travelled through me, his heavily hooded eyes fixed hungrily onto my face.

A knot formed in my lower stomach. Slowly, it build, twisting and churning as Azriel carried me towards something that would probably make me lose every last bit of control over my body, sucking on my clit, his eyes trained onto my face, coaxing every little reaction out of me, from my trembling fingers to my eyes rolling and head falling back, my thighs shaking next to his head –

Azriel's hand shifted, sliding down over my stomach. His tongue slid into me, and his thumb found my clit, circling tightly.

The world exploded, shattering as heat washed over me and the knot inside me bursted into a thousand stars. My hips spasmed, my back arching as my body tightened and loud, trembling noises left me that caused my fingers to curl and chest to tighten, my spine bleeding into nothingness, waves of blinding pleasure racking through me and causing my body to shudder and tremble. My hips jerked, and something bloomed in my stomach when Azriel groaned against me.

It took what felt like a lifetime until the sensations slowly dispersed and my spine stopped shuddering, and yet, Azriel was still lapping lazily at me, causing my hips twitch and a soft sound to break from my throat.

Slowly sliding my fingers out of his hair, my joints weak from clutching onto the silky strands, I weakly held onto the headboard and lifted my hips. My thighs trembled lightly, and Azriel's hands slid up to close around my hips, steading me, his head tipping back to stare up at me as I slowly started crawling down his body.

When I was hovering above his chest, I dropped my gaze. My heart rose into my throat, something dipped under my ribs, and I stilled.

Azriel's face was only an inch away. His iris was nothing but a ring of golden flecks around his blown pupils, his skin no longer pale but slightly flushed, the crease between his brows almost gone even as his jaw flexed, his gaze dragging over my face, and his lips -

My chest tightened as my breath hitched and I stared at his swollen, glistening lips. My hips bucked back as my spine shuddered, and Azriel's lids fluttered heavily, eyes blazing as his hand slipped onto my back, pushing me down, down until –

My nose grazed his, and something turned over in my chest when my own scent hit my lungs.

A deep sound rumbled through the shadowsinger's chest, his hand slid up to cup the side of my neck, and he dragged me down.

His breath ghosted over my lips, and my own hitched.

Azriel's nose softly nudged against mine, his thumb slowly tracing the curve of my throat. I could feel him, the warmth radiating from his skin, could feel his scent invading my senses and causing my heart to shudder, could feel something building in my chest as my fingers trembled.

Azriel's lips brushed over mine. His grip tightened, a strangled sound built in his chest, and he tugged me forward and crashed his lips onto mine.

My heart faltered. Then the whole world stilled.

Azriel kissed me like he'd been starving.

A breathless whimper tore from my throat, my fingers dug into the pillows, and Azriel groaned softly. His fingers slid further into my hair, then his lips parted mine and his tongue slid into my mouth.

My breath faltered as the ground seemed to sway. I clutched onto the sheets, a desperate sound building in my chest, and Azriel's hand curled into my hair as he kissed me harder, more feverish. He was kissing me like he'd been wondering what it would be like for centuries and now that he'd had a taste - nothing else would ever be enough.

The thought made something pang painfully in my chest, and I whimpered, my body curving into his as I settled on his hips, my hands sliding to the sides of his neck, tipping his head, and Azriel's breath shuddered in a deep moan as his thumb brushed over the side of my throat. His tongue swirled lazily around mine, then his teeth caught my bottom lip, and a soft whimper broke from my throat as something clenched in my stomach.

Azriel's grip tightened, dragging me down towards him, his nose brushing past mine. I could feel something travel through his hands that felt like a tremble. Then he pulled me in with a hoarse noise and kissed me again, deep and hard and feverish as his fingers curled into my hair, and something in my chest rose in a wild flutter.

part II

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I might be insecure about a lot of things but never about my tennis 😌

tennis 🫶

#fr #like i love it and i also love competing in tennis #i always feel confident in my abilities and believe i can beat my opponents #and yeah this is literally so true for me #i also feel like my best self when playing it brings off some of my best qualities #it wasn't always like that but for a long time years now #but i've cone a long way since i started playing #when i was 14 i picked up a racket soon after 2 years later i got into my clubs women's team #but as one of the youngest and weakest players and i hardly ever got to compete in the championship in our league #(understandably because others were much better)#and i was playing with women who were more than twice my age and played this sport for longer than i was alive or some maybe even twice that #well now i'm one of the best of my club and i always get chosen to play and i might even become club champion this summer #at least i hope so and i believe i have a good shot i have to beat our number 1 but it's really close i think #and soon i could be our number 1 and best player #but yeah especially in the last 3 years my game really picked up #it's amazing where training hard can get you #oh and what a season i'm having (and my team)#i won both singles matches against much stronger rated opponents #i love them underdog wins ^^ nah but deservedly so it was quite close especially the 1st one but i'm so proud of how i won a tiebreak twice #(and also twice in a cup game hehe)#like i stayed cool under pressure #i cam back from behind from behind so many times this season and stayed cool in tiebreaks #because i never stopped believing i will win it #i almost play better when behind lmao #the craziest match was that cup game tho i lost the 1st set 4:6 because i couldn't make my own serve (bc it was rly bad that day)#(and my opponent knew how to take advantage of weak 2nd serves really well)#in the 2nd set i was 4:5 down and 40:0 for my opponent close to winning the match #but i ran for my life and played at my best and came back 5:5 #then i won the tiebreak 7:4 and the championstiebreak 10:3 🤪#what a comeback one of the best one's 😂

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ashrayus · 3 months ago

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PLSSSS MORE FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS OF JASON TODDDD!

DUDEE!!!! really happy u asked but also omg this got long agaiN who would have thought (!) i added summaries this time tho :)

here is part one of my fic recs XD

andd heres the new ones!! pls give them some love if u read them :D

Dick and Jason:

how lonely to be something that nothing wants to kill by sunlitlemonade

There were blood drops dripping down his fingers to the ground. The puddle was big enough for it to have spread around more than half the tub. His breaths shuddered, they were shallow and waning. But he was breathing and Dick’s world centered around that.

starting strong with Angst go read all of sun’s fics i always die and get revived <333 pls mind the tags on this one

cast on/cast off by hellsreluctantheir

“This is surprisingly non-destructive for Jason,” Dick comments, lightly. In the parking lot, Jason pulls a grenade out of one of his pockets, yanks the pin, and tosses it through the roller door and out of sight, before tearing out of the parking lot in chase of the truck. “Well, for a minute there,” Dick amends. He takes a step back towards the alley the batmobile is parked in, giving Bruce a quick glance. “We following? “No,” Bruce says, as the grenade goes off. “He’s cleared the warehouse. We can get into the office.” Dick sighs again. But Jason knows he can call in if he needs help.

time loop!!! read most of this writer's fics and fell in love with them all,, go read fr

bloodstained by hellsreluctantheir

“I know where the clinic is, asshole,” Jason said. The wad of gauze he was using to keep pressure kept slipping against his shoulder. The knife had caught the space between two panels, split to allow movement. Lucky shot. “Ok, let me make sure you get there without passing out from blood loss,” Dick said, a deliberate evenness to his tone, like he was doing his best to accomodate someone who was being completely unreasonable. Shithead. “I’m not going to pass out,” Jason said, ignoring the fact that he was actually feeling pretty unsteady on his feet. He caught himself with his good shoulder on the entry to the bathroom, took a deep breath. “What would Daddy Bats think if he knew you were here, trying to help me?” “I assume something like, ‘Wow, Dick, you’re such a good brother, trying so hard to make sure Jason is ok even when he’s being a complete idiot about it,’” Dick sniped.

heres another one from them. jasons scars and dick. andd another one next

brothers in arms by hellsreluctantheir

It wasn’t like none of them went undercover. Jason practically lived there. And he’d punch anyone who tried to make it a sob story for him, to cluck over the times he’d been alone in a pit of vipers, act like it was some tragedy. But given half a minute to think about it, Dick somewhere completely cut off from everyone but Bruce, no allies on hand, surrounded by enemies. Angry as he was at the lie, there was something about that he just fucking hated. or Thinking your brother is dead and then finding out he's been alive the whole time really has a way of making you rethink the relationship.

Shelter by Ptelea

Two safe houses, two nights dealing with the aftermath of fear toxin, multiple conversations, several meals. Written for Sholio's September 2020 Comfort Fest for a prompt from Musesfool. Warning-wise, there's nothing graphic here but there are definitely references to past canon trauma for both the characters.

the way they are written here <33

Rotten Fruits by couldyoublameme

“I’m fine,” Dick assured gently, sitting up slightly. “Just a bad night, is all.” It’s a familiar phrase he has used so often. Whenever the addiction crawls back into his mind, a parasite he can never truly get rid of. The family knows what it means. Knows what the ‘bad’ is. Knows what to do. “Oh,” Jason says. “Why?”

absolutely murdered me. pls do mind the tags

You Can Do Better Than That by AlexaAffect

All Jason could hear was his own ragged breathing. He desperately gasped for air, each breath more exhausting than the last and his lungs and throat burned with the effort. In. And, he needed a second longer with every breath he took, out. His arms had been suspended for the last… 15? minutes? Jason had quit keeping track of the time, he’d been too preoccupied trying to hold himself upright, trying to ease his position, switch it up, anything to prolong the guaranteed death. “Red Hood?” That was Dick’s voice. Huh. So they had found him fast enough. Or alternatively; Dick finds a kidnapped Jason shortly before he asphyxiates.

this fic is just oddly comforting to me idk. very precious

Equivalent Exchange by Lysical

Apparently favors don't expire on death. --"What do you want, Dick?" "For you to be happy, Jay." Dick leaned over and pinched his cheek. Jason reached up and swiped at him, scowling. "And world peace."

ADORABLE and fun

Just for Now by Lysical

Jason was back in Gotham and the timing couldn't be worse for him to need assistance on a case. He didn't want to see any of the Bats and he was sure the feeling was mutual. Nightwing was the worst option for Oracle to pick to help him out.

To Reconcile by CasualDanger

“Babs slapped me at your funeral.” Jason goes to laugh, but it’s just a cough and his mouth barely even twitches up. “She hated me in that moment. I mean, really, really hated me, like I did Talia after I found out Damian had died. And I wondered,” his voice cracks, eyes glassy now, “did you hate anyone when I was gone? Because I was gone?”

he ain't heavy, he's my brother by someplacewarm

Dick's been putting off meeting with Jason for a while now, but when a distress call comes through, he has no choice but to answer. Or the one where Dick and Jason talk, fight, get high and cuddle. In that order.

making gold out of it by vmkhoney

Dick talks himself back down on the bathroom floor, clinical and detached. (For someone whose primary skill is manipulating his body, it’s not very often that he feels connected to it.) - Or, five years after Blockbuster, Dick begins teetering on the ledge of processing what Catalina did to him.

a wonderful dick grayson fic, and jason is there being a good brother. mind the tags

What Hurts You by blueyeti

Dick comes to Jason's aid when he's injured in a fight, or at least he thinks he has.

jason has no scars!! and thats also sad

at me, too, someone is looking by bacondoughnut

Dick Grayson knows he's got problems when the Red Hood's busted leg somehow becomes his concern. aka; How Dick Grayson finds out Jason Todd is alive. A story about healing.

a rather long one for my standards XD (very short attention span) but this made me sit down and read. very fun jason

Bruce and Jason:

Saltwater and Desperation by bacondoughnut

Jason's not sure how he even manages to get himself out of the harbor. He's just glad Bruce is there when he does. Not that he'll ever, ever admit as much out loud.

same writer, love this jason (and bruce) so much

Insomnolence by navree

It's not like he slept much as a kid anyway; this is just a return to the status quo. He's not overly tired, and even if he's been sleeping less than his already limited amount throughout April, that's still not any of her business. Bad memories are already bad enough even before they spend the next few years in the aftermath becoming nightmares.

navree being The bruce and jason writer for me all of their fics are so o(- (

Ash Into The Wind by navree

This is his dad in there, the first man he ever called Dad, at any rate, and even after everything, booze and jail and Bruce and death and then death again, there's never going to be a part of Jason that isn't gutted that he's dead. One night, a wraith in a red helmet slips onto the grounds of Blackgate Penitentiary to steal one specific thing.

another one from them

Trapped by lurkinglurkerwholurks

BatFam Week 2018, Day Two. Prompt: Trapped Yes, the prompt is "trapped" and it's a Jason fic. I'm so, so sorry. (Not really, though.) Please see tags for potential triggers.

binge read this writers fics recently they write them so nice

Overcoming Our Antecedents by Batbirdies

Bruce swallows, closing his eyes for a brief moment before he takes another, steadying breath and presses both hands to his face. He just needs a moment. Needs to remember where he is, what year it is, that Jason is not actually fifteen, he only looks like he is. This is temporary. This is just a temporary problem that needs to be contained until they can change Jason back. This is not a repeat of events already passed. This is not a second chance.

Jason and Batfam:

Names and Neapolitan by Muddell

“Goddamnnit Robin,” Hood is there, pulling him into his arms. Robin sees that helmet, he sees the green eyes, the dark hair, he sees open, gray, Gotham sky, and hears tires squealing, and then he sees stone. He sees the cave. Bruce is there. Alfred is there. Dick is there. And Hood is there. Robin rolls in and out of consciousness. He reaches out, snatches the smell of copper and the touch of leather, and he holds Hood’s hand and he does not let go. He’s allowed to say it now. “Jason,” he says. “Don’t leave.” Or, following Dick telling Tim about his older brother, to Tim actually knowing him.

read a couple fics from this writer all so good!!!

Six Ways to Sunday by Muddell

Jason catches Duke hiding a headache and says, is anyone going to deal with that?

same writer!! really love their jason

Settle Down and Sleep by OberonBronze

A series of vignettes about seeking comfort. Damian tries his hand at being a comfort animal; Tim shows up at Jason’s place for an impromptu sleepover; Jason bonds with his older brother after a damaging fear toxin trip; Dick and Bruce have a long-overdue conversation.

really liked jason and dick in this :)

Tuck Me In by OberonBronze

Bruce Wayne and his long-standing habit of tucking his kids into bed.

think how great it is to fall asleep (and how terrible it is to wake up) by mikkal

Jason was fifteen, barely five foot, and underweight for his age when he died. When he came back to his body, suddenly he was too tall, too scarred, too much, too different. And he just... never got used to it. (Or: 5 times a Bat noticed/discovered his body dysphoria post resurrection)

Stranger Danger by alchemistsarego, whumpinaheartbeat (alchemistsarego)

There was never one particular moment that Damian registered that he was losing consciousness. Everything simply flashed from one thing to the next, even though some part of him understood that time had been passing in between. He had been sitting upright, rolling his eyes at something someone had said, then he was on the ground being pinned by some unknowable weight. All at once the weight was gone again, replaced instead by something not only lighter, but much warmer too. A blanket? No, a jacket.

jason and others:

Past Experience by Rookblonkorules

He thinks he might be dying. Again.

clark and jason :)

Bats in the Belfry by endlessnepenthe

Hal idly wonders how long he has before he's found. Probably not very. The Bat's freaky like that. (Or, Hal goes to Gotham and discovers that Batman's brand of freaky isn't exactly one of a kind.)

jason and hal jordan??! and slade? and magic.

#jason todd #dick grayson #bruce wayne #dc #jason todd fic #fic rec

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kryzuuna · 3 months ago

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SPOILERSS

FINAL EP 8 THINGS IVE NOTICED and thoughts and idk

i was so excited for this omg

i wonder what was the minus for tho 😔 also for a sec i thought that uzis name got revealed as usi 😭 cus of the s thing above but ig it can work as z

theres also a dead cells reference but its dead batteries 😭 lmao

thats my fav frame ong they look so scruffy AND off topic i love the design of the drones faces in general 😭😭😭 they always have this little goldfish look

this scene was sooo pretty, generally it was a shock how good the animation and render looked like fr i wasnt expecting such an upgrade from ep 7

AND im so glad the physics didnt work at that moment and their hair didnt burn 😔 i would be mourning all ep

honestly ive became a fan of J 😭😭 she got the short end of the stick through all of it

Grumpy Mctraumabot lmao also why their ios is so outdated

a lot of people pointed out that uzi referenced the tpose covers for the OST but i think they did it with khan more accurately 😭

her in those heels was a HARD WATCH like ouch

heres such a great shot, i feel like this is where you can clearly see the animation improved cus omg

omg he shred a tear 😭😭😭😿😿😿the feels guys 🥺🥺🫶🫰🫶

those eyes remind me too much about the instagram icon lmao also what is this windows xp how old the tech was on copper 9

this song hits hard maybe my fav part of the soundtrack

so they didn't make them kiss but they made them netflix and chill smh the priorities these days...🚬 KIDDING

AAHHH are those her moms headphones?? idk

anyway the finale was fun and very pretty, kinda short, wish it could go on for 10 more hours, i also wish they all could get a chance to talk more cus im more for interactions between the characters rather than action but alright alright

#murder drones #murder drones ep 8 #murder drones episode 8 #murder drones uzi #murder drones n #glitch productions

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sweetteainthesummerx · 5 months ago

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THE LOVE LASTS SO LONG (16)

In which the burn bursts into flames

series masterlist

This is the finale! imma keep doing blurbs tho, let me know if u have any requests for one shots :)

★・・・・★・・・・ ★・・・・★

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ollieupdates OLLIE BEARMAN MAIDEN WIN, CANADA GRAND PRIX.

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olliebearheart YES YES YES IN AUBREYS HOME COUNTRY TOO

user1 he works so hard GOOD JOB BEARMAN

user2 well deserved, incredible race

aubreyfanpage1 LOOK AT MOM IN THE LIKES WOOOOO

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olliebearman FIRST WIN LET'S GO!

Huge thank you to the team and the fans who have been along with me for this crazy ride. Getting to race and do something I love everyday is an honour. Here's to many more wins! 🏆🥂

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aubreyyang so incredibly proud of you! all of your hard work and talent finally paid off, can't wait to see you conquer the f1 world even more in the future ❤️

-- olliebearman ❤️

--user1 IM GASPING FOR AIR RN THIS IS SOFT LAUNCHING EJIREJ

charles_leclerc LETS GO TECHNICALLY STILL A LECLERC WIN LOOK AT MY SON

-- user2 AJREJRG FERRARIS ROYAL FAMILY FR

kimiantonelli well done mate :) party hard

oscarpiastri congrats bro 👊

-- user3 HIM NOT REPLYING TO ANYONE ELSE EXCEPT HIS GIRL BAHAHA

maxverstappen good job, loved sharing a podium with you

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clip one: ollie crosses the line, only seconds before max. The garage is screaming with excitement, and the camera pans to Aubrey and David, the girl clutching the older man's elbow as they are both sobbing with happy tears.

clip two: Ollie, soaked with champagne and sweat runs up to his dad and Aubrey. She lets him hug David first, the older man kissing his face and head, wrapping his arms around his son. Aubrey stands back, still silently crying and laughing. An engineer rubs her back and she laughs. Ollie turns to her, running the small distance and pulling her off her feet into a hug. She's got her arms around his neck, and he's holding her up by her waist. She whispers something in his ear, and he presses his face into her neck. He sets her down, although he keeps her in his embrace. He has to bend a little to keep their position, and she peppers the side of his face with kisses. Someone hands him his water, and she has to push him gently off so he can hydrate. He keeps a finger tucked in the loop of her miniskirt as he thanks the person.

f1olliebearman Aubrey and ollie after the race

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user1 NAHH THEYRE DEF IN LOVE JUST WAITING FOR THE HARD LAUNCH ATP

landogirlyee stop this is the height difference we all deserve

user2 HER LETTING HIM HUG DAVID FIRST??? THE WAY HE LIFTED HER UP?? ‼️

-- loverboysf1 THE WAY HE DIDNT WANT TO LET GO?? BRB GONNA GO KMS ‼️

user3 when is it my turn to be a dainty girl with her large tall bf

-- user4 bro wtf go touch some grass pls 😭

Aubrey shifted, shimmying the bottom of her dress down a little. They were out celebrating his win, and she was taking a breather from all the dancing Alexandra was making her do. Ollie was a little ways off with Lewis and Charles, in a heated discussion about presumably the race. She smiled as she watched him, all pale skin and flushed cheeks. His win, his maiden win, and she was here to witness it. Even if she wasn't in love with him, it was undeniable; Ollie Bearman, the dazzling starlet was the future of the industry.

"Hey, you look lonely." A blonde man joined her where she stood by the bar.

"Oh, I'm okay. Just taking a second." she smiled politely.

"You're an actress, right? I'm Logan. I drive for Williams?" he smiled, and if she wasn't completely taken by Ollie, she would've melted. He looked a bit like her ex, all sandy blonde and muscular and american.

"Yeah. I'm Aubrey." she shook his extended hand, trying to extract it, but he held on.

"I love your work," he grinned, and she weakly backed away.

"Look, you seem really sweet, Logan, but I-"

"Aubrey." A warm, familiar hand landed on her waist, a tether back to reality.

"Hey, winner." she murmured softly at his clenched jaw and dark eyes.

Ollie never got like this, not with her ex, not with the men who catcalled her in the streets. But it was...

Okay, fine, it was kinda hot. Extremely.

Logan's puppy dog eyes widened a fraction with realization.

"Oh. Oh. Oh!" he backed off, patting Ollie's arm, "Sorry, mate."

He departed quickly, and the grimace on Ollie's face stayed.

"Why the long face?" she hummed, stroking his cheek. He held her hand to his face, the moment intimate amidst the bustle of the bar.

"Barely got to see you all night," he drew her closer, "and you look so beautiful."

"That's okay, babe. Enjoy tonight. You have all the time in the world to tell me how pretty I look."

He had an odd look on his face; it was one she wasn't sure how to read.

"Let's go back to hotel." he whispered in her ear.

"What?" she asked, "It's barely midnight!"

"I don't want to be anywhere but with you. And right now, I think we need some privacy."

He led her through the crowd, and smiled politely when people aww'd at the fact he was leaving. Alex kissed her cheek with a knowing look, and Aubrey accepted a quick hug from Charles and Max.

The car ride over in the back of the taxi was silent, tension brewing between them. She was sober enough to stay quiet, but tipsy enough to slide her hand in his larger one.

She felt relieved when his calloused fingers curled around hers.

He led her into the elevator, a heavy, thinking look on his handsome face.

"I wasn't...I didn't want him to flirt with me, y'know." she told him, avoiding eye contact. It was funny, since their hands were still intertwined.

One second she was lifting her head to look at him, the next Ollie had her pinned against the elevator wall.

His nose bumped against hers as he inhaled, and exhaled into her mouth. She didn't know if she was dizzy from the rising height of the elevator or simply him.

He pressed his lips to hers, and she gasped in surprise.

His mouth was warm and smooth, his tongue asking for entrance at the seam of her lips.

He licked into her mouth, and she let out a whine, fingers grasping desperately at his arms.

He pulled back, groaning.

"I'm sorry, we should talk. But you just looked..." he trailed off, swollen lips mouthing at the sensitive skin of her neck, nipping and sucking a little track on her skin.

"Oh-" she started, hands dragging to his chest. She knew she sounded desperate.

"I love you." He blurted out, "I had a stupid crush on you when I was like 14, and I met you and you're the most wonderful person I know. You're so kind, and you make me feel like a person, not just a famous driver. I know that you might not feel the same way I do, but I can treat you right. I promise, I will never hurt you, or let anyone."

His eyes, brown and earnest and oh so familiar made her heart ache. How could he think that she didn't love him just as much, or even more?

"One chance, please. I can make you happy, love. Just let me try." he nearly begged, hands winding around her waist.

"I love you." she murmured back, "I'm sorry it took me so long to realize it. I want to be with you forever, and I know I'm coming off way too strong-"

He cut her off with a watery laugh.

"But you've shown me what love is supposed to be. In its true form, not some half-hearted warped example. And all I can hope is that I can return that love for you. Because I really do. I don't think I've ever loved anyone like you, Ollie. You're it."

He smiled, a real, genuine smile for the first time in the past hour. Seeing him all crinkly-eyed and happy made something burst low and hot in her stomach.

She reached up and dragged him by his collar so she could taste him again, all because now she could.

When she pulled back for air, and he chased her lips.

She giggled, and he rolled his eyes, nipping at her earlobe.

She pressed herself against him again, threading her fingers through his hair and pulling them together once more. She kissed him, this time slow and soft but both of their smiles were so big that it was more like pressing their teeth together.

"I think we missed our floor."

"That's what you're focused on right now?"

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alexandrasaintmleux FINALLY HOLY

leosdad yay my kids are dating

-- bearyfast_04 please dont say it like that

celine_diorr REPLACED BY A WHITE MAN

-- aubberieyaang erm sorry babe YOULL ALWAYS BE MY #1

bearyfast_04 I love you so much

-- aubberieyaang I love you more sweet boy

-- walkdontrun OKAY EWW

-- bearyfast_04 I can get you paddock passes?

-- walkdontrun omg my step dad

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chililos55 congrats to you and ur gf!!

-- leosdad this time its actually real

aubberieyaang WOW YOU ARE SO HANDSOME R U SINGLE

-- bearyfast_04 no actually im taken by the prettiest, most talented, hard working kind and loving woman ever

-- celine_diorr dude she just texted me shes crying

-- aubberieyaang NO IM NOT

kimi_possible we get it ur in love

-- bearyfast_04 ur just jealous

-- kimi_possible I have a gf??

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ysljoon · 1 year ago

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simon 'ghost' riley dom headcanons

wc: 884 warnings: fluff, smut, nsfw under the cut, dacryphilia, bondage, pussy slapping, creampies, oral (m receiving), degradation, spanking, overstimulation, creampies, aftercare, mentions of sub drop, dd/lg (?) a/n: trying to dip my toes back into smutty things it's been so long i gotta dust off the cobwebs MINORS DNI (have your age in your bio or you're getting blocked)

Simon Riley is the sweetest dom but don’t tell anybody that shhh

He knows how to make you melt with all the pet names

His favorites are ‘angel’ and ‘sweetheart’ BUT ‘lovie’, ‘sweet girl’, and ‘pretty girl’ are in the mix too

He is such a worry wart about you!!! If you’re at work/uni he’s asking for updates and doing check ins any chance he gets when he’s not deployed out on a mission

When he’s with you he’s always has an arm around your waist and keeping him close by so nobody or anything can get to you

He’s a firm believer that you’re his princess so you do NO CHORES around the house

It’s absolutely banned that you lift a finger at home so your only responsibility is to listen to him

He even loves to pick out your outfits (bro is such a cutie patootie)

If the weather permits most outfits entail skirts and thigh highs it’s his favorite combo

If you’ve had a bad day he has you smothered in blankets and just doting on you bringing you snacks and putting on your favorite show/movie and cooking you your favorite meal

He’s not much of a baker so he will probably DoorDash you a sweet treat (also because he can't bear to leave you by yourself when you’re upset)

If he’s having a bad day he just needs snuggles from you

Y'all are glued to the bed with your bodies flush against each other the whole day

He probably won’t say much either besides some grumbling when you get up to use the bathroom

He’s such a softie when you give him lil kisses he likes little pecks on the cheek and nose

He finds it so cute when you ask him to stoop down so you can give him a forehead kiss

He definitely prefers giving kisses to his babygirl instead tho

Mr. Riley is a sucker for giving you hickeys I don’t make the rules

He loves putting them in the places where everyone can see so everyone knows that you’re claimed

It’s a pain in the ass for you though, sorry

THIS MAN JUST LOVES CLAIMING YOU

He adores the sight of you in a collar in the bedroom with you on your knees

Seeing you with tears brimming your lower lash line when you’re begging for him to touch you in some way for relief has him painfully hard in his pants

He’ll of course have a leash attached so he can pull you closer by having you crawl in between his legs

He’s a throat fucker he can’t get enough seeing and hearing you choke on his cock

He loves seeing your spit dribble down your chin and tears running down your flushed cheeks while he’s using your mouth to get off

He doesn’t love the idea of degradation but he will call you the occasional ‘dumb slut’ or ‘cock slut’ it’s just what you are tho :3

Definitely spits on your pussy to lube it up before he fingers you

He isn’t super rough when he fingers you but is ADDICTED to slapping your pussy

He loves seeing it get so puffy the longer he plays with your pussy

Speaking of slapping if you’re bratty his favorite punishment is spankings

When you’re getting spanked he doesn’t let up until you’re squirming and sniffling

Once he believes you’ve learned your lesson and have apologized for your behavior he gives you soothing rubs with cream and kisses on each of your cheeks

Simon likes using restraints of some kinds (handcuffs, ropes, etc) and laughs when he sees you get impatient when he teases you with his tip right at your slit and clit

An avid enjoyer of doggystyle and missionary

He doesn’t mind choking but will only do it for you when you beg and beg hard

An overstimulation king fr

By the time y'all are both done he’s came at least 2-3 times

They’re definitely all crempies too (he loves the occasional money shot, and tries his hardest to avoid your eyes)

Lord knows how many times you have tho you’re definitely seeing stars

He has aftercare down to a science!! That man is so gentle you would never believe he kills people for his line of work

You’re somewhat prone to sub drop so Simon takes extra care of you

He’s very tender when he cleans you up and when he runs a bath he bridal style carries you

He’ll wrap you in the fluffiest and softest robe and place fluffy socks on you too to protect your feet from the cold floor

He’ll bring both a bottle of water and juice for you to drink and even has a snack/candy stash in his nightstand drawer

He’ll feed it to you while you’re situated with you sitting in between his legs with your back against his chest

He usually will play some calming music in the background for you instead of the TV because it can be overstimulating for you

You usually fall asleep in minutes just listening to the low timbre of his voice humming along with the music

He’ll reposition you so you’re the little spoon and will place a loving lil smooch on your temple wishing you goodnight

#simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost headcanons #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #cod headcanons #cod mw2

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lueurjun · 1 year ago

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neighbours to lovers! jake sim.

neighbour!jake x reader! in which jake sim has been in love with you from the minute he set his eyes on you. thank u so much for your support<3

OKAY LEMME TAKE A MOMENT TO GATHER MYSELF

because NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOUR JAKE???

WHO HAS BEEN IN LOVE WITH YOU SINCE YOU WERE KIDS?

dead. cant breathe.

his family and your family obviously know each other well

and i see his house as being ‘the spot’ during your childhood where all the neighbourhood kids used to play

he had these monkey bars in his backyard that everyone always wanted to play on

but jake always made sure you got to go on them first

#whipped

#nineyearoldrizz

brace yourselves

are you braced?

i’m not sure you’re braced

… HE WAS YOUR FIRST KISS

i know!! so cute right?

fighting back tears rn

you were only eleven so you didn’t really think much of it. he was your first kiss and you were fine with that

jake on the other hand?

he still thinks about it

in fact, that’s one of the scenarios he thinks of to help him get to sleep

boy is hopelessly in love

and everyone knows it too

like he denies it but everyone just knows

because he will drop anything just to do you the smallest favour

“hey jake, are you busy? i could really use your help watering my parents flowers?”

jake, who is in fact busy, “nope. not at all. never. give me that watering can.”

i repeat: w h i p p e d

cant blame him tho. you’re the embodiment of warmth, the personification of excellence. you are simply amazing.

i got more rizz that jake just sayin… ;D

despite knowing you for so long, he still gets all tongue tied whenever you’re around

and you’re just clueless

a perfect little dumbass

no matter how many times your family and friends — and even HIS family and friends — try to tell you, you’re convinced he’s just being friendly

because boys like jake don’t like people like you

you’re not enough for him. and he’s certainly not attracted to you

keep thinking like that. i dare u. i’m outside of your house. ur perfect! MWAH MWAH. take all my love pls

in true neighbours to lovers fashion, your bedroom window faces his

#youbelongwithmecore

and sometimes like the little creep that you are, you peek inside of his room to see if he’s there

unbeknownst to you, little jakey poo does the exact same thing

soulmates fr

twins asf

people that creep on each other, end up with each other

i do not condone staring into your crushes bedroom. do not do that. you may get arrested… but if you do send me your mug shot, i bet u look adorable! KIDDING IM TOTALLY KIDDING PLS DONT GET ARRESTED

anywhooo, one particular night you peek into his room

at the exact same time as him

cue that spiderman meme where they’re just pointing at each other

you both just kinda freeze

staring at each other

because now what? you’ve both caught each other out

eventually, you shuffle forward and open your window which coaxes jake to do the same

the confidence comes naturally because it’s only jake, you know him like the back of your hand

tho ur screaming on the inside because a) you’re embarrassed and b) JAKE WAS STARING INTO YOUR ROOM WHICH MEANS HE WAS LOOKING FOR YOU

it’s almost like he’s in love with u or sumn idk

“are you stalking me, sim?”

his cheeks go bright red and he kinda starts spluttering

“i—no. i promise i wasn’t—i-“

well. that was disappointing. you kinda hoped he’d keep up with your flirty banter

“it’s okay jake, i was doing the same thing.”

honest icon. you truly can do no wrong

even more spluttering. even more blushing

because YOU???? WERE WATCHING HIM??

bro loves stalkers. IM KIDDING ILY

anyways there’s something about the atmosphere

and to jake, it just seems right to say what’s on his mind

which leads to him sitting with his feet hanging out of the window and the darkest shade of red on his cheeks

“i still think about that kiss.”

did u hear me scream?

your mind goes blank

because what tf does that mean?

the kiss?? THE KISS? THE FIRST KISS???

HE STILL THINKS ABOUT THAT???

he can’t look you in the eyes, choosing to fiddle with his fingers instead

and you just stand there dumbfounded

bby talk to him before i lose my mind

when you don’t say anything, jake scrambles back into his room which kinda snaps you out of your trance

his fingers are itching to close the window

“i’m kinda upset that you’ve never come back for seconds”

i literally have a lambo and nine mansions

marry me rn

now it’s jakes turn to be speechless

bro is FLABBERGASTED

“oh.” 🧍🏻

“oh?”

“oh.”

this is painful. it’s 5:30 am rn cut me some slack

you have this poor boy breaking out into a rash from stress

and it worsens when you grab your coat and demand for him to meet you outside

like the true gentleman, he doesn’t leave you waiting long and almost falls flat on his face trying to get through the door

what a loser. i love him

he shuffles towards you, hands in his pockets and a look that says he’s absolutely terrified

are you gonna slap him? tell him you never want him to speak to you again?

“look, i’m sorry if i overstepped—“

“are you gonna give me my kiss i’ve been waiting for or not?“

it’s then that he notices that you’re both in the exact same spot as you were all those years ago when the first kiss happened

literally giggling and kicking my feet rn

“a-are you sure?”

and those are the exact words he uttered the first time too

he was as nervous as he was back then, perhaps even more so this time around

because this isn’t an innocent childhood kiss

you’re grown now. it’s different

in true y/n fashion, you start to lose patience

so you trust your gut and you grip onto his shirt, tugging him closer giving you the perfect chance to collide your lips with his

jake’s hands waft around in stress until they finally settle on your waist and he gains enough confidence to pull you somewhat closer to him

i don’t want a boyfriend. i don’t want a boyfriend. i don’t want a boyfriend.

the kiss is a thousand times better than the first

it's passionate and sentimental, full of longing and tenderness. it’s everything and more.

pulling away is almost a chore as you rest your head against his.

“i could get used to that.”

jake goes to respond, a breathless chuckle ghosts your lips when suddenly a wolf whistle cuts through the street

“AYO JAY OWS ME 20! I KNEW HE’D GROW SOME BALLS EVENTUALLY”

sunghoon, the neighbour across the street who also happens to be jake’s best friend, is leaning out of his window.

that definitely should have ruined the moment but you were far too wrapped up in the bliss of having jake so close to you, that nothing could ruin the happiness you felt

not even sunghoon and his idiocy.

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༯ 405, TREVOR ZEGRAS

trevor zegras x singer!reader

the one where rumour has it YN has a new boyfriend and Trevor has a new girlfriend

taglist if you’d like to be added to my taglist, message me privately or comment on this post

warning this is all fake and just for fun, no hate to any of the people mentioned. Just a reminder that this is pure for entertainment xoxo

last part main masterlist trevor zegras masterlist

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username this outrageous behaviour, YN. we’re out here sobbing to her new album and she has been macking on some new dude

username no fr she has me sobbing here like a child for days now

username atleast she looks hella good

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username YN it was suppose to be me next😔

username imagine it is jack hughes

username jack’s probably trying to shoot his shot w trevor now tbh

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username “i hate the fact that i miss you around” MOOD

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username “how are you looking at me like a stranger” my heart bro??

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username “i loved you so hard for a time” trevor go sit in the corner and think about what you did.

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jackhughes winner

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username ellen, get jack back on the leash pls

username pls let that be YN 🙏

username YN out w her new man, Trevor hinting his new girl. Can i please go cry..

username as long as it isn’t some tiktoker you got my approval.

username trevor just wants to be a tiktok star, leave him be

username he’s unemployed, he needs to get money from somewhere

username a lot of questions rn

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username could be trevor🤷🏼‍♀️

username why do i feel like her and trevor are back together, like there’s no way it’s a coincidence they both have a new partner at the same time

username how did people ever get to the fact she could be dating jack?! y’all are so weird

username nah after that album i refuse to believe she has already moved on

username she’s probs dating him again

username i mean the album was writing a while back tho-

username i refuse.

username yn probably panicked so hard when she realised she posted that

username she def cried

imessages

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mistletoe (kjw x f!reader)

genre: fluff; wc: 2.4k

a/n: guess who’s back, back again

but fr tho the liz brainrot is REAL she’s so ☹️☹️ and im in dire need of content for this cutie so someone had to take matters into their own hands

"ahh, jiwon-ah, you're so cute!"

that was the first thing jiwon heard as soon as she opened the door to the ive dorms: your usually quiet demeanor going out the window at the sight of her.

with a big, bright smile, you immediately launched yourself at the girl and threw your arms over her shoulders, bringing her in for a hug. the poor girl was flustered beyond belief, absolutely clueless about where to place her arms and as red as rudolph's nose. reluctantly, she wrapped them around your waist, which only prompted you to hug the girl even closer and tighter.

"i missed you so much, jiwonie, you don't even know," you whispered into her neck, as if you'd told her a secret. the poor girl's eyes went wide and she could feel her face heat up even more. you, though, you just thought she felt even more huggable considering the cold seoul air you walked through with your members to get to their dorm entrance.

speaking of members...

liz raised her gaze to meet 4 other pairs of eyes staring at the whole ordeal in front of them. their looks ranged from surprised at their usually reserved member being so affectionate, to a teasing smirk here and there, to a big smile from someone who's just happy to be there.

"chaewon-unnie! kkura-unnie! you guys made it!" shouted yujin from the inside of the dorm. at her shout, you drew back a little bit from jiwon to peek over her shoulder at her leader. you gave yujin a big smile that she returned with her own, her eyes disappearing into crescents.

your members let themselves into the ive dorm one by one, greeting jiwon's members with yunjin closing the door behind them. with how you've buried your face in jiwon's chest, still hugging the girl from the waist instead, you missed the looks that your members shot the girl. jiwon moved her arms up to your shoulders and finally grabbed ahold of herself and cleared her throat.

"um, let's go in, y/n-ie?"

she felt you nod against her chest.

"are you gonna let go...?"

you lifted your head to pout up at the girl. "do you want me to?" you asked. she immediately shook her head no with wide eyes.

"i--i don't! i was just asking, y/n-ie..." she pouted. you smiled up at her and gave her a peck on the cheek. "you're so cute, jiwonie..."

with your arms still around each other, you both made your way into the living room. unbeknownst to you both, conversations were brewing in the kitchen.

"100,000 won says they're getting together tonight," yunjin offhandedly mentions.

"absolutely not!" chaewon counters.

"yeah, that'd just be easy money," sakura shrugged. rei looked up from the dessert she was making to shoot sakura a smirk.

"wait, they're not together, yet?" kazuha asked. "i mean, they sure looked like they were."

"nope. have you seen jiwon? the poor girl could never make moves on y/n-ie. i mean, look!" rei directs everyone's attention towards the living room where y/n is sitting close to wonyoung while the latter was showing something on her phone. meanwhile, jiwon was sulking off to the side -- complete with a pout, crossed arms, and a giant ugly christmas sweater that makes her look so small you wouldn't think she was just as tall as yujin and wonyoung.

"i guess fearlessness carries over to shamelessness? try being more obvious, guys," gaeul sighs as she walks by the group in the kitchen, trying to get a bottle of water from the fridge. "yeah, guys, the dessert's not gonna make itself," yujin adds.

slowly, everyone starts piling out of the kitchen into the dining room. the girls all unconsciously assigned themselves roles of either setting the table or arranging the dishes. you didn't want to disturb the girls or mess with their flow, so you stood at the side by yourself as you watched the christmas feast slowly come to life with a smile on your face.

you felt someone's eyes boring into the side of your head, so you turned your head in the direction and found jiwon staring right at you. when you caught her, she immediately looked ahead at the spread in front of her, while a red was spreading across her face that she was hoping you wouldn't catch. chuckling at the girl's actions, you walked over to her and cuddled up to her side while wrapping your arms around her waist. you looked up at the girl and gave her an easy smile. when she hesitantly met your gaze, you could feel your heart race as she gave you a smile in return. you tightened your hold on her waist as you buried your face in her neck.

with how close you were holding her, you were hoping she wouldn't feel the way your heart jackhammered against your chest.

ah, what am i going to do with you, jiwonie?

with a clap, sakura called on everyone's attention. "ja, before we eat, i just wanted to say a few words." everyone listened intently at the eldest person in the room as she rambled on and on, thanking her own members as well as the ive members and congratulating them on a successful year.

while wiping away tears, yujin announced, "alright, let's dig in!"

the girls all took a seat around the table and dug in. conversation flowed effortlessly between them. half the time, though, you would just stay quiet and relish in the moment. with your it's not very often you and your members would get to have dinner with friends like normal people your age, so you wanted to savor every second of this.

as soon as the energy started going down, wonyoung went into the kitchen to grab something. you, leeseo, and eunchae were talking about the latest twice comeback when a round of cheers piqued your interest. you looked up and peeked over your shoulder to see what the ruckus was about when you saw wonyoung walking over carrying a few bottles of soju. soon enough, the energy came back up as the drinks started flowing -- maybe even more so than when you guys weren't tipsy.

throughout the night, you and jiwon had gotten pretty close, but only to hear each other over the rowdiness of everyone else (yunjin and drinks never made a good combo). in the middle of your conversation, though, a certain someone's shout caught both of your attention.

"look who got caught under the mistletoe!" yujin screamed. you excitedly looked up, trying to find the damned fruit around the ceiling, until you finally found it.

above you and jiwon.

the table immediately erupted in hollers, with the mistletoe acting like a spotlight on the both of you. "kiss! kiss! kiss!" the group chanted, lead by jiwon's own leader. you could feel the heat radiating off of jiwon. you knew the girl was shy -- she didn't like having all this kind of attention on her. you chuckled nervously as you turned to look at the girl who looked like she was about to cry, face as red as a tomato. thankfully, wonyoung and gaeul took notice and shifted the conversation towards something else.

however, the damage had already been done.

quietly, the girl got up from her seat. on instinct, you reached up for her, wanting to make sure she was okay. before you could even get a word out, jiwon was already shaking her head. "it's okay, y/n," she whispered before running off to what you assumed was her room.

all you could do was watch helplessly as she disappeared. you turned back towards the table, looking on as everyone just continued as if nothing had happened. as you assessed the scene, you noticed wonyoung staring straight at you. as soon as you made eyes with the girl, she gave you a nod as if to say, "go after her." with that, you excused yourself from the table and made your way towards the room you saw jiwon disappear into, vaguely hearing a slap, a groan, and a distant, "what the hell were you thinking?!" from wonyoung.

you stared at the white door ahead of you before hesitantly raising your fist up to knock. after three raps, you spoke up. "jiwon-ah? it's me, y/n. can i come in?"

after 5 seconds, nothing came from the other side. you knew jiwon -- she didn't like being pressured. you were about to turn around and leave, before you heard a small, "come in," from the other side of the door.

slowly, you turned the knob and pushed the door open and peeked your head in. "jiwonie? you good?" you asked in a small voice. you let yourself into the room more and noticed how small the girl looked sitting on the edge of her bed -- as if she wasn't at least 5 cm taller than you. you slowly approached the girl and took a seat beside her.

you waited for a minute, just sitting in silence with jiwon. while usually you would relish in the silence, your mind was racing a mile a minute, wondering how you were going to talk to her again.

until she made your life easier.

"i'm sorry about that earlier," jiwon said in a small voice. it broke your heart to see and hear the usually boisterous girl sound so...defeated. you quickly turned your attention toward her and were quick to reassure her.

"wait, why are you sorry?" you asked.

"i...my members must've made you feel uncomfortable. i'll talk to them about this tomorrow," the girl sighed, complete with a shake of her head.

"no no, i wasn't uncomfortable, i swear, jiwonie," you tried again, cupping her hands for comfort.

"you don't have to lie, i compl--"

the words died in her throat as she felt a pair of lips come in contact with her cheek. she immediately felt the heat rise up her neck to her face and her eyes went wide as she processed what the hell just happened.

she didn't have much time to do so, though, because she felt your hand snake up and cup her other cheek to get her to look at you. when your eyes met, your hand moved down to cup her neck instead while your eyes disappeared into crescents -- her favorite part about you.

but that might just change as soon as she felt your kiss on her forehead.

is it possible to get second-hand drunk? i didn't have a touch of alcohol, but maybe all that soju in the air got me drunk. yeah. that's probably it, because there's absolutely no way y/n is looking at me like i put the stars in the sky.

"i'm not mad at your members because i really wanted to do this, jiwon," you whispered. you felt her face heat up more under your palm. how can someone be this cute?

"really?"

"really, jiwonie."

"...is that all you wanted to do?" she whispered.

you chuckled at the girl. "if that's all you want me to do."

she leaned forward to nose at your nose like a cat. oh, jiwon, you're going to be the death of me. "what if i want you to do more?"

"then your wish is my command."

you took that as your sign to close the gap between you two and softly pressed your lips to hers. for a second, it seemed as though jiwon was frozen in place, but it seems like her brain had finally caught up to the present when she returned your kiss with a lot more passion. you couldn't help but smile into the kiss and tighten the hold you had on her waist -- it was like everything you've ever imagined.

you both finally pulled apart after a few seconds but still remained well within each other's proximity. she was about to lean in for another before you stopped her, your finger meeting her lips instead.

"uh-uh-uh, jiwonie," you chuckled. "not yet."

the girl only pouted in reply. she buried her head in your neck and rested her whole weight on you, prompting you both to lie down on the bed behind you both. your heart had never felt fuller.

"jiwon-ah."

she lifted herself off of you a little bit to get a look at you, attention on you like a cat to a laser pointer. you smiled at the girl before leaning up and giving her another peck. when you pulled away, she immediately chased after your lips for an even longer and a little more heated kiss. you kept your hands on her neck to both steady her and try to control the pace. when she pulled away for a bit, you took that as your cue. "we still need to talk, jiwonie," you said. it was as if she snapped out of her daze with how her eyes went wide and she immediately pushed herself off of you.

you could tell she was getting worried again, and you decided to stop her in her tracks. "ah-ah-ah, jiwonie. it's okay what you did back there, really. i just think we should talk first about...whatever this is," you reasoned out.

jiwon still looked very much apprehensive, but she nodded anyways.

"if you want, i can start first. i very much like you, kim jiwon, and i'd like it if you were mine only," you spoke with much conviction.

"i..." was the only thing the other girl could let out.

you, though, you just kept staring at her with an easy smile. you didn't want to pressure her into anything, and you hoped she understood that with the look you were giving her.

"i...i like you a lot too, y/n-ie. i really do. but..."

"ah-ah-ah! no buts, jiwon-ah. i know exactly what you're going to say, and I'm not having it. you're the most amazing person on the planet, and if you'll let me, i want to make you feel like you are," you tried to assure her.

all she could do was gape at you, so you did what you could do best -- you gave her one more peck.

"alright, are you ready to get back out there? we've still got gifts to open, you know?"

"only if you stay with me."

"there's no where else i'd rather be."

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