#so we’ll have to get another desk and another chair and take the bed out of there and maybe get a pullout sofa or something like that

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ok my anxiety has decreased since early morning

[mickyschumacher]

Hello how you doing today <3

Would you mind doing something like this with Hector fort (the barca player)

https://www.tumblr.com/mickyschumacher/739160829657759745/aphrodisiac-chocolates-%F0%9D%90%92%F0%9D%90%94%F0%9D%90%8C%F0%9D%90%8C%F0%9D%90%80%F0%9D%90%91%F0%9D%90%98-they-say-you

Thank you in advance ⭐️

[AFRODISÍACOS CHOCOLATES!]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: hector finally has a day off and all you're doing is studying. but hector's also learning: that good things come to those who wait. or in which you should've never let hector raid your pantry.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ (minors dni), protected sex (wrap it before you tap it), teasing, fingering, p in v, poor humour, poorly google translated spanish yet again, consumption of aphrodisiacs obviously, reader is a uni student // poorly proof-read as usual

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: hector fort x gf!fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3k

𝐀/𝐍: i think you requested this before and i promise i was doing it! i just kinda got sidetracked ngl. aphrodisiac chocolates was a hit so i really hope you like this one too! ♡︎

🏎️ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | ⚽️𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Between training and matches, there were such little time that Hector got to spend off. But on the times that he did, he’d always try to spend as much of it as possible with you. Even if that meant being cooped up in your bedroom, trying to convince you to stop studying.  

You could hear Hector let out a dramatic sigh, flailing on your mattress. You kept quiet, eyes furrowing while you focused on the task at hand. Mathematics was by far your worse subject. You couldn’t bear it. You hated it in 12th Grade, and you hated it now. But you had to understand it. As frustrating as it was, it was compulsory in order to get past your first semester in university. 

You plopped another piece of the chocolates Hector had found in your pantry as another sigh escaped into the air. Rolling your eyes, you read problem in your head. “Sighing isn’t going to make me study any faster.” 

Hector turned his head on your mattress, eyes fixated on the back of your figure. “This is so boring!” He exclaimed, leaning up from the bed. “I finally have a day off and I thought we could watch a movie or go to the park on this sunny day. But no. I’m sitting here eating chocolates and watching you study, cariño,” he groaned, annoyingly eating another piece of chocolate with his brows mended.  

“I told you yesterday that I was going to study. I also told you to go hang out with Gavi,” you retorted, punching in the numbers begrudgingly into your calculator. You could feel the dry stare of Hector’s from the back of your head.  

Hector stood up, pushing the ottoman from your vanity to your desk. He took a seat next you, pretending he didn’t see the playful glare from you. “Gavi is hanging out with his girlfriend. You know... like normal couples do.” 

“Whatever you say, cariño,” you mumbled, focusing on the next question.  

Hector huffed before leaning his head back and watching you from a small distance. He could see it on your face. Your determination. Your stubbornness. Your exhaustion. You had been at this for days, stressing about your upcoming test in two weeks. He was proud of you. Hector always was. Your joy in your education was inspiring. But you struggled to know when to stop.  

“Amor,” Hector called out, hand over your thigh. Successfully capturing your attention, he watched you turn your head towards him. He smiled, pushing a loose tress behind your ear. “Take a break with me,” he murmured.  

You smiled gently at the softness in tone. “That’s sweet of you, Hector. But I’m okay, hmm?” 

Hector’s shoulders slumped while his head tilted. He wasn’t giving up. “Please. Even for five minutes. We’ll just cuddle,” he offered.  

“I knew you had an ulterior motive,” you narrowed your eyes.  

Hector grinned. “I’m going to take that as a yes,” he stated before picking you up from your chair.  

A yelp escaped your mouth. Your room spun momentarily over Hector’s shoulder before you both landed on your bed. You let out a small groan, trying to make the world stand still in front of you.  

Hector could only smile, hand around your waist, holding you close to him. He felt impossibly warm, heat surging through your own skin. “How come you get more beautiful every time I see you?” He whispered, hand reaching out to caress your face softly.  

You rolled your eyes, dismissing the small burn of heat flushing through your cheeks. “You need to spend less time with Gavi,” you retorted, snuggling further into him.  

Hector chuckled, pressing a small kiss to your warm cheek. “By the way,” he started, hand reaching over to find the box behind you, “Tell your madre I really like these! They’re so good. They’re in English. I can’t really... Aph–Aphro... di... si.. ac?”  

Your eyes widened almost instantly. Without thinking, you grabbed the box out of Hector’s hands, ignoring his small yell. Your eyes read the box of chocolates carefully.  

Warning: these chocolates contain a high level of aphrodisiacs. “Mierda,” you cussed.  

“¿Que?” Hector asked, slightly alarmed.  

“Afrodisíacos... they’re fucking afrodisíacos,” you whispered in disbelief.  

Hector blinked blankly for a moment. “¿Por qué coño tiene tu madre afrodisíacos en la despensa?” Why the fuck does your mum have aphrodisiacs in her pantry? 

You kneaded your brows in desperation. “¿Cómo coño voy a saberlo?” How the fuck would I know? 

Your mouth felt dry; your heart heavy. “I...” you didn’t know what to say. “How... how long do you think till they take affect?” 

It was an innocent question. One Hector could already feel the answer to.  

“Fuck,” he mumbled to himself, feeling his warm skin stick to yours. He could see your eyes dance in search of an answer. But he also didn’t know what to say.  

You pursed your lips, skin tingling while your stomach churned. You breathed deeply. “Do you think... do you think we can wait it out?” 

Hector had heard of aphrodisiacs from some of the older team members. Something about how they change your life forever. He had also heard that they can take hours to come off.  

He blinked, teeth gnawing at his lips. “I...” his voice strained, dark eyes raking over you, “I don’t know if I can wait that long.”  

You sucked in a sharp breath, a shiver crawling up your body. Quietly you watched him move himself over your body, momentarily hovering over you. Hector stared at you intently, leaning closer to you as his hands trailed down the curve of your neck.  

Hector smiled to himself, catching you close your eyes briefly. “Can you?” He asked with a soft whisper against your skin, lips only inches away from your own.  

Once again, your mouth felt dry. Hector had the ability to do that – to make you speechless.  

You searched his eyes, taking time to answer the question you already knew the answer to. It was a stupid question. The both of you knew it. The way you reacted to each other told you everything you needed to know.  

Your pointed stare made Hector grin. It was desperate and clouded, hazy with the need to be satisfied. “Come here, cariño,” he murmured.  

Before you could even think about it, your lips had found his, acting on their own. Your hands instantly flew to his jaw, kissing him deeply back, consuming him in as if you were starving. 

Your stomach felt like a bottomless pit, and you were on a rollercoaster as Hector’s hands edged to your waist, creeping under your shirt to feel your bare skin. His warm touch still elicited goosebumps across your body while you burned with an unjustifiable need to be close to him. Your quiet moans were muffled against his lips, shaky at the feel of his fingers rubbing soft circles into your skin. 

You could feel Hector pull you into him further, sitting you on his lap so you straddled him while the comfort of your duvet left your body. Momentarily he pulled away from your lips, feeling his breath slip away at the sight of your hair loose around your flushed face. You looked perfect.  

“Beautiful,” he murmured against you, placing a small kiss on your jaw.  

Your eyes fluttered shut, a shiver crawling down your body. You sighed out, “Gracias, guapo.” Thank you, handsome.  

Hector breathed in upon the feel of your hands travelling up his neck to hold his face. Your touch left a trail of fire that made his grip around your waist tighten.  

He could see you tense. He knew you could feel it. 

The way he was pressing into you... you could feel all of it.  

The intoxication of the aphrodisiacs was only making it worse. You felt impossibly warm between your legs. Hector’s bulge through his shorts was pressing into you in all the right places. Every second that passed, you were unsure of how soaked you were down there. 

“Hector,” you called out... more like a plead if anything. His eyes snap to yours and you could see it. The final thread of restrain. Waiting... praying... that the next words that fell from your mouth would allow him to devour you in any way possible.  

Hector hummed hoarsely, hands running down your waist to your thighs, grabbing the ample flesh with a strained grip. He made a poor attempt of holding back the grunt in his throat as your hips flexed over his bulge. He brought his head to your forehead, breathing uneven. “What do you want, cariño?” 

Hector sucked in a sharp breath when you grabbed his hand, guiding them further to the heat between your legs. His fingers danced on the edge of your shorts, slowly entering past the barrier. “I need you to touch me... please.” 

His head hung down instantly, ears skimming your ears. A moan fell from his lips as his fingers pushed past your waistband entirely, immediately finding the hot slick between your folds. Fuck, you were dripping for him.  

Instantly, you were cowering under his touch, back arching as Hector rubbed your pussy, collecting all your arousal to bring it over your clit. You shuddered at his tease, feeling his fingers trace over your searing lips.  

“Mierda,” you moaned out, hands flying to the back of his head, grasping onto his curls.  

You could feel the grin on Hector’s face while his other hand creeped under your shirt, palming your bare breasts.  

Hector hated when you studied. Not only was your attention not on him... he always knew you were braless. Something about how it distracted you. He could only internally laugh. Talk about distraction... 

“I love these, I always love these,” Hector breathed into your neck, circling your pebbled nipple slowly... teasingly before moving to your other breast.  

You let out a groan, bowing into his touch. Your begging was silent, but God was it deafening to his ears. You couldn’t help but grind down into his bulge while his fingers continued to tease you everywhere. 

A soft hiss fell from Hector’s lips. “Please give me some time, cariño,” he whispered against your skin. His fingers continued rub your wet folds. “I’m struggling...”  

His words trailed off, but deep down, you knew what he meant to say.  

He was struggling to keep control.  

His thumb pressed down on your clit, exactly where you wanted. You bucked your hips, head lolling down to meet his forehead once again. The soft pants from your mouth were falling faster than you could blink as Hector flicked his thumb.  

The action elicited a cry from your mouth, and he could only laugh softly and quietly. “¿Te sientes bien, princesa?” Feel good, princess? 

You could only moan out one word. More.  

Hector simply smiled, fingers slowly sliding down your core, garnering your full undivided attention as he pushed his finger into you.  

“Fuck,” you cursed, moving your hips on his finger. You could hear the sharp and long exhale from Hector’s lips before they pressed down your jaw, sucking your neck lightly.  

Reality began to fold when he slid in another finger, filling you so much you weren’t sure whether you were breathing. Your moans were loud enough to make you unconsciously thank whoever that the house was empty today. These fucking aphrodisiacs... they were going to be the end of you.  

“Come on, cariño,” Hector coaxed, impossibly tight under your hips.  

Your body twisted and writhed on his fingers, core tightening with every second that passed. You lifted your head, mouth planted on his while you grasped the edges of his lower lip. 

Hector groaned, pushing his fingers even further, hooking them exactly where they felt like bliss.  

You couldn’t help but yield your very being as Hector’s tongue swept past your own, consuming you from the inside. His fingers were torturously slow and hard as they pumped in and out of you. Every deep stroke got you closer and closer, building up the most ravenous desires within you.  

And yet that wasn’t what undid you. No. The way your name fell off Hector’s lips... strained and full of lust. 

The climax bubbled in your stomach, releasing a sharp crack of pleasure across your body while you cried out Hector’s name before he kissed you again like he could drink your sound as though he was parched.  

Hector watched you shudder in his grasp, stroking you slowly as the last few waves hit you till you felt like jelly in his arms.  

For a moment, you both said nothing, letting you come back to reality.  

“Guapo,” you murmured. You could hear the stiff hum from his. Most likely pained.  

You shifted slowly in his arms, ears picking up on the quiet rasp from his throat. You briefly stepped away with, cautious that his eyes were watching your every move. You leaned down, hands peeling away your shorts and underwear in one swift move.  

You might be crazy, but you could’ve sworn you’d seen his cock twitch in his shorts at the sight of you.  

“It hasn’t worn off yet?” You asked, tease and humour underlying your voice.  

Hector narrowed his eyes, messily taking off his own shorts. His dark eyes raked over you once again. He grabbed the wrapped condom packet in his wallet, still eyeing you as he tore it with his teeth. His jaw tightened as he slowly rolled the condom on, a low exhale falling from his lips. “Come here, cariño.” 

You both knew you could see the way you had clenched your thighs at the sight of his cock. Hard, swollen... aching. Your mouth was dry but in between your legs another story. Fuck... you wanted all of him in you now.  

Without even arguing you stepped towards him, feeling his arms immediately wrap around your body. Lifting you up, he slowly put you on your bed, letting the warm of your duvet morph around you.  

Hector didn’t say anything as he came over you, hovering while his eyes danced with yours. He poorly tried to hold in the shiver of your hands gliding over his neck and down his chest, touch lingering at his navel.  

Hector’s jaw clenched, cock twitching once again. “No more playing,” he managed to ground out. 

You could only meekly nod before he brought his lips to your, kissing you deeply while his hands glided over your body, landing on your backs of your thighs. He pulled you closer to him. He smiled in approval as you locked your legs around his back.  

Without any further delay, you could feel his cock align with your entrance, pushing in and in and into you with ease.  

You reminded yourself to breathe at the tight tingling sensation unfurling within your core. No matter how many times you were together like this... you could never seem to adjust to him. He was just so... filling. 

Momentarily, Hector stilled, letting you get used to him, peppering small kisses across your face and over your shirt. “You’re doing so well, princesa,” he praised, giving you a comforting smile.  

You smiled back, letting out a deep exhale. “I’m okay,” you nodded, signalling for him to move.  

Still, Hector pulled out only slightly, slowly thrusting back in, making sure you were entirely okay. He moaned quietly, feeling your walls quiver around him.  

His hands travelled to your face, moving your chin to ensure your eyes were on him. Hector rasped, pushing in deeper with the next thrust.  

“Mierda,” you cursed, eyes briefly shutting before the small nudge on your cheek kept them open. The pace began to pick up, making your hips crave for more as they ground harshly against his, squeezing any extra ounce of pleasure you could.  

It was dirty. The act, the words falling from your mouths, the sound of your sticky skin slapping against one another as Hector drove into you even faster... all on the bed you had been sleeping in since you were a little kid. But God... it felt so right.  

Your hands raked through his curls, eliciting a loud groan from Hector. You were undoing him.  

“You feel so fucking good, princesa,” Hector quietly cried out, head falling to your neck. The pleasure he was feeling... it was like no other. Sure... he was drugged up on some aphrodisiacs from damn chocolate out of all things. But the ecstasy he was feeling, it was like the small waves at the shore of the beach. Always coming in and out, teasing you.  

Both of your control was beginning to slip. Your body was burning and tightening once again. You could feel the sloppy kisses from Hector’s swollen lips litter your neck while his name fell from your lips, echoing a warning.  

“T-That’s it, cariño. Come for me... s-show me how good I make you feel,” Hector encouraged, sentence breaking into fragmented words.

The tightening coil in your stomach broke. Release tore through your body, heightening as Hector continued to drive deep into you, fast and hard, drawing out every waking sense in your body. A reminder of what only he could to do you.  

Hector’s groan felt like a scream against your ears. You clenched around his cock, churning his stomach. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you as close as he could. His hips mirrored his sentences, stuttering while his cock throbbed to spill himself into the condom.  

No moans were heard. Only both of your quiet pants filled the room. Your chests were heaving, racing to learn how to breathe normally again. You could feel Hector press a long kiss to your cheeks. “You did well, cariño.” 

You smiled thankfully, giving him a brief kiss on his arm. You nestled into the pillows, watching him carefully. The small smile, the peppering kisses, the lazy and idle hand roaming your skin... 

“You want to go again, don’t you?” 

Hector grinned. “Estúpidos bombones afrodisíacos.” 

Stupid aphrodisiac chocolates. 

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

[luveline]

If you're taking request for Spencer and Bombshell!reader I think it would be so incredibly adorable if they were both on the way to a case (or coming back) and their little baby Amanda was face timing them to say hi to them and the team 🥺🥺

“Video call for you, momma,” Penelope says, plonking a laptop down onto the desk in front of you, and then quickly being called away by Emily for help.

You ditch your pen immediately, nail scratching the laptop trackpad as you slide the cursor to ACCEPT. 

Amanda’s face fills the screen, a shy smile like her dad’s close to the camera, her eyes almost cut off by the top of the screen. 

“Amy, babe, you’re too close to the computer! I can’t see your lovely face.” 

Amy sits back in her chair. “Is this okay?” 

You take her in. You trust your babysitter to take good care of her, but nothing is as reassuring as seeing her unhurt and smiling. “Hi, baby.” 

“Hi mommy,” she greets. “Where’s daddy?” 

“He’s in the bathroom. Be back any minute. Are you being a good girl for Mrs. Gamorrah? How’s your tummy?” 

“I’m being good,” she says, ignoring the important question, “did you see my t-shirt?” She brings her shirt closer to the camera. She’s wearing her favourite pyjamas with the butterflies she had for her birthday, “Look, Mrs. Gamorrah got the soup stain gone.” 

You beam at her. You miss her like crazy when you’re not there. You and Spencer take turns staying home most of the time, and so being apart from her and knowing she doesn’t have Spencer to soften your absence makes it easier to worry about her, and harder to concentrate on the work. 

The door opens. You twist your head. 

Spencer’s drying his hands on a paper towel. “Is that Amy?” 

“Quick, she wants to see you.” 

Spencer hurries to the laptop, bending at the waist to see the screen and his impatient daughter. 

“Amy!” he says, like she’s the only person he’s ever wanted to see, voice enthused with his most dad-appropriate saccharine. “Hi, bunny, hi, hello. I miss you so much, are you okay? I miss you.” 

You tap his leg gently. Calm down. 

“Daddy, I am so happy, and I miss you too! We’re doing pictures.” She holds up a sheet of paper covered in crayon drawings. “Are you okay too?” 

“I’m great now I’m seeing you. I really miss you, sweetheart, I’m sorry we’re both away at work.” 

“It’s okay. Me and Mrs. Gamorrah are gonna have pizza and jiffy pop and soda tonight. It would be good with you, but it’s still fun.” 

“That’s good,” you say, putting your hand on the keys, wishing you could feel her soft arm in your hand, stroke her silken forehead. “We’re gonna be home soon. Maybe even tomorrow.” 

Spencer wraps his arm behind your shoulder. “Me and mom miss you so so much, and we’re so proud of you being a good girl at home. We’re gonna bring you a big present for being by yourself.” 

“I’m not by myself, dad, I have Mrs. Gamorrah. Plus, Uncle Morgan said he wants to take me and Hank swimming on Sunday.” 

“I’m sure we’ll be home before Sunday.” You smother your frown. Spencer kisses your cheek. 

“Give one for me, dad!” 

Spencer kisses you again. “That one good enough?” he asks. 

“Another one!” 

When you get home, you’re gonna spoil the death out of her. Like, worse than you’ve ever spoiled her before. Spencer presses another great kiss to your cheek and smushes your faces together, Amy on the screen reaching for you both for a ghost hug. “I wanted to say hi before we go to the store. Can I call you again before bed?” 

“Yeah, baby, call again!” You rush to answer. “Call daddy’s phone, okay? Mine’s not working right. I’ll answer you, we’ll talk all about your day. Okay? I miss you very much.” 

“I miss you too. Bye bye.” 

“Okay, bye bye,” you say, “I love you.” 

“Love you, Amanda,” Spencer says. 

She waves her little hand until it looks like it might fall off of her wrist. Spencer waves back just as hard.

[hard-core-super-star]

hold you in my arms tonight [K.Bishop]

pairing: alpha!kate bishop x omega!reader

summary: kate's spending another late night at the office and you do what you always do best: distract her enough so she'll pay attention to you instead

warnings: smut -> minors, look away this isn't for you! [omegaverse au; pet play is more than implied this time but it's not super explicit {kate calls R puppy multiple times}; grinding; lots of praise; soft kate hours; a very small dash of overstimulation; cockwarming; office sex; kate either has a penis or a super fancy strap, that's up to the reader to decide ;)]

wordcount: 2.4k

a/n: LISTEN- i have no explanation for this, i am haunted by alpha!kate and i needed to do something about it. i'm still NOT an expert on omegaverse au's at all so the worldbuilding isn't as fleshed out as i would like. OH and yes, this is technically set in the same universe as my last alpha!kate fic, it's technically a sequel. anyway, that's all, hope you enjoy and um...drink some water :)

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“Tell him I don’t care, he better have that paperwork in by tomorrow morning or he’s fired-”

Your eyes slowly open to the artificial lights in Kate’s ridiculously large office as her annoyed voice rouses you from your sleep.

Despite her best attempts at making the space cozier for you, a plan that includes an overwhelming amount of blankets and a special bed, the bright light contrasts too harshly with the pitch black darkness on the outside of the window behind her.

You don’t know what time it is, or how long you’ve been asleep for, but it’s obvious it’s far too late for her to still be hunched over her desk. It’s not unusual for her to overwork herself but she’s been spending far too long in this office and you’re a little sick of staring at the same four walls, no matter how much stuff is on them.

Kate’s phone call isn’t over yet but your need to be near her is more overwhelming than your uncertainty. 

You slowly make your way over to her, the tension in her body getting clearer the closer you get to her. You’re not sure how to help and yet you continue forward with no plan until you reach her chair.

Your scent must give you away because Kate looks down to look at you the second you situate yourself on your knees next to her feet. Her free hand reaches down to stroke your hair while she continues arguing with whoever’s on the other line of the phone.

Despite your curiosity, you pay no attention to what she’s saying, assuming it’s just a bunch of CEO nonsense that you don’t understand. So, instead, you focus on the subtle change in the air around you.

The awful smell of the alpha’s stressed pheromones finally begins to dissipate a little as they’re replaced with the protective smell you’ve learned to associate with Kate.

You lean forward to rest your chin on her leg, a sleepy smile tugging at your lips while she continues to run her fingers through your locks. 

You’re not sure how much time goes by, and you’re pretty sure you end up taking another mini-nap, but eventually you hear the words that you’ve been waiting for. “We’ll sort this out tomorrow, I’ve gotta go.”

You look up at her as she finally hangs up and turns all her attention over to you. Your excitement must be obvious, and contagious, because she matches your smile with a bright one of her own. 

“Hi, baby,” she coos. “Someone’s still a little sleepy, huh?”

You let out a soft hum in response and bring your hands up to tug at her ridiculously expensive pants. It’s a habit you’ve developed over the course of her many, many, late nights at the office. Even though she always tells you to use your words, she can’t deny how cute it is when you get so soft and needy.

“Okay, okay.” She chuckles as her hands drift down to help you climb onto her lap. “Come here, sweetheart.”

You happily accept her help, letting out a soft little yip once you're fully situated. Kate looks down at you with the most breathtaking smile you've ever had the privilege of seeing.

"There you are, that's better, isn't it?"

Your nod of glee is almost instantaneous and it earns you another sweet chuckle. Her hand comes up to tangle in your hair, lovingly scratching your scalp and relishing the soft little sounds you make without even realizing.

Somehow, you end up wiggling enough to feel a certain hardness pressing up against you. It takes pretty much all your self control not to grind down harder against her and instead you whine while looking up at her.

"What?" She asks, her smile turned more and more into a smirk. "Do you not like your surprise? I've been thinking about giving you a treat all day, puppy."

It's not like you and Kate have never messed around in her office before but it felt different this time.

Maybe it was due to your lingering sleepiness or your need for her attention and affection. Or maybe you were simply needier than you thought. Whatever it is that's affecting you so much makes you want more of her.

The alpha's eyes darken as the scent of your growing arousal hits her nose. You've never met another person who is as reactive to smells as she is. It's as overwhelming as it is attractive, especially when her reactions are due to you.

Her hands suddenly move down to grip your waist and it's not until you feel her nails trying to dig into your skin through the fabric of your shirt that you realize you're grinding against the bulge in her pants. "Someone's getting ahead of themselves."

"Sorry," you mumble as a familiar warmth spreads across your cheeks.

"Don't apologize, baby. I love seeing how needy you are."

Her words make you grow needier which makes you feel suddenly shy. Kate's warm chuckle rings in your ears as you bury your face in her neck to hide your embarrassment. You were pretty used to how different the brunette was from the cruel alphas you'd known all your life but some things still caught you by surprise.

Such as her love for turning you into a shy, subby, little mess for her. You still weren't used to all of those things being good. Desirable, even.

You whine against her skin as her hands slip under your shirt, slowly exploring your stomach and the bite marks she'd left behind a few nights ago. Kate was insatiable, though, and going a few days without having her way with you was practically torture for her. Especially when you were around her all day, looking so adorable in her old, oversized shirt, and comfortably curled up in your puppy bed.

"You're too cute, sweetheart," she says, tilting her head back a little when she feels you nuzzling her. "You have no idea how hard it is for me to resist touching you all day."

"Then don't," you whisper.

You feel her laugh before you hear her. "Oh, that's naughty, pup. Is that something you'd like, hmm? Sitting on my lap while I'm in long, boring, meetings? Letting me touch you however I want?"

The idea causes you to moan, the sound coming out louder and needier than originally intended. It's not like it matters much, though, considering you two are the only people left in the office at this hour. And Kate loves breaking you out of your shell like this, watching you slowly let loose until you're helpless against your needy urges.

"Come on," she says, her hands sliding up your body until she's able to cup your breasts. "Use your words for me."

You instantly arch into her hands, the movement causing you to rub against the hardness in her pants again. "I would really like it."

"Good girl, darling." Her fingers play with your hardening nipples, softly tugging and pinching in the way that causes you to absolutely melt against her. "Go ahead, pup, I know what you want."

It's not exactly what you want but your hips instantly respond to her gentle command and you start grinding against her bulge. Even though you'd already desperate for more, the friction feels incredible against your soaked cunt.

"Someone's a little messy," she teases almost absentmindedly. It's obvious you're already too far gone to really comprehend what she's saying which only makes her want to tease you even more.

It took her more than a few months to get through your defenses enough for you to be this vulnerable with her. Your recovery process had been slow due to the amount of bad relationships and cruel alphas you'd been with in the past but she was slowly teaching you what it was like to be with someone who didn't care about stupid dominance hierarchies. She was just as much yours as you were hers.

You still don't have the matching mating marks to prove it, though, much to your dismay. Kate's still set on taking things slow and giving you time to recover before allowing you to make a commitment like that.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" Kate asks, choosing that exact moment to thrust her hips up against you.

"Ah-" Your fingers grip the front of her shirt as your body shakes in response to her movements. "Good- Feels so good…please…need you."

"Yeah? You need me, darling?" Despite the teasing tone in her voice, her hand moves down to her pants.

Your brain doesn't fully register what she's doing through the fuzziness in your mind and you instantly try to grind against her hand. She chuckles which causes you to whine and rub your nose against her scent gland.

You know exactly what doing that does to her but you're not doing it to rile her up. Something that, considering her scent, might actually be impossible. Her pheromones are so strong and lust-filled that it makes your head spin but it's still not enough.

You need more.

Thankfully, Kate's just as impatient as you.

She uses one of her hands to lift you up enough for her to haphazardly pull her pants down. The potent smell of alpha musk hits your nose all at once and your whines grow louder.

"I'm right here, I've got you, baby." She shifts her hips and you gasp as the head of her cock parts your drenched folds.

"Please," you mumble, trying your best to stay still and patient.

"I know, just relax for me, okay?"

All you can do is hum in response and allow her to help you sink down onto her cock, gasping and moaning as she stretches you out. You doubt you'll ever get used to her size. To how well she fills you up without even trying.

"You're such a good girl, puppy." She groans as your walls clench around her. "Fuck, you're taking me so well, darling."

"Kate-"

A possessive growl builds up in her chest at the sound of you moaning her name. You can smell how aroused she is, how badly she needs to give in to her instincts and just take. And yet, despite her own needs, she moves painfully slow, giving you all the time you need to get used to her size.

All it takes is one shallow thrust before she's fully sheathed inside you. Her head drops down onto your shoulder, her loud pants filling the air between you for the next few seconds.

You appreciate how gentle she's being, especially since your neediness only serves to make you even more sensitive than usual, but you're already teetering on the edge of an orgasm.

You can't stop yourself from shifting against her when she doesn't move. She chuckles, the sound slightly muffled by your shoulder.

"Close already, sweetheart?" She asks, her voice far too sweet for the teasing words she speaks. "We've barely started."

"Please-" You don't care how desperate you sound, how borderline pathetic it is that you want to cum already, all you care about is her.

She shushes you as her hands grip your hips. "It's alright, just enjoy it. I'm right here with you."

"Uh-huh," you mutter, completely intoxicated by her scent and the possessive dominance that coats it.

"You're so cute like this."

The soft praise makes your walls clench around her and your both moan in response to the sensation. It's more than enough to spur her on and she wastes no time in helping you ride her, practically moving you up and down her length on her own.

You try to hold yourself up but then she starts thrusting up into you and you practically go limp in her arms. She notices, the rumble that emanates from her chest makes that perfectly clear, yet decides not to comment on it. Instead, she does what she can to pump out comforting pheromones as she continues to overwhelm you with pleasure.

"Doing so good for me, baby." One of her hands leaves your hips and snakes its way between your legs. She barely holds back a groan as her fingers meet your wetness. "Fuck, you're soaked. My poor puppy's so needy, aren't you, darling?"

"Yea-" Your words give out the second the tip of her fingers tease your sensitive clit. "Kate!"

Her touch is gentle despite the growing sloppiness of her thrusts. "I know, cum for me, don't hold back, pup."

The firm encouragement is all you need to let yourself go. All you can do is moan breathlessly and hold onto Kate like she's your rock. Which she is, in more ways than one.

The alpha in question holds herself back until she's sure you're lost in the throes of pleasure. She doesn't have to, you've told her that at least a dozen times, but she does it every time without fail. Your pleasure will always come first for her.

Something that only makes her orgasms all the more intense.

It quickly becomes impossible to tell whose moans are louder and before you know it, both of you are breathless, panting, and pressed up impossibly close.

"Holy shit," the brunette mumbles, her body shuddering through the aftershocks of her orgasm.

"Mhmm," you reply absentmindedly.

Your exhaustion comes back with a vengeance as you recover in her arms. Kate obviously notices but no amount of soothing phenomes can win out over the smell of musk and sweat and clings to both of you.

"You did so good for me, you're always so good." Her fingers brush against your clit again and you instantly squirm against her.

"Kate…" you mumble against her neck.

"Too sensitive?" She asks even though she already knows the answer. "How about you take a nap and I'll wake you in a bit?"

You instantly huff. "What about going home?"

"In a little while," she promises, the hand on your hip coming up to rub your back. "I have a few things I need to finish up first."

"You work too much."

"You're the one who won't stop distracting me."

Your silence is just as effective at making her chuckle as your pout. She leans down to pepper kisses down your neck and across your shoulder.

"I'm kidding, baby. You know I love you."

"I know," you mumble as your sleepiness mixes with your shyness.

And it's true.

You might not be ready to say it, much less to be fully mated to her, but you know deep in your heart that she loves you.

Because you love her just as much.

[hxney-lemcn]

Crushcrushcrush — Ranpo Edogawa x gn! reader

summery: a simple deal turns into more as reader and Ranpo become closer.

tw: idk if it should be counted as objectification but Ranpo refers to reader as a treat (this is all sfw)

a/n: idk how I feel about this, what do y'all think? (title is a song)

wc: 1.6k

Master List

“I have an offer,” You stated, dragging a lone chair to sit across from Ranpo’s desk. A bored look painted the young detective's face, mindlessly rolling a lollipop over his tongue. Although he didn’t move, his eyes watched you with slight interest. 

Recently Ranpo seemed less and less inclined to do his work. It shouldn’t bother you, he wasn’t your responsibility…well at least when it came to his paperwork. Yet a nagging feeling tugged at you as his pile of work grew, less and less cases likely to be solved. The closure for someone’s loved ones or the safety of others relied on the whims of a childish detective. It didn’t feel right. So, when you were overthinking this problem only you seemed to have for the past week, you believed  you came up with a bulletproof plan.

“I’m listening,” Ranpo hummed.

Running over exactly what you wanted to say, you brought up a deal he couldn’t pass, “If you solve 10 cases every work week then I’ll treat you to whatever you want as long as it’s ¥4,500 or under. I’ll keep track of your monthly average, and if you exceed 40 cases solved in a month I’ll treat you to something worth ¥10,000. What do you say?”

There was a pause as Ranpo considered the pros and cons of this deal, and skeptically he asked “What do you get out of this?”

You hadn’t considered him to ask that. Either he would have agreed or disagreed, not dive into your intentions. Ironically, you felt that your reasoning was somewhat childish, so you hesitated before coming clean, “I just want to help people.”

Ranpo blinked before a smile spread across his face, “Okay! Nothing the world's greatest detective can’t handle.” He leaned back in his chair, arms resting behind his head.

“Oh!” You blinked, surprised he had actually agreed. “Cool, great. We’ll start next month so it’s easier for me to keep track.”

What became a simple agreement between co-workers shifted into a friendship. At first you thought you’d just give him the cash at the end of the week to spend on whatever his heart wanted…yeah you hadn’t thought that part through. When you tried to give Ranpo the cash at the end of the first week, he whined, complaining about how he needed someone to guide him to his favorite candy store. So not only were you giving him an allowance, but you had also become his go to guide. At first you were a bit annoyed, yes you had no grudges against the black haired detective, but all you wanted to do on a Friday evening was to rest in bed. 

Although it was an annoyance at first, your time together had grown on you. You got to know Ranpo better, and although he was very childish, arrogant, selfish…you get the point, he was also quite entertaining. You two worked together, but you hadn’t really interacted with him except for the meetings or greeting as you’d pass by. You felt yourself glued when Ranpo would tell you of his past cases, hands moving around while still holding his spoon with melting ice cream dripping onto the table. 

It didn’t take long for feelings to start forming. This agreement had gone on for 3 months at this point and you found yourself excited for the weekly outing you two shared. His childishness that had endeared you before was your downfall. Ever since you got to know each other better, Ranpo had begun pestering you more. Whether it be poking you for more snacks, or requesting you to join him during his cases, he never failed to gain your attention in one way or another. Which gained the attention of your fellow co-workers.

Dazai drawled your name, moving his chair to join you at your desk. You barely gave the bandaged detective a glance, continuing the report you needed to finish about you and Ranpo’s last case. Dazai disregarded your disinterest and continued, “Why haven’t you offered me a reward for getting work done?” A pout rested on his lips as he stared at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You quickly shut him down, “You wouldn’t do the work.”

He found a way to make himself look even more pathetic as he whined, “You’re so mean! Ranpo gets to hang out with such an attractive person while the rest of us are just chopped liver.”

You stared at him blankly, unsure what his motivations could possibly be, “You just want free food.”

Dazai leaned back in his chair, hand resting over his chest in a dramatic gesture, “You wound me! Is it really such a shock that I may want to spend time with you, Belladonna?”

You squinted at him, very aware that he only used that pet name when he was trying to woo someone, or in this case to bring your defenses down. And even though you knew he was up to something, you felt yourself give in. It’s been a long week and useless bickering wasn’t going to finish your report. 

“Do you want to join us or something?” You asked exasperatedly. 

“You’re inviting little old me?” Dazai asked with a dramatic gasp, a smile replacing his previous pout. “Oh I don’t know…”

“You’d have to ask Ranpo,” You grumbled, turning back to the half finished report. “And you have to pay for yourself.”

Little did you know, Ranpo was watching your entire interaction, a frown painting his features. He wasn’t sure why, but the thought of Dazai encroaching on your shared activity didn’t settle well. He was a selfish man, and you had become a treat all on your own. He wanted your attention on him, and although he knows it’s impossible for you to focus on him at all times, it didn’t stop him from wanting it. The thought was foreign to him, as he only really cared about the President’s praise or Yosano’s opinions, but you had managed to wiggle your way into his life and now he also cared about having your attention, praise, and opinions. 

When you had brought up Ranpo, Dazai looked over to said man, a pleased grin on the brown haired detective's lips. Ranpo’s frown grew, unsure why Dazai seemed so pleased. No way was he letting the lesser detective spoil his treats. 

“Oh Ranpo~” Dazai sang, only to be cut off.

“No.”

The sternness in Ranpo’s reply stunned you into tuning back into the situation. You watched in slight shock as Ranpo glared over at Dazai.

“You’re both so mean,” Dazai whined, but finally dropped the subject, sending you a smirk before returning to his desk. 

You glanced at Ranpo once more, only for him to have returned to his normal self, opening a bag of chips as if nothing unusual just happened. That was only the start to his unusual behavior towards you. You knew your doting on him would clue him in on your feelings, but you hadn’t expected him to reciprocate. Yes your agreement had started because you wanted to help people, but it had turned indulgent as you enjoyed your time with the detective. What you hadn’t expected was for it to become indulgent for him as well. 

The next sign was how the seemingly touch adverse man had turned into the clingiest motherfucker you had ever met. You didn’t mind until it started to intrude on your work. It started with small things, holding your hand as you walked the streets together, resting his head on your shoulder while you sat on the bus. Small things you could easily mistake as friendly (which you had), but the gestures started to blur some lines. Hugs that lasted longer than you could brush off, getting piggy back rides from you (if/when possible), cuddling with you on the break room couch when you both had a break. Dazai had found it his new goal in life to tease you as much as possible (it seemed that Yosano had taken up the same practice with Ranpo). Finally you both had breached gestures that clearly couldn’t be waved off as friendly. Ranpo had decided that the best seat in the office was your lap (you couldn’t suppress the embarrassment you felt as everyone in the office stared at you both), or how he’d insist you sleep over (you basically live in his dorm at this point).

The biggest sign of how Ranpo felt about you was when he offered you your favorite snack. Not only was it a snack, something he guards with his life, but it was your favorite, something he deemed worthy enough to know. Such a small gesture managed to warm your heart. There was only one problem…neither of you seemed to be able to open up about your feelings for the other. Your agreement had fizzled, as Ranpo settled for receiving your praises in exchange for his work, but you still would buy him an ice cream or some candy as a reward. 

The lines of your relationship continued to blur more and more. It wasn’t until finally Ranpo had introduced you as his partner, and no, not as a work partner. At first you became flustered, a label finally falling onto your relationship, and soon Ranpo had followed as he realized what he let slip. He thought of you both as together, and a wide grin adorned your face. Hoping to get through to him that it was okay as you wanted the same, you had pressed a kiss to his cheek…which only seemed to worsen his flustered state. 

At the end of the day…none of your co-workers were shocked. In fact, when Ranpo had declared your status to the office (much to your dismay), Dazai just had to quip, “Wait, you weren’t before?”

[blushk1tten]

unsafe sex 2 ꨄ minors dni

— nsfw: schlatt x afab reader, injuries, cockwarming, overstimulation, begging, doggy style, enthusiastic sex —

the first time one of you got injured having sex, you were cockwarming schlatt under his desk while he edited a video. you were entirely relaxed, finding the feeling of his thick, heavy cock in your mouth soothing. it helped as well that he would occasionally play with your hair or brush his fingers along your face. the two of you were in heaven. at least, until you went to adjust yourself right as schlatt’s hips accidentally jumped.

you quickly pulled off with a rough gagging sound, having felt his cock slam roughly into the back of your throat with no warning or preparation. it sent you into a coughing fit, while schlatt quickly slid back his chair and got down to your level. “shit, doll, i’m so sorry. deep breaths, just try t’ breathe.”

while you regained your breath, schlatt continued profusely apologizing and rubbing your back, his pretty brown eyes dark with worry.

“‘s okay,” you eventually rasped out, cringing a bit at the pain in your throat. “water?”

he quickly scrambled for the bottle on his desk, letting you drink your fill before pulling away to have another brief coughing fit. then, finally, it seemed to settle. your throat was still sore and hurting, but at least it wasn’t spasming.

“i think that’s enough f’ today,” schlatt said guiltily, helping you out from under the desk. “lemme save my file and we’ll go watch some tv with the cats. how does that sound?”

nodding in agreement, you watched him finally tuck his dick back into his pants and save his progress. then, the two of you went out to the living room. 

it was no surprise that your throat hurt for the rest of the night, but it was a bit of a surprise when your injury lasted longer than that. both you and schlatt had thought that it would go away much quicker than that. nonetheless, you were stuck having liquids and soft foods to prevent the pain. additionally, schlatt put a ban on cockwarming and blowjobs until your throat healed.

after about a week, you both were relieved when your throat was no longer sore. to celebrate, you went out for korean barbeque and capped off the night with another, more careful cockwarming session.

the second time one of you got injured having sex, schlatt was in the middle of trying to overstimulate you. he already had you cum from his mouth a few times, and had moved on to stuffing you with three of his fingers while his thumb stimulated your clit. you were a moaning, whimpering mess, out of your mind with pleasure.

"jay, please." you begged him with a needy whine, bucking back against his fingers as he searched for that spot.

"i got ya, doll," he muttered, focusing in and speeding up his motions in an effort to make you cum. then, he added a little twist and—

"FUCK!"

he immediately pulled his fingers out and back to his chest to cradle his hand, leaving you breathless, confused, and concerned.

"john? are you okay?" you asked as you sat yourself up.

he went to flex his hand, still dripping with your cum and slick, then cringed. "no. i think i fucked up my hand."

you gently reached out to touch it, making him cringe. so, you quickly pulled away, then got up from the bed to put your clothes back on. “i’ll take you to urgent care.”

“what the fuck am i supposed t’ tell them?”

“that you were playing sports, that you were fingering me, i don’t care. you’re going to get your hand checked.”

schlatt grumbled and pouted some, but complied after making sure his hands were thoroughly washed. sure enough, a quick check from the doctor confirmed he had a grade two sprain in his wrist that required a splint.

it took schlatt's sprain much longer to heal than it took your throat, leaving him scowling and mopey that he couldn't overstimulate you on his fingers for the time being. luckily, you managed to cheer him up with lots of riding while he recovered.

the third and most serious time that one of you got injured during sex was the headboard incident. it was new year's day, and to celebrate, schlatt had kept you in bed all day. his resolution, according to him, was to have even more sex than the two of you usually did.

"fuck, baby," he groaned, hips slapping against your ass as he had you in doggy. "lemme fill ya up. you're milkin' my cock so good,"

you just whimpered, eyes fluttering closed as his grip tightened on your hips and he began to speed up his thrusts. every movement felt like pure bliss, especially as you began to buck back against him.

"good girl. you really want this dick, huh? wanna cum f' me?"

you opened your mouth to reply, uncertain if you could actually form words, when your head cracked off of the headboard with a sickening smack. instantly, you cried out in pain and collapsed on the bed. meanwhile, schlatt quickly removed himself and went to cradle you.

his hand brushed over your head gently, making you cry out once again. "dont touch, it hurts." you thought, trying to express that to your boyfriend. what came out, instead, was complete gibberish.

"what? i can't understand ya, doll. try again." schlatt replied, his voice filled with anxiety.

your second try at speaking went no better, and upon opening your eyes, the world seemed to spin. you squeezed them shut again, trying to will the pain away as tears leaked from the corners of your eyes.

"okay, hold on baby," schlatt seemed panicked as you felt him lay you back down on the bed. "lemme get a towel to clean ya with, then i'll take ya to the doctor."

despite your head being the injured part of your body, every touch from schlatt was gentle as he cleaned you off and got you dressed. he treated you even more delicately when picked you up and carried you to the car, apologizing the whole way for everything.

at urgent care, you were officially diagnosed with a concussion. apparently, your head had hit the headboard in just the right way to do so. it luckily only lasted a few weeks, but the repercussions for your sex life were massive. schlatt refused to go as rough as he used to during sex, despite your begging and pleading.

"jay, harder, please," you moaned, nails digging into his back as he gently thrust into you.

he shook his head, removing his mouth from where he had been working on giving you a hickey. "no, doll. i gotta keep ya safe. we don't want another accident."

"i'm okay though, and i'm asking for it. you aren't going to hurt me. i trust you." you promised him, moving one hand up to play with a stray curl.

he paused, taking a shaky breath before meeting your eyes. "only if you ride me, baby. i need you to be in control of what happens, okay?"

you nodded, pressing a passionate kiss to his lips as you moved to straddle him. then, you carefully slid onto his cock. it took you a moment to get into the right rhythm, but soon enough you were roughly riding him. the slap of your ass meeting his pelvis echoed through the room, and you were truly blissed out. it finally felt like everything was going back to normal, especially when schlatt began to moan as well and dig his fingers into the meat of your hips.

"fuck, doll. i missed this so much," he groaned, starting to buck his hips up to meet yours and moving his hand to your clit. "just— be careful."

you nodded once again, gasping in pleasure as his cock finally began to hit you just right. in combination with his fingers rubbing your clit, you could feel your orgasm begin to build "jay, please— 'm so close."

"i've got ya, sweetheart. just let go." he grunted, now bucking up every time you came down to make it that much sweeter.

finally, with a silent cry, you came harder than you had since before the incident. it was perfect, and it was everything you had been needing since your recovery.

as you basked in the afterglow, collapsed on schlatt's chest as he played with your hair, you looked down at him with an hopeful look. "so, we're back to rough sex, right?"

schlatt nodded and moved to tug you closer, a cheshire-like grin on his face. "oh, we're definitely back, baby."

[short-honey-badger]

An Outlaw, a Sheriff, and a Deputy walk into a bar... 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Shamrock makes good time to Valentine, making the usual eight to ten-hour ride on horseback in six hours. Cerberus is sweaty and run ragged, but the Arabian had refused to stop even when Sham had urged him to. It was like the horse knew how important it was for his rider to get to the town, and Sham appreciated the beast for his urgency. He doesn’t even bother to tie Cerberus to the post and jumps from his back once he is in town, leaping the fence in his haste and bursting into the sheriff’s office like hell is licking at his heels.

“How long has she been gone?” Shamrock demands the moment he steps inside the building, and John, the other deputy on duty when you are off, is quick to respond.

“About a day now, give or take. We gave chase, but Shanks split off from the rest of his crew, and we got led on a wild goose chase. Sorry, sir,” John says with a quiet sigh and shuffles the wanted posters on his desk.

“We’ve got people out lookin’ though. Hopefully, we’ll hear something soon.”

Shamrock snarls and slams his hand into the wall, the old wood splintering but leaving his knuckles bloodied and full of splinters. He shakes his hand and breathes deeply to calm himself down. He needed to have a calm mind if he wanted to find you quickly.

“Put out the word to the other towns. I want every lawman out looking for her,” Shamrock demands, “Rhodes, Saint-Denis, even Annesburg. Everywhere god damn it.”

John nods and stands from his desk, “I’ll get it done, sir.”

Shamrock nods and watches John leave before sitting heavily in his chair once he is alone. The velvet box sits heavy in his pocket, and he can’t help but fish it out and crack it open to look at the rings inside.

They belonged to his father and late mother, a woman whom he and Shanks had hardly known. She had passed a few years after she had them. Tuberculosis. Her death had destroyed their father, but Garling had never stopped loving her and had never taken another woman to bed after her passing.

Sham knew that you wouldn’t be happy to live in Saint-Denis, but he was confident that you would learn to love your life there. You wouldn’t have to worry anymore or deal with dangerous outlaws who always thought they had the advantage over you just because you were a woman. He wanted you to have a safe, pampered life after all the work you’d put in, and Shamrock knew that he could give you that.

Now his brother had ruined it. Had taken the good thing in Shamrock’s life and had stolen it like a thief in the night. Just like all the other good things that had come into his life, Shanks had to ruin it for him. Garling had set them up well in their youth, but Shanks had grown bored with city life and had run off at the first chance he could. Shamrock had been so upset, so disappointed in his younger brother that he’d immediately gone into law enforcement, and to his surprise, you had followed right after him.

Shamrock had thought that you would work at the stables. You had a way with horses that few people had, and it was always a delight to watch you work with the beasts. He had sworn to himself that he would make sure you would have somewhere to rear the animals when he made you his wife, but none of that would happen if he couldn’t get you back.

The Sheriff had to wonder why Shanks had stolen you away in the first place. This wasn’t the first time that his twin had come into town, raising hell just to get your attention, but he had never pulled something like this before.

Shamrock sighs and snaps the box closed, tucking it back into his pocket to keep it safe. He would do whatever it took to get you back, but even with civilization building, the east was a wild place, and it would take time to find you again. But that wouldn’t stop him, and he would punish his twin after he found you.

He huffs to himself and glares at the wanted poster, his twin smirking right back up at him. Maybe he’d have Shanks watch Shamrock marry you. He knew how much his younger brother loved you. But Sham loved you too, and he wasn’t about to let Shanks get in the way of that. Not this time, and not ever.

@nocturnalrorobin @sanjisleggy @mit-suri @forever-a-night-owl @sordidmusings @shanks-is-a-daddy @mfreedomstuff

[anotherjheastan]

This Will Be Our Year - A Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley Fanfic

CW: kissing, suggestive

Chapter 3 | Chapter List

Chapter 4: Goosebumps and Goosebumps

August 26, 2024 - Providence, Rhode Island 

As her adrenaline faded, so did her smile. It felt awesome giving Dom a riptide, her and Damian coming out on top. She was able to put on for the cameras and focus her anger. But being that close to him, smelling his cologne, brought up some memories. She missed Dom. And she still hated that she missed him. But for some reason, she couldn’t hold it back tonight. As the tears fell, she realized maybe she had been holding it in too long. 

Damian hugged her while she cried. The staff scrambled and brought her some tissue. They quickly escorted other talent around them for a sense of privacy.

“Get your stuff, go get changed,” Damian said. “We’ll go to the hotel soon.”

Rhea nodded and did what he said. Memories of her and Dom replaying. More silent tears falling. The craving for tequila intensified and she hated herself for that too. That bad habit could slip into a problem too easily. And she didn’t need any more problems. 

She stepped out of the locker room and saw Jey leaning up against the wall across from her. Her eyes widened, red eyes no doubt, a smile tugged at her lips despite what she was feeling. He often made her feel like she was coming in from the cold. But like the tequila, she knew she shouldn’t get addicted to that heat.

“What are you doing here?” She asked. 

“Waiting for you,” he said, standing up straight. He was smiling wide at first, but as he noticed how red her eyes were, his smile faded. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, gently touching her shoulder.

Rhea hesitated. “I’m not actually…”

Jey frowned. “What do you need?”

Rhea shrugged and shook her head. “I don’t know.”

“Well, I was gonna ask if you wanted to get started with our Goosebumps binge, maybe get some pizza and mayo, but we can save that for another time.”

Rhea smiled. “No, that actually sounds perfect.”

Jey smiled. “Cool. I’ll grab the pizza and mayo. You come to my room.”

“Ay Dios mio,” Damian said, walking up to them. “Pizza and mayo? What kind of blasphemy?”

“Don’t knock it ‘til you try it, uce,” Jey said. 

Rhea laughed as Damian managed to look even more offended. 

“Are you riding with me or Jey? I didn’t miss the ‘come to my room’ part either.”

“Yeah and now the whole arena knows,” Rhea said, looking around. The hallway was fortunately pretty empty. 

“She’ll ride with you,” Jey said. “I’m going to get pizza.” 

He looked back at Rhea. “See you later?”

Rhea nodded. “Just text me.”

“Got you, boo.”

“Boo?!” Damian replied, staring down Jey as he walked away. Jey looked at Damian with a smirk and kept going. “Oh so y’all have pet names now?”

“No,” Rhea said sternly. Her cheeks were bright red. “Let’s go.”

“No? So what’s all this boo business?”

“Priest please,” Rhea said. “That’s the first time he’s called me that. Take it easy!”

“Hey! That’s my line,” he said with a chuckle. 

Rhea smiled. Even though her family had fallen apart, she was grateful to have her twin looking out for her. 

***

Rhea knocked on Jey’s door. She had put on her all black sweatsuit, a black crop top underneath. She also had some shorts under her sweatpants just in case she wanted to get a little more comfortable. 

Jey opened the door. He had on a white tank top and grey sweatpants. Rhea smiled, keeping her eyes above his waist. 

“Hey,” he said, opening the door wider to let her in.

“Hey,” she replied as she walked in.

He had Goosebumps queued up on the TV. She smiled at the pepperoni pizza sitting on the desk, the smell made her realize she was hungry. There were plates and napkins and drinks (water and soda) next to the pizza. This room didn’t have a couch so the sitting options were the bed, desk chair, or arm chair. Rhea slipped off her Vans and left them by the door.

“You can grab a slice, mayo is optional,” he said. Rhea shook her head, smiling. “There’s cheese under the pepperoni if you prefer. I figured we’d sit on the bed if you’re comfortable with that.” 

“Yeah that��s fine,” she said, walking over to the pizza. She grabbed two slices, some napkins and a bottle of water. Jey already had the covers pulled down so she just sat on the right side. He got his food and drink together, two slices and a Sprite, and joined her on the bed. She took a bite, eyeing him while he squeezed mayo onto his plate. He dipped his pizza in and took a bite. Rhea shook her head. Jey grinned.

“You missing out. Anyway, ready to start the show?” 

Rhea nodded since her mouth was full. Jey grabbed the remote and pressed play. 

They were hooked from the first episode and were whispering theories to each other during the second. They had had seconds and by the third episode, the plates and napkins were off the bed and they were sitting close to each other. There was a jump scare and Rhea grabbed Jey’s arm, her nails pressing into his skin. She let go and looked at him. 

“Sorry,” she said. 

Jey smiled. “It’s okay.” He lifted his arm up. “Can I put my arm around you?” 

Rhea nodded and he did, pulling her closer to him. She slipped an arm around his lower back.

“I’ll keep you safe,” he said quietly.

Rhea giggled and looked up at him. As they looked into each other’s eyes, their smiles faded into longing. Jey gently cradled her face with his hand and she leaned into it. She closed her eyes and smiled. 

“C-Can I kiss you?” he asked, his voice shaky.

She opened her eyes, her smile somehow getting bigger. It was cute, how nervous he was. She nodded. As he leaned in, she touched his face with her other hand. He gently kissed her lips and Rhea kissed him harder, opening her mouth slightly to encourage him to kiss her more. And he did. A moan escaped her when she felt his tongue in her mouth and he managed to pull her closer to him. She gripped his shirt and slipped her hand into his hair. He went to kiss her neck and her eyes rolled slightly, fluttering closed. It had been a while since she’d been kissed like this. Her mind drifted back to the last time.

“Dom,” she moaned.

Jey froze and Rhea realized why a second later, the heat of embarrassment taking over her desire. Rhea scrambled out of bed and covered her face. The tears were falling just as she was telling herself not to cry.

“I’m sorry,” she blurted, her voice cracking at the end. A sob threatened to come out. She wanted to leave, but her feet wouldn’t move. 

“It’s okay,” Jey said gently. 

Rhea shook her head. “No it’s not. I’m sorry.” The words came out strangled. 

She heard him get off the bed and approach her. 

“Can I touch you?” he asked. 

She nodded, still covering her face. He gently pulled her arms down and she dropped her head. 

He lifted her head up, gently pressing under her chin. “Rhea. Look at me.”

Rhea looked at him reluctantly. He smiled at her. “It’s okay. And I’m sorry if I pushed you.”

Rhea shook her head. “No, I wanted to kiss you too.” 

Jey pulled her into a hug. She squeezed him tight. 

“Good,” he said. “I feel like less of a jerk.” 

“Don’t feel like a jerk at all. I’m an idiot.”

“No, you’re not. I’m an idiot for not pausing this show,” Jey said, glancing at the TV. “What the hell is going on?” 

Rhea and Jey laughed. She finally felt comfortable to meet his eyes. 

“I’m sorry, Jey.” 

“You don’t need to apologize,” he said. 

They looked into each other’s eyes, heat passing between them again. 

“It’s getting late,” Rhea said. “I should go.” 

“I can walk you to your room,” he said. 

But neither of them moved. Rhea held him a little tighter, steeling herself. 

“Or I can stay here. If that’s okay.” 

“Just for cuddles?” he asked.

Rhea smiled and nodded. “Just for cuddles.”

Jey cut on a lamp and turned off the TV.  He went to brush his teeth and told her he had a spare toothbrush. She looked at him curiously until he explained that he always grabbed a spare from the front desk in case he forgot his. She used it. He took off his tank top, but kept his sweatpants on. Rhea smirked and pulled her sweatpants down, sitting it to the side with her sweatshirt.

“You can get comfortable,” she said, sitting on the bed.

Jey smirked. “I can get semi-comfortable. I usually sleep naked.” 

“Don’t be uncomfortable on my account,” Rhea said playfully.

Jey laughed and pulled down his sweatpants, tossing them aside. He was wearing boxer briefs. 

“Nice try, Ripley.”

He pulled up the covers and Rhea laid down. 

“Goodnight, Rhea,” he said, reaching for the lamp. 

“Goodnight, Jey,” she said. 

He turned off the lamp and placed an arm around her. He pulled her close, his lips grazing the back of her neck. She bit her lip.

“Is this okay?” he asked. 

“Yep,” she said. 

He moved his head back a little. Rhea giggled, thinking about the comment she had opted not to say. 

“What’s so funny?” he asked, gently pulling at the hem of her shirt. 

“I wasn’t gonna say, but I’m also semi-comfortable. But technically that’s not true cuz I only sleep naked at home.” 

Jey groaned and he kept his arm draped over her, but moved his body away. Rhea giggled. 

“Go to sleep, Rhea.” 

“What happens if I say make me?” she asked. 

“You’re not ready for that,” he said, his voice low and rough.

That sounded like a dare to her, but a wave of sleepiness hit her. It was late and they both had to be at the airport in the morning. Her brain reminded her that she had not only said Dom’s name, but she had moaned it. She interlocked her fingers with Jey’s to distract herself and it worked. He gave her hand a squeeze and she closed her eyes, enjoying feeling body heat this close to her for the first time in a while.

***

Jey woke Rhea up. She laid on her back and looked up at him. Jey’s smile faltered for a second. 

“What?” Rhea asked, starting to feel self-conscious.

“You’re just really beautiful,” Jey said. 

Rhea blushed. “You’re not bad yourself. Even with bed head.” 

Jey scoffed playfully. “You’re one to talk.” 

Rhea sat up and ran her fingers through her wild hair. Jey chuckled. 

They brushed their teeth. Rhea left the bathroom and Jey cut on the water for a shower. 

“I’m gonna go to my room,” Rhea said, looking at the bathroom doorway. 

Jey stepped into the doorway, boxers still on. “Cool. I’ll meet you downstairs?”

“Yeah,” Rhea said. 

“See ya,” he said, a grin forming on his face. He went out of view and tossed his boxers in the doorway. 

Rhea laughed. “Bye Jey.” 

She headed to her room, grinning. Damian was standing in front of her door. 

“You stayed the night?” Damian asked as she opened her room door. 

“I’m still a virgin, father,” Rhea said sarcastically. 

“Good! He better not have deflowered you,” he replied. 

Rhea burst out laughing. “Deflower? Really?”

Damian shrugged. “I, too, can be a smart ass.” 

“Well, I’m gonna get in the shower. Gather up any loose clothes for me, will you?” 

“At your service, milady,” Damian said, bowing deeply.

“Is this gonna be a thing?” Rhea asked.

“It shall!” Damian proclaimed. He laughed as she shook her head and closed the bathroom door.

***

Rhea took a bite of her blueberry muffin and sipped some of her coffee. She was downstairs with Damian. He was texting away with Kayden. She had asked him to wait for Jey and Damian obliged. She spotted Jey first and smiled. Jey smiled when he saw her. 

“Hey Damian,” he said, giving him a head nod. 

“Hey Rhea,” he said, his voice softer. 

“Hi,” she replied. 

“You two don’t have to be shy in front of me,” Damian said. “She tells me everything.”

“Everything?” Jey repeated, his voice shaky.

“Not everything,” Rhea reassured him. “He’s being dramatic.”

Damian grinned. “I can show you dramatic.” He looked at Jey. “You ought to court her before tonguing her down, good sir.” 

Rhea groaned and Jey looked confused. Damian burst out laughing. 

“I’ll explain later,” Rhea said. “Grabbing any food?”

“Naw,” Jey said, looking between Damian and Rhea. “I’ll get something to eat at the airport.” 

“Great. I’ll order the Uber,” Rhea said. 

On the way to the airport, Rhea explained Damian’s outburst and fortunately, Jey laughed.

“It’s good you have someone looking out for you,” Jey said, holding out his hand. She took it. 

“Don’t end up on my list, Uso,” Damian said. 

“I definitely won’t,” Jey replied. 

They said goodbye to Damian as they went to their different gates. Jey and Rhea sat next to each other waiting to board their plane. 

“Wanna watch Goosebumps?” he asked, a smirk on his face.

“Naw,” Rhea replied, smiling. “I’m gonna listen to some music.” 

“Cool,” he said. “My shoulder is here if you need it.”

They put their headphones on. Jey searching for something to watch, Rhea listening to her favorite band. She eventually took him up on his offer and rested her head on his shoulder. 

Before they knew it, they were on the plane, in their separate seats. A full flight. Rhea reflected during the flights, some songs popping up that reminded her of Dom. She let the tears fall, tired of fighting to keep them in. She knew she was going to have to be upset, be angry outside of the ring to really move on. And she hated it. But she had Damian, always pushing her to feel her emotions. And she had Jey, who had been so patient with her. Jey gave her hope. She wanted to feel her emotions for him. She knew she should feel them for herself. But thinking about Jey and whatever the future held for them, gave her a little more motivation. 

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[firelordsfirelady]

IX. Flash of Blue

Author: @firelordsfirelady

Imagine: When Y/N—a princess of one of the Water Tribes—is told she’s leaving her tribe, she never expects that she’s to be betrothed to the Fire Lord’s son, nor was she prepared to be exiled the very day she arrived at the Fire Nation. With her life in the hands of her new fiancée, how will life change for the princess? 

Pairing: Zuko x F!Reader

Trigger warnings: arranged marriage, feelings of fear, banishment, mentions of burns/abuse, frustration, violence, betrayal

Word Count: 870

Destined to be Yin and Yang 

I own no rights to Avatar the Last Airbender or any of the characters/story.

Author’s Notes

The characters as all aged up so Zuko’s banishment happens when he’s 16 

Keep in mind I am bringing a unique world with inspiration from ATLA in their characters, some of the events that happen, bending, etc. Not many things may align or occur with what happened in the show. It’s intended that way, so I hope you enjoy it regardless.

See Y/N’s inspiration here. 

Destined to be Yin and Yang Soundtrack (YouTube)

Zuko and I trained every day for the next week or so, but I found myself struggling to focus on fighting. Zuko had grown frustrated and told me to leave if I couldn’t focus, and that’s how I found myself one afternoon standing on the deck. I watched the endless horizon of the icy sea continue without much variation.

Something deep inside my being whispered to watch the horizon for something.

“Gets boring watching the horizon, right?” I turned to find Lieutenant Jee casually walking to stand next to me. “I don’t know why the Prince insists on this mission of finding the Avatar.” The lieutenant placed his hands on the railing as he spoke his next words bitterly. “Or why he insisted on dragging us all with him.”

“You shouldn’t speak about the Prince in such a manner.” My words were stern. “I understand you’re frustrated, but you truly have no idea how much the mission means to him.” I could feel his eyes staring at the side of my head before he let out a humorless laugh.

“I did not think you’d be the one to have a soft spot for the Prince,” Jee said and my cheeks felt hot at the accusation. 

“I don’t have--” I opened my mouth to speak as a large bright beam of light lit the sky in the distance. The beam of light continued to light up the sky as Zuko came rushing over to the side of the boat. The blue light drew my attention like a moth to a flame as I was suddenly attempting to attack a stranger on a dock in a city up north. The world is void of light as I try to defend myself, but the stranger laughs as he sends a fireball my way. I collapse as the world went black as the fireball made contact with my body.

“The only settlement in that area is a small Water Tribe village in the Southern Pole territory.” When I came to, there was a damp cloth on my forehead and whispers of conversation in the room around me. “That’s where we need to go.”

“Where you think we’ll find the Avatar?” Another voice--Iroh’s--whispered.

“Yes.”

“Because of the light?” Iroh’s final question had Zuko go quiet for a moment.

“Do you think I am imagining things?” I recognized Zuko’s voice as he sounded hurt at Iroh’s statement, and Iroh sighed heavily.

“Sometimes, the light beams we see are nothing more than celestial glimmers in the cold winter sky.” I heard Iroh shift his weight in the chair beside me. “Sometimes, caring for those who care for us is the more important option.”

“I’m not worried about her, Uncle.” Zuko’s tone was harsh, and I let out a low groan I slowly opened my eyes to let them know I was awake. Zuko was standing over the desk in my room with a map sprawled out on the surface of it. Iroh sat beside me in the chair from my desk. A bucket of water sat beside Iroh with various rags neatly folded next to the bucket. “I’m sure that was the Avatar.” 

“Take it easy, Y/N,” Iroh said as he shifted his attention to help me sit up in bed. “You gave us quite the scare.”

“Good. You’re awake.” Zuko’s voice was cold to me as he turned on his heel. “We will make haste for the Southern Water Tribe.” Without waiting for Iroh’s response, Zuko added. “Y/N, when we arrive, you need to stay on the ship. I don’t need any weaknesses when go to capture the Avatar.” With that, Zuko left the room and briskly walked away. I gave Iroh an encouraging smile and ushered him away as Zuko left.

“I’ll be okay.” Iroh gave me an apologetic smile as he left the room and closed the door behind him. A shaky breath left my lungs as I laid my head against the cool wall as I had to face reality once again.

It’s a coincidence that the beam of light was the same scenario as my dream. I ran a hand through my hair as I set the damp rag in the bucket by my bed. Something in my spirit was telling me that it wasn’t a coincidence that the beam happened as it did in my dream. I let this internal argument fill my head until I felt the familiar sensation of the anchor dropping.

Sneaking behind one of the crates on deck, I watched from a distance as the crew was lined up before Zuko. The Fire Prince slowly paced back and forth as he spoke to them in an authoritative tone.

“Our mission is to find the Avatar is vital to the future of the Fire Nation.” He stalked back down the line as he continued. “We will prove ourselves worthy to see our homes and our families again, or we will die trying.” Zuko paused to look at Iroh before turning to put on his Fire Nation helmet. The crew all followed suit and marched off the ship behind Zuko. I felt a pang in my heart at Zuko’s speech, but watched as they all marched off the ship.

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[crybabycinna]

Spice

Sugar mama Lin Beifong x sugar baby reader

Summery: things get a little spicy between you and Lin and not in the good way (REMEMBER I SAID YALL CANT JUMP ME! YALL CANT BE MAD AT ME)

I woke up to the sound of a door closing. I slowly sat up and Lin wasn’t in the room, I got out of bed and went into the living room and still no Lin. I peeked out the window and saw Lin getting into her car. I pouted then I turned to the kitchen. There was a plate of breakfast waiting for me with some coffee. “She’s so in love with me.” I said to myself then took a sip of my coffee. When I finished eating I cleaned up the kitchen then did some laundry and tried to figure out what to make Lin for lunch.

As the days went by with Lin being stuck in the office she made sure to come home in the morning to take a shower and make breakfast for me. It was sweet but I want her to lay with me! I was laying in bed when the phone rang and I answered it. “Hello.” I said. “She ripped it.” Asami said. “What?” I asked. “I wore the matching outfit we bought last night and Korra ripped it. You need to put yours on.” Asami said. “Y’all nasty.” I teased. “You and Lin fucked in my closet.” Asami said. “That is true.” I said.

“Exactly so you better put that outfit on and then that pencil skirt outfit and go up there and do what you need to do.” Asami said. “You’re right.” I said. “Also are you and Lin coming with the rest of us to Zaofu?” Asami asked. “Why are we going to Zaofu?” I asked. “Because Lin’s sister has invited us to visit.” Asami said. “Her what?” I asked. “Her sister Su…has she not told you about her?” Asami asked. “No! I had no clue she had a sister.” I said. “Well they are still learning to get along so I’m kinda not surprised but I don’t know as her girlfriend I thought she’d mention her to you.” Asami said.

“She’s been busy a lot lately so I’m not surprised that she hasn’t brought it up.” I said. “Well I say get to packing so you guys can come.” Asami said. “Oh we’ll be there, trust me.” I said. “Good, I’ll talk to you later. I love you.” Asami said. “I love you too.” I said and hung up. I sighed then decided to start packing. I packed the new pink lingerie in my bag and a bunch of clothes and other things. When I finished I decided to make Lin’s lunch. When that was done I dressed up then made my way to her office. I didn’t put on the lingerie outfit because I’m mad at Lin.

She’s not getting any from me. I saw Mako and Bolin. “Hello boys.” I said. “Hey!” Bolin exclaimed and gave me a hug. I hugged him back then hugged Mako. “Chief isn’t in her office, she’s in another meeting.” Mako said. “That’s fine I’ll just wait in her office also you guys are coming to Zaofu right?” I asked. “Yeah of course.” Bolin said. “Are you guys going? I know chief has been a little dodgy about answering if you guys are going or not.” Mako said. “We’re going.” I said. Mako and Bolin nodded. I went up to Lin’s office and I sat in her chair.

The more I sat there the more irritated I got. How could she not tell me? Why wouldn’t she tell me? I’m her girlfriend, she's supposed to tell me these things! How the fuck do you not say hey babe I have a sister! Like makes no fucking sense. The door opened and I looked up. “What’s wrong with you?” Lin asked. “So you have a sister.” I said. “Who told you?” Lin asked as she closed the door behind her. “Asami called me asking if we’re going to Zaofu with everyone else because your sister invited us.” I said.

“We aren’t going.” Lin said. “Oh yes we are, I already told Asami, Bolin and Mako we are going and I’ve already packed.” I said. “Well unpack because we aren’t going.” Lin said. “Yes we are.” I said. “No.” Lin said sternly. “I’ll go without you then.” I said and folded my arms. “You wouldn’t dare.” Lin said. “Try me.” I said. “Why are you being so difficult?” Lin asked as she walked over to the desk. “Why don’t you wanna go? Why didn’t you tell me about your sister?” I asked. “Because it’s none of your business.” Lin snapped. “I’m your girlfriend Lin.” I said. “No you are not. Remember your place.” Lin snapped.

“Ok.” I said. I got up and left the room. She wants me to remember my place. I can do that but me remembering my place means her remembering hers. When I got back to the apartment I didn’t even bother to clean up and I ordered food for myself. When dinner time came around I didn’t bother to cook for Lin at all.

The next morning I woke up to the smell of food. I got out of bed and went into the kitchen. I saw Lin at the stove. “So you didn’t wash dishes last night?” Lin asked. I didn’t bother to respond and I made myself some coffee. “Am I talking to myself?” Lin asked. I turned to look at her and just took a sip of my coffee. “Really?” Lin asked. I shrugged. “You are being such a brat right now.” Lin replied. That’s the point Linny. I’m back in my place. “Do you think this is funny?” Lin asked. “No I don't, Linny.” I said. “You clearly do.” Lin said. I shook my head.

When lunch time came around I made her lunch and just dropped off the food. I didn’t bother to sit and be with her. The same with dinner. Just drop offs and go. I've been doing this till it was time to go to Zaofu. I made sure I had everything in my bags that morning. “Are you really going?” Lin asked. I nodded my head. “You’re on your own for lunch and dinner. Good luck. Hopefully when I come back your attitude has changed.” I said and made my way out the door. I’m being petty I know but I don’t care! She started it!

When we made it to Zaofu I got introduced to everyone. “I’m surprised my sister got a girlfriend as sweet as you.” Su said. I just laughed. “Speaking of aunty Lin, where is she?” Opal asked. “Paperwork is keeping her way too busy.” I said. “When will she ever take a break?” Su sighed. “Who knows.” I said. I was shown around and of course I went shopping on Lin’s card. She’s gonna spank the hell out of me but I don’t care! I sat with Su outside and we just talked. “You know I didn’t think my sister would fall in love again.” Su said. “What do you mean?” I asked.

“Last time she was in love was with Tenzin and that was years ago.” Su said. “Damn.” I said. “I don’t know if she dated other people after him really but she seems to like you if she sent you to meet me and I’ve heard Korra talk about the two of you. You two seem so sweet. I wish she was here so I could see you two together.” Su said. “She’s dated some other people before me. I believe she made it seem like it was all just casual.” I said. “Well she’s taking you seriously so just try to be patient with her. I know she can be a handful.” Su said and we laughed.

The next morning I woke up to knocking at my door. I got out of bed and opened the door. There stood a pissed off Lin. “Oh hello.” I said. “You really made me come all the way here to get you.” Lin huffed. “Oh no no I didn’t make you come here.” I told her as I moved aside to let her in. “I’m not in the mood for you brat.” Lin said. “Then why are you here?” I asked. “To bring you home.” Lin said. “Why?” I asked. “Because you don’t need to be here.” Lin said. “Why? Your sister seems nice and your niece Opal was asking about you.” I said.

“You know nothing about my sister.” Lin snapped. “Then tell me.” I snapped back. “It’s none of your business.” Lin said. “Lin, just explain please. I just want to understand.” I said. “You just don’t need to be here!” Lin yelled. “Don’t raise your voice at me Lin Beifong.” I said. “I wouldn’t be raising my voice if you just listened!” Lin shouted. “I’m trying to listen but you just keep yelling and saying a whole lot of nothing baby.” I said and sat on the bed. “Pack your things we’re leaving.” Lin said. “You can’t make me leave.” I said.

“If you don’t come with me this is over.” Lin said. “Ok, I don’t need your money. I’m more than capable of taking care of myself. In all honesty the reason I’m still here with you is because I genuinely love spending time with you. I love our time together that’s why I’m here but if you don’t care about that then ok. I’ll pack up and leave if that’s what you want.” I said. Lin huffed. “Tell me what you want, Lin.” I said. “I want us to go home. Please let’s just go home.” Lin said. “Please tell me why I just want to understand.” I said.

“Why do you have to know? Why can’t we just go home?” Lin asked. I grabbed Lin’s hand and pulled her to me. “Talk to me. I want this to work Lin and this won’t work if you don’t talk.” I said. She sat down and I straddled her. “Lin, please just let me in.” I begged. Lin sighed. I cupped her face but then quickly removed my hand from her scar cheek. Lin grabbed my hand and put it back. Lin took a deep breath and started to tell me about her relationship with her sister.

[gaias-space]

DEAN WINCHESTER X FEM! READER X ENEMIES TO LOVERS

“Dean we’ve got nothing!” You shout frustrated. “Is Sam sure there’s even a case?” You sink in the chair of the building you were in. Sam was at the bunker with a busted knee, so he assigned the next best person he knew to hunt alongside Dean, you. You were skilled, had years of experience, and smart. You’d known the boys for years, Sam admired you, but Dean…he never knew why but you rubbed him the wrong way. But you too felt the same. Neither of you got along, you were on the brink of ripping each other’s throats at any time you were around each other. But when it came to a job both of you tried putting that aside to get the job done and then wouldn’t have to worry about seeing each other for another few months or for both yours sakes, years.

“Yeah I’m thinking that too, but the mass of deaths in this town…it’s off. But where the hell is the evidence” Dean says also frustrated. It was late, you were exhausted. And Dean, refusing to admit it, was also tired. “Alright well how about tomorrow we head into the town and speak with the local sheriff” you suggest: Dean agrees “yeah. You’re right, we’re going to have to check it out tomorrow because god…I’m so tired.” The two of you yawn. “it’s gettin late. And I want some food, I’m starving”. Deans voice was low, never once looking you in the eye. “There’s a motel not far from here, we’ll have to crash there and tomorrow we’ll look for more answers” you say. Deans brows crease and he hisses frustrated. “oh hell no. No way am I putting up with your ass got a whole night. There has to be someone who can give us any sort of information” he turns around slowly gesturing to the remaining people in the office. Your heart ached and you took a step back. “Ass” you murmur under your breath. “Dean it’s nine at night, we’ve been up since six. Not a person here has given us any- or much useful information. I say we try investigating the sheriffs office tomorrow but we need sleep and we need to do this for Sam.” your voice hopeful. Dean rolls his eyes frustrated. “Yeah…you’re right.” His voice deep and filled with annoyance. Sam had felt depressed for weeks while he was in the mend, seeing his eyes light up knowing there was a case- well how could you not do it? You sit in silence in the impala, Dean blasts his favourite songs with full intention of drowning you out if you even tried to speak. He couldn’t stand your voice, he couldn’t stand your excited rambling when you discovered something he couldn’t stand you. He just wanted this case to be over, and he was regretting taking this one since it’s taking a lot longer then he wanted it to be. The car ride was painfully long, but you couldn’t help the loud sigh of relief when Dean says “we’re here”. He pulls into a small parking lot and a small motel building. He pulls the car into an empty lot, turns the car off and looks at you. “One night, and first thing Tomorrow morning, bright and early, crack of dawn, sunny-“

“Alright, alright I get it Jesus!” You wave a hand in dismissal. “God you really are the worst” you say exiting his car, refusing to hear another word. It was now closer to ten pm, you were tired and exhausted, but now more irritated then ever. The two of you enter the small building to boom a room. In the office was a thin, scrawny young man. “H-hey what can I do for yous tonight?” He says with a squeaky voice. He has to be young, or this is his first job. Dean stands in front of you, dominant like always. “We need a room” he demands. The nervous kid flicks through the motel book and sighs happily. “Ah perfect! We have one room left and it’s perfect for you lovely couple it’s a-“

“Excuse me?” Dean interrupts. The boy chokes and there’s a shakiness to hos voice again. “Well uh there’s one room available. One double bed…”

“No! No none of that! We sure as hell ain’t a couple! Listen buddy we need two rooms or two beds anything else!” Dean slams his fist on the desk, startling the boy. You can’t help but chuckle at the situation, of course this would happen to you. “Oh I’m so sorry sir…I didn’t mean to assume. But we’re all out, that’s the last room we’ve got tonight.”

Dean sighs and runs his hand through his hair. “Is there another motel nearby?” His voice lowered. “I mean not for another four hours…”

“Four hours!? What kind of city is this- god…just..fine. That will do.” He says in defeat. The boy nervously grabs the key and hands it to Dean. “C-can I have a name?…for the book I mean”. You couldn’t help. But feel sorry for the kid. He looked like he was about to wet himself. But Dean was an asshole, he had that effect on a lot of people. “Kyle Maddison” Dean says. He always used an alias especially on a job. You sank in the waiting seat you were tired, exhausted, trusted, disappointed now. The one thing you wanted was sleep, and also to get this job done and not see Dean again. But of course this had to happen. As much as you wanted to put up a fight, the idea of sleep sounded marvellous. Dean finishes up and turns around storming out the door not waiting for you. Why would he? You follow along and find yourselves at room 403. “Can’t fucking believes this” he mutters. You enter the room and he throws his bags on the small table. Both of you look at the double bed in the room. Now there was the elephant in the room. “Well what are we going to do now?” You say. Dean takes his jacket off and kicks his shoes off. “I dunno about you sweetheart but sleep sounds great right about now and this bed- oh she’s calling my name”. He smiles at the furniture and falls o to the comfortable looking mattress. “Excuse me?” You say annoyed. Dean just st looks at you confused, as if you should already somehow know the answer. “What?” Your jaw drops and you scoff. “Where the hell am I gonna sleep? Why don’t I get the bed? Ladies first and all?” Dean lets out a choked laugh “ha! Honest I paid for the room. I get the bed. And I sure as hell ain’t sharin’ so.”- he darts his eyes at the floor. A small space beside the bed that could fit your body with a little extra room. “You’ve got to be kidding me Dean” you growl. “Your fucking ridiculous” you shout. “Well that’s not my problem now is it? You’re lucky I even let us stay in here. Lucky I even paid for us to have the room. Speaking of”- deans eyes dart to the mini fridge. “Bingo”. He rolls his body out of bed and raids the mini fridge. “You know you have to pay for that?” You attempt to ruin his joy. But he just shrugs. “Ah fake credit cards, never paid a dollar for these in my life” he says muffled as he shoves chips into his mouth. “You’re actually ridiculous my god”. You couldn’t believe he was making you sleep on the floor. You notice there was a small ensuite. Perfect, a shower. Just what you needed after today. Showers always made you feel better no matter what kind of day you’ve had. And perhaps this would help with this sleeping arrangement. “I’m going for a shower” is all you say as you enter the bathroom and shut the door behind you. Dean continued stuffing his face with drinks and snacks.

***

The shower was warm and refreshing, the water trickled down your body and the rosy scented soap suds drizzled down you and into the drain. For a moment you had forgotten all about your worries. Just the warmth and comfort of the shower. You had been in there for quite some time and you were now at the brink of passing out from tiredness. You quickly finish in the shower and dress yourself in satin sleepwear, another comfort item. You open the ensuite door and are greeted with the smell of pizza. “Dean. Did you get pizza?” You ask in shock and confusion. You watch as Dean shovelled down a pizza, noticing the delivery recipet hanging on the bed. “Yeah…well, the snacks didn’t fulfill my hunger so I ya know- got food.” You could barely make out his words while he chewed. The smell of pepperoni wafted in your nose and you felt your stomach ache. You too were starving and hadn’t eaten for hours either. And now it was almost sickening. “It was a two for one special so I got you a cheese pizza” deans voice interrupts your thoughts and he points to a box on the bed. With a shocked expression you move your way to the box and take it “uh…thank you” you mutter. “Pfft didn’t do it for you. Almost considered eating that one myself. You just got lucky tonight that’s all” how voice was cold and sarcastic. Would he ever lighten up? Rolling your eyes you sit on a small stool and shovel the pizza in your mouth. More time had passed and it was closer to midnight, your stomach was full, Dean was now lying in bed trying to sleep and you, you were making a makeshift bed on the floor. as you made your bed, you huff and puffed and made all kinds of sounds expressing your annoyance and frustration with your sleep arrangement, hoping it would get a reaction out of Dean. “Look I ain’t happy about it either, the sooner we get this done the better it will be alright? You fight demons and all kinds supernatural beasts but you can’t sleep On the floor? pfft make that make sense” he snarks. Rolling your eyes you finally lay down on the hard, rough carpeted floor and attempt to find a comfortable position. “Yet, you’re too afraid to share the bed” you respond. Dean doesn’t reply he rolls over facing away from you and attempts to sleep. He couldn’t help but feel a little bad for making you sleep on the floor, it was cruel even for him, but he refused to kill his ego and sleep in the same bed with you. Soon he shut his eyes and drifted off to sleep. And you, you tossed and turned for another hour trying to get comfortable until sleep finally took you and you fell into a deep rest.

Hours had gone by, it was around 4 am when you felt something touch your arm. It’s little legs tickled your fingers, and then your hand, then up to your arms and finally, you woke to the sensation, thinking it was a dream. Your eyes fly open, and you notice and sensation was real. It was a roach from the floor, crawling on your hand. Your eyes widen and an earth shattering scream bursts through your lips. You jump to your feet waving your arm around, throwing the roach into the air. “FUCK! BUG! ROACH! AHHHHH!” You could barely make the words, Dean wakes up in a panic. Your worst fear was bugs. “What the hell Y/N?!” Dean yells. You grasp your knees breathing heaving trying to catch your breath. “There was a - a bug!…crawled on me-“ you pant. Deans face contorts, annoyance and tiredness reading all over him. “You woke me up over a goddamn bug!?” Dean yells. You were still shaken up “it was Crawling in me!” You scream. Dean signs and falls back onto his pillow. “Go to bed. Fuckin pussy” those last words he mutters, but you could still hear him. You look back at your bed, a blanket and a single pillow. If there was one roach, there had to be others. You were exhausted, your eyes barely focusing. Dean grunts and tries to fall back asleep. But no way in hell could you sleep now. What if another crawled on you? What if it went in your mouth? Or bit you somehow? Can Roaches even bite? Well you weren’t gonna try and find out. With a shaky breath you contemplate what to do. The floor was so uncomfortable you knew your back would hurt in the morning, there was also possibly a family of bugs waiting to dance in your body. But there right in front of you was the coziest looking bed right now. You sigh feeling defeated, you knew what his answer would be but you needed to try. You tiptoe over and stare at him for a moment. The moonlight illuminating his features. He looked so peaceful sleeping. His soft lips parted slightly, his arms hugging his pillow. He looked cute, almost like he could be nice. Something he’d never been to you. You reach out a finger and poke his arm, he grunts but doesn’t wake. “Dean!” You whisper. He could not have fallen back asleep that fast. “Dean!” You say louder. He jolts awake again “huh? What? Oh…for god sakes Y/n what are you doing awake? You’re not still scared about a damn bug are you?” His voice deep and tired. “As a matter of a fact yes, I’m horrified. Can I-can I please sleep on the bed? You won’t know I’m even there? Please” you whimper. He rolls his eyes too tired to argue. He was tired, he wanted sleep. Needed it infact. His eyes lazily look at you “no” is all he says before laying his head on the pillow. “But - but”- he doesn’t say a word he closes his eyes and ignores you. ‘You’ve got to be kidding me’ you thought. Well it was worth a shot. You shakily lay back down in your makeshift bed feeling unease. Dean wasn’t asleep, he couldn’t. Not after the guttural scream that came from you. He felt guilty. Why? He wasn’t sure. But it wasn’t fair for you to sleep on the floor. Dean tried everything he could to get comfortable and sleep but all he could hear was you tossing and groaning.

His tired figure rolls across and he props himself up on his arms watching you. Watching your tiny body shake and quiver. ‘God she’s really shaken up over a bug?’ Dean thought. He knew you were completely terrified of them, it was almost pathetic. He couldn’t help but feel dread and guilt. You looked so frightened, that floor did not look comfortable and after all you hadn’t annoyed him too ouch today. Perhaps he shouldn’t be so hard on you, for tonight. His arm hangs down and he shoves your shoulder, starting you awake. “Cmon. Now” is all he says. He pays the mattress beside him I. A sleepy manner before rolling back over. “Don’t make me regret this”. He mumbles. It takes you a second to realise what he said and you jump to your feet. You knew Dean wanted you up bright and early but with the broken sleep you were having, that plan was going to change. You gently slide yourself into the mattress, trying not to disturb Dean. The soft foam supported your back and the pillow under your head was the perfect fineness. Your eyes shut almost immediately, exhaustion overriding you as you fall into a deep sleep. Hours had gone by and both you and Dean had slept in. It was now 10:30 am and neither of you had woken up. The sun beams on your skin, the sound of birds chirped outside.

The second you had placed your head on that mattress you had the sounded sleep Ever. In fact possible too good- Dean was first to wake his eyes slowly blinking open. But he couldn’t move. Sleepily he looks down and it takes a moment before he freezes in place. Your head on his chest. You were sleeping in a ball snuggled tightly into Dean, peacefully sleeping on his chest and one hand over his chest. Drool escapes your lips and trickles onto this shirt. You looked…peaceful. Deans eyes widened. What the hell would he do now?

(Stay Tuned For Part Two…Coming Soon)

[fictionrealms]

Hound's Teeth—Chapter 6

TW:

gunfire, grief, angst and more angst, feeling of losing oneself, NHEA, if you can think of any more please let me know my brain is fried rn because I'm sick.

Summary:

Have we ever been truly safe? I didn't know. I didn't want to. I know everything I need to; that I have to run. That we aren't safe. That Caleb was home, and protection, and safety. He was everything good in the world. Until he isn't. He is gone.

Word Count: 2293

6/10 chapters

Ongoing. Prelude to another fic in the works.

Hound's Teeth - Chapter 6 - bhaalistbabe - 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

Somewhere between my fall into nothingness and coming back to reality, I realize that Caleb pulled me from the shower. A towel wrapped securely around me and sat on the edge of the bed. The sound of running water and steam seeping out from the bathroom tells me that Caleb was taking a shower now. There’s clothes laid out beside me, probably from the stash of spare clothes he keeps in his car. His sweatpants are too long and baggy. His shirt looks more like a dress on me as it hangs off my shoulders. But they work, so I put them on and cinch the pants at the waist before rolling the waistband several times. Sometimes I forget how much shorter I am compared to him. It’s almost comical, in a way.

While I wait, I decide that now is as good a time as any to cut my hair. Grabbing the small garbage can from under the desk, I sit cross-legged on the floor and begin hacking at my hair. Chunks of blonde fall away, floating into the can and I watch them go. Like leaves falling from the dead trees in the fall. Maybe that’s why it feels so freeing to cut my hair shorter. Maybe I was dead like the trees. When it was all said and done, my fingers run down the strands. Testing the length. My hair which was once just past my shoulders now reached my chin. It looks alien, foreign and I feel like I’m a child again.

Satisfied with the results, I get up and put the can back. Then walk to stare out the window. It wasn’t much of a view. The hotel is gritty and run down with only two floors worth of rooms. But it was better than letting my thoughts run.

When the bathroom door opens, I’m standing by the window. Arms wrapped around myself, letting the water from my hair drip down my neck. It keeps me grounded. In the moment. In reality. Because that pull of nothingness keeps gnawing at me—calling my name. And it sounds like a lullaby. Caleb looks at the floor, brows furrowing when he notices the few strands of hair that didn’t make it into the can. He’s drying his hair with a towel, fully dressed in another pair of sweatpants and a fitted, black tank top. 

“You actually did it.”

“Needed a change,” I say, voice flat, like it’s a fact–because it is. I needed something to feel like I wasn’t a caged bird. Like I wasn’t losing control of my life and whatever was left of my sanity. If it was ever truly there to begin with. Because I was starting to question if I had a screw loose somewhere in my mentality. Death never really phased me growing up. We had pets that died as kids, the moment Caleb told me—because he was always the one to break the news to me—I felt next to nothing. It was final. A fact that I couldn’t change. And I didn’t see the point in being sad about something that was destined to happen anyway.

 He places a kiss atop my head, squeezing my shoulders before tossing his towel on the chair

“We’ll never be able to stop running, will we?” It’s not a question. Another fact. Because I know better than to ask a question I already know the answer to anymore.

He shakes his head, then goes to sit on the edge of the bed. There are still dark circles under his eyes. His shoulders are stiff and his posture tense. But he still maintains the same boyish laugh he’s had since we were young. “I don’t know, pip, I really don’t. I hope so.”

Foolish. It’s foolish of him to have hope in that regard. I saw the look in Harris’ eyes when Caleb was leading me out the banquet hall. Saw the glint in his eye. Like he knew a secret we hadn’t figured out yet but would in time. Like we were nothing more but prey about to fall into his sticky spider’s web. Caleb said himself that he knows something, just that he doesn’t know what it is that Harris knows. But I do. I’m so sure of it. It’s on the tip of my tongue. He knows who I am and if my suspicions are right; he works for Ever. I can’t prove anything yet, so I don’t tell Caleb my thoughts. Only turn to walk to the bed and sit beside him.

He falls back, lying on his back and runs his hands down his face. I can see the exhaustion taking its toll on him in waves. I shift, pulling my legs up and curl into a ball beside him as I rest my head on his chest. It feels like when we were kids and I would run to his room during thunderstorms. But they don’t affect me anymore. Not since I learned I could make my own with my Evol. His arm wraps around me, running his fingers through my still-damp hair. 

“Going to sleep?”

His arm pulls from me and I feel it like a loss. His warmth leaving me like the last rays of the summer sun before it slips beneath the horizon. It bends to prop his head on his fist. “Trying to get rid of me already?”

I snort. It’s absurd that he can fall back into the ease of banter and teasing so easily. Like it was nothing. Like we weren’t in a run-down, hole-in-the-wall hotel in the middle of nowhere.

A broad grin spreads across my face and I lean forward. My teeth latch onto his shoulder, sinking in until I know I left a mark. “You couldn’t get that lucky.”

It’s absurd. Because I fall in line with the ease of our relationship. Playful. Easy. Relaxed.

His nose scrunches and he lets out a yelp in pain. Swatting me away with his free hand before lowering the one holding his head up to look at the teeth marks on his shoulder. Puffy and swollen from the bite. Caleb captures my wrists in one hand as he rolls to hover me, a teasing smirk on his face. It’s forced, strained, but still there. I wonder if he can feel the butterflies fluttering in my stomach as I let out a scream of surprise.

“You little menace!” His voice is light, teasing, and playful. I giggle when he leans down to latch onto my shoulder in retaliation.

“But I’m your menace.”

It was easy. Natural even for us to be pinned like this. Nothing we hadn’t done before. Personal space was a thing of the past. But it didn’t stop my heart from skipping several beats in response. Not when his head lifts and the deep, swirling violet of his eyes pull me into their orbit. My breath catches in my throat and heat rises to my cheeks. Dusting them a light shade of pink.

He snorts, that damning smirk still on his face before it breaks into a full-on grin. For a moment, it feels like we’re back in Linkon. When Grandma was still alive, we would be scolded for roughhousing in the house before she sent us to go outside. But that was in the long-forgotten past. Nothing but a distant memory now. Because she was dead and the house was gone.

“Yeah, well, you’re a pain in my ass.” His voice breaks the illusion and I stick my tongue at him.

“You can be a pain in something,” I murmur under my breath.

“What was that, pipsqueak?” 

Despite his teasing tone, I feel the heat radiate down to my neck and up to my ears. I bite the inside of my cheek and avert my eyes. “Oh, nothing!”

“Nuh uh, you’re not getting off that easily.”

A memory.

Fleeting, but they're all the same. So foggy and distant it’s like a dream. Hidden beneath layers and layers of fluffy clouds that obscure my vision. It was the train ride. Caleb had lost his memory after the chip had run its course. Wiping them clean of everything and anything. Including his name and who he was. Who I was. It was my job to protect him then. Keep him hidden in the illusion that I was the only thing in his life that truly mattered. Going so far as to hide his Fleet uniform and phone. A blissful three days where it was just him and I with not a care in the world.

“What if I do?” the words leave me before I have time to process what I was doing, “What if I dare?”

His brows lift in shock. And for a while, we just sit there staring at each other as if asking a million questions, saying a million things that we had never been brave enough to do before. His grip loosens on my wrist, making to pull away from me. Caleb was conflicted. I could see it in his eyes. In the way his posture shifted nervously. 

“You don’t know what you’re saying, pip.”

He rakes a hand through his hair, pushing it out of his face. Then he stands and walks back to the bathroom. 

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It was barely eight in the morning. The sun still warming the ground outside. Caleb had went to check us out of the room and so I was left alone. Tidying the room and shoving our old clothes into a duffle bag. It took me less than ten minutes to do everything, but by the time I reached the top of the stairs outside, Caleb was already there. A tight smile across his handsome face. Expression tired and worn. 

“You ready?” His voice sounds strained. Like he’d been screaming for hours.

I don’t comment on the way his voice makes my chest ache. Giving a simple nod as he takes the duffle bag from me without a word. The walk to the car is silent. Only the sound of gravel crunching beneath our feet and the buzz of the motel’s neon sign. Caleb spots it before I do. His shoulders slump in defeat as he runs a shaky hand through his hair. My eyes follow his gaze to the puddle under the car and as we get closer I smell it; the overwhelming scent of gasoline. I knew nothing about cars, but Caleb did. My brows furrow as I look up at him.

“What happened?”

“Someone siphoned our gas, pip.”

Caleb pauses mid-way to the car, his eyes scanning the area. I assume he was looking for signs of the cars that had found us on our way here. Or whoever had siphoned the gas. Either way, it didn’t matter. We were walking at this point.

So walk we did.

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The road stretched into miles and miles of barren land. The dirt on either side of us looked like it hadn’t seen rain for years. I felt bad for whatever animal lived out there. All the poor plants that might be meant for the sun but not the searing heat. Rain clouds pulled in the sky as I used my Evol to offer what little rain I could. Caleb stiffens beside me, his hand taking mine and squeezing it.

“Don’t use your Evol, pipsqueak.”

My head tilts. I blink at him, confused. “Why not?”

“You’re an elemental Evolver,” his tone is gentle despite his warning, “That’s going to cause attention we can’t afford.”

My expression falters and my rainclouds dissipate with it. At least the poor animals and plants got a little taste of the rain while they could. It would have to be enough for me.

We walked in silence for the rest of the time. It was deafening and gnawed at me from the inside. I hated the way we seemed to have drifted apart. Not just since the last night, but since this whole thing began. Caleb didn’t feel the same. He was distant, cold and guarded. Like he was too scared to let me in more than I already was. Like I wasn’t allowed to be close to him the way I always have been. Always at arm’s length but never close enough to touch. Not in the ways that mattered.

I let my mind wander. Thinking back to nights when it was just the two of us; before Grandma’s health got bad. When we used to stay up all night and binge every movie we could. Baking in the kitchen and I’d sing and dance while we waited for the oven timer to go off. All the laughs we shared. Things were so much simpler then. Back when all we had to worry about aside from our studies and our jobs. When I was more concerned about when the next time I would get to see him was. If he was alive and safe out there in the Deepspace Tunnel. Not whatever this was. This silence and distance that only seemed to grow louder, stretch wider. The Toring Chip that makes him second-guess every interaction. I hated all of it.

“You keep looking at me,” Caleb’s voice breaks me from my thoughts.

I don’t look at him. Defiance at its finest. “No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do. You look tired. Here.”

Caleb stops in front of me, dropping to sit in a crouch, and pats his shoulder. I don’t need to ask what he means. Climbing on his back and wrapping my arms around his neck. He loops his arms under my thighs then stands and I easily fall asleep the moment he begins to walk again. 

I guess sleep can only find me when we’re together like this.

[bridgyrose]

“You dont really think that any of us were involved with the incident at the docks, do you?” Yang asked as a few police officers searched the dorm. “We saw the explosions and started heading over there. That was it.” 

Ozpin let out a soft sigh, staying in the doorway of the room. “I dont, but further investigation has led to some evidence that one of you may have taken part in helping Roman Torchwick.” 

“None of us work with the White Fang,” Ruby answered back. “We’re all human-” 

“I know Miss Belladonna is a faunus, Miss Rose,” Ozpin interrupted. “However, she has been cleared of any suspicions given her story matched that of Mister Wukong.” 

“Then what exactly did you find?” Weiss asked. “None of us had been at the docks before then.” 

Ozpin pulled out a small plastic bag with a piece of red cloth in it. “They found this at the docks.” 

Ruby walked over and gently took the plastic bag, looking over the cloth. “This doesnt prove that any of us-” 

“I found something!” one of the officers yelled out as she pulled a ripped cloak out from under one of the bunk beds. “Its torn just like the fabric.” 

Ozpin looked at Ruby as if he was trying to read her thoughts. “MIss Rose, is there anything you want to tell us?”

“T-that… that cloak went missing a few days ago…” Ruby rushed over to take the cloak from the officer, only to be stopped by another. “I was looking all over for it!” 

The officer started to pack the cloak up. “We’ll need to take this to see if it matches the piece of fabric we found.” 

“Miss Rose, I need you to come with me,” Ozpin said. 

“But I didnt-” Ruby let out a sigh and started to follow Ozpin. “Yes sir.” 

The walk to Ozpin’s office felt longer than normal as Ruby silently followed him. She was thankful there werent any students out that knew what was going on, but even knowing that a couple of them watched her made her stomach feel like it was being tied in knots. Even feeling the fresh air on her skin walking from the dorms to the tower that housed Ozpin’s office couldnt ease her. 

The elevator ride up to Ozpin’s office was just as awkward as the rest of the walk. The silence was deafening as her mind raced about the trouble she was in. Not that she’d done anything wrong. Maybe the wrong place at the wrong time with Penny, but even then that was just to look for Blake, nothing more. 

The elevator doors opened and Ozpin walked over to his desk, sitting down. “Hot chocolate?” he asked. 

“N-no thanks,” Ruby answered as she sat down in the chair across from him.

“Alright. Then tell me, what were you doing at the docks?” 

“I was searching for Blake when she ran off and saw a couple of explosions go off. The girl I was with, Penny, ran over there with me and we helped Blake and Sun fight off the White Fang and Roman.” 

“I see. The fabric that was found, it does belong to your cloak, doesnt it?” 

“Yes, but I told you, that cloak went missing a few days ago.” Ruby couldnt help but tap her fingers against her leg, heart racing in her chest. “I had taken my cloak off after class, put it in my dorm, and then left with my team to get dinner. When we came back, the door was unlocked and my cloak was missing.” 

Ozpin raised a brow. “So why didnt you report anything? If someone broke into your room, that’s a serious offense.” 

“I thought that I was mistaken on locking the door and figured I must’ve left it unlocked.” 

“And the missing cloak?” 

“Weiss convinced me not to report it missing. Besides, it was one of four that I brought to Beacon. One missing cloak wasnt a big deal while I had the others.” 

Ozpin poured some hot chocolate for himself. “That doesnt explain how the cloak ended up in your dorm and under the bunk bed.” 

“I dont know how it got back.” 

“Ruby, please, I need you to be honest with me. If you had anything to do with what happened-” 

“I was only there to help!” Ruby yelled out as she slammed her hands on the desk. “The only time I went out towards the docks was when I was searching for Blake!” 

“Then maybe you can tell me where this Penny is and she can confirm your story.” 

“Well… I… I dont know… where she is.” 

“Then there is no choice.” Ozpin took a sip from his mug. “Until we can prove your innocence, we’ll need to restrict how often you’re away from campus. You will not be permitted to leave unless you have one of the professors with you.” 

“You cant do that.” 

“If it means keeping one of my students safe, then I’ll do whatever I need to.” Ozpin sighed and looked at the papers on his desk. “I believe that you werent part of this, but it’ll take time to prove your innocence. For now, all I’m asking is that you stay on campus and out of trouble. I’ll work with the police and we’ll find out who really assisted with the incident.” 

“Yes, professor.”

Ruby sighed and made her way into the elevator and down the tower. Not being able to leave campus would certainly cause a problem for the upcoming breaks and classes over the next few weeks. But what bothered her the most was that she couldnt seem to prove her innocence. She knew there were times that even her team wouldnt be able to account for her whereabouts. 

She stepped off the elevator, running into another student and falling flat onto her ass. She let out a sigh and started to stand up. “I’m sorry-” 

“Its fine, seems like you had a lot on your mind,” the student answered. 

Ruby paused once she got up, almost captivated by the amber eyes that stared back at her. “Something like that. I should’ve paid more attention to where I was going.” 

“Maybe I could help you get your mind off it. I have some sweets at my dorm.” 

“I should be getting back to my team…” *Not that I”m ready to face them,* Ruby thought to herself. “But a little time for sweets wouldnt hurt.” 

“I’m Cinder,” Cinder said with a smile, offering a hand to Ruby. 

Ruby took Cinder’s hand. “Ruby.” 

“Its nice to meet you, Ruby.”

[renlyslittlerose]

Kinktober Day 10 - Cuddling for Warmth

For @gretchenzellerbarnes ❄️

Warm Love - 2,180 Rating: E Content: Established Relationship / Explicit Sexual Content / Cuddling & Snuggling / Huddling For Warmth / Frottage / Hand Jobs / Anakin Skywalker is a Menace

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All Jedi were expected to undergo survival training. As younglings they’d sit in their classes and learn the basics of how to call for help, how to track various night skies, and what foods were safe to eat depending on one’s species. When they became padawans the classroom became the outdoors where they were sent out to survive in the wilderness for days or even weeks at a time, and where they were expected to care for themselves and one another while actively looking for help and not just expecting it.

Anakin had always enjoyed survival training. He was actually good at it, despite Obi-Wan’s insistence that he really should stop eating the bugs he found beneath rocks and in the hollowed bodies of dead trees. The academic side of being a Jedi had always frustrated Anakin, having to sit and listen rather than do, but when it came to the practical, tangible side of his training, Anakin felt like perhaps he actually was meant to be a Jedi.

And so, when the heating systems of the Negotiator went out after a droid from the Separatist army landed a lucky shot in the middle of a dog fight, Anakin knew just what to do.

“We have to cuddle for warmth.”

Obi-Wan glanced up from his desk in his quarters and looked at Anakin as he stood in the doorway.

With a mild expression Obi-Wan dropped his stylus and sat back in his chair. “It’s only ten degrees, Anakin. That’s hardly cold enough to warrant a sweater, let alone needing to cuddle for warmth.”

Anakin didn’t care that it was only twelve degrees. What he did care about was how the tip of his nose was going pink, and how he was fairly certain that in a few short minutes his toes would start to go numb.

“You run hot,” he said as he strode into the room. It was slightly warmer inside Obi-Wan’s room, his breath heating up the small space. Anakin seemed to grow colder the longer he remained in his, and he eyed Obi-Wan with some suspicion. “You don’t have some secret Jedi warming powers you never told me about, do you?”

Obi-Wan chuckled. “No, Anakin, I do not have any secret powers, unless you count my ability to know when you’re getting yourself into trouble from light-years away.”

Under normal circumstances Anakin would have snapped back at Obi-Wan, but these were not normal circumstances. His toes were going numb.

“Whatever - just get into bed with me?”

Rising with deliberate ease, Obi-Wan held his arm out to Anakin and allowed him to pass. Obi-Wan’s bed was tucked into the wall as was standard with all beds on the ship, and was neatly made and smelled of military issues detergent mixed with Obi-Wan’s spicy cologne. It wasn’t made for two grown men, but that had never stopped them before.

“You should take off your robes,” Obi-Wan said as Anakin was half-way on to the bed.

Anakin glanced over his shoulder. “Undressing would defeat the purpose of getting warm.”

“Not if we’re fucking.”

Swallowing down the sudden spike of arousal at hearing Obi-Wan say the word ‘fuck’, Anakin pushed off of the bed and turned to face Obi-Wan. “You want to fuck?” he asked.

Obi-Wan shrugged, nonchalant and elegant. “It’ll be hours before the droids complete their work and we’ll be able to leave this system, and hours still before we’re expected to be on deck and fill our roles as Generals. And if you’re cold… well, I know how I can warm you up.”

He slid closer to Anakin, his warm felt even through the dense layers of robes. Anakin gravitated closer and accepted the slow, easy kiss, his head tilting to the side as he buried his fingers in the warm cotton of Obi-Wan’s robes. Obi-Wan’s mouth was hot just like the rest of him, making Anakin’s cheeks and the tip of his nose heat up with each deliberate swipe.

“Hours you say?” Anakin said as they parted.

“Hours and hours,” Obi-Wan purred.

“You’ve convinced me.”

“Then you should start taking off your robes.”

Anakin sighed and nuzzled his nose against Obi-Wan’s. “But I’m cold.”

“I promise to warm you up immediately, darling. Now come on - let me see that pretty cock of yours.”

Anakin was certain there wasn’t much to see at the moment, his pretty cock gone and hidden itself as much as it could to avoid the chill. But just the thought of having slow, relaxing, warm sex with Obi-Wan gave Anakin the immense courage it took to start undressing. As soon as the cold air touched his skin he was shivering, and by the time he was under the thin sheets of Obi-Wan’s narrow bed he felt like he was going to break apart from the strength of his tremors.

“You’re so dramatic,” Obi-Wan said as he crawled on top of Anakin.

Immediately Anakin wrapped his arms around Obi-Wan and clutched him close, willing Obi-Wan’s heat to push into his bones and heat his insides. Obi-Wan’s skin was soft, the hairs across his chest and belly rough and pleasing, and the weight of his body on top eased Anakin’s trembles into something more manageable.

“You can see my breath,” Anakin said, pouting.

Obi-Wan chuckled and kissed Anakin deeply, one arm sliding beneath Anakin’s waist to hold him close, the other running through his curls, petting his jaw and the back of his skull. Easing into the kiss, Anakin parted his lips and rubbed his tongue against Obi-Wan’s, a shaky sigh slipping past his lips.

They continued their kiss for some time, Anakin trying to soak in Obi-Wan’s warmth. He was hot and heavy between his legs, their stomachs and chests pressed tight together, Anakin keeping both his arms beneath the blankets as he painted idle patterns along Obi-Wan’s low back and the curve of his ass. Obi-Wan was patient as he licked inside Anakin’s mouth and sucked on his tongue, their lips brushing and then pressing firmly together as Obi-Wan eased Anakin down from his deliberately indigent state.

It was as if the Separatist army thought it hadn’t personally pissed Anakin Skywalker off enough, and they just had to go and cut off the heating system of the ship he was on.

“Feeling any better?” Obi-Wan asked when they broke apart. His voice was thick with arousal, dense and deep, and Anakin ground up a little at the sound of it, pressing his hardening cock against Obi-Wan’s hip.

“A little,” he admitted. The tip of his nose was still cold, however, and he pressed his face against the crook of Obi-Wan’s neck, breathing him in as they rocked together.

Obi-Wan held him a little tighter and started grinding down, reciprocating Anakin’s slow, steady movements. Sweat began to bead up between them, and Anakin sighed with relief as his bones began to ache just a little less. Grabbing the meat of Obi-Wan’s ass, Anakin groaned as the muscles flexed beneath his touch, seizing before relaxing as Obi-Wan slowly humped against him.

Pulling away from the warmth of Obi-Wan’s neck, Anakin kissed across his jaw before catching him in another kiss. This time it was deeper and more intense, their tongues rubbing, mouths parted, breath sticky and hot, spit streaked across their lips. Anakin’s cock pulsed, stringy pearls of precome sliding out to slick across their bellies, catching in the coarse hairs along their groins.

Obi-Wan tasted like tea and cinnamon, soft notes of the green leaves mixing with the spice of the root, making Anakin feel both at ease but also slightly annoyed.

“You had tea without me,” Anakin mumbled when they broke apart.

“You don’t like the stuff I brought with me.” Obi-Wan rested their foreheads together, breath stuttering as he shoved his hips a little harder against Anakin.

“Still - I’m cold. I could have used a cup.”

“I’ll make you one when we’re done.”

“Make me a cup of caf instead.”

Obi-Wan’s nipped Anakin’s bottom lip, biting down on the tender skin rubbed raw from the brush of his beard. “You’re a brat.”

Anakin preened under the mild insult and hooked his leg around Obi-Wan’s waist, changing the angle so that he could slide his cock against Obi-Wan’s. Obi-Wan let out a gasp then, brows furrowing as they moved together. Heat pooled between them, chasing away Anakin’s prior chill, his skin slick with sweat and cheeks and chest flushed, his breath coming out in hot gusts that painted Obi-Wan’s lips and cheeks with perspiration.

His flesh hand remained beneath the blanket, rubbing Obi-Wan’s low back before occasionally slipping a finger between the cleft of his ass, teasing Obi-Wan but never going further than that. Feeling brave he lifted his mechno-hand out from the blankets and into the cold air, sensors picking up on the change in temperature. But Anakin didn’t want to turn them off, desperate to feel Obi-Wan - his warmth and the brush of his hairs along his fingertips, the dips and grooves of his face and the little pocket of scars across his back. Brushing a sweaty lock of hair from Obi-Wan’s brow, Anakin cupped his cheek and locked eyes with him.

The warmth in Obi-Wan’s eyes was enough to burn Anakin up from the inside out.

“Thanks for sharing your warmth with me,” he panted out, gasping and arching as Obi-Wan reached between them and grasped their cocks, holding them together firmly. “Guess you’re a true Jedi - helping those in need.”

Obi-Wan chuckled, his brows furrowing a moment before relaxing, breath coming out in a stutter as he neared the edge. Anakin moaned again when he felt the pad of Obi-Wan’s thumb press against the tip of his cock, and he caught him in another messy kiss as they chased their pleasures.

The sounds of their embrace carried through the now muggy room, the lick of their tongues, the gasps of their moans, the steady rustle of bedding as they moved. The air was thick with the scent of sex and the military issues soaps, familiar and yet still foreign to Anakin. He didn’t like that Obi-Wan smelled of the industry of death; uncompromising and ordinary.

Anakin came first. Shuddering, he broke the kiss and tossed his head back, eyes closing as his orgasm fluttered through his limbs and soaked deep within his belly, brushing away the last of the chill and heating him up from the inside. Clutching Obi-Wan close he bit into the meat of his shoulder, sucking a dark mark along his pale flesh as his hips stuttered and his toes curled.

Relaxing on the thin mattress, Anakin stroked the back of Obi-Wan’s head and murmured his adoration for Obi-Wan across his temple as he too came, his hips pushing into Anakin’s, adding to the mess as he spread his seed along Anakin’s groin and stomach. When he was done, Obi-Wan collapsed on top of Anakin. His weight was familiar and grounding, keeping Anakin settled and warm.

Hugging him close, Anakin pressed his nose against Obi-Wan’s temple and closed his eyes. They remained as they were for some time, wrapped up in each other, content for just a moment as they slowly drifted off into some semblance of sleep.

That was, until the sound of the heating system kicked in. Letting out a great huff, Anakin moved with Obi-Wan as he rolled off and wedged himself between the wall and Anakin’s flushed body.

“You said we had hours,” Anakin said with a pout. He brushed some of the spit from Obi-Wan’s beard, flicking it off onto the bedding.

“I thought we did,” Obi-Wan said. “Though I thought you’d be happy - the heating is back on, and you can continue to stalk the halls of the ship without your pink nose undercutting your authority.”

Anakin rolled his eyes and smacked Obi-Wan’s chest gently. “Shut up. I’ll have you know I can be very intimidating when I’m cold.”

“Oh I’m sure,” Obi-Wan replied. He sunk down for another kiss, sweet and slow. When they broke apart he brushed a curl from Anakin’s temple. “I could always go and ‘accidentally’ break the system again. Buy us those hours I promised.”

The offer alone was enough for Anakin.

[simslegacy5083]

Today's (4/9/2025) Episode: The Last Straw

The still emotional Elyse tried to avoid pregnant Gretchen at the party by hanging in the pool with the other childless ladies, but it seemed baby talk was inescapable.

“I can’t believe mom insisted on hosting everyone this year!” her sister Octavia said. “I know traveling with newborns isn’t easy, but that soon after giving birth I wouldn’t want all of you at MY house!” Elyse forced herself to keep smiling, nodding and laughing along.

Skye was having much more fun on the desk nearby, where xe had convinced Peter, Markus, and Gretchen to pose for xir latest freelance gig. “This place was looking for some positive publicity, so when I realized we were coming here anyway I figured why not take the job?” xe said “They’re really excited about getting photos of young sims enjoying themselves here to attract more student traffic. Thanks for your help.”

As dinner was served, Bruce joined their table with an unfamiliar dinner guest. “Sorry we’re late” he chuckled, “Ever since I knocked her up all this one wants to do is sleep” he gestured towards the embarrassed looking new sim who smiled awkwardly.

“Its' Lucy, right?” Betty asked, trying to help along introductions with her brother’s unfortunate date. “It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

“You’re having a baby!?” Elyse asked in a small voice, blinking hard to hold back her tears.

“Yes indeed! I’m as fertile as I am gorgeous!” Bruce preened, giving Elyse a taunting look. “I knew I had a head start on my little sister, but I can’t believe I beat you and the blue wonder to this milestone, given how long you two have been shacked up in your rickety old homestead.”

Skye patted her leg reassuringly under the table and replied for them both. “Congratulations, Lucy and Brucey. We’ll all be joining you soon enough.”

Elyse had barely recovered her composure from Bruce’s unwittingly cutting remarks when Adelaide and her husband Cole stepped up to their table. “Elyse!” she cried, a huge smile on her face.

“Our little moonlight outing the other night worked like a charm!” she gestured down at herself. “I’m pregnant! Let me know when you’re ready to start trying and we can make another trip out to Ravenwood. Maybe by then we’ll be ready to give this little bean a brother or sister.”

“That’s… great!” Elyse choaked out “I’m sorry, I really have to go to the bathroom.” Almost knocking over her chair in her haste to leave the table Elyse sprinted for the privacy of the restroom, her tears beginning to flow freely as soon as she had her back to the others.

“Is everything OK?” Adelaide asked, “You guys aren’t, like, fighting or something?”

“She’s just had a stressful few days at work,” Skye lied. “I think its finally catching up to her. In fact, we should probably leave a little bit early and get her the rest she needs. Congratulations to all you expectant parents. I’d love to do a maternity photoshoot for you, just let me know when.”

Skye headed after xir spouse, knocking gently on the door. “Its me” xe whispered “I made our excuses to everyone; we can leave whenever you want.”

A red eyed Elyse emerged a couple minutes later, silently folding herself into her spouses' open arms and letting xem guide her back towards the entrance and the teleporter that would take them home to the bay.

“I… I think I’m ready to see the doctor” Elyse said out of the blue that night as they sat at the kitchen table having a snack before bed.

Skye could only stare in shock as she continued: “I’ve tried everything I can find online… and everyone else is getting pregnant while we just struggle. Clearly there’s something wrong, and hopefully, a fertility specialist can tell us how to fix it.”

Xe leaned over and kissed her softly before answering “Thank you. I’ll set us up with their earliest appointment. I’m sure they’ll be able to help.”

Elyse smiled warmly at her lover. “You know what will really help me? A nice warm cuddle with my favorite Teddy Bear.”

“Of course,” xe smiled, leading her up to the bedroom and a companiable night's sleep. “Lucky for you, THIS specialist is happy to make house calls.”

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[silverhallow]

Unexpected

Benophie Week day 4: Cottage / One bed / “Are you trying to flirt with me?” “yes is it working?”

Summary: When teachers Sophie and Benedict are forced to share a single room with one bed on a school trip, their professional and personal boundaries are put to the test. Misunderstandings and missed signals have kept them apart for years, but a night of unexpected closeness reveals hidden feelings and long-awaited confessions. Amidst the chaos of chaperoning students, Sophie and Benedict must navigate their new-found connection, discovering that sometimes, the most unplanned situations can lead to the most rewarding outcomes.

This was not what was supposed to happen. “What do you mean you only booked one room?” Sophie squeaked at the desk of the Cottage style hotel they had brought their students to.

“We didn’t realise the two teachers wouldn’t be of the same sex… usually when we get school trips it’s two teachers of the same sex and they just share…” the receptionist said.

“Seriously? Schools are mixed genders…” Sophie said

“Well Ms Beckett, normally we get either the all girls or all boys school, and St James’ High used to be an all boys…”

“Yes, 15 years ago!” Sophie practically squeaked.

“Is everything okay?” Benedict Bridgerton asked as he sauntered over without a clue of what news he was about to be hit with.

“No! They’ve not booked two rooms for us and they’re fully booked” Sophie explained, her voice now almost hysterical.

“Oh… but… we told them…” Benedict said, the colour draining from his face.

“I know!” Sophie shrilled.

“We are very sorry” the receptionist said.

Benedict looked at Sophie, “I think we’re just… we’re just gonna have to try and make the most of it. All the kids are paired up and off to their rooms… we’ll… work something out” he said thought he felt his heart sinking.

It had been bad enough that the Headmistress of the School Charlotte Mecklenburg had suggested that Benedict and Sophie take the students on a joint art and english trip… but that Agatha, the head of year for the year 10 students that they had brought had said that the two of them would be enough and she didn’t need to accompany them…

But added on the ridiculous crush that he had on his fellow teacher…this was just… asking for trouble but they had no choice.

Sophie felt her own cheeks turning red as she knew there was no other choice, they had to stop here, they had to stop with their students… and so with a sigh she turned to the receptionist “Fine. but I expect some discount on rooms,” she said glaring at the girl behind the desk who sagged in relief.

It would have been a nightmare to lose that much business so she quickly handed over the key and disappeared from the desk before they could complain any more.

Sophie and Benedict just looked at one another awkwardly and picked up their bags and headed up to the room, thinking at least, most of the rooms were twins so they’d have their own space.

But as Benedict opened the door and Sophie walked in and as her eyes scanned the room she gasped, dropping her bag out of complete shock.

“There… there… it’s…” she stammered

Benedict, who was closing the door to the room and hadn’t seen what Sophie was now panicking over “what’s wrong?”

“There is only one bed” Sophie squeaked as Benedict turned around and saw the double bed in the room and dropped his bag in shock.

“Fuck” he said as he felt his cheeks heating up and parts of his body stirring at the thought of sharing a bed with Sophie.

“We… we…” Sophie stammered as she tried not to look at Benedict’s face as she knew she’d end up bright red with embarrassment. The thought of sharing a bed with the man she’d had a crush on for the last four years was almost too much to comprehend.

“I’ll… i’ll sleep on the floor” Benedict said automatically. 

“No… you’ll break your back. And don’t even think about offering to sleep in that chair. I couldn't even curl up in that… We’re adults… I am sure we can manage, it’s for one night Ben… we’re adults… i’m sure… we… can’t we?” she asked.

They’d always had this easy flowing friendship, it was quite flirty at times but never really materialised into something more no matter how often she’d tried to show that she was interested in him.

Benedict swallowed a couple of times to try and compose himself “I… guess so” he finally said, because what else could he say without hurting her feelings.

They both glanced at one another and then looked away knowing this was going to be the most uncomfortable evening of their lives.

For Benedict he’d always had a crush on Sophie but he’d seen her a couple of times getting dropped off by another man at the school gates and assumed that she was in a relationship, or he had until he’d overheard her complaining to Genevieve, one of the fellow teachers that she was having no luck getting the bloke she was interested in to notice her.

Benedict had been disappointed but figured if the person Sophie was into couldn’t see that she was into him, then he was a blind moron and didn’t deserve her.

They both put their things away and made their way down for dinner with the students. Once they were done the students had free time to use the facilities at the Cottage Hotel and most of them headed off to the pool and because the grounds were so isolated Benedict and Sophie were technically off duty for the evening.

Sophie had headed back to the room and Benedict had gone to the bar, had a beer and rung his brother and when he explained his predicament, Anthony laughed for 20 minutes straight,

“Maybe it will force you to finally act on these feelings you’ve got for her” he said when he finally stopped laughing

“Ant, really?! We’re chaperoning 10 school kids!” Benedict groaned 

“True but let’s be honest, the moment you get into bed with her, Little Benedict will mostly likely wake up and I’m sure it would be less embarrassing if she knew you wanted her as much as Little Benedict” Anthony teased

“Can you please not call my dick little Benedict?”  Benedict groaned 

“Well what do you call it…”

“My dick. But can we get back to my predicament please?!” Benedict asked his voice almost shrill and panicking

“Honestly. Just flirt with her a bit… see if she’s into it and casually mention you want to get married have four kids and a couple of dogs with her” Anthony teased

“How… out of all our siblings are you married?!”

“Sheer dumb luck” came Kate’s reply and Benedict realised he must be on loud speaker “but he had a point. She’s into you Ben! Just be honest!”

Benedict groaned “you two are the worst people at giving advice” he replied and hung up the phone.

But after he had a second beer he realised that maybe they did have a point, if she was single then maybe flirting with her wasn’t a bad idea.

So with a deep breath he made his way back to their room and for some reason he felt nervous, he’d always been good with women, and men for that matter. He had a charm that lent itself to any situation and he’d never failed to pick up a person when he decided that he was interested in them.

It was that confidence that steadied his nerves and as he pushed the door to the room open, it was like that confidence ran away from him quicker than Anthony when confronted by a bee and he felt like a green lad of 16 all over again.

It was ridiculous, he felt his stomach flipping with butterflies and his palms were sweaty just from looking at her, resting on the, to be shared, bed, her dark blonde curls loose around her face, glasses perched on her nose as she read her book.

She heard the door shut as Benedict just looked at her, mouth open like a teenager confronted by a pretty girl for the first time and she placed her book on her knees and just stared at him in return “Benedict? Is everything okay?” she asked after a few minutes of silence as she started to feel a little uncomfortable at his gaze.

Benedict jerked back to attention and blushed “right, yes, no everything’s fine” he stammered as he shuffled his feet, honestly, the way he felt right now was ridiculous. “I was just… woolgathering…”

“Oh right…” Sophie replied with a frown, looking like he had lost his mind.

“What are you reading?” he asked her as he made his way further into the room, fidgeting with his jacket not really listening to her.

“Jane Eyre” she replied, looking at him like he was seriously ill or had banged his head or something.

Benedict, not hearing her properly, decided to try and show off, thinking she’d said Jane Austen and remembering she loved Pride and Prejudice, turned around and using a famous quote decided to try and declare himself with it ““In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and fancy you.”

“Have you banged your head… i’m reading Jane Eyre… not Jane Austen… and besides… it’s how ardently I admire and love you… lord, if you’re going to quote the book i’m reading… at least get the right book” Sophie admonished, shaking her head wondering if he really had lost his mind.

“Oh” Benedict said blushing furiously, realising he’d cocked up and stammered “I… miss… misheard…” he cleared his throat and fumbled with his bag for a moment as he searched his brain for a quote. He knew she loved Jane Eyre, it was one of Eloise’s favourites as well and so he’d read it a few weeks back.

“Are you okay?” Sophie asked after a few more moments of silence between them and Benedict nodded

“I’m fine… i’m more than fine…” he said coughing a couple of times before saying, “All my heart is yours, ma’am: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever.”

“Wait…” Sophie said, closing her book, recognising the passage “are you trying to flirt with me?” she asked, her heart beating wildly as she looked at him.

Benedict sagged slightly at being caught out but figuring there was nothing for it just replied “yes, is it working?”

“God no, if you’re going to quote my favourite books to me at least get them right… but… why… why are you trying?” she asked. 

Benedict deflated as she said it wasn’t working but as she asked he had to just tell her the truth “because I like you, i’ve liked you since we met but i figured you were in some sort of relationship as I saw you getting dropped off at the school a few times by a bloke so i just… didn’t say anything but it’s killing me. I really like you Sophie, i want to take you out on a date, I want… I don’t know… i’ve never really had a proper relationship before but that’s what I want… I… ooopffff”

Whatever he was going to say next was cut off as Sophie’s mouth had dropped open at his confession and she’d gotten up and thrown herself at him, from the bed she was at the same height as him and they’d hit the sideboard as she planted her lips on his and kissed him passionately.

He responded in earnest and wrapped his arms around her as he returned her passions before realising that was going and pulled back “what… what…?”

“You are a blind idiot as well as an illiterate one…” she teased “the person dropping me off was Hugh, my step-sister’s husband, my car had broken down and was knackered and he was giving me a lift for all of a week…” she admonished “and i’ve been trying to flirt with you for bloody months! I don’t normally wear a top with half my buttons unfastened to show off my boobs when I lean over your desk… or you know… put mistletoe over my office door in an attempt to kiss you…” she teased.

Benedict’s mouth dropped open as he remembered each of those occasions and groaned, he’d avoided looking, and side stepped her at the office, not realising that they were aimed at him.

“So when you were talking to Gen?” he asked

“I was talking about you!” 

“Oh…” Benedict blushed “sorry” he said sheepishly.

“I guess it doesn’t matter now you’ve actually told me…” Sophie grinned

Benedict just looked at her, his arms still around her waist, her legs wrapped around his “now… now what?”

“Well… we’re responsible adults for the kids, we can’t really… you know… in case we are needed but, when we get home… you’re taking me to dinner and then back to yours” Sophie said brazenly “as i can feel you and i’d like to see if you’re as good as Gen said you are” 

Benedict blushed “I think… I think that can be arranged… and what about now? Tonight?”

“Well, i think we can keep our hands to ourselves… and maybe just a bit of frustrated teenage making out til tomorrow?” Sophie suggested.

Benedict laughed and nodded before kissing her again and walking them over to the bed.

Benedict gently laid Sophie down on the bed, their lips still locked in a fervent kiss. They broke apart, breathless and flushed, both clearly a bit overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events.

"Frustrated teenage making out, huh?" Benedict murmured, his forehead resting against hers. "I think I can manage that."

Sophie smiled, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "Good, because I don’t think I can handle more than that right now. We do have to be somewhat responsible for the students, after all."

"Right, the students," Benedict said, a bit reluctantly. He pulled back slightly, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling Sophie into his lap. "But still, I’m glad we got this out in the open."

"Me too," Sophie agreed, snuggling into his chest. "I was starting to think you'd never notice."

"I’m a bit thick, I guess," Benedict admitted with a sheepish smile. "But I notice now. And I promise, I won’t be so oblivious anymore."

Sophie chuckled, her breath warm against his neck. "Good. Because we have a lot of making up for lost time in mind."

Benedict grinned, leaning in to kiss her again. This time, it was slower, more tender, a promise of things to come. They lost themselves in each other for a while, the worries of their students and the mix-up with the room fading into the background.

Eventually, they pulled apart, breathless and laughing. "Okay, we really should get some sleep," Sophie said, though her eyes were still sparkling with excitement.

Benedict nodded, reluctantly agreeing. "Yeah, you’re right. Tomorrow is a big day."

They settled under the covers, a bit awkwardly at first, but soon found a comfortable position. Sophie nestled into Benedict’s side, her head on his chest, while his arm wrapped around her protectively.

"Goodnight, Ben," Sophie whispered, her eyes already drifting closed.

"Goodnight, Sophie," Benedict replied, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

As they drifted off to sleep, they both felt a sense of peace and contentment, knowing that this unexpected twist in their trip had brought them closer together. And tomorrow, they would face whatever challenges came their way, together.