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hyunjuenthusiast · 2 days ago

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BITTERSWEET (PART 2)

Summary: Y/n has always been sweet to everyone, no matter their background or their appearance. So what happens when Y/n is sweet to the wrong person?

Pairing: Yandere!Hyun-ju x Femreader!

Warnings: Yandere tendencies, stalking, obsession, angst, captivity, kidnapping.

PREVIOUSLY

"Y-You're fucking crazy." Y/n whispers. Hyun-ju's lip quivers. "P-Please don't say that." Y/n's eyes widen as Hyun-ju picked up a bag...the same bag she would bring to the bakery. Hyun-ju opens it, and it's filled to the brim with money. "I was awarded 45.6 billion won. But I had to watch everyone die." Hyun-ju says sadly. "But not you. I'll never let anything hurt you, sweet girl. This time will be different." She says as she gets up and scoops some pasta onto a plate.

NOW

Y/n sat on the bed, the bed that wasn't hers. Hyun-ju had brought her to a secluded cabin after they had dinner. Y/n had, of course, tried to reason with Hyun-ju, call for help, even, but it was pointless. The woman was blinded with whatever obsession she had with Y/n. And Hyun-ju was strong.

As soon as Y/n had tried running away, Hyun-ju had stopped her, breaking her promise of not drugging her again. Apologizing, putting her in the car and taking her to this damn cabin.

Hyun-ju had thought of everything. If Y/n got bored, there are movies, games, books, puzzles, art supplies, and even a tablet, which she learned quickly that she couldn't call the police on.

There's clothes that Hyun-ju knows Y/n will like in the closet, all in the right sizes. All of Y/n's favorite snacks are in the kitchen. The walls are decorated like Y/n's Pinterest boards. If it weren't for the circumstances, Y/n would have been grateful... though the chain around her ankle didn't help with that.

She is snapped out of her thoughts when she hears the front door close...Hyun-ju had returned.

As nice as Hyun-ju is...she still scared Y/n. No matter how sweet she seemed, Y/n knew that Hyun-ju was capable of bad things, why else would she justify kidnapping?!

There's a soft knock on the door. "Y/n? May I come in?" Hyun-ju asks. Y/n scoffs. Why bother to ask when she has a key to every room in this damn cabin? "If you must" Y/n responds.

Hyun-ju walks in, shutting the door carefully behind her. She gives Y/n a small smile, one that Y/n does not return.

"I picked up some lunch while I was out." She tells Y/n, seemingly trying to cheer her captive up. "I'm not hungry." Y/n whispers, Hyun-ju frowns.

"Oh" She says softly, her expression falling. "A-Are you sure? You didn't have any breakfast either... I-I thought getting takeout would help."

Y/n hugs her knees to her chest, making the chain rattle. Hyun-ju sits on the edge of the bed, sitting the bag of food on the nightstand. She fiddles with her hands. "I know this must be hard for you, sweet girl." She says softly, turning her head to look at Y/n.

"But I promise, you don't have to be afraid. Not of me." She says, giving Y/n a pleading look. Hyun-ju reaches over, gently putting some of Y/n's hair behind her ear. "I would never hurt you, Y/n."

Y/n turns her head away from Hyun-ju's touch. "You need help." Y/n says, making Hyun-ju looks down.

"You just need time, sweetness. That's all. I know this is all overwhelming for you, and I know you need time to adjust." Hyun-ju says as she gets up, making Y/n tense.

She leans down, kissing Y/n's head gently. "I'm going to do some laundry for a while, baby. You can eat whenever you're ready and if you need me just shout, I'll hear you, okay?" She says softly. Y/n says nothing, waiting for her to leave.

Hyun-ju takes the hint and shuts the door softly behind her on her way out.

For the first time since Hyun-ju has brought her here, Y/n allows herself to let go. She sobs as she realizes just how crazy her former friend is. How was she supposed to get back home?

She sits there, crying, for what feels like forever. The bag of her favorite fast food sits forgotten on the nightstand.

Hyun-ju sits in the laundry room, folding a pair of Y/n's jeans as she hears her crying upstairs. Tears spring in Hyun-ju's eyes. Her poor baby, she's been through so much. Hyun-ju closes her eyes, vowing to herself that she would give Y/n the best life she could. Y/n would want for nothing. She would have everything she needed here, with her.

As it gets darker outside, Y/n hears footsteps coming up the steps. She tenses as Hyun-ju knocks on the door. "Sweetness? I got all of your laundry caught up...can I come in?" Y/n says nothing, and Hyun-ju takes that as a sign to enter.

Y/n watches as Hyun-ju carries the basket of clean clothes to the closet, starting to hang up the clothes. Hyun-ju has a soft look in her eyes as she looks over to Y/n, and then her eyes shift to the nightstand where she sees the food that has gone untouched.

"You must be hungry, baby. I can cook whatever you'd like?" Hyun-ju asks as she puts a shirt of Y/n's on a hanger. When Y/n doesn't say anything, Hyun-ju eyes soften even more.

"Anything you want, I can make. If you're in the mood for spicy, salty, savory, healthy... anything. I'll make it." Hyun-ju says, getting no response yet again. "Or we can skip straight to dessert, I have everything that I need to make strawberry brownies!" Y/n looks at Hyun-ju, slightly intrigued.

Hyun-ju gives her a soft smile. "Strawberry brownies, it is then!"

Y/n cringes as Hyun-ju walks over to the dresser with the basket, putting away all of her socks, bras, and underwear. "H-Hyun-ju?" Y/n asks, fiddling with her hands. Hyun-ju looks over, her gaze always soft. "I-I can do my laundry next time..." She says, making Hyun-ju smile.

"I really don't mind, Y/n. I like doing things for you. You shouldn't have to do any work, sweet girl." Hyun-ju explains. "But if you're bored, I can bring you down with me next time?" Y/n head pops up. "You mean like...taking the chain off?" Y/n asks, making Hyun-ju look down guiltily.

"Yeah, baby." Hyun-ju says, sitting the basket down and walking over to the bed, sitting on the edge. She gently reaches towards Y/n's ankle where the chain is connected. Hyun-ju hated the thought of Y/n being in pain. That's why the cuff was padded. "I'm so sorry, Y/n. Is it hurting you?" She asks, looking back to Y/n.

"N-No." Y/n says in truth. "I just really want it off... it's not very comfortable." She says, trying to hopefully get Hyun-ju to remove it.

Hyun-ju frowns, and her hand gently cradles Y/n's ankle. "I'm sorry, sweetness, I can take it off, but I have to know that you won't try anything that might get you hurt. You can't leave, baby. I know you want to, but I need to know that you won't try." She says softly.

Y/n perks up. "I won't! I promise!" She says with excitement. Hyun-ju looks at her with a small smile. "Okay, sweet girl, I believe you, and I'm trusting your word." She says, reaching in her sweater pocket for the key.

She gently holds Y/n's ankle as she unlocks the cuff. Y/n breathes a sigh of relief when it comes off. Hyun-ju looks down at Y/n's ankle, gently massaging it just in case it's sore. "Does it hurt?" She asks, making Y/n shake her head in response.

"Do you want to come downstairs with me while I make the brownies?" Hyun-ju asks. Y/n nods quickly, happy to get out of this room that she's been in for a week straight.

Once downstairs, Y/n looks around a bit. When they had first arrived here, she didn't really get a chance to see that much of anything in her drugged state before Hyun-ju had chained her up.

The kitchen is nice...fancy but not too big. Reminding Y/n that Hyun-ju had money. Y/n goes to sit at the table but yelps when Hyun-ju gently hoists her up onto the counter.

Hyun-ju giggles as she sees the look of terror on Y/n's face. "I'm sorry baby, but the table is too far away, I want you close." She says, leaning over and kissing Y/n on the cheek.

Y/n shifts uncomfortably, watching as Hyun-ju gets out everything to make the strawberry brownies. She's skeptical when she sees a box of strawberry cake mix. Hyun-ju smiles. "They're good, I promise." She says, walking back over to where Y/n was sat on the counter. She puts her hands gently on the sides of Y/n's hips. "Only the best for you..." Hyun-ju whispers to Y/n, making her tense.

Once the brownies are done, Hyun-ju makes Y/n's plate. They sit down at the table, enjoying the sweet treat.

"Do you like them? I can tweak the recipe a bit if you'd like? Or I can make them homade, I'm sure they would taste better?" Hyun-ju asks as Y/n finishes her second brownie.

"There're good. Thank you." Y/n says, fiddling with her hands nervously. As whatever her captor was talking about goes on, Y/n looks around once more.

When Hyun-ju isn't paying attention, Y/n keeps glancing at the knife set that'son the counter. If she was fast enough, she could make a run for it and defend herself if need be, and get the hell out of here.

"Y/n?" She's quickly snapped out of her thoughts. "W-what? Sorry." Hyun-ju gently grabs her hand, caressing it with her thumb. "I asked if there was anything you wanted to do tonight." Hyun-ju says.

"Oh, umm I don't know, whatever you want to do I guess." She says, taking her hand out of Hyun-ju's.

Hyun-ju gives her a sad look. "No no baby, I want you to choose. We can do whatever you want, a movie, a game, a puzzle, anything!" She says, trying to get Y/n to engage.

"....Do you have uno?" Y/n asks, Hyun-ju smiles. "I sure do. Let me get the deck, I'll be right back, okay?" She says to Y/n softly. Y/n nods.

Hyun-ju kisses Y/n's forehead before heading to the living room to get the deck. Y/n had never moved quicker in her life. She grabbed one of the knives before sitting back down at the table.

She quickly puts it under her thigh as Hyun-ju comes back with the deck of uno cards.

Y/n shakily reaches for the deck, preparing to shuffle the cards when Hyun-ju gently stops her. "Let me do that, sweetness." She says softly, taking the card from Y/nand shuffling them herself.

Y/n could practically hear her own heartbeat. She had never used a knife to hurt someone before, but this was the only way she could think of to escape. Maybe it wouldn't come to that, maybe a bluff would be enough.

"Y/n?" She's snapped out of her thoughts yet again. She looks to Hyun-ju, who had already felt the cards it seemed. The woman gives her a reassuring smile. "You can go first." Hyun-ju says.

Y/n picks up her deck, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible, even though she can feel the handle of the knife under her. She lays down a green 4.

The game lasts a while. When Y/n puts down a color that Hyun-ju doesn't have, she's confused when Hyun-ju only picks up two cards. "What are you doing? You have to draw until you get the color or the number that matches." She explains. "Don't tell me you play the stupid way!"

Hyun-ju chuckles. "The stupid way? That's just how I was taught, baby. Though I'm sure you know better than I do, I'll draw until I get the color." She says to Y/n with a small smile, glad that she was finally somewhat relaxed.

Y/n knows Hyun-ju let her win.

"Is there anything else you wanted to do? I can make you something else to eat if you're still hungry or we can watch a movie?" Hyun-ju asks. Y/n looks up at her, nervous.

"I-Im tired, I think I'll just go to bed." She says, reaching down to feel the knifes handle. "Okay, sweet girl, whatever you want." Hyun-ju says as she watches Y/n stand up, noticing one for her hands was behind her back.

She knew Y/n had the knife. Her experience in the army had always had her guard up high. But she couldn't blame her. She knew Y/n was scared, terrified even. But she hated the thought that Y/n thought she had to defend herself. Hyun-ju would NEVER hurt Y/n. Ever.

"I'll walk you back up to your room once you put the knife back, Y/n." She says softly.

All the color from Y/n's face drains. "W-what?" She whispers, maybe she heard that wrong. "I'm not mad, sweet girl. I could never ve mad at you, I just don't want you to hurt yourself, so please." Hyun-ju says as she holds out her hand, wanting Y/n to give her the knife.

Y/n quickly takes a step back, already so close to the wall, and holds the knife up in front of her. "D-Dont come near me." She says, her hand shaking.

Hyun-ju frowns. "Y/n, please, put that down. You know I would never hurt you." She says. Y/n scoffs scaredly. "You're only saying that." Y/n says, her eyes slightly wide. Hyun-ju shakes her head softly in response. "I love you, Y/n. I would never do anything to hurt you. You know that. So please, put that down."

Y/n looks to the hallway, wondering if she could just make a run for it. "I'll catch you." Hyun-ju says, which makes Y/n turn to face her. "If you run, I'll catch you." She says, knowing what Y/n was thinking.

Y/n tenses. "I know that scares you, sweetness. But you know I'll always catch you. I know it might not seem like it right now, but I only want what's best for you. Nothing can hurt you here. Not with me." She says, taking a step forward.

Y/n grips the knife. "Please just let me go," She says, tearing up. Hyun-ju softens. "I can't do that, baby." She says.

As Y/n starts to cry, Hyun-ju quickly darts her hand out, successfully getting the knife out of Y/n's hand.

Y/n quickly struggles as Hyun-ju holds her, squirming to get away from the love sick woman.

Hyun-ju says sweet nothings as she gently tries to drag Y/n back to her room without being to rough.

Hyun-ju makes the mistake of putting her hand to close to Y/n's face, giving her the perfect opportunity to bite.

She winces and retreats as she feels Y/n's teeth through her skin.

Y/n makes a dash to the front door, screaming as she hears Hyun-ju coming from behind her. After she unlocks the last lock, she bolts out, hearing Hyun-ju shouting behind her, pleading for her to listen, to come back.

Y/n can barely see with how dark it is, but she runs as fast as she can. It didn't look like there was anything but woods, so she quickly darted into some.

She could still hear Hyun-ju, but she didn't give a fuck, she was going home.

Y/n ran for a good while, stopping every few minutes to breathe, but she finally, finally makes it to a road. She can't hear Hyun-ju anymore, but she knows that the woman is still looking for her.

Y/n holds her hands up as she sees headlights. She didn't even notice that they were driving on the wrong side of the road.

"PLEASE STOP! HELP ME!" Y/n screams, waving her arms wildly. She forces the car to stop when she runs in front of it.

The middle-aged man stops his car, giving Y/n a concerned look, rolling down his window. He tries asking what the problem was... Only Y/n couldn't understand what he was saying. He wasn't speaking Korean or English.

She runs over to the passenger side, getting in, crying. "Please please I need the police! I've been kidnapped!" She says sobbing. The man only says something in a language she can't understand and starts driving. "Thank you thank you" Y/n cries.

It looks like the man pulls into a police station, she quickly gets out, thanking the man again, before racing inside.

Everyone gives her strange looks. She tries asking the person at the front desk to help her, explaining that she had been taken by Hyun-ju, but they can't understand her, not even in Korean.

The lady puts up a finger, signaling for Y/n to wait. She goes away and comes back with another woman, a different police officer. "I'm sorry ma'am, how may I help you?" The officer says, her accent heavy.

"Yes, yes, I need help! I've been kidnapped, I don't know where I am, please! Help me! I-I live on South Street of Soul!" Y/n explains. The officer's eyes widen.

"Ma'am that can't be." She says, causing Y/n to falter. "W-What?" She says to the officer.

The officer looks at her, a little pale. "Ma'am.... you're in Thailand."

THE LONG AWAITED PART 2!!!!! I rewrote this so many times ✋🏻😭 I hope you guys like it 🙏🏻🙏🏻

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frillydolle · 1 day ago

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isolated doe ୨୧◞ 。

arthur morgan x female reader

after ur horse bucks u off after a fright and ur now left stranded alone in the forest across roanoke valley. unsure of what to do, u settle down for the night before hearing some heavy footsteps... and u froze.

꒰ 𝝑𓏲 ꒱ naive and timid reader , mid to low honour , dated and typical period idealogy.

u weren't sure what to do anymore, completely lost since ur home was in the middle of literally nowhere. u were out on ur horse, hazel going on another simple ride through the beautiful scenery that roanoke ridge had to offer. a pretty view within a prettier country. only for something to scare ur horse, causing u to be bucked off before hazel ran far away and u sighed softly. what can u do now? it's not like u can just walk home as u were maybe a few miles away? just a guess…

u were walking aimlessly in the woods by now, not even sure where u are or what u should do, especially since the sun was beginner to disappear. there were little rips below ur dress due to the branches attaching themselves to the fabric, and ur shirt was following that same fate. the only hope u hoped for is that nature would be kind to u and kept the hungry animals away. soon, u felt ur legs beginning to get tired with each step u took.

u gave up accepting defeat as u settle down in the clearing of a forest, the wooden bricks pressing against ur back uncomfortably but there's nothing u can do now then wait till the morning came and walk some more. luckily, it wasn't too cold like the usual, but u did feel the breeze of the night air. u didn't like how eerily quiet it was either or if u just couldn't hear anything or.. anyone for miles, u were in the middle of nowhere after all.

but then, u heard a twig snap, like it broke under someone's heavy footstep and caused u to be alert. although u couldn't see anything in the darkness, something in ur gut was telling u there was someone here, but u didn't move, like a deer in headlights. being struck with fear, ur breathing quicken slightly as ur eyes fell onto a tall figure coming towards u. ur lips quivered with fear as u did ur best to get up on ur feet before tripping over a branch, causing u to go back to where u started, on the ground.

“woah there, i ain't gonna harm ya..”

ur soft but scared gaze remained up at him as u backed up to another tree. u didn't even talk back in case he was one of those bad men u have heard about, the murfree brothers?... or something like that, u weren't too sure. since it was only a glance that u would take to the posters on ur travels through annesburg.. they were some scary men in this world, and he looked like he was one of them. or were u wrong?

to him, it was maybe wrong to think of u like this in this moment since u were absolutely terrified of him, but u were a very pretty girl. ur face remained him of those porcelain dolls he saw by the window of shops in the big city of saint denis, with those big eyes and rosey cheeks. ur hair looked soft as silk, just what he'd do to comb his thick fingers through ur hair once.

“...are ye lost? i could help ya, if ye let me.”

should u talk? or should u get up and run away as fast as u possibly could? despite feeling the tiredness that already runs through ur body. u needed to rest, and u were at least smart enough to know there was no way that u could outrun this man. he looked like he was a traveller of sorts, a hunter, perhaps? either way, u knew he wasn't the type to be easily fooled. he seemed nice enough, but u just weren't too sure about what to make of him.

“... my horse bucked me off, somethin’ scared my girl and she ran off, leavin’ me… could you give me a ride home? please, sir?” u didn't consider urself a religious girl, but u prayed and prayed mentally that he'd help u, he seemed—

“‘course. i don't mind, miss. d'ya need help up?” he says, the gruff in his voice showing through before he gives u his hand. he must be a hard-working man, callous and hardness make their appearance on his hands as u look at them.

u hesitantly took a hold and he pulled u up to ur feet, a small sigh left ur lips, glad that he had the kindness in his heart to help a girl like u out, despite how scary the outside was during nightfall.

“do you know where deer cottage is? near the valley?”

“yes i do, miss. ‘nd don't worry, yer okay.” he replied before u felt his hand rest on the small of ur back, guiding u back to the clearing of the main road and u see a beautiful brown horse, big and brooding.

“she's a stern girl but yer alrigh’.” the older man added before he helped u up onto his horse. he hitched up no long after. with a small “hyah” the horse began to trot along the road, and ur arms rested around his torso as u didn't want to fall off, either.

u were quiet, he wasn't much of a talker either and that u didn't mind, just didn't expect to see anyone out at this time of night. although, u couldn't but shake the feeling that u should say something, break the silence between u two, but u were too nervous. u didn't want to anger him, and he tells u to leave him alone. u were just a skittish and shy girl. been on ur own for as long as u can remember. now, ur staring, and u didn't mean to. it was a habit of urs. his hair was long, and he had a big stature to match his broad shoulders, like he was swiftly shielding u away. he was wearing dark gloves that matched his dark hat.

“y'got a name, miss?”

“... [name].”

“a pretty name for a pretty girl, suits ya.” he replies, looking over his shoulder for a moment just so u can hear him better, and u did.

did he… give u a compliment? u weren't even sure how to react before ur rosey cheeks got more of a red hue to them. shaking urself out of ur thoughts, u hesitantly spoke back.

“what's ur name, sir?”

he didn't say anything for a few moments, like he was now the one hesitating. do u know who he is? there's no way that u do since he hasn't done anything illegal here, yet. he should be okay, right? only one way to find out…

“... arthur. arthur morgan.” he replies as he returns his gaze back to the road. and to his fortunate luck, u had no idea who he was, and he was determined to keep it that way. he didn't want u to find out… all that.

“thank you for your help, mr morgan.”

“‘s nothin’. just doin’ what any other man would do.”

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elryuse · 2 days ago

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Veil Of Devotion Pt. 1

Yandere Sullin X Make Reader

Tags : Incest, Yandere, Obsession, Blowjobs, Secret Sex, Secret Relationship, Older Brother Reader, Younger Sister Sullin

Words : 7,780 Words

A Commission Series For My Friend @thelastsequence Here On Tumblr. Hope you Enjoyed the First Part of This Series Bruv.

You’ve always taken your role as an older brother seriously. From the time you were just a boy, you understood that Sullin, your little sister, relied on you more than anyone else. Your parents were rarely home—work trips, late nights, or social obligations kept them away. So, you became her pillar. When she cried, you were there to wipe her tears. When she was lonely, you told her stories to make her smile. You were her everything, and she was yours.

As the years went by, Sullin blossomed into a stunning young woman. She was the kind of girl people couldn’t help but notice—bright, kind, and impossibly beautiful. At school, she became a magnet for attention. You’d heard the stories from her about boys confessing their feelings or trying to win her heart, but Sullin never seemed interested.

“They’re nice, but… they’re not you, oppa,” she would say with a soft giggle. Her words always felt like an innocent declaration of her admiration, but the way her eyes lingered on you sometimes made you wonder if there was more behind them.

Today started out like any other day. You walked home from work, checking your phone for texts from Sullin. She always messaged you when she was done with school, and you’d meet her halfway or wait for her at home. But today, there were no texts. No updates.

A feeling of unease settled in your chest as you quickened your pace toward her school.

When you arrived, you saw her standing near the gates, her arms crossed and her body tense. Her usual cheerful demeanor was replaced with discomfort, and a tall boy stood in front of her, gesturing animatedly. His voice reached your ears as you approached.

“Sullin, come on. I’m not like those other guys. I really like you. We’d be great together. Just give me a chance.”

The boy’s persistence made your blood boil. Sullin’s polite rejection wasn’t enough for him. She tried to step back, but he matched her movement, his presence invasive. You quickened your pace, your fists clenched tightly.

“I said no, Juwon,” Sullin replied firmly, though her voice wavered slightly. “Please, just leave me alone.”

Before the boy could respond, you stepped in, placing yourself between him and your sister.

“She said no. Are you deaf, or just stupid?” you growled, your eyes locking onto Juwon’s with an intensity that made him flinch.

Juwon took a step back, his confidence faltering. “I… I wasn’t doing anything wrong. I just wanted to talk to her.”

“You don’t seem to understand the meaning of no,” you snapped, your voice low and dangerous. “If she says she’s not interested, you leave her alone. Got it?”

Juwon glanced at Sullin, who was peeking out from behind you, her hands clutching your arm tightly. Her expression was a mix of fear and relief. With a frustrated grunt, Juwon turned on his heel and walked away, muttering under his breath.

As soon as he was gone, Sullin exhaled shakily and leaned into you. “Oppa…” she murmured, her voice soft and trembling.

You turned to her, your expression softening. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

She shook her head, her hands still clutching your arm. “No, he didn’t. But… thank you. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t shown up.”

Her bright eyes met yours, and a small, grateful smile spread across her face. “You always show up when I need you the most.”

You reached out and gently ruffled her hair. “That’s what big brothers are for.”

Sullin giggled and slipped her hand into yours, intertwining your fingers. The gesture was something she’d done since she was little, but as she grew older, it started to feel different—more intimate.

“Let’s go home,” she said cheerfully, as if the encounter with Juwon had never happened. Her mood shifted so quickly it almost made you laugh.

As you walked together, Sullin chatted about her day, her voice light and happy. But you couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. Something about the way Juwon looked at her bothered you deeply. His persistence, his unwillingness to take no for an answer—it wasn’t something you could ignore.

When you reached home, Sullin kicked off her shoes and flopped onto the couch. “Oppa, can we order takeout tonight? I don’t feel like cooking.”

You chuckled and set your bag down. “Fine, but only if you help me pick what to order.”

She grinned and pulled out her phone, scrolling through the menu. As you watched her, a sense of protectiveness swelled in your chest. Sullin was your responsibility, your precious little sister. You’d do anything to keep her safe, no matter what.

But deep down, you couldn’t ignore the nagging thought that maybe, just maybe, Sullin saw you as more than her brother. The way she clung to you, the way her eyes lit up when you were around—it was different.

And maybe, if you were honest with yourself, you didn’t mind.

Life returned to normal after the encounter with Juwon—or as normal as it could be with Sullin practically glued to your side. At first, her constant presence felt comforting. You’d always been close, and it wasn’t unusual for her to seek you out for advice or companionship. But now, it was different.

She was always there.

When you made breakfast in the morning, she was in the kitchen, sitting on the counter and watching you intently. When you came home from work, she was already waiting by the door, her face lighting up like a child’s on Christmas morning. Even when you tried to relax, she was either nestled beside you or finding excuses to talk.

“Oppa, can you help me with this?”

“Oppa, I made you some tea. It’s your favorite!”

“Oppa, do you want to watch a movie with me tonight?”

You couldn’t deny that you enjoyed her company. Sullin had a way of making everything feel lighter, her presence chasing away the exhaustion from your long days. But as time went on, you started to worry.

She didn’t seem to have any friends.

Sure, she was polite to her classmates and had plenty of admirers, but she never talked about hanging out with anyone outside of school. And she certainly wasn’t interested in dating, much to the dismay of her many suitors.

One evening, as you sat on the couch scrolling through your phone, Sullin plopped down beside you, resting her head on your shoulder. You glanced at her, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t you have homework to do?”

She pouted. “I finished it already. Besides, I’d rather spend time with you.”

You sighed, setting your phone aside. “Sullin, don’t you think you should try hanging out with your friends more? You’re in high school—you should be making memories, having fun.”

She frowned, pulling away slightly. “I don’t need anyone else, oppa. I’m happiest when I’m with you.”

Her words hit you like a punch to the gut. On the surface, it sounded sweet, but there was an undercurrent of something else, something possessive.

“That’s not healthy, Sullin,” you said gently. “It’s important to have other people in your life. You don’t want to look back and regret missing out on these years.”

She crossed her arms, her expression stubborn. “I won’t regret it. Everyone else is boring or annoying. You’re the only one who understands me.”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Sullin, you’re my little sister. Of course I’ll always be here for you, but I can’t be your entire world. You need to experience life, meet new people…”

Her eyes darkened, and for a moment, the cheerful facade she always wore cracked. “Are you trying to get rid of me, oppa?”

The question made your heart sink. “No, of course not. I just want what’s best for you.”

“Then stop trying to push me away,” she said, her voice trembling. “You don’t understand, oppa. You’re the only one who’s ever been there for me. Mom and Dad were never around, and everyone else just wants something from me. But you… you’re different. You care about me.”

Her words were raw, filled with emotion, and you felt a pang of guilt. She wasn’t wrong. You had been her rock, her protector. But now, it seemed like that bond was becoming a chain, binding her to you in a way that felt… unnatural.

“Sullin…” you began, but she cut you off.

“Please, oppa,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t ask me to change. I’m happy like this. Aren’t you?”

You didn’t know how to answer. You were happy in a way, but the weight of her dependence was growing heavier by the day. Still, seeing the vulnerability in her eyes, you couldn’t bring yourself to push her away.

“Alright,” you said finally, your voice soft. “But promise me you’ll at least try to talk to your classmates more. You don’t have to make best friends, but it’s good to have people you can rely on.”

She hesitated before nodding. “Okay. I’ll try… for you.”

Her smile returned, but there was something about it that unsettled you—a flicker of triumph, as if she’d won a battle you didn’t even know you were fighting.

The rest of the evening passed quietly. Sullin insisted on sitting as close to you as possible while you watched TV, her head resting on your shoulder. She seemed content, but your thoughts were elsewhere.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that your relationship with her was crossing into dangerous territory. You wanted to protect her, to make her happy, but at what cost?

As the night wore on, you found yourself wondering if you’d made a mistake. Had you been too soft? Too accommodating?

Or was it already too late to pull away?

Day by day, your routine with Sullin became more structured, more predictable. Every morning, you would walk her to school, and every afternoon, you would wait by the gates to take her home. It had become a ritual, one that Sullin seemed to cherish deeply.

She always greeted you the same way after school—with a bright, radiant smile and an enthusiastic wave. Her happiness was contagious, and though you still worried about her dependence on you, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride knowing that you were the one who made her feel safe and loved.

One afternoon, as you leaned against the gate, watching the students filter out, you spotted Sullin walking toward you. This time, she wasn’t alone. Two girls were by her side, chatting animatedly. Sullin’s face lit up even more when she saw you, and she quickly waved, tugging her friends along.

“Oppa!” she called, her voice ringing with excitement.

The two girls looked at you curiously before offering polite smiles.

“This is Dahyun and Lynn,” Sullin introduced, gesturing to the two girls. “They’re my best friends.”

“Nice to meet you,” Dahyun said with a slight bow. She was petite with short, dark hair and an energetic aura that made her seem like the life of the group.

“Hello,” Lynn added softly, her demeanor more reserved. Her long, wavy hair framed her face, and she had a calming presence that balanced Dahyun’s energy.

“Nice to meet you both,” you replied with a nod, smiling at how polite they were.

The trio looked adorable together, and for the first time in a while, you felt a glimmer of relief. Maybe Sullin was starting to open up to others after all.

“We were just talking about going to the library together tomorrow,” Dahyun said. “Sullin said she wanted to show us some books she likes.”

You raised an eyebrow at Sullin, who blushed slightly. “I thought it’d be fun,” she said shyly.

“Sounds like a good idea,” you said. “It’s nice to see you making friends, Sullin.”

She smiled, her cheeks tinged pink, and glanced at her friends. “Yeah… it’s been nice.”

Dahyun suddenly turned to you with a playful grin. “Sullin talks about you a lot, you know. She’s always saying how cool and dependable her oppa is.”

“Dahyun!” Sullin exclaimed, her face turning red.

You chuckled, feeling both flattered and a little embarrassed. “Well, I try my best.”

Lynn smiled gently. “She’s lucky to have someone like you.”

Sullin beamed at their words, clinging to your arm as if to emphasize the bond you shared. “I know, right? Oppa is the best.”

Though her affection was endearing, you noticed the slight possessiveness in the way she held onto you, as if she were silently reminding her friends that you were hers.

After a few more minutes of light conversation, Dahyun and Lynn said their goodbyes and headed off in the opposite direction. Sullin waved to them cheerfully before turning her attention back to you.

“They’re nice, aren’t they?” she asked, her voice soft.

“Yeah, they seem great,” you replied. “I’m glad you’ve made some good friends.”

Sullin’s smile faltered for a brief moment before returning, though it felt a bit forced. “Yeah… they’re fun to hang out with. But I still like being with you the most.”

You sighed, giving her a gentle pat on the head. “Sullin, it’s good to have friends your age. It’s part of growing up.”

“I know,” she murmured, though her tone was unconvincing.

The walk home was quieter than usual, and you couldn’t help but wonder if your comment had upset her. You wanted her to live a full, happy life, but it was clear that she still saw you as the center of her world.

The next day, you dropped her off at school as usual. Dahyun and Lynn were waiting for her at the gates, and they greeted her with warm smiles. Sullin waved to you before running off to join them, her laughter echoing as they disappeared into the building.

For a moment, you felt a sense of pride. Maybe things were changing, even if only slightly.

But as you walked away, you couldn’t shake the feeling that Sullin’s attachment to you ran deeper than you fully understood. She had friends now, but would that be enough to loosen the hold she had on you—or the hold you had on her?

You didn’t have an answer, but you knew one thing for sure: Sullin wasn’t ready to let go.

The night was still and quiet, but something felt… off. You stirred awake, a strange warmth pressing against your body. Groggily, you reached for your blanket, only to freeze when you felt something—someone—next to you.

Blinking in the dim light, your eyes adjusted to the sight of Sullin, curled up against your side, her head resting on your chest. Her breathing was soft and steady, indicating that she was fast asleep.

“Sullin…?” you whispered, unsure if this was some kind of dream.

She didn’t respond. Her arms were wrapped around you tightly, as though she were holding on to a lifeline.

You tried shaking her gently. “Sullin, wake up. What are you doing here?”

But she didn’t budge. Her grip remained firm, and her peaceful expression made it clear she was deep in slumber.

A part of you wanted to get up and carry her back to her own bed, but the thought of waking her—of seeing her disappointed or upset—held you back. With a heavy sigh, you leaned back against the pillows and closed your eyes, hoping sleep would come quickly.

“This is just one night,” you told yourself. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

But as you drifted off, the faint scent of her shampoo lingered in the air, and you couldn’t ignore the strange unease settling in your chest.

Morning came sooner than you expected. The first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, and you yawned as you stretched, running a hand through your messy hair. Turning to your side, you saw that Sullin was still in bed, her face serene as she lay curled up beneath the blanket.

You rubbed your eyes and stood up, deciding to let her sleep a little longer. The events of the night before played in your mind, but you shook them off. “She probably just had a bad dream,” you muttered, trying to convince yourself.

Grabbing a fresh towel, you headed to the bathroom for a shower. The sound of running water filled the room as you tried to clear your thoughts.

But what you didn’t realize was that Sullin wasn’t asleep at all.

Her eyes fluttered open the moment she heard you move. She sat up quietly, watching as you left the room. Her gaze was fixed, her lips curling into a faint smile.

Sliding out of bed, she tiptoed to the door, peeking through the small crack you’d left open. The faint sound of water accompanied the sight of steam escaping from the bathroom.

Sullin leaned against the doorframe, her hands clasped together as she watched the outline of your figure behind the frosted glass. Her eyes traced your movements, studying the way the water cascaded down your body.

“You don’t even realize it, do you, oppa?” she murmured under her breath, her voice barely audible over the sound of the shower. “How much I need you. How much I love you.”

Her heart raced as she stood there, completely captivated. Every little thing about you—your voice, your presence, the way you cared for her—drove her deeper into her obsession.

When she heard the water turn off, she quickly darted back to the bed, slipping under the covers and feigning sleep.

You stepped out of the bathroom, towel draped around your neck as you dried your hair. “Sullin, time to get up,” you called out, glancing at her still figure.

She stirred slowly, rubbing her eyes as though she’d just woken up. “Morning, oppa,” she mumbled, her voice sweet and innocent.

“Morning,” you replied, grabbing your clothes for the day. “You slept well, huh?”

She nodded, sitting up and stretching. “I always sleep well when I’m with you.”

Her words caught you off guard, and you hesitated for a moment before brushing it off. “You shouldn’t make a habit of that,” you said lightly. “You’ve got your own bed for a reason.”

“But I like being close to you,” she replied, her tone playful but with a hint of sincerity. “It makes me feel safe.”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Sullin, you can’t keep doing this. What if people found out? They’d think it’s… strange.”

Her smile faltered for a brief moment, but she quickly recovered. “Who cares what other people think? It’s not like they understand us, oppa.”

Her words left you uneasy, but you didn’t want to press the issue further. “Just… don’t make it a habit, okay?”

She tilted her head, studying you with an intensity that made your skin prickle. “Okay, oppa,” she said softly, though her tone carried a subtle edge of defiance.

As you turned away to finish getting ready, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted. Sullin’s actions, her words—they were starting to blur the lines of your relationship.

And deep down, you feared what might happen if things continued down this path.

The morning passed with relative ease. Sullin had been in high spirits, eagerly talking about her plans with Dahyun and Lynn for their trip to the central library. You couldn’t help but admire how animated she looked—her bright eyes, her infectious laugh. It was a side of her you hadn’t seen often enough.

When it was time, you pulled up in front of her school, where the trio was waiting. Sullin was the first to spot you, waving enthusiastically as she pulled her friends along.

“Oppa!” she called, opening the door and sliding into the passenger seat. Dahyun and Lynn followed, squeezing into the back.

“Thanks for taking us, oppa,” Sullin said, her voice laced with excitement.

“It’s no problem,” you replied, forcing a smile. “Ready for your library adventure?”

“Absolutely!” Dahyun chirped. “I’ve been wanting to check out their art book collection. They’re supposed to have some amazing ones.”

“And I heard they have a rare first edition of a poetry collection,” Lynn added softly, her tone dreamy.

As the girls chatted, your focus remained on the road, but you couldn’t ignore the occasional glance Sullin threw your way. She giggled softly every time your eyes met hers, her gaze lingering a little too long for comfort.

“What’s so funny?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” she replied, stifling another giggle. “You just look cute when you’re focused.”

The comment made Dahyun and Lynn laugh, but you felt a strange pang in your chest. It wasn’t the teasing itself—Sullin had always been playful with you—but something about the way she said it felt… different.

You shook the thought away, reminding yourself that this was her moment to enjoy with her friends. The last thing you wanted was to ruin it by overthinking.

As you pulled up in front of the central library, the girls clambered out of the car, their excitement palpable.

“Alright, you three,” you said, leaning out the window. “Behave yourselves and stay together. Be wary of strangers, okay?”

“Got it, oppa,” Sullin said with a bright smile.

“Thanks for driving us,” Dahyun added, her tone cheerful.

“We’ll be careful,” Lynn said softly, bowing slightly.

The three of them waved as they headed toward the library entrance, their laughter echoing behind them.

You watched them disappear inside before pulling away, your mind wandering back to the strange feeling that had been gnawing at you all morning.

Why had your heart skipped a beat when Sullin had smiled at you in the car? Why did her giggle linger in your mind like a haunting melody?

You clenched the steering wheel, trying to push the thoughts away. This is wrong, you told yourself. She’s your sister. You’re just tired. That’s all.

Back at home, the silence felt both comforting and oppressive. You tried to distract yourself with chores and TV, but the memory of Sullin’s gaze kept creeping in.

Finally, exhaustion won out, and you decided to take a nap. The events of the previous night—Sullin curling up beside you, her restless movements—had left you more drained than you realized.

You lay down on the couch, closing your eyes. “Just a quick nap,” you muttered to yourself.

But sleep didn’t come easily. Your mind replayed moments you didn’t want to dwell on—Sullin’s smile, the way she clung to your arm, her soft voice calling you “oppa.” Your chest tightened, and your heart began to race.

“No,” you whispered to yourself, gripping the pillow. “Stop thinking about this.”

Eventually, the weight of fatigue pulled you under, and you drifted into a dreamless sleep.

When you woke, the sun was already starting to dip below the horizon. You checked the time and realized it was time to pick the girls up.

The drive back to the library was quiet, the hum of the car engine filling the empty space in your thoughts. You tried to focus on the road, but anticipation gnawed at you.

When you arrived, the three girls were waiting outside, their faces lighting up as you pulled up. Sullin opened the passenger door and climbed in, her smile as radiant as ever.

“Oppa!” she said cheerfully. “Did you miss us?”

“Of course,” you replied, keeping your tone light.

Dahyun and Lynn climbed into the backseat, both carrying small bags filled with books.

“Thank you for picking us up,” Lynn said politely.

“We had so much fun,” Dahyun added. “The library was amazing!”

As the car filled with their chatter, you felt a mix of relief and unease. Sullin seemed happy, which was all you wanted for her. But the strange, unshakable feeling in your chest reminded you that something wasn’t right.

And as you glanced at Sullin out of the corner of your eye, catching the way she was looking at you—her smile soft, her gaze warm—you couldn’t help but wonder if she felt it too.

The ride back home was filled with lighthearted chatter. Dahyun and Lynn shared stories about their favorite finds at the library, their voices brimming with excitement. Sullin, however, leaned back in her seat, her head tilted slightly toward you as she listened quietly, a serene smile on her lips.

When you pulled into the driveway, the three of them thanked you warmly. Dahyun and Lynn waved goodbye as they headed home, leaving you and Sullin standing by the front door.

“I’m so tired,” Sullin groaned dramatically as she kicked off her shoes. She trudged toward her room and flopped onto her bed, spreading her arms and legs like a starfish.

You leaned against the doorframe, chuckling at the sight. “Didn’t you just sit around reading books all day? How are you this exhausted?”

She pouted, her cheeks puffing up. “Oppa, reading is hard work! Especially when you’re explaining everything to your friends.”

“Oh, is that right?” you teased, stepping closer to ruffle her hair.

“Oppaaa!” she whined, swatting at your hand but making no real effort to stop you. Her cutesy tone made you laugh even more.

“Alright, alright,” you said, raising your hands in mock surrender. “Get some rest, okay? Goodnight, Sullin.”

“Goodnight,” she murmured, her voice soft as her eyes began to flutter shut.

Satisfied, you left her room and headed to yours. The day had been long, and despite the strange feelings swirling in your chest, you were utterly drained.

You slipped under the covers, sighing as the quiet of the house enveloped you. For a moment, everything felt still—peaceful.

But as you stared up at the ceiling, the silence began to grow heavy, almost oppressive. Memories of the day flashed through your mind: Sullin’s giggles in the car, the way her eyes lingered on you, the warmth of her smile.

Your heart thudded in your chest, an uncomfortable rhythm that refused to settle.

“It’s nothing,” you whispered to yourself. “You’re just overthinking.”

Yet, the more you tried to push the thoughts away, the stronger they came back. You rolled onto your side, burying your face in the pillow in frustration.

The night dragged on, and just as you were on the edge of sleep, a faint creak broke the silence.

Your eyes shot open. For a moment, you thought you’d imagined it. But then, there it was again—a soft, deliberate sound, like footsteps on the wooden floor.

Your breath hitched as you turned your head toward the door. It was open, just a crack, and through the sliver of space, you thought you saw a shadow shift.

“Sullin?” you called out, your voice low but steady.

There was no response.

Pushing yourself up, you hesitated before swinging your legs over the side of the bed. The house was dark, the faint glow of moonlight spilling through the windows.

You stepped toward the door, opening it fully. The hallway was empty, silent except for the faint hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen.

“Must’ve been the wind,” you muttered, though the explanation felt hollow.

Closing the door, you returned to bed, your unease lingering like a shadow in the corner of your mind.

And as you lay there, trying to calm your racing heart, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you weren’t alone.

“Brother?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, trembling with a mix of hesitation and something darker, something hungrier.

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t. Your body was still, your eyes closed, but your mind was racing. The sound of her footsteps, soft and deliberate, crept closer to your bed. The air felt heavier, thick with tension, as if the room itself was holding its breath.

She stopped just beside you, her presence looming even in the darkness. You could hear her shallow breathing, the faint rustle of her nightgown as she shifted her weight. And then, the unmistakable sound of your blanket being pulled back, the cool air hitting your skin.

Your heart pounded in your chest, but you kept your breathing steady, feigning sleep. You couldn’t let her know you were awake. Not yet.

Her fingers brushed against your waistband, and you felt your stomach clench. Slowly, carefully, she tugged at the fabric, pulling your pants down just enough to release your cock. The air was cool against your exposed skin, but the heat of her gaze was overwhelming.

“So perfect,” she murmured, her voice shaking with awe. You felt her breath, warm and unsteady, against your skin as she leaned in closer. Her hand wrapped around you, her touch tentative at first, then firmer, more deliberate.

You had to bite back a groan as she began to stroke you, her fingers exploring every inch of you. Her breath hitched, and you could hear the soft, desperate sounds she was making as she worked you in her hand.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this—about you.”

Her words sent a jolt through you, a mix of guilt and desire that made your head spin. You had always known there was something off about the way she looked at you, the way she clung to you. But you had never let yourself acknowledge it, never allowed yourself to think about what it might mean.

And now, here she was, her hand moving with a confidence that belied her inexperience, her breath hot against your skin as she leaned in even closer. You felt her lips brush against the tip of your cock, and you had to clench your fists to keep from giving yourself away.

“Please, brother,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Let me do this for you.”

And then, her lips parted, and she took you into her mouth.

The sensation was overwhelming, her warmth enveloping you, her tongue swirling around you as she experimented with different movements. She was inexperienced, her technique clumsy, but the sheer desperation in her actions made it impossible to resist.

You couldn’t help it—you let out a soft moan, your hips shifting slightly as you responded to her touch. She paused for a moment, her breath catching, and you could feel her heart racing as she realized you were awake.

But she didn’t stop. If anything, she seemed emboldened, her movements growing more confident as she worked you in her mouth. Her hand moved to the base of your cock, stroking you in time with the movements of her lips, her tongue swirling around the tip in a way that made your toes curl.

“Sullin,” you breathed, your voice barely audible. Her name slipped out before you could stop yourself, and she froze for a moment, her lips still wrapped around you.

Slowly, she pulled back, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she looked up at you. Her eyes were wide, filled with a mix of fear and longing, and her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment.

“You’re… awake,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. The silence between you was deafening, the weight of what had just happened hanging in the air like a storm cloud.

And then, without warning, she leaned in again, her lips closing around you once more. This time, there was no hesitation, no uncertainty. Her movements were deliberate, her tongue swirling around you in slow, deliberate circles as she took you deeper into her mouth.

“Sullin, wait—” you started, but the words caught in your throat as she reached up, her fingers tangling in the sheets as she worked you with her lips and tongue.

You couldn’t stop yourself—your hips shifted, thrusting into her mouth as the sensations overwhelmed you. She didn’t pull away, didn’t stop. Instead, she let out a muffled moan, her eyes closing as she lost herself in the act.

The room was filled with the sounds of her efforts, the wet, messy sounds of her mouth working you, the soft, desperate noises she made as she pleasured you. Her cheeks hollowed as she took you deeper, her lips moving with a rhythm that made your head spin.

“Sullin,” you groaned her name lowly, a mix of guilt and ecstasy coursing through your veins. You’d always loved her, always cared for her, but this… this was something else entirely. Something forbidden, something dangerous._

And yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop her.

You groaned, your hands instinctively reaching for her as she pulled away from your cock, her lips wet and glistening in the moonlight. Sullin looked up at you, her eyes dark with desire, her breathing heavy.

“I… I can’t stop,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I need more.”

Before you could respond, she climbed onto the bed, straddling you. Her nightgown rode up, revealing her bare thighs as she positioned herself over your hard cock. You could feel the heat radiating from her, the way her body trembled with anticipation.

“Sullin,” you said, your voice strained. “This… this is wrong.”

“I don’t care,” she replied, her voice firm. ��I’ve wanted this for so long, brother. I’ve dreamed about it, fantasized about it. I can’t hold back anymore.”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of guilt and arousal flooding your veins. You wanted to stop her, to push her away, but your body betrayed you. Your hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as she lowered herself onto your cock.

She gasped as you entered her, her head tilting back as she sank down, taking every inch of you. You groaned, the sensation overwhelming, the warmth of her body enveloping you completely.

“You feel so good,” she moaned, her voice breathless. “I’ve always wondered… what it would feel like to have you inside me.”

Her hips began to move, slowly at first, as she adjusted to your size. You could feel her tightness, the way her muscles clenched around you, pulling you deeper with every thrust.

“Sullin,” you groaned, your hands tightening on her hips. “This… this can’t happen.”

“But it is happening,” she whispered, leaning forward so her lips were just inches from yours. “And you don’t want it to stop, do you?”

You hesitated, your mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. But then she moved again, her hips rolling against yours, and all thought fled your mind. All you could feel was her, the way she moved, the way she felt.

“Tell me you want me,” she begged, her voice soft yet demanding. “Tell me you’ve thought about this too.”

You looked up at her, your eyes meeting hers in the dim light. And in that moment, you couldn’t deny it any longer.

“I’ve thought about it,” you admitted, your voice rough with desire. “I’ve wanted you, Sullin. I’ve wanted this.”

A smile spread across her face, one of pure joy and triumph. “Then take me,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “Make me yours.”

Her words were like a spark, igniting something deep within you. Your hands moved from her hips to her ass, gripping her firmly as you thrust up into her. She cried out, her body arching as you filled her completely.

“Yes,” she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure. “Just like that.”

Her hips moved faster, matching your rhythm as you fucked her. The sounds of your bodies colliding filled the room, the wet slap of skin on skin, her breathless gasps and moans.

“I’ve dreamed about this,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of your bodies moving together. “I’ve imagined you inside me, fucking me just like this.”

Her words sent a jolt of heat through you, your cock throbbing inside her. You couldn’t believe how good it felt, how right it felt, even though you knew it was wrong.

“I’ve imagined you pinning me down, taking me whenever you wanted,” she continued, her voice growing more desperate. “I’ve imagined you filling me with your cum, marking me as yours.”

“Sullin,” you groaned, your hips thrusting harder, faster. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I do,” she insisted, her hands gripping your shoulders as she rode you. “I’ve wanted this for so long, brother. I’ve wanted you.”

Her words were like a drug, intoxicating and irresistible. You couldn’t stop yourself, your hands moving to her breasts, kneading them through the thin fabric of her nightgown. She moaned, her head falling back as you teased her nipples, her body moving faster, more desperate.

“I’m yours,” she gasped, her voice trembling with need. “I’ve always been yours.”

Her words pushed you over the edge, your cock throbbing as you felt your release building. You tried to hold it back, to prolong the moment, but she was too much, her body too perfect, her words too enticing.

“I’m going to cum,” you groaned, your hands gripping her hips as you thrust into her one last time.

She cried out, her body trembling as she came around you, her muscles clenching tight as she reached her own climax. You felt your release surge through you, your cock pulsing as you filled her with your cum.

For a moment, everything was still, the two of you locked together as the waves of pleasure washed over you. Then, slowly, she collapsed onto your chest, her body trembling as she tried to catch her breath.

You held her, your hands stroking her back as you both came down from the high. You knew this was wrong, that it shouldn’t have happened, but in that moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. All that mattered was her, the way she felt in your arms, the way she made you feel.

“Brother,” she whispered, her voice soft and filled with emotion. “I love you.”

You hesitated, your mind still reeling from what had just happened. But as you looked down at her, at the way she looked at you, you couldn’t deny the truth any longer.

“I love you too, Sullin,” you admitted, your voice rough with emotion. “I always have.”

She smiled, her eyes closing as she nuzzled against your chest. And for the first time, you let yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t wrong. Maybe this was exactly where you were meant to be.

But as you lay there, holding her in your arms, a small voice in the back of your mind whispered a warning. This can’t last. This can’t be real.

You pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on the way she felt in your arms, the way her body fit perfectly against yours. You didn’t know what the future held, but in that moment, you didn’t care. All that mattered was her.

“Brother,” she whispered again, her voice filled with desire. “I want more.”

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Sullin was still curled up against you, her breathing steady and warm against your chest. Your fingers absentmindedly traced patterns on her back, your mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Last night had been… something. Something you couldn’t quite put into words. It was intense, passionate, and undeniably wrong. Yet, it felt so right in the moment.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at you, a sleepy smile spreading across her face. “Morning,” she whispered, her voice husky with sleep.

“Morning,” you replied, your voice tight with unease. You couldn’t ignore the weight of what had happened. “Sullin, we… we need to talk.”

Her smile faltered, and she pushed herself up, her hair falling in messy waves around her face. “Talk about what?” she asked, though her tone suggested she already knew.

“About last night,” you said, sitting up and running a hand through your hair. “About… us. This can’t happen again. It’s… it’s not right.”

Her expression darkened, and she crossed her arms over her chest. “Not right? You didn’t seem to think it was wrong last night. You seemed pretty into it, actually.”

Your cheeks burned, and you looked away. “I know. I… I don’t know what came over me. But we’re siblings, Sullin. This isn’t… we can’t.”

She leaned closer, her eyes boring into yours. “Why not? If we both want it, why does it matter?”

“It matters,” you insisted, your voice rising slightly. “This isn’t just some fling. It’s… it’s incest, Sullin. People don’t… they don’t do this.”

“People don’t do a lot of things,” she shot back, her voice sharp. “But we did. And it felt good. Don’t pretend it didn’t.”

You clenched your fists, frustration bubbling up inside you. “Of course it felt good. That’s not the point. The point is, it’s wrong. We can’t keep doing this.”

She stared at you for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then, she sighed and leaned back against the headboard. “Fine,” she said, her voice dripping with resignation. “We’ll stop. If that’s what you want.”

Relief washed over you, but it was short-lived. There was something in her tone, something that made your stomach twist. “It’s not just about what I want,” you said carefully. “It’s about what’s right.”

She gave you a small, almost sad smile. “I know. But… I can’t promise I won’t want you again. I can’t promise I won’t need you.”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt your resolve waver. “Sullin…”

“I mean it,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “You’re everything to me. I’ve always wanted you, and now that I’ve had you… I don’t think I can stop.”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. “We have to,” you said, though your voice lacked conviction. “For both of our sakes.”

She didn’t respond immediately, her gaze drifting to the window. The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of her words hanging in the air like a storm cloud.

Finally, she spoke again, her voice soft but firm. “I’ll try. For you, I’ll try. But… don’t expect me to stop loving you. That’s something I can’t control.”

You reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “I’m not asking you to stop loving me. I’m just asking you to… to put some boundaries in place. For both of us.”

She leaned into your touch, her eyes closing for a brief moment. “Boundaries,” she repeated, as if testing the word on her tongue. “Alright. Boundaries.”

You nodded, though you couldn’t shake the feeling that this conversation wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. “Thank you,” you said quietly.

She opened her eyes, her gaze meeting yours once more. “But just so you know… if you ever change your mind, if you ever want me again… I’ll be here. Waiting.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you pulled your hand away, the intensity in her eyes almost too much to bear. “Sullin…”

She smiled, a small, knowing smile that sent a jolt of heat straight to your core. “I mean it,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “I’ll always be here for you. No matter what.”

You swallowed hard, your mind racing. You wanted to believe that you could resist her, that you could stick to the boundaries you’d just set. But deep down, you knew it wouldn’t be that simple.

Because the truth was, you wanted her too. More than you cared to admit.

As if sensing your inner turmoil, Sullin leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear. “Think about it,” she whispered, her breath hot against your skin. “I know you want me just as much as I want you.”

Your body reacted instantly, a surge of desire coursing through you. You tried to push her away, but your hands seemed to have a mind of their own, gripping her hips instead.

“Sullin, we… we said we’d stop,” you said, your voice shaky.

She pulled back slightly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “I know. But maybe… just one more time? For old times’ sake?”

You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest. This was wrong. So, so wrong. But the way she was looking at you, the way her body pressed against yours… it was impossible to resist.

“Just… one more time,” you whispered, your resolve crumbling.

She smiled, a triumphant smile that made your stomach flip. “Good,” she said, her hands already moving to your waistband. “Because I’ve been thinking about this all morning.”

You didn’t have time to respond before she was pulling down your boxers, freeing your already hardening cock. She eyed it hungrily, licking her lips.

“So perfect,” she murmured, her voice filled with awe. “I love the way you feel in my hands.”

You let out a shaky breath, your mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. This was wrong. You knew it was wrong. But the way she was touching you, the way she was looking at you… it was impossible to care.

She leaned down, her lips brushing against the tip of your cock. “I’ve missed this,” she whispered, her voice sending shivers down your spine.

And then, without warning, she took you into her mouth, her lips wrapping around you in a way that made your toes curl.

“Sullin…” you groaned, your hands tangling in her hair.

She moaned around you, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body. Her tongue swirled around the tip, teasing you in all the right ways.

You tried to hold back, tried to keep things under control. But it was impossible. She was too good, too eager, and before you knew it, you were thrusting into her mouth, your hips moving of their own accord.

She didn’t seem to mind, her hands gripping your thighs as she took you deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate you.

“Fuck, Sullin…” you gasped, your fingers tightening in her hair. “You’re so good at this.”

She pulled back slightly, looking up at you with hooded eyes. “Do you like it?” she asked, her voice dripping with innocence.

“Yes,” you breathed, your hips thrusting upward again. “I love it.”

She smiled, a mischievous smile that made your heart race. “Good,” she said, before diving back down, taking you to the hilt.

You couldn’t hold back any longer, the pleasure building inside you until it was almost too much. “Sullin, I’m… I’m gonna come…”

She didn’t stop, her mouth working you over with a relentless intensity that drove you over the edge.

With a low groan, you came, your release spilling into her mouth. She moaned around you, swallowing every last drop.

As you came down from your high, she pulled back, a satisfied smirk on her face. “I told you,” she said, her voice thick with desire. “I can’t stop wanting you.”

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june part viii

“Hold on, hold—What did you say?”

Sirius stepped out onto the moonlit porch of the cottage and put a finger over his free ear—as if it was his fault he could barely hear the words his little brother was saying. Regulus’ call had come half-way through washing up after dinner, Julian begging for a nighttime game of pick-up, and Hope laughing at Remus for eating the last of the apple pie straight from the dish. He’d assumed he was calling about travel plans, but he hadn’t expected the thumping music in the background or cacophony of laughing voices.

“I said I’m driving up day after tomorrow,” Regulus shouted, then laughed at something and said hello to someone, telling them to make themselves at home.

Sirius briefly wondered where he’d picked up the phrase and learned to use it so easily. It wasn’t like they’d heard it much. Make yourself at home. Instantly, Sirius thought of that basement bedroom at Pascal’s, and their warm kitchen—the kids doing homework, Celeste and Pascal cooking. Sirius, you don’t have to ask for water or anything else. Please, help yourself.

“I know that,” Sirius shouted back to Regulus, even though he probably didn’t have to. “You—ouais, you already told me that?”

“Oh. I did? Okay!”

“Ouais, I—” Sirius turned as Remus’ face appeared through the screen door, a questioning look on his face.

“You good?” Remus asked. “You’re yelling?”

Sirius pulled the phone away a bit. “I think my brother is drunk calling me.” He pressed the speaker back to his cheek. “Are you okay?”

Remus, obviously trying not to laugh, retreated back into the house.

“I just wanted to call,” Regulus shouted in his ear. “I just wanted to say, see you soon. Just wanted to say I’m glad this is—”

There was a long pull of silence, during which Sirius couldn’t tell if Regulus was talking to someone else, had dropped his phone perhaps, or was just thinking.

“I’m glad…” He began finally. “I mean, I’m glad these things happened.”

He didn’t sound drunk, Sirius supposed. He just sounded…unsure.

“What things?” Sirius asked.

“Everything.”

“What?”

“I just wanted to call you! And hear your voice, Sirius, fuck.”

“Why? Are you okay?”

More cursing, a blend of French and English. “Yes. Nothing has to be wrong for me to want to talk to you.”

“I…Ouais, okay.”

It seemed like he had moved somewhere quieter, but only by a bit. There was still music, low and filled with quick-lyrics, and Sirius caught passing parts of English conversations. Sirius picked out one voice, a girl, who said Regulus’ name and find me later.

“Who is that?” Sirius asked, then felt stupid.

Regulus didn’t hear him, busy telling the girl something before the speaker rustled, back against his ear.

“So. Finn and Alex go running every day,” Regulus shouted over the music. “I mean, when they can. When they’re in the same city.”

Sirius hadn’t known that, but, then again, Regulus probably spent more time with the Cubs. He should stop thinking of them as the Cubs. That had been Finn and Logan during their rookie seasons, and then Leo, but they didn’t really deserve that anymore. Especially not with a Cup.

“I—That’s nice.” Sirius looked towards the lake. The waves were soft tonight. All the boats had long gone home. Did he want to go running together? “I thought you were sort of done with…”

“No, I don’t want to run, I just…”

For the next few seconds, and Sirius pulled his phone back to watch some of the time go by on the screen, there was more silence. This was their way. He wished it wasn’t, he wished he had the right words to fill every part of his brother’s mind until he could cancel out all the wrong ones. But half-finished sentences it was. Half-thoughts that somehow found completion once they both stuttered and tried a few dozen times.

“I’m just saying,” Regulus said. “I’m just saying that when I get there, I’m your brother not your house guest.”

Sirius looked back towards the screen door at that, hoping Remus would be there. House guest? What did that mean?

“Did that sound bad?” Regulus said loudly.

“Non,” Sirius said. “I—non. I don’t—okay.” He was sort of panicking. Dumo would have known what to say. “I’m—sorry.”

“Non. C’est—Non. I’m saying it all wrong.”

Finn and Alex run. House guest.

“I…” Sirius cleared his throat. “Reg, I can barely hear you. I don’t know…I don’t know what else… I didn’t mean to make you feel like we’re…”

Not as good as other brothers.

“I just mean.” Over everything, he did hear the breath Regulus let out. Someone else said his name through a laugh and a hello. “Hi, yeah, come on in.”

Sirius waited, unsure how to have this conversation with music and other people right there.

“I should probably go,” Regulus said. “Sorry, I know you’re with everyone. And I know I’m—it’s loud, sorry. I don’t know.”

“I’m not with everyone,” Sirius said.

“Ha, right.”

Something definitely took a tumble in the background. The music soared up, louder, and Regulus cursed.

“Shit,” he said. “Sorry! Someone—Sirius?”

“I’m here,” Sirius said. “I’m right here.”

“I should…” The next words, shouted like they were talking to each other over a windstorm, still hit Sirius somewhere soft and gentle. “Hey, I get to stand next to you, right? On the day? Your day.”

Sirius pressed a hand over his chest and found the lake blurring through what must be a few tears. That. That had surprised him. It probably shouldn’t have.

“Please,” Sirius said, then laughed a little when Regulus did. “Yeah, you’ll stand next to me.”

“Good. Okay, good.” Someone else said Regulus’ name.

Sirius realized he still thought of him as his quiet brother, half pressed against the sides of rooms so nothing could surprise him.

He felt only pure relief in realizing that wasn’t true anymore.

“I love you,” Regulus said suddenly, a gasp of breath almost. “So. Yeah, I do. And I’ll see you soon.”

“I—see you soon,” Sirius said, staring, unseeing, at the lake. “I love you, too, Reg.”

He sort of forgot to go back inside. He didn’t know how long he’d been sitting on the top porch step until a blanket appeared around his shoulders and Remus sat down close enough to press their hips and shoulders together.

“Is he okay?” Remus asked. “You’ve been out here for a while, I couldn’t tell if you were still on the phone.”

“Sorry,” Sirius said. “I didn’t help with dishes.”

“More than enough hands for that.” Remus turned Sirius’ hand over and traced a line of his palm with his thumb. “Everyone’s gone up to bed.”

“He just said he…” Sirius cleared his throat. “He just wanted to call me.”

Remus nodded. “Okay…Is he all good?”

Sirius nodded. “Yeah, he—he said Finn and Alex go running together when they’re in the same city. And that when he gets here, I should treat him like a brother? Not like a house guest?”

Remus laughed, just a little. “Well, okay, then. Blunt, as usual.”

“I have no idea what any of it meant.” Sirius rubbed a hand through his hair. “I don’t think he was actually drunk? I mean, I don’t know.”

“Sounds like he wants to spend time with you.”

Sirius shook his head, bewildered. “Sounds like he wishes we were Finn and Alex. Merde, or you and Jules. I don’t…”

“No,” Remus said, hand hooking over Sirius’ shoulder. He rested his chin there, too.

“Yes.” Sirius sighed. “I don’t know. He was so… He has all of these friends, and then he said he loved me, and asked if he gets to stand next to me. I thought—I mean, of course?”

“Did you tell him that?”

“Yes.”

“No, I mean before.”

“Well—Before when?”

Remus squeezed his arm. “He might have thought you’d choose James. Or Pascal. Julian said he thought I was going to choose Thomas when I told him he’d be next to me.” Sirius felt Remus’ quiet laugh against his neck. “Then he googled weddings and got all freaked out I was going to make him give a speech.”

Sirius smiled. “Oh God, Reg is not going to give a speech, there’s no way.”

“That’s fine,” Remus said. “We have a lot of people who are going to want to say something. I went with my dad and sorted out the whole music, sound-system situation today. I don’t know if we’re going to be able to stop potential karaoke.”

“Oh God. James.”

“Yeah.”

“Finn.”

“What, you’re not going to sing me a song, Black?”

“There’s a lot of things I’ll do for you…That’s maybe not one.”

“Well, damn.”

“Unless you…like, really want me to.”

“I would never torture you like that.”

Sirius pressed his smile into Remus’ cheek, enjoying the way Remus leaned further against him. Something made the nearby waves pick up, and Sirius closed his eyes, suddenly wanting to be in their room with the windows open, listening to them as they fell asleep.

“We owe your entire family a vacation,” Sirius said. “A long one.”

“For real, though,” Remus laughed. When Sirius put his hand out, Remus laced their fingers together. “Hey.”

Sirius looked down at him. He had more freckles than Sirius had ever seen him with. They dotted across his nose and cheeks. They would be there for their wedding photographs. Something about them made Remus look like he had when Sirius had first met him in his Lions staff jacket. Hi, Sirius? I’m Remus Lupin. Is there anything I can do for you?

Remus hooked a finger in the neck of his shirt, pulling his attention back to right then.

“You’re the one who found a whole new sort of family,” Remus said. “It’s good Regulus is doing that, too.”

“I know.”

“And you’re doing it again. You’re my family and we’re yours. That includes Reg—believe me. If you don’t make him know it, my mom will.”

Sirius smiled. “Hope Lupin versus Regulus Black. That—oh, what’s the thing your dad says?”

“Which thing?”

“Ah…” Sirius squinted upwards, carding a hand through Remus’ hair. “Oh. We love to see it.”

Remus tilted his head back, laughing. “We love to see it. Oh my God. You’re funny that you remember that.”

They leaned their heads together. The waves had quieted. Sirius watched Remus’ thumb make slow tracks over his knuckles and wrist. The woods around them rustled, and a cluster of crickets sang somewhere close by. Sirius still couldn’t believe how many stars he could see here.

“I know we just said how much help we’re getting with wedding things,” Remus said quietly. “And that we owe them a vacation, so we should probably stick around. But…”

“But?” Sirius said, then he couldn’t help himself anymore and leaned in to kiss Remus. He made a soft, happy sound. Sirius pressed his thumb over his engagement ring.

“Do you maybe,” Remus hardly leaned away to speak, “want to drive somewhere tomorrow?”

“Just us,” Sirius said, and kissed him again, then again, in time with the hush of the lake’s shore.

“Just us.”

“No.”

Finn laughed as he reached the end of the pier before Alex, catching himself on the railing. He pulled back, letting himself hold on by his fingertips as he tilted his head up to the sky and let out a whoop.

“I win,” he shouted. “I fucking win.”

“I let you win,” Alex panted. He had his hands on his knees and was trying to blink sweat out of his eyes. “Tell me, who’s in the playoffs right now and needs to conserve their strength? Oh yeah. Me.”

“Fuck off,” Finn said. “I’m not even out of breath.”

“That’s because you’re a freak.”

Finn reached forward and flicked the bill of Alex’s cap up, knocking it to the ground.

Alex swiped at him, making to hit him in the groin, but Finn jumped back, out of reach. Alex scowled as he picked up his hat.

Finn turned back towards the water. The day’s heat was catching on now and he adjusted his own cap, pushing his sweaty hair back.

“No training today, right?” Finn asked.

“Nope.” Alex came to stand beside him. “Day off. Tomorrow, though. Morning’s optional. Do you know if Tremz is going?”

“I’ll ask him.”

They walked in the sun until they could cross back across the road and the smooth pavement of the river paths turned into the West Village’s cobblestones. There was a cluster of dogs outside of their regular coffee shop and Finn saw Alex snap a photograph of a particularly glossy golden retriever and send it off to Kasey.

“Are you bringing breakfast back or are they meeting you?” Alex asked.

“Lo’s probably sleeping still—bringing back.”

Alex nodded. “Do you—like urgently, or—Want to sit for a bit?”

Finn raised his eyebrows. “Yeah, I wanna sit. Are you okay?”

Alex turned his hat backwards as they went inside the shop. “Why?”

“You just started three different sentences.”

Alex kept his eyes on the menu. “I just—What are you poking me for, I want to have coffee with you, I’m being nice.”

Finn put his hands up. “Okay. Be nice, then.”

They ordered and found a table out front, so small they had to sit side-by-side to avoid being in the middle of the sidewalk. It was half in the shade of a tree and in the shadow of a row of Citi Bikes. Finn watched Alex fidget with his straw.

“How’s your shoulder?” Finn asked.

“What? Oh, fine. Just one of those things. Doesn’t bother me enough to bother me.”

Finn nodded. “Yeah. Lo’s got that with one of his calves. Doesn’t bother him on the ice but at home he’s all—you know. Harz, Le, can you get that, my leg.”

Alex laughed. “Let me guess. You get it for him.”

“So what if we do?”

“Shocker.”

Finn laughed, shaking the ice cubes around in his cup. “Whatever.”

They watched two beagles pass by, one coming over to sniff intently at Finn’s shoe. Finn asked if he could pet them, mostly trying to give Alex a moment to say whatever he wasn’t saying. He ran his palm over the dog’s soft ears, smiled at the warm kisses of its tongue against his wrist, and nodded his thanks to the owner who continued on.

“They’re not getting married. Yet.”

Finn watched the dogs go for another moment. Their white-tipped tails swished happily in unison. Twins. Brothers.

Finn turned back in his seat and took a sip of his coffee. Alex was looking at him out of the corner of his eye. He had one of his knees bouncing. When it rattled the table, he stopped.

“Hello?” Alex sighed.

Finn put an arm around him and pulled them together. The bill of Alex’s hat, low on the back of his neck, bumped into Finn’s nose, but Finn just held on tighter.

“Al…” Finn squeezed him hard. “Thank God, fuck.”

“I—yeah.” Alex sighed, slumping into him a little. “Guess you were right. I was worried. And sad.”

“I know,” Finn said. He pulled back. “How is everything now?”

Alex laughed, rubbing at his jaw. “Fuck. So much better. It’s like I was using half my lungs or something.”

“Don’t I know that feeling.”

“Yeah, what is up with us?”

“Mm…I don’t know. Maybe mom knows.”

Alex shook his head like he was still clearing the fog of these last months. He turned his face up towards the sunlight coming through the trees. “Yeah, she probably knows. Anyway…”

Finn raised his eyebrows and Alex shrugged.

“There you have it,” Alex said.

“There you have it? C’mon, how’d it go down?”

Alex groaned. “It went down, that’s all that matters.”

“Alex. What happened to telling each other things?”

“There’s nothing to tell. Natalie and I talked and then Kasey and I talked and—I don’t know, I confessed?”

“Al.”

“And I cried.” Alex slapped his hand to his thigh, laughing a little. “Which was—nice. But embarrassing.” He messed with his straw again, the paper scratching against the plastic lid. “I don’t think I even—really knew how worried I was. I think I assumed they would get tired of me. And I was just going to have to be okay with that.”

“I’ll beat up anyone who thinks they could get tired of you.”

Alex smiled slightly. “I’m glad I was wrong.”

“O’Haras don’t do sometimes. We’re all-day-every-day.”

“Ha, yeah. I guess that’s true.”

“So, you’re spending the summer together?”

“Yeah, gonna go to California, train with one of Kase and I’s old teammates. See Natalie’s family. What are you guys doing after the wedding?”

“France,” Finn said. “New Orleans.”

“Fancy you.”

Finn smiled. “Lo’s hoping for a Cup day in August, obviously, and he wants to bring it to Harvard with Percy and Will.”

“You gonna go?”

Finn nodded. “I want to take Leo all around. I mean…If he wants. I think he’ll like it? But I don’t want it to feel like…”

“‘Here are all the things we did without you?’”

“Yeah, exactly.” Finn stretched his legs out under the table. “I want—I’d mean it like, look, this is special now because you’re here, too. I mean, it was special before with just Lo, but it was also just…”

“Sad,” Alex finished.

“Yeah.” Finn laughed. “Are you going to finish all my—”

“Sentences.”

“Al—”

“—ex, stop,” Alex wined, then laughed loudly when Finn punched his arm.

“Okay, I’m done having coffee with you.”

Alex laughed and stood up. “Yeah, yeah, if you don’t get Tremz his chocolate he’ll bite you.”

“I mean, you’re—”

“—not wrong,” Alex said, then jumped out of Finn’s reach.

“Alex.”

“Okay, okay.” Alex lifted an arm and pulled Finn in. “See you later, yeah?” He pulled back and flicked his forehead. “Love you, Fish.”

Finn squinted one eye closed. “If you say so.”

Finn waited until Alex was halfway down the street, fishing his keys out of his pocket.

“I love you, too!” Finn shouted.

Alex turned to laugh, shaking his head.

Finn shut the front door to Logan’s apartment as quietly as he could. He set the croissant bag down on the counter, along with his keys and wallet, humming as he went. There were signs that Leo had been awake. Some coffee in the glass pour-over container, and his phone on the counter.

“Of course you and Remus are both morning hummers.”

Finn turned sharply towards the living room. “Whoa.”

Regulus’ sharp smile flashed and faded from where he sat on their couch. “Hey there.”

“Hi. Sorry.”

“No, my bad, I should have said something.”

“No. I mean—all good.” Finn took down a plate for the pastries. “Does morning hummer mean what I think it means?”

Regulus raised his eyebrows. “Uh. I don’t know. What does it mean?”

“Well…” Finn glanced in the direction of the bedroom. “Well, what do you think it mea—”

“Let’s just drop it.”

“Yeah, good idea.” Finn took a sip of his coffee. “If I’d known you were coming over, I’d have brought you something.”

“It’s all right,” Regulus said. “Leo said I are getting breakfast before I head up to Remus’ lake house tomorrow.”

“Ah, yes. Wedding. Best man, right?”

“I think James thinks he is, but it’s me.”

“Of course it’s you!” Leo emerged from the direction of the bedrooms, freshly showered, and pressed a kiss to Finn’s cheek. “Morning, Harz. You look so cute. Little tomato.”

“Thanks? I think.” He twisted Leo’s gray streak, still damp, once around his finger. “Sleep okay?”

“Second half of the night, yeah.” Leo let Finn run a hand over his hair, eyes closing happily. “How’s Alex?”

“He’s good. I beat him home, so, ha.” Finn put a thumb over Leo’s bottom lip. “Where’s our pet hockey player?”

Leo laughed, took his hand, and kissed it. “Still snoozing.”

Yes. Finn set the plate down. “Cool. I’m going to…” He glanced at Regulus. “Go say hi to him and then shower.”

“Say hi to him?” Leo repeated with a snort. “Okay, call it what you want, I guess. Reg and I are getting breakfast. Oh, and I think we’re going to his friend’s birthday party tonight—you wanna come?”

“Love to.” Finn looked at Regulus. “Is that okay?”

“Of course it’s okay,” Regulus said, standing. “Logan, too, if he wants.”

“We’ll see if he feels like he’s gotta lie low,” Leo said. He shrugged at Finn who nodded. Then Leo made a happy sound and wrapped his arms around Finn’s shoulders. “Party with you, I like the sound of that.” He pressed a firm kiss to Finn’s mouth and it felt like sparking wires. “I love you, I love you, you’re sweaty, ew, I love you.” He kissed Finn’s cheeks before whispering in his ear. “I know what you’re up to, you better change those sheets.”

“You got it, lover,” Finn whispered back.

“You guys are really bad at whispering,” Regulus said. He was standing by the door now. “Le, I want waffles.”

“I want that special quiche they had that one time, fingers crossed.” Leo grabbed his wallet and keys, then stumbled a bit when Finn reeled him back in, straight into one more kiss.

“I love you,” Finn said. “Have fun.”

“You taste like summer,” Leo smiled. “See you tonight. Let Lo know and we’ll text you the address.”

“Tell Logan congrats on making the finals,” Regulus called, then the apartment door swung shut.

Finn slipped through their open bedroom door, undoing his watch as he went. He smiled at the sight that waited for him. Logan was sprawled across the whole bed, like he was searching for them even as he was asleep. He was on his back, bare save for the tight gray briefs that he favored, and his chin was tilted up with his arms by his head. The sheets were low enough to show his tattoo. Finn’s heart picked up just looking at him. He could feel himself getting turned on. Logan and Leo both liked making love in the morning, and if Finn wasn’t careful, he’d see every sunrise and get endlessly hopeful each time.

Finn sat on the edge of the bed, pushing his sweaty hair off his forehead. Logan didn’t stir. He put a hand on Logan’s hip, thumbing over the dark ink. Nothing. He leaned over and pressed a kiss right to the center of Logan’s chest. That got a deeper breath, one of only just waking up.

Logan peeked an eye open and then, seeing Finn, closed them again and let a slow, sleepy smile spread over his face.

“Hi,” Finn whispered. “Good morning.”

“Mmm…Cœur.” Logan kicked back the covers. “Did you run?”

“Yeah, just got back.”

Logan stretched, his back arching. By the sly, tired look in his eye he knew exactly what he looked like. “Do you want to…”

Finn nodded, rubbing a palm high over Logan’s inner thigh. “I really fucking do.”

The sound Logan made next was low in his throat and pleased. “Come here.”

“Leo doesn’t like it when I bring outside sweat into the sheets,” Finn said—just to make him ask again.

“Good thing they’re my sheets,” Logan said.

Finn laughed and reached behind him to yank off his shirt. “That’s true.”

He shed his shorts and socks, too, and Logan tugged him down by the band of his underwear.

“If someone told you I was a morning hummer…” Finn mumbled into his kiss.

Logan threw a leg around Finn’s hip and pushed him onto his back. “Who’s someone?”

“Not Leo.”

Logan settled his weight down over Finn’s clothed cock and rocked slightly. He pressed one more kiss to Finn’s mouth before putting his hands against Finn’s chest and sitting himself upright. “Not sure I like that someone else knows that.”

Finn smoothed his hands over Logan’s strong thighs, so warm from being tucked under the covers. “That’s what I thought. Regulus just said—”

Logan froze. “Like, here?”

“Regulus was in our living room. Emphasis on was. Him and Le are at breakfast now, so…”

Logan sighed happily and rolled his hips again. “Oh.”

Finn hissed a breath through his teeth. “Yeah, baby, carry on. He says congrats on making the final round, by the way. I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for a few trips to Colorado. Not too many though.”

“Me too,” Logan said absently, more intent on palming Finn through the cotton material of his briefs, then himself. Finn could have lay there forever. He covered Logan’s hand with his and tucked a thumb into the front slip of his briefs to feel the silk of him.

Logan pushed into his touch, then bent to kiss him before reaching for the bedside table. Logan held the jar they kept there out to Finn and bit his lip around a smile.

“Oh, now he’s bashful,” Finn said, taking it.

Logan let loose his full grin and fell forward, tucking his face into Finn’s neck to bite at the sweat-damp skin. It was a bit of a tangle, ridding themselves of the rest of their clothes, and Finn laughed softly at the way Logan splayed his thighs wide over his lap, grinding their half-hard cocks together.

“You smell,” Logan whispered.

“Well, if I recall what I’ve learned about you over these many years—”

But then Logan was kissing him, licking into his mouth until Finn bit down on his lower lip just to hear his low groan. Logan moved down to kiss the salt from his jaw and neck, firm lips and quick dashes of his tongue and sharp, just on the side of not-too-hard nips from his teeth. Finn wondered what Logan would say if he asked him to just cover him in those biting kisses entirely and take his time about it.

“Did you have sweet dreams?” Finn asked, unscrewing the jar’s top.

“I’m in one,” Logan said, pulling back to watch Finn slick his fingers. “Did you have a good run?”

“Yeah,” Finn said, watching the way Logan’s eyes trained on his hand. “Got a chocolate croissant from that coffee shop by the river.”

Logan’s eyes darted to his, affronted.

Finn reached down and smoothed his hand over Logan’s ass. “Don’t give me that look.” He enjoyed the way Logan’s breathing hitched when he dug his palm into his muscles. “I don’t go near a bakery without leaving with something for my Lo.”

“Finn,” Logan whispered shakily.

“My sweet tooth creature of chocolate and sour candy.”

Logan pressed back against Finn’s slick touch.

“Of course it’s chocolate that turns you on.”

“You turn me on—” Logan cut off as Finn’s fingers found home, brows drawing together. His knees tightened around Finn’s hips. “Ah…”

Finn pressed his smile into Logan’s temple, then turned it into a kiss. They had time, so Finn kept his touches slow. The sun was coming through the window, lighting up dust in the air and throwing a warm slant across Logan’s lower back. Logan lay down against his chest and Finn could feel each one of his steady breaths. He kissed Finn’s skin every once in a while. Finn stroked his free fingers through Logan’s hair. It was almost like he was going to be put back to sleep, save for the needy thrum of his heart Finn could feel if he pressed a palm to his back. His skin still held that solid sort of heat he always had when he was sleeping, the warmth Leo and him always pressed their freezing fingers against in the middle of the night. Most people, Finn guessed as he felt Logan’s cock began to get wet between their stomachs, would shy away from any cold touch in their sleep. A slumbering Logan, however, always seemed to give them more room to warm up.

“Feels good?” Finn murmured. He scratched gentle fingers down the back of Logan’s neck and used the leverage of his other, slightly tweaking wrist to press deeper inside Logan’s body. More oil, a third finger that made Logan press his forehead into Finn’s chest and push back against his hand.

“Yeah,” Logan said. “Mhm, fuck.”

Finn rolled his head against the pillow to catch a good look at Logan’s parted mouth and shut, blissful eyes. His lashes cast those gorgeous shadows.

“You’re so fucking strong right now,” Finn said. “Fucking big, it’s…” Logan’s shoulders, the powerful muscles of his back, made Finn’s cock ache. He pressed hard into Logan, gentle with the pads of his fingers, until the corded muscles in Logan’s back shifted like rippling light and Logan gasped out a sound. “God, Lo, I love it.”

Logan’s laugh was a huffy, embarrassed sound, but his cheeks were pink and proud as he pushed himself to sit up, palms on Finn’s chest. Finn’s hand slipped out of him, but Logan was already reaching for the jar, then taking Finn in his hand, in both hands, to give him slow, smooth strokes.

Finn’s hips were pinned by Logan’s weight and he dug his nails into Logan’s thighs, trapped there with nothing to do but try to breathe through the sight of Logan’s scarred-knuckled hands around his cock. Logan watched, too, then darted his eyes to Finn’s face.

“I love your voice,” Logan said softly. His accent, sated already, dragged his words like a hand through clear water. He pushed himself onto his knees and positioned Finn’s cock, pausing to rub it against himself for a moment. “I love when it sounds like I’ve had you already and we haven’t even started.”

Finn just smiled and ran a hand through the mess Logan had left on his stomach. Then he felt the heat. Logan’s heat. It locked around him and Logan’s head dropped back in one, satisfied motion as he worked himself slowly down.

Finn’s toes curled and he dug his heels into the mattress. “Lo.”

“Mm,” Logan smiled up at the ceiling, eyes closed. He didn’t move. He stayed still, adjusting, before lifting himself so Finn could watch his cock slip nearly all the way out of him. Logan’s mouth fell open slightly, lost in the feeling if sinking down again. Finn, looking up from the mesmerizing sight of where they fit together, had expected his eyes to still be closed. But Logan was watching him.

“Sometimes, I can’t believe it’s you,” Logan whispered. He smoothed his palms up Finn’s chest over his heart. “I’m so—” He cut off as Finn accidentally slipped out of him. The sudden lack of contact ached and Finn hissed as his shaft jolted, seeking Logan and dripping beads of want from its tip.

“Non…” Logan began to say.

“Here, baby,” Finn was there, holding his hips and guiding them together again. “God.”

Finn felt his cock pulse, watched Logan feel it inside by the look on his face, saw the gleaming evidence of being as close to the edge as he was when Logan pushed himself up again. Finn splayed his hands over Logan’s ribs.

“So good,” Logan whispered. “You feel so good…”

Finn bent his knees, planting his feet on the bed to lift up into Logan’s body. It was the moments before the fall when he never felt deep enough, when ever part of him wanted to hear the sound of his skin moving against Logan’s more than anything.

He gripped Logan’s thighs, his fingers pressing indents into the strong muscle, and relished in the weight of Logan’s hands on his chest as he tried to keep his balance even as his breathing uneven. Logan reached behind him, hooking an elbow around Finn’s knee and found his rhythm again, letting himself fall down as Finn pushed up.

“Lo,” Finn grit out. It half-occurred to Finn that he should be doing most of the work, that Logan had other performances to pay attention to, but the blinding heat around him banished those thoughts quickly enough.

When Logan began to come, Finn knew he was only halfway there. He didn’t touch himself. Didn’t move to have Finn touch him.

“Ah—Ah—” Logan was loud. Hoarse, panting sounds fell from him that Finn swore were going to make him come. He reached down and pushed on the root of himself, trying to starve it off. Logan wasn’t done.

Logan leaned forward and fucked himself back on Finn in quicker snaps now as he painted strips of white over Finn’s body. Finn tilted his head back into the pillows, relishing the silky splash that reached up his chest, and the rhythmic squeezing of Logan’s orgasm around his cock.

“Fuck,” Finn said, hand circling Logan’s cock in a tight grip. “Oh, fuck, Lo, keep doing that, keep…”

Logan braced his hands on Finn’s ribs and began to push himself harder, hardly lifting off at all.

“Come here,” Logan whispered. He tangled his hands in Finn’s hair, gripping tightly, and kissed him.

Finn didn’t break the kiss as he went, just let Logan lick up his gasps. He pushed Logan onto his back in the rough, tumbling way he liked and hardly gave him any time for a please little laugh before he was grinding his cock into him, aiming straight for what would get Logan close to the edge of another one.

“Uh—” Logan pressed his teeth around Finn’s jaw, then dragged a half-kiss across his cheek until they were kissing as Finn rocked into him. “Yes, yes, Finn, yes…”

“I know.” Finn’s words sounded shaky to himself as he spread his palms down Logan’s back. He kissed the corner of Logan’s parted lips, the side of his nose, the high of his cheek. He caught a flash of green and Logan was suddenly looking at him again. It was written all over his face, how good he thought Finn felt inside. Finn could feel it in the half-smile they gave each other just before it was too much again and Logan dipped his fingers into Finn’s hair and brought their foreheads together. He felt it in the span of Logan’s hand down his back, then the way he cupped Finn’s jaw just to kiss him again through their mixed, heavy breaths.

Finn pressed his cock deep into him, almost straining for more, and stayed, and stayed, sucking a bruise into Logan’s neck until he felt him seize up around him and come between them again with a gasp. Finn smiled to himself.

“Good,” Finn whispered as he began to move again, chasing after his own now. “I’m gonna…”

“Yes.” Logan’s voice stuttered, pleasure that sounded like tears. He was trying to bring Finn closer with every part of him, drawing him in with his heels and the clutching of his hands and his core. He pushed his head back into the pillows and Finn kissed over the curve of his throat. He got a hand around the side of it, thumb just under his chin, so he could keep him like that while he added another bruise.

He thought of the party tonight as he rocked into Logan harder and watched the mark form as he worked Logan’s skin. Logan looked beautiful at parties. Low lights made his green eyes go dark. Anyone could see he was taken now. He’d need to pull Leo aside at some point, kiss him until he got that beautiful, open smile on his face like at the museum.

“Rouge,” Logan’s voice whispered. Two hands on the sides of his face. Logan had sweat beaded on his upper lip. Finn kissed him and slowed his hips. Logan reached down for his waist, coaxing him on. His thumbs were two lovely pressure points against each hip bone.

“Beautiful at parties,” Finn said softly.

Logan’s eyes edged on bewildered at that, but they were happy. They told Finn that Logan knew he’d been thinking about something, could even picture what he’d been thinking, at least a little. They’d always been that way. Logan nodded quickly, bottom lip between his teeth.

He began to fall over the edge at that look on Logan’s face. How had Finn ever convinced himself that Logan didn’t love him?

Logan opened up again at the feeling of Finn emptying inside him. Finn held his breath and closed a tight fist around the pillow beside Logan’s head. For a minute, they were just two heartbeats.

When he could breathe again, Finn peeked out from the warm crook of Logan’s neck. There was that small smile on his face, his eyes closed. He was making figure-eights around the notches of Finn’s spine. Finn shivered, sensitive now, and he eased himself from Logan’s body and tucked Logan into his side.

As he watched, Logan’s throat moved as he swallowed. Finn touched one of the love bites he’d left behind. Logan curled a gentle grip around his fingers, his palm against the back of Finn’s. He kissed the pads of his fingers and opened his eyes to look down at him.

“And what do I sound like now that you have actually had me?” Finn whispered, then winced one eye closed when his voice cracked.

“Sorry, what was that?” Logan laughed through the words.

“Shut up.” Finn ran a hand from Logan’s chest all the way down to the soft bend of his knee. “Oo-Ways.” Finn kissed his shoulder. “Want me to clean up?”

Logan thought for a moment, stretching beneath Finn’s hands. “Non. Shower soon.”

“Want me to bring you a chocolate croissant?”

Logan smiled. “Hm. Chocolate. What a turn on.”

Remus rolled the car windows down to let the smell of the lake and trees in, and smiled when he felt Sirius’ hand settle on his thigh as he drove them up towards the mountain trails.

“I still feel bad,” Sirius sighed. “Fuck.”

“Julian is not mad at you.” Remus said. “All we said was that we were going on a date—he can’t be mad that he couldn’t come.”

“But he was,” Sirius groaned.

“Disappointed maybe. He’ll live.”

“He’s going to hate me.”

“He literally could never hate you.”

“He’s going to start liking James more.”

Remus laughed. “Oh. So, that’s what you’re really worried about.”

Sirius just frowned at the sun-streaked road. Remus reached up to ruffle his hair. “Turn left here.”

He’d packed a simple picnic lunch and picked a straight-forward trail to a lookout that he’d hiked to a million times. The earth was spongy and soft beneath his feet as he settled the small lunch box, packed with icepacks, at the bottom of his bag. Making sure Sirius wasn’t looking, he opened it briefly to check all was right, then zipped up his pack.

Sirius started a few paces ahead of him, head forward as he climbed over roots and rocks like they were racing and he was determined to come in first place.

“Hi, I’ll just be back here,” Remus called out. “Your fiancé, trying to take you on a romantic hike.”

Sirius didn’t turn right away, so focused that it took him a moment to register that Remus had spoken. He stopped on top of a flat rock and looked back.

“Quoi? Did you say something?”

“I said I’m just your fiancé, back here, trying to take you on a romantic hike.”

“What?” Sirius laughed and stepped down. He retraced his steps back to Remus’ side. Even in the more mild mid-mornings, sweat already shone on his cheeks.

“Aren’t we trying to get to the top?”

Remus laughed. “Um. We’re going to get to the top.” He tugged at Sirius’ backpack strap. “Doesn’t mean we have to do it in under an hour.”

“Oh.” Sirius’ smile, aimed at the trees, was sheepish. “Right.”

Sirius stuck close to him after that, bending to feel a small stream running past them, or pausing to take Remus’ picture. Remus laughed himself hoarse when the rustle of a rabbit, darting between bushes, caused Sirius to jump half out of his skin. Sirius laughed himself when Remus stepped right into another small stream and walked the rest of the way disgruntled by a soaked sock.

They came to the summit sweating and out of breath, but as the trees opened up to reveal only sky and blue-purple mountains, they both stood quietly.

“Wow,” Sirius said. He turned in a slow circle, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “It’s like we’re the only two left.”

“If there’s anyone I would choose…” Remus began, and Sirius started to smile. “It would be Thomas.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “Ouais, sure. Thomas.”

They found a shade-spotted place beneath a tree and Sirius rolled out the blanket from his pack while Remus set out their lunch of turkey sandwiches with cranberry sauce—Sirius’ smile was worth the slightly soggy bread.

“Hey,” Sirius said softly. He turned Remus’ gaze away from his bag with a hand on his chin, and kissed him. Remus had expected it to be quick, and the warm swipe of Sirius’ tongue, then the small scrape to his bottom lip, made him sway and catch himself with a hand on Sirius’ knee. Sirius smiled at him when he pulled back. “Feels like yesterday.”

Remus nodded. From the corner of his eye, he could see his ring. “Yeah, it really does.”

“This is perfect.”

“Wait,” Remus said, then produced from between cold-packs, a half-bottle of champagne.

“Loop,” Sirius laughed delightedly. “Really—C’est parfait.”

Remus began to untwine the wire. “I thought you’d like that.”

They let the sun creep towards their blanket. The champagne in the plastic cups caught the light, and Remus wiggled his nose at some bubbles as Sirius cut into a ripe pear and passed him slices as he went.

“So.” Sirius took a sip of champagne. “Do you think anyone would listen to me if I tried any pull that might get Tremz back?”

Remus leaned back on his elbows. “Hm. Well, it’s not like—I mean, you wouldn’t exactly have to convince anyone on our side. But the Rangers would have to be willing to deal. Money would be the problem.”

“I think about it when I’m trying to fall asleep sometimes. I’d take a pay cut,” Sirius said. “And I wouldn’t ask that of Leo so early in his career, but I bet Finn would, too.”

“And Kasey’s retiring,” Remus added. “That frees up quite a bit.”

“Ouais, this is what I’m saying.”

“But if the Rangers aren’t interested—”

Sirius sighed. “Yeah…Yeah.”

“Logan’s about to get them to a Cup, their first in a long time, if all goes to plan.”

Sirius didn’t say anything, just looked out towards the mountains. He set the core of the pear aside, wiping the leftover juices on a napkin.

Remus sat up again. He rested a hand on Sirius’ sun-warmed neck. “I’m sorry, baby. I know you miss him.”

Sirius nodded. “I do, but… More I just…If we ever got traded apart—”

“La la la.” Remus scrunched up his nose. “No, don’t. We’re drinking champagne, you can’t talk like that while we’re drinking champagne.”

It had been one thing this year, getting used to being on a team with all of his closest friends. It would be something entirely different to be in another locker room, filled with other players—some of which probably wouldn’t trust his experience.

“I was just going to say, if it were me, or you, I’d hope someone would help me. And it has happened. A player leaving and returning. It happens.” Sirius glanced at Remus, then down. “This is going to sound bad, but I am the face of the Lions. When I got here, we were in a horrible slump. I was part of pulling them out of that. Me, James, Dumo, Kasey… Then Finn. Then Logan.”

“That doesn’t sound bad,” Remus said. “That sounds true. That is true. I’d know, I watched it happen.”

Sirius nodded, then groaned and fell back against the blankets, his head pillowed on Remus’ pack. “I’ll try. I just won’t say anything to him in case nothing happens.”

Remus set his cup in the grass and rolled onto his side to be near him. He righted with the 1 and 2 pendants, which had switched to twenty-one.

“I love you,” Remus said. He leaned down to press his nose into Sirius’ cheek, enjoying the slight scratch of his stubble. “I don’t know how anyone calls those grey eyes of yours cold.”

Sirius just smiled, his eyes closing. Remus lowered his head to his chest and felt his arm wrap around his shoulders. The sun felt like it was soaking into his very bones. The champagne had made his head pleasantly buzzy, and Sirius’ heart beat slowly beneath his ear.

“I love you, too,” Sirius said.

He had hardly finished the words when Remus felt one rain drop, two, right on his cheek—and then downpour.

The sky was still blue, even as the sudden shower was came down with such force that for a moment they both merely lay there, staring at each other. Finally, Sirius cracked a smile, let out a surprised laugh, and began to sit up.

“Whoa. Oh my God, shit, the—the blankets.”

Remus’ laugh startled out of him. He shut his eyes and turned his head up to the sky. “Oh my God.”

Distantly, thunder rumbled beneath the rattle of the rain on the trees.

“Here, Re, go under that tree and I’ll—”

But Remus just pushed at Sirius’ chest, getting him to stay where he was. “No. I—no, wait.”

Sirius’ t-shirt was already thin and clinging at his shoulders, carving itself into his muscles. He blinked fast, laughing as the rain ran into his eyes. Up close, there was nothing steely about his expression. He was rainwater. Remus tucked two fingers around the chain of his necklace.

“It’s just rain,” Remus said.

Sirius spluttered a little. “This is—someone turned a tap on.”

But Remus just laughed harder and put his hands into Sirius’ soaked hair. It slipped, silky and dark, between his fingers.

“I want to kiss you,” Remus said. Raindrops ran into his mouth and matted his hair down against his forehead. “I want to kiss you when no one is about to come around the corner or knock on our door our shout up the stairs.”

At that, Sirius stopped trying to salvage their small camp. His hands found Remus’ waist and he lay back on the soaked ground at Remus’ slight pressure. Let their champagne mix with the rain in the plastic cups. Remus wanted to see if he could taste that combination, and he leaned forward and kissed Sirius for the summer storm that he was.

Luke liked Saint in his apartment. He liked the steam coming out of his bathroom and the sliver-glimpse he got of his lean body stepping out of the glass-encased shower. Luke looked back to his own reflection in the mirror. He’d ironed his shirt, the soft white linen mostly unwrinkled now. At least, he’d tried. He snapped a quick photo and sent it to Logan with two question marks.

The reply came after a few moments.

Nice!!

Finn was looking over my shoulder he’s better at this - brown belt instead?

On subway also - maybe slow reply

Where are you going?

Luke sent him the link to the restaurant.

But I’ve never been. Finn have favorites?

This reply did take longer. Maybe the subway, maybe Finn thinking. Then a link came through. He tapped on the address and it loaded in Maps, showing a small restaurant, not too far away. The tables were small. Candles. Romantic. A wave of nerves heated Luke’s neck and he glanced at himself in the mirror.

Thanks a lot

“You’re dressed.”

Luke looked up at Saint’s voice. His expression matched the faint hint of surprise it had held. He had a towel around his waist.

Luke set his phone down on the dresser. His heart really shouldn’t be pounding this hard. They’d done this before. These almost-dates. Quiet-never-quite-said-dates. Romantic, sort of, but could be mistaken for anything by the table beside them. Business. Friends catching up.

“Did you want me to lie around naked all evening?” Luke asked.

Saint arched a brow, but he didn’t reply and Luke smiled down at the brown belt he was weaving through his slacks.

“Why are you dressed like that?” Saint stepped in a slow arc around him, as if he needed every detail of Luke. Maybe there was something wrong with Luke’s heart. Maybe love didn’t make everyone feel this way. But it was nice. He wanted Saint to make him explode, actually, he really kind of did.

Logan was on the subway with Finn. They were probably standing or sitting pressed together. Maybe kissing once or twice. Luke had kissed Saint in an Uber, dark and out of view of the driver’s mirror.

“You’re going to be dressed like this, too, in a second,” Luke said.

“Why?”

Logan, talking about Leo coming back from his trip home. That night at that one bar, Logan had spent nearly the whole time pressed into Leo’s side just…content. Just at ease. So at ease.

Luke walked forward and took Saint’s face between his hands. Water dripped from Saint’s hair onto the cuffs of his shirt. Little dark droplets that would dry and fade. He kissed Saint once, then looked at his closed eyes and did it again.

“I’m taking you on a date,” Luke said.

Saint’s eyes opened. He had his mask up, the one he wore over his expressions on the ice. He looked Luke up and down, then moved out of his reach and went to the dresser. His eyes snagged on Luke’s phone, which he’d left open to Finn’s restaurant.

In the mirror, Luke caught a glimpse of a small, bitten back smile.

Finn steered them into a liquor store where they picked up small bottles of rum, gin, and tonic.

“I don’t know, it’s probably BYOB?” Finn said, though Logan hadn’t asked. He loved Finn and Leo in these stores, chatting up the sellers, asking advice. “The address is an apartment not a bar. We’ll stop at a corner shop and get you soda.”

Logan let Finn lead. He snapped a photo of Finn examining a wine label and Leo replied hot.

Finn made quick conversation with the man at the bodega, then found them a subway and grinned back at Logan as they walked down the stairs to the sound of a train rushing into the platform.

“You gonna hop it again if I dare you?” Finn asked as he took his phone out to pass them through to the platform.

“Shut up,” Logan replied without looking at him. Finn laughed at him but placed a kiss on the back of his neck.

The train to Brooklyn was crowded, but Finn spied one free seat and motioned Logan towards it.

“You sit,” Logan said. “You’re holding all the bags.”

Finn narrowed his eyes but complied. “I feel unchivalrous.”

“Un—what about a horse?”

“What?”

“Un cheval.”

“Ooh. Yeah, I have no idea.” Finn pulled Logan in until he was standing between his thighs. Logan held onto the rail above them and watched Finn’s eyes drop to the strip of skin it exposed as his shirt rode up. Finn steadied Logan with hands on the backs of his knees, the bottles clinking gently in the bag on his lap. He glanced at the two people beside them, eyeing the headphones over their ears and their noses in their phones, before playfully biting at the waistband of Logan’s shorts, laughing when Logan tangled his fingers in his hair and tugged his head back.

“Tu es un peu chahuteur.”

“Hm,” Finn said. “Eye level.”

Logan just shook his head. He was trying to decide if he was crazy for how Finn caused such a happy pressure in his chest, when he felt his phone buzz in his back pocket. When he checked it, Finn tilted Logan’s phone down to see, then leaned back in his seat.

Logan laughed. “You’re such a baby. Luke’s just asking me if he looks okay for a date.” He turned the phone around. “There, you can see. I think he does.”

Finn glanced at the picture, then turned away in a huffy sort of way.

“Rouge.”

Finn made a show of adjusting the bag of bottles in his lap. He didn’t look up when he said, “Tell him to put a brown belt on instead of black. It’s softer.”

Logan smiled, leaned down to kiss Finn’s head, and typed on his phone. He heard Finn mumble something that sounded a bit like yeah, whatever.

Another text appeared. “He wants to know your favorite restaurants. Little bit fancy.”

“My favorite?”

“You did grow up here, so.” Logan was having a little bit of fun with the pink heat spreading across Finn’s cheeks. His ears. He reached out and rubbed a thumb over the warm shell of his left one. “Where would you take Le and I? Little bit fancy. Summer night. Nothing too heavy, have to play tomorrow…”

Finn worried the inside of his cheek for a moment, eyes on one of the subway ads behind Logan’s head. Finally, he sighed and took Logan’s phone. He typed an address and restaurant name into the text and hit send.

“Merci,” Logan said. “He says thanks.”

Logan let go of the above-head railing completely as the train pulled into another stop, letting people off. The two beside them hardly looked up and didn’t budge. Logan leaned more heavily into the cradle of Finn’s thighs, stabilizing himself as the train jostled forward again. He cupped Finn’s chin gentle and made him look up.

“I love you,” Logan said.

“I’m not jealous of him. I love that you have him, I’d be a horrible person if I didn’t, not to mention a terrible boyfriend,” Finn said. “I’m just—I’m jealous that he gets to see you every day.”

Logan put his fingers back in Finn’s hair, gentler this time. Finn closed his eyes and leaned into his touch.

“I know, Rouge.”

A whole season, Logan thought, not for the first time. How am I supposed to go a whole season without this?

They stood at the address’s buzzer for a few unanswered moments before texting Leo who told them to go around the alley and enter a gateway through the back. It led them to a courtyard, lit up by warm, white lights strung overhead. It was a crowded space, loud with laughter and music. Logan moved around the sparse lawn furniture, which was set out in odd pairs like different pieces had been left behind by different people. Leo. He just needed to spot Leo. Finn was looking, too, eyes scanning the crowd.

Finally, Logan found him, hitting Finn to get him to look. Leo was standing with three people, all of whom were listening to him tell a story. He was wearing a shirt Logan didn’t recognize, a lovely light blue color, and it was unbuttoned enough for Logan to see the pendant of his fleur-de-lis necklace. His chest and collarbones looked warm in the lights strung above the courtyard.

“Jesus,” Finn said. “Look at him.”

Logan chose that moment to trip a little on a loose stone, and Finn caught him with a hand on his chest but laughed so loudly a few people looked at them. Logan bit back a smile and shoved Finn.

“Fuck off.”

Finn just slipped their hands together and began to pull him in Leo’s direction. Logan pulled back, though.

“Wait.”

Finn looked at him, then at Leo, then back. “What? Why?”

“I think we shouldn’t interrupt,” Logan said. “Let’s just…” Logan was enjoying how lit up Leo looked, how much he deserved to be the center of attention like that. “Get his attention, but give him a second.”

Finn wasn’t subtle about it. He waved his hand above his head until the motion caught Leo’s eye then made a heart with his hands and pointed to the table filled with drinks. Leo grinned and nodded. His circle looked, too, and Logan smiled and looked down with hot cheeks when he saw Leo’s mouth form the words, those are my boyfriends.

At the drinks table, Finn’s hands were already swiftly pouring what looked like a gin and tonics.

“Ew,” Logan said.

“They’re for Leo and I,” Finn laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you. Or I would, if you gave me elbow room.”

Logan pushed closer to him. Finn didn’t complain, just settled a hand on the back of Logan’s neck and began pouring coke into a cup one-handed.

“Well, this is familiar. Drinks table, loud music. Mixing you a drink.” Finn reached for the rum. “You gonna watch me flirt with girls from across the room?”

“Ouais.”

Finn raised his eyebrows, looking up from where he was pouring. “Ways? What do you mean ways?”

“Then I’m going to come over and show them you are mine.” Logan took the cup Finn had now filled with ice. “I’d like to do it a few times, actually. Just because I can now. Go talk to someone and I’ll wait five minutes for them to fall in love with you, and then I’ll come over.”

Finn just picked up his and Leo’s drinks, shaking his head, but he was grinning hard. “You think it takes five minutes?”

“It took me two, I think.”

Finn clicked his tongue, but put a foot out to stop Logan from walking. “Come here, Ten, fuck.”

His kiss was soft, even quick, but Logan was surrounded by voices and lights, he could smell the rum in his drink, and it was almost as if he was eighteen and getting everything he’d ever wanted.

“It took me one,” Finn said, then laughed and walked away from Logan’s eye-roll.

When they turned, Leo was already watching them and grinning.

“You’re here.” Leo called when they weaved their way through the crowd. “I—oh, thank you, sweetheart.” He took the drink Finn held out and accepted a quick kiss. “Y’all, this is Finn and Logan. This is Amanda, Harper, and John—it’s Harper’s birthday, this is her place.”

Logan used the introduction time to move around to Leo’s other side. He was more interested in Leo’s lean back in that shirt than whose birthday it was.

“Happy birthday,” he said, offering a small smile to a girl with a pretty bob and brown eyes.

“Thank you,” Harper smiled. “Thanks for coming—wait, which one is which? Logan, Finn, Finn, Logan…”

Finn raised his hand. “Finn.” He pointed. “Logan.” Logan watched as Finn slipped right into his element. “Happy birthday. Wow, this is a great place—courtyard in the city is such a score.”

“Oh my god, right?” John said. Logan met his eyes and realized he had been watching Logan take in Leo. Logan smiled back, maybe a little awkwardly, then looked down at his drink.

“Seriously,” Harper said. “I’m not even sure how I got so lucky.”

“How’d you find it?” Finn asked.

Logan let every part of himself relax. This was a rhythm he loved. Finn, launching into a conversation so easily that he hardly had to say anything, hardly had to do anything except feel it when Leo put an arm around his shoulders and turned his head down for a kiss.

“Hi, Lo,” Leo said in his ear. He carded a quick hand through Logan’s hair. “Oh my God, I didn’t realize it was getting kind of long. I love it. How are you?”

“Good,” Logan said. “You look really good.”

That brought Leo’s smile to a new light. “Thanks, I bought this today. You like it?”

Logan nodded, reaching forward to touch one of the small, white buttons. They had a slight sheen to them.

“Thanks for coming,” Leo said. “I know you’ve got training tomorrow.”

“I missed you this morning, I wanted to be with you.”

Logan knew he should let Leo keep up with the conversation around them, even if he just wanted to ask how his day was, and what he did, and where he got the shirt so Logan could get him more of that blue color.

Leo squeezed his shoulder. “I’ll come to the gym with you tomorrow, I think.”

Logan smiled. “That’ll definitely make it go faster.”

“Wait,” said Harper suddenly, drawing their attention. “So, you’re like—actually…I don’t even know what to call it—like you’re in a playoffs right now.”

Logan blinked, but figured Finn must have said something.

“I was explaining we met through hockey,” Finn said. “And John said I looked familiar, so I was saying about Alex and such, maybe he’s seen his face around.”

“Oh.” Logan took a quick sip of his drink. “Ouai—Yeah. So, we’re about to start the final round. I fly to Colorado the day after tomorrow for the first game.”

“How many games are there?” the other girl—Amanda?—asked.

Logan felt himself smile a little, and noticed Leo and Finn doing the same.

Amanda flushed a bit. “Sorry, that’s probably a stupid question.”

“Non, non,” Logan said quickly, mixing with Leo and Finn’s protests. “Non, it’s—Really, it’s nice to talk to someone who isn’t as, ah…” He looked at Finn, trying to find what he would have said in this situation. What was the thing he said? “Ah, wrapped up as we are in all of it.”

He paused, but Finn stayed quiet and the others were looking at him. “Um. Well, there could be four games, if one of us wins straight in a row.”

“A sweep,” Leo chimed in.

“Or there could be seven, if we really go back and forth.”

“And they’re all in Colorado?”

“Non, we trade off. Colorado, New York.”

“Damn,” John said. “That’s a lot of travel.”

“Tell me about it,” Leo said.

“So…” Harper gestured her drink between the three of them. “You’re all on different teams? That must be hard.”

Leo’s hand tightened around Logan’s waist. He saw Finn glance away.

“Ah, non. We were all on the Lions—Gryffindor’s team?”

“Oh, I love Gryffindor,” Amanda said. “My best friend moved there this past summer.”

Logan flashed a brief smile. “Ouais.” He nodded to Leo and Finn. “They’re still there. I got traded to New York a little while ago.”

“Oh.” John frowned. “Wow. I’m—is it weird to say I’m sorry? That feels weird.”

“Oh, no,” Finn assured him. “Believe me, we’re all sorry.”

“Hey, there are fights in hockey, right?” Amanda asked more brightly. “Do any of you do that?”

Regulus’ laugh reached them before he stepped up on Logan’s other side. “Wow. You two have been here for four minutes and we’ve already got the place flooded with hockey talk.”

“Guilty,” Finn said.

“Wait, so are you, like, famous to some people? To fans? Like would people stop you in the street?”

Logan just raised his eyes at Regulus. They obviously didn’t know who his brother was.

“Yep, got a couple of celebrities in our presence.” Regulus raised his eyebrows right back. “Bow down, I guess.”

“Oh, stop,” Leo laughed. “Finn, honey, come here, I want you to meet someone you’ll like. Lo?”

“Ouais, just going to get some more ice.” It was so hot, even with the sun lowering in the sky, that his drink was little more than watery soda.

When he found the ice again, it was also watery mush. Logan pushed a hand through his hair, cursing softly when it got caught on a knot. Leo was right, it was getting a little long, curling just at the back of his neck.

“Salut.”

Regulus had followed him apparently. He stood on the other side of the table a bit awkwardly, hands in the pockets of his shorts. His t-shirt said I can’t, the Rangers are playing.

Logan laughed, pointing. “I didn’t notice that.”

Regulus smiled and replied in French. Thank God, Logan thought. He was already tired. “A little inside joke. Sirius was livid.”

“Ha, I bet he was.”

“Here. Fresh ice,” He pushed a cooler Logan’s way.

“Ah, great. Hey, thanks for inviting us. I know you probably don’t want all the hockey stuff around but—”

“Non, non,” Regulus said quickly. “I mean, yes. But that’s not—I don’t mind so much anymore. Obviously.” He gestured to his shirt. “Just needed a break, you know? A clean slate for a while.”

Logan nodded. “I get it.”

“Thanks for coming. You’ve got a lot going on right now.”

“Non, it’s a great break. And I’m trying to soak up as much time with the boys as possible, so.”

“You do have a whole summer for that.”

Logan smiled. “But it’s a short summer.” He used a fresh cup to scoop some ice into his drink. “Oh, before I forget.” He checked behind him, but Leo and Finn were across the courtyard. “I got us a cottage for the wedding. When you’re not with Sirius, you should come over and hang out.”

“Oh. That’s cool.”

“The boys don’t know. It’s a surprise.”

“How long are you guys staying up there?”

“Just a week. But we’ll be leaving Loops and Cap—or.” Logan rolled his eyes at himself.

Regulus laughed. “Habit.”

“Yes. One that my new team is not a fan of. But anyway, we’ll all be leaving them alone so, if you want, you should come stay? I know Leo will like that. Finn and I, too. It’s got, like, six bedrooms, so. And a dock. The family I got it from said we can use their boat—motor and sail.”

Regulus took a sip of his drink—Logan couldn’t tell what it was with the opaque red cup. “I’d really like that. If it’s all right.”

“It’s more than all right. I might invite my friend Luke and—and Saint.”

“Deveaux and Montague?”

“Ouais. You can bring someone, if you want.”

“Oh.” Logan swore Regulus’ eyes found someone in the crowd. “Ha, maybe.”

Logan looked over again to see Finn and Leo talking to two girls. He recognized their shared glances and the way they leaned in to catch every word Finn said. His entire chest got warm when he saw Leo switch his drink from one hand to the other and put his hand low on Finn’s back.

“You and my brother are still close.” Regulus said it like a statement, drawing Logan’s attention back to him. Then he added, “Right?”

Logan took a drink, tilting ice into his mouth. “Always.”

Regulus nodded. “Right.”

Logan looked at him, waiting for more, but Regulus didn’t offer anything right away. There was a plastic box of cookies on the table and Logan pointed to them.

“Just cookies? Nothing that’s going to make morning skate rough?”

Regulus smiled. “Yeah, just cookies.”

He took one, too, as if to prove it. “Do you think of him as a brother? Sirius. I know he thinks of you that way.”

Logan paused with the cookie halfway up to his mouth. He wasn’t sure if he was overthinking that question—especially coming from Regulus.

“I mean, obviously not like you. But, yeah, I think of him like that.” Logan took another sip, the rum sweet on his tongue. “Just with—Pascal and everything. And I could speak French with him. And we were with each other when, you know. The pictures. My trade. He’s one of my closest friends.”

Regulus nodded. He stopped nodding, and then nodded again. He snapped the cookie in half and chewed slowly.

“I’m glad he had that,” Regulus said finally. “I was just… All this wedding stuff. He’s got so many people.”

Logan nodded. “Ouais. Yeah, he does.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Logan could see Finn and Leo extracting themselves from the girls.

“He’d give us all up for you, though,” Logan said.

Regulus blinked, eyebrows going up. “I wouldn’t want him to do that.”

“I know.” Logan felt Leo’s hands on his waist, laughing at something Finn had said. He had about two more seconds, holding Regulus’ eyes, to make sure he knew. “But he would.”

Even once Finn and Leo started talking at the same time, Regulus’ gaze stayed on Logan, and he gave a pleased, conceding nod.

#vaincre lumosinlove #regulus black #sirius black #finn o'hara #remus lupin #Logan tremblay #Leo knut #finnlo #o'knutzy #lelo #sunfish #wolfstar #coops #hockey au #sports au

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violetvines · 2 days ago

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Hi can you please make HCs about Nash

yeehaw darlin'

nash hawthorne, the best big brother in the world 🧸

- he snores – he snores very very loudly

- every year on his birthday, he has a solo taylor swift jamming session but one day xander caught him in the act (he was a little bit embarrassed but xander ended up joining in to make him feel better about it)

- after he left hawthorne house, he actually checked in with grayson via voice call every other week to ensure everything was okay (he only really cared about gray, jamie and xan)

- there was once when he stole gray and jamie away on the 22nd of august (jameson's birthday, aka the day tobias hawthorne always wants gray and jamie to compete over something) because "no one should have to compete with their brother on their birthday" and he brought them to an actual outing at a funfair – jameson and grayson will never admit it but that was their favourite shared birthday outing ever (and sadly... one of the only times they had such a thing)

- he wrote a song with his guitar before (inspired by taylor), but he has never let anyone hear it – anyone but libby, who he sang it to in the hospital while she was going through contractions (cheered her up a whole lot)

- one time, he roasted skye really badly (third degree burn kind of badly) just for fun – she was a terrible mother anyways, no take offense

- because he knows libby struggles with self-confidence sometimes, he leaves little notes around their house to remind her how she will always be enough

- he loves how to train your dragon, the first movie came out when he was 11 and that really spurred his interest in horse-riding (if he couldn't ride dragons, the next best thing was horses yeehaw)

- he doesn't get scared easily – once, they went to a haunted house but he didn't even scream... he just said "nice try, darlin'" to one of the ghosts

- his favourite subject is recess – he did relatively well in school, never fell behind, but it wasn't his favourite part of life

- he likes looking at the sky, stargazing and just anything to do with staring at the wide and unlimited canvas of it – when he still lived at hawthorne house, he used to drag out a few blankets to the garden and just lie down thinking about things

- he was a natural at learning to ride his bike and got his license the first try

- he never liked emily – he saw through her, saw how she manipulated everyone around her including his brothers – he always had an intense dislike towards her and sometimes when he looked at her, he wouldn't even try to hide it

𓍢ִ໋ but he couldn't bear to make gray and jamie unhappy, so he kept his suspicions to himself – he did try to tell them he had a bad feeling about it once, but they didn't talk to him the next few days and he figured that addressing the issue outwardly would just make things worse, so he would just quietly keep an eye on things (ofc he didn't know everything that emily had in store for them with the stupid competition of "whoever wins will get to date me" or wtv)

- that's why in some way, he also blames himself a little for the aftermath of emily's death and how they fell apart because he left before it happened and didn't manage to do anything to reduce the damage

- his favourite season is autumn just because he likes the vibes of it

- tiramisu is the hawthorne dog, but he's mainly the one who takes care of her, gives her showers and everything – ofc the staff is there to help but he cleans her up as much as he can, often refusing to let them do it

- he's that kind of guy who will call other guys out if he sees them treating a girl in the wrong way (which is also the main reason why any bar fights involving him break out but he always wins anyway)

- he played basketball when he was a teen and has some really good skillz

#vઇଓwrites #the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #nash hawthorne #nash is the big brother everyone wish they got

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butterflywingswrites · 1 day ago

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reposting all my anon fics in one place. enjoy 🤗

caitlin rubs aloe on your back

“cait, you did a shit job on my sunscreen. i need you to put aloe on my back” you yelled out the bathroom as you looked at your sunburn through the mirror

“thank you, caitlin, for putting sunscreen on my back. it would’ve been so much worse if you didn’t do that for me. please put aloe on the parts you missed” you smiled and rolled your eyes at caitlin’s sarcasm

“thank you for putting on my sunscreen. please put on aloe me” you said as you walked out of the bathroom and into the main hotel room

“that’s much better. of course i’ll put aloe on the parts i missed” caitlin grabbed the aloe from your bag and signaled for you to lie down on the bed. you laid down on the bed and caitlin gently moved your bra straps down your shoulders. you heard her put the aloe in her hands then felt her hands on your back. you moaned at the feeling of her hands on you

“oh sorry if that’s too cold. i’ll warm you up” you had no problem with the temperature of the aloe, but you weren’t going to complain if she was going to warm you up. she rubbed her hands all over your back and you held back your moans. her large hands all over you was insanely intimate but you didn’t want to make things weird and you couldn’t blame any more noises on the aloe temperature

“alright you are all done. i tried to be really thorough” she certainly was thorough. you sat up and moved next to where caitlin was sitting at the end of the bed

“yes thank you for that”

“i’ve been told i have amazing hands” she humble-bragged and chuckled. you laughed

“yeah they’re pretty amazing”

“so you liked my hands on you?” she flirted and raised her eyebrows at you. her flirting was not out of the ordinary. you were always flirty friends, even before your drunken kiss that she probably didn’t even remember. you rolled your eyes as you always did when she flirted with you

“shut up it’s been a while” you gave her a playful shove on her shoulder

“yeah for me too” her voice was a bit sad

“what about connor? is that not his job?”

“he broke up with me last week” caitlin stared down at her hands and started playing with her fingers

“what? why? are you sure you didn’t break up with him? do i need to beat him up?” how dare he make your amazing friend upset

“he broke up with me” she repeated “we didn’t have sex for months and i thought it was just our busy schedules but then he told me he wasn’t feeling it anymore. i don’t know what i did wrong” you pulled her into a hug

“aww sweetie you didn’t do anything wrong. it’s his loss. you’re amazing and beautiful and nice and caring and so fucking talented. he’s a fucking loser, don’t be sad about him. let’s go out and find you a new boyfriend” caitlin pulled back from the hug

“uh actually i’ve kinda been thinking about girls for the past week” your heart raced at her admission

“ok so let’s go out and find you a new girlfriend” you tried to calm down

“i was actually thinking one girl in particular” that’s one way to calm down

“oh. do i know her?” as much as your heart sank, you wanted her to be happy with this girl

“um yeah. so a few years back we were drunk and i told her i never kissed a girl before. she told me i needed to be initiated into the girl kisser club so we made out for a while. i really liked it but she never said anything after. maybe she regretted it or maybe she didn’t remember it” you looked down at your lap and laughed

“or maybe she was super into it but didn’t want to pressure you about your sexuality and make your friendship weird. so if that’s the girl you’re thinking about, she would very much be down for more kissing” caitlin lifted your chin with her hand and pulled your face close to hers

“well if she wants more kissing then what kind of friend would i be to deny her?” she smiled and closed the gap between your lips. you deepened the kiss and grabbed the back of her head. you played with her soft straight hair as you continued to make out. eventually you had to pause to catch your breath

“is this ok?” you didn’t want to overstep. she did just go through a breakup and you didn’t want to take advantage of her

“fuck yes. i want you” your heart swelled at her words

“lie down on the bed” caitlin wasted no time lying down. you brought one leg over her body to straddle her. her eyes were full of lust as you leaned down to kiss her again. you kissed her slow and filthy, trying to make the moment last as long as possible. you continued to make out with her until your wetness became uncomfortable. you could tell from her kisses that even when she was having sex, she wasn’t being properly taken care of. she was aggressive and needy and desperate in the best way

“what do you need baby?” you asked her “where do you need me to touch you?”

“mmhm play with my tits” she moaned out. you grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it off. you kissed the top of one of her tits while you put your hand on the other. you nipped and sucked lightly at her boob and she moaned your name. you pulled your head up a bit to take her bra off. you brought your mouth back down to her chest and flicked her hard nipple with your tongue, which was met with a loud moan. you kissed the underside of her boob, determined to mark her whole chest up. the pretty noises she made encouraged you to suck a mark on her skin. she whined out your name

“please”

“please what, caity? use your words”

“suck on my nipples please” you responded by flicking her nipple with your tongue again. you placed her pretty nipple in your mouth and began to suck on it. you rubbed and pinched at her other nipple as you sucked, making sure both of her nipples were getting the attention they had clearly been deprived of. you sucked and bit at her nipple gently, making sure not to hurt her. her hands threaded into your hair and tugged. her moans encouraged you to continue your sucking. when you had to bring your head up for air, she whined

“why’d you stop?” you giggled at her desperation

“i needed to breathe. and i really wanted to kiss you again” you took a breath then gave her another slow filthy kiss. you brought your fingers under her shorts and underwear to see how wet she was. you were pleasantly surprised to find out she was basically dripping. she moaned into your mouth as you circled your fingers around her clit. you brought your fingers to her entrance and pulled back from the kiss

“is this ok?” you didn’t want her to get caught up in the moment and regret this later

“please touch me. i need your fingers in my pussy and your mouth on my nipples” slowly, you moved your fingers in and out of her as you sucked on her other nipple. caitlin’s hands stroked your hair as you sucked, letting you know how much she was enjoying your mouth on her. you continued to work on her with your fingers and mouth until she reached her orgasm. you let her ride it out on your fingers until she relaxed. you looked up at her and smiled

“thanks for the aloe”

#caitlin clark #caitlin clark x reader #caitlin clark smut

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flightfoot · 2 days ago

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ML Fanfic Recs for Completed Fics 70K+ Words

13 fics here in all! 8 of them are even above 100K! That's some impressive dedication.

All of these fics will be in my Keyseeker's Choices For Best Completed Miraculous Fics Of 2024 Collection, and if you like that, please consider checking out my other collections, Keyseeker's Choices For Best Completed Miraculous Fics Of 2023, Keyseeker's Choices For Best Completed Miraculous Fics Of 2022, and Keyseeker's Choices For Best Completed Miraculous Fics - Misc. Years.

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Open My Eyes by @buggachat

Adrien smiles as he eats breakfast with Nathalie, smiles as he walks through the halls of his new lycée, smiles as people stop him on the street and tell him time and time again what a "hero" his father was. (Adrien wishes he could've been a hero, too. He should've been. Maybe then his father would still be alive.) (But he's surviving. Everyone may be treating him as though he were made of glass, but he can still go through the motions, he can prove them wrong, he can still smile.) “And you’re… happy,” Marinette spoke carefully, a nervous tilt to her voice, “... right?” (Adrien has some things to find out.)

If you want to see Adrien's response to finding out - well, everything - then this might be the fic for you! He's breaking down pretty badly even with just being an orphan now, so finding out all the awful truths? It's a lot. If you want to see some major emotional reactions and blow-ups, this is the fic for you! Though of course Adrien's put back together at the end as well, buggachat isn't the sort to just leave Adrien to flail without support for long or to have Adrien's and Marinette's relationship remain super strained.

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The Course of True Love by @nedjsmlfavs

Dark Cupid haunts Marinette. Do the events of that fateful day mean that Adrien isn’t her True Love? With a little help from Chat Noir - who has absolutely no personal stakes in this matter - she’s sure to find out. She’ll also learn the unfortunate truth: the course of true love never did run smooth.

So this is adorable, there's some nice Ladrien dating in here! Though also some angst, Chat Blanc still takes place in this storyline, as does a Hawkmoth takedown, and all the angst and trauma that goes with those things. But with Marinette and Adrien together, the two of them can handle anything.

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Finding A Way by @uptoolateart

Collège is nearly over! And what better way to celebrate than a class trip to Costa Rica? But with only a month left to tell Adrien she loves him, Marinette is feeling the pressure. Then – an accident at sea leaves them stranded together on a tropical island…alone. Or are they? Because those footprints in the sand don’t resemble any bird they’ve seen before. And what’s that roaring sound coming from the jungle? ‘Adrien…where ARE we??’ ***** A Jurassic Park / Camp Cretaceous AU that’s been kicking around in my head for over a year

I love the sense of danger permeating this fic, it really feels like Adrien and Marinette are stranded on Jurassic Park (well it's called something else in order to integrate it better into the ML universe, but it operates like Jurassic Park). They're making the best of it though, doing their best to survive - and along the way, getting closer together.

I like that it's not JUST them though, Gabriel and Nathalie find out where they ended up pretty early on and go to rescue them, with Alya and Nino stowing away. It was cool to see that side of things as well.

Oh yeah, this fic is rated M for violence and gore. It's because dinosaurs eat people alive and leave their body parts everywhere. If you can handle the Jurassic Park movie (or presumably the book the movie was based on, but I haven't read that), then you should be just fine.

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Symbiotic Whiskers by B1ackout

Adrien Agreste aka Cat Noir was given the cat ring miraculous to help Ladybug in protecting Paris. But something had found him first, a silent companion that granted him strength and power he never knew existed. Bonded with a symbiote, Cat Noir faces Paris alongside Ladybug without even knowing that someone left a magical ring in his room. (Canon Divergence)

This is a phenomenal fic that deserves more attention. It's kind of funny how he just goes "hey I've got superpowers, she says that the thing we have that gives superpowers is called the Black Cat Miraculous and that the being that gives them is called a kwami, obviously that must be what I have!" though that gets stretched more and more as Adrien's experiences with the symbiote contradict what he's heard about how kwamis work, and Tikki gets increasingly worried about "Plagg's" weird behavior. It's a dark, somewhat brutal fic (people die permanently, and they're not always villains), and it's absolutely worth a read, this is an excellent crossover!

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Perfectly Platonic (Unless...) by @frostedpuffs

After accidentally revealing their identities in less than ideal circumstances, Adrien and Marinette must navigate their newfound relationship as both partners and friends. Becoming best friends was a quick process, but when romantic feelings begin to bleed into what's supposed to be a platonic connection, their friendship starts to change in more ways than one. Surely it can't be that hard to hide their feelings from their best friend? (A post-reveal, pre-relationship fic full of romantic crushes, best friend shenanigans, and a whole lot of dumbassery.)

If you just want a straight-up romance slowburn with these two just somehow being convinced their relationship is platonic (or that the other person wants it to be platonic at least), you'll find little better to scratch that itch than "Perfectly Platonic (Unless...)". It's a little smutty and definitely earns its M rating because of that. If you want mutual pining, there's a ton of that here!

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Dreaming Wide Awake by @uptoolateart

Gabriel died a hero. He sacrificed himself in the final battle against Monarch. Or so Adrien's been told. At least he has his mother there to help him through the grief. So what is this niggling feeling that this isn't how the story was meant to go? And why does he keep having flashes of another world that lies just beneath their own? --------- A follow-up to the Season 5 finale because I am inexpressibly disappointed by what happened in Re-Creation.

So if you wanted an exploration of what could happen post-season 5 and a fix-it for that season's finale, I highly recommend checking out this fic. I love how it explores Adrien's deteriorating mental state over time, how much he's struggling with what he's heard about his father and reconciling that with the abuse he's gone through at the man's hands. And then there's "Cerise" showing up, who rubs him the wrong way for reasons he can't fully lexplain, even to himself...

Pay attention to the title, it's not just there for flavor, it means something.

This fic is rated Mature, but I have no clue why. There's no sexual content and there's pretty minor amounts of violence or gore. I guess Adrien's not in the best place mentally, but it's nothing worthy of an M rating.

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Boulangerella by @aidanchaser

Once upon a time, magic was wild. The two princes of the kingdom have been tasked with choosing their brides by the end of their 21st birthday celebrations. Crown Prince Adrien Agreste will have to choose between a woman who can protect his kingdom, a woman offering the power to wake his sleeping mother, and the woman he has loved and admired for the past year. Then there's also the seamstress that he is suddenly falling for. By the time he realizes he doesn't have the power to choose at all, it may be too late.

I love a good fairy tale AU, and this is no exception. Aidanchaser started writing it before Season 5 came out, so it's wrong about some things. Most notably, Felix's posthumous father was a good and decent person here, and one of the twin rings is Felix's Amok while the other one is Adrien's Amok, instead of both of them being Adrien's Amok.

This was a well-crafted tale, with kwamis operating as Fae: they can give power, but only if the wielder gives something up to pay for it. For temporary usage of their power, it can be something small and innocuous, such as giving Plagg cheese in exchange for his help. More expansive uses of their power requires greater sacrifices however, even sacrificing more nebulous things such as memories or hope.

The kingdom's currently being terrorized by this unknown villain, Hawk Moth, as in the show. Ladybug and Chat Noir emerge to battle him, but for some reason (*cough, cough*), King Gabriel isn't fond of the superheroes and wants them captured.

Gabriel isn't the only threat out there, Lila's skulking around, hinting that she knows how to wake up Emilie from her mysterious illness, if only Adrien marries her. And she's not about to take no for an answer.

If you've been wanting a fairy tale/fantasy Miraculous AU, I recommend giving Boulangerella a shot!

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If I hold you too close by @bbutterflies

Paris didn’t come to a screeching halt for akumas anymore. They were so commonplace, so frequent, no one stopped their lives unless they were in danger. They trusted the heroes to fix everything if something did go wrong, save them if they got hurt. Adrien was still fighting the urge to find Plagg and go running into battle. Plagg wasn’t here, though. --- Post-season 5 where Adrien got sent to London sooner and gave up his Miraculous to keep Paris safe.

If you know this author, then you've probably already guessed that this is an Adrino fic (seriously if you like Adrino, check out bbutterflies fics, though honestly if you ARE an Adrino fan, you probably already have).

So in this scenario, Adrien was sent to London and didn't get to return, so he gave Plagg the ring so he could find another Holder. In this case, Nino. After a few years, once he's an adult, Adrien manages to come back from London, but he's in ROUGH shape. He drinks a lot, he has a reputation for partying hard and causing disruptions, and is really depressed and hates himself, and hates Felinoir (Nino's Black Cat form) even more, for having what he lost.

But even while Adrien's pushing everyone away to protect himself, his old friends refuse to give up on him, even though he's given up on himself.

While Adrien's problems are the primary focus of the fic, they're not the entire focus. Nino gets a POV, and he has personal issues and insecurities of his own. He has trouble holding down relationships, he doesn't have a lot of close friends these days, and he's struggling to keep up in school with all the akumas he's had to fight. He and Ladybug are fine coworkers, but they aren't much more than that - they aren't friends like Chat Noir and Ladybug were.

Oh, also, Nino's a transman. That's also caused some issues in making and keeping friends.

It's a beautiful story of one person hitting rock-bottom and gradually being pulled back out of it again, until they can stand on their own and push themselves up the rest of the way, and of a friend who discovers their childhood best friend (and crush) has changed enormously since they last saw them, and not in good ways - only to find that their friend is, at their core, still there. They just need help seeing it themselves.

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A Small but Stubborn Fire by @cardiac-agreste

What if you were the parent of a teenage superhero, but didn't know they were? All you know is the nightmares, the panic attacks, and the bruises. She's missing school, she's disappearing on you, and she's not telling you anything. So you assume the worst: Assault. Depression. A permanent rift in the family. And what do you do when you realize you weren't thinking dark enough? Because your fourteen-year old daughter is the hero who flirts with death on the nightly news. -- Come inside and read about one mother's struggles to raise her daughter in a dangerous world while avoiding the mistakes her own mother made with her.

This is a more serious take on the consequences of Hawk Moth's war on Paris, with actual bloody, painful deaths as a consequence of many akumas, and Parisians developing PTSD because of what they've gone through. Ladybug can fix all the physical scars, but not the mental ones, including her own.

I love the focus on Sabine here. She's not just presented as being a mom - though of course that IS an important role she has. But she's explored as a character in her own right, one with a lot of emotional baggage as a result of her abusive mother, and trying to not fall into her mistakes, but sometimes doing so anyway out of fear for Marinette's safety. She's a really fleshed out, humanly flawed character, sometimes admitting that she would do something selfish if it means protecting the people she cares most about, like her daughter, even if its at others expense. She grows and changes a lot throughout the course of the story, her perspective on many matters changing multiple times as a result of getting new information or seeing the consequences of her previous approaches, and adjusting as a result.

If you want a fic that more realistically explores the dark consequences of Miraculous's setting, that fleshes out Sabine, or just develops a character in a complex way, then I highly recommend you check "A Small but Stubborn Fire" out!

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Made Miracles series by InkyIbis

A rewrite of Miraculous Ladybug (specifically with the miraculouses lore) with endgame Adrino! It mostly builds off the beginning canon and loosely off the later seasons with a lot more consequences than what the show has for when a magical terrorist shows up out of the blue. In that way, each book is considered like a season with the chapters being the episodes.

First fic in the series: Awaken

The previously white butterfly, now oozing black and purple as a conduit of the butterfly miraculous powers, flutters softly within the silvered-gloved hand. It sits there for a long time. "Go, my akuma," The soft sigh pushes the butterfly, the akuma, out towards the despair of a love not returned. The same ache within his chest. On a level so great that he's willing to sacrifice the city to mend it. It's okay if he's the villain for now. He'll force the miraculous of creation and destruction to be revealed, and once he gets his hands on them, none of this pain, none of his loss, will ever happen.

I put the first fic on my reclist for 2023, and now that the series is completed, I'm putting the whole thing on my reclist for 2024. If you want a rewrite of the series that gives Adrien top-billing, evens out Ladybug's and Chat Noir's power dynamic, is darker, and has Adrino as the main ship, then this series should be right up your alley.

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To Catch A Thief by @jheqiawrites

As a newly minted agent of INTERPOL, Marinette Dupain-Cheng scores the catch of a lifetime - nabbing the infamous thief and con artist Cat Noir. However, she's the only one who knows that he let her catch him. Soon her life turned upside down by a handsome, not quite reformed, thief who says she is the only person he trusts and they have bigger fish to fry: a secret criminal organization called AKUMA. Together, they solve cases and follow the illusive whispers about a man calling himself Monarch who never leaves a trace. What all is Cat Noir hiding? Will they expose the criminal underworld to the searing light of justice? And will Marinette fall for the man behind the masks?

This fic is inspired by a tv show called "White Collar", about a criminal informant and his handler solving cases. It does not follow the plotlines of that show, however, just the basic concept. While this is a No Powers AU, so there's now superpowers, the kwamis are human, etc, characters' personalities are still pretty intact.

Anyway, it's a lot of fun! I loved seeing Adrien's and Marinette's relationship develop, and the bureau slowly growing to like and trust Adrien, to want him to be safe and happy and to help him with his problems (it helps that his problems tend to be their problems as well, AKUMA doesn't like Chat Noir much.)

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A Breach In The Brooch by @piromina

Ladybug and Chat Noir are the heroes of Paris. Hawkmoth is Chat Noir's father. Chat Noir is aware of this. Hawkmoth is not.

So this is an interesting spin on the classic "Gabriel recruits Adrien early on to help him" plotline. Mostly because Adrien is still Chat Noir in this AND still helping Ladybug as a superhero - Gabriel has no clue about his secret identity.

Plagg, unsurprisingly, isn't thrilled about Adrien refusing to tell Ladybug what he knows about Hawkmoth's identity, and that Adrien keeps following Gabriel's orders, even when he knows they're wrong. Though he figures out before Adrien does that Adrien's compulsion to follow his father's orders isn't just a psychological thing...

I really love Plagg in this especially, he's the MVP. He knows what it's like to be compelled to do or not to do certain things, so he's good at comforting Adrien over it and at finding loopholes for him.

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Withered Wings by @11jj11

Nino wasn’t sure if anyone had ever willingly took the akuma butterfly before him, but with his mind completely open to this apparent son of Hawk Moth he knew that he couldn’t turn him away. Not someone that was so afraid, not someone who would be left at the mercy of Hawk Moth.

This fic is amazing! Just... some absolutely stellar Adrino, with some nice Alyanette on the side, AND it's one of the best Enemies AU (well, sort of. Adrien's on Hawkmoth's side, but Nino isn't, exactly), in the fandom! I love how much we get of Nino's perspective, his determination to save this boy who's been thrown into these battles, who clearly doesn't want to hurt people but is compelled to do so, while balancing it with trying to prevent damage to anyone else as well. He has to be the one to look after Adrien, because no one else will do so.

I also love the focus Alya gets here, as Marinette's partner. She does an amazing job in the role, with every Miraculous she gets, even though she isn't a perfect wielder.

That's something else, I like the bits of worldbuilding this adds in, with people who fully embody the aspect a kwami represents being able to transform more fully. That does not mean, however, that an imperfect match is a bad thing, the kwami and wielder can still be very strong together and get along well, even if they don't perfectly align.

I adore how Nino had to balance his roles in this, helping Adrien without hurting others, even fighting back against the heroes as needed, as much as he didn't want to. And how understanding people were when they found out the full story of what was going on. It's a truly fantastic story that anyone who likes Enemies AU, Adrino, or just want to read a good Miraculous fic should check out.

I do want to warn that Gabriel and Nathalie are significantly OOC in this. Gabriel's even more abusive and colder than he is in canon, and Nathalie is WAY worse. This fic started before season 5, so it wasn't known what Nathalie's red line would be. As a result, Adrien's more downtrodden than he is in canon, since the consequences of disobedience are worse than being cut off from friends, or even being made to sit in a blank white room indefinitely.

#ml fanfic rec #miraculous ladybug

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vicstarskiez · 23 hours ago

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AU shitpost

Teenage dirtbag au

The entire plot: Telemachus in high school 👍

With friends

And a boyfriend

And a really awful bully who keeps trying to get with his mom (said bully is a 27 year old man who keeps getting held back in his senior year)

Oh and an overseas dad he hasn’t seen in person in all almost 18 years he’s been alive

Now because I can: INCORRECT QUOTES WITH THIS AU BE UPON YEE

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Antinous, texting: Eurymachus, will you please go to sleep?

Eurymachus, texting back: What makes you think you didn’t just wake me up?

Antinous, yelling: I CAN HEAR YOU CLAPPING TO THE FRIENDS THEME EVERY TWENTY MINUTES SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP!

Antinous, texting: Just a hunch :) You goin’ to sleep soon?

Eurymachus, texting: I’m trying

Antinous, yelling again: TRY HARDER I HAVE A 5:45 AM MEETING TOMORROW BITCH

Antinous, texting: Okay, don’t stay up too late or you’ll be cranky :)

Athena: I’ve become a bread crumb dealer to four crows at the lake. They pay me with a bit of everything. Like shiny things, fabric, or pens. But recently they paid me with a 20 dollar bill they found somewhere. So I decided to buy them some more expensive bread. They loved it. So they understand what to do. Give me money. I’ve probably racked up about 200 dollars at this point. Is it morally wrong though, I mean. They’re the ones who steal the money from others. Or perhaps they just have a big pile laying somewhere. Should I keep on doing this?

Phyrrus: You sound like the start of a Batman villain.

Antinous: Don’t worry, I have a permit.

Pisistratus: ...This just says “I can do what I want”.

Antinous, holding a gun: If the conspiracies about life being a simulation are true WHOEVERS CONTROLLING MY SIM I JUST WANNA TALK.

Pisistratus: Polycaste, can I ask you a question?

Polycaste: You just did.

Pisistratus: Okay, can I ask you two questions?

Polycaste: You just did.

Pisistratus, frustrated: OKAY, CAN I ASK YOU FOUR QUESTIONS?!

Polycaste: You just did.

Pisistratus: When?!

Polycaste: Just now.

Pisistratus: My level of gay has reached “sighing deeply whenever anything extremely heterosexual happens near me”.

Polycaste: I think we should have glow stick juice injected in our bones when we're born, so if we break our bones, we get a fun little surprise.

Telemachus: What's the surprise?

Pisistratus: Blood poisoning.

Polycaste: Synonyms are weird because if you invite someone to your cottage in the forest, that just sounds nice and cozy. But if I invite you to my cabin in the woods you’re going to die.

Phyrrus: My favorite is explaining the difference between a butt dial and a booty call.

Athena: It’s called connotations.

Nausicaa: Try this one on for size, “Forgive me, Father, I have sinned” vs “Sorry, Daddy, I’ve been naughty."

Telemachus: Great news! Language is now banned!

Polycaste: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

#teenage dirtbag au #epic the musical #the odyssey #idk what kind of au it is #it’s a bit of both tbh #telemachus #athena #antinous #eurymachus #nausicaa #pisistratus #polycaste #(of Pylos specifically)#(cus im pretty sure there are multiple)#phyrrus #neoptolemus

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mj-iza-writer · 9 hours ago

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I’ve never requested something from someone before but I feel like something of a whumpee who has only ever been tortured for Whumper’s amusement and has been made to feel useless and suddenly one day whumper decides to make Whumpee like a pet/slave and whumpee is confused but happy to get even the smallest of rewards while also knowing Whumper could rip it all away if they wanted to for any reason. You don’t have to write it just something I’ve thought about and decided it couldn’t hurt to ask.

I am honored to be your first request. I do apologize about the wait though. I hope you enjoy the story.

"Do you need a reminder of your place?", Whumper pushed Whumpee onto the floor, "hmm? I'll be happy to knock it back into you."

Whumpee's lip quivered as they looked up at Whumper. They hadn't done anything wrong.

"N-no Master... I-I'm sorry", Whumpee lowered themself to the floor. They squeezed their eyes shut as they rested their head onto the hardwood.

"That's more like it", Whumper chuckles as they rest their shoe on the side of Whumpee's head, "nice and obedient."

Tears snuck out of Whumpee's eyes and roll onto the floor.

"You are nothing.... the only use I have for you is the housework you do", Whumper digs their foot into Whumpee's head, "lick my shoes. Your mouth isn't useful for anything else. There you go", Whumper jeers as Whumpee turns their head slightly and licks the bottom of their shoe."

"You're a filthy animal", Whumper sneered, "a simple mutt."

"Yes Master", Whumpee whispered before offering their tongue again.

Whumpee had collapsed tiredly on the hallway floor that night. They were barely able to keep their eyes open from the day they had just experienced. They felt that it was getting worse as the days passed.

Whumper had kicked them a few more times before going to bed.

Whumpee was too tired to even worry about their injuries.

"I would love to have a good day....", Whumpee whispered, "tomorrow... maybe."

The next morning they limped into the kitchen.

They froze when they looked down and saw two dog dishes set out.

"Oh good", Whumper sauntered out, "I have a new role for you to play for me. Doesn't that sound fun?"

Whumpee quickly nodded in response. It was better to be agreeable. Much safer to say yes.

"Good. Now get into a crawling position", Whumper pointed at the floor, "you are a mutt. So it's only fitting that you act like a dog. You'll still be required to do your chores, but you can no longer walk on two feet. You may not speak unless I tell you to. You can only go outside to use the bathroom."

"O-outside?", Whumpee glanced at the door.

"I have to let you out. You can not leave without permission", Whumper grinned.

"It-its cold outside Master", Whumpee whimpered.

"It will be even colder for you too. Take off your clothes. You lost that privilege", Whumper smirked evilly.

"M-my clothes", Whumpee looked down at their faded, thin clothes. These were all they had.

"Strip... stop asking stupid questions", Whumper yelled.

Whumpee shook violently as they pulled their clothes off.

"You can keep the underwear. No one wants to see that", Whumper sighed, "actually when did you last take a shower?"

Whumpee covered themself out of embarrassment, "it's been a while", they whispered.

"The chores can wait. I can't have a dirty dog. Bath time", Whumper pointed.

Whumpee awkwardly stared at the tub while Whumper filled it.

Scenarios popped in their head of how badly this could go. Be dunked under water, soap shoved in their mouth or eyes.

"Alright, hop in", Whumper stood aside.

Whumpee looked up nervously, "please Master forgive me for whatever I've done. Please, I don't want you to drown me."

"Get in", Whumper clenched their jaw.

Whumpee cowarded back a little before inching to the tub. Their legs felt like jelly as they got into the water. To their surprise, the water was warm.

"I guess you're using my shampoo and soap", Whumper reached for a few things, "at least this will make you smell better. You were getting a little rancid. Your nails look gross too, so I'll trim those today."

Whumpee looked sadly at their nails. Thoughts of their nails being pulled off raced through their imagination.

Whumper started to rinse Whumpee off.

Whumpee jumped back and yelped.

"Sit still", Whumper ordered as they splashed the water at Whumpee's face.

Whumpee sputtered as the water dripped from their face.

A few minutes later, Whumper was massaging shampoo into Whumpee's hair.

Whumpee moaned quietly as Whumper worked.

"Does this feel good?", Whumper paused to look at them.

"Yes Master", Whumpee whispered, "thankyou for your kindness."

"Ymhmm", Whumper hummed.

Whumpee stared up at Whumper at they trimmed Whumpee's nails and even filed them to a nice shape.

"Why are you staring at me?", Whumper frowned.

To Whumpee's surprise, Whumper was actually talking gently to them.

"I-I apologize", Whumpee whispered, "I just haven't had this done for a while. Thankyou so much. Even just these few minutes have been so uhm comforting. I-I'm really thankful."

"You're welcome. I'm just wanting to give this a try for a little while. I'm getting bored with abusing you. Need something refreshing to do, and I've been wanting a pet but can't have one here."

Whumpee nodded, "may I ask what things you would have me do in this role? I want to be able to give you what you want Master."

"I don't know yet" Whumper looked at Whumpee, "for right now... just keep doing your chores. Never mind what I said earlier about the no speaking at least. Just remember your manners."

"Yes master", Whumpee nodded.

A few days passed, and Whumpee was the happiest they had been in a long time.

Whumper had taken such good care of them. Yes, they still had to do the chores, but Whumper hadn't hurt them in so long.

Whumpee treaded very carefully still. They didn't want to chance Whumper getting mad and ruining this chance.

They were a pet, yes, but they were being taken care of at least.

They jumped when they heard Whumper yelling and slamming things in the kitchen.

"No please", Whumpee whispered, "not yet."

Their master's temper was flaring. That often meant Whumpee would be the punching bag to help calm them down.

"Whumpee!", Whumper yelled.

Whumpee gulped, it was over.

They slowly crawled to the kitchen and peeked around the corner.

"Don't just stare at me. Clean it up", Whumper pointed at a puddle on the floor, "I was trying to fill your water dish, and my hand slipped and I dropped the bowl."

Whumpee quickly got up and grabbed a small towel.

They got back down and quickly wiped the spilled water.

"Go-good pup", Whumper sighed, "fill up your water dish for yourself, I guess. I'm going to go sit down."

Whumpee nodded and watched as Whumper partially limped out of the kitchen.

Whumpee had noticed recently that Whumper was acting differently.

They crawled out after Whumper, and watched them sit down.

"What are you looking at?", Whumper sighed as they sat down.

"May I ask a question Master?", Whumpee whispered.

"I guess", Whumper frowned.

"Yo-you have been acting very differently for a few days. Not even with how you've treated me. Are you okay?

"Bold question for a slave to ask a master. Do you want to go back to me hurting you or something?", Whumper glared.

"N-no Master, I've enjoyed this more than you will ever know. I just... you seem like you are hurting. I know what it feels like to hurt. I just, uhm... hope you're okay", Whumpee looked down.

Whumper sat back in their chair, "I'm not sick, I'm just getting old. I'm not able to knock you around like I use too. I thought maybe making you into a pet would ease some of that. I have honestly kind of enjoyed it as well."

"I've been so nervous about you taking it away from me. I have enjoyed being your pet", Whumpee looked down, "I do kind of miss using the inside bathroom though."

"Yeah, you can go back to doing that. It's too cold for me to stand out there with you", Whumper grinned, "I don't plan on changing this any time soon. Just don't do anything stupid, at least."

"So you are okay then?", Whumpee looked at them worriedly.

"Yes, I'm fine... just old", Whumper patted their lap, "come on, let's watch a movie."

Whumpee took a second to realize what that meant. They crawled forward to get closer.

"You can come up here. Come on", Whumper patted on the couch.

Whumpee looked at the couch questioningly before jumping up.

It wasn't along until Whumpee was allowed to rest their head on Whumper's leg.

Whumpee blinked slowly a few minutes after Whumper started massaging their head.

"Feel good", Whumper chuckled.

"Y-yes Master?", Whumpee answered almost questioningly.

"You seem unsure", Whumper startled to turn the TV on.

"I-I'm not use to this", Whumpee answered, "it does feel good though."

"That's good", Whumper sighed, "that's good."

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all.

@villainsandheroes @the-beasts-have-arrived

@sacredwrath @porschethemermaid

@monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz

@bloodyandfrightened @freefallingup13

@notpeppermint @cyborg0109

@idontreallyexistyet @painfulplots

@whumpbump @everythingsscary

@skittles-the-whumpee @expressionless-fr

@theforeverdyingperson @legendarydelusiongoatee

@candleshopmenace @whumpanthems

@lavndvrr @ivymyers

@starfields08000 @a-living-canvas

@lumpofsand @watermeezer

@indigoviolet311 @whumpy-mountains

@risk606 @electrons2006

@paperprinxe @whumprince

@kaz-of-crows @mis-graves

@decaffeinatedtimetraveler94 @sausages-things

@isikedmyself878 @daffyduckcommittedtaxfraud

@valravnthefrenchie @glennemerald

@jasperthecapser @does-directions

@deafeninglittlecrown @jumpywhumpywriter

@blackbirdsinatrenchcoat @mylifeisonthebookshelf

@thenormalestever @whatwhump

@galatic-worm @starmoon-constellation

@bacillusinfection @whumpsandbumps

@tobiasbones @octopus-reactivated

@string-of-broken-hearts @weirdthingweee

@kawaii-cakes @phoenixpromptsandstuff

#whump community #whump ask #whump stuff #whump writing #whump ideas #whump scenario #carewhumper #kind of carewhumper #whump #whumper #whumpee #caretaking #oc

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pokespe-rainbow · 2 days ago

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Any Tmnt Iteration x Spider-Man!Reader: First meeting

Part 2

You hold the proud title of New York one and only superhero. It's probably been months since that weird spider bite you, and that incident with your uncle's demise probably let you scarred for life, but that's not what we're gonna talk today! Can we please let your dead uncle out of this? Yeah? Thank you!

You've done a lot of things for this city, seriously, from a crazy guy with robotic wings to an electricist that controls electricity. Pretty ironic doesn't? Of course, no version of Spider-Man could be Spiderman if the media didn't drag your reputation through the mud. You can thank that to your boss, Burne Thompson. You almost regret coming to him when selling pictures of yourself, but you were desperate. If it helps your aunt to get to the end of the month, you could take a little of public humiliation. At least one of your coworkers, April O'Neil, is nice enough and always talks good from your alter ego when she's on the scene. In fact, the number of times you've rescued her is enough to tag her of your Lois Lane or your Vicky Vale. She's pretty, but you're not interested!

It was just another normal night, doing your spider things and taking yourself selfies, until your Spidey Sense started buzzing and telling you danger approaches. You keep your camera in their place with one of your webs before waiting for action.

You didn't expect to find an oversized turtle in a skateboard just goofing around. Okay, it's New York, weird shit happens all the time. The Turtle had an orange bandana and a pair of nunchakus on their belt. Oh! And they're naked! Well, turtles didn't have the same genitalia mammals had. In none of your Animal Planet you never saw a crocodile's junk— No Spidey! Bad Spidey! Your Spidey Sense never gets wrong! And if your Spider sense says this Turtle is dangerous, then some truth must be!

"That's some pair of good tricks over there" - you say casually as the Turtle frozes and start looking around - "Up here buddy, on the side of the building."

The Turtle's eyes are surprisingly... Human. Of a pretty baby blue color. Squared head and two holes instead of a nose. You think you could actually freak out if there was an actual human nose there.

"Holy sh—!" - comes out a very human and childish voice. He sounds pretty much like someone your age should sound - "[S/n]! I'm sorry! I promise I didn't do anything illegal! Just don't take me to jail!" - he frenetically screams

"Woah woah, easy buddy " - you put your hands in the air as a sign peace - "I'm not going to do anything as long you didn't do anything, okay? You just don't see a giant turtle every night! A giant lizard? Maybe. I was just curious. You don't plan to do anything in this neighborhood?" - you do you best to out your vest Batman voice

"No Sir/Ma'am No!" - The Turtle stand up straight

"No taking over the city plans I should worry about?" - you ask again

"I promise! I'm a good guy!"

"Very well" - you stayed silent for a couple of seconds before changing the mood - "I believe you!"

The Turtle stays still before looking at you - "You do?"

"Yes"

"You're not gonna run screaming or anything?" - ask the Turtle

"My dude, or dudette or non binary buddy, is that's your wave. This is New York. If you can't stand a pair of wierd shit like giant animals then you're a pussy and you should move out because you're not a yanqui if you're not used to"

"Oooohhh" - the Turtle seems to realize - "Thanks... That's... That was nice, you're the first person that doesn't run away screaming"

"And you're the first person, excuse me, reptile that doesn't try to kill me on the spot. I should be thanking you" - you said as you decide this little fella over there is going to become your favorite person in New York at this point as you jump and land next to him... Her.. They? - "Do you have any name I can call you?"

"Sure! Name's Michelangelo! But my brother's call me Mikey!" - answers the Turtle

"As the artist? You know? The one with the naked statues?"

"Exactly!" - Mikey says before laughing - "Oh, I'm so gonna use that with my brothers!"

Curiosity spikes you. He already mentioned his brothers twice. As much as you like to ask if they're turtles as well you decide to keep your questions for yourself. You don't know how he ended up as a giant turtle, but the world weren't as gentle with the ones that were different.

"Really, wait to you hear this one—" - you were about to drop some lame joke before you could heard police sirens on the distance - "Shoot. Duty calls" - You turn to look at Michelangelo - "Sorry, but I gotta go"

"Sure! Go kick some bad guys ass!" - cheered Michelangelo - "I can't wait to rub I meet [S/n] on Donnie's face!"

"Oh really?" - you rise an eyebrow behind your mask - "Can you tell me tomorrow how it go?"

"Really dude/dudette?" - asked Michelangelo, you could see the starry look in his eyes

"Yeah! Same hour, same place!" - you say as you prepare to swing away - "And don't talk to stangers in alleys!"

"I Won't!" - you heard him answer as you swing away

New York. The city a Turtle and a Spider could get along...

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #Tmt 2012 #Tmtnt Bayverse #tmnt x reader #Spiderman!Reader #Spiderman Reader #Tmtnt 2012 x Reader #Batman vs Tmnt x Reader #Tmnt x reader #tmnt 2007 x reader #tmnt bayverse x reader #tmnt 2003 x reader

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theallianceofcelestials · 3 days ago

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What if SEA! Eclipse turned into a cat /silly

Ah yes, the most important question of all /silly

It'd happen as an accident obviously, and no one but him would realise what was wrong. All the other researchers would panic, becuase researcher Eclipse is fucking gone and we're all going to be fucking murdered.

Someone, probably some clean-up person or guard, would try coaxing this randomly appeared red, black and gold cat with the weird gold eyes and the funky fur lining the head into a carriage of sorts so it can be taken away and studied. Eclipse wouldn't be impresses by it, and would dip.

He'd obviously aim for the family room, even if halfway there he realises that one, he can't talk, two, he's a cat, and three, his family has no reason to believe it's not just some random cat. He's at least aware Bloodmoon wouldn't attempt to attack him, because Sun really loves cats. Aside from that, he's in the dark. But he can't exactly think of anywhere else to go.

He'd probably still be an animatronic, but with artifical fur and all that niceness. He's still in great discomfort, because this is not his ideal kind of deal.

The reactions to a random cat showing up at their doorstep, followed by a panicking guard, would not go down well, especially when the family learns Eclipse disappeared.

Sun'd pick up the cat though, forbidding anyone from harming the precious fur baby. He'd take one look at the unusual cat, and fall in love immediately. That's his kitty now. He'd cuddle it and snuggle it and make ridiculous outfits for it and give it treatsies and play with it and bathe it and- (Someone please get Eclipse out of this one! Something is clearly more wrong with his sunny uncle if he acts like this!)

Moon on the other hand would want the cat, if only to study it a but because that thing was in place of his nephew who disappeared. He doesn't plan on hurting it, he just wants to take a quick look at it and see if he can glean anything from it. He'd obviously be barred from the cat because of this. (Eclipse really tries his best to get to him though, yowling and crying despite his pride whenever they're separated. Eventually he gives up, because he's ignored and dismissed as a silly animal)

Killcode would not take the disappearance of his kid well, he'd be mostly out, trying to get him back with his magical expertise. He also doesn't trust the Foundation to do this without him nudging them. Whenever he's around he'd give quick pets to the cat that reminds him so much of Eclipse for some reason. (Eclipse is not amused, especially because these are his attempts to communicate he's here, thanks, someone get him to Moon please)

Bloodmoon would not attack the strange cat that fleed here. They'd attempt to do the same things they do for the other cats, and they're flabbergasted when the cat refuses the extra food. Clearly they're doing something wrong! So they sit back and observe. They notice how the cat seems to gravitate towards chocolate, and despite them knowing that's poisonous for cats, they indulge the little thing. They're incredibly happy when it warms up to them, rubbing against them with loud purrs. (Look, Eclipse may be in a cat shaped body, but some things just don't change. He also deserves a reward for putting up with this bullshit)

Solar Flare's first act would be comparing the cat drawing Eclipse started and they finished to the cat that's now in their room. It'd be kind of freaking out over the similarities. But it seems to like them, curling up in his lap and purring whenever it scratches behind its ears, and they're just so tentatively happy to have a cat that likes them, it's kind of worried it'll scare the kitty. (Look, Eclipse needs the quiet it can offer even as an animatronic. It's only natural he'd come to it more now that everything's louder)

Lunar likes this strange, funky looking cat maybe a bit too much. But what can he say! It's grumpy and red, so it might as well be Eclipse! The cat seems to like that name too! And if he does it to mask his growing fear and panic, well who's going to know? (Eclipse is crying. They're literally referring to him by his godfucking name, and they still don't get it. He loves his siblings, and he loves Sun, but by god, are they really dumb sometimes! The only intelligent people are either A, kept away from him, or B, staying out and coming back late and tired and thus basically useless)

The biggest surprise for him would be how he understands the cats now. He's a little freaked out by Tux's apparent word domination dreams, and even more sure Midnight is brainless. He'd keep away from them, a hard task once they realise who he is, and they start bugging him about how they should change their treatment once Eclipse is back to normal, because clearly, them not getting snacks constantly and having a cat whistle is bad. Eclipse just smiles and nods, then escapes.

Once he turns back to normal, by the grace of Moon going to Killcode to tell him his suspicions that their missing family member might be closer than they think, he's entirely unamused, unimpressed, angry and humiliated. So is everyone once they realise what happened. Moon is smug for weeks, while Sun can't even look his nephew in the optics. His siblings all suddenly have trouble with that too.

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hiii!! hewwwoooww!!! i weawwy loves ur hcs!! i juf found uw blog an i love it sm!!! i saw dat u make mostly lil!dazai hcs, but could i get lil!chuuyah hc?? if u not comfy w makin it/u no wanna do it, itz fine!!

little chuuya headcanons ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

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i actually LOVE little chuuya. hes so special to me, but my favorite character just happens to be dazai which is why i talk about him so much, but i am MORE than happy to write babychuu!! :3

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headcanons below the cut! . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ .

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ chuuya regresses to 5 years old! hes a flip with a caregiver lean! hes a very polite kiddo, and is honestly an easy kid to take care of. youd think with his confident personality when hes big hed be a bit more of a louder kid, but honestly, hes very calm and polite. he says please and thank you, he cleans up after himself, a very good baby :3

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ he LOVES those airbuds movies, i made a post about it around a month ago, those movies with all the golden retriever puppies, like santa buddies, spooky buddies, snow buddies, treasure buddies, etc. theyre his absolute favorite!! he gets so excited to see them! anything puppy themed is his go to, seeing as how much he loves puppies. i can also see him liking paw patrol, and hell get all excited and keep on saying "chase is on the case!".

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ he likes to go outside a lot! in the spring and summer hell play in the mud and get pretty dirty, but chuuya knows its not good to track mud and dirt and grass around the house, so hell allow himself to get cleaned up at the end of the day and then have a nice little treat as a reward :3

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ hes mostly verbal when regressed, hes not really a baby baby, moreso toddler/kiddo age, he can vocalize his wants and needs pretty well, but there are a few times he needs nonspeaking time, or help with big words.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ hes had a few caregivers in his lifetime.

♡ in the sheep, regression was common (i mean- theyre all kids having to act like adults with no parents, living on the streets. it makes sense that some of the sheep would use regression as a coping mechnaism). no one in the sheep really had a set caregiver, but shirase and chuuya were close, so shirase would babysit chuuya.

♡ then albatross was a caregiver for chuuya. ill admit i havent read stormbringer yet... i wanna but idk why im procrastinating 😭 i know a decent amount about it, and about the flags from fanfictions and just being in the fandom though. i dont think albatross really knew a name for what chuuya was going through, but i do think he loved and cared about chuuya, and understood he was traumatized and not doing well mentally, and figured it would make sense for chuuyas brain to seek comfort in a childlike way. he already viewed chuuya as his little brother, he didnt care what age that meant, he just wanted to be there for him! the rest of the flags would babysit for chuuya as well, doc would bandage any ouchies hed get and give him a lolipop to keep him from crying. lippman would love to dress chuuya in fun outfits, and vice versa. iceman would spend quiet time with chuuya and color with him, let him sleep on his lap, pet his hair and make him some tea while he drank his coffee (giving caffeine to a five year old doesnt go over well, lol, he didnt want chuuya too excited- that part he left for albatross lol). i hc specifically that iceman would give chuuya sleepytime tea to get him tired and to fall asleep lol, he likes a quiet environment, and though chuuya is by no means a rowdy kid, sometimes its just nice to relax with a sleeping baby in your lap! i dont know much about pianoman tbh... but he babysat for chuuya too!!

♡ i could see adam being a caregiver as well, and this is where chuuya discovered that what he experienced had a name- age regression. adam, being a robot, was able to inform and educate chuuya about it in a way that the sheep or the flags couldnt. chuuya didnt see anything wrong with it. from all of his life that he could remember he regressed, other people he knew regressed, no one had a problem with it, and if they did they could mind their own business, so help him, lol.

♡ and then ofc, dazai caregives for chuuya! whereas i headcanon chuuya as a flip, dazai is solely a regressor, and has problems accepting his own regression, but would take care of chuuya no questions asked at the drop of a hat. he knows chuuya would, and does, do the same for him, and theyre partners. having each others backs and taking care of each other is what they do. and if taking care of each other means watching paw patrol for hours, or taking chuuya to the park to pet some puppies, or cradling him as he falls asleep, drooling onto dazais chest, then thats what hes gonna do.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ the caregiver headcanons were so long... but its not my fault, everyone loves chuuya!! they all wanna take care of the baby!!

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ pet names!! i think chuuya would like to be called baby boy, honey, kid/kiddo, pretty common ones. dazai would ofc use chibi, mackeral, and slug, i read somewhere the hc that he calls baby chuuya neonate, which is the baby version of a slug lol, and i love that. adam calls chuuya very basic names, like sweetheart and honey. i like to imagine shirase calling chuuya little lamb, cuz they were in the sheep, and singing mary had a little lamb to him, and chuuya was the little lamb.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ speaking of the sheep, chuuya has a sheep nightlight. he uses it when not regressed too, because hes scared of the dark. it gives him nightmares and reminds him of his time in the lab. so his sheep nightlight lets him sleep easier.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ bed time is relatively easy for chuuya. hes an active baby, always wanting to get his hands onto a new activity, be it playing, coloring, tv, drawing, games, whatever. hes always a bit tuckered out by the end of the day and will easily fall asleep in his caregivers arms. he really, really likes to be cradled to sleep, or hugged in someones arms, because the warmth and safety of his caregiver's arms is a welcomed difference to the cold, loneliness he felt in the lab, or when he was afraid and breaking down all alone :(

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ chuuya is a trauma regressor (he is heavily implied to have cptsd, and i also headcanon him to have bpd). he regresses to cope with not remembering his childhood, and moreso from what he does remember of his childhood.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ chuuyas a bit of an older kid, and he doesnt usually suck his thumb, but if hes feeling especially nervous or had a bad day or is having a panic attack or flashback, i think hed start sucking his thumb for comfort (despite telling dazai not to when hes taking care of him lol). dazai never understood the sentiment of pacifiers, but he knew when he was regressed and sucked on his fingers, chuuya always made him sue a pacifier, so he thought in the long run chuuya would appreciate if he gave him a pacifier to suck on. chuuya accepts it, he has nothing against pacifiers, he just needs the sucking sensation to calm down.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ the baby loves cuddles!! even when hes not little, too, but especially when hes feeling small!! hell tuck his head under his caregivers chin and nuzzle into the neck, and he loves to sit on his caregiver's lap! and yknow whats even better than cuddles...? KISSES!! chuuya, the eversweet little guy he is, loves to give his caregiver kisses, and loves to be kissed!! he loves to shower them with kisses on their cheeks, and feels so warm and cozy when hes being put to bed for the night and his caregiver gives him a sweet, tender kiss on the forehead.

ugh i have so many more headcanons but this is getting really long... im so into little chuuya especially with the release of the stormbringer manga... like theres no way this poor child doesnt regress to cope ☹️ i lowkey had to remind myself not to make this caregiver dazai centered because im brainrotted by soukoku lol. hes there vaguely, but i wanted little chuuya to be the center of attention!!

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baddieland09 · 2 days ago

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“Love me”

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Warnings:Angst,Fluff,Kissing,kinda bullying,has a nice ending,18+,Mentions of smoking and drinking,I used google translate so be warned if anything is wrong also this is my first time writing smut so I am so sorry if this is bad

Summary:You and Theo had been friends for a while and he starts acting different towards you before he starts straight up ignoring you but what happens when you start fake dating his friend (Also I tried not to describe what she was wearing or looks)

Theodore Nott x Fem reader, Kinda Lorenzo Berkshire x fem reader

Word count:2,813

Hiii guys so Im so sorry about the way it’s spaced out I got really into it and again Im sorry but I’m so sorry of it’s bad to it was my first time writing smut so I hope you enjoy it and if there’s anything I need to fix please tell me-😛

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I had woke up that morning in a rush not wanting to be late again to snape’s class if I was late one more time I’d have detention.I rush into class at the last second before heading towards my seat beside my best friend theo.I was half way there when I notice that some girl was sitting in my seat her and Theo talking so I just decide to sit beside Enzo.“Who is that and why is she sitting beside Theo”.“Anora they’ve been talking all last night I tried telling her to move but she didn’t care neither did Theo” Lorenzo said before going back to his work.I thought it was weird but I brushed it off well we weren’t dating but I felt something stirring in my stomach.After class was over I stood up as everyone leaves walking thru the crowd to get to Theo.“Hey why’d you let her sit in my seat-“.“You’re not my only friend Y/n I can sit with whoever I want”.I flinch at his words as Theo walks off Anora running up to him as he wraps his arm around her waist.That hurt I felt..betrayed?.I don’t know what it was I didn’t like him touching her like that not in the slightest. The rest of the day I didn’t talk to anyone expect pansy she’s the one that introduced my to everyone else.Finally classes were over and I go back to mine and Pansy’s dorm seeing her get ready for something.“What are you doing?” I ask sitting down on my bed. “Getting ready for a party it’s gonna be in our common room” I watch her do her makeup.I just laid down trying not to think about today at all it really bothered me and I don’t know why.“Whats wrong” pansy says as she turns around looking at me noticing my mood.“Theo’s been acting weird like today he let some girl sit in his seat then when I asked why he was rude and then ran of with her”.She listens and nodded along.“Was it Anora”she ask.“Yeah it was why”. “Anora likes Theo Y/n”.I sit there and pause in that moment I realized the reason I was so jealous was because I liked Theo and of course Pansy notices.“Hey but it’s okay get ready for the party and we’ll find someone new for you”.I nod as she started searching my closet and dresser for something I can wear that’ll attract attention.She did my makeup and tried to do a hairstyle by the time we were done the party had started.

We walked downstairs and saw slot of people already there the lights a greenish color music blasting people drinking,smoking,or making out.I look for one person and one person only and that person was Theo.Once I spotted him he was with his friends Blaise,Enzo,Draco,and Mattheo.Him and Mattheo were smoking but oh well a lot of people were.I didn’t say anything to him but then I saw Anora and felt angry it wasn’t her fault at all she liked theo but I still couldn’t help but be jealous.I look at Theo and notice he’a already looking at me and I couldn’t help but melt he and the prettiest eyes to me.He looked away before I could do anything so I just walked away as far into the crowd as I could.I had been sitting on the couch half of the party watching as other people go off with each other and how everyone had someone.I didn’t even half of my friends had other friends to talk to even Pansy but it’s okay I had myself.My eyes looked around longing for another glance at him my heart aching to see him on more time.My eyes scanned the crowd of people looking for him and I do I see both him and Anora kissing and my heart drops.Why couldn’t he love me I knew I couldn’t force people to love me but I wanted him to.I watch as he takes her hand leading her upstairs to what Im sure was gonna be his bedroom and I just sit there upset .I tear up a bit I had tried almost everything to get his attention but no I couldn’t he didn’t and nothing would change that .About 20 minutes later they both come downstairs fixing there close and hair and I knew imedantly what happen .I stand up searching for Pansy or at-least someone as I tear up more searching thru the crowd pushing past some people mumbling sorry’a and excuse me’.I couldn’t find Pansy so the next best thing would be to leave so I head towards the door basically running at that point .That’s when I bump into someone I look up and it’s Theo “What-“.I push him out my way I didn’t wanna talk to him. I basically bolt back to my dorm leaving Theo behind and confused but I didn’t care.I just sat on my bed and cry I knew it was kinda dramatic .In that moment I couldn’t care less it genuinely upset me that this happened I wanted it to be me. I hear a knock on my dorm door and just look at the door debating if I want to answer or not.“WHO IS IT” I yell getting up.“It’s Enzo are you okay Theo said you were crying”.I roll my eyes getting up and opening the door.“Him and Anora hooked up”.I invite him in and as we were sitting on my bed I ranted to him for about an hour and he just listens I knew he well had before so I came up with an idea.“We should pretend to date to get back at him”.He stopped rubbing my back I could tell he was thinking about it .“Okay yeah I don’t care”.For the next week he walked me to class and held my stuff and held my hand pretending to sneak into my dorm at night.Pansy was in on it too so if anyone asked she would lie for us .I walk into class sitting beside Enzo pretending to be handsy with each other.I could feel eyes staring into the back of my head and turn around all I see is Theo staring with a look that could kill.I try not to smirk as I turn back to Enzo holding his hand as I started to do my work a party was this night so I was excited.After all the classes Enzo walked me back to my dorm sitting on my bed as I picked out my outfit and do my makeup.We both go downstairs everyone already there I could once again feel eyes on me and I look again to see Theo staring him absolutely ignoring Anora.Half the party Theo stared at me and while I went to talk to a friend I see Theo talking to Enzo he looked kinda pissed .I look and Enzo gives me a look before I see Theo walking closer and starts to walk me upstairs.He pushes me into his dorm room locking the door .“What’s your problem Theo”.He turns to me a look in his eyes that made hear shot straight to my core.“No WHATS your problem you think you can just run around with my friend your stupid then”.He walks closer .“In that revealing dress too Im only so strong Cara Mia”.

I feel him touch my shoulders running his hands down my arm smiling at me for a second.“sei una tale troia” He puts his hands on my face .He kisses me giving me a second to pull away if I didn’t want this but I did badly I was basically dripping .He puts his hands on the back of my head pulling my deeper his tounge shoving into my mouth making me moan.He runs his hands down my back grabbing a handful of ass making me giggle.“You don’t know how many nights I’ve stayed up thinking of you rubbing myself raw”.I smile.“Ohh you poor thing good think you have anora”.I was being petty.He rolls his eyes grabbing a handful of my hair pulling my head towards his.“You got an attitude I don’t want Anora it was never her she just happened to kinda look like you”.He tugs at my scalp making me moan a bit.“Yeah you like that don’t you”.He smiles a bit and backs us up onto his bed.He lays us both down.And starts kissing down my neck. “If you want me to stop during any of this say so okay”.I nod as he starts kissing down my neck sucking multiple hickeys on it making a little T out of them.“There since your so needy now everyone will know you’re mine”.He sits me up for a second I couldn’t believe this was actually happening after so many nights thinking about it, It was actually happening.He puts his fingers under the strap of my dress looking at my face for consent which in return I nod yes.As soon as I did he pulled the straps down looking at the dark green lacy bra I had on.“Is this all for me did you think tonight would be the night”.He says in a mocking voice toying with the straps of my bra .“Theo please-“.He smiles at me before undoing the hook with one hand pulling it off and throwing it on the floor.“Lay back”.Which I happily do feeling his bedsheets underneath me.He pulls my dress of leaving me in just my underwear which have a wet spot already forming.“Shes just aching for me isn’t she”.He says leaning down kissing the area before coming back up.“These are too”.He kisses down my chest leaving more hickeys kissing my harden pebbles before squeezing them.“These are fucking perfect”.He says kissing me again making me grabing the back of my head pulling his down towards me trying to feel him deeper in any way I could.“You’re so needy”.He says and all I could do was agree I was blinded by lust.“Theo I need you so bad”.I say clawing at his shirt before pulling it off running my hand down his chest scratching it slightly which causes him to sigh.“Oh I know but I gotta get you ready for me okay baby can I take these off”.He says putting his fingers under on each side of my underwear .I nod quickly I needed this badly.He quickly pulls them off stuffing them in his back pocket.He kisses down my chest to my stomach down closer and closer to my cunt.“SHES dripping isn’t she”.He blows on it causing a chill to run down my spine.“Can I”.I nod as he touches me spreading my folds running a finger up and down circling my entrance .“Ple-“.I couldn’t even finish a sentence before he slipped a finger inside his eyes fluttering close at the warmth that he felt.I just gasp as he does it felt good after basically being touched starved for a while.“You’re so wet for me Cara Mia how long have you wanted this..been like this”.He says as he pumps his finger in and out of me curling it into that spot that makes me see stars.“For a long time”.I say put of breath this was all to good and hes barley done anything.“I can tell”.He laughs at his own joke before he slips another finger inside pumping it in and out curling it into that spot the process .He just watches too as my slick coats his finger I was close I didn’t want to admit it but I was .“Don’t hold back I know Im making you feel good”.He could feel me clench around his fingers as I got closer and closer to cumming so he started rubbing circles on my clit.As soon as he did that I came leaving a wet spot on his sheets.“Oh look at you you’re doing such a good job”.He pats my cheek making sure Im still there.“You still here”.I nod.“Y-yeah Im still here”.He pauses .“You wanna continue”.I nod.

He nods before leaning down and kissing my clit making me shiver before he basically just dived right in sucking on my clit.I was pulling his hair it was to much but one thing I knew for sure is I didn’t want him to stop.He looked so pretty actually well his hair did it was messy and the prettiest brown and right now it was between my thighs so even better.“O-oh my god Theo”.I could hear him muttering in Italian.“You taste so good”.He licks down to my hole slowly teasing it before shoving his tounge inside causing me to clench around it as he moans.“You taste so fucking sweet like sugar”.He was lapping at me like I was his last meal and once again I was close .“T-Theo-“.“Shhh i know Cara Mia I know just let go”.I nod and he keeps going I finally tip over the edge he imedantly starts eating it.“You’re my new favorite you taste so good like nothing I’ve ever tasted before”.He pulls away as he rest his head on my stomach trying to catch his breath.“You okay”.I nod as I feel him rubbing my hips kissing multiple spots on my stomach nipping at it a bit.“T-Theo”.“Don’t worry Cara Mia we aren’t done yet”.He whispers into my skin before moving up to my lips kissing them.“Do you taste yourself on me aren’t you fucking delicious”.He says biting my lip not hard enough to draw blood but enough to hurt a bit.I watch him start to pull his pants off unbuttoning his pants as I see his bundle thru his underwear seeing a wet spot.“Shit baby look at what you made me do”.He looks at the wet spot taking my hand and running my hand over it.“You feel that you caused that”.“T-Theo”.He smirks a bit.“It’s all you’re too”.He says before he takes his underwear off throwing them somewhere.He was now bare infront of me his erection hitting his belly button.

He scoots closer to me spreading my legs putting them over his shoulder.“You ready Cara Mia”.I nod looking down feeling him slide in inch by inch letting me feel everything.I moan my eyes roll back at the feeling it hurt but it hurt so good.He paused giving me time to adjust to him before he started moving his hips.I was moaning a lot louder that I should’ve Theo noticed too because he put two of his fingers in my mouth pushing down on my tounge.“Shhhhh be quiet you wouldn’t want anyone to hear you”.He smirks as my reaction as I lazily suck on his fingers as he thrust in and out of me small noise leaving his mouth.“This is just what you needed huh a good fucking”.I nod I was drunk on him everything felt good he made me feel good as he starts thrusting faster.The bed creaking and hitting the wall both of us moaning it was to loud downstairs to hear anyways.“Theo I love you”.He smiles at me tapping my cheek.“I love you too”.I smile as he leans down to kiss me his thrust getting harder.“O-oh my god”.He was hitting places no one could find or even reach if they knew where it was.He reaches down toying with my clit adding the perfect amount of pleasure to everything. “T-Theo-d-don’t stop-“.He nodded his flash and chest flush sweating slightly. “I-Im not gonna”.He was starting to lose his pace which meant he was close I could feel him getting close to.I was a mess too I was close which didn’t help either of us but honestly neither of us cared in that moment.He buried his face in my neck as he kept going keeping the same pace.“T-Theo oh-“.He just nodded and kept going .“P-pull ou-“.I nod no.“Im safe-“.He nods and keeps going before he finally releases it was a weird sensation .He kept going so I came to .We both just laid there for a second trynna calm ourselves.He pulls out before collapsing beside me lighting a cigarette offering it to me which I decline.He grabs a shirt of the floor wiping me off then wipes himself off before grabbing my clothes handing them to me.I got dressed before standing up and going to leave.“Where are you going”.I turn to see him getting dressed. “I was gonna leave isn’t that what you want?”.He looks at me confused.“Why would I want that”.He rolls his eyes walking closer.“Every girl you’ve been with at a party they leave”.He wipes my smeared makeup off with his thumb.“You’re not every girl to me y/n your special it’s you I want it’s always been you actually you’re just to dumb to see”.He leads me back to his bed laying me back down before laying beside me. “I wasn’t actually dating Enzo”.He smiles and laughs a bit.“Yeah I know”.I look at him confused. “How?”.He begins to rub my hips.“Im not dumb Cara Mia”.I just nod.“You’re mine now okay”.He kisses my cheek to my lips.“I know”.He smiles as we fall asleep in each others arms.

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