#hand me your oc's over anytime

[tetratheripper]

Cryptobros kept sending me messages to "buy" pieces from my portfolio (?¿?¿ they don't even know how portfolios work) so I unpublished all my Artstation posts lol (I wasn't comfortable in there since the AI anyway, so whatever)

[citysuk]

a baby?! | logan howlett

pairing: xmen!logan howlett x pregnant!reader

summary: some headcanons of logan with a pregnant partner.

notes: logan is so husband (not actually married) material 😭😭😭 i needed to write this for my man.

warnings: pregnancy kajsksa (it scares me to death), so much fluffy fluff. no proofread. no use of y/n but no oc neither.

Logan's protective nature would go into overdrive when you are pregnant. He'd be extra vigilant, watching your every move and refusing to let you out of his sight. "You ain't goin' nowhere, darlin'," he'd growl.

Logan would be constantly fussing over you, making sure you're eating right and taking care of yourself. He'd become a regular at the grocery store, stocking up on the necessary supplies for your pregnancy. "Can't have my baby going hungry," he'd say, tossing another loaf of bread into the cart.

Logan would be a pro at soothing you through the uncomfortable parts of pregnancy. He'd rub your back when you had cramps, hold your hair when you were sick, and provide as much comfort as he could. "It's gonna be okay," he'd murmur. "Just a few more months."

Logan would be eager to feel the baby kick and move inside your belly. He would place his hand on your stomach, feeling every little movement, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Hey there, little one," he'd whisper.

Logan would take you for late night walks in the gardens, his arm protectively around your waist, your steps slow and measured. He'd breathe in the night air, a rare peacefulness settling over him. "Can't wait to meet our kid," he'd say quietly, squeezing your hand.

Logan might be a bit nervous about being a father, but he would never let it show. He'd put on a brave front, masking his fears with his usual gruff exterior, but would secretly be reading every parenting book he can find.

As the due date got closer, Logan would become increasingly anxious. He'd be extra cautious, carrying you up and down the stairs and insisting that you rest as much as possible. "Can't have anything happen to you or the baby," he'd say, his eyes filled with worry.

Despite his tough exterior, Logan would be secretly excited about decorating the nursery. He'd take you to every baby shop in town, helping you pick out the perfect crib and the perfect color for the walls (he's the one putting everything together).

When the baby is finally born, Logan would be there, holding your hand, coaching you through the delivery. He'd whisper words of encouragement, trying to hide the tears that threatened to fall. "You're doing great, darlin'."

As soon as he lays eyes on his child, Logan's heart would instantly fill with love. He'd be torn between staring at the baby and checking on you, a range of emotions playing on his face.

Logan would be the ultimate doting father. He'd change diapers, give baths, and rock the baby to sleep. He'd sing lullabies and tell bedtime stories, his voice gruff but his words soft.

Logan would have a love/hate relationship with the baby's first word. When they said "Dada" for the first time, he'd puff up with pride, but then be secretly disappointed that it wasn't "Mama."

He would have a collection of silly nicknames for the baby, ranging from "Cub" to "Little One". He'd sometimes slip into Wolven mode and playfully growl at the baby, making them giggle.

Logan would be incredibly overprotective of the baby. Anytime someone tried to hold them, he'd hesitate and watch hawkishly. He wouldn't let anyone but his partner and the X-Men near the child, always on high alert for any potential threat. "Ain't nobody touchin' my kid, bub," he'd growl, eyes narrowed.

Logan would be the one to handle the late-night feedings and soothe the baby back to sleep. "Can't let your mama get too exhausted," he'd mutter as he rocked the baby in his arms.

Logan would be careful when the baby started walking and crawling, especially around the danger-prone X- Mansion. He'd constantly be on edge every time the baby would try to grab something sharp or crawl towards a dangerous area. "Watch yourself there, squirt," he'd say, scooping them up before they could get into trouble.

Logan would also be a very hands-on father. He'd want to teach the child everything he knows, from fighting to the wilderness. He'd take them camping and teach them how to survive in the wild. "Gotta be tough like your old man," he'd say.

Even though Logan would claim he wasn't the type to get attached to kids (LIAR), he'd secretly have a soft spot for the one you had created together.

[cornyforjk]

Drive you crazy | Day 1 | jjk

SUMMARY In which you are stuck living with an arrogant rookie racer who thinks of you as an obstacle, ready to ruin your glory, but things get heated when he has a pervy smile hidden under that pretentious attitude. Emotions that are complicated. You could never fall for your enemy! He's sabotaging you.

Pairing: racer!jk × racer!oc

Genre: angst and pure filth smut

Warnings: trash language only for now.

A/note: HI I'M SCARED BUT HI ALL THE BEST HAVE FUN . First chapter out and I am already head over heels for this Jungkook. I'd say to keep your hobi water ready anytime cause the spice never ends.

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"You'd be better off as a pornstar, why not start an only fans page."

The guy beside me whispered as I clenched my fist, a helmet covering his face. Well he was lucky the helmet was there to protect him, or else by now, his limbs would've fallen apart, bit by bit until he was screeching for mercy.

"Stay out of my way." My helmet was a barrier to the fiery glare I was sending his side. I heard him emit an audible but distressed sigh as his tongue clicked in disappointment.

I scanned him from head to toe, not as if I knew him, but my desire to call him a "gay stripper" grew stronger with each tap on the floor.

I close my eyes, collecting my thoughts that were scattered around an endless black hole. Echoes of heels clicking against the floor catching my attention, ear perking up I fix my posture, shoulders rolling back, clearing my parched throat.

A woman with huge circular glasses resting on the bridge of her nosewalked in. Her pencil skirt accentuated her broad hips, her blue eyes fixed on the notepad wrapped around her arm, and the silver metallic pen held her elegant hairstyle together.

She was the definition of what I call 'classy'.

I suddenly felt my shoulders slouch down when her blue icy eyes scanned me, her orbs slowly widening in astonishment. I raise my hand giving a small wave with a crooked smile.

Maybe that was a bit too crooked. Screw it! She can't see me.

"Ahh..." I suddenly squealed under her intense gaze that was scanning me over and over again, pushing the glasses that adorned her button nose back. She cleared her throat grazing over her notepad one last time.

"Lady, you know I am still here, right? Maybe you can do this goo-goo eyes after I'm checked in." The guy beside me commented, earning an eye roll which he couldn't witness. I stomp over his boots, almost throwing my whole weight on his foot.

"OUCH!" He grunts, turning my way, maybe or maybe not glaring like Donald Trump after he found out his steak was cooked medium rare and not brought alive.

"Fight me you ceramic bitch!" He shrieks, ready to throw hands. I hide behind the elegant woman for protection who just watched us bicker.

She cleared her throat again, catching me off guard. She turns my way. "Jungkook and Y/n?" She pursed her lips, narrowed cat-like eyes waiting for our nods.

"Jungkook...more like junk looks," I coughed out, wheezing at that lame pun, perhaps no one has the sense of humour of a five-year-old. The world is turning tables pretty quick.

"Ms Y/n, you aren't supposed to be here?" She waits for my reaction as I freeze on spot.

"What do you mean I am not supposed to be here?" My voice slightly rising, "I checked in myself as the new rookie in racing." I practically throw air quotes at her statement, panic wavering in my

voice.

The so-called guy 'Jungkook' choked, his broad chest heaving up and down as he laughed.

Did I say something funny?

"You are at the wrong location, I think there was an error in our system while registering you, we may have added your name to the wrong list." She ran her index finger across her crisp notepad, eyes moving back and forth like a hawk.

"No, no, no, no-no." I gasped, "do you know how long it took me to persuade my sponsor?! This is my only chance to race; if I don't enter, all of my years of preparation will be in vain."

She looked at me with sympathy. "Can't you make any changes to send me there?"

"I'm sorry...you won't be able to reach in time and we cannot let you go until the board takes a look at this major mistake and have you safely enter your designated place."

She tapped her foot on the marble floor.

Suddenly my head dropped, audibly sighing as my fingers tapped against my thighs. Just one opportunity is given...and it will all wash over like golden sand at the seashore.

"Okay, sad. Moving on, I'd like the Keys to my quarters." Jungkook arrogantly demanded, pushing his hand in front of the woman. She looked at him with no emotion, rolling her eyes, once again checking the name list.

Think Y/n! Think!

I felt my heart clench, the corner of my eyes collided with the water. My craving to have wind tangled in my locks while the engine roared at the starting line with determined racers kept increasing.

That desire in my heart burning stronger than any fuel.

"I can race here!" I exclaimed, earning a groan from the tall man beside me. The woman blinked her eyes, glasses almost falling off her snatched nose.

"Excuse me?"

"Well, I can race on this track here in California, till then your board can sort out all their work." Adrenaline rushed in my veins like hope, secretly fist-pumping the air. Finally, this could work out.

"Listen up kiddo, this is California. Here racers make history. They don't sit on the track to have some pink princess tea party, so you can take that bag of yours and move your ass out of this place because you don't belong here." His words were foul, a snarl creeping on.

He was filled with bitterness, swiftly peeling off the helmet on his face. His action left me speechless.

His ethereal beauty was hidden behind the helmet; his soft, glowing skin was the centre of attention; his doe-like eyes were pools of overflowing emotions; his soft lips, the bottom one a little fuller, a mole on his cheek and one under his lip.

I would've stumbled on my face gazingat such charm if only he wasn't being a jerk.

"It's because women aren't usually seen racing here, in fact for the last 50 years no women had the guts to continue on this track." The woman abruptly spoke. I felt the uncertainty in her voice. She was trying to cover up for that jerk.

"but there is no rule against women racing here." I protested back.

"Yes there isn't but-" "Then I race here."

Jungkook's intense stare had my knees go weak. I could feel the sharpness and cold wrath all at once. An unspoken cold blooded war was rising between us.

"What do you think you are doing?" Jungkook exclaimed, his warm hand skimming on my shoulder, the grip crushing my meek corpse.

His jaw clenched and eyes obscuring, he glowered behind the lustrous locks covering his orbs that bled out of outrage.

outrage.

Staring into his eyes my body shook violently, I harshly pushed him away, disgusted by the warmth his hands held. "Don't touch me." My eyes were bloodshot red, wrapping my hands around my torso.

"I won't be outmanoeuvred by a jerk. Especially you, Jungkook."

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Teaser | Day2

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[2hightocare]

UNEXPECTED NEWS!

Synopsis: Pregnant with your first child, how do you plan on dropping the news to your husband?

Genre: married au! KUWTB!

Warnings: whole lotta fluff.. cussing, mentions of sex, playful banter, found family… just fucking fluff bye.

a/n: well long awaited drabble.. I honestly adore all of them so much… Jungkook and oc were being extra cutesy (they usually play fighting all the time) in this.. enjoy🤍 ps I’m high as fuck so ignore all mistakes.

ask! KUWTB💌

“You’re fucking pregnant?” Your best friend whispers, Eunbi stares at you with wide eyes and mouth hanging open.

You had been feeling weird these past few days, from your emotions being all over the place to throwing up whenever you ate something. Jungkook was worried about what was wrong, but you just told him that you were on your period, which was a lie since you hadn’t had it in some time now.

So, here you are, sitting against the wall in the bathroom of Eunbi’s house with a positive pregnancy test in your hand. “I’m going to be an auntie!” Eunbi dances in front of you, her blonde hair coming undone from her bun.

“Oh my god, I’m pregnant.” It finally clicks in your brain that a small human is forming in your belly at this very moment, tears start streaming down your face.

You and Jungkook have been married for five years now. When you first got married, you both said you would enjoy your marriage and have fun. And that’s exactly what you did; you traveled a lot, went out to parties until five in the morning, did spontaneous stuff all the time.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Eunbi rushes to your side, kneeling down in front of you, lifting your face up. “Are these happy tears or sad tears?” She asks, her thumbs wiping your tears away, ruining your makeup.

“Both.” You sniffle, your eyes finally meeting her hazel eyes.

“Wanna talk about it?” Eunbi asks slowly, trying to read your expression.

Eunbi has been your best friend since college days; she was your dorm roommate. You both majored in the same thing, meaning you guys had almost every class together.

“It’s just that..” you pout, as the tears continue to fall.

“I’m happy, I’m really happy. But Kook and I haven’t talked about having a baby anytime soon. I don’t know how he’ll react.” You explain, as Eunbi only nods her head.

“Y/n, that man loves you so much, it’s even absurd what he would do for you. Knowing him, he would literally jump off a cliff for you. I don’t think he’ll react badly, but if he does, I’ll have the guys throw him off the cliff. Anyways, he loves you a lot with a baby or without a baby.” Eunbi says, helping you stand up before hugging.

“How do you think I should tell him?” You sniffle, as Eunbi chuckles, letting go of you.

“Pregnancy reveal plan in the making!” Eunbi says.

“And can we get out of here, this is where Yoongi takes his shits, it kinda smells bad,” Eunbi scrambles to the door, which has you laughing, following her lead out of the bathroom.

…

It’s been two days since you found out you were pregnant, but you haven’t told Jungkook anything yet. Eunbi and you planned a way of telling him the day you found out, so here you are, nervous as hell in Jungkook's car, trying to calm your nerves.

After a couple of minutes, you step out of the car with your shoulder bag and some shopping bags. You lock the car behind you and make your way to the main door.

“Hi baby, how did it go?” Your husband greets you the minute you walk in from the couch. “What did you buy?” Jungkook pauses the show he was just watching, putting all his attention on you, making grabby hands for you to go to him.

“Want a haul?” You giggle, making your way to him who pats his lap for you to sit on, which you do after dropping the bags beside him.

“Better have used my card,” he gives you a glare which you only roll your eyes playfully, reaching for your Prada bag before pulling out his black card and handing it to him. “Keep it, you use it more than me,” waves you off, giving your neck a wet kiss.

“Did the girls not go? I was on the phone with Taehyung, and he said Ari was making dinner.” Jungkook gives your thigh a squeeze, helping you adjust in his lap. “Ari said she was really busy with work, and Lora was taking care of Jiho since Jin is working.” You explain, running your fingers through his messy curls.

“You went by yourself? I could’ve gone with you, baby.” Jungkook pouts at you, which you shake your head with a smile. “Eunbi went with me, plus you had work,” You squeeze his cheeks.

“Tsk, I missed you,” He smiles, pulling your face closer to his before connecting his lips to yours. Your eyes immediately flutter closed, mirroring his smile against your lips.

“I have to show you something.” You bring up, your stomach doing a turn. “Show me,” He smiles, patting your thigh, before you climb off his lap, reaching for the shopping bags.

“Are you going to give me a haul?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow at you, which you only wink back as a response.

“So, I got a lot of makeup,” you say, showing him every product you got, which he listened to carefully even though he had no clue what half of the stuff you bought is used for. “I got us these, so we can all match,” you pull out the biggest Nike shoe box first, passing it to your husband.

“These are sick as fuck,” Jungkook holds up the black and white high tops. “Let me see yours.” He motions to the other box in the bag; you hand him your shoe box. Instead of high tops, they’re low instead.

“Super cute, they match your outfit right now,” He says about your pink long sleeve bodysuit. “They do, don't they,” You say, cracking your fingers nervously to show him the much smaller box in the bag.

“Oh, who’s this one for?” Jungkook reached for the small box, opening it to be met with tiny matching shoes. “Are these for Jiho? I don’t think they would fit him,” Your husband brings up the only child in the family as he holds the tiny shoe in his palm.

“They’re not for Jiho..” You nervously say, as you dig into your bag, pulling out the positive pregnancy test.

“You’re fucking kidding,” Jungkook's mouth hangs open as he stares at your teary eyes. You shake your head, tears start falling down your eyes watching your husband that’s stuck in place with wide eyes.

“I’m going to pass out, baby, are you serious?” Jungkook's face scrunches up as tears fill his eyes, “baby, you’re pregnant?” He drops the shoes and moves closer to you, his hands holding your face waiting for you to say something.

“Yes, I’m pregnant,” You sniffle with a smile, reaching to wipe your husband's tears. Before you know it, he jumps up, fist bumps the air, and starts screaming.

“Fuck yes!” He shouts to the air as he runs around the house as you burst out laughing, “I’m going to be a dad, oh my fucking god!” He runs back to pick you up from the carpet, smashing his lips on yours, spinning around.

“You’re going to be a mommy, you’re going to be such an amazing mom,” Jungkook says between each kiss he leaves all over your face, making you giggle. You felt stupid for even worrying in the first place how he would react.

“I think it’s going to be a boy,” Jungkook sets you down, “Baby, it’s been two days since I found out,” You say,

“You knew for two days and you didn’t tell me?” He gasps dramatically, “I was thinking about how to tell you,” you reassure him, which he only nods, giving you a big fat kiss.

“Do you think it’s too soon to buy his crib right now?” Jungkook asks enthusiastically.

“Jeon..” you give him a look, “yes it’s too early and don’t call it ‘he,’ we don’t know what it might be,” you say, before getting on your tiptoes, leaving a kiss on his lips, leaving him in the living room making your way to the kitchen.

“You just called him and ‘it,’ that's so much worse!” Jungkook argues, following behind you.

…

“Your handwriting is shit, to say the least,” you say as your husband writes on the small index card. “You have a way to flirt with me, baby, thank you so much, I love you too,” he says as he glares up at you before returning to writing on the card.

“Do you even think they’ll open the cookies?” You pop your hip out, watching your husband. “You know they only come to our house for the cookies, right? They don’t give a fuck about us,” Jungkook bites a laugh as you pout. “Well, now I don’t want to tell them shit,” you joke, staring at the words on the card.

“Do you even think they’ll understand that? They’re a little slow,” Jungkook wraps his hand over your shoulder, messing up your perfectly curled hair. “Um, they'll figure it out, they got a Joonie to help them,” you shrug before stealing a cookie from the packet and running off.

“I’m so hungry,” Lora says, her hand on her stomach as if that would silence the growling happening inside.

“There are cookies on the counter,” you point to the kitchen, which Jungkook smirks at you.

With that, everyone stands up, dashing to the kitchen, acting like they never had a cookie in their life. You truly had no idea how all of you became obsessed with chocolate chip cookies; all of your guys' houses have a bunch of packages lying everywhere to eat. It was common and normal for all of you; for others, it might seem bizarre seeing grown adults fight over cookies.

“I swear cookies taste so much better in Kook's house,” Jimin rants as he watches Hoseok open the bag, stopping in his tracks as he reads the note. Lora and Ari try reaching in for a cookie, completely ignoring the note but getting swatted away by Namjoon.

“Y/n is pregnant!” Namjoon shouts, which sends everyone's mouths hanging open. “You’re fucking joking!” Seokjin gasps as he runs towards you and Jungkook, embracing you in a tight hug.

“Oh my god, they really got down to business,” Taehyung says, getting a swat from Lora who’s glaring at him before pointing her eyes at Jiho beside her. “Am I the only one who doesn’t get the note?” Jimin says as he reads the card, as everyone congratulates and hugs you and Jungkook.

“Eat up, mommy Y/n doesn’t want to be the only one with a belly, love baby!” Jimin reads the card, holding it up in the air after he’s done reading it.

“I told you someone was not going to know what it meant,” Jungkook whispers into your ear, only for you to hear, which makes you chuckle under your breath.

“You’re just mad I had to explain it to you,” you whisper back, which gets you a kiss on your cheek.

[borathae]

Moodbooster

"Your boyfriend always manages to lift your mood, even on your period."

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: slice of Life!AU, established relationship!AU, Fluff

Warnings: OC is on her period rip to her ✊🏻😔, she has cramps but yoongi boongie is there to rescue her, he is the bestest and sweetest and cutest boyfie ever <3

Wordcount: 806

a/n: a drabble by me that is actual drabble length? 😱 yeah i can't believe it either lmaoo. also, i'm still on my period and i miss yoongi so that's why this was born. enjoy besties, i miss him so much 🖤

Yoongi knows that you aren’t feeling well today. He has a sense for it. When you are having a bad day, Yoongi gets a heavy lump in his stomach. Not because of fear that you would snap at him, but because he can sense your unease. And when he senses it, he has to do everything in his power to at least lessen it a little bit. 

You are locked up in one of the windowless sitting rooms because the summer sun can’t enter and therefore heat up the room. 

Yoongi knocks, listening for your very grumbly “come in” before entering. 

You are on the sofa in nothing but shorts, not bothering to cover your naked chest when he enters.

“Are you that hot?” he asks, brushing his eyes over your chest briefly.

You nod your head and groan. 

“I hate having my period in summer. It feels like actual torture.” 

“I hear you, princess”, Yoongi says, hurrying to you to sit next to you. 

“I already feel like I’m boiling on normal period days, but summer period days feel like literal hell. If I could peel off my skin to cool off, I would.” 

“This sucks a lot, my love.”

“Yeah and I sweat like a waterfall. I don’t know if my soaked pants are sweat or my pad leaking. Do you even know how nasty I smell?” 

“No, you don’t. You smell good.”

“Thanks but also urgh. I have a cramp to make it even worse. And I want to eat six tons of sugar, I’m going insane.”

Yoongi hums in acknowledgement and lifts his hand to hover it over your stomach.

“Can I?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

Yoongi places his hand down as flat as possible, giving your cramping stomach warmth this way. He rubs the smallest circles, applying the perfect amount of pressure. 

“Wow, so warm”, you sigh happily, shivering from the touch.

“Does this help?”

“Yes, so much”, you gush, sounding a lot happier than before. You even speak in a softer voice. 

“Then I’ll do that for a while.”

“Yes, thankies. Wow Boongie, you have the perfect hands. They’re like warm water bottles but better.”

He smiles at you. He doesn’t mind when you complain and therefore use a harsher voice, but he has to admit that he prefers your happy voice. You get a sort of soft-spokeness about it and only really use it when he pampers you just right. It makes Yoongi feel really soft and cozy as well because the atmosphere, you and he create in these moments, is always very calming. Maybe that is why he loves pampering you so much. Or maybe he loves it because he loves to see you happy. 

You huff out air.

“Sorry for ranting.”

“Don’t apologise, princess. That’s what I’m here for. That and tummy rubs”, he says, giving your stomach a little rub.

You giggle. Yoongi soaks up the sound until it is burned into his memories. 

“I love your tummy rubs so much”, you say and shift a little, “I think they’re working too well though. I literally just felt it come out of me.”

“Wonderful”, Yoongi says, pulling a face of comradery disgust.

“I think I need to go change.”

“Alright. Do you still have enough? I can pop down to the store if you need more.”

You stop in the doorway, “really?” 

“Of course, princess.”

“And you…could get snacks too?”

“Anything you need.” 

“Even everything sweet ever?”

“Of course.”

You lower your eyes shyly, “then maybe I need more. The strongest ones and the ones for sleep. The really thick ones.”

Yoongi gets up, closing the distance to you.

“Understood”, he pecks your cheek, rubbing your tummy one last time, “text me if you think of anything else.”

“I will. Thank you so much, Boongie.”

“Anytime, love.”

Yoongi manages to go as far as one step out of the room before you pull him back by his hand. He turns with a fond and curious look in his pretty eyes.

“Yes, princess?”

You lean in for a kiss to his lips, eliciting a purr from him. He smiles, rubbing your lower back.

“That was nice”, he whispers.

“It’s a kiss full of love.”

“Mhm.” He pecks you. “I love you too, my princess.”

You step back, “okay, you can leave now. Sorry for keeping you.”

“Don’t apologise. You can always keep me if that’s how you do it”, he flirts, giving you a playful little grin before he turns to really leave.  

And while Yoongi leaves to fulfill your wishes, you waddle to the toilet to change. Seriously, if you didn’t have such an amazing boyfriend by your side, this period would suck. With him, it only sucks when he isn’t here. Once he is back from the store, you will give him the biggest smooch ever.

[mariasont]

hi !!!!! i love your hotch x oc x reid fic so much, literally got to work late because you updated and i just HAD to read it when the notif came in !

can i request a kinda fluff-y turning to smut fic about maybe reader's small hands compared to spencer's large hands (his hands are so INTOXICATING).

maybe the fluff part can be kinda cute with their first time holding hands starting from that "oh lets compare hand sizes" and then intertwining fingers?? one of the best spencer fic tropes/hcs is when he's usually not enthusiastic abt touching but when its You he loves it and hes been so touched starved DHSKDHHD // and then the smut can kinda be like how reader's hands make his dick look huge (or smth! im sorry this is my first time requesting a fic!!)

i hope im not coming out as being too demanding !! you can have all the freedom w this !!!! sorry sorry for the long request 🙈🙈🙈

love your work !!! 😙

HANDS, HANDS, and HANDS-------------

A/N: AHHHH your mind!!!!! I LOVE IT <3

we need a whole episode just dedicated to his hands fr!

thank you so much for requesting and the kind words, I hope I did it justice <3 xoxo

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pairings: spencer reid x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ minors dni, hand kink, praise, size kink, m receiving oral, take a shot every time someone says sorry

wc: 1.9k

Your infatuation with Dr. Spencer Reid was an open book to everyone--damn profilers--well, everyone except the man of the hour, Dr. Reid himself. It was hard to say when it all started. Subtle changes crept in--the extra care you took in choosing your outfits to work; the way words suddenly became hurdles in conversations with him; the sensation of your heart nearly leaping out of your chest anytime he was in the vicinity. 

Despite your skills as a profiler, deciphering Dr. Reid was like trying to read braille through gloves. So, you pushed those feelings down, crushing them beneath a metaphorical heel to maintain professionalism. It wasn't exactly a successful strategy, but that wasn't the point. You reassured yourself that even if romance wasn't in the cards, friendship was the next best thing. And what a friend he was--remarkable in every way, which is why you found yourself here, in his apartment, dissecting case files together. It was a friendly gesture, surely, to escape the office when it becomes a little too suffocating. 

You felt your pulse race as he brought his fingers to his lips, preparing to sift through the stack of papers. A dryness clutched at your throat, fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of your skirt, while you're sure your eyes betrayed a cartoonish adoration, practically orbiting with hearts. Forgotten was your own paperwork that now served as a makeshift blanket for your thighs, as he spoke. Your arm claimed the territory along the back of the couch, with your own hand gently propping up your check, a picture of relaxed attentiveness.

In the midst of his lecture about the golden ratio and its prevalence in nature, Spencer suddenly grabs a nearby book, flips to a diagram of a human hand, and says, "Did you realize that our hands are a prime example of this phenomenon? Give me your hand."

Your eyebrows knit together, your head angling subtly towards the boy genius. "Sorry, what?"

Without a word, Spencer lays your hand upon the diagram's expanse. Amidst the book, your hand seems smaller, delicate, a stark contrast the bold lines drawn on paper. 

He looks at you with a soft smile. "See, the size of one's hand doesn't really correlate with the golden ratio--it's more about the proportions within the hand itself. For instance, the length of your fingers compared to your palm, or the distance between the tip of your thumb and the tip of your pinky stretched out."

His hand leads yours across the pages, but you're barely registering the words. Instead, you're acutely aware of the warmth of his touch, causing your thighs to clench on their own accord, your mind tumbling over itself.

"Your hands are actually significantly smaller than the average," he comments, almost to himself. The statement is harmless, yet he finds his imagination wandering. He quickly refocuses, saying, "The range of hand sizes is quite broad, which is interesting biologically. Here--"

He extends his hand, palm open, beside yours--a natural extension of your conversation, yet he shifts slightly against the couch. Spencer was taken aback by his own actions. Physical touch was something he generally recoiled from, but here he was, seeking yours out. He realized this had become a habit, finding reasons to be near you, to feel your touch. Anytime there was something to be handed to you at work, he was quick to volunteer, all for the fleeting possibility of a brush of fingers.

He watched, captivated, as you aligned your palm with his, matching up the bottom of your palms. His attention was drawn to the stark difference between your hands; his, significantly larger, seemed to engulf yours entirely. He found the sight unexpectedly compelling. The disparity in size stirred his curiosity, leading him to wonder how your hand would look clasped around his cock.

His thumb grazed the back of your hand in a subconscious motion as he pondered out loud. "Did you know," he began, his voice sinking an octave, "that the ratio of the lengths of our second to fourth fingers is believed to correlate with various hormones, affecting the way we interact with others."

You found yourself holding your breath as you mapped the shape of your hands together, a subtle dampness beginning to form between your legs. This is what got you worked up? Clearly, you mused, getting laid was overdue. 

As if guided by a force beyond your control, your fingers gradually intertwined, each finger fingers its perfect counterpart. Recoiling as if from a burn, you realized the intimacy of the gesture, a rush of apologies escaping your lips. "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to-"

A blush crept up Spencer's neck as he hastened to interject. "No, no, it's completely fine, really."

The moment passed, and you both redirected your focus to the paperwork. Yet, the routine task did little to dispel the residual thoughts of his touch. The size difference, the feeling of his larger hand wrapping around yours, and how ideally his fingers would look pumping inside of you or wrapping around your throat. It all kept playing on your mind, a silent movie that you can't stop watching.

Spencer too, seems lost in thought, his gaze drifting from the files to your hands--manicured and delicate. He watches, seemingly without awareness, as those same hands idly toy with the hem of your skirt, or the way they spin your earring when deep in thought. To him, these minor actions have suddenly become fascinating.

Spencer's voice cuts through the stillness as he resumes his concentration on the work before him. "How do you interpret this?" he probes, touching a finger to a page of the file perched on his lap.

You lean in, curiosity leading you to reach for the file. Your actions freeze momentarily as your knuckles brush against his crouch. You pause, blinking deliberately, as you second-guess what you felt. He was hard as a rock.

You could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks, eyes growing wide with surprise. "Oh, um, sorry," you muttered. 

In a rapid movement, Spencer combed his fingers through his hair, causing the curls to obstruct his view. He snatched a pillow and tossed it in his lap, tilting his head back against the couch with a look of embarrassment. "No, I'm sorry, I, uh--"

Anticipating a scholarly lecture on the male hormones, you quickly interject. "Do you want help?"

Spencer's eyes grew wide as he regarded your face. Your lashes fluttered with a slow blink, your demeanor completely serious. His traced the flush of your cheeks, the gentle parting of your lips, the accelerated rise and fall of your chest. His head tilted slightly, expecting the punchline to follow.

He let out a puff of air. "Do I want what?"

He noted your head tilting to the side, mirroring his own actions. Your hand reached forward, poised to replace the pillow on his lap. Your pinky dragged across the material of his jeans, moving with excruciating slowness. 

"That seems painful," you comment quickly, before your sudden courage fades. "Let can help."

You moved swiftly to his belt, and you could hear his breath hitch in short bursts. He murmured your name, his hand threading through your hair to grasp gently at the nape of your neck.

You shot him an innocent smile as you edged his pants down, just enough to access his boxers. Your smile made him believe he could come on the spot--the way you looked so eager, like you had been waiting for this. He let out a shaky breath as you released his length from his boxers.

You were engulfed in a dizzying feeling, your eyes widened to saucers as you seized his massive cock. "Holy shit, Spencer, you're huge."

You were barely aware of the words tumbling from your lips as you gawked. The impact on him was immediate, the intensity of your graze was maddening. Your small hands encircled his base, accentuating his size. His grasp on your neck grew firmer as he coaxed your head down. 

"Don't play," came his growl, so out of character. Warmth bloomed in your face, excitement bubbling in your chest as your thighs clasped together.

You flashed him a gentle, unassuming smile as you hastily took him in your mouth. You felt like a new person, an unprecedented need flowing through you.

Spencer let out a sharp hiss as your lips met his cock, taking him as far as you could. He mentally thanked whatever gods existed, unsure of what he had done to deserve this. His hands deftly collected your hair in his grasp, aiding you in guiding him even deeper. His breaths hastened as he praised, "Good god, baby."

His words only egged you on, your movements turning sloppy as you bobbed up and down, working every inch of his cock. You never knew sucking a man off could be so enjoyable. You wanted to savor the moment, to savor him. You encircled the based with your other hand, granting yourself reach to what had been inaccessible to your mouth as you started to synchronize your movements.

"Look at you," Spencer muttered hoarsely, his gaze flickering to your hands. Those damn hands, they looked so perfect around him, even better than he imagined. "You look like you were made for this."

You moaned around him in response, the slickness between your legs starting to drop down your thighs upon his praise. This elicited a hiss from him, tightening his grip in your hair as he drew you away from his throbbing cock, spit trailing from your mouth as you separated. 

"Wha-?" Your question hung in the air, marked by the crease of your confusion on your forehead. 

He didn't let you finish, simply stating. "On your knees."

Without hesitation, you followed his direction, your hands clasped in anticipation as you moved from the couch to the floor, your balance settling back into your heels as he towered over you. "Open."

You complied with his command, easing your jaw as he guided himself onto your tongue. A soft moan escaped you, enveloping his cock. He coaxed his length into your mouth, your hands steadying on his thighs as he all but used your face.

Spencer's hands cradled your face, fully encompassing your cheeks as he thrusted into your mouth. His pulse thundered at a pace he hadn't thought possible, and fuck, he wouldn't mind if this was how death welcomed him. There you were, on your knees, so compliant around his cock. His breaths grew rapid as your nails trailed up his thighs. 

"You're so good," he muttered, eyes casting down upon you, your glazed expression, the drool peeking out from the corners of your lips. "So good. 'M so close."

He moves to withdraw from your mouth, but your hands find their way to the back of his thighs, holding him in place, denying his escape. He exhales a deep, unrestrained moan, thrusting into your mouth once more, shallowing moving as the warm liquid fills your mouth. 

He gazes, spellbound, as you swallow his come completely, your head lolling back in total bliss. In that instant, he realizes his willingness to do anything to keep you close, to see you like this--spent, disheveled, and content.

Breaking the silence, you ask, "Did that help?" His laughter, soft and subdued, fills the air as he reaches out, cupping your cheeks once more. He descends to meet you, his kiss messy and desperate, finding the taste of himself lingering on your lips as his hands untangle your knotted hair. 

"You're amazing," he exhaled, their lips parting. "Now, let me return the favor."

[mopopshop]

OR paige babysits rya while at practice because alara has too much work and caleb is being an ass! 🤗

To The Rescue (Paige Bueckers x OC)

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Caleb: Can’t take Rya today.

Alara: Srsly? This is the 4th time you’ve backed out on taking Rya. 

Caleb: Got shit to do. 

Alara: Does that mean work?

Caleb: It means you don’t need to worry about it

Caleb: I’ll pay for a sitter or smth but I can’t take her 

Alara: Gee thx, fuck off.

---

You slam your phone down in frustration, pissed off that Caleb’s putting you in a shitty position once again. Still annoyed, you call Paige to see if she can help out.

"Hey, babe," you say, trying to keep the stress out of your voice. "Caleb's being an ass again and I’m swamped with work. Instead of dropping her off at his is there any chance you can watch Rya for me?"

"Yeah baby, no worries" Paige responds without hesitation. "I have practice in 20, but she can come with me. She loves being at the gym anyway."

"Thank you," you sigh, relief washing over you. "Seriously, you don’t need to do this"

"No baby I want to, it’s fine" Paige assures you. "Plus the team loves her, it’ll be great” 

---

After the call, Paige gets Rya dressed and takes her to the gym. The team is used to seeing Rya around, and they all greet her warmly as she enters, holding Paige's hand. 

"Hey, Rya!" Jana calls out "Ready to be our cheerleader today?"

Rya giggles and nods enthusiastically. "Mhm!"

Paige sets Rya up with some coloring books and snacks on the bleachers. "You stay here, okay? If you need anything, just wave, and I'll come over."

"Okay, Paigey," Rya says, already engrossed in her coloring.

Practice begins, and Paige focuses on the drills and plays. She glances over at Rya every few minutes, making sure she's okay. Rya waves at her occasionally, and Paige waves back, smiling.

During a break, Paige jogs over to Rya, who excitedly shows her a picture she colored. "Look, Paigey! I drew you!"

Paige looks at the colorful drawing and grins. "That’s so good, Ry! Imma keep this forever."

Rya beams with pride, and Paige ruffles her hair. "Alright, babes, I gotta get back to practice. But you're doing great over here."

As practice continues, Rya's presence seems to energize the team. Her laughter and enthusiasm are infectious, and even Geno can't help but smile when he sees her cheering them on.

After practice, Paige scoops up Rya and spins her around, both of them laughing. "Did you have fun today?"

"Mhm! Got to color lots and be with you" Rya says, hugging her tightly.

Paige kisses her cheek. "And I love having you here. But let's get home, okay? Mommy’s probably waiting”

---

When Paige brings Rya home, you’re finally finished with your work and eagerly waiting for them. Rya runs to you, chattering about her day at the gym.

"Mommy! I watched Paigey play, and I drew pictures, and it was so much fun!"

"That sounds amazing, baby," you say, lifting her into your arms. You turn to Paige, gratitude shining in your eyes “Thank you so much, P.”

Paige smiles, leaning in to kiss you. "Anytime, baby. We had a great time, even Geno was asking to bring her back” she laughs.

You pull Paige into a hug, feeling incredibly lucky to have her in your life. "I don’t know what I’d do without you."

Paige kisses the top of your head. "You'll never have to find out."

———

[magnolia-among-the-stars]

the last bit of us (chapter one)

Plot: Tyler Owens hasn’t been home in a year. He’s survived all the storm chasing and motel living with his new partners as they try to save lives. But with all the damage they’ve taken from driving high beams first into monster storms, it’s time to pay the piper and bring the truck in for repairs. And the only person who can fix them is the best mechanical engineer he’s ever met. Eleanor Harding, his estranged wife.

Pairing: Tyler Owens x Estranged Wife OC (Harding Daughter)

Word Count: 2441

Playlist Song: Snap by Rosa Linn

A/N: This is a hefty intro to Eleanor but really wanted to establish her before we get angsty!

prologue / one / two / three

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The sky was still dark when my alarm clock went off. My hand slides along the mattress, slapping the snooze button. It can’t be time already. There’s no way. I snuggle deeper into the mattress and peel one eye open to squint at the cracked window. The big moon is lower in the horizon but the sun hasn’t made its known yet. 

My phone starts to go off, across the room atop my bureau. “Fuck.” 

I try to get the kink out of my neck when I get up. The wooden floorboards of the farmhouse creak as I shuffle past the bureau into the bathroom and shut off the alarm. The bulbs above the mirror are too bright and I have to shut my eyes for a minute to adjust. I wash my face, toss my hair into a quick braid and pull up the weather app on my phone before heading downstairs. 

The coffeemaker in the kitchen is ancient but after a few taps and fiddling with the cord of the plug, it starts to gurgle. It’s a satisfying sound. While it brews, I check the living room through the archway for Carter. He’s still curled up under a small crocheted blanket on her couch where I left him last night. He’s too tall and most of his calves dangle over the arm of the couch. 

“Carter, time to get up,” I call and pull my thermostat off the drying rack to fill with fresh coffee. He doesn’t move. I sigh and look down at my watch. The long spider web of cracks in the glass doesn’t distract from the face. It’s 3:19 AM. We gotta get on the road. The wind chimes are loud out on the porch. The rain should be starting soon. 

“Carter,” I say again. I walk through the archway and grab the closest thing I can find and chuck the pillow at his face. 

Carter startles immediately, shouting “I’m up,” in the process. He grabs for his glasses, dropped onto the coffee table. 

“No you weren’t,” I say, stepping back into the kitchen to fill his thermostat. “We gotta go, the storm should be rolling in any time now and Birdie will murder us if we’re late.” When I turn to look at him, he’s sliding his rain boots back on. 

“I’m so sorry, I forgot. I thought you were Birdie’s boss,” he says, hand on his chest to fey surprise. 

“It’s too early for your sarcasm. C’mon.” The entryway into the house is cluttered with a few pairs of boots and sneakers, my raincoat and denim jacket along with a variety of hats hanging from the hooks. I stare at the wooden loveseat under the coat hooks while sliding on my boots. I can only see the bottom half of the painted heart on the backing. 

“El, anytime you want to get moving,” Carter says, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. 

I blink a little, standing up and grabbing my own backpack. “Fuck you.” 

The farmhouse sits out in the middle of an open field in Guthrie, Oklahoma. The barn doors shudder a little from the wind and I can see my dad’s red beat up Dodge Ram on the lawn. I smile a little, pushing the screen door open. It squeals as I unlock the door to my truck and slide in. The engine stutters a little when it comes to life and we whip out onto the road. 

“Did you sleep at all last night?” he asks me, taking a sip of his coffee. A bump in the road causes the truck to jump and a little splatters on him. “Ah jeez.” He tries to wipe at it and I can’t help but chuckle. 

“Not really,” I shake my head. I reach for the radio, turning the dial so I can hear the morning station. There’s a new Luke Combs song playing and I tap my fingers a little to the beat. “Too much on the brain with this project.” 

“I don’t know if you’re aware El but you always have too much on the brain,” he says.

“Well someone has to do work on this team,” I joke, smirking at him. 

It’s not a lie. Ever since Charlie and I had gotten our first big contract with FEMA, I had been in nonstop work mode. Throwing myself into each project a little deeper than the last. It was probably worrisome how much time I spent at the warehouse, elbow deep in some new tech but I couldn’t help myself. It was a safe and mindless space, fixing and tinkering. 

We drive down the long stretch of dirt through the fields and I peer up at the sky again. There’s a loud ringing in the cab of the truck and I glance over at Carter, peering down at his phone. “It’s Birdie,” he says. “She says we’re late.” 

I grin a little, shaking my head as the warehouse comes into view. The freshly painted sign on the building reads TempestEdge Innovations. I push the button on the callbox and the military grade barrier raises to allow me to drive through. I swing around the side of the building to the open garage door. It’s just about 3:46 AM. 

I slide out of the truck as the door to the garage closes behind me. “You’re late,” Birdie’s voice echoes across the warehouse. 

“Birdie, give me a break, I had to make four repairs last night before we left,” I say, walking toward the tall blonde woman. Her hair is pulled snug up into a ballerina bun, a clipboard held to the fleece of her vest. “Not all of us go for a run a 2 AM to start our day.” 

She scoffs and shoves me playfully. “Maybe you should give it a try.” 

We grin, making our way deeper into the warehouse where all of our desks are crowded together with a few computers. Tables of spare parts, design blueprints and drawings and our small kitchen are scattered throughout the space. Beyond that, my engineering floor houses large models and mock ups that sit large and wide. 

I drop my bag at my desk and smile at the photo frame on the corner. It’s from graduation at OSU. We’re all making funny faces at the camera, hugging each other tightly. I tap on my keyboard to wake the screen, noticing my phone buzzing in my pocket. I ignore it and look up, “How’s everyone doing this morning?” I ask.

“Morning E,” Palmer, our Meteorologist says when she looks up over her computer screen. She gnaws on her lip, auburn brows raised. “I don’t think this classifies as morning quite yet.” 

“I mean, dawn, maybe?” Sean says, walking up from behind me with a coffee mug in hand. It’s white with rope lettering that spells out This ain’t my first rodeo! Sean walks over to Birdie who is looking over her clipboard, comparing it to the large chalkboard we wheeled over to her corner of the office. She’s talking to herself as he kisses her head on the way to his desk. 

“Dawn is defined by a sun rising in the sky,” Carter remarks, tapping away on his computer. “Definitely not dawn yet.” 

We’re interrupted by Charlie, stepping into the office space with her phone pressed to her ear. “Alright, yes. I can definitely get out there next week. Thank you so much, have a wonderful day,” Charlie says. She smiles at everyone. “Alright team, let’s get this test going.” 

Everyone slides up from their desk chairs, grabs their tablets and walkies and heads to the back of the warehouse. We slide on our swanky mesh neon vests, easily identifiable out in the storm. Sean slides the back door open and we step out onto the ramp. The rain has started and it’s coming down sideways, like a thick curtain across the landscape. A few hundred feet from the warehouse, a row of buildings line up on either side. 

“Alright, we all remember safety procedures?” Birdie asks, looking over her clipboard. There’s a chorus of noise and Birdie grumbles. “C’mon people, we’re all about to bunker separately for the tornado. Do we all remember safety procedures?” 

“Birdie, we’ve done these bunkering tests a few times now, c’mon,” I say. 

With our current contact, we started trying to build new infrastructures on different buildings to withstand a tornado in the hopes to help families and businesses not fall into a pit of financial burden from having to rebuild. It was the biggest project yet and took us nearly six months just to build the fake town with different materials and different methods. The only way to collect data around the structural integrity of the buildings was to bunker into each of the different variations.

Palmer had tracked cells moving toward the area and we were certain an EF2 was heading straight for us. Which was a perfect opportunity to split up again and see how well the buildings held up. It would be our third test trial. It’s not the smartest move but growing up with two crazy famous storm chasers? Kind of breeds crazy. 

The winds start to pick up and I look up at the debris and dust kicking up in the air. “Alright guys, let’s head out,” I say, turning on my radio. We take off in different directions, saying goodbyes and waving each other off through the harsh winds. While Charlie stays safe inside the warehouse, Birdie takes to the gas station, Sean the grocery store. Palmer heads to the farm house tucked behind everything and Carter yells “Stay safe” as he turns into the doctor’s office. I head the furthest down the road to the bar & grille. 

I look up the doors behind me, moving to the safety corner where all the monitors are. I slide into my space and settle in, logging into our tracking system on the tablet to type in my notes. I can barely hear the wind outside and pull my walkie talkie from my waist. “Alright, I am settled and am clear. See you guys on the other side.” 

I wait, anxiously tapping my foot as I watch the footage off the street for the incoming destruction. But ten minutes passed with no noise whatsoever. I glance up and toward the door, confused. I tap the storm tracker, noticing the pattern of movement for the storm diminishing. I click the button of the walkie with my thumb. “P, am I reading right that the storm choked itself out? Over,” I say, watching the monitor again. 

“The winds are dying down, I think it missed us,” Palmer calls back.

“Let’s hold for another five minutes to be cautious,” Birdie’s voice crackles. But five minutes pass with no movement. Birdie calls that we’re clear and I head out of the building. The sun is starting to rise, illuminating the fields with a golden glow as if there hadn’t been 40 to 60 mile an hour winds and rain only a little while ago. 

“We woke up at the ass crack of dawn for this?” Carter groans. 

“Not dawn,” Palmer corrects, walking in step with us back to the warehouse. Birdie wraps her arm around Sean’s waist as they step ahead of us. 

“The conditions seemed perfect,” Birdie says, shrugging. “All we can really hope for.” 

The door slides open to the warehouse to reveal Charlie. She’s got this fixed look on her face as if she just stepped in dog shit. “We’ll get the next one Charlie, no need to fuss. They know that we can’t control the conditions of the storms,” I point to the sky and pat her on the shoulder. 

“That’s not what soured my mood,” she says. She crosses her arms over her chest and huffs. 

My eyebrows knit together in confusion as the team steps passed us, back to our desks. “What is it?”

“Someone’s out at the gate,” she says, nodding to the opposite end of the warehouse. “Someone’s here? No one comes here.”

“Oh, if only,” Charlie says. She turns on her heel, heading to the door on the other side of the building. I rack my brain for people who know the warehouse. We had some rich investors who would stop by trying to buy us out, our clients and FEMA reps that would come our way to see new tech and some family but, Mom and Dad would’ve called me before showing up. Curiosity kills the team and I hear their chairs scrap against the floor. Loud footsteps follow us as Charlie shoves the door open with a knowing look.

I step around her and peer out at the gated entrance to see a suped up red Dodge rumbling idle. The engine turns off after a moment and the driver side door swings open. I see his cowboy boots before I see him. He’s wearing a stupid flannel and his stupid backwards baseball cap. Tyler. He takes off his sunglasses, expression is hard to read. He’s not showing his normally beaming pearl whites that I caught a few times while passing Carter’s viewing of their YouTube videos. His face is stiff, uncomfortable as he rests his hands on his hips. What takes me by surprise is the young woman who steps out of the passenger side. 

I don’t notice my feet are moving until I realize how far away Birdie’s “Son of a bitch” is. I don’t even realize how fast I’m moving or how close Tyler is. “What the hell are you doing here?” I ask when I’m close enough that I could throw a rock if I wanted to. And I wanted to. 

He looks down, trying to collect his thoughts. I can see the gears turning in his brain, trying to figure out what to say to me. He rubs at his jaw, nearly smiling and leaning up against the door of the truck. His eyes sparkled a little. “Hi El.” Bold to go with charm. 

“That’s all you have to say? Hi El?” I cross my arms across my chest, staring him down. He’s insane.

Tyler purses his lips, gaze softening as he takes me in. He turns to look at the woman, now having moved in front of the hood of the car. “Kate,” his drawl is still thick with an enthusiasm that can’t be rivaled. “Meet Eleanor. Eleanor Owens.” 

“I prefer to go by Harding these days,” I retort. 

“Owens…you mean–,” the woman – Kate – stutters a little. 

“Wife,” I state, turning to look at her. “He means wife.”

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𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 | 𝐭. 𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐤. 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢

synopsis: Takuma looks up to his mentor Kento more than anything, after all, he is his hero who just happens to be married to be his biggest crush as well, after one night and a spilled secret later Takuma finds himself invited into your shared bed.

wc: 4.1k

tags: 18+ ONLY content + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI + modern au + not beta read + reader has pubic hair + wife sharing + virginty loss (takuma loses it) + takuma calls you ma'am once + oc! character

an: I actually have had this sitting in my drafts for a year and to be honest I am not a big fan of the ending but that's all I could muster 😭 feedback such as comments and reblogs are highly appreciated, those kind words mean a lot and encourage me to do more writing ♡ - kinktober '24

"I'm a twenty-one-year-old virgin." Takuma offered his deep secret to Kento Nanami, who never even asked on the only night they had free for something like this, the confession could ruin the entire mood but he felt like he had to share from all the booze swimming in his veins and the conversation he’s been hearing the students conversations giving him plenty to thinking of. 

Kento looked up from his phone as he sat across from Takuma, pausing his text to you as the bar sounds carried on around the two men seated in a booth his face smooth as he leaned back into the cracked leather. 

His eyebrows furrowed as he watched his young mentee take a swig of the whiskey neat he ordered after Kento did the same, his cheeks flushed a pink knowing he messed up and went too far sharing something so personal and profound to his boss and mentor. 

Takuma spluttered when he felt the booze burn his throat when he took a bigger sip to diffuse the tension. "Don't let anyone make you feel bad for that, it’s none of no one’s business anyway," Kento replied in a murmur as his eyes shifted to his phone screen to see your slew of dirty texts. 

He leaned in, his gaze landing on Kento's phone seeing the word cock which only made him blush deeper and clear his throat watching the man in front of him pull his phone back from prying eyes. 

It was left at that as they talked about the next lesson plans. 

Kento landed a job at the university as a professor a year ago at the very same one he graduated from. During his first year working there, he met Takuma, who immediately showed promise and attached himself to Kento.

The younger man would start hanging out with him a lot after school, helping with grading papers and such, which is when he met you when Kento would invite him over for dinner and you’d greet them both with a warm smile. 

That's when Takuma knew he was in trouble. 

You were older than him, only by six years like Kento, and oh so sweet, anytime you'd see him you made a fuss asking how he was doing, cooing and making sure he was eating enough and getting plenty of rest. 

He wondered if you tasted sweet too. 

"Tuesday, pop quizzes must be handed out once everyone gets seated. They seem out of touch with it so we need to assess everyone." Kento murmured freeing the younger man from his thoughts as he finished his whiskey with a puckered-up face. 

Takuma nodded in response and paid the tab despite Kento telling him not to but he wanted to do something nice for his mentor. 

When the cab pulled up to the front of yours and Kento's house he pressed his face against the glass, partly for the coolness of it and the rest was to see if you would step out onto the porch in a robe. 

He knew it was wrong to lust after you like this. 

But he couldn't help himself, he was human after all, and all his dirty thoughts stayed safe in his head where he could indulge in them later when he was alone in bed or in the shower. 

Kento bid his mentee a good evening before climbing out the back to greet you with a hug and a deep kiss that spoke volumes of the love shared between you both. Takuma's cheeks burned when he saw you glance at him with a wave as the car pulled away from the curb. 

“How did it go?” You hummed and helped your husband shed his jacket while inhaling his clean scent, a mix of fresh laundry and sea salt, a perfect mixture.

Hand in hand you and Kento made it into the living room and on the couch where you sat perched on his lap like a pretty ornamental. Your fingers wove through golden locks as you cupped his cheek. “What’s the matter, baby?” 

A wave of fierce protectiveness washed over him as you kissed the lining of his jaw, the stubble that grew there tickled your lips. “Takuma wants to have sex with you, he admitted to me he’s a virgin,” Kento mumbled, an undertone of irritation colored his words as he nuzzled his nose into your neck. 

“Did he explicitly say “I want to sleep with your very hot wife?” While confessing to be a virgin? Or did you just assume it?” You asked with a soft giggle nuzzling into your husband feeling warmth travel up to your cheeks. 

His fingers found purchase on your hip and squeezed it while his teeth grazed your pulse point. “He did tell me he was a virgin but he didn’t have to say he wants to sleep with you, his eyes do that themselves.” He murmured, his voice taking on a husky edge as he peered up at you. 

You traced his lips with your thumb and kissed him gently. “I think he looks up to you so much that he wants to be you in a way.” 

Kento had no choice but to agree because he knew the younger man did look up to him, he just wasn’t sure how he felt about Takuma looking at you but he was well aware of the crush you had on his mentee as well. 

On Tuesday morning Takuma showed up bright and early to the classroom before Kento usually did to prepare the students for the pop quiz. However, his mind was filled with thoughts of you and how soft your skin would feel after a shower, that cherry perfume you always wore like a forbidden fruit he wanted to sink his teeth in. 

He slid the key into the lock hearing a gasp followed by a hushed moan and your name. Takuma stood there for a moment before knocking, hearing the rustle of clothes and your suppressed giggles at being caught followed by several painful seconds of silence as you and Kento fixed yourselves. 

"Come in, Takuma," Kento called out as he glanced at you while fixing his tie. 

A few seconds before him walking inside you were on your knees with Kento's dick down your throat, with what was supposed to be a quick check-in after he forgot his breakfast, turned into a sloppy facefuck. 

"I'll let you two get back to it. Are you coming over tonight for dinner, Takuma?" You asked, turning your full attention to him with a honey-sweet smile making him wonder if your mouth tasted like it too. 

He looked over at Kento who awaited his answer. 

"Yes, ma'am, I'd love that. Do I need to bring anything?" Takuma asked, excitement coloring his voice hoping he didn't come off like a dog eager to greet his owner at the door when they finally came home. 

You couldn't help but giggle again, the sound airy and light as you patted his shoulder before kissing Kento's cheek. "Just yourself, see you around six." You called out before slipping out of the room with a wink. 

Kento knew the feelings his mentee harbored for you, it was clear as day whenever the young man looked at you hanging onto each word like you were the world's most famous poet. 

"Wipe away your drool and let's get to work," Kento told him in a stern tone before turning away to file through the stack of papers hearing Takuma's breath hitch at getting caught, his cheeks burned a bright pink. 

"Mr. Nanami! I am so sorry!" Takuma bowed as he tried to muster up more words to convey his apology.

Everything was forgotten once students filled the classroom, turning off their lives outside of the room Kento and Takuma spent the next hour watching people's pencils scratch over the paper in a hurry to finish it all before turning it in and a prayer to whoever that they would pass to get to the next semester. 

Time ticked by slowly and both men were eager to see you, both for their own reasons. Takuma counted each minute that passed by and it only frustrated him. “Mr. Nanami!” Kiko, a student who has had her share fair of rumors spread around campus came up to them making Takuma pay closer attention. 

Everyone who was involved in the rumor mill had said that she chose to pass classes with blowjobs and sex that would supposedly make a Playboy Bunny blush and close her eyes. Class only had a few minutes left and she intended to spend it talking to her professor. “How may I help?” 

So polite Takuma thought as he sat at his desk adjacent to Kento’s. 

Kiko batted her eyelashes, a subtle hint of flirtation that Takuma picked up watching the way you interact with Kento. “I was wondering if I could stay after class tomorrow, I need help with the upcoming assignment and could use an extra study sesh with you.” She replied with a sultry smile. 

Kento, aware of her nature held her gaze with a firm look that didn’t play into her antics. “You’re passing the class, I think you’re smart enough not to need a study session, and if you do Takuma would do it, I like to be home at a certain time to spend my evening with my wife.” He replied cooly. 

The bell rang shattering Kiko’s dreams of riding her professor as her eyes shifted over to Takuma who felt a rush of disappointment, something he’d never usually feel at helping someone but as of late his time was filled with thoughts of you. 

Close to six and the campus was deserted by now, a few students who stayed to study were tucked away in the library by the time Kento and Takuma pushed the double doors open, the brisk October wind biting at their cheeks. “Ready for dinner?” Kento asked looking at Takuma who smiled and nodded as he followed the older man to his car thankful for the ride. 

On the way to your shared home, the soft hum of the engine filled the car as Kento smoothly glided down the street. Takuma felt a pang of nerves hit him for some reason and maybe agreeing to come to the dinner was a mistake, lusting after a married woman is a mistake, especially you being Kento’s. 

But that still didn’t stop him from exiting the car and following after him, who didn’t even have to open the door before you busted out to greet him, wrapping your arms around his neck and smothering his face in sweet honey kisses that made Takuma blush. Then your eyes were trained on him. 

“Takuma, hi, I’m glad you could join us for dinner. Are you both hungry?” You asked swallowing him in a hug, your breasts pressed against his chest and he could only hope that his raging dick didn’t pop a tent that would be impossible to hide as he nodded and cleared his throat with a smile. 

Tonight you dressed in a dark slip that was made of silk and accented your curves, and those tits Takuma has thought of, and maybe if you bent down he’d see your pussy straining against your panties and he wondered if those were silk as well. “I made everything from scratch because you both work hard and need something to fill you up.” You told them and led them into the kitchen. 

Kento followed you first, his hand on the small of your back as Takuma trailed behind, his eyes glued to your ass. His raging hormones would not allow him to think of anything but the heady smell of you, his brain flaring with images of having you spread out to eat for dessert, he’d make sure to kiss every inch. 

The three of you sat at the small table with you in the middle, one leg slung over the other, your toes curling into Takuma’s pants making his head spin, he was sure that he was feeling things, he wanted you that bad that he was just dreaming this until Kento slid his hand up your back to your neck giving it a soft squeeze and nod. 

You leaned forward and kissed him, your mouths fit perfectly together. 

Clank. 

Takuma’s fork dropped to the plate once your tongue parted his lips. 

You pulled away and turned your attention to him with a soft smile. 

“Have you ever been kissed before, honey?” You asked in the sweetest voice and he felt his blood boil making his entire body flush with heat. He nodded his head and thought briefly back to the few pecks he had dropping women off at their place at dinner but they never invited him inside. 

His eyes stayed focused on yours drowning himself in the color until your lips were pressed against his, he closed his eyes and reached under the table to place a hand on your knee. All of his fantasies didn’t compare to the real thing of your warm and wet tongue that tangled with his, engaging him in a sloppy makeout while letting you nibble on his bottom lip making him whimper. 

When you pulled away you looked at him and cupped his cheek before running your fingers through his hair. “You’re so sweet. Why don’t we take this to the bedroom?” You suggested standing up and holding both men’s hands. 

Takuma finally looked at Kento who watched you, watching you kiss another man should strike anger in him but instead, it was something he enjoyed, perhaps it was only with Takuma because with anyone else he’d have shut it down before you even kissed them. 

The three of you made it to your bedroom, muted in soft colors. It was comfortable as was your bed that Takuma sunk on watching as you turned to place a hand on Kento’s chest and guided him to sit in your vanity chair. Last night you both talked this through and came up with a safe word. 

You sat next to Takuma placing your hand on his thigh as you looked at him. “If you ever want to stop just say class over, and it will end. Ok?” You murmured. He nodded his head making you giggle which was music to him. 

“I need a verbal yes or no.” 

“Yes, but I don’t want it to end.” He whispered placing his hand on your upper thigh pushing the slip higher until your red silk panties were on display for his greedy eyes, Takuma sucked in a breath and felt his cock throb and leak. 

Kento leaned forward resting both of his elbows on his knees. “Do you know how to please a woman, Takuma?” He questioned and stood up making his way over to the bed where he helped you prop yourself up on the pillows. 

Takuma and Kento watched you spread your legs, the slip you wore now pooled around your hips. “I never have.” Came the younger man's breathy reply, his mouth began to water at the sight of you. Kento chuckled watching you with a sultry grin. 

“You’re going to kill him I’m afraid my dear and I still need him in class.”

You laughed and gestured for Takuma to come closer. “Kiss and caress her, make her wet for you, make sure she’s turned on. Always please her first..” Kento instructed watching as his mentee crawled on the bed between your legs to slot his mouth against yours, tangling tongues together once more. 

With his cock pressed against the heat of your pussy Takuma groaned into your mouth as he fisted the sheets while you ran your hands up and down his back until you were tugging on his shirt letting it fall to the floor, your eyes traveled up and down his body as he kneeled between your thighs. 

His abdominal muscles rippled when your fingertips ran up and down, skimming the edge of his pants and boxers. “Do you want me to use a condom? I don’t have any—I didn’t think this was going to happen.” 

Your eyes shifted to Kento who had settled back in your chair leaning back then you looked up at Takuma. It was another thing you both had discussed, since he was a virgin and Kento is the only man you’ve slept with for the last ten years and you’re on birth control you didn’t see a need for a condom. 

“We have some if you want to use one, but I won’t mind if you don’t.” 

Takuma’s eyes almost rolled to the back of his head just at the thought of him being able to make you cream on his cock with no rubber barrier between the both of you, but wouldn’t that make his feelings deepen for you? 

He leaned down to kiss you again then followed the acts in the homemade videos he’s watched and kissed his way down your jaw and neck while sliding the straps of your slip down your shoulders until he could shimmy it off you leaving you naked for him, his eyes zeroed in your bare tits and nipples. 

Quickly he latched his mouth around the pert bud suckling on it letting your moans and tugs on his hair be the guide into what you like, his fingers played with your other nipple pinching it into a crest for his tongue to lave with attention while you pulled your panties off. 

He spent more time than you ever experienced on your sensitive buds, stroking pleasure along your skin like a skilled painter until they became tender peaks from all the touching and pulling. “Takuma touch me.” 

Your voice was breathy and he knew he couldn’t hold back anymore, his eyes met yours as he kissed further down your belly until he reached your cunt, the slick on the soft patch of hair reminded him of dew in the morning and he wanted to clean it up so he kissed your pussy over and over slowly. 

“Don’t be afraid to spread her open a little, not too much because she’s sensitive but you want to pay attention to her clit. Make out with her cunt the way you kissed her.” Kento instructed as he watched Takuma follow his words, devouring you whole and messily. 

You gasped when his tongue swirled around the pulsing bud making your back arch off the bed, judging by the way you acted, Takuma wanted to see more of it and buried his face between your thighs licking and tasting you. 

His tongue traced the contours of your pussy before kissing your clit again then he slowly slid two fingers inside you feeling your walls pulse with a wet warmth that made him cum in his pants turning the front of his boxers a sticky mess. “Listen to her breathing, the more ragged it is then she’s close.” 

His sticky release made Takuma a bit upset with himself for doing such a thing but you tasted even sweeter than he ever thought, this felt like a dream. 

Kento’s voice floated toward you as you turned to look at him watching as Takuma ate your pussy like he was going to marry you afterward. Your moans washed over the man between your thighs, he flicked his tongue against your clit while finger fucking you with a fast pace wanting you to fall apart. 

Takuma was still inexperienced and it showed with the way he kept changing patterns until you had to hold him still. 

Your fingers found home in his hair pulling him closer to you as you rolled your hips humping his fingers and mouth panting feeling your orgasm rise tall and crash over you, Takuma drowned himself in your slick loving the way you fluttered around him and he wanted to feel you coming on his dick. 

“How was that?” Takuma purred in between kissing your wet cunt unable to help himself, he grew drunk and all he wanted to do was end his nights like this. 

He kissed his way up your body again to gaze down at you where you felt the wet spot on his pants. “You learn very quickly, that was wonderful. Did you cum while eating me out?” You asked watching his cheeks burn a deep red. 

Kento wasn’t surprised to hear that, and neither were you but it was sexy that he did that while giving you pleasure. 

“Want me to return the favor?” You asked sitting up on your elbows to kiss Takuma who glanced at your husband. His mind was running wild with the possibilities of feeling your mouth but he wanted to feel your pussy instead so he shook his head no. 

Before he knew it you pushed him on his back to straddle his thighs so you could tug his pants down enough to reveal the mess, milky strands connecting from the fabric to his head that shone under the light. 

“We need to clean you up.” You murmured like a siren luring her prey into the water, he watched with wide eyes as you licked up the splatter of cum before swallowing while your manicured fingers wrapped around the curved base of his cock working your fist up and down the length of him gently. 

Takuma wasn't sure what to say at first, watching you do such a thing made his cock twitch. “Are you sure?” He asked tilting his head back to look at Kento who was watching you. 

You grabbed Takuma's jaw forcing him to look at you. “We are, we talked about it beforehand and I can see the way you look at me, let me take care of you Takuma.” You whispered. 

There was no arguing with that, especially when you moved and sat up letting the tip of his dick settle against your wet heat before sinking down on him slowly making him gasp and choke on air. 

He grasped your hips to keep you still as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his fleshlight that he tried once was nothing compared to the real thing and you knew what to do. Linking your fingers with his you rode him slowly watching as he took in the view of himself snug inside you, a fantasy he's had for a long time. 

Kento leaned back in his chair watching as well, the way you looked like a Goddess taking what you wanted because you've always thought Takuma was beyond cute, and ever since finding out he’s wanted to fuck you this was perfect. 

Takuma whined when you ground back and forth before bouncing up and down slowly making him moan your name over and over feeling himself so close to coming again already. He didn't want it to end right here because there was a good chance he'd have to go home right after. 

With a burst of strength and will, Takuma pushed you on your back and followed after spearing you again with his cock so deeply. 

Both you or Kento weren't expecting it but you welcomed it with a hot and needy kiss, your tongue gliding against his in a messy kiss. 

It didn't take long for the familiar flame in his gut to know he was going to cum. “I'm going-” Takuma was cut off with a loud grunt as he bucked into you wildly riding out his high. 

You gasped when he folded you in half like a lawn chair. “Cum for me.” He begged feeling your pussy clamp around him tightly like a wet and warm vice that made him moan. 

Your orgasm burst open showering you with bliss as he kept going trying to chase this feeling until he finally pulled out with a soft cum covered cock that was sensitive, his chest heaving with ragged breaths as he kissed you. 

Takuma wasn't expecting you to roll over and kiss him again while rubbing his chest. “Stay the night, you can sleep on the couch.” You whispered with a soft smile. 

To Takuma, you looked like an angel with the glow from the lamp and he wanted to stay as long as you'd let him, well you and Kento. 

He nodded and got off the bed to head to the bathroom to clean up unaware that you wanted or needed aftercare which Kento made sure to do cleaning you up and tucking you in bed kissing the top of your head. 

“Next time you fuck my wife you need to give her aftercare,” Kento told him before he left to grab a few blankets from the linen closet. 

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Heart, Body and Soul || Tommy Shelby x OC

PART XI

Summary: the situation complicates further as Tommy’s stay in Sicily nears its end. It’s time for conversations, and things that have been buried for too long are brought to the light.

Warnings: mentions of arranged marriage, slow-burn, small age-gap (Tommy’s 30, Nina is in her early 20s), time-typical misogyny, references to past attempted assault, harassment, violence, angst, English is not my first language. This chapter is 18+, smut (I’m still not used to writing it but here we go). This is set between season 1 and 2.

Like in some previous chapters, some conversations are supposed to be in Italian but for obvious reasons I kept them in English.

A/N: sorry this is really long. I hope it makes up for the wait!

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Tommy’s proposal to Agnese had brought quite the hustle in the Ferrante’s property. A stream of relatives and friends had been coming to congratulate the new couple in the past few days, and people continuously came and went to make the arrangements for the wedding - or simply pry in the family business. And with the engagement party being held that night, it was impossible for Nina to step out of the house without bumping into some caterer or seamstress or, if she was particularly unlucky, some cantankerous old aunt who would stray away from her as if she were the Devil incarnated.

Her mood, which was already dark to begin with, had considerably worsened, forcing her to withdraw into isolation to avoid all possible conflict. She was easily irritated, she couldn’t stand her mother’s complaints, her father’s deceitfulness, her brothers’ haughtiness, and she couldn’t help herself from talking back or snapping when something bothered her. She could tell they were fed up with her insolence, that she was treading on thin ice, but she drew a twisted satisfaction from getting on their nerves. It was the only way she had to get back at them for the hell they were putting her through. Her role in the family, the impossibility of being something more than she was expected to be, the threat of a forced marriage with Stefano that was becoming less of a prospect and more of a certainty with each day that passed. And now that. Having to watch as the marriage between Tommy and Agnese took form, pretending with her cousin she was genuinely happy for her.

It was tearing her apart from the inside. At this point, Nina couldn’t wait for them to get married, so that Tommy would leave her house, her country, and set her free from the deep ache she felt every time he was near. It would be difficult, at first, but in time she’d forget about him, about the way he made her heart race, about how safe she felt in his arms.

“I’m going over to aunt Rita,” her mother hastily walked into the kitchen, holding a sewing box in her hands. “I’m helping her embroider the bedsheets for the trousseau.”

“Mhm.” Nina merely raised her eyes from the book she was pretending to read. Hearing about bedsheets and trousseaus was the last thing she needed in that moment, especially if it had to become yet another excuse to reproach her for not having the intention to get married anytime soon.

All of a sudden the book was soon snatched from her hands. When she raised her gaze, her mother was looking at her with a stern look on her face.

“Your friend has been invited to the party,” she said bitterly, as though the matter was somehow her daughter’s fault.

Nina’s heart fell to the pit of her stomach. It didn’t take a genius to understand who said friend was.

“The whole Spinietta family has been invited,” Maria went on, slamming the book on the table.

She swallowed harshly, the implications of that gesture rapidly sinking in. “Are you serious?”

“I warned you,” her mother pointed a finger at her. “If you had listened to me, maybe it would’ve been Angelo, not him.”

Nina rolled her eyes. Again with her friend’s son. What did she want, to put a death sentence on the poor man? She grabbed the cup of tea that had grown cold in front of her, and got up to pour its content in the sink.

“Did I tell you he’s a teacher?” Maria started again. “I bet he acts all intellectual just like you.”

“If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll intellectualise away from me. Unless he wants to get on the Spiniettas’ bad side, that is. Or dad’s.” She started to aggressively scrub the cup, taking out her anger on the fragile item. “And who says he’d be interested in me anyway?”

Her mother looked at her as if a second nose had grown on her face. Despite her unusual behaviour, Nina carried herself well, looked nice, had an education that most girls could only dream of. Her Italian was outstandingly clean, almost devoid of dialectal influences, and clear. Her brain worked incessantly, she had complex thoughts, and it was often difficult to keep up with her. Not to mention how she managed to give even men twice her age a hard time with the sole power of her words.

“Why wouldn’t he?”

“Maybe he’d find me ugly,” Nina shrugged, “or stupid.”

“You’re my daughter, you can’t be ugly or stupid.”

Nina let out a sigh, drying her hands on a towel. There was no point in arguing. In those situations, it was better to let her mum vent until she got tired of talking with a stone wall and gave up.

Maria dropped the sewing box on the table with a thud. Once she had her daughter’s attention back in her, she started speaking again, a grave expression on her face. “I don’t think you understand the situation you’re in. If your father says yes to Stefano, then he won’t be able to say no anymore,” she said lowly. “You need to act before he says yes.”

“He can’t force me.”

If her father really decided to go through with it, she’d drop the bomb on him that she wasn’t a virgin anymore. Maybe she could do it in front of Stefano, for the pleasure of watching his smug grin disappear from his face. Would she be irremediably deemed as a whore? Yes. Would she bring shame upon her whole family? Absolutely. It would still be better than being Spinietta’s wife.

“You can’t change my mind on this, mum,” she concluded in a tone that didn’t leave any room for discussion.

Her didn’t mother didn’t reply, but the disapproval was clear on her face.

“You know what?” Maria picked up the box from the table again and put it under her arm with a nervous gesture. “I don’t care. Do what you want,” she said sharply, leaving the kitchen.

As soon as she heard the front door closing, Nina exhaled deeply. That was another issue she’d have to deal with, apparently. She wasn’t sure her mother would give up so easily, and she was scared she’d try to act behind her back like her father was.

Her father. Her blood boiled in her veins as her mind went back to the reason why the argument she had just gotten out of had started in the first place. It was time to talk to him, to make it clear that she would never accept to marry that bastard, that she didn’t need time to decide cause she had already made up her mind. The sooner they had that conversation, the sooner all that would end. Hopefully.

Animated by a fiery resolution, Nina strode through the house with large, quick steps. She didn’t pay attention to her brothers, who were heading to the kitchen to have breakfast, nor to Tommy, who was waiting in the large hallway for her father to let him in, and was now looking at her with a puzzled look on his face.

She stormed in her father office, slamming the door behind her. He raised his head from the papers he was signing, looking at her questioningly, but not without a hint of reproach for bursting into his private room without even knocking.

“What does this mean?” Her voice came out more high-pitched than she intended. She stopped in front of the dark wooden desk, forcing him to pay attention to her.

“What are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

Her father leaned back in his chair, rolling his cigar between his fingers, keeping his oblivious facade. A new wave of rage ran through Nina, but she was careful to contain it. “You invited the Spinietta family to the engagement party,” she explained through gritted teeth.

Unimpressed by her accusations, he stubbed out his cigar, then folded is hands on his lap. “The Spiniettas are close friends of ours,” he said calmly.

“Right,” she let out a humourless laugh. “You became pretty close over the last month.”

“Business is growing.”

“Ah,” she nodded, raising her eyebrows. “Business.”

Her father clenched his jaw, and from the way his shoulders had stiffened she could tell he knew exactly where the conversation was going. And that he didn’t like her mocking tone.

“Is there a problem, Nina?”

“You tell me. Is there something going on that could be a problem for me?”

She wanted to hear it from him. She wanted him to admit it out loud. She was tired of being treated like she was crazy, like she was imagining things. She wanted honesty.

Vincenzo pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes as if hit by a sudden headache. “I need to talk to Mr Shelby, can we-”

“You’re talking to me,” Nina said firmly, raising her voice.

Her father straightened his back, leaning with his elbows on the wooden surface in front of him. He fixed his gaze on her, his features hardening with austerity. “Mind how you speak to me, I’m your father,” he warned her.

“So I should stay quiet while you make decisions about my life,” she spat out. The way he was trying to impose his authority on her just because he had no arguments to defend himself made her stomach churn.

“I’m not making decisions.”

“You are,” she slammed a hand on the the desk. “Do you really think I don’t know what you’re doing?”

Her father reached his hand out, keeping his voice still low. “Calm down.”

“I will not calm down!”

Ferrante took a deep breath, raising from his chair to properly speak to his daughter. If there was one thing he didn’t tolerate, it was disrespect, but getting angry wouldn’t work, not now, at least. It would only make Nina more stubborn. If he wanted her to listen to him, he needed to get his point across nicely.

“What do you want to do with your life?” he asked her, apparently changing the subject.

Nina furrowed her brows, taken aback by his question. She could sense he was trying to direct the conversation somewhere, and she was quick to pull herself together.

“I want to study,” she said steadily.

“You’ve finished school,” he countered.

“There’s university.”

“Women don’t go to university.”

Nina squinted her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. “Then I want to work.”

“Poor women need to work. Do you want to ruin your hands in a factory?”

A glimpse of irony flashed across his face. Once again, his purpose seemed to be to make her feel stupid, or naive, like she had no idea how the world worked. The thing was, he was right, to some extent. Nina had little experience, she didn’t know everything. But there were things she knew, things she didn’t like, and she wasn’t going to accept them just because that was how life was.

Vincenzo walked around his desk to approach her. He placed his hands on her shoulders, his expression softening. “I’m only worried about you,” he said. “About what your life will be like if you go on like this.”

“It’s my life, dad,” she whispered, feeling the tears well up in her eyes against her will. “Maybe you’re right, and I’m ruining myself with my own hands. But the choice is mine to make.”

Despite everything, she thought she could make him understand. There had to be a way to get through him, to make him see, she didn’t want to ruin the bond they had always had. Because she would make her own decisions either way, and she wished for him to support her. She needed him to support her.

“You’re my daughter. I can’t stand back and watch you do that to yourself,” he shook her slightly. “Let go of these fantasies, Nina. Real life is something else.”

Of course. How stupid of her to imagine that he could even try to understand. She shrugged his hands off, forcing back her tears. “You’re wrong.”

Her father nodded to himself, taking a step back. “We’ll see,” he simply said. “As for Stefano, I told you already. The choice is up to you, I’m not forcing you to do anything,” he reassured her, but his condescending tone had the opposite effect.

“You’re not forcing me to do anything, but that son of a bitch is always around.”

“Language.”

Nina scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. He didn’t see the point. He didn’t want to see the point. He only cared about business, about power. Why was she wasting her time?

She made her way towards the door, but she stopped in her tracks when her hand grabbed the handle. After a moment of hesitation, she spoke again, but she didn’t around to look at him.

“You’re making a mistake.”

Tommy watched as Nina strode out of Ferrante’s study with a face like thunder. He had heard the screams, but he hadn’t been able to make out what the fuss was about, the long sequence of Italian sentences unfamiliar to him.

Those kinds of arguments had happened frequently, over the last three days. Nina had become unmanageable - not that she had ever been the manageable type. But she had gotten worse. If someone so much as glanced at her the wrong way or said one word too many, she’d turn it into an excuse to fight. She was sensitive, and snappish, and she seemed to have lost the ability to put on her mask of coolness and indifference. As a way to heal his wounded ego, which still burned from the things she had said to him, he told himself it was a good thing she had rejected him. If she had the gall to talk back to her father like that, there was no doubt she’d act even worse with her husband, and he had enough headaches already. And for sure, he would’ve never wanted to be at the receiving hand of her temper.

Nina stopped in front of him, recollecting herself, and Tommy couldn’t not notice she radiated the same frigidity as when they had met for the first time. “My father wants to see you, Mr Shelby,” she said coldly.

Ah, now she called him Mr Shelby. As if she hadn’t been whimpering his name in his ear a few nights before.

“I think we’re way past the formalities, sweetheart.”

His remark was enough to make her falter. She blinked up at him, shocked by his bluntness.

“Way past,” he repeated, raising his eyebrows.

“Will you lower your voice?” she hissed, taking a look around to make sure no one was near.

Tommy held back a smirk at her flustered state. Her usual frown had deepened, and a tinge of red had crept up her cheeks. Had the situation between them been different, he would’ve gladly went on. He had to remind himself he wasn’t in the position to tease her anymore. Nina had said it very clearly, she didn’t care about him. What had happened between them had been a mistake, she regretted it. She regretted him.

Then why were her eyes telling a different story?

Nina huffed, tucking a rebel strand of hair behind her ear. “He’s waiting for you,” she murmured.

Her arm brushed against his as she walked past him, sending a spark of electricity through his whole body. Leaving him wondering when he had gotten to the point where the slightest contact threatened to make his self-control crumble.

Nina examined her figure in the mirror, a niggling uneasiness taking over her. She wasn’t used to doll herself up like that. She had put on a beautiful dress for the occasion, done her makeup, managed to tame her long hair, and she had half-hoped she would be happy with the result once she was done. However, in her silk dress, in her makeup, with her hair away from her face, Nina felt like a fraud. Ridiculous, even.

She had always been the ugly duckling of the brood. When her cousins had started to bloom into beautiful women, she was still all elbows and knees, drawing the petty comments of her aunts, poorly hidden behind harmless jokes. She remembered all too well the embarrassment she felt every time they pointed out her flat chest, joking about how if she cut her hair she could be mistaken for a boy. She was ashamed to admit that even though she wasn’t that gawky kid anymore, those words had stuck with her. She tried to convince herself she didn’t care about being pretty, that her mind was her primary concern, but the truth was, sometimes she wanted to feel pretty.

Stop feeling sorry for yourself and just pretend, she told herself, straightening her back. It was a little exercise she had trained herself to do over the years. Head high, impassive face, don’t let them get to you, act like you know exactly what you want, walk like you know exactly where you’re going. It worked, most of the times. Maybe if she pretended long enough one day she’d be able to convince herself as well.

Once ready, she crossed the upstairs floor of the house, reaching the separate corridor in which her parents’ bedroom was located. Her mother was standing in front of a full-length mirror, fixing some pins in her hair. Nina leaned against the doorframe, and allowed herself to stay in her company for a while.

Out of the comfortable clothes she used to wear, out of the kitchen, out of the restraints of her role as a wife and a mother doomed to annihilate herself, she looked years younger. The dress she was wearing was modest, elegant, and the dark blue shade perfectly complimented her complexion. The shadow of a rare genuine smile grew on her face as she put on her pearl earrings, mixed with an emotion Nina couldn’t quite recognise. She could almost swear there were tears in her eyes. Nina realised she didn’t even remember the last time she had seen her mother taking care of her appearance like that, and that finally having the chance to do it must be a source of melancholy as well as joy. Was that what a life dedicated to the care of a whole family had done to her? Had she forgotten herself to that degree?

“What are you looking at?” Maria asked gruffly, glancing at her daughter through the mirror.

How sweet. Nina pursed her lips to hide a sly grin, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “Nothing.”

Her mother frowned, smoothing down her dress, then she turned around to face her. She looked at the ground for a moment, then back at Nina, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. “How do I look?”

A pang of sorrow spread in Nina’s chest at the thought that her mother might feel anything else but beautiful. “Stunning, mum,” she said truthfully.

“Is this too much?”

“No,” she shook her head. “It’s perfect.”

The older woman turned to the mirror again, her features softening. “Go downstairs, tell your father I’m almost ready.”

Reluctantly, Nina mustered up the courage to get out of her hiding, mechanical step after mechanical step, like a man facing the gallows. She didn’t want to go. She didn’t want to feel her relatives’ judgmental stares on her. She didn’t want to see Stefano. She didn’t want to watch Tommy and Agnese be officially presented as a couple. Husband and wife. It made her feel sick. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw Tommy standing on top of the staircase, checking the time on his pocket watch, handsome in his formal attire.

His head shot up upon hearing the sound of her footsteps, and for a while it felt like the whole world had stopped turning just for him to have that moment. That moment to look at her, to take in the sight of her in her long, light blue dress that enhanced her tanned skin; with her ebony hair pinned up, exposing her delicate neck and cleavage, instead of hiding her as usual.

“You…” Tommy’s breath hitched in his throat, his mouth dry. You’re beautiful.

He didn’t dare say it.

“Hi,” Nina murmured, fidgeting with her own fingers. She had no idea of what to do or say. Standing there and staring at him like an idiot was clearly not an option, so she decided to approach the stairs. But one look at the long series of steps was enough for her to understand that there was no way she could descend it in her heels without making a fool of herself. Had she been alone, she would’ve gripped the railing like her life depended on it and ungracefully stomped her way down.

As if he had read her mind, Tommy offered her his arm without uttering a single word. He limited himself to peering at her, his gaze indecipherable, intense. Nina accepted his help, trying not to think about how natural it felt to have her hand in the crook of his elbow as they climbed down the stairs. Her legs were shaking, probably not because of the shoes, and she just hoped she wouldn’t trip over her feet and ruinously fall on her face. When she walked down the last step, she realised she had been holding her breath the whole time.

“Thank you,” she whispered, letting go of his arm.

Tommy nodded, taking a step back.

He needed a drink - or possibly two or three - to give him the strength to get through the night. Now more than ever he felt like he was putting handcuffs around his wrists rather than a ring on his finger. He had been telling himself that everything was going reasonably well, that following the plan which had been made over a month before was the best thing to do. He was going to marry the woman they had chosen for him, a beautiful woman, who would make him look good. Agnese was sweet, and gentle. She would take care of the house, of him, give him children. He would have a good life with her. She would bring him peace, turn his house into a safe place away from the wickedness of his business.

Nina would’ve brought him the storm. With her, a life of confrontation, of compromise, maybe even conflict would’ve awaited him. He would’ve had to answer to her, to accept her sharp edges and the sides of her that weren’t easy to deal with.

No, he was lying to himself. Confrontation, compromise, conflict had been his daily bread since he was a kid. His restless nature had never cared for peace. His skin was thick enough not to get cut on her edges. And pain had never scared him anyway. But that didn’t matter. The wedding would be in two weeks, then he would leave that place behind. Leave Nina behind. He’d forget about her like he had forgotten about Grace. He had done it once, he could do it again. Even if he’d prefer to rip his heart out of his chest.

For the engagement party, Agnese’s family had chosen to celebrate in the garden that surrounded the two houses. Everything had been planned with the outmost care: there were tables, flowers, candles, waiters balancing trays of champagne, musicians playing mesmerising tunes. A whole team of chefs had been hired for the delicious dinner. Nina had been pleased to find out that she wouldn’t have to share the table with Stefano, this time, who had sat with his family and other guests far away from her. Nevertheless, she had barely touched her food. Her stomach was still twisted from the events of the day. Now she was standing aside, watching as some couples gathered to dance. Including Tommy and Agnese.

They were both beautiful. Exceptionally so. Agnese was radiant in her ivory dress, she glowed with the happiness of a girl who was about to see all her dreams come true. Tommy held her in his arms with great gentleness as they swayed to the rhythm, and despite the vicious bites of jealousy, Nina was unable to look away. He’d fall in love with Agnese, of that she was sure. Her cousin was stunning, and sweet, and caring, all things Nina was not. Tommy would fall in love with Agnese and realise how blind he had been for ever setting his eyes on someone like her.

A tall figure came to stand by her side, and she was engulfed by the smell of a strong cologne mixed with cigar smoke. The man exuded an aura of power, dominance, along with a calm that was nothing more than a cover for something far more dangerous, unpredictable. Vito Spinietta. Her body tensed, and she instinctively crossed her arms over her chest. Sending him a sideways glance, she was met with his calculating gaze. He was inspecting her, assessing her, searching for any weak point as though he could read into her.

“Good evening,” he said, not taking his eyes off her.

“Good evening.”

A heavy silence followed. Nina wasn’t a fool, she was aware that if Stefano’s brother had taken the trouble to go speak to her it wasn’t to make small talk. The heir to the Spinietta empire was too practical a man to waste his time on pleasantries, and certainly wasn’t there for the pleasure of her company.

“I know there’s no point beating around the bush with you,” he said, confirming her suspicions. “So I’ll be direct. I’m here on behalf of my brother.”

Nina tilted her head in amusement. Had it really become a family matter? Had a no on her part caused such commotion?

“Stefano’s a good guy,” he announced solemnly. “It’s just that sometimes he acts the wrong way.”

Nina had to hold back a dismissive laugh at his statement. A good guy. It was almost as pathetic as the excuse he had made up for his behaviour.

“What am I supposed to do with this information?”

“He cares about you.”

“So you’ve taken it upon yourself to play Cupid,” she said bitterly, with a little edge of sarcasm, earning herself a stern look. “It doesn’t suit you,” she shook her head, mocking him behind an expression that was meant to feign innocent honesty.

Vito raised his chin, reacting with silence to her insolent replies. “It would be good to unite the families, considering the circumstances,” he said instead. “And a rejection could be seen as…” he paused, searching her face. “An offence.”

His words had Nina knitting her eyebrows in a frown. He had pronounced them in an ambiguous, vague way, but she hadn’t missed the gloomy undertone. “Is this a threat?”

“What do you take me for?” he asked, clearly just pretending to be offended. “I’d never threaten a woman.”

He was playing the card of the man of honour. As if he and his brother hadn’t done even worse to the girls of the town. She had to say something now. Too long had she let Stefano scare her, she wouldn’t make the same mistake with Vito. The Spiniettas weren’t the only ones who got power, she came from a tough family as well, and she would no longer forget who she was.

“Listen,” she started, turning to properly look at him. “I’m not scared of you, or your brother, or your threats.”

Vito clenched his jaw, his mouth twisting into a grimace.

Nina took a step towards him, further decreasing the already short distance between them. “You two think you can do as you please because I am a woman?” she narrowed her eyes. “Think again. Cause one word from me and you’ll see your whole organisation fall around your ears.”

“Is this a threat?”

“It’s a promise.”

Nina wanted to see his mask slip. She wanted him to reveal himself, like Stefano had revealed himself not so long ago, when he had put his hands on her in her own house. She wanted him to give her a reason to draw her knife on him, there, in front of everyone. But Vito wasn’t Stefano. It would take a lot more to make him lose his composure.

Vito took a step back, observing her. He could see why his brother was so adamant on having her. Stefano had always loved a good challenge. He didn’t want someone obedient by nature, someone who would listen to his every command. He wanted someone difficult, someone he could take his time to bend. Or break. It would’ve taken way more than a few slaps to break that one.

Their conversation came to an end when Stefano walked up to Nina, holding out his hand to her. “Wanna dance?”

Nina took a look around. Her situation hadn’t gone unnoticed: most of the guests had been peering at her and Vito, trying to figure out what was going on, and now that Stefano had entered the picture, they were sending them subtle glances, waiting to see if Nina would’ve accepted his invitation. Her first instinct was to say no, but leaving him there in front of everyone would cause quite the stir, and surely take the attention away from the new couple. That was Agnese’s night, and she didn’t have the right to ruin it for her. Not after what she had already done. So she placed her hand in his, and unwillingly let him lead her to the dance floor.

His hand was light on her waist as he lead the dance, yet that contact felt heavy, violent. It made her skin crawl. She focused on the ground behind his shoulders, trying to ignore the weight of people’s stares on them. She was afraid to raise her head and find out Tommy was watching too.

It didn’t take her long to detach herself from her surroundings. She didn’t hear the music, she didn’t see the couples dancing around them, she was only uncomfortably aware of Stefano’s proximity, of the heat of his body, of the burning marks his hands seemed to leave into her flesh. He had the predatory eyes of a raptor as he scrutinised the uncovered parts of her body, taking on the appearance of a beast waiting for the right moment to bite.

“I love you, Nina,” he whispered in her ear, his tone pleading. “I want to make you happy. I want to give you everything.”

Nina could read it on his face. He did think he loved her, he was truly convinced that his sick obsession was love. It’s wasn’t merely a matter of wounded ego, he was sincerely hurt in his own, twisted way. And that was something that could potentially make him even more dangerous. A shiver ran down her spine, but she forced herself not to shy away, and she let him speak without interrupting him.

“I’ve made a lot of mistakes with you, and I want to fix them. Let me make it right.” His arm tightened around her as he brought her even closer. “I can be good to you.” There was desperation now in his voice. Nina tried to put some distance between them, but he didn’t let her. “I can be good to you, and you can be good to me. I’ll teach you how to be good to me.” His fingers curled around her hand in a painful grip. “Think about what we could be together. Say yes.”

Nina squeezed her eyes, overwhelmed by his insistent touch, his urgent words; disgusted by the image of them living in the same house that had forced itself into her mind; repulsed by his eagerness to mould her.

The music ended, bringing them back to reality. Nina was relieved to be able to pull away from Stefano, whose grip had finally loosened. He was out of his mind if he thought she could ever forget what he had done to her. A wave of rage ran through her, but she was careful not to let it show. Straightening her back, she looked him dead in the eyes, and just one word left her mouth.

“No.”

Stefano’s face fell, disappointment and anger battling in his irises, and his fist clenched by his side. However, Nina didn’t stay there to wait for a reaction. She turned on her heels and walked away from him, from the dance floor, from the crowd of nosy guests. Her inner turmoil grew with every step, and her state of panic was such that she didn’t even realise she had entered her house. With an irritated huff, she hastily fumbled with her impractical shoes and left them at the entrance, then sought refuge in her bedroom.

She took some deep breaths, rubbing her face. It felt like the more she tried to fix things, the more she made them worse, and there was no way out of that endless cycle. What was she supposed to do? How was she supposed to act? Who was she supposed to beg to drag her out of that situation? Because it was becoming clearer and clearer that she wouldn’t be able to make it by herself. When had things taken that turn? Had there been a mistake, a single, fateful mistake she had made that had caused all of that? Or was it someone else’s fault? Or was it no one’s fault?

Too many questions, not enough answers. Racking her brains to find a pattern, to put order to the events was useless. They were too tangled, too intricate. It hadn’t started when she had made love with Tommy, nor when he had kissed her, nor when he had appeared in her life. It hadn’t even started when she had pointed a knife at Stefano’s throat, nor when she had let him get close to her all those years ago at school. Had it started, perhaps, when she had insisted on studying? Was it her punishment for wanting more than she could have? More questions, still no answers. The worst thing was, she couldn’t see a way out.

There was a soft knocking on the open door, and when Nina turned around Tommy was there. He looked exhausted, as if the evening had drained him of all his energy. It was unusual to see him like that, he wasn’t the kind of man who let his distress show. For the first time, she realised how much the whole marriage situation had taken a toll on him.

If the reasonable part of her wanted him to leave, the other - the one she seemingly had no control over - needed him close to her. It was absurd how reassuring his presence felt. Maybe that was what had drawn her to him in the first place. When everything around her was swirling, when there was nothing certain or reliable, Tommy was stable, solid. Something to hold on to.

Nina forced those thoughts away. She was losing her mind. Tommy was the least stable thing in her life. He wasn’t there to stay, he would leave in two weeks time and she would never see him again, except for a few occasions, like Christmas or maybe weddings. Indulging in that kind of fantasy would only make things harder.

“Is this your plan?” Tommy suddenly asked, a hint of accusation leaking out of his neutral tone. “Say yes to Spinietta?”

Nina felt like a bucket of cold water had been thrown over her, and her musings disappeared to give way to pure surprise. “What?” she asked in disbelief, widening her eyes.

“You heard me.”

“That’s ridiculous, I’d never do that.”

“Is that why you were dancing with him?” he raised his eyebrows, pointing at the door with his finger, as if Stefano were outside the room.

Nina shook her head, still not believing they were actually having that conversation. “You shouldn’t mix whiskey with champagne,” she said dryly, her voice coming out harsher than she had intended. But Tommy didn’t seem fazed by it.

“You looked rather intimate,” he noted with a touch of contempt, too upset to realise how preposterous his assumptions sounded.

Nina’s mouth fell agape. She hadn’t missed the inflection in his voice. Was he… jealous? She squinted her eyes, taking a step towards him. “What’s this?” she inquired.

Her question seemed to catch him off guard. He wavered, and an emotion difficult to define flashed across his features. It was more than simply pain. It was like all the resentment Tommy had harboured since that fateful afternoon was flowing out, inexorable, making him unable to think with a clear mind. Biting back was the only way he had to protect the feelings he had foolishly let show. Guilt ate at her stomach at the sight, and she had to remind herself she had done what she had done for him, before anyone else.

As if finally coming back to himself, Tommy clenched his jaw, and took on his usual, impassive expression. “I can’t believe you,” he murmured. “After everything he’s done to you.”

Nina nervously fidgeted with her fingers, not knowing how to make him see that he couldn’t be more wrong. Did he think so little of her? “I’m not..” she trailed off, torn between her sense of guilt and her pride. The latter took the upper hand. She frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. “You have no right to lecture me.”

“True,” he nodded. “I have no right. Cause what happened between us was a mistake and you don’t care about me.”

That was the point. That had always been the point. Tommy thought she had cruelly played him, maybe even used him, just to discard him when she didn’t want him anymore. She exhaled deeply, not meeting his eyes. “It’s not like that.”

“It’s not like that,” he let out a humourless chuckle. “You said it, you’re taking it back now?”

“Stop it.”

“Eh?” Tommy’s voice raised, overlapping hers. “Are you taking it back?”

“I said stop.”

“You said-”

“I lied!” she snapped.

A tense silence fell in the room. Tommy blinked, and all the bitterness faded from his features. “Wha… what?” he stuttered, a confused frown forming on his face.

Nina didn’t regret her admission. She was so tired of pretending, of lying, of hurting him, and saying it out loud lifted a weight off her shoulders.

“I lied,” she repeated, more softly. “I never meant to hurt you. I…” her voice cracked. “I did it to protect you. To protect both of us.” There was no going back now. Her walls had been breached, and the words she had fought hard to keep to herself were leaving her lips before she had the chance to measure them. “Do you have any idea how much we’re risking? I’m risking? We talked about it, I told you how these things work.”

Tentatively, Tommy broke the distance between them, taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting her head up. “Is this what you’re scared of?” he asked incredulous, searching her face frantically, his frown deepening. “I’d never let anything bad happen to you. I’d never let anyone lay a fucking finger on you. You hear me?”

Nina believed him. He would stand between her and harm’s way without a second thought. But that was the problem. She took his hand in hers, rubbing her thumb over it before pulling it away from her face. “And what about you?”

“What?”

“Do you really think you could’ve changed your mind? That they would let you, at that point? You made your decision when you started courting Agnese.”

“Maybe they would’ve understood-”

“No. Her father would’ve wanted your head for humiliating his daughter. The deal would’ve been off and you would’ve been six feet underground in a matter of hours.”

And I’d never be able to forgive myself if something happened to you because of me, she wanted to add.

Tommy didn’t reply, but the pain in his eyes spoke for him. He knew she was right.

Nina gently stroked his cheek. “We never had a chance,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “And I’m not worth starting a war over.”

Tommy squeezed his eyelids, shaking his head as if to chase that unbearable thought away. Then, impetuously, he kicked the door shut and crushed his lips against hers. The force of the kiss knocked Nina’s breath out of her lungs, but she was quick to wrap her arms around his neck, pressing their bodies together.

Tommy backed her towards the dresser behind her, then he hoisted her up in his strong arms and sat her on it. A groan left his lips when Nina hooked a leg around him, bringing him even closer. His hands roamed down to her hips, gripping, squeezing, his tongue exploring her sweet mouth. He relished her warmth, her scent, her soft hands caressing his face, trying to imprint every little feeling into his memory. He wanted her, in the most raw, primal way. Because it was the only way he had to have her. Or at least, to delude himself he did. She was like water in his hands, she slipped through his fingers again and again, never letting him hold her, never letting him keep her. But with his fingers digging in her skin, she almost seemed real.

Pulling away to catch his breath, Tommy dropped his forehead into her neck, grabbing her waist. “You’re killing me,” he said, his voice hoarse. “You’re fucking killing me.”

Tears began to stream down Nina’s cheeks. She felt like the worst person alive. She was causing so much pain, to him, to herself. She gently stroked the back of his head, sniffling. “You should go,” she compelled herself to say, although in that moment she wanted nothing more than for him to stay. “They’ll notice your absence.”

“They’re all drunk, they won’t,” he contradicted her.

“Agnese will.”

“She’s with her sisters.”

“But-”

Tommy’s head shot up to look at her, silencing her with his icy glare. “Fuck them,” he husked, wiping away her tears.

Fuck them.

Their mouths collided again. Blood rushed through Nina’s veins as Tommy kissed her hungrily. She could feel him everywhere, she was completely enveloped by him, by his smell of soap, whiskey and cigarettes, by the feeling of his rough hands, and yet she wanted more. She wanted to crumble and be brought into a new existence, to melt in his arms and become one heart, one body, one soul.

They only parted so she could help Tommy get free of his jacket. He was back on her right away, leaving a trail of kisses from her neck down to her chest, his teeth grazing the soft skin from time to time, making goosebumps ripple down her skin. He impatiently lifted her dress, fingers brushing against her smooth legs. More free to move, Nina allowed him more space, and her insides clenched with desire when she felt the bulge in his trousers against her.

Tommy’s hand ghosted over her clothed sex, making her squirm in anticipation. “Tommy,” she moaned, urging him to touch her where she needed the most. Pushing her underwear to the side, he slid two digits into her wet entrance, coaxing a sinful, beautiful sound out of her lips. Nina held onto his shoulders as he started to move his fingers, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Look at me,” Tommy commanded, cupping her chin with his free hand. Her eyelids fluttered open, showing him her glossy eyes filled with pleasure, causing his cock to painfully twitch.

He pumped his fingers in and out of her, working her open, eliciting small gasps from her that threatened to make him lose his mind. His thumb went to stroke her clit, the unexpected motion making her yelp.

Fuck, she was so beautiful.

“Tommy, please…” she whispered, clutching the soft material of his shirt. “I need you.”

She didn’t need to say it twice. Wasting no time, Tommy slid his fingers out of her to get rid of her knickers, discarding them somewhere on the floor, then fumbled with his trousers, finally freeing himself from all restraints. He grabbed Nina’s thighs, pulling her closer to the edge of the dresser so he could position himself between her folds, then he entered her with one swift thrust, burying himself inside of her. Nina hid her face in his shoulder, one hand coming to cup the nape of his neck, the other clutching the fabric of his shirt. Tommy began to rock his hips, firmly yet slowly, giving her the time to adjust to the feeling of him stretching her walls.

Nina clung onto him as if he could shield her from the unknown, as if he were a shelter, a place where she could forget, even for a moment, the uncertain future that awaited her. A future she tried to escape from, but the more she ran, the more she found it on her heels, ready to catch her, to drag her into the darkness that had been threatening her for years.

Tommy’s pace quickened, becoming more desperate, almost brutal, arms wrapped around her waist, bringing every inch of their bodies together. Nina was surprised to find that was exactly what she needed in that moment. It kept her anchored to him and only him.

“You feel so good,” Tommy growled, digging his fingers in her flesh, and her cheeks burned at his words.

He set a merciless rhythm, pounding into her with sharp thrusts. Nina barely recognised the sounds that were coming out of her, but she was too lost in her pleasure to be worried about them. Breath hitched in her throat when he reached a particular spot that made her see stars, and he hit it again and again, drawing shaky whimpers out of her. With each minute that passed she felt closer and closer to her release, and Tommy must’ve been aware of that too. She let out a strangled noise when he brought a finger to her swollen clit, the fire in her abdomen too much to bear.

“C’mon, love,” he rasped. “Cum for me.”

He drew small circles on her sensitive bud, pushing her over the edge. Her walls fluttered around his cock, shockwaves gripping her body as she came undone. Tommy kept on thrusting into her, hips ruthlessly snapping as he chased his climax, until with a last, powerful thrust, he emptied himself inside of her, grunting in her ear.

For a while, neither of them moved. They stayed in each other’s embrace, panting, savouring that ephemeral semblance of peace. Nina nuzzled her cheek against his, the comforting scent of his aftershave filling her nostrils. Neither of them seemed to intend to let go first.

God, she didn’t want to let him go. Before she could control them, tears filled Nina’s eyes again, and she tried her best to prevent them from falling. Why did it have to be so hard? Why did she have to fall for the one man she could never have? Why did her happiness have to cause so much damage? The most irrational part of it was that despite all of that, being in his arms felt like the rightest thing in the world. They perfectly moulded together like they had been created just fit into each other’s arms, to fill each other’s voids. Nothing she had ever felt could compare to it.

Eventually, they moved apart. They fixed their clothes in silence, pulling themselves together as best they could. Not that Nina cared at all. There was no way she was going back to the party. No one would notice anyway.

“Go,” she whispered, brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen on his forehead. “They must be looking for you.”

Tommy gently cradled the back of her head, pressing a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll come to you later,” he promised.

Nina nodded, forcing herself to smile. But tears started flowing as soon as she watched him walk out the door.

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Hi Elle!! Hope all is well 💕💕

Can I request a headcanon or fic of where Dick and y/n have been in a serious relationship for a few years and OC has become a “mom figure” to all the other batboys. So when the batboys misunderstand Dick and OC getting into a big fight somewhere, they both come home (either to their place or to the manor) to find that the batboys have moved/thrown out all of Dick’s things because they love OC that much??

Thank youuu ☺️

Ahhh this is such a cute little idea!! Thank you so so much for the request it’s lovely to see an old friend <333

Found Family - Dick Grayson x Reader

Steph gave you a sympathetic smile as she poured the rest of the wine bottle into your now empty glass. “What’s wrong hun? Because if it’s boy troubles I will personally castrate Richard if he hurt you.” Which only made you sigh as you nodded. Her eyes widened, you and Dick never ever fought, and this foreign emotional territory was a shock to you too- hence the wine.

“Dick asked me to move in with him, but I’m not ready to leave my place! I love Gotham, and I’m not sure Bludhaven is where I’m meant to be. But I also know I could never leave him. I just told him I needed more time to think and I think he took it really personally. It’s not that I’m not ready to live with him, I’m just not ready to leave my life here even if it is just a town over.” You said, happy to put into words the emotions swirling in your chest.

“What?! You are NOT leaving Gotham anytime soon. What on earth would I do without you here?” Steph exclaimed, putting down her glass to pick up her phone, fingers typing frantically.

Less than a minute later, Tim was jogging into the Manor kitchen, “Dick’s tryna take Y/N from us? Over my dead body.” And before you could tell him otherwise, the young hero burst out the room, clearly on a type of war path.

“No! I love Dick and you guys, Bludhaven is great! I just need-”

“Taking down Richard has always been on my bucket list.” Damian’s snarky voice echoed through the manor as he stalked out the same door as Tim. You scrambled up and after him, but Steph side stepped in front of you, “don’t you dare try to fix this, we’ve got it!” Which only made you more nervous for the future of your relationship.

Before you knew it, another bottle was opened, and the colors of the Manor living room were awfully fuzzy. You were pretty sure you’d seen Jason, Tim, and Damian zipping in and out of the manor, each repeatedly promising an increasingly violent demise for your boyfriend, who’s radio silence was only making you more anxious. Steph, while physically with you, was terrifyingly glued to her phone, sending text after text- even taking the occasional call, but she was speaking quiet enough that your tipsy-mind couldn’t process the words flying out of her mouth.

You truly weren’t sure how much time had passed when Dick burst through the manor shouting “Stephanie Brown where the hell did you hide her!” And before you could shriek with excitement, Dick appeared in front of you, his eyes frantic until he saw you were okay.

“Dickie!” You cooed, outstretching your arms so he would scoop you up into a hug. And he did. He was breathing heavy, burying his head in the crook of your neck as he took a deep inhale. You were just giddy to see your handsome man, squeezing him tighter, wrapping your legs around his waist, happy to be carried as you weren’t sure you could stand in your current state.

“What on earth did they do to you sweetheart,” Dick mumbled, walking back towards the kitchen so you could place you on a counter, you leaned back to look up at his eyes. He swiped a hand over your cheek, you assumed you were still warm from the alcohol.

“She’s. Fine. Can’t say the same about you you selfish monster,” Steph slurred her speech, pointing an accusatory finger at Dick who gave you both a confused look.

Almost like a sitcom, the three other boys burst into the room, as if on cue.

“Step away from the woman Grayson!” Jason shouted as Damian lobbed the nearest manor antique he could get his hands on at Dick, who of course caught it effortlessly, setting it down next to you on the counter.

“What the hell is going on?” Dick raised his voice, but Tim was already in between the two of you, pushing Dick backwards as Damian hopped up onto the counter next to you, silently handing you a glass of water which you graciously took, enjoying the plot unfolding before you.

“No questions at this time Richard, as Y/N’s personal advisor I’m here to state the case.” Tim began, Jason and Damian nodding in agreement. Steph had her phone out, clearly filming the entire argument.

Tim continued, “it has come to our attention that you intend to take Y/N from us.”

“I asked her to move in with me?” Dick looked exasperated but intrigued by the way his brothers had turned on him in your name.

“And in doing so, you’d be removing her from Gotham, and therefore the four of us!” Tim concluded, and at the statement, Jason, Steph, and Damian mumbled angry agreements.

Dick scoffed, “I’m sorry, I thought she was my girlfriend, and you guys love coming to Bludhaven! With Y/N there it’s more reason for everyone to spend more time over there.”

Damian piped up immediately, “we hate Bludhaven Richard, Y/N is the only thing that makes it manageable.”

Jason snorted, “ever realized we only go over for dinner when Y/N is visiting you? Or that Steph only wants Sunday bagels in Bludhaven cuz Y/N spends the weekends there? Did you seriously think we just went over for you?” You cringed as the harsh tone, but Dick didn’t look offended, rather, proud?

Dick opened his mouth to retort, then closed it. Tim spoke up again, “Don’t worry Richard, I’ve already mended the problem at hand.”

Now Dick spoke up, “what the hell did you brats do now”.

“To the Zeta Tube!” Jason called, scooping you and Damian up in one arm and sprinting towards the teleporter, with Dick screeching for him to put you down following close behind. For once, Damian wasn’t squirming out of Jason’s grasp, rather he had quietly grabbed your hand, saying “I hope you love your new home” to you right before the Zeta Tube activated.

When you came through, Jason set you and Damian down happily, and you were situated in a fully furnished apartment. Furnished with your and Dick’s combined furniture. You froze for a moment, feeling like you were in a different dimension until you notice the window in the apartment. You recognized the block corner instantly.

“We refurbished an old safe house! It’s south west Gotham, so close enough to Bludhaven that Dick can’t whine too much, but only a couple minutes drive, or instant Zeta Tube to the manor!” Tim exclaimed excitedly.

Damian piped up, “we stripped Dick’s apartment to the ground to furnish it! Not like either of you will be needing it anyway!”

Dick had been silent, drinking in the new view. But he came up beside you to stare out the window, “I think they just made a compromise for us, but I do want you to love it. What I should’ve said earlier, is that I don’t need to be in Bludhaven, I need to be with you. You’re my home Y/N.” He pressed a kiss to your temple and you leaned back into his chest.

You spoke up, “I love it, and I love you, and I especially love you guys,” you turned around to face your family. Steph was grinning, Jason was nodding knowingly, Tim was off slightly adjusting furniture placements, and Damian was- wiping away a tear. Not worth pointing out, because he’d deny it anyway, but your heart was bursting knowing the little guy wanted you near just as badly as you wanted to be close to him.

“Tim! Get over here, it’s group hug time!” Dick called, throwing an arm around Jason and Steph while you scooped up Damian, who for the second time that day, wasn’t fighting back. Tim crashed into the hug and your swore you could feel your heart beating out of your chest with pride in your found family.

Tim’s phone vibrated and he shouted “Dick! You’re rich! The Bludhaven apartment just sold!” And Dick shrieked, “You put my apartment up for sale in a day!!” To which Damian shrugged, “not like there was anything in there after we were through.” Jason nodded in agreement saying: “yeah, you don’t even wanna know what plan B was if you said no to this place!” But Steph shushed him before he could divulge any more, most likely violent, secrets. You couldn’t help but grin knowing your family had your back no matter what, even if Dick was slightly concerned over his brother’s undying loyalty to you, it made staying in Gotham that much more worth it to you both.

“As your realtor I will be taking 15% of the profit! Gonna go meet the new tenants!” Tim called, beelining to the Zeta Tube before Dick could even try to tell him no. You gave Damian’s hair a ruffle, which he immediately tried to fix, as Jason and Steph nodded, knowing they could be over whenever, but you and Dick probably wanted a moment to get used to the new place.

And suddenly, it was quiet. The bustle of the Gotham streets was faint, and you walked through the apartment which was truly designed perfectly, imagining the dinner parties, late night adventures, and peaceful mornings you’d get to have in your new place.

“As much as I hate to admit it, they did good.” Dick broke the silence. You nodded in agreement, unable to wipe the heartfelt smile off your face, you gave him a peck and said, “They sure did, it feels good to be home.”

~

I hope you enjoyed!! Thank you again for the request!

[readychilledwine]

About Last Night

Happy Spoil Me Sunday 💜

I was going to save this for a rainy day. It's rainy where I live 😉

✨️ Lucien Girlies, this is for you ✨️

Lucien Vanserra x Human oc/reader

Warnings - orgasm denial, oral (fem rev), slight dom/sub dynamics

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I hated when he did this.

My legs were thrown over his shoulders.

His hands tightly gripped my thighs and ass.

The cold wall pressed against my back as he held me against it.

But Gods, Lucien's tongue running from my leaking hole to my clit, circling that bundle of nerves as I pulled his hair and whined was heaven.

The warmth of his mouth licking, sucking, and kissing its way along my core to chase me into the highs of euphoria only he could could bring was utter bliss.

My head hit the wall as he gently rolled my clit over and over before sucking on it. "Lucien," I whispered softly. "Please, bed."

He chuckled darkly against me before pulling away enough to speak to me, "Such a picky demanding little human." He tutted me, squeezing my ass tighter in his grip. "Are you in charge?"

"No sir."

"Then shut your mouth like a good little girl and let me enjoy my early morning treat." He dove back in, groaning as his tongue pushed into me. I felt my eyes fluttering shut as my back arched slightly. Every flick, long drag, and groan from him drove me closer and closer to the edge he was looking for. 

A tight coil in my stomach was spreading heat through my body as he pulled me off the wall and used his inhuman strength to walk us to the bed without stopping his assault.

I whined desperately when he stopped to lay me down. "Head on the pillows, pretty girl. Now." I moved without second thought as he ripped his shirt off. "Spread your legs." 

He looked like a God, pulling his long red hair into a leather before getting onto the bed and between my legs. His head was straight back at my cunt as he looked up at me.

"You and your sister are interesting little creatures, y/n." He licked my core again, my head falling back as I watched him from my propped up position on my elbows. "For two humans who hate fae enough to kill one, you're both more than happy here. Especially you judging by how wet this pretty pussy is." 

I would have smacked him had he not taken that exact moment to push a single long thick finger into me and curled it up. I cried out his name softly making him chuckle. "So desperate for me to let you cum, aren't you little bunny?" I felt a haze set in with his words and his finger beginning to push in and out of me, curling for that perfect spot every time. "Of course you are. Don't worry, baby. We both know I'm more than capable of taking care of you."

Lucien put another finger in, the stretch burning slightly as I moaned loudly. His mouth reattached to my clit, forming a vacuum to keep that sensitive bud in contact with his tongue and mouth. He circled it, flicked at it, and gently nipped at it as his fingers picked up pace.

"Lucien," I felt his name start to fall from my lips like a prayer, "Lucien, please." He chuckled again, knowing I couldn't find bliss with his permission. Knowing he had trained me so well within the past month that he had made my pleasure strictly his.

I began to whine and moan, breathing rapid but heavy. I was seconds from breaking his rules. I could feel myself tipping over the edge. I could feel myself sqeezing his fingers tightly, my clit becoming more sensitive as he continued his onslaught, but anytime that coil threatened to snap this morning, he'd slow down. Changing the flick of his tongue, fingers no longer hitting that special spot. I cried loudly, causing him to chuckle against me.

"Gods Lucien, please. I'm sorry! I'm sorry about what happened last night." I knew he wanted an apology. I knew this early morning attack was due to my choices during the celebration last night. My confirmation came when he kept his fingers going but pulled his mouth off of me.

"And what exactly happened to make you sorry, bunny?" Gods he was torturing me, fingers dancing tapping and pressing harshly inside me. I felt myself twitch and squeeze the digits again as I whimpered something that sounded close to his name. "Don't you fucking cum. Only good girls get to cum."

I whined, head thrown back, back arched. "I'm sorry I left my room. I'm sorry I talked to the dark haired male. I'm sorry I didn't listen. I just needed you. Gods, I need you. Please, sir please."

He hummed softly. "Someone else could have claimed you and taken you as their prize for the night," his thumb came to my clit, rubbing circles as he moved back up my body. He smirked as he looked me over. "Do you understand how dangerous that was?" I nodded. "Do you understand how embarrassed you should have been when I ended up fucking you like a beast on the forest floor?" I smiled and laughed lightly, making him groan. "Look at me, little bunny." 

I raised my eyes to him, feeling more wetness start to drip out of me as I thought about Lucien fucking me for hours in the forest. "I'm not sorry about that part. Just the rest," I moaned. "Sir, please."

"Fucking brat," his thumb pushed down harder on my clit and he grabbed and squeezed my throat. "Cum. Cum for me like you did over and over last night."

At his words, the coil snapped. I felt myself begin to ride his hand as I screamed his name. I felt him lean into my ear and begin whispering gently.

"Just like that, y/n. Gods you are doing so well, beautiful. Keep riding my hand and fingers. Just fucking like that, honey. Good girl. Good fucking girl." His gentle praises had me whining, tears coming to my eyes as he prolonged my high by continuing his attack on my core. "I love you," he whispered. 

"I love you," I whispered back as the last wave hit me and left my legs shaking. "I love you so much."

He smiled and leaned his forehead against mine. "I'm going to pull my fingers out, okay?" He moved his hand and brought his glistening fingers to my lips, "Clean me off, baby." He groaned as he pushed his two digits into my mouth. 

My tongue swirled around them, lapping at every ounce of my essence as we maintained eye contact. He pulled my fingers from his mouth before leaning down to kiss me. 

"I am sorry about last night. I don't know what happened. I just.. I thought I heard you calling for me. I ignored it. I really did, and then everything got warm and I needed to be with you. I felt like I was on fire. Like if I didn't find you it'd never stop."

He nodded and hummed, an eyebrow raised as he studied my face. "Interesting. It would appear the Rite called you to me. If you ever see the dark haired male again though, you do not approach him. Am I understood?" I nodded again and agreed as I ran my hands up and down his arms. 

He kissed me tenderly. "I think we should just move your things into my room today. Let's get dressed and go to breakfast. We'll see what Tam and Fey are doing, then maybe get started on that?" 

"Only if we're going to torment them extensively in the process."

Lucien's smile was feral, eye ablaze with a post lust high and amusement, "Always."

[lady-ashfade]

My Oath

day six of celebration marathon

Percy Jackson x platonic!demigod!reader. (God of the unknown because I can’t help myself, he is a oc of mine for my pjo series)

-£ plot: Your father has learned of a new forbidden child. As his number one he sends you to do his bidding. until your loyalty is challenged.

-words: 1k

-£part two?

-£ warnings: angst, plot of murder, new plot, slight spoilers for readers father in “a love watered by blood”, god of the unknown, (Big spoilers. Reader is sent to kill Pecy) , also the song from Epic:the Troy sagas “the horse and the infant” is what this is based off of.

you were no oath breaker.

you bowed at your fathers feet as he sat upon his throne. the place you called home was dark and misty, your fathers doing, it was a place of mistrust but undying loyalty to him. it was you who was called on often as you served at his hand, you proved your worth as a demigod and you became something more when he took you into his ranks. no other gods dared to speak to him and he liked it that way, no fuss or chatting.

they had many secrets. and he could spill them all.

he hated his “family” and they knew it. wars have been taught over centuries and he picked a side with little care. but he did love secrets and nothing was kept from him even in the smallest corner in the world. every whisper was his to hear.

“what is needed of me.” your eyes stayed on the marble floor beneath your knee, your arms thrown over and await his command.

“i have found a forbidden child, again,” he picked at his nails, his body slumped against the throne.

“a son of poseidon, perseus jackson. make his death quick, but i don’t care if it’s painful.”

you slowly looked up at him, you examined his calm and carelessness behavior. a forbidden child was not unheard of to you, as you have been sent to watch a few over the many years. killing was easy for you, no harm came to your mind as the thought of displeasing your father outweighed any death you caused by your hands.

“tell me where to go.” you agreed to the quest.

earth was a strange place, especially since you grew up in a different time. though you watched the mortal realm in the mirror in your room, finding peaceful places and happy memories being created. but it was a curse, no matter how hard you tried to fight it, when your eyes closed you would dream about the horrors of life. maybe it was a way of life getting back at you for being the cause of destruction— a weapon to be used.

creeping into the apartment building, the widow was not able to keep you out since you had many tools. you’ve done things like this, sneak and kill, return and repeat at his command. you never failed— in fear of being destroyed yourself, a gods wrath was a hard punishment for anyone.

the room was dark and only the light from the moon shined in, making things noticeable. the clothes sticked to your skin from the weather that night. drawling your dagger, preparing to kill your next victim and without causing destress or a fight. but it wasn’t a man you saw. it wasn’t a bed.

it was a crib, a few shells hanging above the babes sleeping body.

stepping back in shock and hesitation you stare at the infant. he was so small. he looked healthily. how is he going to cause any harm? you couldn’t kill a child- a baby. someone unwilling to make decisions for themselves. your doubts and thoughts caused your ears to start ringing, the drums getting pressure built on them.

“I can sense you have your doubts,” the deep voice makes your body shiver and look down at the bracelet on your wrist. the only thing your father gifted you, a silver band with a mirror attached in the center. he could see what was happening anytime without fail. all mirrors are a portal for his eyes.

“He’s just a boy- what kind of threat does he pose?” you kept your voice low and hushed to not awake the mother of the babe.

“he is a forbidden child, you know what that entails. you’ve seen it with your own eyes the damage they cause, the wars started with unfair advantages. that child will grow into a soldier, cause chaos everywhere he steps and gets good people killed. you know I am right.” each point he made was the same he used before to justify his actions.

“don’t make me do this.” you plead. you’ve never begged before, never spared a life in all your years. but never, have you been sent to kill someone so innocent.

“you dare beg for his life to be spared? I have given you a order, so do it.”  your father snarled. not many times were you under his accusative tone. you could hear his voice echoing through the throne room along with a slam of his hand.

“i have done everything you asked of me,” you sounded so small in defeat, “but I can not do this.”

just like that you were willing to risk everything you have built. a place at your fathers feet, above others. a place to live and thrive. and for what? the answer is when you looked at him there is nothing to defend, nothing but a open book waiting to be filled.

“you don’t have a choice,” he roared through the mirror and you could feel the vibration. “kill him, now.” he demanded as his nails scratched at the chair he seat mighty on.

“after years of faithful service, I obeyed every order and command, I live alone each day in a room filled with people. you may have made me for a weapon to use, to do your job for you but I will no longer be a slave.” for the first time you spoke back.

“one day he will die, but not by my hands.” taking the watch on your hand and slipping it off of you, then letting it fall to the ground. the last thing you see is your father shouting at you, his face grim and frustrated. stomping your foot on the floor you break the glass, the item becomes useless.

glancing over to the babe who looked peaceful and wrapped up in a tight blanket. it’s been forever since you were this close to a baby. as a little girl you wished for a family of your own, only you had a life of a demigod.

but looking at him made you sick to your stomach. a pit of anger for the boy who had cost you everything. the world was his to explore.

you were left with no home, no family to go to. and you had broken a oath. you swore yourself to never fail a quest or go against his wishes but you had, for a son of poseidon?— world must have been coming to a end.

you tried to hate him, you really did. but there was no one left to fight for. the decision was yours to make, his life was worth more then yours could ever be. you left quickly after that, afraid you had been to loud.

and one day, you’ll meet the boy he became.

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[thesharkwhalewhoohooooo]

Bridet x fem! Oc

“Your mommy is going away for a while my little teacup, so don’t fret it.” Red nodded, holding onto her mother’s dress as the woman walked through the halls.

“Have you picked out an outfit yet? Your grandparents are coming over soon!” Red’s eyes widened, looking up at her mother with an open jaw.

“Gramma’s coming?! I haven’t picked out an outfit yet?!” She started dragging her mother to her room, Bridget followed her with an amused smile.

“You’ll look wonderful in anything my heart, please don’t think too much!” She chuckled as Red started rummaging through her closet with haste.

“Will Mama be there?” Bridget’s chuckles disappeared, and she looked down at her hands with a small frown.

“No sweets, she’ll be away for a long while…” the queen trialed off, staring blankly at the floor as she recalled her own desperate attempts to search for her wife.

“Oh… well she’ll be back soon! She can’t leave us for more than a few days!” Red’s giggles filled the room, and Bridget was painfully reminded to the fact that her wife wasn’t going to be able to get back anytime soon.

“Of course she’ll be sweets, now show me what you’re going to wear!”

-

“So, now that Odette has left, any suitors?” Her mother asked, arching a brow at her daughter whose hands stilled.

“Mom, you know why she’s not here, can we not do this in front of Red?” Red looked up at her name being called, happily skipping over to her mom with a bright grin.

“Gramps favourite is this one!” She proudly showed one of her drawings, and the Queen patted her head with a smile.

“Of course it is! Anything you make should be in the museum!” Red grinned even wider and ran back to her grandfather, Bridget turning back to her mother.

“You know she’s incapable of returning any time soon, so why do you think i’ll remarry?” Her mother shrugged, taking a sip of her wine and twirling it lazily.

“Purely because i’m worried, maybe she just left because she didn’t want to be here anymore? She has another kingdom to take care of, you know that.” Her grip on her cutlery tightened, eyes narrowing at her predecessor.

“Mom, i’m not replacing Odette, just because that man has captured her doesn’t mean our marriage is annulled.” The elder woman arched a brow.

“Then why isn’t she back yet? True love breaks all bounds, even the strongest curses placed upon them, so why isn’t she here? It’s time to look for another suitor sweetheart.” Bridget gritted her teeth, glaring at her mother.

“No. It’s the true love’s kiss that voids any magic, now get out of my castle before i’ll do something I won’t regret.” The woman scoffed, sipping her wine as she looked at her daughter sceptically.

“Really? You? The sweetest Queen of Hearts in history? I don’t believe it. Besides, we’re here for our granddaughter.” Bridget stood up, placing her cutlery down and staring down at the former queen.

“Guards! Off with her head!” The guards were startled, they were never called upon for something other than to go get Red off of somewhere the queen couldn’t reach, or to go get something akin to flowers or sweets.

They hesitated, glancing at one another before rushing to take the baffled elder from the dining hall.

Her father rushed up to her, eyes wide as he looked at his wife being dragged away.

“What have you done Bridget? We didn’t raise you like this-!”

“Well, she was talking about me forgetting about Odette, so, if you think alike…?” Her father took a step back, staring at her horrified.

“We didn’t raise you like this.” He repeated, hurrying out of the room, Red standing next to her mother and staring with wide eyes.

“What does off with your head mean mom?” The queen looked down at the 7 year old, sighing as she picked her up and booped her nose.

“Something very bad, you mustn’t say it!”

-

“Day… what was it?” Red flipped the page ti her diary, checking the former day. “Day 362, it’s almost been 10 years since the first execution, and it’s the same day my mother was declared missing, well, to the kingdom, not to me.” She scribbled down, muttering the words to herself as she laid on her heart shaped bed.

“I remember showing my drawing to my gramps, then all of a sudden, the queen shot up and ordered for grams to be executed, then she told me her iconic phrase was a ‘bad word’. Why has she been saying it non stop then?” She rolled her eyes at the irony.

“My mom’s supposed ‘trip’ has not ended yet, but i’ve heard from some older maids that she won’t come back ever, and that some old creep placed a curse on her… Doesn’t a true love’s kiss break all that? I mean do we even know where she is?! I know she’s at some guy’s castle, I think he’s called Rothbart? And that he’s the mage that cursed her, seems likely, but where is he?! Also, apparently my mother was the sole heir to the kingdom of king William, but now that she’s gone indefinitely, it’s gone to king Derek for safekeeping, who is apparently a douche, but there are rumours that he’s a changed man after his wife gave birth to a daughter, so that’s that, maybe he’ll find mom?” She placed her pen down on the notebook, rolling her eyes at the thought before she closed it and slid it under her bed, sitting up.

“Breakfast!” One of the maids knocked on her door, and Red rushed out, grinning at the woman, who gave her an unimpressed look.

“It’s 4 in the afternoon princess, this isn’t breakfast.” She held the tray, handing it over to the princess who smirked.

“Breakfast is a condept.”

“It is not a concept majesty, definitely not. Your tutoring with Maddox has been cancelled, one of his inventions exploded once again.” Red frowned, she’ll have to check on him, before grinning at the woman and going back into her room.

“Breakfast is a concept.” She grumbled, plopping back down on her bed and pulling off her shirt, that she had only put on for formality.

“It’s not like it’s that late.” She glanced at the clock that had 12 pointers, all pointing in different directions, but never all spread out evenly.

“Okay so it is 4, but who cares man!” She whined, falling back onto her back and closing her eyes.

“Mh, I should go spook some guards.” She quickly changed, rolling up the carpet in her bathroom a bit, and jumping into the hole it opened up, she placed the carpet back down, which had a stone on it so you wouldn’t fall through.

She navigated the lowly lit up halls as if it was her second home, which, in a way, it was, before she got to the guard’s canteen.

The few painting that there were in that huge room, one of them had the halls behind it, and Red slightly cracked it open to try hear how many there were.

She used her magic to light a firecracker, throwing it as far as she could through the small gap, then quickly throwing a smoke bomb after.

Slipping in and out of the canteen was easy, especially since it was all chaos now, and she quickly made her way to the Royal Portrait Hall, where the only picture of her mother hung.

“Wowza, there’s another painting of her?” Red stopped in her tracks when she spotted a tiny painting in the midst of all the others, she quickly pocketed it and made her way to the big portrait of the Queen and the Queen’s consort.

“Hey mama, wanna guess who got beheaded today? The guards were all over it! Jack of diamonds! He was the captain of the East wing, mom’s quarters, she was really mad when something vandalised the wall of her rose garden… even though I’d say i’m a pretty good artist.” She placed her fingers to her lips as if to say ‘keep it between us’, as she stared up at the blonde woman, standing behind the Queen, both smiling as they looked at her.

“Does your curse have a time limit? Why can’t you come home?” She looked down at the ground, kicking at nothing in particular.

“I snatched a painting of yours off of the wall, d’you think she’ll mind?” She showed the tiny portrait, which was of Odette, sitting at a huge lake at night.

“It’s a really good painting, I heard from Maddox that you like to wander around at night, I do the same! But we probably don’t do the same things on these walks…” Red trialed off, staring at the face of a Mother she once knew.

“I hope Mom’ll turn back into herself once you return, I don’t think she’ll have all that many subjects left to kill off soon. It’s been almost 10 years… seems like a good way to dramatically reappear, right? Also, apparently you’ve been kidnapped by Rothbart?? Who is that loser.”

The Queen of Hearts stared at her daughter as she talked to the portrait of her and her wife, silently standing at the end of the hall with her hands in front of her, listening intently.

She quickly left soon after, going back to her study where she grabbed her phone and dialed to king Derek, who answered after the third ring.

“Bridget? You never call, what’s up?” The man certainly had matured and stopped being a dick, but unfortunately for him, Bridget wasn’t all that sweet anymore.

“Check up on Rothbart, he had Odette, you know she’s cursed, so look at the animals, furniture, anything, anything that moves or acts human.” Derek sighed, he had already done it once.

“Sure… but i’ll have to do it tonight, because my girl’s 14th is tomorrow, and I have to prepare her gift.” Bridget rolled her eyes.

“Of course, put haste to it will you.”

-

Derek arrived at the tower a few hours later, a bit before midnight.

The path he walked took him past a lake, where the same swan as all those years ago raced up to him, flapping its wings.

He sighed, crouching by the lake as he watched the swan with a smile.

“Y’know, you remind me of someone…” he trialed off, eyes widening when water covered the swan.

The water grew, and eventually splashed off of the woman, who quickly walked up to land and fell into his arms, hugging him tightly.

“Derek, please, take me back to Bridget right now, we only have a few hours before the sun comes up.” She looked down at the turtle and the frog by her feet, quickly picking them up and staring at the man with wide, hurrying eyes.

“Uh- right! Come on!” They ran, Odette was slower because she wasn’t used to it anymore, holding up her white dress, her blonde hair longer than before, which was expected by 10 years of absence.

“Why do we have to hurry?” Derek asked as they both sat on his horse, hurrying towards the rabbit hole he had in his kingdom, which also wasn’t apart of Auradon, as well as William’s kingdom.

“Well I don’t think that Bridget wants our first kiss back together to be with a swan, now does she?” Derek quickly nodded, spurring his dearest horse on further.

“Call Bridget, so she won’t stop us when entering.” He handed his phone to her, and she stared at it for a while.

“Derek. I wasn’t around for 10 years, the last thing I remember was the landline.” The man pursed his lips, right, he forgot.

“Riighhhtt, i’ll dial, have I told you about my daughter? She’s the cutest, she looks so much like my wife!” Odette rolled her eyes, shoving the phone back to him.

“Derek, dial Bridget for god’s sake.”

“…right, you don’t want to hear about my daughter-?

“Later Derek, later.”

“Bridget? Hi! Yeah, so, you were right.”

“Of course I am, about what?”

“I found Odette, she was cursed to be a swan, she’s human now! But until the sun comes up..?” He trialed off, unsure of his words as Bridget yelled at him to elaborate.

He quickly handed the phone off to Odette, who chuckled.

Bridget fell silent at the sound, almost chocking on air.

“Hi my Baker, how are you?” Bridget felt like crying, even though she was sitting in her bed and Derek called at an ungodly hour, again.

“You’re real?”

“I hope so sweetheart, now if you could maybe wait on me at the rabbit hole? Or you’ll have to kiss a swan… not the best experience, but it’ll even out the score.” Odette shrugged, the forest next to Derek’s castle coming in sight, the sun would be coming up in a few hours.

“Oh! Uh- yes! Yes i’ll be there in a second!” Bridget rushed to get up and get dressed, running through the castle to get to the first vehicle she saw, her trusted truck.

She quickly stepped in and stepped on the gas, screeching through the wonderlandian streets, the famed Red Runner watching her go with a frown.

“Uh… what the fuck??” Red narrowed her eyes as she saw the headlights slowly leave her sight.

She quickly followed, grabbing her bike and turning on the ignition, racing after the Queen.

-

“Odette!” Bridget embraced her tightly, Odette smiled as she placed her chin on Bridget’s.

“Hi sweetheart, good morning.” Bridget smiled into her neck, leaning back a bit to stare at her wife.

“You’re back…” she trialed off, eyes wide with tears.

“I’m back, so, what horrifying things have you done in my absence? Derek filled me in.” She pointed behind her at the man, who sheepishly waved when the Queen glared at him.

“Shut up! You have until the sun comes up right? Well we should hurry up!” Odette looked through the dense woods, seeing a bright light approaching, so she quickly pressed her lips against Bridget’s.

Even though it was supposed to be a quick peck, it soon turned into a slow, passionate kiss filled with their due love for one another, lost nights returning with more to find.

“Mama!” Odette parted from Bridget, looking up at the girl who jumped off of a motorcycle and let it slide through the bright yellow grass, the trees around them slowly lighting up in purple and pink as the dawn soon approached.

“Red?” The girl had tears in her eyes as she buried her face into her mom’s chest, almost crunching her in the hug.

“Well you’ve certainly grown.” The princess grinned against her collarbone, gripping onto her dress as if she was going to disappear.

“So you’re not awake at 3 but you’re awake at 5?” Bridget frowned, staring at her daughter who glanced at her but looked away in favour of clinging to her mom.

“Well, everyone has their priorities?” Derek piped up, and Odette rolled her eyes.

“Derek, go get the gift for your daughter ready.”

“So you were listening!”

-

“And so mom started beheading people! Also she chased Cheshire away and maddened the mad hatter even more.” She threw in the last sentence, and Odette’s eyes widened.

“Well it’s good to be back… is the jack of Diamonds still here at least? He was my favourite- don’t tell me.” Odette closed her eyes when she saw Red grimace.

“Yesterday morning, someone vandalised a wall of the castle-.”

“You mean you vandalised a wall of the castle.” Red rolled her eyes and fell back on the couch.

“Details! Details…” she waved it off, and Odette looked around.

“Very dark decor, not very Bridget-y. You remember Chloe? She’d love to meet you.” Red tilted her head, trying to remember the girl.

“Charming?”

“Yeah, you two were bickering the whole time you two had play dates, it was humorous.” The princess groaned, closing her eyes.

“Wait- did you two-?” Red came to an unsettling revelation once she had thought for a bit too long, gesturing at Odette and Bridget, who had just entered.

“No, we did not.” Odette rolled her eyes at the insinuation, and Red sighed in relief.

“Hello darling.” Bridget smiled as she approached, Red slightly creeped out by it.

“Good morning my love, Red was just filling me in on every atrocity you’ve committed.” The queen sighed as she sat down ‘next’ to Odette, more like in her lap.

“Well, I suppose I can only try excusing myself from that.” Red scoffed, indicating that it’ll be a difficult task.

“Maybe annul some of your ridiculous rules and curfews.”

“Curfews? Well, I thought you were the one that said that curfews were suggestions?” The queen looked away from Red’s piercing eyes, pulling out a letter.

“It’s an invitation, to attent Auradon Prep.”

“Well, since you’ve grown a heart, I think you’ll let me go?”

-

“Derek.” Odette sighed when the man came up to her at Auradon Prep, brightly smiling as he pointed at his eldest daughter, who was also 17.

“Look at her! Isn’t she the prettiest girl here?” He looked at Odette, who merely shook her head.

“No, that’s my girls, your girls are second.”

“What?! Come here! We’ll fight it out!” He got ready to swing, punching the air in front of Odette.

“Oh wow, how incredibly scary.” She splashed him with water that she saw sitting in a glass, and he gaped at her.

“What?”

“You can manipulate water now?! Oh my god can he curse me too?”

“You want a stalker.” Odette gave him a judging look, crossing her arms.

“Uh… no?”

“Mama! Mama look!” Red pulled at her arm, pointing at the fairies.

“Real fairies…” She trialed off, Odette sighed and placed a hand in front of her eyes.

“Don’t stare Red, it’s unmannered.” Red rolled her eyes, and pushed her hand away.

“Who’s that?” She pointed at the Charming family.

“Don’t point, and that’s Ella and Chloe.”she smiled, quickly jabbing Derek in the ribs before making her way over with Red.

“Ella!” She smiled at the woman, who turned around with wide eyes.

“You’re back! Can I ask what-.”

“Since when do you ask?” Odette smiled at the fellow queen, who sighed at her.

“Of course you’d say that, but what kind of curse were you under?” Chloe looked up at that, eyes wide as she noticed Odette.

“He turned me into a swan, very fitting, but now I have feathers behind my ears and…” She showed her neck and shoulders, stark white feathers going from a thick density to scattered around, then showing off the longer feathers at the back of her ears.

“It’s awful to wash it, but that’s all.” Chloe’s eyes nearly fell out.

“Aunt Odette! You’re back!” Chloe smiled as she hugged her, Odette smiled down at her and patted her back.

“Mhm, i’m back, unfortunately.” She glanced at Derek, who glared at her, knowing she was saying something about him.

“Still up to your antics huh? What did your parents think when they set you two up?”

“Probably not for him to be like a little brother.”

-

“My sweets, put the cards down.” Odette placed a hand on the Queen’s wrist, who was nervously fiddling with the cards, she was so scared that someone would say something about her tyranny.

“Am I boring you two?” Principal Uma called them out, and Odette smiled politely, the octopus arching a brow at the feathers.

“Actually, you are.” Bridget stood up, and Odette sighed at her antics, shrugging at Uma when she cast her a confused glance.

“Mom no!” Red’s voice called out, but Bridget only threw her cards up to turn into bubble hearts, looking at Odette with a smile, and then at Red, her smile broadening.

“I’m so happy that my daughter gets to go to this school, and I hope for nothing more than the best time for all of you.” Odette chuckled, standing up and wrapping an arms around Bridget’s waist, kissing the side of her forehead with a smile.

“Well? Why are you such a statue Red?” Odette looked at her sceptically, she knew that the sudden switch up was weird, but why did she look at her so confused.

Red hugged them, but it felt weird, not like the desperate clinging from a few days ago, but unfamiliar, as if Odette was a stranger invading her privacy, that hurt, she knew that she missed a lot.

“Let’s go talk a bit away Sweets.” She mumbled to Bridget, who quickly nodded and grabbed Red’s wrist, dragging her with as Odette chuckled once more.

She looked over at Chloe with a smile, eyes narrowing when hers followed Red’s departure.

“So, you do have a thing for my daughter, huh?” Chloe looked up at her, clearly caught.

“Who are you?” Odette frowned, now she was really hurt.

“You just hugged me a bit ago, all happy I wasn’t cursed anymore, really?” Her frown deepened, something was up with her daughter and Ella.

“Uh-no! I totally remember you- haha!” Odette sighed dejectedly, staring up at the sky sadly.

“Mh, well, my name is Odette, so, nice to meet you again.”

“Oh my god that’s Odette.”

-

“You’re not our daughter.” Odette spoke up, leaning against the doorframe to her daughter’s new dorm, Bridget freaking out over her words.

“Darling! Don’t say that?! Why would you-.”

“You’re right, i’m not, but I am, i’m from a… alternate universe? Where she’s about to stage a violent coup, and you’re… not her wife and certainly not in my life, probably a fling.” Red sat down on her new bed, kicking her feet and staring at the floor.

“Mh, so not much different.”

“Darling I wasn’t married to you?!”

“Well I mean if her first 7 years of her life were awful too, it must’ve meant that the group Rothbart send after me the day of Castlecoming successfully kidnapped me.” The princess nodded, lying down on the bed with a sigh.

“So time travel?” Odette guessed, and Bridget had taken to holding her hand tightly.

“Mhm.”

-

“Darling, don’t you feel sad that she’s leaving so soon after all this?” Bridget asked, shifting to lay even closer to Odette.

“Of course I do, I wasn’t there for 10 years and now when I am she’s gone, but… well i’m more sad that our Red is gone, she doesn’t remember anything from when I was there, and that hurts the most.” The redhead hummed, staring at their intertwined hands in thought.

“I… feel the same, in a way, I physically was here, but mentally I couldn’t live another day without you, so I checked out for my own sake, somehow I feel like i’ve missed those 10 years too, but now she only knows those 10 years, nothing will make her remember all that time.” Odette stroked her hair, staring up at the ceiling sadly.

“Well, as much as I want for our Red to come back, she won’t, and this Red took her place, so we’ll try help her as much as we can.”

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what happened to just messing around? pt.2

paige bueckers x oc

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“You hate pomegranates?”

“I like peaches.”

“Wasn't my question, but I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

Hailey snaps her head towards Paige, trying to find out what she meant by ‘next time’. She brushes it off as a figure of speech.

Paige remains unaware of Hailey’s stare and continues to play with the cat in her lap, petting its head gently, and Hailey bites back a smile at the sight.

Hailey ignores the way Paige’s scent is starting to stain her sheets. She ignores how their time spent together is past the limit of their initial agreement. She ignores how Paige is still in her room, and brushes off the fact that it's a weekday when they agreed to meet only on weekends.

“You're staring.”

And that snaps Hailey out of her trance, “I was simply wondering why you’ve been smiling much.”

“I’m feeling happy today.”

“Because of me?” Hailey teases.

Paige doesn't say anything, but the way her eyes soften gives Hailey the answer.

“Would you like anything for breakfast?” Paige stands up and opens her cupboards, “I can cook pancakes, eggs and bacon if you’d like.”

Hailey bites her bottom lip, she knows she shouldn't stay. This is getting too intimate. Maybe she’s just overthinking. Maybe this is Paige’s farewell before she ghosts her for Lord knows how long.

“I may have to decline your offer, unfortunately.” Paige’s cat, Koi, paws its way to Hailey and begins rubbing on her shins, “Wouldn't wanna take up more of your time. I really appreciate it, though.”

Paige’s eyes soften and she breathes out a sigh, “Alright. I’ll walk you out?”

“Yeah.”

Hailey gathers her belongings and begins walking out with Paige trailing behind her.

“I’ll see you this weekend?”

“You have my number.” Paige smiles, “You took the bus?” she asks, looking over Hailey’s shoulder, searching for her car.

“I walked.”

Paige hums, “Wait here.” she goes back inside, leaving Hailey standing at her porch. Hailey twiddles with the string of her joggers. She raises her head up when she hears the jingle of keys.

“Paige, you don't have to.” Hailey says, even though she knows she’s not getting her way as hard as she tries.

“Not taking no for an answer!” Paige connects their hands and looks at Hailey with a glint in her eyes. Paige opens the passenger car door for Hailey. Hailey tucks her hair behind her ear, trying to hide the small smile forming on her lips.

Once in her seat, Paige hands Hailey her phone open on Spotify, indicating for her to choose a song.

Hailey skims through Paige’s playlists and chooses “Me & You Together Song” by The 1975.

The car ride concluded with a lot of singing and discussing the new Taylor Swift album. Paige was never a big fan of Taylor Swift, but Hailey got her into many of her songs. Paige's favourite album being 1989.

“Stay seated.” Paige tells her. Hailey watches Paige go around the car to open the car door for her with that stupid smile on her face.

“Milady,” Paige bows and Hailey can't help but slightly shove her.

“Such a gentleman.”

Paige winks at her and follows Hailey to her door. Paige puts her hands in her pockets, not knowing where else to put them. She thought about resting them on Hailey's waist but wasn't sure what her reaction would be so she went with the safer option.

Paige stops at her porch, her confident demeanor gone and all Hailey sees is a timid girl, unsure of what's to happen next.

“Thank you for giving me a ride home.”

“Anytime, Hailey. I'll see you next weekend?”

“Yeah.”

Paige gives her a small smile and slowly turns to leave. Hailey, in the moment, reaches for Paige's hand, squeezing, causing Paige to turn her head.

Hailey leans in, kissing Paige on the corner of her lips. Paige remains frozen in her spot, afraid the moment will end when she moves.

Hailey leans away, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear, “Bye.” and she swiftly closes the door, leaving Paige agape on her doorstep.

Legend says, Paige is still frozen.

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