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multifandom-exe · 2 months ago

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Oblivious - A. Hotchner x Reader

Request: Hotch x bau reader where hotch has feelings but reader is completely oblivious?

Word count: 2k

A/N: this is a rewrite of a fic from like 5 years ago, if you want to check out the original here to see how much has changed. Feel free to leave requests! PLEASE LEAVE FEEDBACK IN COMMENTS OR ASKS PLS i need to know if I'm still writing like I'm 14 😭.

The line. There was always a line. A line between good and evil. A line between love and hate. A line between professional and personal. That was a line you loved to flirt with, to teeter on, to play with like it was your favorite toy. Of course, you shouldn't be flirting with your boss, but when he was stood there, in that suit that highlights his shoulders and his wrists and his thighs and oh god...

“(Y/N)?” And the way your name came from his lips was like heaven on earth right there. “(Y/N)?” What? A hand lightly brushed against your shoulder as he moved his head to be in eyeline with you. Slight concern in them as he gave you a small smile, sending electric through your body and thoroughly grounding you to earth.

“Yes, I'm sorry, I'm just... tired.” You tried to look anywhere but his eyes as you so desperately tried to cover the train of thought that had your skin buzzing and your heart racing. You glanced at his hand on your shoulder as he took it away, wanting to whine at the loss of contact.

Flirting with your boss was your own self sabotage. But you relished it every time. Every touch he missed. Every glance he didn't see. Every time your heart rate sped up as you saw him leave his office. He didn't notice any of it. And it made you want him all that much more. You should've been glad. Ecstatic even. Because once he realized you liked him, in a way he didn't like you, in a way no subordinate should ever like their boss. That line would be crossed. And no amount of ‘I'm sorry’ or ‘let's forget about it’ could undo it.

Morgan and JJ stood a length away, taking in the scene in front of them. You, absentmindedly playing with your hair, a sign of flirting. And him, fiddling with his hands as he looked into your eyes whilst you spoke.

“Do you think they’ll ever notice the other is so head over heels for them?” JJ stated, watching you two with a look that's usually only reserved for Henry when he doesn't understand what he did wrong, or when Emily is openly talking about someone right behind her. A grimace more like.

“Nope.” He started, popping the ‘p’. “They've been doing this dance for too long; I'm starting to think it's never gonna happen.” He tutted and tried to take his eyes off... whatever was happening over there.

“You look nice today, by the way. You do every day, but you know.” His attempt at flattery didn't go amiss as you smiled bashfully.

“Thank you, so do you. I enjoy this side of you much more, the happier side. Is this some new technique to raise team morale?” You quirked an eyebrow as you smiled at him, desperately trying to quell the faint blush on your cheeks.

His smile faltered slightly. Right. The team. It's been years since he flirted with anyone and clearly, he must be doing something wrong if you're thinking of him and the team. Every day he saw you. And every day he just wanted to throw caution to the wind and hold your hand, touch your face, stroke your hair. Feel you. Gently. Fully. Months. Months of slight flirts and fleeting touches and he feels no closer to being with you now than when you first joined the team. How one of his best profilers could miss something that was right there, he would never know. He was sure he was getting to the point where he looked pathetic. Rossi had even mentioned it to him, a late night in his office over a bottle of scotch. ‘I'm starting to question your profiling skills Aaron, if you two could see what everyone else sees, you'd know there's no question about what happens next with you two’. But here he was, trying his best to put his heart on his sleeve, and even that wasn't working. Or maybe it was, and you knew, and you were simply saving him the embarrassment of rejection.

A cough broke him away from his thoughts. He looked at you as you nodded your head towards your nosy team members, who stood absentmindedly watching the two of you. He copied your cough and looked pointedly at his team.

“Back to work.” He said firmly, turning to touch your arm and give you a small smile before returning to his office. Your cheeks heated as you stared at the spot on your arm, slowly walking back to your desk. You sat in your chair, thoughts going a mile a minute and you sighed, pulling your files closer.

“Oh, Hotch your just so dreamy!” Morgan lays his hand dramatically on his forehead, attempting to mock you.

“Oh (Y/N), you look absolutely ravishing today.” Emily came over to join in the teasing, doing her best Hotch impression.

“What are you two idiots yapping about?” You looked up at the scene, laughing inwardly at their antics.

“Cmon, Hotch is so into you!” Came from JJ as she giggled softly. “And I'm willing to bet the feeling is reciprocated.” She tugged at your cheek, pointing out the obvious blush dusting them.

“Okay, we’re all bullying me, stay mad.” You tried to joke but they all gave you pointed glares like you were the stupidest person in the world. “He is not into me! He just wants someone in this office to actually do their work.” You giggled before pulling all your files together. You pushed your chair back and stood up to deliver your files for the day.

“Keep telling yourself that, Sugar!” Derek shouted as you walked away, receiving an unceremonious middle finger in response.

You jogged up the stairs to Hotch's office, raising your hand to knock on the door, finding it already open. Your heart hummed against your chest at the thought of him hearing the ‘workplace gossip’. Well, can it really be gossip if it's true?

“I have the files you wanted.” You held them close to your chest as you absentmindedly played with the small pieces of paper sticking out. The tension in the office was palpable. The same tension that hung over you when you looked a little too long, or smiled a little too brightly.

His head snapped up at your voice and he broke out into one of those very rare Aaron Hotchner smiles TM. “You can just put them there.” He pointed to his desk, trying to shield his face that sported the same bright pink as you. As you approached, he begged to every god on earth you couldn't hear his heartbeat threatening to break out of his ribs. There was a beat of silence as you put the files down. You knew you shouldn't linger, but you couldn't help it. Youd do everything in your power to look at him a second longer each time he leaves. He looks up at you. He really looks at you. Eyes so bright whilst still working a job like this. Plump lips being gently bitten between your teeth. That conversation, outside. A conversation he never should've heard. This was his in.

“They are right you know.” Your head lifted gently, taking you away from whatever thoughts lingered. Your eyebrows knitted together as a nervous smile and quizzical look painted your face. He stood and moved around his desk toward you. “i am ‘so into you’.” He tried his best to keep his earth shattering confession as light hearted as he could, rolling his eyes a little at the end of his sentence. He sucked in a breath as your face didnt move an inch from the shocked look plastered on it. God. This was the worst idea ever. He could already feel the anxiety and the nervousness and the everything, trying to claw its way out of his throat. His usual stoic look must have faltered, as he felt you lay your hand on his arm, breaking through his layer of despair.

“Hotch.” Your eyes softened as you looked at him, and your eyes closed lightly, a blush spreading on your cheeks. It felt like this wave of emotion had hit you and you just wanted to cry. The line. It had been crossed, and it was so utterly terrifying, and felt so fucking amazing.

He had obviously mistaken your soft tone as one of pity, of rejection. He stuttered slightly and turned his back to you, flushing deeply. He babbled, about how ‘sorry’ he was, and how we should ‘just forget he said anything’. God, he had taken risks in his life, but this was possibly the most, stupid, miscalculated, inconcieve-

“Hotch!” Your raised voice broke him out of his spiral as he turned to face you once more. You moved toward him and lightly pushed a stray hair from his forehead. He so desperately wanted to lean into your touch. “Whatever is going on in that pretty little head of yours, at least let me finish what i was saying.” He shook his head lightly, like he was trying to shake his thoughts away, as he gazed into your eyes for the first time since his confession. “I'm totally into you too.” You mirrored his earlier words with a slight giggle. And just like that, a wave of emotion erupted in him. He breathed deeply, not realizing he was depriving himself of air waiting for your answer.

He moved to softly run his thumb over your cheek as he gazed at you lovingly. “I've been wanting to tell you for so long. I tried flirting but I figured I just wasn't very good because you hadn't realized.”

“Stop. I've been doing the same thing!” You gently dropped your head to his chest, laughing incredulously at the stupidity, that two very intelligent profilers had missed all of this. So oblivious. Both wrapped in their own little world of desperate pining.

“How about i take you on a date? I could definitely use some time away from this office.” He lifted your chin gently, so you were looking into his eyes.

“I couldnt think of anything better” You gazed at him, happiness threatening to burst your heart into two.

Bonus

Through the large office window, the 5 profilers stood, huddled around your desk, staring intently, like it was the finale of their favorite rom-com. They all sighed a huge breath as they saw you lay your head on Aaron's chest, all turning to eachother with the most shit-eating-grins.

“I think, Reid and Morgan owe me 20 bucks.” Rossi smirked as JJ and Emily burst into laughter. Morgan hit himself on the cheek playfully with a little ‘ouch’ before rooting through his pocket for a 20. Reid had tried to argue ‘as Hotch's best friend, of course you'd understand him the best’ But it was to no avail, as Rossi just stuck his hand out and gave him an unconvinced look. He sighed and rooted through his pockets.

After much laughter and gossip, they all turned back to see you placing a chaste kiss on his cheek and hurrying out of his office. They caught him lifting a hand to where you had kissed. Upon realizing his blinds were open, he promptly shut them, trying his best to plaster his intimidating look back on his face. You stopped at the top of the stairs as you realized all eyes were on you. You coughed and tried to indignantly hide the blush that coated your cheeks.

“Back to work.”

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batboyblog · 9 months ago

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The governor was firm: Nebraska would reject the new federal money for summer meals. The state already fed a small number of children when schools closed. He would not sign on to a program to provide all families that received free or cut-rate school meals with cards to buy groceries during the summer.

“I don’t believe in welfare,” the governor, Jim Pillen, a Republican, said in December.

A group of low-income youths, in a face-to-face meeting, urged him to reconsider. One told him she had eaten less when schools were out. Another criticized the meals at the existing feeding sites and held a crustless prepackaged sandwich to argue that electronic benefit cards from the new federal program would offer better food and more choice.

“Sometimes money isn’t the solution,” the governor replied.

.......

The new $2.5 billion program, known as Summer EBT, passed Congress with bipartisan support, and every Democratic governor will distribute the grocery cards this summer. But Republican governors are split, with 14 in, 13 out and no consensus on what constitutes conservative principle.

One red-state governor (Sarah Huckabee Sanders of Arkansas) hailed the cards as an answer to a disturbing problem. Another (Kim Reynolds of Iowa) warned that they might increase obesity. Some Republicans dismissed the program as obsolete pandemic aid. Some balked at the modest state matching costs. Others hinted they might join after taking more time to prepare.

The program will provide families about $40 a month for every child who receives free or reduced-price meals at school —$120 for the summer. The red-state refusals will keep aid from about 10 million children, about a third of those potentially eligible nationwide.

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As with Medicaid, poor states are especially resistant, though the federal government bears most of the cost. Of the 10 states with the highest levels of children’s food insecurity, five rejected Summer EBT: Louisiana, Oklahoma, Mississippi, Alabama and Texas.

Like the school lunch program, it serves families up to 185 percent of the poverty line, meaning a family of three would qualify with an income of about $45,500 or less.

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Some Republicans, in rejecting the aid, found critics in their own ranks. After Gov. Henry McMaster of South Carolina dismissed Summer EBT as a duplicative “entitlement,” State Senator Katrina Shealy, a fellow Republican, wrote a column with a Democratic colleague warning that “hunger does not stop during summer break.”

In an interview, Ms. Shealy said the state should not reject $65 million “just because Biden is president,” and perhaps just partly tongue-in-cheek wrapped her plea in Trumpian bunting: “Everyone wants to say, ‘America First’ — well, let’s feed our children first.”

Oklahoma initially said it rejected the program because federal officials had not finalized the rules. But responding to critics, Gov. Kevin Stitt, a Republican, sharpened his attack, calling Summer EBT a duplicative “Biden administration program” that would “cause more bureaucracy for families.”

Tribal governments, which have influence over large parts of the state, stepped in. Already feuding with Mr. Stitt, they promised to distribute cards to all eligible families on their land, regardless of tribal status, while bearing the $3 million administrative cost. The five participating tribes will cover nearly 40 percent of Oklahoma’s eligible children, most of them not Native American.

“I remain dumbfounded that the governor of Oklahoma would turn down federal tax dollars to help feed low-income children,” said Chuck Hoskin Jr., the principal chief of the Cherokee Nation.

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some of the most stunning highlights of this story.

All I got to say is, let's feed the children? every single Democratic Governor took the money to feed the kids, every governor who rejected it, every single one, is a Republican. If you don't vote for Democrats you are STEALING food out of kids mouths.

#food #food insecurity #Poverty #politics #school lunch #feed the children #Republicans #2024 elections

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lanawinterscigarettes · 30 days ago

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Sweet Tooth (Joe Goldberg x gn reader x Love Quinn)

Summary: you're a big fan of the bakery, but Joe and Love are after something sweeter- you

Warnings: obsessive behavior from Love and Joe but that's about it

A/N: my mom made me a carrot cake recently and it inspired me to write this

Everyday you entered A Fresh Tart right after lunch, needing a little something to satiate your sweet tooth before heading back to work. Sometimes it was a cake, sometimes it was a cookie, sometimes a pie, but it was always delicious.

Love quickly caught on to your routine, always making sure she was free to assist you whenever you came in. If another customer needed help, they were just going to have to wait, because you were much more important.

The bell chimed above the door to signal that you'd arrived, prompting her to smooth out the front of her apron before putting on a bright smile. "Hey! I was wondering when you were going to come in."

"I had a meeting that ran a little late, so my lunch hour got pushed back some," you replied with a smile that mirrored hers. The unfortunate bags under your eyes didn't escape her, a sure sign that you were overworking yourself, but the faint dimples that formed on your cheeks quickly diverted her attention. How cute.

"Well, you're here now. So, what can I get for you?"

While you mulled over what kind of confection you wanted for the day, Joe peeked his head out from the back. So that's the person Love always raved about coming in just after noon. You were cute, he couldn't deny that.

"If you're having some trouble making a decision, why don't you try both and see which one you like better?" He heard his wife offer when you clearly became stuck on choosing between two different sweet treats.

"Oh, I can't do that," you began to protest before Love waved her hand dismissively at your words.

"Nonsense! It's my bakery, and I say you can have a sample if you wish," she insisted while cutting a small sliver of cake from the one in the glass display case before grabbing the second pastry you'd been eyeing, placing them both in a paper to go box. "Try both, and tomorrow you when you come in you can tell me which one you liked better."

"That's awfully kind of you. Are you sure I don't owe you anything?" You asked as she slid the box across the counter, already starting to pull out your wallet.

"Of course not! It's on the house."

Despite her words of reassurance and warm smile, you still felt as though she deserved something in return, so you took out a five dollar bill and stuck it in the tip jar. "I'll be back tomorrow at my usual time."

Her eyes twinkled with admiration at the small act of kindness. You were so much sweeter than any of the things she baked, that much was certain. "See you then."

Joe came out from the back as she was watching you leave, slightly amused at the exchange that just happened. Before he could speak, however, she beat him to it.

"I want them."

It wasn't a suggestion or a request, it was a demand, one that wasn't left open for any arguments. Love wanted you, and what she wanted she got. All she needed to do was get him on board, which shouldn't be too hard given just how irresistible you were.

The next day when you came in, Love wasn't there, having taken Henry to a doctor's appointment for a check-up, which meant the she'd left Joe in charge.

"Oh, hey," you greeted in a friendly manner despite never having met him before. "You must be Joe, right? Love told me that she ran the place with her husband."

Immediately he knew why she wanted you so much. Everything about you just screamed perfect, there was no doubt about that. "Uh, yeah, hi. She told me you were having some sort of difficulty choosing between two items yesterday," he casually mentioned, wanting you to think their marriage was much smoother than it really was. They couldn't lure you in successfully if all you saw were their problems.

"I did, you're right," you replied with a soft laugh, one that made his heart leap forward in his chest. God, no wonder Love always dropped everything just so she could see you whenever you came in. He suspected the only reason she'd offered to take Henry today was so he could officially meet you and become just as obsessed with you as she was.

"And were you able to make a decision?" He was curious about you already, curious about your personal taste, your likes and dislikes. He needed to know it all.

"Well, they were both amazing as usual, but I think I'm going to have to go with the cake. Everything about it was delicious, especially the icing," you fondly reminisced, almost beginning to salivate at the thought alone.

"Sure thing," he said while grabbing a knife to cut you a slice, unable to stop himself from thinking about just how sweet your lips must taste after every trip you made to the bakery. He'd have to try a piece of the cake himself a little later so he could imagine it properly.

Your eyes were wide with giddy delight as you observed his every move, clearly excited to be able to eat the cake when you got the chance. You were just about to pull out your wallet when he held up his hand to stop you. "Don't worry about it. Love told me to tell you it's on the house."

"You know, one of these days you're really going to have to let me repay you somehow," you commented while dropping aother five dollar bill into the tip jar, just like you did last time.

Joe was already thinking of ways for you to repay the both of them, but they were far too lewd for him to say out loud. "You have a nice day," was his response instead, giving you a small wave as you left.

Damn it, he was hooked. There was no way he could refuse Love's order, because now he wanted the exact same thing she did: you.

And they were going to have you, one way or the other, no matter what it took.

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shanastoryteller · 7 months ago

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When Shawn is twelve years old, he goes out to ride his bike before dinner and never comes back.

It’s not the first time Shawn’s stayed out later than he was supposed to, so Madeline sighs and puts dinner in the oven and goes searching, figures the walk will at least be an opportunity to snap some photos with her new camera. But as she walks block after block and there’s no sign of her son, she becomes even more concerned.

One hour crawls to two. She returns home to phone the Gusters, but they say Shawn isn’t there, that Gus hasn’t seen him since yesterday. Heart in her throat, she dials the station.

“Hi Honey,” Henry says, distracted. “I told you I was working late-”

“I can’t find Shawn,” she says.

There’s a one tense beat of silence then he snaps, “What are you talking about?”

“He went out on his bike and he didn’t come back for dinner and I didn’t see him anywhere and he’s not with Gus,” she says and she can hear the tears in her voice. “Henry.”

“Karen and I are taking a cruiser out to look for him,” he says, voice suddenly all business. “You stay at home and call dispatch if he comes home, alright?”

“Alright,” she whispers, “what if-”

“Maddie,” he interrupts, voice firm and unyielding and still not enough to hide his fear. “This is Shawn. I’m sure he just got caught up in something. Everything is going to be fine.”

“You can’t just take him!” she says, eyes wild in a way they hadn’t been while he helped her unload groceries. “He’s not like the practice people, someone will notice he’s missing!”

“Yes,” says the old man, with a sturdy, implacable face that’s somehow so much unsettling than her mania. “That is unfortunate. We’ll have to move. But you shouldn’t have invited him inside.”

“Just let him go,” she insists. “We have to move anyway. Just tie him up and pack everything and we’ll be long gone by the time he wriggles free. He doesn’t know anything.”

He sighs. “Darling. He noticed the blood.”

“No, he didn’t,” she says, then looks to him. “Did you?”

Shawn shakes his head, the gag in his mouth preventing him from talking, which is unfortunate, because he’s better at lying when he’s speaking.

He had noticed the blood, faint as it was against the wall, and the scuff marks, and he was planning on getting out of there and going straight to his dad and telling him that he thinks he knows what’s really happening to the beach bums that have washed up on shore, and it’s got nothing to do with too much alcohol and high tide.

She would have let him leave. He was almost out the door when the old guy showed up.

“He’s a clever boy, I’ll give him that,” he says, offhand. “It’s unfortunate.”

He opens into a drawer and pulls out a knife. Shawn tugs even harder at his bonds, but they don’t give an inch.

“No!” She steps in front of him, arms wide. “I like him! He’s nice, and good, and you can’t play with him. I won’t let you.”

Anger wild enough to make Shawn flinch away steals across his face before he folds it back under his veneer of civility. “Very well, darling. You can have a playmate. But if he can’t be controlled, he must be disposed of. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she says, shifting to completely block him from Shawn’s view – and Shawn from his, which he thinks may have been her goal. “Thank you. We’ll be good.”

“You better be,” he says sternly. “Don’t make me regret this, Yang.”

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pippin-katz · 1 year ago

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Alright, I have mostly restrained myself, but I cannot stay quiet any longer. There is a question that has been eating at me...

Whose fucking idea was it to have Henry (Nicholas) constantly grabbing Alex's (Taylor's) hair?!

Note: I'm adding this in after finishing writing this because this was supposed to be a relatively short post, and then it spiraled out of control, so if you want to listen to me gradually lose my sanity over this question, feel free to keep reading, cause it is admittedly funny lmfao

Another Note: This is me being overly sarcastic and hyper cause it’s funny for me to think about that situation. This is supposed to be a funny post. I said that at the end, but I’m adding it here too.

Listen, remember what they said about the intimate scenes: they were planned down to every detail. Remember what Nicholas said about having conversations with Taylor, Matthew, and Robbie about boundaries, what was okay, and not okay. Remember that they have A LINE IN THE FILM ABOUT HENRY GRABBING HIS HAIR (iconic).

Do you see it? Do you see where this is going?

The hair pulling/grabbing is not random. It doesn't happen in just the New Year's kiss to set up a funny line later.

It happens all the time.

Even in soft moments, Henry has a hand in his hair.

The hair grabbing gets its own shot in their love-making scene.

Consistent small actions (twisting a ring, biting nails, drumming with fingers, etc.) are character habits. They're things that they do all the time, subconsciously or for a decisive reason, usually if you know that action causes a specific response that you want for any reason.

There's a coworker that drives you crazy, so you purposefully hum really loudly whenever they're in the room to piss them off. Your friend has a sensitivity to the color red, so on days you know you're going to see them, you avoid wearing it. Your partner has muscle cramps, so you massage their shoulders whenever you're standing behind them.

These habits usually start as conscious decisions, then gradually become subconscious, hence the term "habit". You've been doing something for so long or for frequently enough that you do it while on "autopilot".

I think it's pretty obvious why this action happens. It's because A: Henry likes feeling of his hair, and/or B: Alex likes when someone touches his hair. Note: This could be in any context, not just sexual; running fingers through it, washing it, styling it, etc.

Either you figured out what I am going to say, and you're wondering why I'm blabbering on so much, or you're just confused about where I'm going with this at all, so here's where it all clicks together.

When you have a character, habits are something you give them to give them more personality, more insight into their mentality through subtle things they do. It's something the director/writer/actor chooses to give to the character.

BUT - nothing in the intimacy scenes happen without being discussed and agreed upon.

This isn't like Nicholas fidgeting with the signet ring to show Henry's nerves. This isn't like Taylor frequently making little hand gestures (peace signs, finger guns, tapping the side of his glass, etc.) because Alex has undiagnosed ADHD and that's one way to physically imply it.

They can do those things without being told or given "permission" because it's their portrayal of the character, it doesn't effect anyone else, and small details like that are typically up to the actors, unless the director is incredibly strict.

BUT - AGAIN WITH FEELING - NOTHING IN THE INTIMACY SCENES HAPPEN WITHOUT BEING DISCUSSED AND AGREED UPON.

That means that someone, one of the four of them, brought up grabbing his hair as a suggestion, and further more, Taylor (and Nick, but obviously Taylor's consent is more important in this specific case) was fine with it.

Think about it. Think about them sitting around a table discussing the kinds of stuff that Matthew and Robbie would want to see, and what Nick and Taylor would be okay with. Think about the fact that one of them was sitting there, and looked at the other three, and said: "What if Henry grabs Alex's hair a lot?"

And then the four of them had to sit there, and talk, in depth, about what that would mean.

*inhale*

Who... the fuck... said it?

WHO SAID IT?!

Did Matthew and Robbie present it as part of the initial planning?? Or did one of them look Taylor and Nick in the eye and say it?? Did Nick throw it out there as something he thought Henry would do?? Was it Taylor??? Since it's his hair???

Cause it's not just like, running Nick running his fingers through it, combing it during some tender moment, like when Alex talks about his father being an immigrant.

HE FUCKING GRABS IT.

What the fuck were these conversations like?! I cannot think of a single way to have that conversation where someone wouldn't have to say something that would make me make me go UHHH-

What? So - Matthew's like "how do you guys feel about touching each other's hair?" -and they're like "what, you mean like running our fingers through it?" -and he's like "nah yanking it while you're making out"

Like... what do you say to that?! - "oh which one of us would do it to the other?" -and what, did Taylor fucking volunteer?? Just like - "he can pull my hair, it's chill" - WTF?!

Or did he suggest it in the first place, like they were discussing things that would that could be part of Alex and Henry's dynamic and he's just like - "he could pull my hair?" -and the other three just stared at him for a second, because wtf that's a intensely intimate action to suggest?!

Hair touching in general is really intimate, in like, every context, at least I think to most people, and definitely to me. Most people wouldn't just let someone, even someone they were friends with, start playing with their hair or touching their head. I wouldn't even let my best friend randomly touch my head; I would instinctually try to bite their hand off (not a joke). Maybe I'm a slight bit more touch-repulsed than most, but I feel like it's safe to say that the majority of people don't want their hair and head being touched, grabbed, or played with unless they say so.

And again, they do it CONSISTENTLY. It's not a one and done scene. It is an actual dynamic between Alex and Henry they chose to establish.

SO I ASK AGAIN: WHOSE IDEA WAS IT?!

I'm looking at you four, Matthew, Robbie, Taylor, and Nicholas. I know it was one of you cheeky bastards that suggested it. One of you brought it up, and the rest of you were like "sure".

I will be forever haunted by this mystery, as I doubt I will ever get an answer.

Note: Please don't take this super seriously. I'm not trying to imply anything; I'm literally just joking around cause the concept of having that conversation boggles my mind lol

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engeorged · 2 months ago

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sparxyv · 5 months ago

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Milena Student ID 💜🦅

[EDIT: Milena does NOT look like this anymore! See my newer posts for her revamped design 😙]

I decided to finally issue a proper introduction to Milena Chase for you guys so she doesn't remain a face without a story any longer 😤

Thank you for the template @kiwiplaetzchen !! 🫶

Brace yourself for a big infodump - here is Milena's backstory etc etc 🫠

Family

Milena Jacqueline Chase was born in 1874 to a French muggle, Henri Marie Chase, and a Japanese witch, Miyuki Hoshino.

Milena is the oldest of seven siblings.

The Chase Family™ is extremely rich, like, buttloads of money rich. Coming from a long line of vintners, they founded one of the leading brands of the best quality wines in Europe, as well as owned a luxury hotel in central Paris.

Milena's grandparents on her mother's side lived in Feldcroft, and still do. They often watched over the Sallow twins after their parents death when Solomon was busy. (Milena does not know her grandparents. 👍)

Miyuki - Milena's mother - was a Slytherin in Hogwarts, and was friends with Solomon Sallow.

Life Before Hogwarts

Growing up, Milena and her siblings resided in their family's hotel in Paris, France. Since their parents were too busy with business and galas, they were raised by the housekeepers and servants that worked at the hotel.

Milena was homeschooled, undergoing typical muggle education with many tutors over the years. She gained a passion for learning early on, intensively studying practically anything that piqued her interest! (my little Matilda LOL)

Milena did NOT go to Beauxbatons, yet showed signs of magic very early on. The only reason she was aware of magic and wizardkind because of her mother's house elf, Teeley. (we love Teeley 🫶)

She had so much free time on her hands that she'd mastered and studied so many different things, making her a true jack of all trades! Some of these things include - Chess, fencing, horseback riding, painting, embroidery, baking, PLUS she's fluent in German and Russian (in addition to English and French).

Relationships

I'm planning on going more in depth with Milena's relationships in a series of separate posts so I'm just going to list her closest friends 💜

Sebastian Sallow

Anne Sallow

Ominis Gaunt

Imelda Reyes

Athol 'Mousey' McGregor

Samantha Dale

Amit Thakkar

Natsai Onai

Garreth Weasley

Poppy Sweeting

Sacharissa Tugwood

Richard Jackdaw

Personality

MBTI - ENTJ-A

Alignment - Neutral Good

I really think of Milena's personality as close to the in-game MC as possible, but I do tend to wander from that sometimes.. 😗😗

Milena always strives to help out people when faced with trouble, but never actively seeks out problems to solve - they just always seem to find her. Nevertheless, she always takes on difficult situations and rises to the challenge.

It helps a lot that she's very self-assured, something that came out of spending most of her childhood alone and taking care of herself AND others. That being noted, she's a natural born leader. Milena is assertive and logical and can easily adjust and adapt to many different situations - which makes her the perfect person to deal with a certain Slytherin boy who's emotions control him and not the other way around.. 👀👀

Milena is an ambivert. While she enjoys socializing, she's also comfortable being alone. She doesn't exactly prefer one over the other though. Socializing comes easy to her, and she has a secure attachment style when it comes to her relationships, never really feeling insecure about them or getting jealous easily. Milena tends to be more mature, and she never internalizes things when people are rude - but because she's so calm and mellow, people are usually either drawn to her or intimidated by her.

As a Ravenclaw, Milena is naturally curious! She's constantly on the hunt to learn new things, which is why she enjoys exploring outside of Hogwarts so much, taking in everything she can about the hamlets and just the Highlands in general. Her curiousity helps her find wonder in even the smallest of things. She's very open-minded, yet nearly always at least slightly skeptical when it comes to new things. She can be very opinionated, but is always open to other perspectives.

Milena is not one to be overly expressive with her emotions (but to be clear - she doesn't hide them either 😗), yet she does have a side of her that naturally comes out only when she feels comfortable. With friends like Sebastian especially, she feels like she can let loose and be more playful as well as a bit snarky/sarcastic.

Additional Fun Facts!

I've already mentioned this before - but Milena's absolute favorite things in the world are BIRDS. Birds of all kinds. She knows everything about every species, and I mean everything. And somehow, birds naturally flock to her like she's some type of woodland princess.

Milena's hair is NOT naturally curly/wavy, nor is it naturally auburn! Prior to Hogwarts, she used a charm to change her hair color, but it seemed to have some extra effects on her hair texture too..

Milena doesn't often speak French after arriving at Hogwarts, but since it's her native language, she finds it much easier to express herself in French even though she speaks near-perfect English. She also enjoys sneaking in French phrases to occasionally mess with Sebastian since he has no idea what she's saying 🥰🥰

Her love language is gift-giving, but when it comes to receiving it would be acts of service and quality time.

Is VERY passionate about potion-making.

Becomes an animagus in the summer before sixth-year, her animagus form being a giant golden eagle!

Already mentioned but she's quite fearless, except for when it comes to mooncalves. (She's more creeped out by them than scared of them, though.)

More of a dog person - Raphael is the exception 💜

Seeker for Ravenclaw in her sixth-year!

#i hope i worded everything alright 😭😭#i'm terrible with words - i read this about 100 times to see if it made any sense 🥲#i have so much about her and her family in my brain i just need to figure out how to properly put it out there 🙏🙏#this has been in my drafts for so long but i've been so sick and stuck in my bed so i was like.. just finish it now while you have the time #admittedly i fell asleep typing about twice during the last part though 😙😙😙#if you read all or majority of this.. i love you 🫵💜#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy art #hogwarts legacy fanart #hogwarts legacy oc #hl mc #ravenclaw #milena chase #sparxyvdoodles #i'm thinking of making one of these for mousey as well 😋

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bumblesimagines · 2 years ago

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Headcanon:

Becoming the Quinn-Goldbergs obsession

Request: Yes or No

Pronouns for y/n: he/him/his

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Living in Madre Linda had its ups and downs. The community was tight-knit and you could practically always count on someone for something. As long as that something wasn't gossip worthy.

The soul sucking residents of your town were irritating to deal with and borderline hellish on a bad day. Over all, you were able to count on one hand the amount of neighbors you considered friends.

Until the new neighbors moved in.

The Quinn-Goldbergs. A young couple who were new to the wonders of parenthood. It only took an hour after their arrival for you to learn virtually everything about them through Sherry and her minions.

You met Love first. She'd been out grabbing mail when you returned from town with some groceries. She'd flashed a charming smile and seemed more than happy to chat until the duties of motherhood swept her away.

Popping open the trunk of the car, you slipped out of the driver's side and closed the door. Barely noticing movement in the yard over, you walked to the back of your car and began picking the bags into your arms.

"Hey, neighbor!" A cheery voice called out and you leaned back, catching sight of a brunette standing on the other side of the fence. She carried some envelopes in one hand, lifting the other to wave at you. "I'm Love! We just moved here a couple weeks ago."

"Nice to meet you, Love." You returned the smile, using your free hand to close the trunk before approaching the fence. She perked up and stepped closer, resting her hand atop the short picket fence.

"You must be (Y/N). Sherry mentioned we were neighbors."

"Did she?" You didn't intend to sound so ticked off about it but from the knowing look that passed over Love's features, she understood your distaste completely.

"I'd introduce you to my husband but he's off at the library. He's pretty serious about his books." Love chuckled lightly.

"Oh, really? I'm an avid reader myself."

"Seriously?" Her brows rose, eyes practically twinkling. "Oh, then I'm sure you two will get along!"

Only a couple days would pass before you were invited to a party and there you'd meet Joe, the beloved husband and polar opposite of Love.

It'd been a little awkward at first with neither you nor Joe knowing exactly what to say. That was until Cary spoke and you exchanged an exasperated look with Joe. Afterwards the conversations began, going from complaining about the residents to books and the library.

Love grew obsessed first. She often found herself over at your place with Henry, finding solace in the fact she finally had someone real and honest to talk to in the neighborhood.

She didn't realize the signs at first, too caught up in the bliss of what she believed was innocent friendship until she began keeping track of your day to day life and involving herself more and more.

She frequently cooked you meals and brought them over, insisting she just wanted to do something nice for you and 'I just really appreciate your company'.

Love only truly noticed her obsession when attending a birthday party and overhearing Sherry giggling about you and another woman. The dread, rage, and jealousy that erupted inside her was enough to push her into a full obsession.

Smiling softly, Love watched Joe tend to Henry as she picked up a slice of cheese from the table and took a bite from it. Without thinking, she began searching for you in the crowd of guests, taking slow steps until she neared Sherry and Kiki.

"I heard the reason they divorced was because she was seeing (Y/N) on the down low." Sherry whispered, nodding wildly when Kiki gaped at her. "I mean, I believe it. She's always flirting with him."

Love felt her body freeze, eyes dancing around frantically in search of you. It couldn't be true, could it? If you were seeing someone... No, you'd tell her, right?

Finally spotting you in the crowd, she walked forward, pace quick but not fast enough to draw attention to herself. You sweetly smiled at her upon noticing her and she felt herself relax, unable to resist smiling back.

"(Y/N), I was looking for you everywhere!" She breathed, turning her attention onto the woman you'd been speaking with. Looping her arms around yours, she tilted her head.

"Could I steal him for a moment?"

"Of course, no problem."

"Great!" Whipping out her best fake smile, she resisted the urge to sneer at the woman before pulling you away from her.

Upon recognizing her feelings, Love grew conflicted. She still loved Joe completely and hated the thought of ruining their family, especially after powering through the Natalie situation. So, she remained silent... Unaware of her husband's own dilemma.

It had taken Joe only a few days to realize his obsession. He had brushed off his desire to be around you and hear more about you as the want for a friend in the nightmarish town of Madre Linda.

Until he found himself putting on his favorite cap and watching you from the safety of his car. It had clicked the moment he turned his car engine on and began his typical monologue.

Joe was no stranger to obsessions. In fact, one could consider him extremely experienced in the area. There had been Nurse Fiona, Candace, Beck, Love, and Natalie. All of them shared some minor similar traits but the biggest one being they were women. You were not.

This realization had sent Joe through a bit of an identity crisis where he both distanced himself from you- limiting his face to face interactions with you, sending Love on his behalf- and kept an eye in you by continuing to watch you.

But, you had noticed his odd behavior and finally confronted him about it, much to his relief and dismay.

"Okay, what's up?" Joe blinked, tearing his eyes away from his wife and child. His throat tightened as he stared up at you, internally cursing and panicking.

"Wh-What do you mean?" He chuckled nervously. You raised a brow and plopped down beside him on the bench, noting the way he rubbed his palms on his pants.

"You've been avoiding me." You pointed out, giving him a look when he attempted to protest.

Time to come clean. Or at least, partly come clean.

Clearing his throat and exhaling deeply, he shifted to face you. "It's nothing personal, I promise. I've just had a lot on my mind between Henry and settling into the new neighborhood." He explained softly, reaching out to touch your shoulder.

"Is that all?" You asked, frowning at him. "You can tell me anything, Joe. You and Love are the only people here I actually trust."

Trust... Trust and eventually... Love. Joe was sure of it. You'd love him just as much as he loved you. He just needed to play his cards right and avoid drawing suspicion from Love. She'd done enough already. Natalie's decaying body was proof of that.

From then on, the couple tiptoed around each other, fully unaware they had similar feelings for you.

Joe found it easier to keep from Love. He'd already slipped into your house, taking small things he knew you wouldn't notice go missing. He kept them stored in a spot he knew Love wouldn't think about looking and plotted ways to make you fall for him.

Love, on the other hand, found it more difficult. She felt guilt and worry eating her up inside. She loved Joe wholeheartedly but she felt similarly about you. Eventually, she couldn't keep it up, desperate to get closer to you without risking Joe lashing out.

"Joe, we need to talk." Love called from the kitchen, staring at the freshly baked cupcakes in hand. She set them down on the island and sighed, looking up at Joe as he entered the kitchen.

"What's wrong?" He asked immediately, finishing his tea and placing the cup down. Dread filled both of their stomachs, staring at one another.

Joe worried she'd figured it out and attacked you impulsively.

Love worried he'd discard of you as easily he'd done with the others.

"It's about (Y/N)."

"What about him?" Joe asked, attempting to keep a calm and cool mask. Love dug her teeth into the inside of her cheek, fingers tapping against the island.

"I... I think I love him, Joe." She whispered and felt a weight lift off her shoulders. "No, I'm... I'm obsessed with him." She added just as quietly.

"Are you serious?" Joe stared at her, a wave of surprise washing over him. When the brunette nodded, Joe pushed himself away from the island and turned, listening to her panicked calls for him. Removing the painting and reaching into the little nook he had created, he pulled out the book and returned to the kitchen.

His wife blinked, brows furrowing. "W-What is that?"

"Guess." Joe answered, lifting the top off and pushing it toward her. Hesitantly, Love peered inside and reached in to pull out the silver ring. Her lips parted when she remembered having seen you wear it the day you had met Joe.

"Joe... Does this mean...?" Love trailed off, meeting her husband's eyes.

"Yes."

They had nothing to fear from each other. They could learn to share, learn to love you equally. They could plan together. They could finally have you all to themselves.

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ndcgalitzine · 1 year ago

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Harker tells me I'm to frame you for the murder. That's absurd. They can't. The police commissioner's son is my alibi. No, the commissioner's son has just signed a sworn affidavit denying he was with you. I'm the one that made him sign it. I had no choice. Charlotte and Polly... And, you've come to arrest me. I'm here to tell you to run. Henry... There isn't much time. Leave! You're free to go anywhere you want and live- We'll fight them! No, no! Your stubbornness will get you killed! You'll have the establishment against you. Nobody will believe you, and you will be murdered in prison before you can be a martyr.

BODIES (2023) | 1.06 'The World Is Yours'

#Bodies #Netflix Bodies #bodiesedit #tvedit #lgbtedit #perioddramaedit #bodiestvdaily #Alfred Hillinghead #Henry Ashe #Kyle Soller #George Parker #*#did I spend about 9 hours making this gifset???#yes #yes I did!

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 3 months ago

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🎃 Kinktober 2024: Siren Song

Siren Song: The ship you are on while pretending to be boy breaks apart in a storm, your saviors are not what you expected. Like, at all.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material, MFM, MMF

To Note: Octo!Morpheus + MermanHob Gadling x AFAB!Reader

Prompt: Tentacles

Word Count: ~6.9k

The storm roars around you, a beast of wind and water. Waves repeatedly slam against the wooden hull of the ship, sending sprays of saltwater into your face. You grip the thick rope tighter, your knuckles white under the strain. The captain barks orders from the helm, his voice barely cutting through the chaos.

"Reef the mainsail!" he shouts, pointing toward the mast.

You scramble toward the rigging, feet slipping on the slick deck. Rain lashes at your face, blurring your vision. You reach the base of the mast and began to climb, hand over hand, each movement deliberate and forced against your inner voice shouting at you to take cover. The wind howls louder as you ascend, whipping your clothes against your skin.

"Faster, Henry!" one of the crew yells below you, his face shadowed with worry and exertion.

The sails flaps wildly above you, like great wings struggling to break free. You reach the top and started to tie down the sail with deft fingers, ignoring the sting in your palms from the rough rope. The ship groans beneath you, creaking under the weight of each monstrous wave.

"Watch out!" someone bellows.

You glance down just in time to see a massive wave cresting over the side of the ship. It crashed onto the deck, sweeping several crew members off their feet and washing them toward the railing. Heart pounding, you finished securing the sail and began your descent.

Your boots hit the deck hard as you landed, sending a jolt through your legs. The storm showed no sign of relenting. You made your way to help a fellow sailor who had been thrown against a barrel, dazed but conscious.

"You alright?" you asked, grabbing his arm to pull him to his feet.

He nodded, wiping blood from his forehead where he'd hit it.

"We've gotta secure those crates," he said, pointing to a stack of cargo shifting dangerously with each roll of the ship.

Together, you hurry over to stabilize them. The deck is a chaotic dance of men and water; every step had to be calculated or risk being thrown overboard. Lightning splits the sky in jagged streaks, illuminating faces drawn tight with fear and determination.

The captain's voice cuts through again: "Brace for impact!"

Another wave loomed ominously ahead. You barely have time to grab onto a rope before it hit. The force lifts you off your feet for a moment before slamming you back down. Your chin takes the brunt of your fall before you are able to catch the rest of your body.

"Henry! Get inside and report our position," the captain bellows over the howl of the storm. You don't bother replying, knowing your voice will never cut through the screams of the storm. You just go.

You stumble toward the hatch, your legs unsteady beneath you. The storm's fury makes every step a battle. You grip the edge of the hatchway and haul yourself down into the relative safety of the ship's interior. The noise outside is muffled but still ever-present, a constant reminder of the chaos above.

Inside, lanterns swing wildly from their hooks, casting eerie shadows on the wooden walls. The air is thick with the smell of saltwater and sweat. You make your way to the navigation room, where the ship's maps and instruments are kept.

The navigator, an older man with a grizzled beard, looks up as you enter, his eyes wide with concern.

"Henry, what's our position?" he asks without preamble.

You move quickly to the charts spread out on the table, your fingers tracing lines and markings as you calculate your location. The ship rocks violently, nearly throwing you off balance, but you steady yourself and continue your work.

"We're just north of Dead Man's Reef," you say, your voice steady despite the turmoil outside.

The navigator nods grimly. "We'll need to steer clear of it. The captain's orders?"

"Hold course for now," you reply. "Still going to Barbados… but we need to be ready to adjust if things get worse."

The navigator grunts in acknowledgment and turns back to his instruments. You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. The ship groans again, a low, ominous sound that seems to vibrate through your bones.

Suddenly, a loud crash echoes from above, followed by shouts and hurried footsteps. Your heart races as you rush back up the ladder to the deck. Emerging into the storm once more, you see a large section of the mainmast has splintered and fallen across the deck.

Crew members scramble to clear the debris and secure what's left of the mast. You spot the captain near the helm, his face set in a grim expression as he barks orders to keep control of the ship.

"Henry! Get over here!" he calls out when he sees you.

You weave through the chaos to reach him.

"We need more hands on that rigging," he says, pointing to where several crew members struggle with ropes and sails flapping wildly in the wind.

You nod and rush over to help. Together with the others, you fight against the storm's relentless force, pulling ropes taut and securing what you can. Your muscles ache with effort but there's no time for rest.

You pull on the ropes, your muscles burning with the effort. The storm's fury is unrelenting, each gust of wind threatening to tear the sails apart. You grit your teeth, focusing on the task at hand.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see a crew member struggling with a particularly stubborn knot. You shout above the wind, "Need help?"

He nods frantically, and you move to assist him. Together, you manage to secure the line just as a deafening crack splits the air. You look up in time to see a large piece of the broken mast flying through the storm-tossed air.

It happens in an instant. The jagged wood slams into your chest with a force that knocks the breath from your lungs. Pain explodes through your body as you're lifted off your feet. For a moment, you're weightless, suspended in the chaotic whirlwind of rain and wind.

Then gravity takes hold, and you plummet over the side of the ship. The world spins around you, a blur of dark water and flashing lightning. The warm sea rises up to meet you, and you crash into its depths with a bone-jarring impact.

Your consciousness flickers back to life like a guttering candle. Warm water laps at your skin, the sound echoing softly in your ears. You try to move but pain sears through your chest and you groan.

Hands are tearing at your clothes. You struggle to focus, blinking rapidly against the light filtering through a grotto's entrance. Someone's ripping open your shirt, revealing the tightly bound corset beneath. Panic surges through you as you realize what this means.

"No... stop," you manage to croak, weakly trying to push the hands away.

"Easy now," a soothing voice cuts through your panic. "You're safe."

The words are gentle, almost melodic, and they help calm the storm of fear inside you. The hands move with practiced ease, loosening the bindings that have hidden your true form for so long. The pressure on your chest eases as the corset is peeled away, and you draw in a shaky breath.

"Who... who are you?" Your voice trembles, but you're too weak to keep it steady.

"Rest now," he says, his tone calming and sure. "You're injured."

You finally manage to look up at him through bleary eyes. His face is rugged but kind, framed by damp hair that clings to his skin. There's something otherworldly about him, something that doesn't quite fit with what you've known.

Your vision swims, and you're vaguely aware of his hands moving to support your head as he continues speaking in that same reassuring tone.

"Everything will be fine. Just rest."

The last thing you see before darkness takes you again is his serene expression and the glint of scales where legs should be.

You awaken to the sound of a soft song, a melody that seems to wrap around your mind and cradle it. The tune is ethereal, weaving through your consciousness and making you feel strangely at ease despite the throbbing pain in your chest.

Your body feels limp, weightless, and you realize you're floating in warm water. You try to move but find yourself unable to muster the strength. Instead, you lie there, cradled by something soft and comforting.

Opening your eyes, you see tendrils—dark and fluid—holding you gently. They shimmer in the dim light of the grotto, moving with a life of their own. Panic bubbles up inside you, but the song keeps it at bay, soothing your fear and urging you to relax.

Voices drift through the air, breaking through the haze of the song.

"Quite a find," says one voice, calm and measured.

"Indeed," replies another voice, this one warmer and filled with curiosity. "A gift, perhaps."

You struggle to focus on their words, but the song keeps pulling you back into its lullaby. You manage to catch glimpses of their faces—one pale with eyes like distant stars and another rugged yet kind.

"Will they survive?" The warmer voice again, tinged with concern.

"They will," comes the assured reply. "For now."

The words swirl around you as your eyelids grow heavy once more. The melody seems to intensify, each note wrapping around your consciousness like a silken thread.

You feel yourself slipping back into unconsciousness, the voices fading into the background as darkness takes over once more. The last thing you sense is the gentle caresses of those strange tendrils and the lingering notes of that haunting song.

You waken to soft touches on your body, each caress sending shivers through your skin. Your mind feels clouded, wrapped in a haze as you float in the warm water. You struggle to piece together where you are, what has happened, but the fog in your head refuses to lift.

Hands—gentle yet firm—work to pull the remnants of your clothes from your body. You try to resist, to pull away, but your limbs feel heavy and unresponsive. Panic flickers at the edges of your consciousness but is quickly smothered by the overwhelming sense of calm that permeates the air.

As the last of your clothes are removed, you become acutely aware of how exposed you are. Naked and vulnerable, you try once more to pull yourself out of the daze, but it's as if an invisible force keeps you docile and compliant.

A face appears above you, framed by damp hair that clings to his forehead. His eyes are kind yet filled with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat.

"I'm Hob," he says softly, his voice is soothing against your frayed nerves. He holds you against his body, the warmth of his skin contrasting with the coolness of the water. "You're safe now."

You try to speak, but no words come out. Your mouth moves soundlessly as you gaze up at him, searching for any sign that this is real and not some fevered dream. Hob's face inches closer, his breath warm against your skin. You feel his laughter more than you hear it, a rumble in his chest that vibrates through your body.

"What? You’ve never seen a merman before?" His voice carries a teasing note, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

Your mind struggles to process his words, the fog of pain and confusion making everything feel distant and surreal. You manage to shake your head slightly, your voice barely more than a whisper. "No… I haven’t."

He chuckles again, the sound light and comforting in the strange stillness of the grotto. "Well, there's a first time for everything."

His fingers brush against your temple, gentle and reassuring. You can feel the strength in his touch, tempered by a surprising tenderness. "You're lucky I found you when I did," he says, his tone turning more serious. "The sea isn't kind to those who can't fend for themselves."

You try to move again, but your body refuses to cooperate. A groan escapes your lips as pain flares up in your chest.

"Easy now," Hob soothes, his hands steadying your body against his in the water. "You've been through quite an ordeal, try not to move. Let us take care of you."

"Us?" you question with a scratchy voice. Tentacles slither across your body from behind, cradling and caressing you as you gasp.

"You've forgot to introduce me, my love," a deep timbre comes from behind you. Your breathing quickens and your head slowly turns to look over your shoulder. Behind you is an inhumanely beautiful creature. He has eyes full of stars, dark black hair, and shimmering pearl white skin… and a mass of tentacles where his legs should have been.

"What are you?" you ask before you can help yourself. You feel the soft caress of his fingertips on your bare shoulder. The touch is feather-light, but it sends a jolt through you, as if you've been struck by lightning. You turn to look at him in Hob's arms, your eyes wide with a mixture of fear and awe. He was so beautiful.

"I am Dream of the Endless," he says, his voice a melody that is almost hauntingly beautiful. “But you may call me Morpheus,” his eyes, a pair of distant stars, hold yours with an intensity that makes it impossible to look away. You still have no idea who he is. Your mind doesn't care.

Morpheus moves closer, his body brushing against yours, and you feel a shiver run down your spine as you're sandwiched between the two beings. His words echo in your mind, "You are ours now, and you will never have to hide your exquisite body ever again." The declaration makes a quiver of fear run through your body. But you can't react, your body melting within their grasps.

Morpheus' hand slides along your side, his touch cool against your feverish skin. His fingers trace the curve of your hip, and you can't help but squirm at the sensation. His eyes never leave yours, holding your gaze with an intensity that makes your heart race.

Then, he lowers his mouth to your neck, his lips brushing against your skin. You feel the flick of his tongue, a warm, wet caress that sends shivers cascading down your body. His kisses are soft at first, exploring the sensitive skin of your neck, each touch sending jolts of pleasure through you.

You react perfectly for them, your body arching into Morpheus' touch as a moan escapes your lips. Your hands instinctively reach out, grasping at Hob's bare shoulders for support as undiscovered pleasure blooms within your body.

Hob watches the flickering emotions on your face with a heated gaze, his eyes dark with desire. He was jealous that Morpheus could make you react so beautiful. So he reaches up, his hand cupping your cheek in a gentle yet firm grip. His fingers thread through your hair, pulling your head towards his.

Hob's mouth meets yours with a surprising gentleness, his lips warm and soft. The kiss is slow at first, exploratory, as if he's savoring the moment just as much as you are. Your mind races, struggling to process the sensations flooding through you. Your body responds instinctively, lips parting slightly as you yield to his touch.

At the same time, Morpheus continues his assault on your neck and shoulder. His kisses are more insistent, each press of his lips making you squirm just a bit more. His hands move with a deliberate slowness, fingers tracing the contours of your chest with a feather-light touch. Each caress ignites a fire within you, your skin tingling under his ministrations.

You whimper into Hob's mouth, the sound muffled by the intensity of the kiss. Your inexperience is laid bare, each gasp and shudder a testament to your virginal innocence. Hob deepens the kiss, his tongue brushing against yours in a way that makes your knees weak. The sensation is overwhelming, a dizzying blend of pleasure and desire that leaves you breathless.

Morpheus' hands roam lower, his touch igniting new sparks of sensation with each pass. His fingers dance over your nipples, drawing soft moans from your lips that Hob eagerly swallows. Your body arches into Morpheus' touch, craving more of the delicious friction he provides.

Every movement is heightened by your lack of experience, each touch and kiss more intense than anything you've ever imagined. The pleasure builds inside you like a rising tide, threatening to sweep you away in its current.

You whimper again as Hob's lips leave yours to trail kisses along your jawline. The loss of contact makes you ache for more, but Morpheus is there to fill the void. Morpheus' tentacles swirl around your legs, their touch both unexpected and stealing your attention. Each gentle stroke sends ripples of pleasure up your thighs, your body responding with a fervor you've never known.

His hand then slips deftly between your legs, the contact making you gasp. The shock of the unfamiliar sensation makes your heart pound in your chest. You've never been touched there before, never even considered it. Yet here you are, lost in a sea of newfound desires, your body awakening to sensations you never knew existed.

Hob's mouth returns to yours, drawn by your sweet sounds to assault your lips once more, his tongue teasing and tantalizing as he explores the depths of your kiss. His hands roam across your body, fingers tracing the lines of your chest and stomach, each touch a spark that ignites the fire burning within.

Morpheus' tentacles, with a life of their own, find their way to Hob's tail. They slide over the scales, stroking and teasing, as they inch closer to the notch nestled at the base of his tail. You feel the subtle vibrations of Hob's moans against your lips as the merman squirms in Morpheus' grasp, his own pleasure adding to the erotic symphony that envelops you all.

The Dream Lord's fingers continue their exploration, his touch light yet insistent as he navigates the slick folds he finds between your legs. A bolt of pleasure shoots through you as he strokes a particularly sensitive spot, your body arching into his touch as a cry is torn from your throat.

Hob pulls back from the kiss, his eyes dark with desire as he watches your face contort with pleasure. His hand joins Morpheus' between your legs, his fingers sliding against the Dream Lord's in a gesture that is both intimate and arousing. The dual sensation of their touch is overwhelming, each movement sending waves of ecstasy crashing over you.

Morpheus' tentacles delve deeper into Hob's notch, stroking and probing with an expertise that leaves the merman trembling in your arms. His cries of pleasure mingle with yours, a chorus of need and desire that fills the grotto with its intensity.

Your body moves of its own accord, writhing against their hands as you chase the elusive peak of pleasure. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, your heart pounding in time with the rhythm of their touch. The world around you fades into insignificance as you give yourself over to the relentless pursuit of ecstasy. The grotto, the storm, your former life—all are forgotten in the face of the overwhelming passion that consumes you.

As the first tremors of release begin to ripple through your body, you surrender to the tide of pleasure, allowing yourself to be swept away by the powerful currents of desire. Your cries echo off the stone walls of the grotto, a symphony of evidence supporting your climax as you shatter into a thousand pieces in their capable hands.

Floating there, your body still humming with the aftershocks of your release, you watch through half-lidded eyes as Morpheus withdraws his touch from the sensitive notch at the base of Hob's tail. The merman shudders, a low moan escaping his lips as the Dream Lord's tentacles slip away, leaving him aching for more.

Morpheus turns his attention back to you, his starry eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to the fluttering pulse in your neck. His lips linger on your skin, the sensation sending a fresh wave of shivers through your body.

"Would you like the pleasure of having her first?" Morpheus asks, his voice a low purr that resonates deep within your chest.

You feel Hob's body tense against yours, his eyes darkening with desire as he looks at you. His hand, still resting between your legs, gives a gentle squeeze, a silent reminder of the pleasure he can give you.

"I think that would be more than fair," Hob responds, his voice husky with need.

You can only just quiver where you float in their arms, your mind struggling to process their words. The idea of being "had" by either of these immortal beings is terrifying, but your body betrays your confusion with a fresh surge of arousal.

Morpheus chuckles, the sound like the rustling of silk against your senses. "I thought you might agree," he says, his eyes never leaving your face. His fingers trace the line of your jaw, the touch feather-light but filled with a dark promise that makes your heart race. You feel Hob shift slightly, his body tensing as he moves into position. The anticipation is almost too much to bear.

Hob's cock emerges from his notch, the thick length slipping out in a slither to press against your folds with desirous curisosity. Your body responds instinctively, your hips arching towards him even as a flicker of fear runs through you. You've never done this before—never been touched like this—but Hob's is reassuring.

"Easy, precious," Hob soothes you, leaning forwards to press his forehead against yours. "We'll go slow."

You feel the blunt head of Hob's cock nudge against your entrance, the sensation foreign and scary. Your breathing speeds up and you tremble while tears develop at the edges of your lashes. Hob hushes you, running his lips over yours to create electric pleasure along your trembling mouth.

As Hob's tentacle cock slithers through your folds and presses against your virgin entrance, you can't help but tense up. The fear of the unknown, the anticipation of pain, it all crashes over you like a wave. You cling to Hob, your nails digging into his shoulders.

Hob's eyes are soft, full of understanding and concern. He murmurs words of comfort, "shh, it's okay, love. We've got you."

With a tenderness that overshadows his strength, Hob begins to push inside you. There's resistance at first, a sharp sting that makes you gasp and your body stiffen. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, silent evidence the pain that blooms within you. Your lip wobbles. Yet Hob is patient, his movements slow and deliberate as he gives you time to adjust to the intrusion.

Morpheus' hands are there to comfort you, his touch a gentle contrast to the burning stretch between your legs. His fingers brush away the tears that escape down your cheeks, his starry eyes filled with a warmth that offers solace amidst the pain.

"Breathe, beloved," Morpheus whispers, his voice a distant echo that somehow manages to relax your body. "Let your body open up for him. For us, allow us to revere you in the ecstasy of bodily pleasure."

You draw in a shaky breath, forcing your muscles to relax as Hob continues his slow advance. The pain doesn't disappear, but it morphs into a dull ache that's more bearable. You feel yourself yielding to him, your body reluctantly accepting the thick length of his cock worming it's way further into your body.

Hob's lips find yours in a tender kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of your mouth in a silent plea for entry. You part your lips, welcoming the distraction as he explores the depths of your mouth with a passion that leaves you breathless.

As Hob begins to move within you, the discomfort gradually gives way to a new sensation. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through your veins, a stark contrast to the initial pain. You find yourself moving with him, your hips meeting his for more to the tingling pleasure that is slowly consuming you.

Morpheus' tentacles wind around your body, caressing your skin with a lover's touch. They explore every part of you, their movements synchronized with Hob's thrusts. A sucker finds the little space above where Hob's cock repeatedly plunges in and out and strokes.

Your breath hitches as Hob's cock thrusts deeper inside you, filling you in a way you've never experienced before. Any burning sensation that lingers disappears, replaced by a burgeoning pleasure that steals your breath. Each stroke of his cock sends shivers of delight coursing through your veins, your body responding instinctively to the rhythm of his movements.

Morpheus' sucker then latches onto your clit, the sensation jolting you with a bolt of electric pleasure. You gasp, your hips bucking involuntarily as it begins to suck in earnest. The relentless pull of his sucker drawing raw pleasure with Hob's steady thrusts drives your body to the edge, your body aching for the release of this unchained and thrashing pleasure.

You cry out, your voice echoing off the stone walls of the grotto. Your body is aflame with sensation, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. The dual sensations of Morpheus' sucker on your clit and Hob's cock inside you are almost too much to bear.

As if sensing your mounting pleasure, Morpheus chooses that moment to press a tentacle against Hob's ass. The merman stiffens, a groan torn from his throat as the Dream Lord begins to tease him with slow, deliberate strokes. You watch the play of emotions across Hob's face, the mixture of surprise and pleasure painting a vivid picture of his arousal.

Morpheus' tentacle pushes into Hob's ass, sliding within him to spur on both your pleasures. The merman cries out, his body shuddering in your arms as he's pleasured on both ends. The sight of him being fucked by Morpheus' tentacle while he's inside you is the most erotic thing you've ever seen. And you can feel the change.

You feel the ripple of pleasure as it passes through Hob's body, the sensation enhancing your own arousal. His thrusts become more erratic, each stroke of his cock, growing in size and throbbing harder, hitting new depths within you. The feeling is overwhelming, a maelstrom of pleasure that becomes too much for you.

Morpheus' tentacle moves in tandem with Hob's thrusts, the rhythmic fucking driving both you and Hob to the brink of madness. You try to thrash and squirm away from the painful pressure of pleasure burning away in your abdomen, but it's no use. Neither being plans on letting you go.

Hob's lips find yours in a desperate kiss, his tongue plundering your mouth as he loses himself in the pleasure. His body moves with a fervor that borders on desperation, each thrust of his cock teetering you closer and closer to collapse. Scales rub against your pelvis every time Hob ruts into your body, and with each thrust if feels as if his cock corkscrews within your body to draw out the most intense pleasure.

With a final, powerful thrust, Hob buries himself deep inside you. The sensation of his cock slithering and pulsing within your body triggers the pressure within your abdomen to finally burst, a cascade of pleasure that sweeps through you with the force of a tidal wave. A symphonic cry rips itself from your lips, pleasure rippling out from your pulsating and clenching cunt in waves.

At the same time, Morpheus' tentacle withdraws from Hob's ass, only to slam back in with a force that leaves the merman shuddering against your body and him moaning against your nearly paralyzed lips. Hob's eyes roll back in his head, a low moan escaping his lips as he succumbs to his own release, filling your body with an electric heat that makes you twitch and whimper.

The echoes of your climax still reverberate through your body as you go limp within Hob's embrace. His cock softens inside you, yet remains nestled within your folds, a warm reminder of the pleasure you've shared. You're dimly aware of Morpheus' tentacles withdrawing from your body, their absence leaving you feeling strangely bereft.

Hob holds you close, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he nuzzles your neck. You can feel his heart pounding in time with your own, the rapid beat gradually slowing as you both come down from the high of your shared ecstasy. The warmth of his seed inside you feels strange, yet comforting in its own way.

Morpheus' hands stroke your hair, your back, your sides—everywhere he can reach. His touch is gentle now, soothing after the intensity of your lovemaking. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering on your skin as he gazes down at you with a look of pure satisfaction.

"You were exquisite, beloved," he murmurs, his voice a low purr that sends shivers down your spine. "Next time, I wish to be the one to make you scream so deliciously."

Your body quivers at his words, the thought of experiencing such pleasure at his hands sending a fresh wave of arousal coursing through your veins. Yet even as your mind reels from the implications of his promise, Hob's voice cuts through the haze of your desire.

"Only if I get to fuck you, my love," he challenges, a wicked glint in his eye as he meets Morpheus' gaze over your shoulder.

A slow smile spreads across Morpheus' face, the stars in his eyes twinkling with amusement and anticipation. "A fair trade, I concur,” he agrees, his fingers tracing the curve of your cheek. "But for now, let us simply tend to our little human. We seem to have worn them out quite thoroughly."

You nestle closer to Hob, your body still sensitive from the intensity of your first sexual experience. Morpheus' arms encircle you both, his presence a comforting weight against your back. Together, the three of you float in the tranquil waters of the grotto, your bodies intertwined in a tangle of limbs, tentacles, and tail.

Your body is suspended in the water, held aloft by Morpheus' tentacles. They coil around your torso, your hips, your thighs—each one exerting just enough pressure to hold you in place without causing discomfort. His grip is firm yet yielding, a testament to his control over his own form.

Morpheus' tentacle cock, slick and unyielding, is buried deep within your cunt, its presence a constant reminder of his dominion over your body. With each undulation, it thrusts into you, stretching you in ways you never thought possible. Your stomach bulges with each thrust, the sight of it fascinating Morpheus as he watches his cock disappear into your body. One day he hopes to see you round with his and Hob's children.

You can feel the ripples of each movement throughout your entire being, a sensation that is both overwhelming and addictive. Your breath comes in short, sharp gasps as you struggle to adjust to the relentless fucking. Your body is a mass of nerve endings, each one singing with the electric charge of Morpheus' touch.

His tentacles find your nipples, the suction of their tips drawing the sensitive buds into tight peaks. You cry out as pleasure mingles with pain, the sensation sending jolts of electricity straight to your core. Each pull of his tentacles sends waves of pleasure coursing through your veins, the feeling so intense that it borders on the divine.

Your body writhes within his hold, a puppet dancing on the strings of desire. You are helpless against the onslaught of pleasure, your every movement dictated by the rhythm of his fucking. Your cries echo off the stone walls of the grotto, a symphony of ecstasy that fills the air with its intensity.

Babbling incoherent pleas, you can't tell if they're for Morpheus to stop or to never cease. Your mind is a whirlwind of sensation, each thrust of his cock pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You can feel the pressure building within you, a tide of pleasure that threatens to sweep you away.

Morpheus' starry eyes bore into yours, the silver depths swirling with a mixture of desire and satisfaction. He watches you with rapt attention, his gaze never wavering from your face as he continues his erotic assault on your body. Each gasp, each moan, each shiver that runs through your body only serves to fuel his arousal.

As his tentacle cock pistons in and out of your body, you can feel your orgasm building. It starts as a slow burn deep within your cunt, gradually growing in intensity until it threatens to consume you whole. Your body tenses, your muscles coiling like a spring as you teeter on the brink of release.

And then, with one final thrust, Morpheus sends you tumbling over the edge. Your body convulses, your back arching as the most intense pleasure you've ever experienced rips through you. Your screams of ecstasy echo off the stone walls, the sound a testament to the power of your climax.

As the waves of your orgasm begin to subside, Morpheus withdraws his tentacle cock from your body. You sag in his hold, your body limp and sated as you float there, surrounded by the warm waters of the grotto. His tentacles release their grip on your body, their tips sliding away from your nipples with a final, lingering caress.

He draws you to his chest and brushes his lips over the crown of your hair. You happily float in the Morpheus' embrace, the echoes of your cries still lingering in the air when the water stirs with the arrival of Hob. He surfaces beside you, a playful grin on his face as he holds up a string of fish. The sight of his catch makes your stomach rumble, a reminder that pleasure alone cannot sustain you. A rather piteous fact.

"Got started without me?" Hob teases, his gaze flicking between you and Morpheus. There's a twinkle in his eye that suggests he's not truly annoyed. The way his tail flickers beneath the water's surface betrays his arousal at the sight of you flushed and sated by Morpheus' attentions.

Morpheus merely smirks, the corners of his lips curling into a knowing smile. "Hob, my love, you are always welcome to join us. I am far from finished with our beloved." His voice is a low purr that sends a quiver running up your spine, a reminder of the pleasure he can wring from your body.

A whisper of rebellion escapes your lips, the words barely audible. "When do I get my turn?" Both men turn to look at you, their expressions softening at your question. You see the flicker of surprise in Morpheus' starry eyes, while Hob's grin widens.

"Later, love. Promise. Let us take care of you for now," Hob assures you, his voice warm and soothing. Morpheus echoes his sentiment, his tentacles stroking your skin with a lover's touch. "Patience, beloved. We have eternity to explore each other's bodies. For now, allow us to pleasure you in ways you've never imagined."

You can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment at their words, but it's quickly forgotten as Hob swims closer. He presses a kiss to your lips, his tongue teasing the seam of your mouth in a silent promise of the pleasure to come.

As you float, you watch with rapt attention as Hob moves behind Morpheus. His cock, slick and gleaming with the water's touch, slides free from its protective notch. You can't help but lick your lips at the sight of it, your body responding to the primal display before you.

Hob's eyes meet yours, a wicked glint in their depths as he positions himself behind the Dream Lord. You watch, entranced, as he grips Morpheus' hips and hick cock slithers itself into Morpheus' mess of tentacles. With a single, powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, his groan of pleasure echoing off the stone walls.

Morpheus' tentacle cock slithers toward you, its slick surface still glistening in the dim light from your earlier copulation. You part your lips obediently, your body instinctively understanding his silent command. The thick length of his cock slides past your lips, filling your mouth with its alien presence. You swirl your tongue around the bulbous head, eliciting a low moan from Morpheus' lips.

As Hob begins to move within Morpheus, the Dream Lord's tentacles find their way back to your body. They stroke your skin with a lover's touch, the suction cups on their tips teasing your sensitive flesh. One wraps around your thigh, pulling you closer, while another slides between the folds of your cunt.

You gasp around the girth of Morpheus' cock as his tentacle begins to fuck your mouth in earnest. Each thrust pushes him deeper into your throat, the sensation overwhelming yet strangely exhilarating. Your eyes water, your gasps for air mingling with the wet sounds of Morpheus' fucking.

Meanwhile, his other tentacles tease and toy with your cunt, their movements synchronized with the rhythm of Hob's thrusts. You can feel your arousal building, a slow burn that ignites in the pit of your stomach and spreads outwards to every nerve ending in your body.

As Hob's pace increases, his hips slapping against Morpheus' ass, you find yourself lost in the rhythm of their fucking. The sound of wet flesh meeting wet flesh fills the grotto, punctuated by the guttural moans and grunts that escape Morpheus' lips. His starry eyes are hooded, his mouth parted in a silent cry of pleasure as Hob claims him with wild abandon.

Morpheus' tentacles continue their erotic assault on your body, their movements growing more frenzied with each passing moment. His cock still fucking your mouth thrusts in time with Hob's strokes, the sensation of being filled so completely sending jolts of pleasure straight to your cunt which clenches. You can feel your body responding to their dominance, your arousal dripping down your thighs in a shameless display of your need.

The tentacle inside your cunt curls and twists, its slick surface rubbing against your sensitive walls with each thrust. You let out a muffled scream against Morpheus' slithering cock pressing against your throat. You can feel it exploring the depths of your body, its movements mimicking the rhythm of Hob's fucking. The sensation is a relentless tide of pleasure that threatens to sweep you away.

Your body trembles, your muscles clenching around tentacles while on the brink of release. You can feel the sharp pressure building within you, threatening to consume you whole. Your breath comes in short, sharp gasps around the girth of Morpheus' cock, the sound mingling with the wet slap of Hob's hips against Morpheus' mess of tentacles.

Morpheus' starry eyes lock onto yours, the silver depths swirling with a mixture of desire and satisfaction. He watches you with rapt attention, his gaze never wavering from your face as he continues his erotic assault on your body. Even as he grunts and moans. Each gasp, each moan, each shiver that runs through your body only serves to fuel his arousal.

Hob's thrusts grow more erratic, his body tensing with the approach of his climax, you can feel your own orgasm cresting. It starts as a slow burn deep within your cunt, gradually growing in intensity until it threatens to consume you whole. Your body tenses, your muscles now rippling.

And then, with one final thrust, Hob sends you all tumbling over the edge. His cock pulses within Morpheus' ass, the sensation triggering the Morpheus' own release. His tentacle cock swells within your mouth, a flood of warm, salty fluid spilling down your throat as he comes with a low, guttural moan.

The taste of him, combined with the sight of Hob and Morpheus lost in their own pleasure, pushes you over the edge. Your body convulses, your back arching as the most intense pleasure you've ever experienced rips through you.

As the last waves of your orgasm ripple through you, your body goes limp, floating in the warm embrace of the grotto's waters. Hob and Morpheus, sated and spent, hold you close, their breaths gradually slowing to match the rhythm of your own. The taste of Morpheus still lingers on your tongue, a reminder of the pleasure you've shared.

Yet, as the haze of your climax begins to clear, a flicker of dissatisfaction stirs within you. You've been the recipient of their desires, a vessel for their pleasure, but now, you find yourself yearning for more. You want to be an active participant, to explore and to take what you crave.

With a newfound sense of determination, you push against Morpheus' chest, creating enough distance to meet his starry gaze. "I demand my turn," you assert, your voice echoing off the stone walls. The words hang in the air, a declaration of your own needs and desires.

Hob, still buried inside Morpheus, raises an eyebrow at your proclamation. A slow grin spreads across his face, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Demanding, are we?" he teases, his hips giving a playful thrust that elicits a low moan from Morpheus.

Morpheus' eyes, soften at your words, a look of understanding crossing his alien features. "Of course, beloved," he murmurs, his voice a low purr that sends shivers down your spine. "We have indulged in our desires, and now, it is your turn to take the lead." You'd make them regret torturing you for their own delights.

Date Published: 10/8/24

Last Edit: 10/8/24

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Time off the track (Lance Stroll)

Lance and Y/N enjoy having a long weekend off

Note: english is not my first language. I get all fluttery when I write these pieces! Had some trouble finding friends names (they're very private, and I respect that) so I just made up my own.

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"Sweetheart", Lance called from his spot on the sofa once he heard you arrive back home from work. "In a minute, just need to take these things off my feet", he heard you chuckle before the small creek from the cabinet where you stored your shoes.

"I'm here!", you walked inside, Lance's eyes doing his overall check-up. He didn't notice he was doing it until Henry pointed it out for him in the last race weekend you went to, but apparently the minute you showed up after being somewhere out of his sight, your husband's eyes checked you out from head to toe, looking for any signs of discomfort and then focusing on your babybump, usually bringing a smile to his lips.

"Sit here, I want a cuddle while I tell you my suggestion", he opened his arms, letting you wiggle around and into a comfortable position.

"Oh, what suggestion?", you wondered after you pecked his lips.

"The guys want to have spend the next weekend doing something fun together. It's a long weekend and it would nice spending time together", he explained, hand coming up to your bump and rubbing the skin under the cotton fabric of your shirt.

"That sounds good, actually. A weekend away that doesn't involve racing", you mumbled.

"There's actually a race, still. They want to go to Texas and watch", Lance offered, not wanting to keep you in the dark.

"What I meant was you wouldn't be racing, so we will be travelling all together and I have you to myself still", you wiggled your eyebrows, "and Texas is a really good idea, me and baby have been craving BBQ", you smirked.

"Other than seeing the race, we can just explore the area a bit, see what comes up and what people recommend we do", Lance added, "it will be good to take a few days off".

"Yes, enjoy the sun, good food, good company. Sounds good to me", you smiled sweetly, kissing his cheek and carrying on talking about each of your days.

The group consisted of you, Lance, Anna and her partner Michael, Mark and his wife Evie, Benjamin and Theo, arriving on time like scheduled to the airport, "how are we all feeling on this fine early morning?", Benjamin was the first to speak once you found yourselves by the gate.

"Could've done with a little bit more sleep, if I'm honest", Evie groaned into her husband's shoulder, "but otherwise very excited".

"Me too! Can't wait to feel some sun in my face", you smiled, taking off your jacket since you were feeling hot and giving everyone a show of your baby bump.

"Oh, it's so cute, Y/N! You look great!", Anna gasped, hands in front of her mouth as she got closer to you, "you're glowing!".

"And I also have these sexy things", you lifted your pants to show the compression socks the doctor recommended you wear whenever you boarded flights. You always travelled in comfy clothes, having learned over the years that any other way was simply not the way to go, so you had on a loungewear tracksuit, the flowy pants matching the equally roomy sweater.

"Doctor's orders?", she wondered and you nodded, "I already have issues as it is before getting pregnant, so it wasn't like I didn't expect it. You get used to them after a while", you said, checking to see if everyone was ready to walk to the plane once they checked your passports.

"Would you like something to drink before we take off?", the flight attendant wondered, taking orders from everyone, "could you please get us a bottle of water?", Lance asked, knowing you would forget about it.

"I was going to drink it", you teased, accepting the cup and drinking its content, "I remember what the doctor said", you smiled.

By the time you had been flying for a quarter of the expected time for the whole flight, you got up, walking along the small corridor while rubbing your bump.

"Is this a runway competition? Because we don't stand a chance when you look like that", Theo hyped you up, making you giggle as you exaggerated your walk for a few seconds before feeling your daughter kick.

"Doctor said to keep moving, since the socks can only do so much, and she's been kicking like crazy", you added, tapping the spot over your bellybutton where she seemed to kick harder.

"Hey! If she's kicking, I get privileges!", Lance called, making you stop in front of him as he places his palm where your hand was.

"Do you guys want to go get ready for the pool? I don't feel like doing much else today", Anna suggested, earning nods from everyone before you split into your rooms.

"Lance!", you called, seeing your husband come back from the balcony, "I think I need help taking these off, I can't bend properly", you blushed, not feeling strong enough to pull the socks away from your legs.

Chuckling, he bent down, kneeling on the floor so he could help you, massaging the skin and kissing your calves, "do they feel good?", he asked.

"Thank you", you groaned, wiggling your toes, "yes, it's a nice feeling, I might actually take these up after little one joins us, but they're a pain to get out", you offered, kissing his forehead and helping him get up, "let's go and enjoy the sunny day!", you cheered.

After getting ready, you met the rest of the group by the pool, the guys already in the water while the girls preferred to stay in the sun.

"Are you going us or joining them?", Michael wondered, "I'm going in the water, I've had enough of cold, gloomy days", you said, finding the steps so you could ease into the water. Taking off the cover up and throwing it to your chair, everyone's eyes travelled to your uncovered bump.

"Come here", Lance stretched his arms and beckoned you to approach him, chest and hair dripping wet since he had jumped in. Wrapping your arm around his waist, his right hand went to your bump immediately, "does he ever unlatch from your bump? Or is he always keeping his girls within arm reach distance?", Benjamin chuckled. It was all friendly banter and he was genuinely happy for his friends.

"A good mix of both", you confessed, "It's all new territory and we're going through all of this together. Besides, I've been feeling very clingy and wanting to start nesting, so I'm probably the one attached to him", you blushed.

"I want to float for a bit, your sister said that the best thing she did for her back pain when she was pregnant was relieve the pressure by being in the water", you held your husband's hand, getting ready to let yourself fall on your back.

"We're standing by here just in case you start sinking down like a nail", Mark noted with a giggle, making the boys do a circle around you and Lance as you kicked your legs up.

After a few moments of finding your balance, gravity and all things physics worked as your bump and chest rose up, poking out of the water while you floated, "Y/N! This is such a cute pick! Little one with all her uncles protecting you both!", Evie exclaimed, getting her phone and snapping a few pictures at the moment.

"Now move away, I want to snap a few of just Y/N, she looks glorious", she complimented as the boys swam away, "gorgeous, mama, absolutely gorgeous".

"It feels good", you moaned, "I feel so light weight, like, feather-light", you smiled when you saw Lance look back at you, "we can look into it when we go back home, anything to make you more comfortable, sweetheart", he said, kissing your lips before he held your ankles, moving your body as you giggled, not noticing Evie recording the video she claimed was "for when the little princess grows up and wants to know what love is". Her parents would be the best example and this one of the many moments to show it.

When you got back to the lounging chairs, carefully rubbing sun protection cream on before laying down, the boys started playing Padel in the court the house you rented had, shouts and groans heard while you and the girls got some colour on your skin.

"They're just little boys sometimes, aren't they?", Anna noted, seeing Lance and her boyfriend bicker about a foul.

"In some ways, I guess, but it's good they have eachother to spend time with, Goodness knows I won't play that", Evie sneered, "would you, Y/N?".

"What? Play Padel?", they nodded, "I've played with Lance before, with the other drivers and their partners. I'm not that great, but I'm not nearly as competitive as them, so I just play for the fun of it. Lance was kind enough to invite me out of it when he Charles were fighting for the first place in their Driver's Padel Championship", you chuckled.

"I love these dresses on you", Lance complimented, his hand grabbing yours and twirling you around, smiling when you faced him again and kissing your forehead.

"Thank you, my love", you added, seeing Michael return with the passes for the race, "we're all set guys, c'mon!", he nudged, handing everyone their pass before you walked to the entrance, a couple of photographers taking pictures and a group of fans asking Lance for autographs.

"That's where we will be", you pointed to the hospitality, walking in and choosing somewhere to sit. While you, Evie and Anna enjoyed this racing series, you were planning to stay on sofas while the boys were standing against the balcony railing so they could watch the race.

Throughout the weekend, you couldn't help but notice how Lance had been having so much fun with the boys, making a mental note to do these things more often when you had the opportunity.

He said something and loudly laughed, bringing your attention to him before your daughter made herself known, "it's daddy, I know", you smiled, rubbing your bump.

"She always kicks when he laughs?", Evie cooed, "My goodness, if you two don't stop being so cute, I'm next", she let out a groan.

"Yes, or when he speaks to the bump very closely. The books say she's able to recognise his voice, and it's very cute", you smiled, "although the bigger she gets, she'll soon start kicking my bladder".

"Wooo-ooh!", Lance said as you assumed the race was going well, looking back to check on you and blowing you a kiss.

The vineyard was truly stunning and, despite not taking part in the wine tasting for obvious reasons, you were having a great time.

"Are you also having lunch here? Our chef has done an excellent tasting menu", the young woman offered.

"We already have BBQ booked", Lance stated, "since my wife can't drink right now, we're giving her one of her pregnancy cravings. Maybe next time we visit", he nodded.

When you arrived at the restaurant, you were guided to the table, placing your things down and looking at the menu.

"Can you order for me, please? I really have to go to the bathroom", you wondered as Evie said she was going with you.

When the waiter came back, to the table, he started taking everyone's order, tapping on the iPad as they went along the table, "Can you just make sure the meat is cooked through, please? My wife is pregnant", Lance told the waiter, "absolutely, sir", before he left.

"You really get a kick out of it everytime you say she's pregnant, don't you?", his friend teased, "don't get me wrong, I think it's cute actually", Mark smiled.

"Of course I do, the woman I love is having our baby", Lance cooed, seeing you walk to the table back from the bathroom.

"And she looks incredibly gorgeous while she does it!", Anna said, "she's glowing, really. You guys are going to be such great parents, can't wait to meet the little princess".

"Neither can we, but soon enough", you smiled, accepting Lance's hand and holding it in yours, "soon enough".

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