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*~Period Drama~* Tuesday

A/N: SCREAMS. I am...SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG. We had to do double time to move out of our house since our landlords decided to fucking sell the property so we had to LEAVE. But it's done and I'm very happy with it and I hope you like it too. Enjoy~! Word Count: 6.7K Warnings: She/They Pronouns OC, Lilia does look and poke at Yuu's genitals Pairings: YuuxJamilxAzulxMalleus (Poly), (Sebek/Silver in the corner) ~Taglist (At this point I'm just adding everyone I've found who was interested in the fic XD) @twistedcece @deltrea @krenenbaker @koebishrimpuwu @cat100200 @emyluwinter @obsessionswithfandoms @ady-hilborn @lucid-stories @girl-nahh-two @itz-hydrodeptus-foxy7 @chyluna @riddlesimps @death-the-jo @a-twistedheartslonging @qixlin @chaosistheonlyway @welcome-to-my-horde @abell2029cluster @kirans-wonderland @coffee-or-hot-cocoa @the-ace-reader @iamsoconfusedallofthetime @chroniccorvus @marvelous-maxi @prolonged-eyecontact @lozplayer @jabberwocky-warrior @thateldribitch @bun-lapin @mel1rose @ladyraeka @ladyzsgolla Start, Part 2 (Octavinelle), Part 3 (Heartslabyul), Part 4 (Savanaclaw), Part 4.5 (Diasomnia pt1), Part 5 (Here), Part 6 (Pomefiore), Part 7 (Scarabia)

Malleus almost always forgot he even owned a phone, meaning he basically never texted Yuu. So when his personalized text tone played Yuu was quick to stop their sobbing and open his message.

‘May I see you tomorrow?’

Short, simple, sweet, and weirdly formal. Yuu smiled, typing back quickly before the horned fae forgot he owned a phone again.

‘Sure babes. Sorry ive been mia the past few days. Not feeling well. Ill explain when i see you tomorrow.’

‘I should hope so.’

Okay, vaguely rude.

When Malleus had said tomorrow, Yuu assumed he meant during lunch or after classes. Instead, he showed up on their doorstep with his whole family unit and a grumbling Grim in tow at 8am in the goddamn morning. None of them were in uniform, clad in casual comfortable clothing. They clearly planned to spend the whole day with her instead of a simple visit.

She blinks, almost overwhelmed at the sheer…something of the current event, “Hi…It's…really early.”

Lilia smiles, tilting his head as he holds up a large and slightly weathered first aid bag, “We brought gauze!”

Silver holds out his arms, the dire beast scowling but unmoving in his grip, “And Grim.”

“Oh, what beautiful treasures…”

“Enough beating around the unwanted bush.” Malleus steps forward, hands reaching to clasp around Yuu's. Looking into their surprised eyes with determination, “What is this illness and how can I help ease you of it?”

Yuu snorted, closing her eyes in an effort to not start laughing at how seriously Malleus was taking their ‘ailment’, “It'll…It'll pass with time, Malleus. But, luckily, I'm actually feeling a lot better than yesterday.” They step to the side, managing to pull a hand free from Malleus's grip to gesture for the Diasomnia family to enter.

Silver nods his head in thanks, walking into the hall to place Grim down. The cat quickly running further in the house, remarking Yuu still smelled weird, “That's good to hear. Did you use a form of medicine to ease your symptoms?”

Yuu closes the door behind them, Malleus already firmly attached to their side. No doubt the smell of their blood making him hyper-aware of their every movement, “Yeah. Crewel gave me a lecture and a pain potion when he brought me dinner last night. Plus the guttural sobbing I've been doing. But, I think it was mainly because I finally took that body cleansing shit…”

The beat of silence almost makes Yuu burst into laughter again, the four males all looking a level of stunned before Silver shakingly spoke.

“A-ah…That's...good?”

“Yeah, it really realigned my chakras or something.”

“Okay?”

“Yuu, could you tell us exactly what is going on?” Lilia's smile was strained. He had spent most of last night racking his memory of various illnesses. Any that he knew of that dealt with bleeding were things that would have killed Yuu within the hour if they had reached that stage. But to know they'd been bleeding for days? Whatever they had managed to catch was cause for concern. But now knowing it was causing other ailments…it was either a truly deadly disease or it was evolving into one…

“Oh, it's nothing serious. Just the muscles that are causing all this-” Yuu makes a vague gesture to their lower anatomy, “- are the same muscles that handle pooping. So…it was expected to happen…”

There was another beat of silence, each male looking at Yuu's stomach, placing the pieces together slowly as they realized she gestured below her stomach.

“Why…why did you…gesture…down there?” Silver spoke slowly, eyes making quick glances between Yuu's crotch, then to Malleus's blank face, then to Sebek's tearfully bewildered expression. Is…are they…?

Malleus says what all of them were fearfully thinking, “Is the blood coming out of you from your nethers!?”

“Ye.”

Lilia stood still, eyes wide as he openly stared at Yuu's crotch. This was…he had never heard of such a thing…

Malleus's hands quickly grabbed at Yuu's hips, magic flowing from his fingers in his panicked attempts to heal what he could only fear was internal ripping, “Why did no one tell me!?”

“I don't think you should be bleeding from there, Yuu?”

“Silver. Words can not describe how badly I wish I wasn't. But, sadly, yeah, this is completely natural for me to do. I wish I wasn't. I am so full of fucking hatred right now, I am a literal danger to my and everyone else's safety.”

Lilia made quiet work of prying Malleus off of Yuu, though he was clearly still concerned himself, “It's natural to bleed out of your nethers?”

“Where I'm from? Unfortunately yes.” Yuu shrugs, holding Malleus's hand as the horned fae tried to reattach himself to their side, “The pussy is a curse and the price must be paid in blood sadly.” They say it with a level of nonchalance that only has the Diasomnia crew looking at them in worry.

Malleus grips tighter to Yuu's hand, raising it to press a gentle kiss to their knuckles, “Please, there has to be something that can be done to ease this curse…”

“...” Yuu pulled Malleus to the living room, showing the plethora of blankets and pillows on the floor. Empty bottle and snack wrappers pushed to a corner of the rug in an effort to keep the cozy area of the floor clear. Yuu gestures to the darkened room, heavy curtains closed to enhance the perfect sleep environment, “You guys can do whatever around the house. But, if you wanna join me, I was about to lay down in the dark listening to sad music and take a nap.”

Sebek sneers, eyes squinted as he mumbled out, “It's 8am…?”

Yuu whips around, ignoring Malleus's worried fretting for their neck, “Hey, Sebek? You don't need to fucking be here.”

Sebek's sneer turned into a deep frown, his expression clearly showing how badly he wanted to yell back. But with their ‘illness’, plus Malleus's protective stance, he knew he'd quicker be scolded than actually get a sentence out.

“Wow, you are more full of hate. You normally let Sebek get at least four sentences out before telling him to be quiet.” Silver moves to sit on the couch, only to realize that Yuu had removed all of the larger cushions and used them as padding for the floor.

Malleus looked over the sad state of his lover's nest, frowning before he pulled Yuu closer to ask them quietly, “Would you mind if I fixed your nest? This looks…barely functional.”

Yuu smiles, bringing a hand up to pat Malleus's face gently, “Do as you please, Peligroso.”

Malleus kisses their palm before moving toward the mash-up of cushions, blankets, and - to his distaste - bloody towels. He first deconstructed the mess, organizing the materials he had before coming to the conclusion he needed more.

No one tried to stop Malleus as he walked out of the room, his pupils dilated as he busied himself in nest-making.

“Beastie, are you really well? Mundane for you aside, losing that much blood at a steady pace can't be good for you…” The scent of blood was off at that. Fresh blood was concerning enough, but the smell of old blood was not good if one was actively bleeding.

Yuu waves their hand, sneaking a towel from Malleus's separated piles to sit on, “No need to worry Lils; Crewel’s made sure I've been taking iron supplement potions, plus I'm still taking the multivitamin Riddle demanded I start at the beginning of the year once our beef ended.”

Malleus returns, bulks of blankets and pillows floating behind him into the room. He quickly turns a sharp eye toward Yuu, seeing one of the cleaner towels had been taken from his nest piles. But at seeing their smile, he could only sigh and begin building.

Lilia clicks his tongue, holding the old medical bag in his hands, “Well, I'm not sure how useful this gauze is going to be then if it coming out from such an area…I'm not sure you're open to the idea of it…being inserted.”

“I'm not.”

“Fair.” Lilia removed the bag from his shoulder, allowing it to drop to the ground. Walking closer to Malleus, yet still a few feet away, he started to teasingly offer his unwanted opinion of how his ‘mate’ would like the nest to look.

Silver and Sebek took seats on the ground closer to Yuu, the second year pulling the medical bag into his lap as he started to look through it, “While the gauze may be useless, I think there's some pain ointment still in here. Possibly a potion but it's long bitter by now…Oh.”

From inside the bag, Silver pulled out a simple arm cuff attached to a hand pump and dial. It looked old, but the metal holding it together still shined, “Lend me your arm, I want to check your blood pressure.”

“My blood pressure? Why?” Yuu still held their arm out, letting Silver gently clasp the cuff to their lower bicep, “I haven't felt light headed.”

“You might not have noticed if you've been bleeding as long as you have…” he starts to pump the bulb, the cuff growing tighter, “Just see it as a way for me to get peace of mind…”

Silver and Sebek watch the needle, their expressions slowly turning concerned at the reading.

Sebek whispered under his breath, one of his eyes twitching in annoyance as he reread the result, “Why is it high?”

Yuu blinked, looking at the dial before turning to Silver, “Yeah, that's…normal.”

“...Really?”

“I don't know, man. I'm 15, I've never had to know what my normal blood pressure is.”

Silver sighed, deflating the cuff and removing it, “Did you never take notice of it when you went to the doctor for check ups?”

“Silver, baby boy, I haven't been to the doctor since I was in elementary school. Do you not know how expensive a doctor appointment is?”

“I really hate when you say things like that…” Silver still didn't understand how a simple doctor's visit cost money. It was a universal service, all they'd have to do was walk into the nearest office and simply wait.

Yuu hummed, nodding her head, “I forget that you guys have free healthcare here…I kinda just conditioned myself to be ok with dying since the doctor was so expensive where I'm from.”

Silver sighed, fingers pressing against his temple, “Please, curb that habit. For all of our sakes…”

“You got a will to live in there then?”

“...” Silver looks through the bag, managing to pull out an antique-looking locket that held a graying, grainy photo of a confused-looking Malleus on one side and a more vivid photo of a sleeping infant Silver on the other, “I think this is what father uses?”

“Oh my god?” Yuu couldn't stop the bubbling laughter that started when they spoke. They cover their mouth and gently bring the locket closer to look at the photos. Only now do they realize Malleus in the photo has a small circlet of a crown on his forehead. There was no telling how old the photo was, possibly in a time the first camera was even made and Lilia got his hands on one.

They snort, letting the locket swing from their hand and allow Silver to place it back in the bag, “Ok…that works. I now have the strength to carry on.” From the corner of their eye, they can see Sebek's stern gaze staring into the side of their face, “Yes, Sebek? Can you be helped?”

The half-faes's face pinches together harder, lip curling up into a scowl as he looks away briefly. His mild avoidance was short-lived, turning back to Yuu with an expression of concern, “You're…You're okay now, correct?”

At Yuu and Silver's stunned expressions, Sebek grows more timid, thumbs twiddling together as he clasped his hands, “Ace’s texts didn't give much info. But even knowing that…that didn’t transpire, this is still a worrying state of affairs.” Sebek looks up from his hands, staring into Yuu's eyes with steady resolve, “We have our differences more than anything. But I count you as my comrade in ensuring Waka-Sama’s happiness. Your continued good health would be in the best interest of all!”

It was no secret that Yuu and Sebek did not get along. Their first official meeting was a brawl that neither walked away from unscathed (and Sebek left the fight with a secret he'd be taking to his grave under Lilia's instructions). They bickered, fought, and openly slandered each other every chance they got. Truely, the only things keeping them from killing each other were the facts they shared the same friend group and that Yuu was romantically involved with Malleus. Yuu was sure without those factors, Sebek would have actually declared them an enemy of Briar Valley itself.

So to see and hear the other first-year state that he was concerned was jarring at best.

Yuu stared at Sebek, the half-fae looking at them with an open and vulnerable expression as he waited for their truth. Honestly, were they ok? It'd been only a few days but this felt like the worst period Yuu had ever had. And seeing how their flow wasn't easing as it normally would, they were sure it was going to be longer than normal too. They were in pain, everyone was treating them as though they would shatter at the slightest inconvenience. They were free bleeding of all things…but, their friends cared and were each trying to make things better.

Azul and the Tweels had basically tried to cater their every meal, though they kept their distance; mer noses were so sensitive to blood after all. Crewel would come in the evenings with medication and conversation. Riddle was compiling a list of some kind with Jade, but he was using info from their “interview” to figure out ways to ease their symptoms. Ace and Deuce had both swore to actually take notes for once so that they wouldn't fall behind in their classes. Trey had texted a number of times, sneakily trying to gauge their temperament so he could ambush them with baked goods. Cater had sent several photos of wet, angry, disheveled-looking cats with the caption ‘this u?’ whenever they were in a bad mood.

Even just yesterday, Jack had basically appointed himself as their bodyguard, not allowing anyone closer than 2 feet from their person. Ruggie had gone into nursemaid mode and Yuu was mildly terrified at how prepared and willing he was to help them deliver a baby. Even Leona's lazy ass had helped. Held them while they cried all the way to their dorm, calling them at midnight just to check if they were sleeping and not up alone with their thoughts.

And now, the Diasomnia family unit had brought them a first aid kit. Not the correct move, but a show of concern either way. Looking into Sebek's face only cemented how cared for they were by their forged family. Yuu opened their mouth slightly as though to speak, waiting as Sebek perked up, leaning closer to fully hear what they were about to say.

Instead of words, all that escaped Yuu's mouth was a burp that traveled directly into Sebek's face.

The half-fae sputters, annoyance growing at Silver's near silent ‘Excuse you’ to the other human. He wiped at his face as though he could remove the air, growling before he pointed a finger at Yuu's smug little grin, “You should have been killed when your mother birthed you!”

“Sebek.”

Sebek quickly placed his hand in his lap, frowning hard as he looked down in an odd mixture of shame and anger. Malleus had turned around and scolded him almost instantly. The dragon fae was frowning, eyes filled with a disappointment only an older sibling could give. He stared long enough until Sebek finally relented and spoke through gritted teeth at Yuu.

“My deepest apologies. You are injured and I have no reason to…antagonize you. Please, forgive me…”

“Did that hurt to say, Sebek?”

Silver placed a hand on Yuu's shoulder, trying to not sigh or laugh their antics, “Yuu…”

Yuu smiled, tilting their head and nodding, “Apology accepted, Sebek. Just don't be mean to me, okay~?”

Translation; I'm going to milk this for your whole visit.

Sebek's frown curled so tight it could only be called a pout. But seeing how he didn't speak further, Yuu turned to speak directly to the 3rd years only to choke mildly at the new impressive structure taking up space adjacent to the fireplace.

What was once their sad faux floor bed set up was a large blanket nest. Pillows tastefully lining the sides for support and comfort, blankets laid together to cover the couch cushions while some were still free to wrap in. A large throw blanket suspended in the air by magic cloaks the whole structure like an open tent. It looked cozy, it looked inviting. Yuu almost hated how proud Malleus looked of his work.

“...” Yuu rolled their eyes, trying to hide their blush as they turned away from Malleus's increasingly smug face, “Ok, your nest is very impressive. Are you proud of yourself?”

“Not until you are in it.”

Lilia spoke quietly, eyes giving Malleus a playful warning look as he chuckled, “Remember you two, we're here with you…”

Yuu laughs, standing from their towel and stretching, “Alright, nap time.” They take care to place down the towel, climbing into the nest and making themselves comfortable in the structure. They had no actual animal-based DNA, but they felt the need to curl up and sleep for DAYS from their new cozy spot. Malleus had built the nest well.

Opening their eyes, they could barely stop the snort that tried to escape them. Malleus was pressed against the side of the nest, eyes wide and focused on them. Yuu tilted their head, smiling widening as Malleus tilted his head in response, “You wanna join me?”

The question makes Malleus lean back, eyes almost bulging out of his head before he manages to school his features, “So bold…As always.” He laughs from behind his hand, “I’m happy to see you are in better spirits compared to yesterday.”

Yuu casts him a confused glance, wondering just when the dragon fae had seen them yesterday. While Malleus made himself comfortable beside them, they looked at the remaining Diasomnia unit standing at attention around the nest, “You guys coming in?”

Lilia snorts, ignoring Mallues’s glare demanding they refuse Yuu’s invitation, “Are you sure, Beastie? We wouldn’t want to intrude…” His eyes lock on Malleus’s, communicating silently that if Yuu invited them into their nest, it’d be rude to deny their request.

“I mean I invited you in the first place.” They gesture to the empty space beside them and Malleus, “Plus, this thing has room for like four more people…”

Malleus mumbles under his breath, an arm wrapping around Yuu’s middle and bringing them closer to his body to nuzzle into their hair, “Or eight children…”

“What?”

“Hm?” Malleus pulls from their hair, smiling at their confused face before making himself comfortable against them again.

Lilia actually laughs this time, “Well, if you insist.”

Everyone climbs into the nest; Lilia pressed against Malleus’s side with Silver beside him already half asleep. Sebek had begrudgingly made his place beside Yuu, huffing as the human offered their hand to hold. Neither of them speaking when Sebek does grip their hand gently. Once everyone had seemed cozy, Yuu retrieved their phone from their pajama pants pockets, opening their ‘sad times’ playlist to start playing music. But the sound of a thud rings out from the kitchen, everyone turning to the noise in mild suspense. Soon, Grim enters the room with a bag of cookies clutched in his mouth.

Yuu raises an eyebrow but helps Grim climb his way into the nest, the cat curling up against their side squished between them and Sebek, “Was that you? Did you fall off of something-hold on.” They grab the bag of cookies from Grim, frowning once they realize what they were holding, “Are these the good cookies? You little shit, you said you ate the last of them!”

Grim grumbled, curling up tighter to Yuu’s side and swatting at their hand tugging on his ear, “I lied! You always hog them so when you left one day I hid them to snack on myself…But…” He huffed, looking at them from the corner of his eyes, “I think you need them more than I do…”

“...” Yuu sniffled, fanning their face as tears started to build in their eyes, “Grim…Grim…” They take a shuddering breath, ignoring the others watching them in worry, “I already threw up like twice yesterday from crying so hard, I’m not doing it again.”

“Parden?” Malleus’s brows creased. When did they throw up!? Just how severe was this illness?

Yuu waves his concerns off, tapping onto their ‘Sad Vibes’ playlist, setting it to shuffle before they connect to the lounge speakers, “It's not important, Malleus. I'm not gonna cry. We're gonna lay down in the dark and listen to sad songs and sleep.”

Sebek mumbles from beside Yuu, his free hand petting a softly purring Grim, “That seems to be the perfect setting to cry in…?”

Lilia gives Yuu a worried glance but doesn't agree nor disagree. He instead places a hand on Malleus’s shoulder, a silent effort to calm the dragon's fussing, “Well, if we're going to listen to music, just none of that Mitsuki woman please…”

Silver blinks his eyes open, tiredly looking to Lilia, “But I like the dog song.”

“...” Lilia sighs, his arm moving to wrap around Silver's shoulders and bringing him closer, “I…I know…”

Yuu tearfully laughed, laying their head onto a softly fretting Malleus. Their weak laughter breaks from teary into genuine amusement as the first song starts.

My baby, my baby…

Leaning over Malleus, snickering as the dragon fae gently presses her head back down to his chest as a silent command to sleep, Yuu whispers to Lilia, “I’m sorry…”

Lilia’s smile is strained, his grip on a sleeping Silver slowly increasing as he fought against his own emotions, “No you're not…”

The nap lasted far too long, Malleus thought to himself. The dragon fae didn't actually sleep, but he kept watch of his family as they did. Silver of course slept, curled up in Lilia's intense embrace before the bat general eased into a light sleep. Though Sebek had been the most against the nap, he had dozed off not long after Silver. One hand still gripping onto Yuu’s while the other resting on a snoring Grim's back.

Yuu was out almost immediately after Sebek, a content smile on their face as they curled up to Malleus's chest. A smile he watched slowly fade through the hours. A common occurrence as one slept, something he's learned from years of watching Silver. What concerned him were the twitches and grimaces of pain that started to increase the longer they stayed asleep. He didn't want to wake Lilia to ask for advice, the older fae having spent most of his night in worry over Yuu's condition and it didn't help he wasn't a morning person normally.

But if the discomfort was enough to affect Yuu's sleep, it was no wonder they felt the need to nap so early in the morning. They possibly hadn't slept the night before from pain alone. He had spent a few moments thinking how he could help, an arm around their waist and a hand pressed to their lower stomach to ease magic from his fingertips. His healing magic wasn't nearly as refined as he wanted. No matter how much magic he poured in, there were no wounds to be closed on the surface. But he could feel how Yuu would curl into his palm, almost trying to trap the heat close to them.

So for the past two hours he laid in a nest with his fiancé, his father, his brother, his brother's ‘friend’, and a cat; palm pressed just above his lover's mysteriously bleeding anatomy to act as a glorified hot water bottle.

Though he had no true method of knowing, he felt as though his grandmother was laughing at his predicament.

And while he did find the lyrics and vocals of Miss Amy Lee to be rather enchanting, he felt relieved to hear the music stop playing abruptly and a shrill beeping take its place. He couldn't help but smile, listening to everyone minus Silver groan at the sound of the alarm. Lilia huffed, snuggling his nose into Silver's hair while the human knight remained perfectly asleep. Sebek had pouted but still sat up, blinking in mild confusion as to where he was. Yuu had tried to bury their head in the space between his arm and chest, a hand reaching out blindly to no doubt silence the alarm.

As much as Malleus enjoyed his loved ones sleeping peacefully around him, he didn't think letting them sleep anymore was the correct choice. He smiled, easily catching Yuu's hand to gently kiss their knuckles, “My dear. I do believe your nap is over now.”

Yuu groans, but doesn't try to pull away, “At least turn the alarm off…”

Lilia clicks his tongue, finally pulling away from Silver to sleepily reach for Yuu's still blaring phone, “I got it…”

“Thanks-ack!” They were batted in the face by Grim's increasingly annoyed tail, the dire beast fighting to stay asleep from the rising noise. A move that had Yuu sneezing after a few moments.

The fae and Grim instantly snapped to attention. Yuu's sneeze was quickly followed by an overwhelming scent of blood. The sudden change in the atmosphere instantly waking Silver. Sebek had tightened his grip on Yuu's hand, almost as though he were helping them to brace against pain. Grim scrambled away from their side, moving to frown and shake from the other side of Sebek.

Malleus brought both his arms to wrap around Yuu's body. How could he let his guard down in such a way? They were sick. Why did he assume a nap was the correct choice to make? They should be in the care of a professional. Now they had clearly torn something, or something had hemorrhaged and they were bleeding out internally-

Lilia turned the alarm off, quickly kneeling and placing his hands on Yuu's knees, “Yuu, I know you said this was natural. But this is concerning. As your future midwife, I implore you allow me to check there isn't actual damage to yourself.”

“I- Lilia, I'm fine. I just sneezed.” Sneezing on one’s period was never nice, sure. Yuu fully felt as though they just forced out half their bladder even though they knew that wasn't the case. “It happens sometimes. The clenching just makes blood come out.”

Malleus growls, his arms tightening around Yuu's body. Lilia was right. No matter how much Yuu claimed it was normal and routine, they shouldn't be bleeding like this, “My love, please. Let him check. Lilia has more medical training than possibly anyone on campus. Just allow him to check.”

“Malleus-”

“Please…” Malleus pleads, concern clear on his and the other's face.

“...” Yuu rolls their eyes but starts to shimmy their pajama pants down, “Fine. If it'll calm you down.”

Sebek and Silver instantly look away, though both shuffle closer in an act to box Yuu in so that no one else could see the human’s privates.

Lilia was quiet, eyes looking unblinkingly at what he could only describe a mess. He was careful, only touching Yuu's anatomy for brief moments to send pings of magic through the flesh to search for opened wounds. But other than the blood he couldn't find anything that would call for concern. Leaning back he sighed, bringing the back of his hand to rub at his eyes, “By the Seven, this is a mess…”

“Wow, Lilia. I'm so happy you're here to stare into my abyss and call it a fucking mess.” Yuu glared, hoping their voice carried just how annoyed they were, “Really, I'm so glad.”

“My apologies, Beastie. I just haven't seen a vagina in this bloody a state since Sebek was born…”

Sebek half turned around, expression vaguely disgusted and horrified, “What?”

Yuu snorts, shaking Sebek’s hand still holding theirs in a way of gaining his attention, “Wow, Sebek, way to wreck your mom’s pussy.”

Sebek retaliated, using their still joined hands to twist and force Yuu’s arm into a painful bend. Yuu had quickly tried to escape his hold, both by wiggling their trapped arm and also using their free hand to slap at Sebek’s face while making repeated yelps of pain. Sebek had managed to dodge only a few hits until a bolt of lightning hit just outside, the flash sending the room into a blinding state before the light faded. Malleus glared down at Sebek, silently demanding the half-fae release his fiance.

Once freed, Yuu instantly pointed toward Sebek while looking at Lilia with wide eyes. Their tone coming out vaguely whining and childish, “He twisted my arm!”

Sputtering, Sebek looked between Yuu and Lilia. Pointing back at her while he looked at Lila pleading that he hears him out, “She talked about my mother’s vagina!”

“...” Lilia sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before speaking, “Sebek, don’t twist Yuu’s arm; she’s already in pain. Yuu, don’t talk about Sebek’s mother’s vagina; you know he doesn’t like that.”

“Did that hurt to say?” Silver looked at his father, half joking but delivered in such a painfully serious way that Lilia could only sigh harder.

Malleus’s expression only grew more concerned, arms wrapping tighter around Yuu and allowing his palms to heat a bit more. He only relaxed as Yuu themselves eased a bit more in his hold, “Yuu, please. Tell me what is causing this, If not for your own sake, but my own, I need to know. I have never been more distressed and on edge than these past few days. It isn't helpful either that you continue to be nonchalant, I dare say you've hurt my feelings with how you've been handling this…

“...” Yuu takes their time to pull their pajama pants back up, moving to sit up fully to look at Malleus directly, “Malleus, you're completely valid for feeling upset with me about all of this. In hindsight, I really should have just told you guys instead of disregarding Crewel’s attempts to keep this on the downlow for the sake of campus sanity. I fucked up, I will take that L. But I want you to know and consider that I have been in pain, tired, sad, and enraged both consistently and erratically for days. Do you really think the correct choice right now is to complain to me…about how my period…is making you feel?”

…

Malleus blinked, eyes darting to Lilia who only shook his head at Malleus's silent question. He looked down, then back to Yuu who was staring at him silently, almost waiting for him to answer incorrectly, “...I would still like to discuss this at a later date…when you are well again.”

“I'll make sure to set a meeting up with Azul, so that we both remember. Thank you for understanding…” Yuu's mood does a 180, now smiling and trying to stand from Malleus's arms, “Anyway, it's like noon now right? I know I have a bunch of stale tortillas and shredded cheese in the kitchen so we can make quesadillas-”

Malleus refused to remove his arms from around Yuu, basically pulling the human back into his lap, “I would like to speak about why you're dodging my question though.”

Yuu hummed, looking up to Malleus's face as they slowly twisted a strand of their hair, “...What are you talking about?”

“You are…well aware of what I've been asking you.”

“I'm really not.”

“Yuu-”

“You're sounding crazy right now.”

Malleus scoffs, rolling his eyes playfully, “Don't attempt to gaslight me. I keep asking you what caused this ailment or how I can ease this plague and you…don't answer me.” Malleus narrows his eyes, arms wrapping tighter against Yuu's body when they subtly tried to move away from him again, “Do you simply wish to…not tell me?”

“...” Yuu sighed, resting their head against Malleus’s shoulder. They smile, looking up into his eyes with a soft affection, “You know I love you right?”

“Your feminine wiles aren't getting you out of this. Answer my question.”

Silver speaks up, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, “Malleus, they may not have an answer as to what caused it…”

Sebek grunts from Yuu's side, eyes casting a worried look back to the other freshman's covered anatomy, “If they don't know what caused it then that's even more concerning. This could be a serious medical emergency and we're all twiddling our thumbs because the one who's ill says they're fine.”

“I am fine. I just…don't wanna say why this happens…”

Lilia perks up, raising an eyebrow as he rests his chin on Yuu's now pressed together knees, “So this illness is triggered?”

“Yes? No?” Yuu huffs, raising their hands in a form of defeat, “It just happens man. But like…for a reason.”

Malleus frowned, almost pouting as he gently moved Yuu's chin to make them look directly into his eyes, “Yuu. My dear. I'm deeply concerned. Please, just tell me what causes this so we may prevent it…”

“...” Yuu sighs, closing their eyes before opening them, “...This happens when I don't get pregnant.”

…

Silver fully turns to Yuu, eyes focusing on the other human as though he could physically see through what he begged was a lie, “Are…Are you serious?”

“Like the fucking heart attack that will take Sebek out one day.”

“Hey-”

“Oh!” Malleus smiles, his eyes shining to the point Yuu was certain they were glowing, “This is easily fixed then.”

Yuu continued to smile, shaking their head knowing what the dragonfae was going to suggest, “...Malleus…”

“I simply need to impregnate you. Then you won't be affected by this plague again.”

“...” Yuu sighed, “No…”

“...” Malleus's expression falls back into an angered pout, “Why not?”

“It doesn't work that way…”

“...” His expression deepens, “How does it not ‘work that way’ exactly?”

Lilia patted Yuu's leg, flicking his head toward the entryway of the lounge as a silent command to Sebek and Silver, “We're gonna go…”

Yuu turned away from Malleus, blinking at Lilia in astonishment as the fae and other Diasomnia pair stand up, “Now why the fuck would you do that?”

Silver was kind enough to scoop Grim into his arms, the dire beast still shivering from the sudden scent of blood, “We’ve come to an agreement that we’d leave the room when you two start fighting.”

“We aren’t even fighting…” Yuu muttered under their breath, making a point to not look toward Malleus’s upset face. They’re pretty sure they’d start giggling at how frustrated he’s being about this.

Sebek shakes his head, already walking out of the room, “You become incredibly uncivil to everyone when you and Waka-Sama have disagreements. Lilia-Sama is right in having us leave the area before you two really start…”

“We aren’t fighting?”

“We’re fighting a little…” Malleus mutters under his breath, glaring off to the side.

Yuu glares over their shoulder, “No, we aren’t.”

Lilia walked behind Silver, holding his hands up as they left the room, “We’re gonna go. We'll make you two those quesadillas!” He ignored Yuu’s wide eyed stare, closing the doors of the lounge behind him and leaving Yuu and Malleus alone in the room.

The silence was loud, the two of them sitting comfortably in the nest. After a few more moments of quiet, Yuu sighs loudly, tucking their head to Malleus's chest and nuzzling into him gently.

Malleus sighs himself, leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of Yuu's head, “My love…please. You're hurting and I don't understand why you won't let me help in the best way I can…”

“Because it wouldn't actually help, Malleus.” They felt bad. It hadn't really hit them just how out of the realm of reality their period was to everyone. Sure the event itself could be scary in their old world, the amount of first period horror stories only grew as the years went on. But to have no frame of reference… the concept of a period sounded downright terrifying.

“How?” Malleus huffed, an air of frustration growing. Were they joking around? Deliberately speaking in circles to annoy him as a tease? “You said this happens if you don't get pregnant. If you get pregnant, then you will not have to deal with this ailment.”

At Yuu's own frustrated sigh, Malleus's eyes widen, “Is…is it too late?” A feeling of guilt starts to grow in him. Were they meant to be impregnated at a specific time? Had a window of opportunity been missed? Was this the rest of Yuu's life now; bleeding out of their intimates and crying so hard they were forced to purge?

Yuu couldn't help but chuckle at Malleus's face, reaching up to bring the worried fae closer for a gentle kiss. They speak as they pull away, “Calm down. This isn't going to last forever and I'll be back to normal by the end of the week at worst.”

Malleus curls around them, his hand still a gentle heat on their lower stomach, “But why wouldn't we simply skip this and just…start our agreement now? If the trigger for this ailment is that you weren't impregnated, why can't we have our child now so that you won't have to suffer this way.”

“I'll be honest with you, Malleus. It's literally because I don't wanna be a teen mom; that's the main reason. But also…there's no guarantee my period would stop during a pregnancy. Plus it'll still come back like a few months after having the baby…”

“...” Malleus pulls away from Yuu, staring at them in a silent state of confusion but his eyes were screaming, “Why…would you get the period…if you're pregnant? Isn't that…you stated you get your period if you don't get pregnant?”

“That is correct, yes.”

“...But…you could also…get your period…if you are pregnant?”

“Ye…”

“...”

Another long stretch of silence passed in the room and Yuu felt as though they could physically see the gears turning in Malleus's head. Double checking the math one would say.

“...Then what's the point of it?”

Yuu snickers under their breath, “Well, I don't think I'm knowledgeable enough to really give you the TED talk about the Tree of Knowledge and the original sin…”

“...” Malleus placed a hand on their forehead, “Are you…have you gained a fever? Is delirium a symptom of your period?”

“I'm not crazy, shut up.” Yuu pushes Malleus's hand off of their face with a grin. Cozying back into his embrace, one of their hands resting on his pressed to their lower stomach, “Periods are weird and horrible and I do not have the answers you're seeking sadly.”

Malleus could only sigh, feeling a pit growing in his mind and heart as he felt his uselessness to his love in this situation, “Is there anything you'll allow me to do? I only wish to help you during this…”

Yuu hums, reaching up to gently cupping Malleus's cheek, “This is plenty. Just…hold me and tell me you love me…”

“I love you, dear.” Malleus smiles, soft and kind as he nuzzled into Yuu's palm, “Though I'm loathed and disconcerted, I'm delighted to know I can at least help in this way…”

“I am too. You surprisingly make a great heating pad.”

Malleus moves to remove his hand, “Oh, is my hand too warm-”

Yuu quickly grips at Malleus's hand, face still calm and content but their fingernails bite into the fae's skin, “If you take this hand off of my body I will rip your spine out of you through your asshole.”

“Ah…”

They sat in comfortable silence, Malleus only mildly terrified at the visual of his spine being removed from his body by force. Their serene atmosphere half ended by Lilia happily bursting into the room with a plate of slightly charred quesadillas.

“Lunch time~!” Lilia walked to the nest, kneeling down and holding out the least burnt tortilla to Yuu's face, “Pspspspspspsps.”

Yuu's eyes snap open, a wild smile on their face as Malleus chuckled and kept them locked in his arms, “Lilia Vanrouge, I will break the fucking bones in your ears. Did Cater tell you to do this!?”

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The Right Person - Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Summary: You're good friends with Jack Hotchner, and his dad finds you crying at a house party.

Contents/Warnings: best friend's dad!hotch, legal age gap (reader is over 18), mutual pining, soft!hotch, mention of alcohol/drugs, cheating (reader's unnamed, faceless boyfriend), hurt/comfort, fem!reader

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Very few things are more embarrassing than crying at a party. You're wading through a sea of high, hammered young adults, and even if they're too out of their minds to notice the tears on your cheeks, you feel like a fool for letting them fall.

You probably shouldn't have been as naive as you were going into your relationship. You'd been blinded by the prospect of someone being interested in you, and you hadn't stopped to consider the odd behavior he'd presented. You didn't want to be the overbearing girlfriend and check his phone, but walking in on him sucking face with someone else was just about all the evidence you'll ever need.

So now you're crying, stumbling down the hall and into the front yard for a breath of fresh air. Inside it's stuffy, booze and weed clouding the air and burning at your lungs. The front steps feel like a new beginning, away from your asshole (now) ex-boyfriend and the shitty music blaring from the house.

You're not offered much solace, though, because sirens blare through the streets. You squint through your teary eyes at a squad of cop cars that screech into the driveway, black SUVs trailing behind them. Fear drags your stomach down to your feet, because despite knowing that you're sober, you still probably hold some accountability for whatever drugs they're doing in there.

You're the only one outside, save for a couple moonbathing around the side yard, but the cops start for the front door. It means you're scrambling out of the way, tempted to put your hands up just in case.

"Miss," One of the officers glances at you, "Go home. We're shutting this down."

"Oh- okay," You stammer, nodding and wiping a tear from your eye, "I-um... I have to call an uber."

The officers don't pay you any regard after that, streaming into the house. It's only when you're fumbling clumsily with your phone that anyone engages with you, and the booming voice that travels over the lawn brings immense comfort to you.

"Y/N?" It's Aaron Hotchner, Jack's dad. You'd become fast friends with Jack through a couple of shared community college courses, and you'd come to know his dad from study sessions and movie nights.

"Mr. Hotchner," You breathe, reaching up to smear a tear off of your cheek, "I- Are you- what's going on?"

"The neighbors complained about the noise" He explains, jogging across the grass to reach out for your shoulder, "What happened? Are you alright? Why are you crying?"

"I'm okay," You sniffle, now infinitely more embarrassed to be caught blubbering by your best friend's very attractive dad, "We all have to leave?"

"Don't worry about that," He murmurs, shrugging his windbreaker off of his shoulders and wrapping it around your own. Your top is sheer and too-short, and the cold air had been nipping at your skin. His jacket is warm, soft, and you realize with an aggressive heat to your cheeks, it smells like him.

"Now," He tries again, keeping his jacket securely over your shoulders, "What happened? Are you hurt?"

"No, I'm alright," You shake your head, chin to your chest, "It's dumb, it's nothing. I- I need to call an uber, I'll-"

"I will drive you home," Aaron promises, voice soothing as his hand brushes over your back, "But I need to know what's wrong."

"I don't-" You stammer, eyes rolling at how silly you sound while another wave of tears streams down your cheeks, "It's just- my boyfriend, I saw him kissing someone else. Really, it's dumb, it's nothing."

Aaron doesn't respond, not right away, but you know he's heard you. You know by the momentary tightening of his grip on your shoulder, the way that his fingers dig into your skin like he's trying to make a fist but you're getting in the way. Then he eases up, touches all soft and gentle.

"I'm sorry, honey." He coos, stepping against your chest to wrap you in a hug. He rubs your back, up and down, up and down, up and down, until you're sniffling and sobbing into his chest. He keeps his arms around you, strong and firm, his cheek flush with the crown of your head as partygoers stream out of the house around you.

He's the epitome of comfort, all sweet, low reassurances and grounding touches. He murmurs only loud enough for you to hear as you curl your fingers into his shirt, 'He didn't deserve you, honey.' and, 'You're better off without him.'

"I just didn't see it coming," You admit lamely, your voice muffled against his chest. He doesn't ease up on the hug, and you're grateful for that. The last thing you'd want to do is make him uncomfortable, but he seems to realize you need comfort right now.

"Jack... always had his thoughts about him." Aaron admits, "But I think he kept them to himself, he didn't want to ruin things for you."

"I could tell," You sigh, nestled snugly into Aaron's chest, "I... I thought they just needed time to get used to each other, you know? Like, get to know each other. But I guess not, I guess Jack was right."

"Don't tell him that," Aaron teases, "It'll go straight to his head."

You laugh, albeit weakly, against Aaron's chest, and he takes it as a win.

"Okay," He hums, giving one last broad sweep of his hand over your back, "Let's get you into the car. It's late, you should get home and get to sleep."

"Thank you for taking me home," You sniffle letting him lead you with an arm around your shoulders to one of the SUVs, "Are you sure it's okay to just take one? Weren't there other people riding with you?"

"They'll figure it out." Aaron assures you, knowing Derek will have to bite the bullet and sit in the middle seat of the back row, something he always takes an extra SUV to avoid doing, "It's okay."

Aaron helps you into the passenger's seat, even tugging at your seatbelt when you struggle to wrestle it over his jacket.

"Here," He reaches for the strap, easing it up and over a fold of the jacket that it was stuck in, "Let me."

He clicks it into place for you, and you smile tearily up at him.

He leaves you with a pat to your knee, then shuts the door.

You hear him call something to, presumably, another agent, trying not to think too hard about whatever team member of his you're depriving of a seat. Aaron doesn't let you think much about it, though, because as soon as you're pulling away from the curb, tears no longer pouring down your cheeks, the interrogation starts.

"What were you doing at a party, anyways?" Aaron glances over at you, a frown creasing his brows, "You're not the drinking type."

"I didn't go to get drunk," You shrug, "I went 'cause my boyfriend invited me."

"He invited you," Aaron repeats, "And then... wow."

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry," Aaron looks at you, stopped at a signal just outside of the neighborhood, "Really. That's awful. You deserve so much better than that."

"Thank you, Mr. Hotchner," You sniffle, "I really appreciate how kind you're being. The ride, and- and the jacket, and-"

"It's no problem," He assures you, looking you in the eyes through the mirror, "That's what you deserve, sweetheart. You don't need to thank me for it."

You have the ironic urge to thank him again.

"And you can call me Aaron." He reminds you, smiling knowingly at your reflection, "You know that."

He's made a point to tell you time and time again that you're allowed to call him by his first name. During impromptu, mid-study-session dinners, at pick-ups in the college parking lot, but you've never felt acquainted with him before, not like this. Wearing his jacket while he drives you home after a ten minute hug seems a lot better of a reason to use his first name than seeing him in passing while you're laughing with Jack.

"Aaron," You mumble, and he chuckles warmly.

You don't have much time to enjoy the sound, even if it flips your stomach into cartwheels. You wish you could savor it, but you watch Aaron take a wrong turn to your house, and a frown tugs your brows down.

"Uh, I live that way," You point behind you, "It's okay, you can just turn up there, I think."

"We're stopping somewhere first," He explains, car bouncing as he pulls into the parking lot of a convenience store, "Come with me?"

You nod, wordlessly, climbing out of the car. He's already around to your side when you step out, looking only a little upset that he hadn't gotten to open the door for you. He shuts it, though, and catches his jacket when it slips from around your shoulders.

"Oh-! Here," He holds the material open, urging you to fit your arms through the slots, "Put it on, honey."

You blame his honey-sweet tone of voice for how clumsy you are in slipping into the jacket. It's unfair, really, how he's treating you like a precious thing, wrapping you in his jacket and driving you home. Then he zips it for you, all the way up to your chin, and you think you're in love.

The cool night air feels even more now like a fresh start. Thoughts of your awful ex-boyfriend have been looming over you the entire time, but they ebb away with each caring gesture Aaron shows you. It takes every ounce of self control in your body not to tackle him into a kiss when he takes your hand, leading you into the convenience store.

He beelines for the frozen section, grabbing a handheld basket on the way. He stops you right in front of the ice creams, only dropping your hand to gesture at the display case.

"Go ahead," He urges you, "Pick some. That's proper breakup ritual, I hear."

"Aaron, no-!"

"It's a rite of passage," He cuts you off, something stern in his eyes even if they're primarily kind, "Just- here. You like cookies and cream, right?" He eyes a container of the flavor behind the glass, and you nod tentatively, wondering how he'd remembered. You'd only eaten it once at his house, and he'd only known because he'd caught you washing your bowl out, and insisted on doing it himself because you were a guest.

He pushes the basket into your hands, and you watch begrudgingly as he takes two quarts of ice cream from the shelf. You protest weakly as he ushers you to the counter, but he shushes you gently, stepping in front of you to pay.

"Aaron," You mumble, cheeks hot and voice whiny as he waits for the cashier to ring him up. You knock your face against his back, burying it there for safekeeping, and he reaches back to pat your side.

The total isn't egregious, but it's more than you're happy with him spending on you. Of course, you don't have cash, so you're unable to pay him back, either. You'll have to slip Jack money the next time you see him, but you have a sneaking suspicion he'd use it at the school's vending machine instead.

"Thank you," You gush, voice still thick with embarrassment and cheeks still burning as Aaron leads you back to the SUV. He's slipped his hand back into yours, and he tucks the ice cream at your feet when you're settled into your seat.

"Again," He urges, resting his hand over your own where they lay in your lap, "Don't thank me. I'm only treating you like you deserve."

If he notices the monumental smile you try to bite back, he doesn't tease you about it.

He pulls into your driveway shortly after, with no further detours. You're renting a little ground-floor condo, and he walks you to your door with your ice cream in hand.

"Alright," He sighs, passing the bag over to you, "I think you have to watch a romance movie with this," He glances at the bag, "It's the law, I'm pretty sure."

"Oh, yeah?" You grin, the expression brighter than it would have been a half-hour ago, "What if I don't? Are the police gonna show up?"

"I will," He threatens, a warm smile on his face, "And I'm a bit of an ice cream fiend, so don't tempt me."

"Well there's two quarts..." You raise your brows, a silent invitation.

"I don't want to intrude," He starts, but you cut him off before he can even try.

"Mr.- Aaron," You hesitate, voice coming out meager where you want it confident, "I really don't want to be alone right now."

You almost expect him to leave. Sure, he'd been sweet to you tonight. But you're nervous that his sympathy was temporary, and that it's waning. So you stare at his shirt instead of his eyes, and you miss the way his gaze softens.

"Okay." He nods, one foot stepping forwards towards the threshold of your condo, "Okay honey. I'll stay."

Your condo isn't much. You're a college student, not a CEO, and your shoddy furniture tells that story. Aaron doesn't seem to mind, though, setting the bag on the counter and rummaging for spoons.

"You sure you want to share?" He eyes you where you've sat yourself on the couch, quarts and spoons in hand as he joins you.

"I'm sure," You nod, reaching for the tv remote, "I think I'd get sick if I ate two cartons."

A romance movie isn't hard to find, but you feel yourself developing a pounding headache from the exhaustion of crying. The ice cream is sweet on your tongue, cookies crunching between your teeth and staining them dark. You munch through the first half of the movie, digging into the carton with a greedy spoon each time. You don't even breach the halfway point before you have to stop, eyes closing and head pounding.

Aaron's similarly engaged with his ice cream, spoon upside-down in his mouth as he sucks it clean. You try not to stare at his mouth, but you're bashful as you place the lid back on your ice cream tub.

"I'm gonna beat you," Aaron boasts, digging his spoon back in for more ice cream, "Quitter."

"Go ahead," You sigh, head lolling back against the cushions. Your voice is colored with defeat, sad and dull. Aaron suspects it's not just about your unspoken ice cream eating contest.

"C'mere," He sighs, jamming his spoon into his ice cream and wrapping his now free arm around your shoulders. He urges you against his shoulder, something that you'd wanted to do since the moment you'd sat down, but didn't have the guts to.

"I'm sorry, honey." He reminds you as you lay your head against his shoulder, his constant slew of sympathy warming your chest, "He's an idiot."

"I feel like the idiot," You admit, voice in a low grumble, "I should have known it was too good to be true."

He pauses, stiffens, shifts. He's turned to face you, now, nudging your head off of his shoulder so he can look you in the eye. He's frowning, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, like... I dunno." You sigh in defeat, "I wasn't exactly everyone's dream girl in high school. And when I started college and everyone seemed older and more mature, it was comforting, like a fresh start. And then he took an interest in me, and I felt like things were finally starting to work for me, like I was finally a girl that guys liked. And then... well, you know the story. It just feels like I should have known better."

All the while, through your confession, Aaron's face has twisted itself into the deepest frown you've ever seen on the man. It looks like it's embedded permanently into his features, like he's stuck there from now on. It's almost cartoonish, and you'd laugh if you weren't so sad.

"Don't say that." He orders, voice stern.

"What?"

"Don't say that." He repeats, "This is not your fault. You were not supposed to see it coming, nor does it mean that people don't like you. College boys are..." He deliberates carefully on his word choice, seeing as he has one himself, "Impulsive. And impulsivity can sometimes be channeled into some pretty stupid shit. Like cheating on your girlfriend. Okay? It's not your fault that college boys are stupid."

"But-" You start with a choked voice, and his disapproving glare intensifies, "He wouldn't have cheated on me if I wasn't doing something wrong, would he? Or- or maybe I just am wrong, maybe I'm just not the type of person that's good enough to make someone stay."

"That is," He rushes to reply, reaching up to thumb a tear away from the apple of your cheek, "The dumbest thing I've ever heard." His hand rests there now, flush to your face, and there's a cold stripe down the middle where he'd been holding his spoon. His fingers are chilly too, but they warm against your skin.

"You are not wrong, there is nothing about you that makes you 'not good enough'. I can think of a thousand things that make you wonderful, but not one dealbreaker. Listen to me, please." He's leaning in, getting closer and closer with every word that tumbles from his lips, "There are people who fall in love with serial killers. No one is unlovable, certainly not you."

"But- but those people fall in love with serial killers because they're serial killers. That's- that's a thing about them, that's a lifestyle that people glorify. No one glorifies mediocrity, Aaron," Your heart sinks, "And that's what I am. I'm mediocre, maybe I'm good enough to take home for a night but I'm not good enough to live with."

In all of your frantic blubbering, you'd avoided eye contact with Aaron. Snapping back to focus, though, you see that it's impossible now, that he's close enough that your noses are brushing, and his breath is fanning over your mouth. Your own breath hitches in your throat, and your heart pounds.

His eyes, once stern and disapproving, are soft around the edges. They're chocolatey, and they speak to his sweet soul that's compelling him to stroke his thumb over the pudge of your cheek. You think for all the world that he's going to kiss you, you almost beg for it, but at the last minute, he tilts his head down, not forwards.

His forehead presses to your own, and his eyes shut.

"You are," He murmurs, holding you close, keeping your face flush to his, "The perfect girl. You're sweet, you're kind, you're funny, you're caring, you're so pretty, you're hardworking, you're resilient, you are... I could name a thousand other things. And, one day," His eyes flutter open, staring into your own as best he can at such a close proximity, "The right person will tell you that."

Aaron is the right person. He has to be, you can't imagine anyone else in the world being as kind or sweet with you as he is. And after all, that's what he says you deserve, right? The way his hand fits around your face seems like a piece of your puzzle you'd never known was missing until it snapped into place, and if you could steal his voice sea-witch style just to hear it all day long, you would.

It's a staring contest, and you blink first.

"I'm glad you told me," You admit, voice thick with emotion. You're not sure whether he picks up on the fact that you're designating him as the right person or not, but you choose not to think about it as he pulls you impossibly closer.

"Don't thank me," He reminds you, "it's what you deserve. Are you tired?"

"Yeah." You admit, slumping your forehead against him even as he tries moving away. It means that your skin slips against his lips, and he presses them into a pucker against your head. You'll savor the feeling forever.

"Go to sleep," He urges you, hand still on your cheek to guide it back to his shoulder. You curl into him much easier now, feeling lovey enough even to wrap your arms around one of his own. The movie plays forgotten on the tv, and your eyes shut to the vision of Aaron's lap, ice cream abandoned between his thighs. It's a nice image, but one you can't think too hard about while sleepy.

His hand comes up from where it had been draped over the cushions behind you to rub your back. He applies soft, gentle pressure, stroking up and down over the fabric of your- his jacket, one that you hope he doesn't take off of you before he leaves. It's grounding, and it only makes you burrow into him more.

The way you know he's the right person for sure is by fighting sleep. You want to conserve your time with Aaron, and you don't want to forget the feeling of his tender touches. You're in that floaty space between sleep and consciousness, somewhere with bodliy sensation but little cognitive ability. Your brain is pleasantly cloudy, and Aaron's hand on your back never stops.

When your breathing evens out, Aaron thinks you're asleep. You feel him shift ever-so-slightly, and you're worried he'll leave you. But he doesn't, he gets even closer, and you feel his lips land on the crown of your head.

"Perfect," He murmurs into your scalp, vibrations thrumming through your skull and wriggling their way into your brain, cementing the thought there, "G'night, sweetheart."

You drift to sleep knowing, without a doubt, that Aaron is the right person for you.

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swiftiethatlovesf1 · 1 month ago

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A race for love p.9

Hii guyss, I hope you enjoy this part and if you've missed, part 8 or the other parts you can find them on my masterlist.

- Silverstone 2023 -

You wake up with a smile, the memories of last night flooding back—Franco’s sweet words, the kiss, the excitement of being with him. Just as you’re about to get lost in the memory, your phone buzzes. It's a message from Franco, and your heart skips a beat.

Franco: Morning, princesa. Last night was fun, but I miss you already.

You bite your lip, feeling your cheeks warm as you type back.

You: Morning! Yeah, last night was amazing. I had so much fun too. Are you always this charming this early, or is it just with me?

Franco: Only with you.

You smile, unable to stop the giddiness rising within you.

You: I miss you too. I hope you aren’t causing too much trouble in the F3 paddock without me.

Franco: Nah, it’s boring without you. I mean, what’s the point of winning races if I don’t get a kiss from you afterward?

You laugh, rolling your eyes at his playful tone.

You: Win the race, and we’ll see what happens. 😉

Franco: Deal. Now hurry up and come see me—I need some luck.

But before you can reply, your phone rings again. It’s your dad.

“Where are you?” he asks, sounding a bit frantic. “We’re short-handed today, and I need you at McLaren. It’s race day, Y/N! We’re swamped.”

Sighing, you know there’s no avoiding the chaos. “On my way, Dad,” you answer, reluctantly setting aside your conversation with Franco.

You arrive at McLaren, where the morning blurs in a flurry of activity. Lando’s pole has everyone on edge, preparing for what’s likely to be a thrilling race. You spend most of the day helping the crew, darting around to make sure everything is in place. Unfortunately, that means no time to sneak away to see Franco as you'd hoped.

However, Franco’s texts keep you smiling throughout the chaos.

Franco: Not even a quick break to come say hi? I’m hurt.

You: I’m stuck helping my dad! But I’m sending you virtual kisses for good luck.

Franco: Virtual? Come on, Y/N, I deserve the real thing after last night.

You: Maybe later.

After the race, things get wild. Lando finishes second, and the team is ecstatic. The motorhome becomes a mini-celebration, with everyone cheering, clapping, and passing drinks around. Seeing an opportunity to slip away unnoticed, you sneak out and head toward the F3 paddock to find Franco.

As you walk, you type out a quick message to Franco, letting him know you're on your way. Before you can hit send, you hear a familiar voice behind you.

“Y/N!”

You turn to see Oliver approaching, a curious expression on his face. “Did you ever figure out who sent you that weird message?” he asks.

You shake your head. “Not yet, but I talked to Franco about it.”

Oliver’s eyebrows raise slightly. “And?”

“I trust him. He didn’t seem to know anything about it, and he was pretty upset that someone would write that,” you explain, sensing that Oliver has more to say on the matter.

His lips press into a thin line, and after a moment, he lets out a small sigh. “I still think it’s odd. You should be careful.”

You nod, though you feel a twinge of doubt. “You’re right. It’s just… I don’t know who else it could be. It’s a little unnerving.”

Oliver’s gaze softens, and he hesitates before speaking again. “You know, if anything else happens, you should keep me posted.” He pauses, then adds, “Do you mind if I get your number? Just in case.”

Caught off guard, you smile and nod. “Sure.” You exchange numbers quickly, and just as you’re about to continue your conversation, another voice interrupts.

“Hey, you must be Y/N!”

You look up to see Kimi Antonelli, the Formula Regional driver, smiling brightly as he walks over to you and Oliver. “I’ve heard about you,” Kimi says with a grin, shaking your hand. “Nice to finally meet you.”

You laugh at his enthusiasm. “Nice to meet you too, Kimi.”

For a few minutes, the three of you chat casually, the lighthearted conversation making you forget the tension surrounding the mysterious message for a moment. Kimi’s energy is infectious, and you feel yourself relax. But just as things start to feel normal again, your phone buzzes with another message from your dad.

“Where are you? We’re packing up soon, and I need you back at McLaren.”

“Sorry, guys,” you say, glancing at Oliver and Kimi. “I have to get back. My dad’s leaving.”

Oliver nods, but his expression remains thoughtful. “Take care, Y/N. And seriously—if anything else happens, let me know.”

With a quick wave, you head back toward the McLaren motorhome, your mind racing with thoughts about the strange message, Franco, and what the rest of the weekend might bring. Something still doesn’t sit right, but for now, you push those thoughts aside, determined to get through the day.

As you head back toward the McLaren motorhome, you send Franco a quick text, letting him know what’s going on.

You: Hey, I have to head back. My dad’s getting ready to leave, and they need me to help pack up. We probably won’t get a chance to see each other until Spa… I can’t go to Budapest because I need to move into my dorm for the term.

You feel a little disappointed as you press send, realizing just how much you’ll miss him over the next few weeks. Your phone vibrates moments later with his reply.

Franco: Aw, that sucks. I was hoping to spend more time with you.

You smile at his honesty.

You: I know, me too. But maybe we can FaceTime later tonight? I want to hear all about your day.

Franco: Of course. I’ll give you a full report, but I’ll need something in return.

You chuckle, already knowing where this is headed.

You: Oh yeah? And what’s that?

Franco: Another date when I see you at Spa. I miss you already.

You can’t help the flutter in your chest as you read his message.

You: Deal. I miss you too.

Franco: Good. But I expect at least an hour on FaceTime tonight. I need my Y/N fix.

You: An hour? That’s a lot of talking time but I'm sure you won't have a problem with that.

Franco: I’ll make an exception for you. And maybe, if I’m lucky, I’ll get to see that smile of yours again.

Your heart skips a beat, the flirty banter making your cheeks warm.

You: You’re so cheesy, Franco.

Franco: Only for you, princesa. Can’t wait to see you on my screen later.

You: Can’t wait either. Good luck with everything today, and don’t forget about me while you’re out there impressing everyone.

Franco: Never. You’re stuck in my mind.

With that final message, you tuck your phone away, a smile playing on your lips. Even though you won’t see him for a while, knowing he’s thinking about you makes the wait a little easier. And as much as you hate the idea of being apart, you’re already looking forward to seeing him again at Spa—and the FaceTime call tonight to hear all about his day.

You might not know where this is all headed, but you can’t deny how excited you are to find out.

Part 10

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spookbooh · 4 months ago

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Sickened Comforts w/ Venti -Venti Oneshot x Sick Reader- Modern AU

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You’re staying in bed due to a painful stomachache and your lover decides to come take care of you in the meantime. <3

It was just another boring day for you, minus the aching in your stomach and the nagging thoughts in your mind but having no motivation to do anything else at the time. Instead, you decided to rest and hope to feel better tomorrow, snuggling into your pillows and blankets and sighing while scrolling through messages on your phone in silence.

However, this silence was short lived as you felt a swift breeze, softly blowing in your hair before it stopped at suddenly as it started. Your eyes fluttered open, sitting up with a slight shiver as you glanced at the door.

“Hey, Windblume~” a familiar voice rang through your ears as bright turquoise eyes met yours. That sneaky bard.

“V…Venti.?! How did you get in here?” You ask, though your tone sounded a little more accusatory than you meant it. Truth was, your mood was instantly lifted when you saw him, as per usual. He laughed, raising his hand to nervously scratch behind his neck.

“Ahah.. wellll… I may have slipped through a window. You haven’t been responding to my messages so I figured maybe something was wrong?” He walked closer, gentle footsteps as he sat next to you on the bed with his legs over the side and feet on the floor of your bedroom. His braids silently shifted over his shoulders as his eyes were solely focused on you. “I was worried, I’ll admit.”

You sat up a little more, opening your phone to find over 10 messages from him, asking how your day had been, that he missed you, if you were okay, etc. You accidentally turned off notifications and didn’t get any of them.

“Ah! I’m sorry, Venti. I didn’t get any alerts or anything… I didn’t mean to make you worry-“ you were interrupted by a little kiss on your forehead.

“It’s okay, Windblume. Ehe.. that just gave me the excuse to come to you in person~!” He tucked a strand of loose hair back behind your ear with a sweet smile. “Now, what’s wrong? Not feeling well?”

You nodded, explaining your stomachache and lack of motivation to do anything that day. It was one of those days where it was too exhausting to even think, let alone doing anything productive for yourself.

“Have you been drinking enough water today?” He asked you with a smile, pulling out his water bottle for you to use. He already knew the answer, he was just waiting for you to admit it. And you did, reluctantly taking the water he offered. The both of you were very stubborn, but he was more adamant about your wellbeing that you were so it was always a losing game. Still, you wanting to wipe that smug smirk off his face as you swallowed a bit of water every so often.

“So…~ did you miss me~?” He giggled like a schoolgirl when you blushed.

“Of course I did, Venti. Always do.” He grabbed your hand and lifted it up, kissing the back of your palm.

“Good, otherwise I might have to annoy you to death.” He chuckled. “Do you need anything to help the pain? Medicine, food?” You smiled this time, scooting over to make room.

“Maybe a bit of warmth?” He looked happy at that, wasting no time to cuddle up beside you and let you rest on him. He hear him sigh and hook his arm around your back to bring you closer, or to make sure you didn’t pull away- one of the two.

After a while, he makes you put your phone down and turns it off, setting it aside and watching as you got tired while in the comfort of his arms. He kisses your forehead one more time, smiling.

“Sleep well, Windblume.” You closed your eyes.

-Written by Booh. ^^

Notes; A little gift for a friend and for anyone feeling a little off today and in need of our sweet bard. <3

#genshin venti #genshin impact #genshin x reader #venti x reader #fluff #sickfic #stomachaches suck #wholesome

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femme333 · 7 months ago

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ᡣ𐭩 : zimmer 483 smut - female first person (sounds like a diary entry) , oral stuff , dirty talk , soft , nipple play . also this is kinda long. this is my first smut fic EVER so this is probs rlly weird

i went to a tokio hotel concert in 2008. once the concert ended, i waited outside of the venue, hoping to meet the band members. i was lucky enough to meet tom. i walked up to him as he was walking back to the tour bus and asked for his autograph. “tom, can you sign my cd?” i asked him nicely. “yeah, of course i can,” he replied. words couldn’t explain how much i wanted to scream, but i kept it in figuring he would think i was weird. i decided to pull out my camera because who would believe me if i just got a signature, i thought. “can we please take a picture?” i asked him again. “sure,” he said as i pressed my cheek against his. i noticed the heat in his cheeks; he must be so hot! i snapped the picture and hugged him, when i heard him whisper something to me. “you know, you’re really hot. you should come to my hotel room.” seriously? this felt like something in a dream. “yeah, sure, just write down your number and message me the info.” i replied. a couple minutes after he left the venue, he finally messaged me. i turned on my phone and looked at the message. room 483? i felt like the girl in reden! i drove to the hotels address and walked up the flight of stairs to his hotel room. it was long. i could seriously tell this hotel was luxury. i knocked on his door, and after a couple minutes of waiting; he finally answered. “hey there schatz, come on in,” he said softly. i walked into the room and looked around. there was a faint smell of aerosol deodorant along with the heavy smell of his cologne. “this looks nice,” i said softly. “does it now?” he replied as he hugged me from behind. i swear i could feel the butterflies in my stomach. tom kaulitz, the boy that almost every girl had a crush on, invited me to his hotel room? no way. i rubbed my eyes and looked around again. there he was. “what do you feel like doing? we can take things slow if that’s what you need.” he said sweetly. “can i kiss you?” i asked him softly. this was the moment of truth. he nodded and smiled softly before leaning down to kiss me passionately. i felt so dizzy; no way this was happening to me! i kissed him back just as passionately and wrapped my arms around his neck. he was the best kisser in the world, but his lip piercing was so cold. i moaned softly into the kiss on accident, and he did too. “close your eyes, schatz.” he commanded softly. i did as i was told, and i closed my eyes. i heard him opening the nightstand, rummaging through it, and then finally closing it. “open now,” he said. i looked down at his hands in front of me and saw him holding a condom. even better? it was extra large! i blushed softly and looked up at him. i slowly took off my tank top, revealing my black lace bra and my skull belly button piercing. i looked up at him and smiled as he winked at me. i could feel the blush creeping up on my cheeks. i stood up and hastily unbuttoned my jean shorts, which revealed my smooth, blank panties with dark red lace trim. i bent over the bed, my ass now fully visible to tom. “read it,” i said softly, pointing to the words on the back of my panties.

“ ‘i’m a slut’ “ he read out loud. “good choice of panties… i mean you’re gonna be my slut tonight, right?” he said cheekily. how could someone be so funny yet so seductive? suddenly, i felt his soft fingertips brush my hair away from my back before gently unclasping my bra. no fucking way; i thought. hastily but gently, tom flipped me over onto my back and pulled my bra straps off my shoulders, revealing my perky tits to him. he smiled softly at me before reaching down and squeezing them softly. before i knew it, he was crawling on top of me and sucking my nipples. “mmph..” i moaned softly. “you like that?” he said as he pulled his lips away from my nipple, only to take off his belt and pull it down along with his baggy jeans, revealing his black boxers. this man is seriously so hot, i thought. he pulled off his baggy shirt, which revealed his toned, but slender abs. i immediately sat up and pulled his boxers down. his cock was the biggest i’ve ever seen. i slowly began to suck his cock, also while maintaining eye contact with him. “nngh, y-yes schatz… oh yeah.” he moaned out. it was loud. after a few minutes of sucking him off slowly but surely, he came. in my mouth. i softly gagged but quickly regained my composure and looked up at him. i swallowed it down eagerly as he smiled down at me. “you did really great, you know that? now, time for the main event.” he said huskily. he bent me over the bed, with my ass in the air. i took a deep breath, preparing for what was to come. i heard him rip open the condom wrapper before gasping softly as he slid it onto his rock hard cock. after a moment, he plunged his cock deep inside of me which made me moan loudly. “mmph, that feels so good tom!” i moaned softly. “good girl…” he groaned out with a soft gasp of pleasure. he continued to thrust into me, which made loud squelching wet sounds. i loudly moaned his name over and over again as he increased his pace. i could feel my orgasm coming on. “oh yeah, you’re gonna let me fuck you like a good girl, right?” he moaned out. “yesss…” i groaned out. tom continued moaning and groaning as he thrusted faster into my tight pussy. suddenly, he reached down and began to roughly rub my clit, adding on to the stimulation. i moaned his name loudly as i squirted all over his cock. he groaned and his eyes widened in surprise. that was enough for him, i guess. he came with a loud, husky groan as he came inside of the condom. i collapsed onto my side and looked up at him, only to see him smiling down at me and softly kissing my ass cheek. he pulled off the condom from his cock and threw it in the trash can. “schatz, do you want me to eat your pussy?” he asked softly. holy shit, he just asked if he could eat my pussy. “yes…” i moaned out quietly. he lowered his head down to my dripping wet pussy and gently pushed my thighs apart. i moaned as i felt his soft, wet, warm lips touch my pussy for the first time. he began sucking on my clit while fingering me at the same time. “yeahh…” i moaned out. his lip piercing felt so cold and good on my clit. after a few minutes of him eating and fingering my cunt, i squirted all over his face and also inside his mouth. he let out a soft, muffled moan against my pussy before pulling away and laying down beside me. “sleep with me tonight, okay?” he asked. “sure.” i whispered into his neck. he tied his dreadlocks up into a loose bun at the top of his head before spooning me from behind and turning the lamp off. “you did so good tonight, you know that?” he whispered sweetly into my ear. i nodded softly as he kissed the top of my head, before we both drifted off to sleep. this was the best hookup ever.

#tom kaulitz #smut #tom kaulitz smut #fanfic

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blessedwithabadomen · 9 months ago

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in love with the mess - day five

summary : Aubrey is going on tour and, for once, she's decided to focus on having as much fun as possible. Oli can be a little shit but he does nothing short of adore Audrey and... well, maybe Noah a little, too. Noah likes the flirting, as long as no one gets too close, emotionally. But what will happen when the three of them take it too far?

content : fluff, flirting, drinking, everyone gets a kiss

length : 4.2k

tags (let me know if you want to be tagged!) : @veronicaphoenix @cookiesupplier @lma1986 @jilliemiw86 @bngurngheart @lacktoesandtoddlerants @narcissisticbehavior81 @flowery-mess @shilohrosechicken @justeli6 @starvingarsyn @floatinglikeaswan @somebodyels3

a/n : here we go!! enjoy and feel free to comment, ask, reblog 💗

•••

day five

Something about the check-in at the hotel in Manchester was fishy and had caused a ridiculous amount of chaos that needed to be sorted out by the tour managers. I made the best of the situation and got comfortable in the lobby with my laptop, determined to get some work done ahead of time. Lia was going to be here in just a few hours and I'd promised her to free my schedule as much as possible.

Plus, I knew we would be drinking, so the ride to Glasgow tomorrow was going to be spent regretting my hangover and lying in my bunk, not doing hours of work.

The only strange thing about the day so far was that I had seen neither Oli nor Noah. Noah’s absence was to be expected to a certain extent; he was in a different band, on a different bus, with slightly deviating schedules, so the chances of running into each other could be quite low. I hadn't gotten a message from him either though. At least rumour had been going around that he woke up as good as new this morning, whatever had been beating him down yesterday had vanished completely. Oli was more surprising considering he was consistently put into an adjacent hotel room, travelled in the same tour bus and technically employed me.

Funnily enough, the question about the two missing frontmen was answered sooner than the check-in chaos got resolved. I heard the two of them entering the lobby together before I saw them. Pushing each other away, both seemed eager to get to me first as soon as they spotted me, stealing a bag from each other's hands over and over again.

“Fucking stop, I’m the one who knew to get this for her,” Oli complained, trying to keep the paper bag out of Noah’s reach, who was quicker than him and caught it behind Oli’s back.

“Yeah, and I’m the one who’s gonna give it to her!”

“Give it back, you wanker!”

Their fight came to an abrupt end as they stood in front of me looking up at them over my laptop.

“I got you something,” Oli explained, motioning to the bag.

“We got you something,” Noah corrected.

“Just because you walked next to me, doesn’t mean you had anything to do with it!”

I felt another bout of their little spat coming on, so I quickly intervened and stole the bag from Noah’s hands. Both of them quieted down immediately, watching me as I opened it up. The sweet scent of pastries filled my nostrils immediately.

“Are these…?” I didn’t finish my question as I brought the baked good to my nose, inhaling it deeply once again before taking a hearty bite ouf of its flakey goodness. I didn't know how Oli new. I couldn't remember if I'd ever told him and if I had, I was sure it was in passing only. The fact that he not only was aware of my sweet tooth but also went out of his way to satisfy it with my favourite goods caused my stomach to flip. “Thank you so much, that’s so sweet.”

“From your favourite bakery,” Oli proudly agreed. “You said you weren’t in Manchester that often and- well, I thought after yesterday-”

“Wait, what happened yesterday?”

Suddenly, Noah was all ears. I was much too preoccupied with the best thing I’d tasted in months to think about how to explain. Oli had mentioned it, Oli could solve the situation.

“Aubrey was in a right mood last night,” Oli said with grin. “A little brat.”

I almost choked on my pastry, a few flakes flying away from me as I got my breathing back under control. I shouldn’t have been so surprised. Oli was hardly known for being a prude about these things.

“And I went to sleep instead,” Noah groaned, sounding genuinely remorseful. Our eyes met for a moment. Somehow, I knew we were both remembering last night, too, me bringing him back to the hotel room, him warning me off. He looked away first, as if a little embarrassed. I wasn’t sure what to do with it.

“I’m sure you’ll find out for yourself soon enough,” it burst out of me. But I’d already learned that the combination of us three left very little room to hold back in that aspect.

Oli leaned down to me, his thumb wiping at the corner of my mouth where some chocolate had seemingly gotten stuck. He tapped my lips. It was enough for me to dumbly open my mouth and suck it in, twirling my tongue around it to get another taste. He chuckled darkly, satisfied how easily I went along with him, before pulling away, finding another bit of chocolate to swipe away, this time offering his thumb to Noah.

He was torn. Quite visibly so. The tension hung in the air as he tried to decide on which move to make now, all three of us basically holding our breaths to see what would transpire.

Then, some loud laughter from the crew erupted somewhere else in the lobby, loud enough to pull him out of it. He actually shook his head, as if that could make the thoughts disappear.

“Fuck you, Oli,” he muttered, without much force behind it.

“Yeah,” Oli laughed, licking the chocolate of his thumb himself, “I bet you’d like to.”

•••

Whoever said that time flies when you’re having fun had never felt time slipping through your fingers when you were desperately trying to get your boss to get to all things in his agenda on time while he was being an absolute arse for no reason but to amuse himself. On top of that, your best friend was blowing up your phone in excitement of getting to see you, effectively starting a countdown that only served to distract you from the work you should be doing.

By seven o’clock, I was thoroughly exhausted and annoyed. At some point, Noah had even pulled me aside to give me a much needed hug, although it had been cut short by Lia announcing her imminent arrival. Luckily, Lia did what she did best and that was raise my mood impossibly the very second I saw her.

Her arms around me felt like home. She was the only anchor I felt I still had, while I was always trying to never get too settled in one place with my work taking me all over, but we’d been friends since childhood and she’d always refused to budge. I didn’t thank her for it enough.

“Okay, catch me up asap, what’s been happening, what’s been going down, have you managed to bang anyone yet?”

I shot an apologetic smile at the two stagehands walking past as I walked down the corridor with Lia, an AAA pass hung around her neck and so excited that I wondered if she’d had a drink before coming here. With a slightly quicker step, I dragged her into Oli’s dressing room, aware he was currently hanging out with the rest of his band.

“Well, there’s been no fucking, but…”

I awkwardly started tidying up the dressing room. It came as second nature, really, trying to make sure things were in order, helping Oli out for later, not letting him drown in his chaos. I busied myself with a hoodie that I decided needed folding.

“But?! Aubrey, you’re not seriously gonna leave me starved for information here!”

“I mean, I did make out with Noah and I’ve seen Oli’s dick, so…”

Her squealing, I was pretty sure, could be heard next door and I couldn’t help but laugh. Lia was nothing if not supportive of basically anything I did.

I gave her a quick rundown of the last few days, keeping some of the details to myself while still letting her know what I’d been up to, including just about every endeavour I’d found myself in with the guys. She did nothing short of react appropriately, aw-ing and ooh-in and gasping and laughing. I’d missed having her around.

In the middle of me letting Lia know that, yes, I most definitely got cleaned up after last night’s escapade and, no, Oli and I hadn’t spoken about it yet and also, no, I didn’t think Noah knew, when the door to the dressing room flew open and revealed Oli himself.

“Speak of the devil,” Lia mused and I briefly panicked about her letting Oli know just what we were talking about, even though I knew fully well she would never betray me like that.

“I could say the same about you,” Oli replied, attempting to sound cruel but unable to hide the smile on his face.

“Why on earth would you have been talking about me?”

“Oh, I wasn’t. I was referring to the part where you are the devil.”

“Oh, you bastard!” Lia exclaimed with a laugh. “You coming out with us after the show?”

“Hell no. We got an early bus call and a four-hour drive to Glasgow. And I know what you get up to, Lia.”

My heart sank a little, even though I knew Oli was only being reasonable. We did only have a few hours in the hotel before we needed to get going again. I was going to be fine, really - I planned on not getting blackout drunk and there wasn’t too much left for me to do tomorrow that I hadn’t already taken care of. Plus, I wasn’t the one who had to be up on stage that night delivering the show of their life.

“Fucking party pooper.”

“I’m so much of a party pooper that I specifically came to get you two because Bad Omens are about to start. Managed to organise some wine for you too. Good enough?”

“Just about,” Lia mused, standing up and walking past him and out of the room with the confidence only someone who had on idea which way the stage was could have. We both looked at her leave, overly amused, until I remembered she was my friend and I should probably make sure she wouldn’t get completely lost.

Oli stopped me at the door. “You gonna stop by when you get back tonight?”

“I could just text you that I got back safe, you know. It might get late.”

He slung his arm around my waist, pulling me into a side hug, a telling smirk playing on his lips. “I’ll gladly wake up for you.”

•••

I wasn’t quite sure how we ended up in Oli’s suite - a suite! Motherfucker had a suite all to himself! - playing questionable drinking games (Truth or dare? Never have I ever? 21 questions? Honestly, it was hard to tell at this point) way past midnight and maybe it was because I was a little intoxicated - not drunk, I was still aware I had a bus ride in just a few hours - but I was tipsy enough not to question it just yet.

The evening had gone something like this: Oli had, in fact, organised two bottles of wine and exclusive seats for us during the show. Lia was blown away by Bad Omens and the way Noah sang and how she couldn’t blame me at all for crushing on him. Then, Lia followed it up by being blown away by Bring Me The Horizon and their production and the Oli’s stage presence and the fact that I had somehow not banged him yet. Especially when he effectively climbed his videographer. Didn't help with the thoughts in my head either. Both of those bottles were killed by the time the show was over.

We had briefly ventured out to Lia’s favourite bar for a few shots, but had quickly realised that talking about Oli and Noah in a crowded place full of people who had just left the very concert they had performed at, wasn’t the wisest decision. So, with some more alcohol in tow, Lia had stolen my phone and texted the two men and somehow, somehow convinced them to join us for a little afterparty. Now all of us were feeling the buzz and going along with Lia’s questionable ideas.

“Worst place you’ve ever vomited?”

“Just about every single time it happened on stage, and love, it happened,” Oli laughed. Those had been the bad times. I didn’t miss them at all. I’d trade them for this version of Oli, happy, healthy, optimistic, flirty, bloody gorgeous any day.

“Alright. No need to get into that. Noah, empty your wallet and show everyone what’s inside.”

Noah didn’t hesitate, grabbing the item from the back pocket of his trousers and emptying its contents. There wasn’t too much interesting stuff in there - ID, a credit card, some loose change in more than one currency. Lia grabbed onto the condom wrappers immediately. Three of them.

“Ultra thin, extra lube, ribbed,” she read aloud. “Damn, someone knows how to treat their partners.”

Noah blushed a little under the redness that the alcohol had already flushed his cheeks with. I was pretty sure I did the same, my mind running away with thoughts. This was good. He quickly gathered them up again and stowed them away but I didn’t think he missed the way Oli raised his eyebrows at him. Surprise enough that he didn’t say anything.

“Aubrey, who would you like to kiss in this room?”

“Who wouldn’t I like to kiss!” I giggled, taking another sip of wine, even though it was starting to get to my head. Obviously.

“Well, me, hopefully, or you’ll have to deal with my wife,” Lia laughed, holding up the wedding ring on her finger. “Anyway. What caused your last relationship to break down?”

She didn’t aim the question at anyone in particular, but Noah, sweet, closed-off Noah, suddenly had an intense urge to answer.

“What didn't,” he groaned, throwing his had back and cradling the bottle in his hands. “Touring, the distance, the groupies that don’t exist, the missed phone calls, the not being enough.” He threw his hands in the air in defeat. I thought it was the most he had revealed about himself, like, ever. “And here comes the kicker. I was talking about proposing to her with the guys and looking up rings the very morning of the day she broke up with me.”

Silence engulfed us. A comment from Folio, just a few days ago, and Noah’s very unamused answer was whirling in my head, but I was too intoxicated to make perfect sense of it right now. I just knew there was a connection.

I didn’t know if telling him I was sorry would cut it. Bit of a big deal, really, finding someone to marry who drops you like that. What do you say to that? Luckily, good old Oli jumped in pretty much immediately.

“Emotionally unavailable and obsessed with myself,” he said. “Pretty sure that’s a direct quote, too. Probably not too wrong about it either.”

Apparently we were sharing break-up stories now. My turn, I decided.

“Told her that, very theoretically, mind, I would be open to polyarmory. Because, you know, I definitely think you can be in love with more than one person. And if everyone’s happy, I’m sure there’s something great about relationships that aren’t just two people. Well,” I mused, throwing back another sip of wine to keep myself going, spilling a little on my top, “all she heard was ‘this is an open relationship without any rules now’ and went and banged someone else the next day.”

The three of us looked each other, throwing pitiful looks around, realising we were all pretty fucked up in our own ways, and suddenly broke out laughing. It almost took my breath away, the intensity of the relief of sharing these little things with people so dear to me, letting them understand me a little better, understanding them a little better in return and oh god more wine on me. These jeans would have to go straight into the washing.

“Enough tearjerker stories,” Lia announced, but there was no malice in her words. “Let’s get back to the fun questions! Worst sex experience! Oli, please, I want to hear yours.”

“Alright, first one that comes to mind right now, couple of years ago, right, I hook up with this girl, all fun and games, but it’s very fucking tame, you know? And out of nowhere she just fucking chokes me. I’m not saying I don’t like it, but that proper came out of fucking nowhere. Like. Normally, you’d ease up to it, if you hadn’t talked about it.”

Suddenly, Oli seemed to be sitting much closer to Noah than before. I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination. Or the light.

“You’d have your hands on them somewhere,” Oli explained, drawing out his words, as his hand landed on Noah’s chest. He was caught off guard for a moment, but silently allowed the moment to play out. “Slowly move them up, see if they enjoy it.”

Oli followed through. Noah was definitely enjoying it. I was transfixed on the display in front of me.

“Get a little skin-on-skin contact.”

His fingers were tracing the line where Noah’s shirt ended, just letting his fingertips play with the hem a little. I’d never seen Oli so gentle, but it was doing things to my body. Noah’s breathing was speeding up now, chest heaving, unable to keep it hidden. I couldn’t blame him at all.

“See how they react to your hand being closer to their throat.”

Oli’s hand moved higher, carefully stroking the skin at Noah’s neck. Noah swallowed, hard, his eyelids fluttering shut. It was as if he was loosing all control over his bodily reactions. It was intoxicating to watch.

“And maybe, you know, if they don’t move away or move your hand, you can give it a try.”

And Oli did. Wrapping his hand around Noah’s throat and squeezing a little. Just the slightest bit. Just the possibility of more. And Noah moaned.

“And that’s my cue to get myself on an uber home!” Lia declared loudly, standing up and just about catching the wine bottle that had been in her lap before it toppled over onto the carpet. She was swaying a little, quite obviously the most drunk out of the four of us and I quickly made the executive decision to accompany her downstairs and wait with her. Oli gave me a nod, a satisfied smirk on his face. Noah didn’t look at me at all, but he seemed to be questioning all his life choices.

“Girl! What’s going on between the two of them? I knew you were developing… something with both of them, you didn’t tell me about the two of them with each other!”

I awkwardly fumbled with Oli’s room key as we descended on the lift. “I don’t think they know either.”

“But, do you mind?”

I looked at her, thoughtful for a moment, almost missing the time frame to leave the lift as it arrived in the lobby. Did I mind?

“No,” I answered, without giving it any further thought, just knowing. “No, I really don’t.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” Lia giggled, giving me a hug so enthusiastically it almost toppled us over. “Now go, go and get them together and then get them both for yourself.”

•••

I didn’t knock when I used the key card to get back into Oli’s room. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that I was going to be back - not only had I actively snatched the card from the desk but I had also left all my stuff in there. Still, none of us had seen the situation coming, apparently.

The first thing I saw when I entered the room was that neither Oli nor Noah were still sitting on the couch. The second thing I saw was that Oli had pressed Noah against the wall instead.

They didn’t notice me immediately, too caught up in their own world as Oli frantically pressed his lips to Noah’s. Entangled as if they simply couldn’t get close enough, one of Oli’s hands was in Noah’s hair, keeping him in place, keeping him complacent, the other running up the outside of his thigh, as Noah was pawing at Oli’s back, as if not sure what his hands were looking for, but trying all the same. My heart fluttered with… love? The door falling shut behind me caught their attention.

They didn’t jump apart. In fact, their hands were still exactly where they had left them. But both of them had turned their heads so fast it looked painful.

“Don’t stop on my account,” I grinned. “I’m very much enjoying this.”

Noah was visibly shaken up and out of breath and I wondered if that was what happened to people who got to kiss Oli Sykes, but Oli himself was in the best of moods.

“See, I heard that you went and kissed our Noah here,” he explained, slowly detaching himself from him. Noah’s body almost followed on its own account, seemingly not having enough of the other man just yet. “And I got really, really jealous. But now I’m realising that means he got to kiss you, too.”

“There’s really no need to be jealous, at all,” I replied, letting him come closer and closer, just to push him back onto the couch. Straddling his lap, my thighs on either side of his, was a logical conclusion. “You can kiss me anytime.”

There was a hint of hesitation. Something familiar in his eyes, something like home. A decade-long friendship that was begging to be ruined. I knew he saw the same in me. We’d done things with each other, things to each other, that went beyond any regular friendship. But this moment, this temptation of finally getting his mouth on mine, a kiss, felt like it weighed so much more heavily on both of us.

His hands landed on my thighs, moving up to the small of my back, giving me security and safety and all rationality be damned, I leaned down and allowed my lips to touch his.

A shockwave travelled through every inch of my being, then the tension evaporated, as if this was where I'd always meant to be. Oli was soft and pliant under me, a stark contrast to how he usually presented himself, to how he usually behaved around me even, but I indulged in the feeling, grabbing onto his arms to make them wrap around me, letting him hold me close, tightly. I couldn't stop my own hands from tracing along his torso, his neck, his face, silently mapping his body in a way I had never been allowed to before. When his tongue licked against my lips, I let him in.

The kiss became more frantic as I lost all self-control. Years and years of unfulfilled desires poured into us as I pressed myself into him. Oli tasted sweet, so much sweeter than expected, even with the beer still lingering. I could feel myself falling, deeper and deeper, like a feral animal willingly setting foot into a trap, the temptation of the bait calling too loudly to ignore.

I noticed the couch dip before my brain realised Noah was next to us. Then his hand was at the back of my head, gripping my hair and pulling me off Oli. Instantly, he had me turned toward him, Oli’s hands still on me, my body still on his lap, but now my lips were crashing into Noah’s. It was electrifying, his frantic kiss, how his lust must have built as he watched us. Oli’s mouth now at my neck, licking along my tendon, finishing it off with a soft bite.

Noah swallowed my moans easily, still holding me in place, still roughly moving my head to his own wishes. Oli was grinding up into me, his hard dick against my core making me squirm even through the layers, thoughts of what it had looked like, what he had looked like overwhelming my mind. When Noah let go of me it felt so sudden that I almost lost my balance, hands trying to find the couch table behind me as a way to steady myself. The dull noise of a bottle hitting the carpeted floor had all three of us halt in our movements.

The wine ended up on the carpet after all, like a bad metaphor for whatever the three of us had just started and might be unable to stop.

I got up from Oli’s lap, Noah also standing up as if he suddenly didn’t know where he was supposed to be anymore. The awkwardness in the room was tangible, the lines we had just crossed almost becoming visible in my mind as my tipsy brain struggled to make sense of the consequences.

When Noah and I announced our separate departures, Oli didn’t say a word, still staring at the dark red colour seeping into the plush beneath his feet. Both of us went in opposite directions in the hallway. I didn’t know if that was supposed to be a metaphor too.

#Noah Sebastian fic #Noah Sebastian #Oli Sykes fic #Oli Sykes #Noah Sebastian x reader #Oli Sykes x reader #in love with the mess

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spooky-bunnys · 1 year ago

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another taiju request cause I just found out something and i had this idea. So it’s canon that taiju likes sharks so imagine the reader one day showing up to his house and says he bought something special for him and go to change real quick and taiju is probably thinking something else but when the the reader walks out he’s in this cute shark onesie and starts acting like a shark and says “but that’s not all look” and pulls out a shark onesie for taiju and maybe Hakkai and yuzuha come home to see the reader and taiju acting like sharks while wearing the shark onesie and taiju start playfully chasing Hakkai while the reader is playing the jaws theme in the background

Meanwhile yuzuha is secretly recording this beautiful moment

Sorry it's so short and not exactly what you wanted. I'm writing Draken's Brother part 5. Haitani Baby Brother part 3. I'm also writing the D.L x V.K. crossover. And I'm trying to write something special for having 200 followers. But i hope you Enjoy!

Shark Attack

Taiju x Male Reader

When (Name) texted Taiju he had a surprise waiting for him at home. Yhe Black Dragons could tell their boss was excited. He was constantly checking the time on his phone. Since (Name) had gone shopping with his younger siblings. So he was excited to see what (Name) had gotten him. He wasn't going to lie. He hopes it's something "special".

His phone buzzed and Taiju almost fell over trying to get his phone out of his pocket. The gang members all sweatdropped. This was their mighty leader? When he saw it was a text from (Name) informing him they were home. The members had never seen their boss run so fast. "He does remember we have a meeting in like an hour right?" Kokonoi asked looking at his best friend who shrugged.

"He left with a smile. (Name) probably has something to do with it." Inui replied looking back at him. Kokonoi cringed. "Hey that's my cousin! I don't want to know what they're up to like that." The look of disgust and the shiver Kokonoi had as enough to explain his answer. He'd walked in on them too many times.

I mean how else are you supposed to react when you find out your cousin is EXTREMELY flexible. By walking in on your boss blowing your cousins back out on his kitchen counter. Please Kokonoi never wanted to see something like that again. But did when he got invite to swim at (Name)'s house and found his cousin preaching Taiju's name like he was a Saint in the hot tub!

Back with Taiju who had just pulled into the drive way of his and (Name)'s house. He turned off his bike and made his way inside. Expecting an empty house for his surprise but only to see both of his younger siblings playing what he guessed was a new game (Name) probably got Hakki. "I'm home" He called out. The two siblings barely looked away from the TV answering with a quiet "Welcome home."

(Name) came out of the kitchen with a new apron on. Considering Taiju ripped the other one off him last week. Taiju cringed remembering the smack and lecture he got for destroying the apron which apparently was a birthday gift from his siblings. "Babe! I wasn't expecting you to be home so soon! Don't you have a meeting soon?"

Taiju shrugged. If it meant spending more time with his (Name) he didn't care about some meeting. Inui and Kokonoi can take care of it. "I got your message that you had a surprise for me?" (Name)'s face lit up and he squealed kissing Taiju's cheek before running upstairs. Taiju confused smiled loving how happy (Name) seems to be.

It didn't take long for (Name) to return. Taiju was expecting a revealing outfit. Like maybe a crop top and those shorts Taiju has been trying to convince (Name) to get. But no. (Name) came hopping down the stairs in a full suit. A full shark onesie. Taiju froze staring at him. (Name) giggled catching his attention. "That's not all~" (Name) pulled from behind his back an even bigger shark onesie. Taiju smirked widely. God does he love him.

Bouns:

(Name): *playing jaws music from his phone*

Hakki: *running away with tear filled eyes*

Taiju: *chasing after Hakki in the shark onesie* I'm gonna eat you!

Yuzuha: *recording to sent to Kokonoi and Mitsuya*

#male reader #x male reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x male reader #taiju x male reader #taiju shiba x male reader #taiju shiba

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xuchiya · 7 months ago

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this song is one of my favorites and this was played while my team and i were having fun showcasing our prototype on our university week and yeah .. it is meant for my crush so too bad he didn't hear my message bc he wasn't there .. jk

fluff (based on a real life experience)

as i walked around, smiling and handing students flyers of our work, who were walking around looking at the computer science and engineering inventions or prototypes created by groups of amazing individuals with intellectual minds.

"hey girly!" almost dropping the flyers, carla—one of my good friends tackled me in a hug. i chuckle, wrapping my arms around her small figure, "hey how's the booth? how many signatures did you guys have?"

she puffs an air out, rolling her eyes, "gosh as much as I want to pass, this is hard. we're still at 50 signatures. what 'bout you guys?"

i look over my shoulders to see 2 of my group mates missing while the other 2 explain our work to wandering and curious students. i turn back to her, "not sure to be honest, ron and james are missing so we could still be around 30? not much."

"oh ron and james? they're holding the guest book paper before they leave." my head clicked immediately and laughed quietly, "smart bastards."

"martin saw what they did and is going around the campus too. anyways ..." her voice trailed off. i look at her confused, leaning on to my other hip, holding the flyer close to my chest "what?"

her lips curled up, bumping her hips to mine with a teasing manner, "wooyoung is walking around ... he's checking out all of our prototype." my eyes suddenly widen at the mention of wooyoung.

wooyoung is 4 years ahead of all of us hence the level year he is, which he is now graduating soon. because of the pandemic and short incomes, wooyoung stopped his studies until both of his parents got back up and let him continue his studies, even though he is already a few years behind though his other friends have work or have their own business, they didn't let wooyoung felt that he is out of place just because he is still studying. they knew his story and they understood him well. good friends indeed.

"oi! you're smiling like crazy, you're in love again ah!" she teases, slapping my bicep playfully. i scoff, turning around to walk back to my booth, "stop and I am not—it's just a happy crush."

as soon as i place the flyers down and face her, my two members plus her look at me with 'oh really?'. i pick up some discarded candy wrappers and threw it at them. they laughed at my reddened face, "geez girly if it wasn't for the heat index here in Manila, we would assume it's for wooyoung."

i turn away from them, grabbing my aqua flask and drinking the ice cold water defending the scorching heat of Manila’s summer. turning the mini fan brought by james, using the back of my hand– i wipe off the sweat trickling down the underside of my chin and jaw. as the days go on, so does the excessive heat, working outside is difficult to do without breaking TOO MUCH sweat.

“here.” a voice called out, i look up and to my surprise, wooyoung crouched on the same level as i was. i stared at him then to his extended hand where a handkerchief was reaching for me, my brows furrowed, “huh? no no i don’t want to. i mean thank you but it’s like .. i mean personal hygiene?”

i rambled without realising it until he chuckled softly, he moved forward– patting the sweat gently. the small distance we had, had my heart flying off the cage of my chest and the heat that was burning people’s skin was now all over my cheeks as wooyoung’s hand, surprisingly soft and gentle, held my sweaty face. his touch sent a jolt through me, and i could’ve sworn his thumb brushed against my cheekbone. a blush crept up my neck, and i stammered, unsure of what to say with our faces so close.

his touched lingered as he pulled away, his eyes searching mine with intensity that made my breath catch, “do you have an extra hanky?” i cleared my throat, pointing at the handkerchief wrapped around my hair, “no, i was in a hurry because i had to set up our prototype that i forgot to bring my clamp or my hair tie.”

he hums, “have you eaten lunch?” once again i spoke, “no …” he clicks his tongue, standing back up, i followed his figure to which i saw him approach my group mates and spoke to them. my head was all over the place, his touch, his voice and the way he cares for someone. so much luck for that person he will be with, breaking my heart in the process that this is all just a stupid “happy” crush, nothing more and nothing less—nothing to take serious. i sigh, shaking my head and scolding my hopeful heart.

“you’re so blind girly…” my head snapped towards carla, she smacked my head gently–playful way. i pout, “what? I’m not trying to hurt myself by giving myself false hope that he feels the same way.” carla sighs, “he wouldn’t go beyond those boundaries if he doesn’t feel the same way or he wouldn’t do those if “friends” act so much beyond that.”

“carla is right.” carla and i turned to wooyoung with a smile, perfect timing, my stomach growled loudly, shattering the silence. my cheeks burned with shame as carla claps as she cackles beside me. wooyoung raised his eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes, “look’s like it is telling me you did not eat breakfast to.”

i scoff, looking away,”told you i’m in a hurry…” i heard him chuckle before i saw his hand reaching out for my wrist, pulling me up, “huh?”

“i ask for your groups permission to let you eat first then after that they can eat.” i turn to my group mates to see them giving me a thumbs up, then looking back at wooyoung, “are you not busy?” he shakes his head, “i can make space for our first date.”

And that my folks, is how he had taken me breathless by being effortlessly romantic and being a sweet gentleman.

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez fluff #ateez wooyoung #ateez jung wooyoung #wooyoung ateez #wooyoung x reader #jung wooyoung #wooyoung fluff

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josiesullysblog · 2 years ago

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His and Only His

~AGED UP Neteyam x Na’vi reader

~Explicit content, dom Neteyam, Sub reader, toy play

~Proofread?-no

~Summary- You were never one to let people walk all over you, but once you and Neteyam meet that changes.

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You were a very opinionated person. If you wanted to say something, you were going to say it regardless if it hurt someone's feelings. Your mother said this was the best thing about you, that so many people are fake and it's refreshing to see someone so real.

So, you always did what you wanted, you weren't hurting anyone so why hold back what you wanted to say? You weren't mean, bitchy, some people would say, but you believed you were living your truth.

You had many friends, but none of them topped the friendship you had with Kiri. You two were connected by the hip, doing anything and everything together, but you never expected to fall for her older brother.

It started normal, you, of course, knew of him due to his title, and he was your best friend’s brother. A small hi or wave would happen and you two would be on with your day. Until one day it changed.

His body changed, and you had wondering eyes. He was taller, his voice was deeper, and he started hanging out a lot more. Neteyam noticed changes in you as well, your body started shaping, and you grew big boobs, bigger than anyone.

He wasn't the only one noticing the difference between you and other Na’vi girls. He couldn't explain why but it started to irk him how others spoke about you, but he knew his thoughts were worse. You were a loud opinionated girl but he knew he could break you.

He could make you shut up, no other man could do that to you. You needed to be dominated to have a man put you in your place but he knew you wouldn't voice this. So he’d have to break you, but he found this more fun.

He memorized your schedule, he appeared only for a short period but a long enough time to where he knew he’d have your attention.

“How come I always see you?” you questioned him, “oh i’m on your mind?” he smirked at you. You shook your head, “no! It's not like that Neteyam,” he noticed the small blush appear on your cheeks. Perfect.

You had a crush on Neteyam, I mean how could you not? He was the finest man and had the best manners, but what you didn't know was that he was feeling you just as much.

Friday, was your relaxing day. No stresses, no jobs, and no training, a whole day dedicated to you. You lay in the sun, not noticing Neteyam’s eyes lingering on you.

“Beautiful day hm?” you jumped up looking at the voice, “yeah,” you said carefully watching the boy as he came closer, “feels nice to just relax?” you nodded, not having any words to say.

“You know the best way to relax is?” you shook your head noticing how he held a hand behind his back, “one thing I’ve learned is that those sky people love pleasure.”

He pulled out a small thing, it fit in the palm of his hand it made your curiosity skyrocket, “what is that?” he smiled, “this my dear, is to help relax you in the best way possible, orgasm,” your eyes widened, “what?”

Neteyam laughed, “you out of all people should know,” you immediately stood up, “what do you mean by that?” Neteyam found it's comical that you thought you could intimate him. “You're always so tense,” he stood behind you, messaging your shoulders causing your breath to hitch.

“Don’t you want to feel good,” he couldn't think right, his voice, his touch, everything it was too much, “I guess,” he kissed your neck, “then you’d let me put this in you.” his words made sense you didn't know why.

You wanted to relax, “okay,” his hands traveled down taking your bottom off. His fingers found your entrance a moan coming out as a result, “already so wet for me,” your head flew back, “oh, yes please,” Neteyam smiled he had you just where he wanted you.

He stuck a finger in, stretching you, molding you to be ready for the toy. He found it after trying to get Lo’ak to come home after spending time with Spider. He knew it was wrong to steal, but the thought of you struggling to stand up because of something so small turned him on.

“Once this goes in you,” he said as he pushed it in, you threw your hand over your mouth which was quickly grabbed. His hand proceeded to play with your breast, “slow down Teyem,” his smile deepened, “i’m the only one who can take this out [Y/n].”

He became serious, grabbing your chin, “if I find out this is taken out, it won't be pretty for you.” the toy felt uncomfortable but fun. You squirmed as Neteyam finally let go of you, “say yes sir,” you tried catching your breath, “yes sir.”

You were so stupid. The only thought going through your mind was how could you let him put that thing in you. Every step you took was a reminder of what you let him do to you. Kiri would be so upset, your thoughts got the best of you.

You helped bandage up anyone hurt in the war party, hopefully, enough time to get your thoughts straight. This bit walked in, so insignificant you didn't even know his name. “Hey, [Y/n] help him!” you smiled as you told the boy to sit down.

Throughout the whole interaction, not many words were exchanged. You were so focused that you hadn't even noticed Neteyam lurking. You didn't know he was there till a vibration caused you to gasp, “are you alright,” you nodded, “yeah just got a body chill.”

You finished him off, holding back moans, “maybe you should lie down,” he said walking off, you just nodded as you made eye contact with Neteyam.

You walked over to the boy, “Neteyam stop,” he just smiled, “stop what? I’m not the one touching other boys,” your eyes widen, “that wasn't my choice I had to and why do you even care,” he grabbed your chin quickly, “everything having to do with you is my concern.”

The anger in your body dissolved as he spoke, “you always have something to say hm? I’m going to show you, your nothing but a cock sleeve.”

“That's not true,” you felt him intensify the vibrations, “look at you, fighting back moans, and you're not a cock sleeve,” your knees bucked, falling into Neteyam, “it's better if you admit it now.”

“Never,” you weren't going to betray your friend, your best friend. Neteyam forced you onto your knees, standing in front of you. “Suck,” he showed you his shaft, the head dripping with precum. “Don’t make me ask again.”

You wanted to push his buttons, see how far they’d go but at that moment you listened to him. Your mouth took him, bobbing on contact. Neteyam moaned watching you, “see I told you, nothing but a horny slut.”

You didn't hear his words, as you let your hand surround the rest of the part that didn't fit in your mouth. Vibrations roared inside you, causing you to moan on his dick. “Fuck just like that,” you were gone, like an addict you wanted more of him.

“I’m going to cum and when I do, pretty girl your all mine,” you went faster wanting him to cum, which you exceeded. He let out a loud moan, “fuck,” you wiped your mouth as you looked at yourself. Hair a mess, on the floor, you don't even know how you go to this point.

You shook your head, “why?” you sobbed, “why are you doing this to me?” he just smiled, “because you need me,” you looked at him confused, “you don't know it yet but you want to be dominated you love it.”

You moaned as you felt yourself coming near to orgasm, “you were made to be on your knees,” he watched you on the floor, “everything about you is submissive.”

You moaned louder as you were near, trying to cover your sound as the toy finally came to a stop.

“Your mine, [Y/n],” he got to your level making eye contact, “your body, your soul, everything you were made for me,” he kissed you as his hands slid up and down your arm.

“What about Kiri? Everyone else they’ll say-,” he cut you off, “do you think I care about what they have to say? I want you,” he grabbed your chin, “if I want you, i’ll have you.”

You stood up, wiping your tears, “how do I know you won't hurt me?” Neteyam smiled, “I want to fuck you, make you my horny slut, but I promise you this I’ll never mistreat you.”

He kissed your hand, “you are my most prized possession and you’ll be treated as such,” you smiled feeling giddy hearing him say that, “I’d like that.”

He smiled, “I know, you don't know what I have in store for you, little one,” his hands played with your nipples, “you have no idea.”

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Hey guys! Sorry this was late I had last-minute plans but I got this done. The week is over so I’ll be going back to my old posting schedule :( but summer coming soon! Hope you all enjoyed it!

#avatar way of water #neteyam #avatar loak #avatar #jake sully #neteyam x y/n #avatar neytiri #neytiri #avatar tuk #avatar neteyam #avatar jake #avatar smut #avatar kiri #neteyam x na'vi!reader #neteyam smut #protective neteyam #neteyam sully #neteyam x you #awow smut

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anangelwhodidntfall · 2 years ago

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A New Star: Jake Sully

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Request: Hi! Can you please do a Jake x Pregnant! (Na’vi) Reader when Y/n goes into labor and has to have a C-section but because she is Na’vi she doesn’t know what that is and she starts to freak out and Jake tries to calm her and explain what a C-section is? I can send the request as a message if you want.

Background Info:

C-section: It's when they give birth and they cut the lower stomach to get the baby out

Why c-sections happen: It's usually done for the safety of both mother and baby or if the baby is too big

The past eight months have been nothing short of amazing since you and Jake found out that you were expecting your first child together. You were so nervous to tell Jake at first worried about his reaction but instead, he was over the moon with joy that you were pregnant, that was the one thing he had wanted since you guys mated was to have a child or children born from the love you two shared. Jake was so wonderful during pregnancy, he constantly waited on your hand and foot and nothing was too much for him even if it was late-night cravings or holding your belly for a bit just to relieve you for a bit. There was no one else you rather have by your side during this.

"How are you two feeling my love?" Jake asked walking in and sitting behind you softly rubbing your back.

"Alright, I'm ready for them to come out." You said with a small laugh.

"Just a few more weeks my love. They will be here before you know it, is there anything else I can do to help you?" He asked you hating to see you in so much discomfort.

"Hmmm, a kiss or two since you didn't give me any when you came home today." You said with a pout as he laughed softly turning your head toward him and prepping your face with all kinds of kisses making you giggle.

"I love you sweet girl, and I love you, my child." He said kissing you and then kissing your bump making you smile.

"I love you too ma Jake." You said rubbing your nose against his.

A few weeks later you and Neytiri were talking when you felt pain in your stomach almost like a cramp, not really thinking anything of it because those have been happening a lot during your pregnancy, you went about your day well and tried to at least until they were almost a minute a part which made Neytiri help you up and try to get to her mother's.

"No Tiri, Jake he isn't......here..." You said as another contraction hit you.

"I will send someone to go get him...don't worry but we need to get you to my mother's." She said as you nodded your head.

Meanwhile Jake and Tsu'tey were coming back from their hunt from this morning when Neytiri came over to comms..

"Jake, do you copy?" She asked as screaming could be heard in the background.

"I copy, what is it Neytiri?" He asked worriedly.

"It's y/n, she getting ready to give birth....Tiri tell him to hurry his ass up, he promised he be here." He could hear you say.

"Go to her, I can handle everything from here." Tsu'tey said as Jake thanked him and ran towards the Hometree.

When he got to Mo'at's tent he saw Norm and Max there off to the side ready in case something happened while Mo'at worked and Neytiri held your hand trying to comfort you. Jake made his way to your side gently taking a seat next to you.

"Oh my sweet girl, I'm so sorry I wasn't here but look you are doing so good." He said pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Ma Jake, you made it." You said looking at him with a tired smile on your face.

"Hey y/n, we're just gonna do another quick scan to make sure everything is okay before we start, okay?" Norm asked as you nodded your head.

Jake watched as they placed the gel on your stomach before doing the scan but the look on their faces told him everything he needed to know.

"The baby is upside down meaning that during a normal pregnancy, the fetus during birth is head-down, facing the mother's back but your's feet first...so we are gonna have to a c-section in order to deliver them safely." Max explained as panic rose through you.

"C-section? What is that?" You asked anxiously.

"They're gonna probably put you under and cut you right about here so they can safely deliver the baby..." Jake explained looking to Norm for backup.

"Yeah it will only be an hour y/n, you won't feel anything." Norm said trying to comfot you as you shook your head no.

"Mo'at?" You asked her nervously.

"This is the way my child, everything will be fine I promise." She said to you not really helping calm you down as Jake could still feel you shaking.

"Baby look at me, hey look at me... I'm not gonna let anything happen to you or our baby okay? Max and Norm know what they are doing, and I'm gonna be right here the entire time, so I just want you to relax and let them handle it from here, you've done wonderful caring for them the last nine months, now it's time to meet them." He said as you nodded your head.

"It's gonna be okay, when you wake up, our child will be here. I love you, my sweet girl." He said pressing a kiss to your lips.

"I love you too Ma Jake." You said to him giving him a small smile.

You let everyone know that you were ready to proceed with the C-section, Norm came over and put a breathing mask over your face, and hooked some wires up to you so they could monitor your stats during the operation.

The operation took about an hour to complete once they started, and soon enough a beautiful baby boy was pulled out and shown off and Jake swore his heart stopped from seeing his son...a life he helped create. He watched as Mo'at cleaned the baby and looked over it with a smile on her face, before handing it to Max.

"Dad, would you like to hold him, while we sew mom up?" Max asked walking over to Jake.

Jake gently took his son in his arms, smiling down at him as his son wrapped his hand around his finger. Jake could already tell that ya'lls son was going to look like you when he got older, he could see your features in his.

"Ma Jake....?" You asked tiredly.

"Hi sweet girl, how are you feeling?" He asked turning towards you.

"Tired...how did it go? Where's the baby?" You asked making him smile as Norm came to help you sit up so you didn't tear your stitches.

"Our baby is a he who looks exactly like you....and he is right here." Jake said placing him in your arms watching as a smile spread across your face.

"Your so perfect.." You said quietly to yourself as Jake put his arm around you.

"What are you gonna name him?" Neytiri asked.

"'Äokx Te Pxun'll Lätstxut'itan." You said with a smile on your face as Jake pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"I'm so proud of you." He said to you.

"Thank you, but I couldn't have done without you." You said pressing a kiss to his lips.

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Unraveling Hearts

Member: Jeongin x AFAB! reader

Word count: 2.8K

Trigger warnings: Break up, mentions of cold expressions. Jeongin does grab reader by wrist and drag her somewhere. Suggestive kissing. Angst. Smartassery from Hyunjin. Anything else I couldn’t think of

A/N: oooffff a short little one shot for you sweetheart. It’s been a while since I wrote a 2k word post and tbh there was WAY more to this story than anticipated it used to be long af then I changed my mind and only added the ending to it instead. But damn I’m making moves lol I got One More time Episode 2 coming out in a couple days too and some little requests here and there but my requests are still open and I’m still going to be uploading Cardinal soon.

For you dear: @neteyamsmate4life

Not my gif

You stood nervously in the lobby of your dorm; it was a little past 8 and Jeongin hadn’t called or texted you. You bit your bottom lip as you looked at your reflection in the window once more. You felt as if you looked ridiculous. Your hair wavy and framing your face, the pink crop top looked closer to a bra rather than a shirt. You thanked God your jeans and shoes matched with the shirt compared to the skirt your friend Hyeri wanted to put you in. You contemplated calling Jeongin as you made your way outside. You can remember the way he had invited you to this party. It was his insistence that you needed to take a break and relax. He’d promised to meet you outside your dorm at 8 yet, he was nowhere to be found. Disappointment fills you as you sit on the steps of your dorm. Watching the minutes pass by with tears streaming down your face as the time reaches 9pm.

Where the hell is he? Anger fills you as you dial Jeongin’s number only to be met with his voicemail laughing at you as you end the call and dialing the number once again. You chuckle to yourself “of course...” you feel your heart shatter as your messages go unanswered. You look around at the starry winter sky, the cold air kissing your tear-stained cheeks; letting out a heavy sigh you lift yourself from your he stair. Maybe he wasn’t really as excited about your first real date since your 6-month relationship began. You never kissed, or even spent any time alone together really. His friends were always around as he shared a house with them. How could he do this? On the one time he’d promised it would be just you two. And whilst yes you were supposed to be going to a party, he was the one that swore up and down it would be just him and you and he’d help you relax. All your excitement for anything was completely washed away at the sight of your phone screaming at you that Jeongin was 2 hours late. It was 10pm and you give up. “Y/N!” You hear calling from behind you as your about to pull the dorm door open. Shaking your head in disbelief you reswipe your keycard and pull the door open “Y/N! Wait, I can explain!” Jeongin calls panic filling his tone as you feel a hand wrap around your wrist. “I’m sorry I’m late Jisung needed me to—2 Hours…” you cut him off as you turn to glare at him. Your anger almost subsiding at the guilty look plastered on his face. “You’re 2 hours late, Jeongin” you state your tone devoid of any emotion. “I know! I’m sorry Jisung really needed my—your help? Don’t worry Jeongin it’s fine it’s not like I expected anything less…” you brush him off as you try to make your way inside, Jeongin’s hand placing itself on the doorway blocking your entry. You scowl at the usually stoic boy only to be met with apologetic pleading eyes and a pout to match. “I’m really sorry, you know how it can be with the guys. I really didn’t mean to be so late. I wanted to go—I still want to go” He pleads grasping your hands. You shake your head in response no words able to find their way out.

You didn’t know what to say. How much more did you have to sacrifice for his friends? While you loved the other guys, this was supposed to be your first time alone with your boyfriend and somehow his friend became a priority once again. “Fine! We don’t have to go to the party, we can go to my place. The guys went to the party we can hang out” he suggests.

“Jeongin I just want to go to bed…”

“Please, I just want to be with you right now. I’ll come with you a-and hang out with you.”

“Jeongin, I don’t want to be around you right now” you could see his resolve break at your words. A whimper releasing itself from his throat. “I know I don’t have a right to ask you to dedicate your time to me when I couldn’t do the same for you but I’m here now I really just want to fix this please let me…” you could tell by his tone he felt terrible, yet you couldn’t stop thinking “when will I ever come first with you?” You think out loud. His eyes widen, his mouth hanging open as he searches for an answer. He could see where this was going, his breathing became erratic as he searched for a glimpse of mercy in your eyes “Y/N I-I’m s—I don’t think we should see each other anymore” you cut him off, shoving your way past him. The cracks that formed in his heart at your tear-stained face now crumbling. “W-what?!” Tears fill his eyes, as you put distance between you two. “Let’s break up” you state matter of factly. Your words send him into a panic “wait! This isn’t—y-you can’t just—I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I don’t want to break up I can make it up to you” he begs his arms wrapping themselves around your waist pulling you into his frame as he buries his face in your hair “don’t. Don’t go. I don’t want this I want to be with you I want you I’m sorry please I can change I can fix this.”

“I’m sorry Jeongin, I can’t be with someone that continuously puts me on the back burner. I can’t keep questioning if you’re even attracted to me. I love you Jeongin but I can’t keep lying to myself anymore” before you pull yourself away from him and make your way inside ignoring Jeongin’s tear filled calls of your name.

*RING*

“We’ll if I can say anything about Jeongin.” Your friend Sumin chuckles “he sure is persistent” she declines his call on your phone as she fixes her mascara. You roll your eyes at her as you pull your shirt on; grabbing your phone from her hand, lifting your bag from the chair behind her “let’s not say anything about him” pulling open your door you gesture her into the hallway. “We have to go off campus to meet Hyeri you wanna take the bus?” You ask changing the subject as you lock the door behind you. “Where were we meeting her again?” She questioned as you made your way toward the stairs. Smiling my at the friendly hellos you receive as you trudge through lobby. Coming to the front door you freeze as Jeongin’s plea rang through your ears.

‘I’m sorry’

Why’d you react the way you did?

‘I’m really sorry.’

Why couldn’t he just have shown up on time?

‘Please I can change.’

Why couldn’t you believe him?

‘I don’t want this...’

Did you?

It’s been 3 days since your breakup with Jeongin and yet, you couldn’t find yourself ready to face the world yet. Like somehow going outside would be finding closure or putting the last nail in the coffin of your relationship. You couldn’t comprehend your actions that night; you did not understand why you questioned him the way you did. “You, okay?” Sumin’s voice laced through your ears cutting off your thoughts. You nod despondently before shoving your way out the door. “Hyeri wants us to meet her at some cat café that just opened downtown before the movie” you state as the crisp air kissed your cheeks. You hear Sumin’s phone going off with multiple notifications “ahh, good to know I’m not the only one that knows someone so…persistent” you tease bumping your shoulder with hers. She rolls her eyes “shut up” she groans “he won’t leave me alone. Remember that guy I was hooking up with a couple weeks ago?” You nod not wanting to engage in that memory “well a one-night stand turned into multiple until I found out he has a girlfriend last night at the party…Why are guys so annoying?” She questions behind a pout. “I don’t know if I did, I wouldn’t be single right now” you groan. The two of you walked in silence, lost in the thought of a broken heart.

Your feet felt like cinderblocks as you stared at nothing but the road. Where could things have gone differently? You could have definitely taken the initiative at least once, but what good would it have done? Jeongin still would have kept you at arm's length and prioritized his friends. Your pulled out of your thoughts as you collide with a firm frame. Your body tumbling back as you land on the road. A firm scowl sat on your face as you go to reprimand the person only to come face to face with an unamused smirk. He nods to you before making his way past you, “Y/N, you, okay?” Sumin calls as she helps you to your feet. “I’m fine...” you shrug. “I’m sorry would work you know, Hyunjin!” Sumin scolds making the boy halt and turn to glare at her. “I’m not the one that wasn’t paying attention” he challenges “it’s not my problem nor my responsibility to apologize” she glares at him “You—it’s fine I’m sorry Hyunjin-ssi” you cut her off as you bow and pull her away, freezing as Hyunjin sneers “so formal now. Why are you acting like you don’t know me? What? You dump Jeongin so you dump all of us? Is that how it works now…... interesting” you stare at him pulling his phone out as he walks away.

“What’s his problem? Is he always such a dick?” Sumin growls beside you glaring back in the direction Hyunjin had walked off to. “No..”you shrug “he’s actually one of the nicest out of all of them” waving off his attitude. Shaking your head at the encounter you encourage your friend to let it go and forget about his behavior. Anxiety hits you like a ton of bricks as the familiar shops come into view. Why didn’t your run in with Hyunjin give you heed? You were near Jeongin’s place. Dammit Hyeri you mentally curse her, ignoring Sumin’s ranting about Hyunjin and the nerve of someone to be so hot yet so arrogant in her eyes. You chuckle to yourself at her lovesick ranting. “You must have really liked him or something “you tease “can’t stop talking about him…” Sumin’s turns to glare at you “I’ll kill you if you say anything” confirming your suspicions. You laugh at her blushed expressions turning to face her as you take backwards steps. “I can set you up, he’s single from what I’ve heard” you taunt. She rolls her eyes at your pestering. A genuine laughter taking over your body as you stare at her blushed cheeks, your laughter halting when you see her movements stop panic etched onto her features. “What?” You question as you turn around.

“Y/N…” that familiar voice whispers with sadness etched into their voice. You’re met with a very rough looking Jeongin. Your breathing is shaky “well...” Sumin cuts the tension “I’m gonna…not be here” she excuses herself barreling past Jeongin, who’s gaze never left your face. “Sumin!” You plead as she speeds away. You try to shove your way past your ex whose hand holds you in place by your arm. Shock sitting on his perfect features. “What are you doing?” You question staring at where your two bodies met. “What I should have done…” he states matter of factly as he begins to drag you toward his house by your arm. “L-let me go…” your voice is small and hesitant, and he makes no move to release you. “Yang Jeongin! Let me go!” You growl with more firmness in your tone as he pulls you past the gate and up the path to the door. “Um Hello! Let me go!” Your patience wearing thin as you struggled to pull yourself free. “Dude I literally broke up with you! You can’t just grab me whenever you want” you exclaim in frustration. You hear an annoyed ‘tsk’ come from him as he turns to face you “you’re right! You broke up with me which means I don’t have to be nice or listen to you anymore” he snaps as he forces the door open.

You’re greeted by Jisung and Chan on the couch, bright smiles decorating their lips as they wave to you. You jump as Jeongin slams the door behind you and continues dragging you toward his room. “Get. Out.” He snaps at the boys and no glare at him and leave with a roll of their eyes.

Once you were inside Jeongin’s room you quickly put distance between yourself and your ex opting to stand at his desk on the other side of the room as he made himself comfortable on the bed. “You’re gonna be here a while you sure you want to stand?” He teases. Anger bubbles in your stomach, how dare he? Who the hell does he think he is? You think to yourself. Never once in your life did you experience this level of anger “you think you’re cute or something?” You snap “why the fuck am I here? I don’t have time to deal with your smug ass today” the look in Jeongin’s eye changes from a smug satisfaction to something darker as he places himself on the edge of the bed “I don’t know why you think you have the upper hand here” he chuckles as he smirks at you “Im leaving” you scoff at his audacity. “That’s not happening...” he states curtly. You make your way toward the door gripping the handle tightly you go to pull it open as Jeongin’s hand slams it closed from behind you. “You’re not leaving.” He declares, determination in his tone. You turn to face him, your eyes widening as you see him towering over you. This was the first time he’s ever been so close; you can feel your knees growing weaker as he caressed your cheek “Im not letting you get away again” his voice is barely above a whisper as he leans in and brushes his lips over your cheek. “It feels like I can’t breathe without you” he states as he places soft kisses against your neck. The new action sending a shock straight to your core. “T-that’s not my problem” you try to sound unaffected. His hand glides down your waist as he leans into you his forehead pressing against your own. “D-don’t.” You stammer, an amused smirk grows on his lips “don’t?” He teases “it doesn’t seem like you don’t want me to” your hands lay on his chest with very little effort into actually trying to get him to back away.

You stare at his lips as they come closer and closer “we aren’t together anymore we can’t…” you murmur “why can’t we?” He questioned lust dripping from his words “I-I... —see baby it’s okay” he cut you off “besides it’s not like I had a chance to do much of this when we were together anyway” his use of the pet name sent you reeling. He kissed your neck once more, this time he nipped and sucked at your sensitive spot making a small moan release from your lips. You hear a groan come from the boy “hmm, you really expect me to let you go when it’s the first time I can have you like this…just all to myself” he teases “I’m not letting you go again baby, not again. Not without you knowing how I feel” he states as he shoves his lips onto yours. It takes a second before you realize….Jeongin is kissing you. For the first time, Jeongin is actually kissing you. Your body responds almost instantly, his tongue brushing over your bottom lip as he lifts your leg over his waist pressing you into the door. His lips trail their way to your neck. “Don’t leave me” he whispers “take me back, I can fix this. I’ll do better I promise baby” you nod at his pleas pulling his lips onto yours once more. He holds you against him pulling you away from the door, laying you on his bed he settles himself above you. His hand snaking its way under your shirt. You pull away in nervousness “wait, I-I’ve never—it’s okay. I can show you” he cuts you off as he lifts his shirt over his head. Your eyes trailing down his body, you gulp at the sight bringing a wetness to your panties you’ve never experienced before. “I’ll be gentle, let me take care of you” he pleads with a pout. You bite your lip in anticipation as you give him the go ahead. A smile forms on his lips as he lays on top of you, “I’ll take such good care of you baby, I promise. You’ll never even think about leaving me again.”

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