#so you can see like the half sadness but also how she is trying to pretend that nothing is really wrong
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Rook: You know... I think I knew the truth. Deep down. But I couldn't face it. (Varric: Why not?) Because it would mean admitting that I let you die.
Bellara: Maybe when I do, I'll feel it. (Rook: Feel what?) That he forgives me. And that I deserve it.
while we're on the subject of 'stuff that's completely recontextualized once you've played the whole game and that's driving me absolutely bugnuts insane on the replay'... hhhhhow about this scene, huh. I reacted the first time around to just how emotional rook's voice gets in this part (listen to that 'you lost someone important') -- her story is very sad, don't get me wrong, but it's early on in their relationship and it seemed so intense of him out of nowhere. and uh. well now I get it. and it breaks my fucking heart. who do you think rook is really talking to here? just as much as they're talking to bellara? just as much as she is speaking to something in them they cannot face yet, negative space grief you see everywhere around rook in this game when you come back around and understand what you're looking at. they're talking to each other, but each of them is also talking to themselves. all the scenes where Rook is guiding their companions through grief and loss... and winding through, over, under, all those conversations, a separate conversation Rook cannot have yet. because they don't know. they can't bring themselves to know it yet. but it's still here the entire time, leaking into everything like blood or ink into water. it haunts them every step of the way, and no one, least of all them, can see it.
It's not your fault. You have to know that./Then why does it feel like it was? You could switch that dialogue around between them after the regret prison and it would work exactly the same way. Two people talking with one voice of grief, of guilt, of 'he's gone and it's all my fault, I wasn't good enough. I wasn't good enough when it really counted' and not knowing it. I'm kind of speechless at how elegantly it comes together now that I know to look for it, and how much meaning it suddenly adds. It really is so FUCKING good. this game is so good, when you pay attention and start to understand what it's actually doing.
But if you don't learn to get past it, you'll drown. well, rook. you'd know lmao. it really is all
I was much further out than you thought   And not waving but drowning.
up in here in this lighthouse tonight
This convinced me irrevocably that Rook truly did know the whole time, deep down. it's right below the surface of their mind that whole time, kept from them both deliberately by solas and helplessly by their own brain trying to shield them from the pain. that whole time!!! and you can actually track it through the conversations they're having and see all the signs along the way, once you realize it
And now he's gone. Because I wasn't good enough. So I try to make up for it. Honor him. Find the truth. and maybe shared grief doesn't always make for half the sorrow. but it's something. and it's so much more than nothing.
#dragon age#dragon age: the veilguard#dragon age: the veilguard spoilers#dragon age spoilers#bellara lutare#oc: Ellaryen Ingellvar#rook#varric tethras#I wish I had something clever to say or that I could explain how this just -- unlocked some shit in my brain about the game#but alas the hour is late my brain cells are pingponging around like 'aaaaah!!!!' this was what I had haha#hopefully I'll manage to capture it better some other time because. oh my god. oh my GOD
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note: g!p caitlyn. also might update my masterlist after this, its 3:45 am here. i have more sevika works, yall js gotta scroll down
      being the commanderâs wife has its perks; seeing caitlynâs vulnerable side, for instanceâthat is probably your favourite amongst your special privileges. that and also the fact that she worships the ground your heel walks on.
you have her wrapped around your finger, she will drop anything sheâs doing the moment you utter out her name.
you knock on the door to her office, hearing her muffled voice say âcome inâ and you do. you open it to see her eyes staring daggers into her paperwork, shoulders clearly tense, and her one hand rubbing the nail of her thumb using her index and middle finger, a habit sheâs developed when under stress. you lock the door.
âyou havenât eaten, have you?â you cross your arms, rolling your eyes even, âhow many times have i told you to eat on time, cait? up you go, i had them prepare us a meal.â
caitlyn massages the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes, the lights from her office hurting her tired eyes, âdarling, iâve still got a little paperwork left. i will be done in twenty minutes.â you raise an eyebrow. âten minutes.â you refuse to budge. âokay, letâs eat but first, can you come here, please?â
      how can you refuse when sheâs giving you the puppy eyes? you saunter over to her desk, walking around it so that youâre standing right in front of her. her shoulder sags at your close proximity, standing up and letting herself drape over your body.
you love it when sheâs like this, all clingy and needy. she wraps her arms around your waist, shoving her face into the side of your neck, inhaling the scent that she adoresâvanilla and lavender.
yours circled around her neck, staying completely still for her. her breath fans over your neck, quickly transitioning into soft pecks and kisses, leading to you giving her more access.
âiâve missed you, darling,â her kisses proceed to the other side, âmissed you so much.â
      your eyes shut as she continues to plant kisses on you, turning into open wet-mouthed some time ago, you havenât noticed. she leaves one last kiss before burying her head into your neck again but you need to kiss her.
you pull away, and the way her eyes fill with sadness immediately makes you pull her back inâyour lips colliding harshly, teeth clashing, a low moan leaving you.Â
her hands go lower and they settle themselves under your thigh, lifting you and seating you on her desk: work be damned.
with a swipe over your lower lip, you open your mouth slightly to let her tongue in. caitlyn is famished: sheâs licking every part of your mouth, sucking your tongue, you almost think sheâs shoving her tongue down your throat. she holds your jaw, forcing you to take her violent kisses.
you try to get a word in, âiâve missed you morââ
      she is impatient, and so are you.
your fingers fumble with her belt, blindly undoing it and pulling it down enough to slip your hand in. her half-hardening dick is straining against her boxers, making you giggle in the kiss. you palm her and she hisses at the contact.
you swallow her groans as you massage her cock, distracting her from kissing you. you feel her pull away but a grip on her hair stops her from doing so. a whisper of âpleaseâ urged you to touch her finally.Â
you truly did miss her and her. caitlynâs hips buckled towards you once you gripped the base of her cock, taking it out and you look down to see her tip already leaking her precum.Â
you grin at caitlyn however she avoids your stare, hiding her head on your shoulder, embarrassment coating her face. your thumb swipes the head, and your smile widens at her reaction. who wouldâve thought that the commander could swear like a sailor. you tease her by doing that continuouslyâoh, that is torture for the poor commander; her tip is sensitive. and one noise from you almost made you cum, she whined.
caitlyn kiramman, leader of house kiramman, a decorated officer: a commander. whined.Â
your eyes shut, you canât handle the noises coming from your wife. it turns you on so goddamn much. the neck kisses from earlier were enough to make you wet, but this? her hips buckling to chase your touch after every swipe? her whining on your shoulder to do something, itâs riling you up.Â
you push her back, and the back of her knees hits her chair and makes her sit down. the sight before you made you wish you could take a picture right about now: her gaze dazed, panting lightly, her pants and boxers pulled down so that her tip was poking out.
âdarling, please.â there she goes again. âi need you.â
      your composure breaks. you struggle to get out of your pants and undergarments but you do, pulling it down to your midthighs and getting off the table to face away from caitlyn. hands on your hips pull you down, gripping them thatâll leave bruises tomorrow morning. she pulls your underwear aside, her tip kissing your clit.
you take matters into your own hands and lead her right into you, your hand disappearing underneathâgasping when that familiar head breaks through. caitlyn growls lowly before pushing down roughly, your back arching at the sudden intrusion.
âg-gentle now,â you feel so good. you feel everything, you feel how she twitches, feel every vein. you feel how she faintly buckles her hips up. you slowly lift yourself, âgood boy.â
she canât help but harshly pull you back down, your hand shoots up to cover your mouth because she is hitting you just right. âi need you, darling. i need you. iâve missed you.â
      she stands up, along with you, her needy cock moving inside of you. you brace yourself on her desk, one hand still on your mouth and the other on the table. she uses her grip on your hips as leverage, using it to push and pull you, your cunt greedily welcoming her.
the tip of her cock is hitting your favourite spot, making you mewl in delight at the sensation, muffled moans and whimpers vibrating in the back of your throat, accompanying caitlynâs own groans.
your cunt clenches around her and her pace wavers. she pushes you down, your breasts on top of her work, and you feel her lean down before continuing on bruising your cunt.Â
âshit,â caitlyn whispers on the back of your neck, kissing your nape, âmissed you so much. you have no idea, darling.â
      an unexpected pressure on your pussy makes you yelpâshe managed to sneak a hand down, rubbing your puffy clit in a slow circle. the contrast of her thrusts and rubs results in you having a sudden orgasm. your eyes close shut, your toes curling in pleasure, ears ringing, and you accidentally, unconsciously, hit the things on her desk, hearing them clatter on the ground.
caitlyn whines at the feeling of you squeezing you, âfuck,â she goes back up, her hands returning to your hips, and resumes her thrustsâthis time, aggressively.Â
âi just c-came,â your sore throat succeeded in letting out, your hand pushing back against her abdomen.Â
      she doesnât hear you. sheâs focused on the ring thatâs forming around her dick, thickening as she continues to pound into your pussy. she gets off on this: you two fucking in her office, you bent over on her desk, ruining her progress, she doesnât care.Â
all she cares about is you taking her cock, all she cares about is you turning into a mess; a blabbering mindfucked mess. and you are. youâre letting out the most sinful and ungodly noises, your sensitive cunt, as well. she grits her teeth, she can feel herself about to cum, and the scene of your legs shaking, you trying to slow her down by putting your palm on her abdomen, is enough to make her cum.Â
she cums with a whine, itâs too much for her. she leans down to bite at your shoulder, her cock spurting in think squirts. her cum is warm, hot enough to spread throughout your body and thatâs enough for you to cum again.Â
youâve lost your voice so all you can do is hide your face in your forearm, trying your best to not scream.Â
âdarling,â caitlyn gasps out, dumbstruck by youâre squeezing cunt, âyouâre m-milking me.â
      she stops cumming after a few seconds. she pulls out slowly, loving the way you cling to her. she falls back to her seat, admiring her work. still panting, you push yourself up with difficulty, the overstimulation still running.
âthe foodâs gone cold now, honey.â
#fanfic#imagines#writing#female reader#arcane#wlw#caitlyn x reader#caitlyn x you#caitlyn kiramman#caitlyn arcane#caitlyn#merry christmas#noche buena#hayaan niyo ako magluto#commander caitlyn#need her#need that#they fucking yall#BOOMSHAKALAKAAAAA
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Christmas Colds
no warnings other than buck and eddie
being dorks
Christmas was always Christopher's favorite holiday, they'd go all out with decorations since Eddie could remember. But now that Chris was in El Paso, he thought decorating was useless, just one more thing for him to worry about. Naturally he talked to Buck about it, what did he not talk to Buck about.
Buck reacted the exact opposite of how Eddie expected. He expected Buck to get sad for a moment, since he loved seeing what Eddie and Chris did to the house.
Eddie sat on his couch, beer in hand, Buck right next to him. The TV was on, playing an old telenovela that Eddie and Chris used to watch together all the time. Chris wouldn't stop talking about it when he still lived in LA, only now did Buck have the time to sit down and watch it with Eddie.
Buck's lips pursed against his beer bottle, a frown when he finished drinking "You're seriously not going to decorate this year?" Eddie huffed, setting his beer onto the coffee table "I told you, Chris isn't here and it'll just be a hassle to put up and clean" The dirty blonde hated that. Why did Eddie have to be deprived of Christmas spirit because his son was gone? Or simply because it was a bit of a struggle to put lights and a tree up? He wasn't giving up.
The next day while Bobby made lunch for the 118 the topic of Christmas was brought up again. "I have no idea what Mara wants for Christmas this year, we already have most of Denny's gifts. Mara says it's enough that she's here and Santa doesn't need to get her anything" Hen sighed, pushing her glasses up her head to rub her face. "Sure must be lucky to not have to get your own kids Christmas gifts, Buckaroo" Chim teased. He knew that at least half the gifts for Jee-Yun came from Buck, despite his and Maddie's refusal.
"Does Chris want anything sent to him in El Paso?" The 118 turned to Eddie after Chim's question. The brunette just shrugged, to which Buck decided to butt in. "You guys know how Eddie normally goes all out for Christmas? Well he decided not to this year since Chris isn't here. How dumb is that!"
The team just stared at Buck, Hen chiming in "If my kids weren't here, I wouldn't either. It's too much stress to put it all up, then take it down and back in the attic" Bobby placed the lasagna at the table, salad in the other hand "Athena is big on Christmas so we decorate every year regardless" Buck's 'broody pout' was on his face "Not that you can this year"
Buck spent the entire shift trying to convince Eddie to decorate, saying he would help put the decorations away after Christmas, but he wouldn't budge. Without his son, Christmas wasn't the same for Eddie. Just another day with old memories.
Eddie had a 24-hour shift that Saturday, and that gave Buck enough time to decorate. Only problem was, he had the same shift. He couldn't just call off, Bobby knew Buck's fake sick voice from his real sick voice. He was dedicated. Eddie's house was getting decorated that Saturday.
The LA winters were almost never harsh, a decent mid 50° F (10° C) and the wind was never too bad. So Buck ruled out standing outside in the cold for long periods of time to get sick. His next idea was rain. But that was also ruled out, there was no chance of rain the next few days. He ran out of ideas, so now he needed an improvise.
He came up with the idea of hosing himself in the cold, then taking a cold shower, and sleeping with minimal clothes on. It was fool proof to him. Only he didn't have a hose. So he called Maddie, she had a hose, and would normally go with his bullshit ideas.
"Maddie, my favorite sister, dear Maddie" Buck spoke once she answered the phone. Her sigh could be heard through the phone "You're either high or have a horrible plan that you'll regret and blame me for allowing it" She knew him too well.
"Evan Buckley. That might just be your worst plan ever" Maddie scolded him like a mother after he told her his idea. âAnd our hose broke at the end of summer when Jee was playing in the yard!â Chim yelled from the background. Of course he heard. When were those two not together?
Now Buck needed a different plan, he needed to get out of work that weekend to decorate Eddieâs house.
When he got home from his shift he started a cold shower, kicking off his sweaty clothes. He stepped into the shower, the water surprising him. He took one of the fastest shower of his life, just trying to get out of the cold water. He put on boxers and walked out on his balcony. He wanted nothing more than to rush inside under a blanket but he was going to stay outside till he was dry.
After about half an hour he stepped back inside, climbing up his loft stairs and plopping down on his bed. He almost instantly fell asleep.
The next morning he was disappointed when he wasnât coughing, sneezing and his throat wasnât in pain. He got ready for work like he didnât just try to do something so idiotic. Maybe it was a sign from the universe, not that Eddie believed in it, but maybe somehow he manipulated the universe so he wouldnât have a decorated house.
Buck was getting ahead of himself, maybe he wasnât just trying hard enough. That was it. Probably..
When he got to the station he saw Eddie in the locker room, and he decided one last shot wouldnât kill him. He started walking but Chimney stood in front of him âNo more bothering that poor man about Christmas lights and a tree. Canât you decorate your own placeâ Buck already did, itâs just not the same as Eddieâs house.
Chimney wasnât giving up, not letting Buck go to the lockers till Eddie left. Then he just went back up to make lunch with Bobby.
Buck spent the whole shift trying to ask Eddie to decorate, but Chimney was always right there and more than willing to punch Buck (as theyâve learned when Maddie ran away). So he had to go home and figure out what to do so he could get the weekend off.
When the blonde got home he kicked off his shoes, exhausted he just climbed the steps of his loft, crashing against the soft blankets Maddie bought him.
Buck didnât remember falling asleep till he woke up with this horrible itch in his throat. He got up and drank some water, it was still dark out. He read the time on the oven, 4:19AM. He grumbled and grabbed his phone, ringing Bobby.
âBuck?â
âSorry did I wake you and Athena?â
âDonât worry kid, why are you calling so earlyâ
âIâm not gonna come in for work today, Iâve got an itchy throatâ
âYou head back to bed Buck, someone can cover for youâ
When they hung up he put the glass of water in his sink, climbing back up to his bed. The shift started at noon. He had the perfect opportunity. At the cost of his health, but a week of a few coughs and sneezes was worth it.
After Buck got more sleep than what he expected, 7am. Sunday. His body wanting to stay in the bed, but he knew he needed to get this done within these next few hours. He climbed out of his bed, dragging his feet down the steps and sliding his shoes back on. He didnât bother changing from the clothes he was in the night before, he knew Eddie wouldnât mind if he happened to come home early.
Buck slid on his jacket, walking out his apartment and starting his Jeep, making his way to Eddieâs house. Once he arrived he unlocked the door with his spare key, closing it and locking it behind him. He walked to the hallway and opened the attic, bringing down the Christmas decorations.
He coughed as the dust rose, covering his face with his shirt. He brought them all down to the living room. Next he had to bring down the tree.
After an hour and a half of struggling, and debating on calling Maddie to bring the 118 too many times, he got the tree down and up.
Buck thought about making garland, keyword thought. He decided to just use tinsel, he wasnât going to miss any more sleep over this.
After almost two hours, the ornaments were up on the tree. The blonde was exhausted, starting to really regret the sick idea. Buck rummaged through boxes, finding stockings. One with an E, the other a C. He smiled as he hung them up on the fireplace.
Buck spent the last few hours just perfecting everything, wanting to do the lights last. Finally around 11, he started to unravel them. Only God knows how he couldâve gotten so badly tangled in the lights, he just sat on Eddieâs couch, admitting defeat.
When he heard the sound of Eddieâs keys unlocking the front door he panicked, just sitting on the couch, waiting to get scolded by Eddie.
When Eddie walked in, facing the Christmas decorations, he just stood there. Most definitely confused. That was till he saw Buck, tangled in the lights on his couch âBuckley, I told you I didnât want it decoratedâ
He walked up to the blonde âCap said you were sick, did you fake sick to do this?â Buck wish he did, but he decided the real thing was best âI may have purposely gotten sickâ Eddie shook his head with a soft laugh, carefully unraveling the lights from Buck.
Bucks cheeks were warm, sweat slowly dripping from his forehead. Eddie wasnât letting it go unnoticed, but his first priority was to get him out the lights.
When he finally got Buck untangled, he helped him up and to his room âChris is gonna love the house when he sees it, but he will most definitely not love you being sick on purposeâ Eddie walked to the bathroom, running cold water on a washcloth, waking back and putting it against Buckâs forehead âIf I get sick youâre covering my shiftâ
Buck softly laughed and nodded, lying on Eddieâs bed, the blanket over him âIâll cover your shift Edsâ The brunette smiled, turning on the fan of his room.
After Eddie got himself some dinner and ate he made his way back to his room where Buck was asleep. He laid on the other side of the bed, a hesitant hand going up to Buckâs loose curls.
He pushed them back, not seeing the other manâs eyes open slowly. Eddie had a smile as he ran his fingers through Bucks hair. âDid Chris like it?â Eddie looked down and nodded âHe loved it, he loves anything his Buck does. You mightâve convinced him to come backâ
Buck smiled and closed his eyes again âThatâs good, I worked my ass off for himâ Eddies hand slightly shook, he never felt so hung up about Buck, sure he had a few thoughts about him on occasion but who didnât? It was god damn Evan âBuckâ Buckley, six foot, super strong, great with kids, he was amazing.
Eddieâs hand froze, and Buck noticed, opening his eyes as he spoke âEd-â He was cut off by lips against his, an awkward kiss. Eddie pulled away after a second. âShit sorry Buck, I donât know what came over meâ He pulled his face away, keeping his distance.
Till Buck pulled him back for a kiss, eyes closed with a smile. The kiss was just as awkward, but they were both just as into it. When the two finally separated for air, Eddie spoke âIf I get sick Iâm kicking your ass Buckleyâ
#fire-hose#evan buckley#911 abc#911 fanfic#911 fox#buddie#buddie911#buck x eddie#buckeddie#christmas#sickfic#first kiss
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#these past two weeks have been so intense that ive just.. not spoken about it once i got home from work#blocked it all out#my beloved colleague whose desk is next to mine has cancer#breast and uterus. she needs two major surgeries#they just diagnosed her two weeks ago#so we've been trying to deal with that as colleagues and friends#because we love and miss her and i am so deeply sad as well#but i feel like i couldn't process that at all bc two days after the news of her diagnosis i was asked to take on half of her work#on top of my fulltime#which i agreed to do bc i like her tasks and i want to help her and i also know i can do it#but it does feel very off bc i know i don't earn enough money for this workload to be long term and it is def like this#for the coming four months at least#so i did tell my manager that i would like a raise and. that bitch told me to BUY MORE SECOND HAND SHIT.#i seriously thought i saw my life flash before my eyes#then the day after she asked one of my colleagues who's been with the firm for over 30 years whether she was looking for another job maybe?#which caused that colleague to instantly go home in tears and be home from basically a nervous breakdown the past 1.5 week#which is her full right and i support her with all my heart but bc my management sucks it meant that we had to also carry her tasks ofc#i felt soooo spread thin and super super angry actually but i didn't even realise how angry i was until last thursday my colleague w cancer#came by the office. and talked about all of it. and i suddenly realised how sad i was but then also how angry#but i was just blocking it all out trying to stay afloat#bc we told her about what the manager had said and she said âi hope that i get the chance to really tell her how it is someday.â#âbecause the stress she causes with people can actually kill you. just look at me.â#and the rest of the day i felt so ready to be done with everything actually#but seeing her anger made me see my own anger#and released me of my own pent up emotions bc i had actual leg pains this week and it was purely psychosomatic#i then managed to tell some friends yesterday about what was going on and their outrage spurred me on even more#so today i emailed hr. demanding a raise#doing this amount of work while constantly feeling like the house is on fire while also struggling financially seriously makes me suicidal#and i am not joking#so.. if nothing comes of that im leaving that job and not looking back
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#Worst emoji combo ever but itâs gon be such big depression hours down here so scroll if you want im on the brink of throwing up#donât you just bloody love it how over the past 3 years youâve only seen people the large total ofâŠ. 4 times!!! An average of seeing someon#outside of school 1.3 times per year!! What a bloody fantastic way to spend your teenage years!#Donât you also just love it when people talk right to you about how they all went out together over the weekend and like did some stupid#shit like your average high schooler would do and youâre just like âoh. I went to my 1 and a half hour long dance class and got ignored the#entire time and when you did try to talk they just spoke over youâ oh my fucking god I hate that place so much even the teacher fucking#ignores me once we were going in a circle and she was asking everyone what they got for Christmas and I was in the middle of the circle so#thought hey maybe someone will actually acknowledge my existence but she fucking ignored me and went to next person like why the fuck#And now Iâm debating staying in that shithole bc I was invited to a gc for that class and I stupidly thought that someone might want me#There. I wasnât even invited I secretly scanned the qr code to join over someone elseâs shoulder#everyone else there is the best of bloody friends and Iâm just there talking to one friend who I donât even think is my friend#âHey man Iâm really fucking sad rn can I talk to youâ âwomp womp have you heard stupid fact no.3848594 about my ocs while I ignore you when#you talk about anything else about meâ oh my god shut up literally no one else sane would see someone like that their closest friend rn#At least someone wants to talk to me#Like what is it that makes people not want to see my please just tell me Iâll change Iâm amazing at changing my personality to fit others#promise me on that Iâve done it my entire life#Even just messaging me more than once every year and Iâd consider you my best friend this is how bad Iâm getting#What is so bloody bad about me that no one else likes I donât care how badly you fucking word it just something#It shouldnât be normal to wish death on people you call your mates bc you heard about them all going out together without you#Oh dear did the gcâs without me in it thereâs one for every friend group Iâve ever been in why isnât there one for the main group Iâm in rn#Idfc anymore just tell me what Iâm doing wrong I keep asking people if they want to go out or how far away they live from some place#And itâs always met with ignoring me talking over me or immediately changing the subject#Please if youâre someone I know irl what the fuck am I doing fucking wrong I canât fucking do this anymore be as mean as you like#Why the fuck does no one ever want to be around me why do I hear so much about stuff others are doing together but never me#It shouldnât be normal to prefer being in a toxic relationship than what Iâm in rn#I fucking hate everything
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ARE YOU JEALOUS?
Summary: Sassy!Kook!Reader gets jealous when she sees Rafe Cameron close with another girl...
Content: neck sucking (?), childhood friends to lovers, kind of mean!rafe in one scene, bullying lol, suggestive towards the end but just a tiny bit.
Words Count: 5.5k ... i don't know what the fuck happened...
Aliyah's talking: IDK if i fw this or not but i hope yall will lolz <3 Thank you so much for the love on Protective Instincts btw!!!! I am so grateful and surprised that many of you all enjoyed it. Hope u'll enjoy this one too đ©·
Sunlight streamed into Sarahâs room, casting a soft, golden glow over the space as you lounged on her bed, idly flipping through a magazine. You both were sprawled across the plush, yellow covers, surrounded by half-empty bags of chips and scattered makeup palettesâevidence of an afternoon well spent. Sarah was perched by the vanity, trying on different lip glosses, all of which looked beautiful on her, but she insisted on which one was the best.
âSo, tell me again,â she started, holding up a tube of shimmery pink gloss and squinting at it thoughtfully. âWhy donât you go for Jake? I mean, heâs cute, heâs smartââ
âAnd boring. He is boring,â you interjected, rolling your eyes with a laugh. âCome on, Sarah, you know how I am. I need someone with a little more⊠edgeâŠ? Someone that could handle me but also play the game, you know?â
Sarah smirked, setting the lip gloss down and turning to face you. âEdge⊠Handling your attitude⊠Iâm afraid that weirdly sounds like someone we both know.â
âYou think youâre so funny, huh?â you said, shooting her a mock glare.
She laughed, completely unbothered. "What? Iâm just stating the facts!" She shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "As much as I hate to admit it, my brother definitely fits both criteria, soâŠâ
You were listening to her but stopped when your phone buzzed. Out of habit, you unlocked it and opened the notification from Instagram; Topper posted a new story and you watched it. The screen was filled with a shaky video of the beach, the late afternoon sun casting golden light over everything. You recognized some people, but your attention zeroed in on Rafe, right in the center of it all. He was grinning, his arm slung around a girl who was laughing and pulling him closer, like they were the only two people on the beach.Â
You felt a quick, unwelcome pang in your chest.
âHey, whatâs got you so interested?â Sarahâs voice broke through your thoughts, and you glanced back at her, masking any hint of emotion with a casual smirk.
You locked the screen and tossed the phone aside. âNothing. Just Topperâs beach parties and Instagram stories.â
She gave you a skeptical look, folding her arms. âDonât lie to me. I know you better than yourself, what did you see in that story, Y/N?â
You hesitated, but then shrugged, trying to play it off. âRafe was at the party with some girl. A new girl. Itâs not a big deal.â
âAh, I see,â she said with a raised eyebrow. âYou know heâs always messing around with someone new. But⊠I thought you didnât care about what he was up to.â
âI donât,â you said, a bit too quickly, crossing your arms. âHe can do whatever the hell he wants.â
âRight. So, you donât care at all?â
You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress a smile. âLook, I just donât get whatâs so special about him that girls keep falling over themselves to be around him. Thatâs all.â
She nodded with a giggle. âYeah, no, I definitelyââ
âAnd doesnât it bother anyone that heâs got a new girl every week? I mean, if I were one of those girls who actually liked him, Iâd be furious. Wouldnât you, Sar?â You barely paused before continuing, not even waiting for her answer. âItâs honestly just sad because Rafe really isnât even all that. Sure, he can be fun and nice sometimes, but heâs also a huge asshole with a big fucking ego. Is it just me, or is everyone blind to that?â
Sarah was quiet for a moment, studying you with a thoughtful expression before she finally spoke up. âYou know what? I think we could both use a break from overthinking anything about the opposite sex. How about we get out of here and grab some smoothies? I heard thereâs a new spot by the marina.â
You nodded, grateful that she didnât talk about your little moment. âYeah, letâs go.â
Sarah grabbed her bag, giving you one last teasing smile. âSmoothies and maybe some retail therapy afterward?â
âSounds like a plan,â you replied, letting the idea of a carefree afternoon replace the lingering thoughts of Rafe. Whatever he was up to, it was his business. You werenât about to let it ruin your day.
The soft hum of the fridge and the rhythmic clinking of silverware filled the kitchen as you, Sarah, and Rafe gathered around the island, your weekly routine as ingrained as the family photos lining the walls. The night was settling in, casting a cozy stillness over the room. You were only half-listening as Sarah rambled on about her weekend plans, your attention instead focused on pushing pasta around on your plate, not particularly hungry.
Rafe sat across the counter, leaning back in his chair with an ease that always seemed to irritate you. He had been quiet, too but you knew he wouldnât last long. Sure enough, he broke the silence.
âAlright,â he began, raising an eyebrow at you, âwhatâs up with you tonight? Youâre awfully quiet.â
You didnât look up, keeping your tone purposefully casual. âNothingâs up,â you replied, hoping heâd let it go. But you knew better.
âCome on,â he pressed, tilting his head in that infuriatingly smug way. âWhereâs that feisty attitude you always have? Usually, by now, youâd have already made at least five smartass comments about my shirt or something.â
You let out a short, unimpressed laugh, finally meeting his gaze with a raised eyebrow. âMaybe I just ran out of things to say about you, Rafael. Ever think of that?â
He grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. âNah. Youâve got an endless supply of attitude, Y/N. Iâd be shocked if you were ever actually out of material.â He took a sip from his glass, watching you over the rim with that familiar, infuriating smirk.
Sarah shot you a look, her mouth twisted in a tired smile as she mouthed, here we go. She had seen this routine a thousand times before.
âYou really think I spend that much time thinking about you?â you fired back, folding your arms over your chest and fixing him with an unimpressed stare.
âOh, I donât think,â he replied smoothly, leaning in a little closer, âI know. Admit it. Iâm in your head, arenât I?â
You let out an exaggerated sigh, leaning back in your chair as you tossed him an indifferent look. âRight. Youâre the center of my world, Rafe. Canât you tell?â
He chuckled, clearly enjoying this. âYou know, when youâre this quiet, itâs like a fucking flashing neon sign saying, âSomethingâs upâ. Might as well tell me now.â
You rolled your eyes. You knew that engaging with him like this was a slippery slopeâonce you started, he never let up. But for some reason, tonight, you couldnât help yourself.
âHonestly, I donât have the energy for your little mind games tonight,â you said, trying to sound as bored as possible. âSo, if youâre expecting me to entertain you, youâre gonna be disappointed.â
âOh, come on. I donât believe that for a second,â he shot back, leaning back casually in his chair as if he had all the time in the world to wear you down. âYou love this. Sparring with me? Itâs basically your favorite hobby.â
You scoffed, shaking your head. "Didnât realize my silence was such a tragedy for you.â
âOh, it is. I mean, where else am I supposed to get my daily dose of attitude?â He leaned back, feigning a pout. âCome on, youâre no fun like this. Did something happen?â
You rolled your eyes, twirling your fork in the pasta as if it held your entire focus. âWhy would you care? Iâm sure you have more important things to worry about. Maybe more girlââ
Sarah let out a sigh, interrupting before Rafe could respond. âHonestly, do you two ever get tired of this? Weâre supposed to be having dinner, and it feels like Iâm watching some sort of weird rom-com.â
You shot Sarah an exasperated look. âThereâs nothing romantic about this, Sar. Itâs called surviving.â
âRight,â Sarah said, clearly unconvinced. âBut could you maybe survive without the constant bickering? Just once?â
Rafe smirked, clearly unfazed by Sarahâs comment as he turned back to you. âI donât know. I think she secretly enjoys it. You should see how she lights up when she gets going.â
âFuck off,â you muttered, taking a long sip from your glass and hoping it would mask the heat you could feel rising in your cheeks.
He watched you with an amused glint in his eye, clearly picking up on your discomfort. âA little defensive, arenât we? I mean, Iâm just stating the obvious here. Youâve been on edge all night. Care to share with the class whatâs really bothering you?â
You set your glass down with a little more force than necessary, fixing him with a glare. âYou really think everythingâs about you, donât you?â
âNot everything,â he replied, shrugging casually. âJust the things that involve you. Because, for some reason, every time youâre in a mood, it usually has something to do with me.â
You opened your mouth to argue, but then closed it again, unsure of how to respond without giving anything away. You didnât want to give him the satisfaction of knowing heâd hit a nerve, even if he had.
âWhatâs the matter, princess?â he continued, pushing his plate aside as he leaned forward, his eyes never leaving yours. âDid something happen between you and Jake, huh? I thought you two were casually talkââ
You groaned, frustrated that heâd brought Jake into it. âThereâs nothing to say about Jake. Iâm just tired, okay? Not everything has to be about some guy.â
âOh, Iâm aware,â Rafe replied, his tone laced with a hint of smugness. âBut Iâd say youâre a little moreâŠon edge than usual. So, it has to be about that guy, rightâŠâ
âJakeâs got nothing to do with this,â you said, your tone steady. âUnlike you, he actually knows how to mind his own business.â
Well, youâre just lying because youâve never taken the time to actually learn about Jake and what type of person he was. As bitchy as it sounded, you were using him as a distraction.
You stared at him, hoping your silence would be enough to make him drop it. But, of course, he didnât.
Rafe crossed his arms as he studied you, his gaze never wavering. âSo, youâre saying you prefer a guy who lets you get away with whatever you want, then?â
You scoffed. âNo, Rafe. I am saying I prefer a guy who doesnât feel the need to stick his nose into everything I do. You know, a guy whoâs secure enough to let me be without constantly needing to provoke me.â
âYeah, I see,â he replied, nodding softly. âSo, basically, youâre looking for someone boring. Someone who doesnât challenge you, who just lets you coast by. Am I right?â
You let out a dry laugh, shaking your head. âYou think you know me so well, donât you? Donât flatter yourself, Cameron. I can find someone else to annoy me if I really wanted to.â
Rafeâs eyes darkened, but that infuriating smirk stayed in place, like he thrived on every bit of tension between you. He cocked an eyebrow, leaning forward, his voice a low, taunting whisper. âOh yeah? Who, exactly? Jake? Heâs perfect for youâgoody-two-shoes, never steps out of the fucking line. Because, letâs be honest, youâd crush him. Heâd never call you out, never push you.â He paused, and there was a bitterness beneath his words, hidden but unmistakable. âHeâd be safe.â
A bitter smile twisted your lips, the pain creeping into your voice despite your best efforts. âAt least Jake knows how to be respectful. He wouldnât stoop to tearing me down just to get a rise. He wouldnât need to.â
Rafe scoffed, his amusement tinged with a hint of anger. âRespectful? Fuck that. You want someone to play nice and tell you what you want to hear, go right ahead. But I think we both know thatâs not what you really want.â He took a step closer, his gaze fierce, challenging. âYou think Iâm the bad guy because Iâm not afraid to tell you the truth. I donât play pretend. Iâm not here to tell you sweet liesâIâd rather see who you really are, even if that means pissing you off.â
You narrowed your eyes, fury blazing in your chest. He was looking right at you, like he could see through every layer you tried so hard to put up. But there was something deeper in his gaze, a flicker of something that made your heart race even as anger burned within you. And you hated that he could do thatâmake you feel so exposed, so raw, yet so alive all at once.
But to him, this was just another game. He thrived on your frustration, on the way he could get under your skin with just a few well-placed words. It was a twisted power play, a battle neither of you were willing to lose. And for a moment, the air between you was charged, almost electrifying, the tension so thick it was nearly suffocating.Â
You wanted to hate him, but a part of you couldnât help but wonder if he was rightâif he really did see through to the parts of you that no one else dared to touch.
But that only made you angrier, and you felt a surge of resentment rise within you, pushing you over the edge. With a sudden flash of fury, you slammed your fists onto the table, the sound echoing through the room, your voice sharp and cutting. âYou know what? Fuck you, Rafe Cameron.â
Without another word, you turned and stormed out.
The sound reverberated through the Cameron household, leaving a heavy silence. Rafe stood there, fists clenched, trying to swallow down the mix of anger and something elseâsomething that felt dangerously close to longing.
Sarah raised an eyebrow at her brother. âYouâre a fucking asshole, you know that?â
Rafe shot her a look, irritation simmering just beneath the surface. âYou donât get it, Sarah. Sheâs⊠Sheâs infuriating.â
But then he hesitated, his gaze drifting toward the door you had just stormed out of. The edge of his lips twitched in a way that was all too vulnerable, too honest. âBut thereâs something about her,â he admitted, his voice softening. âSheâs fierce and passionate. When sheâs angry, itâs like sheâs alive in a way I canât help but be drawn to. Itâs frustrating, but⊠but sheâs not afraid to challenge me, to call me out.â He paused, searching for the right words, his heart racing.
âAnd so that makes it right for you to annoy her to that point?â
He shrugged. âI donât know. I canât help it. I want her to see the real me, too. Itâs like I canât breathe when sheâs around and thenâwhen she leaves? Itâs like the air just⊠disappears.â He ran a hand through his hair, a mix of confusion and desire etched across his features. âShe challenges me in ways I never expected, and it drives me insane, but I canât help but want more of her.â
âWow,â Sarah said softly, her voice full of surprise. âI didnât think Iâd see the day Rafe Cameron talked about someone like thisâbut mess around with her like that one more time, and Iâll hurt you.â
The sun spilled into your bedroom, casting a warm glow that felt inviting. But you stirred, still brimming with the tumult of emotions from last night. Rafeâs words echoed in your mindâhis teasing, the way he pushed your buttons, and the way your heart raced despite your annoyance. You groaned and rolled over, pulling the blanket over your head, hoping to drown out the memories.
But then laughter broke through the haze of your thoughts. It was bright and carefree, drifting in through the open window. Intrigued, you tossed off the blanket and slid out of bed, your curiosity piqued. A quick glance outside revealed the source of the joyful sounds: Sarah, Wheezie, and Rafe were out by the pool, splashing water and playfully throwing each other around.
Rafe, wearing nothing but swim trunks that hung low on his hips, was the centerpiece of the scene, effortlessly drawing your gaze. His tanned skin glimmered, accentuating the muscles that rippled as he dove and surfaced in the water, laughter spilling from his lips, infectious and buoyant.
You caught yourself ogling him, eyes roaming over the way the water dripped from his hair, the way his body moved with ease and confidence. It wasnât fair, reallyâhow could someone be so effortlessly captivating? The sun caught the edges of his grin as he tossed Wheezie playfully into the pool, the sound of her laughter ringing out like music.
You were lost in the moment, so caught up in the heat of his gaze that you didnât even notice the way your thighs clenched together, craving the contact that felt just out of reach. All you could think about was the overwhelming desire to touch himâeverywhere. You imagined your hands gliding over his toned chest, feeling the hard flex of his biceps beneath your fingertips, tracing the lines of his powerful arms as they wrapped around your body, waist, and ass pulling you closer.
You wanted him. God, did you want him.
Why did he have this effect on you? Why was he constantly invading your thoughts, even now?
A sudden buzz from your phone pulled you from your reverie. You grabbed it from the bedside table and saw a message from Sarah: âGet your ass out here! Weâre in the pool, itâs fun! Youâll want to join us!â
A smile tugged at your lips at Sarah's enthusiasm, but a moment of hesitation passed as you remembered the tension of last night. Still, you didnât want to be the odd one out. With a determined sigh, you pulled yourself away from the window and began to get ready.
You rummaged through your drawers, searching for that one bikini that made you look stunning and earned you a handful of compliments every time you wore it. Finally, you found it: a deep emerald green that contrasted perfectly against your skin tone. It was cut high, accentuating your legs, the top was daring, showing just enough to leave to the imagination. You paired it with a pair of denim shorts.
You headed towards the back door, nerves swirling in your stomach. As you stepped outside, the head of the sun hit you like a wave, and the sounds of laughter grew louder.
âYouâre awake!â Sarah exclaimed, her voice bright and cheerful. âI thought weâd have to drag you out here!â
You laughed lightly, feeling a playful energy surge within you. âIâm here, arenât I?â You shot back, trying to keep your tone light as you made your way toward the pool.
Wheezie exclaimed, eyes wide of admiration. âWow, Y/N! Look at you!â
âThanks!â you replied, trying to play it cool but secretly loving the attention. You glanced at Rafe, who had turned to face you, and your heart raced at the sight of him leaning against the poolâs edge, water cascading down his toned body.
His gaze lingered on you, a mix of surprise and appreciation playing across his features. âWell, well, if it isnât the queen herself,â he teased, that infuriating smirk stretching across his face. âNice of you to join us.â
You rolled your eyes and turned your back to him, feigning indifference as you busied yourself with anything but him. The events of last night were still fresh in your mind, a heated clash that left you reeling and more than a little irritated. You were determined not to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.
âOh, so I get the silent treatment?â he drawled, his voice dripping with playful disbelief. âIâm devastated,â he added, the corner of his mouth quirking up in that infuriatingly irresistible smirk that always made your heart flutter.
Instead, you focused on Sarah and Wheezie, who were gleefully splashing water at each other. You couldnât help but feel the pull of their energy.Â
Hours rolled by and you settled onto a lounge chair, you could feel Rafeâs eyes on you, the heat of his gaze igniting your skin in a way that both thrilled and annoyed you. He was still in the pool, looking at you like he wanted to eat you alive. You didnât know but you were driving him crazy with that attitude of yours, this whole ignoring thing and your fucking bikini.Â
Sarah and Wheezie went inside the house to prepare some snacks and drinks for us because we were getting hungry and thirsty, leaving only Rafe and you.Â
You pulled your phone, pretending to scroll through social media, anything to distract yourself from the way your heart raced at his presence. A notification lit up your phone, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw Jakeâs name flash across the screen. The excitement surged through you as you opened the message:
"Hey, gorgeous. I really like you, and Iâd love to take you out sometime. You in?"
He was cuteâway too cute.
A grin crept onto your lips, and for once, you allowed yourself to enjoy the attention from someone who wasnât toying with your emotions. Someone who actually seemed genuine. No games, no mixed signals. Just interest. The kind that felt refreshing after dealing with someone who never seemed to know what he wanted.
You barely had time to revel in it before Rafeâs voice cut through the moment, sharp and demanding. âWhatâs got you smiling like that?â
Your grip tightened on your phone instinctively, and you flicked your gaze up to him, feigning nonchalance. âOh, nothing. Just a friend,â you said, slipping your phone screen down against your thigh.
Rafe wasnât buying it. His eyes narrowed, skepticism written all over his face. âJust a friend, huh?â His voice had that dangerous edge to it, the one you knew too well. âFunny, you donât usually smile like that over friends.â
You felt his eyes burning into you, but you refused to give him the satisfaction. âReally? Maybe you donât know me as well as you think,â you teased, biting back the smirk threatening to break free.
Rafeâs jaw clenched. âWho was it?â
âLike I said, just a friend,â you repeated, your voice smooth, but now you were teasing on purpose. You could feel his irritation rising, and part of you enjoyed it. âWhat, are you jealous or something?â
He scoffed, though you didnât miss the way his eyes darkened. âWhy the hell would I be jealous?â he snapped, though it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself than you. âIâm just asking a question.â
âUh-huh.â You raised an eyebrow, leaning back and tilting your head, watching him closely. âRight. Just a casual question, huh? Totally doesnât sound like someoneâs jealous.â
His hands were now resting on the edge of the pool, gripping it just a little too tightly. âIâm not jealous,â he repeated, but the way his gaze darted to your phone said otherwise. âBut if itâs someone trying to get at you, then yeah, I wanna know. Who is it?â
âSomeone,â you said vaguely, enjoying the fact that Rafe was teetering on the edge of losing it. âSomeone whoâs interested, clearly.â
Rafeâs eyes flared, and the jealousy in his voice became impossible to miss. âInterested in what? You?â His lips curled into a scowl, his muscles tense. âWhat, you think some random guyâs gonnaââ
âMaybe,â you cut in, your smile growing. âMaybe heâs actually straightforward, you know? No mind games, no drama. Just a guy who knows what he wants.â
His brows shot up, the implication stinging. âAnd you think I donât know what I want?â
You shrugged, not backing down an inch. âWell, you never seem to make it that clear. Maybe someone else is going to take your place as myââ
The possessiveness in his eyes flared. He pushed himself up out of the pool, water dripping from his shoulders as he moved closer, his presence looming over you. âNo oneâs stepping up, got it? No oneâs taking my place.â
You met his gaze, unflinching, even as your heart raced a little faster. âOh? And what exactly is your place, Rafe?â
He leaned in, the heat between you practically crackling. âYou know damn well where my place is,â he murmured, his voice low, daring, yet with a hint of uncertainty creeping in. âAnd Iâm not about to let some bitch ass slide in because you think I donât care.â
You smiled, tilting your head, savoring the tension. âSeems like you do care. Maybe more than you want to admit.â
âBecause I do care, Y/N,â he murmured softly, swiping his wet thumb across your cheek. âI told you already that I cared way too damn much.â
Rafeâs thumb lingered on your cheek, the warmth of his touch sending shivers through your body despite the heat of the day. His eyes held yours, dark and intense, as if he were trying to convey all the words he couldnât quite say aloud. The air between you was thick, charged with a tension that had been building for far too long.
You swallowed hard, trying to hold onto some semblance of control, but it was a losing battle. âYour way of showing it is fucked, Rafe.â
Your words were meant to cut, but they came out softer than you intended, almost like a challenge. His jaw tightened, but instead of snapping back with some cocky retort, he stepped even closer. The scent of chlorine and his skin invaded your senses, and you couldnât help but notice how his muscles tensed as he towered over you, dripping with water, his presence commanding.
âI care,â he repeated, his voice lower now, almost a growl. His eyes flicked down to your lips and back to your eyes, like he was making a decision in real time. âI care more than you know.â
Before you could muster a reply, his hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you just a little closer, your breath hitching as his lips hovered near your ear. âI think you know exactly what my place is,â he murmured, his voice rough with unspoken desire. âAnd youâre not running from it.â
His breath was hot against your skin, sending a wave of heat cascading down your spine. He didnât move right away, as if savoring the tension that crackled between you, the nearness, the inevitability of it all. Your heart pounded in your chest, your pulse quickening as his lips brushed, ever so lightly, against the sensitive spot just below your ear.
You gasped, your hands instinctively gripping the fabric of your shorts as your body reacted to him, heat pooling low in your belly. âRafeâŠâ you whispered, not quite a protest, but not quite giving in either.
But he wasnât about to back down now. He shifted closer, his mouth grazing the curve of your neck, soft at first, then firmer, the scrape of his teeth making your pulse race. Your skin ignited under his touch, and a low moan escaped your lips before you could stop it.
âYou feel that?â he whispered, his lips trailing lower, his voice husky and thick with need. âThatâs not some game. Thatâs real.â
Your body arched toward him of its own accord, your resistance melting as his hands slid down to your waist, fingers pressing firmly into your skin, pulling you closer. You could feel the heat of his breath on your neck, his lips teasing, torturing, as they brushed along your collarbone. Every touch, every whisper was setting your nerves alight, and you were dizzy with the intensity of it.
âYouâre such an ass,â you muttered, trying to keep a shred of control, but your voice lacked conviction.
He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your skin. âMaybe,â he agreed, his lips brushing the spot just beneath your ear again, sending a fresh wave of shivers down your spine. âBut you canât stop thinking about me, can you?â
You hated how right he was. You hated how easily he could unravel you, how even now, you were leaning into his touch, craving more of it. But there was no way you were giving him the satisfaction of hearing it.
âStop being so cocky,â you managed to whisper, though your voice wavered with the desire that coursed through you.
But Rafe wasnât in the mood to stop. His hand slid to your lower back, pulling your body flush against his, the coolness of his skin mingling with your own heat. You could feel the hard lines of his body pressed against yours, his chest rising and falling as his lips grazed your shoulder, his teeth scraping lightly against your skin, just enough to make you shudder.
âAdmit it,â he murmured against your neck, his voice a deep, rough command. âYou want this.â
You closed your eyes, fighting to hold onto your last thread of self-control, but the tension between you was overwhelming, suffocating. His lips moved lower, placing slow, deliberate kisses along your collarbone, each one leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Your breath came in ragged gasps as your body betrayed you, leaning into him, craving the heat of his touch, the weight of his gaze, the way he made you feel like the only person in the world.
âRafeâŠâ you breathed, your voice barely audible, as his hand slid down to your hip, his fingers digging into your skin possessively. You could feel his breath on your neck, his lips hovering just above the place where your pulse raced beneath the surface.
âI want you, Y/N,â he whispered against your skin, his voice raw, filled with the desire that had been simmering between you for what felt like forever. âAnd Iâm not letting anyone else have you.â
His words sent a shiver down your spine, and before you could think better of it, your hands were in his hair, pulling him closer, your body aching for the contact youâd been denying yourself for so long.
Your lips collided with his in a heated rush, all the pent-up tension and desire finally unraveling between you. Rafeâs hands immediately gripped your hips, pulling you impossibly closer as he kissed you like heâd been waiting for this moment forever. His lips were demanding, rough and hungry, but there was a softness to the way he held you, like he wanted to savor every second. You melted into him, fingers tangling in his wet hair, feeling the slickness of the pool water on his skin as his body pressed against yours.
The taste of him, mixed with the faint tang of chlorine, was intoxicating. It was all-consuming, drowning out every rational thought. He kissed you like he was staking his claim, like he wanted to erase any trace of doubt from your mind, and for a moment, you let him. Your body responded instinctively, arching against his as his hands roamed down your back, gripping you tighter.
When you finally broke apart, both of you gasping for air, Rafeâs forehead rested against yours, his eyes dark with desire and something deeperâsomething more vulnerable. His chest heaved as he looked at you, his breath coming in ragged bursts. âI like you, Y/N,â he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. âI like you so much it drives me crazy. No more pretending.â
You stared into his eyes, searching for any hint of the cocky facade he usually wore, but it was gone. This was Rafe stripped bare, no teasing, no arroganceâjust raw honesty. It made your heart race in a way that had nothing to do with the kiss.
Your breath caught in your throat as you considered what he was saying. Could you trust him? Could you really let your guard down and give in to this, knowing how easily he could hurt you?
But before you could overthink it, he kissed you again, slower this time, more deliberate. His lips moved against yours with a tenderness that made your chest ache, and all your doubts melted away. At that moment, it didnât matter what had happened before, or what might happen after. All that mattered was how he made you feel right nowâwanted, desired, seen.
Rafe pulled back, his thumb brushing gently against your bottom lip, his eyes flicking between yours. âTell me you feel it too,â he whispered, his voice rough, almost pleading. âTell me Iâm not the only one. Tell me, princess.â
You swallowed hard, your heart hammering in your chest. There was no point in pretending anymore. âYouâre not,â you admitted, your voice barely a whisper. âYou drive me crazy, Rafe, tooâI donât want to feel this way, but I do.â
His lips curved into a small, triumphant smile, but there was relief in his eyes too, like heâd been holding his breath, waiting for you to say it. âGood,â he murmured, his hand cupping your face as his thumb stroked your cheek. âBecause I donât think I can let you go.â
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What if Steve is a famous model and Eddie is a rockstar, both still pretty down to earth that they move around without bodyguards...
They bump into each other at a corner, and literally bump into each other - Steve somehow lost his contact lenses and he's half-blind without them, his agent Robin is traveling, he'd rather lose both of his eyes than to call his parents, and so he's trying to get to a pharmacy/optometrist/somewhere else just based on memory and touch.
Eddie is walking, not paying much attention and listening to music, when he's knocked back by a very apologetic squinting guy who might as well be very pretty, if he looked straight at Eddie - which is very much not possible, as Steve later explains, Eddie is a very blurry blob to him, although a very kind blob. Also a really nice sounding blob.
When Eddie collects his things and his heart off the streetwalk, he offers to walk Steve to the pharmacy. After asking if it's okay, he offers Steve his arm and leads him carefully to his destination. Steve is still mostly staring at the ground, trying to fight blurry nausea, so Eddie doesn't really know what he looks like, except that his hair is magnificent.
They reach the pharmacy, Steve is so thankful that he wants to invite Eddie for coffee, but before he can do that, Eddie receives an urgent call from his agent and needs to leave.
They both - not without a tinge sadness - think they won't see each other again.
Except the next day there's a wave of tabloid headlines: "CORRODED COFFIN'S EDDIE MUNSON FINALLY SETTLES DOWN?! THE ROCKSTAR SEEN WITH REDKEN'S MODEL STEVE HARRINGTON!" and there are pictures of Steve and Eddie, side by side, and it really looks like a romantic walk rather than what it was.
When Eddie's agent Chrissy calls, half-amused, half-concerned, Eddie stops her with a single sentence: "Can you get me his number?!"
Chrissy snorts in the phone. "Give me an hour."
It takes her 33 minutes in total, and she secures a date with Robin for herself as a bonus.
And as for Eddie? He opens his message with "Hey Steve, how come you never told me it was a date? I would have brought flowers!" and gets an immediate response of "You would have, huh? Then bring some today at seven, the pizzeria next to the pharmacy. I like sunflowers. See you there, Eddie. And this time, I mean really see you."
The "see you" jokes stay with them for the rest of their lives.
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Cherry Red, Crimson Blood
Chapter 28: Two Is Company, Three Is A Party
Summary: Things don't quite go as expected during your heat, but he can hardly complain.
Pairings: Poly 141 x reader
Word Count: 12.150 words
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, p in v sex, unprotected sex, UNSAFE SEX (please do not do this in real life, practice safe sex), anal sex, anal fingering, oral (m and f receiving), Dom/sub dynamics, threesomes, heat cycles, knotting, kissing, body fluids, cum eating, face sitting, spanking (it's like twice), Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, language, aftercare, and fluff
A/N: Well, this one got away from me. Not much to say other than heed the warnings and DO NOT read this in public or in underwear you care about...also maybe ditch the underwear all together this time.
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Kyleâs eyes immediately dart back to meet Johnâs gaze. The word coming from your lips has shocked him, startled him even. You hadnât said much during your first heat, reduced mostly to unintelligible mumbling when you were aware enough to look around with that hazy gleam in your eyes. Here, but not aware. Now your eyes are clear, staring up at him intently as you cling to his wrist. He canât help but wonder if youâll remember this, or if itâll stay lost in the haze.Â
John stares back at him, his gaze focused but Kyle knows him well enough to tell heâs just as surprised. Heâs still drinking the electrolyte drink, his throat bobbing slowly with every swallow. Kyle knows heâs doing it so he wonât have to answer right away, assessing the situation in the moment of clarity from his rut. Heâs still wrapped around you, still locked inside you.Â
The moment seems to last an hour, the tension between the three of you palpable. The anticipation from Kyle, waiting to see what John will say, the intense desire from you to pull him onto the bed, and Johnâs uncertainty as to how to proceed. It's not uncommon for betas to join during heats, it's not even that uncommon for betas to be the ones helping during heats. The pups of a beta and omega pairing do exist after all.Â
Kyle's eyes haven't left John's, even as you mouth at his wrist, tongue laving over the sensitive skin, teeth gently scraping like you're trying to devour him. He can't help the stirring in his pants from the heavy scents in the air, the sounds that had been coming from the room less than 20 minutes ago still ringing loud in his ears.Â
John pulls the now empty bottle from his lips, taking the time to screw the cap back on. Kyle holds his hand out automatically, ready to take it like he could escape your tight grip to toss it into the garbage with the others. He debates throwing it into the garbage from where he's standing, but the loud nose might startle you, which might make John get defensive.Â
Instead he lets it drop to the floor. He'll pick it up later.Â
John continues to stare at him, holding his gaze. There's sweat beading on Kyle's back as he waits for what's coming next, what John's decision will be. He has no reason to be nervous. The fact he's in this room, so close to them speaks volumes of trust John has, the safety he feels letting Kyle around his omega in such a vulnerable position.Â
âShe wants you.â John finally says, leaving it open to Kyle. It's not an order, it's not a hesitant decision left open for you to make, it's not even a direct question. It's an opportunity, an opportunity for Kyle to make the final decision. You've already decided, and in presenting this opportunity, so has John.Â
Kyle takes half a step back, a whine leaving your lips but you let him go. Your whine cuts through him, desperate and needy and almost sad. It hurts him, only aiding his decision.Â
He kicks off his shoes, stripping out of his shirt and pants. He debates leaving his boxers on, but he already knows what's going to happen, what the endgame of this will be. Itâll be one less obstacle for all three of you.Â
Your eyes are intense as you stare at him, lips parted as your eyes zero in on his half-hard cock. Kyle approaches the bed again, the sweet scent of omega in heat thickening in the air. You reach out for him again, but not for his wrist.Â
John folds your arms against your chest, shifting the two of you backwards to make room. âNot yet,â he murmurs in your ear. âLet him get settled in.â
Kyle stares down at where the two of you are still connected, your pussy gaping wide around Johnâs knot. He swallows thickly, his cock twitching to life. Heâs careful as he climbs on the bed, not wanting to cause you to shift on John's knot. He lays down face to face with you, a content smile tugging at your lips. The haze is returning, your eyes getting glassy as you tug Kyle closer.
He's not expecting it as you kiss him, wet and sloppy as your tongue traces his lips. Kyle shifts himself closer, his hand settling on your hip as he kisses you back, your mouth wet and hot as his tongue slips inside, dragging against yours.Â
His hand slowly trails down your hip, fingers gliding across your still warm skin. You moan against his lips as his fingers follow the dip of your hip down closer to your mound. He can feel where John's knot begins, bulging in your pelvis right above your slit. Kyle lets a finger brush your clit and he can feel the way you spasm around Johnâs knot. John lets out a groan as you tighten around him.Â
You pull away from his lips with a whine, pressing your face into his neck. Kyle leans up on his elbow, giving you more skin to explore as his fingers trail lower, brushing around your puffy lips to the base of John's cock, the small bit that still sticks out of you. He runs his fingers over the red, almost pulsing skin. John lets out another groan, his hips grinding against your ass. It tugs at the knot inside you, causing you to let out a breathy moan that blows hot against the wet spot youâve made on his neck. Goosebumps form on his skin as he brushes the underside of John's cock, the alpha pushing his hips against yours again.Â
Kyle pulls his hand away as pain erupts in the dip where his neck meets his shoulder. âOw-fuck!â He hisses, jerking away as John sinks his hand into your hair with the arm that's under you, forcing your head back.Â
Kyle rubs the sore spot on his neck as John chuckles, leaning his head against yours. âShe's in a biting mood this time.â He rasps, a satisfied grin pulling at your lips, still shiny with a mix of yours and Kyleâs spit. âGot me at the start, naughty little thing.â
John grinds his hips against you again, your eyes nearly rolling back as you meet his movements, grinding back against him. Kyle can see it, the change beginning to happen. The haze is settling back in, the moment of clarity gone. It's been almost just over a half hour. It can take between 30 minutes to an hour for an alpha's knot to deflate.Â
âShe's so sensitive.â John continues, his lips brushing your cheek. âCan make her cum so easily.âÂ
John's other hand wraps around you, pushing against the bulge in your pelvis. You let out a high pitched whine, your body shaking as you cum around his knot just like that. John curses, eyes squeezing closed as he presses his face against the side of your head. His cock is twitching, his knot tugging on your pussy but you don't seem to care.Â
âFuck...â John groans, the sound long and dragged out as his hand leaves your pelvis, sinking into the sheets in front of you.Â
Kyle sits all the way up, watching curiously as John's cock continues to spasm. Quiet growls leave his lips as his cock begins to soften. His knot is getting smaller and smaller, deflating and releasing its hold on you. John lifts your top leg up over his hips before pulling his cock free. A gush of slick and cum is forced out of you as your walls spasm, slowly relaxing after being forced open for so long.Â
Kyle can't help himself as he reaches out, gathering some of the viscous cocktail that's gathered on your thigh. It's almost slimy as it coats his fingers, your slick wetter than your normal arousal. Not quite as sticky. John's cum has thickened it, tainting it a milky white color.Â
âBeautiful, isn't it?â John smirks, watching Kyle rub the mix of their fluids between his fingers. âGive her a minute, she'll be gushing slick again and you can get a taste.â
He's right, you've begun to tremble, the skin of your thigh starting to warm even more where his leg is pressed against yours. Your pussy is fluttering still, pushing the rest of John's cum out.
Kyle can't help himself again as he gathers more of your release on his fingers, pushing it back inside you. You're tight around his fingers despite the fact you had just taken your alphaâs knot. You squeeze around him, slick gushing around his fingers. It coats his hand, warm and wet. He pulls his fingers from you, watching your pussy spasm as more slick seeps out of you, coating your folds and dripping onto the skin of your thigh. Your scent has thickened in the air, making his mouth water. It's going to his head, making his cock throb.Â
He can understand now why alphas will fight over an omega in heat.Â
John moves, shifting both of you on the bed until his back rests against your headboard, your body between his legs. He grips you behind your knees, pulling your legs up until you're damn near folded in half. You don't seem to care, panting as sweat begins to bead on your skin. You've gone almost limp, pliable and willing so long as the ache in your core gets relieved.Â
John's eyes are dark as he stares at Kyle, his fingers digging into your skin. âWell?â He smirks. âAre you going to give her what she wants?âÂ
Kyle's eyes drift between your legs, your pussy spread open before him like a buffet. Itâs not a new sight. Heâs been between your thighs many times, tasted you on his tongue. Yet it feels different now, because it is different. The situation has changed. Heâs not fucking you because youâve come to him, sought him out to relieve the ache between your legs, the neediness thatâs built up the whole day. Youâre still needy, still begging, but itâs because you have to. Your body needs to be filled, needs to have an alphaâs knot to ease the ache. Your body wants pups, and so itâs forcing you to the peak of attraction to an alpha. Pheromones thick in the air to drive alphas into their most base state, slick coating your thighs to ease the taking of a knot.Â
His eyes are glued to you as slick continues to seep out of you, sliding down your ass until it drips onto the sheet below. Heâs no alpha, but your pheromones are getting to him, fogging his own mind in need. Heâs felt it when he enters to clean, to ensure youâve eaten and hydrated, that nothing has gone wrong, but the feeling leaves as soon as heâs in the clear air in the hallway. He had thought it was simply the knowledge of what was happening, the sounds from the room and then seeing you and his alpha knotted together. Itâs a natural reaction to a beautiful omega naked in front of him.Â
He understands it now as his mouth goes dry, staring at your shiny pussy. Itâs his turn to experience it, his chance to understand firsthand what both you and John go through. He feels the urge to bend down, to taste you, to drink from the source like your slick is the only thing that will ease his thirst.Â
He bends down, laying flat on the bed so heâs face to face with your weeping slit. The room is silent, even your own panting breaths quiet, waiting in anticipation. He leans forward, pressing his face against your slit. He inhales deeply, his eyes almost fluttering as your pheromones go straight to his brain. They swirl around his synapses before shooting down his spine, seeping into his veins and warming his body. His cock is hard and leaking onto the mattress beneath him, throbbing for some relief. He won't give it any yet, wanting to wait until he at least gets a taste of you.Â
He drags his tongue through your folds, moaning at the sweet taste of you. There's still a hint of your natural taste under there, but the sweetness of your slick has him burying his face in your folds. He laps at the source, pressing his tongue into your pussy, drinking up your slick like a man starved. His nose presses against your clit, and he inhales the sweet scent of your slit with every breath. Your skin is hot, feverish as his hands slip under you, holding your hips up as he feasts on you desperately. He feels like he's in heat himself, or perhaps as close to a rut as a beta can get. His face is soaked, your slick dripping down his chin, adding to the mess both dry and still wet on the sheets.
You're panting and whining, pushing your hips up against his face desperately. He doesn't care. He'd drown here happily. His nose continues to brush your clit, making you whine all desperate and needy. His cock is throbbing, but he resists the urge to grind against the bed. Not yet.Â
âPlease, please!â You whine, pussy fluttering around his tongue. You are sensitive, nearly to the brink and he's barely touched you.Â
He presses harder against your clit, a loud moan falling from your lips as you cum around his tongue, sweet slick gushing into his face along with the familiar, tangy taste of your cum. He licks every last drop from your pussy, or at least as much as he can with how your slick is still seeping out of you endlessly.Â
He lifts himself up from your pussy, meeting John's gaze. John beckons him closer, gripping Kyle's chin as soon as he's within armâs distance and pulling him against his lips. Thereâs a low rumble in his chest, the sound shooting straight down Kyleâs spine. It makes him shudder, his cock twitching.Â
John licks into his mouth, tasting you on his tongue before licking your slick from his face. Kyle can't help but moan, his cock smearing precum against your thigh.Â
âYou want her?â John breathes against his lips. âYou want to feel her?â
Kyle breathes out a quiet moan, nodding. âYes, sir.âÂ
He backs up as John releases your legs, letting you flop onto the bed. He maneuvers out from behind you until you're laying flat on the bed, limp yet willing. You let out a whine, rubbing your thighs together for any sort of friction. He canât imagine youâre getting any, not with how slick your thighs and pussy are.Â
John moves off the bed, cock hanging hard and heavy between his thighs. âPresent for your beta.â John says, the alpha command strong in his voice as he slaps your ass lightly. âShow him how good of an omega you are.â
You let out a whine, flopping over and shuffling your legs under you. Kyle doesnât think youâll be able to do it, given your weak state, but you surprise him. Your upper body is still pressed into the mattress, but your hips lift, slick still drooling out of your pussy. Kyle is nearly drooling himself staring at your puffy lips and soaked skin.Â
He jumps as John's hand slaps his own ass cheek. âWell, give her what she wants.â His voice is rough, his alpha still slipping out around the edges.Â
Kyle moves forward almost automatically, obeying the command of his alpha. He shifts so he's kneeling behind you, fisting his cock. It's still hard and throbbing, precum dripping from the tip. He drags the head through your folds, slipping through easily thanks to the slick. Heâd understood the importance of slick before from his research for your first heat, but now heâs getting a firsthand demonstration.Â
His hand closes around your hip, holding you steady as he presses into you with a groan. Youâre so hot and wet and tight around him, your pussy fluttering around him like itâs trying to pull him in. Soft, breathy moans slip from your lips, your hands gripping the sheets tightly as he sinks into you completely with one press of his hips. He pauses in surprise as his hips press flush against your ass without even having to work you open. He supposes youâve been taking Johnâs not repeatedly, but yet youâre still just as tight around him as he remembers, if not tighter. He shifts forward slightly so his hips are flush with your ass, his eyes following a bead of sweat as it slides down the line of your spine. Itâs hot in the room, and youâre hot under his hands, skin burning with the flames of your desperation. He understands canât give you what you need, not completely, but he can give you a little relief.Â
He can feel Johnâs eyes on him as he begins to move, pulling back before sinking back into you. Your pussy seems to have a mind of its own as it flutters around him, letting him pull back before pulsing around him, pulling him back in. Heâs fucked you plenty of times, but itâs never felt like this. So slick and warm and responsive. Your body moves in accordance with his movements, pushing and pulling with every thrust of his cock in and out of you. It makes his head spin, his movements starting to pick up speed. Thereâs no resistance, his cock gliding in and out of your pussy easily.Â
âFuck...â He groans, clinging desperately to his sanity as he tries not to cum immediately. Youâre whimpering and whining under him, legs already shaking but he canât tell if it's from the effort of holding yourself up or from your pleasure.Â
Low growls rumble in Johnâs throat, the wet sound of him pumping his cock mixing with the wet squelch of your pussy. Itâs an obscene chorus, the harmony of moans and growls and the wet sounds of sex. Slick continues to drip out around his cock, smearing on his skin. Youâre pushing back weakly against him, moaning and drooling on the sheets. Youâre doing what omegas are supposed to do during heats, lay there and take your alphaâs knot over and over in hopes of being bred. You wonât be, you have protections against that, but your brain canât comprehend that right now. It canât comprehend much of anything in this state. Â
You squeeze tightly around him, trembling as youâre thrown into an orgasm. Your walls clench, gripping him like a vice, so tightly he almost canât move. Slick gushes out around his cock, soaking his pelvis, dripping down his thighs. The sensation is almost heavenly as you spasm around him, almost trying to pull him deeper, coax a knot out of him that he canât give you.Â
He starts to grind against you, his vision almost going dark as his own orgasm is forced out of him suddenly, his hands tightening around your hips. You whine as he holds you, hips probably sore from John, but he canât find it in him to care as he bends over your back, holding your ass flush with his hips. Heâs gasping for air, trembling himself from the shared sensation of your orgasm and his own.Â
Itâs almost too much.Â
Almost.Â
âYouâre not done.â John says, trailing a hand down Kyleâs spine, smearing the sweat thatâs broken out across his body. âGive her another.âÂ
Kyle canât disagree, canât even ask for a moment to gather his head as he begins moving again, your body sucking him in so tightly he can hardly do more than grind his hips against your ass. You donât seem to care, needy whines and moans slipping out of your lips.Â
Johnâs hand dips between Kyleâs thighs, collecting some of your slick before he presses his finger against Kyleâs hole. Kyle lets out a sound thatâs almost a whine of his own at the sensation.
âOpen up for me.â His alpha growls, nipping at the skin of his ass cheek. âBe a good boy.âÂ
Kyle nearly cums again, fighting to relax as he continues to fuck you. He bends over you further as John presses a slick covered finger into his ass, a deep groan leaving his throat. Youâre still laying there, eyes pinched closed in pleasure as you create a puddle of drool around your mouth. Whisps of hair stick to your face, falling out of the braid Johnny had done for you. He should redo it, keep it in place for the few days still left of your heat.Â
Heâs pulled from his thoughts when John grips his throat, pulling him back upright. Johnâs finger is still in his ass, moving with the thrusts of his hips. âGonna make her cum again?â John growls, licking Kyleâs lips. Their kiss is rough and sloppy, spit passing between them as they lick at each otherâs mouths.Â
Kyle groans as John pulls the finger from his ass, gathering more slick before pressing two back in. âShit,â He curses, his hips stuttering against your ass.Â
You cum around him again, legs nearly giving out. He clings to your hips, keeping you up. He understands why you carry such nasty looking bruises around your hips after your heat now. Itâs not just Johnâs iron grip, itâs to keep you steady.Â
âThatâs it.â John growls, fucking his fingers into Kyleâs ass, opening him up.Â
Kyleâs cock twitches in anticipation, his hips driving into your ass to hasten his own orgasm in excitement for whatâs coming next.Â
Kyleâs body does give out as his orgasm slams into him, his hands just barely managing to catch him before he falls into you. Your own body trembles, squeezing around him, milking every last drop. Your legs give out, your body slumping onto the bed. Kyle follows you, keeping his cock inside you. Youâre tensed around him, still seeking what he canât give you. It has to be torture, your body desperate for a knot, for some relief to the pain you must be in, yet Kyle canât stop. He canât have mercy on you, not yet.Â
Itâs addicting, the feeling of fucking you during your heat. He gets the insanity alphas seem to be overwhelmed by during an omegaâs heat. Itâs not just the pheromones driving the mating instinct, not the sweet scent that drives them crazy. The feeling of your body, the way your pussy sucks him in all wet and hot...for a moment he does wish he could knot you, just to feel what itâs like.Â
John pushes a hand into his back, pressing him fully on top of you. Kyle moves onto his elbows, just preventing you from taking his full weight. Youâre hot under him, skin feverish and slicked with sweat. His cheek rests against your damp hair, one of his hands slipping up the bed. He brushes your drool slick skin with his thumb, your shallow gasps pressing your back up against his chest.Â
âPlease....please...â You whine, pushing your ass back against him.Â
âEasy.â John says, kneeling over both of you on the bed. His hand slips down between your legs, gathering the slick still seeping out around Kyleâs cock.Â
The wet sound of John smearing your slick on his cock is loud in the silence, Kyleâs cheeks clamping in anticipation. Youâre clenching around him, almost begging him to move again, but it wonât be him in control anymore.Â
Not that he really was in control in the first place.Â
John presses his tip against Kyleâs hole, the beta pressing his face into your hair as he groans. His own hand grips the sheets as John presses further in, shifting closer to Kyleâs ass as he works himself into the tight passage.Â
âFuck...â Kyle whines, grinding his hips against your ass. You whine softly at the sensation, pressing against him as much as you can with their combined weight pinning you down.Â
âThatâs it.â John groans, pressing in further. âFuck...you can take it.âÂ
John begins moving his hips shallowly, thrusting further and further into Kyleâs ass. Kyle feels a bit like you, unable to do much but lay there and take it as John begins to fuck his ass. Johnâs thrusts push him into you, his cock grinding into your pussy. Their combined rocking has your clit rubbing against the bed, your eyes rolling in pleasure.Â
You cum twice around Kyleâs cock as John fucks him, his hips slapping against Kyleâs ass. John's hands grip Kyleâs hips tight enough Kyle might sport bruises of his own after this. Deep growls rumble in Johnâs chest, echoing almost in time with his thrusts. Kyle feels like whimpering from the combined pleasure of your pussy clenching around him and Johnâs cock driving into his ass. He canât think anymore feeling just as out of it as you look.Â
For a moment Kyle is worried you might have passed out under him, and he lifts himself higher up on his elbows, ready to tap out in concern. You shift under him as he presses up, trying to push yourself up too, arching against Kyleâs chest. He breathes out a quiet sigh of relief as you move, unable to do much still except whine and plead.Â
âPlease, please, please,â You repeat it like a mantra, head bending back as your body spasms, the sweetest moans falling from your lips. âAlpha!âÂ
You cry out for him as slick and fluid gushes out of you, your hips lifting off the bed as you push your ass against Kyle. John lets out an animalistic growl as he picks up the pace, fucking Kyle so hard he nearly sees stars.Â
âIâve got you,â John grunts, bending over Kyleâs back. âIâve got you.âÂ
Kyle can feel it, worry flooding through him for a moment as the base of Johnâs cock swells, pushing against the ring of his ass. Heâs never taken a knot before, never had a chance to. Heâs not sure he wants to as the feels the size of it. He might tear in half.Â
Instead John pulls out of him, grunting as he jerks his cock until heâs spurting his hot cum across Kyleâs ass. Youâve gone limp beneath him again, your only movement the slow push of your hips backwards against him. Kyle gently turns your head so your face isnât pressed into the mattress. The last thing they need is you accidentally suffocating yourself. He canât help but wonder if John has enough awareness to do the same, or if suffocation is a fear he should worry about during your heats. He hadnât even thought of that during your first heat.Â
John slaps his ass, getting his attention again. âOff.â He says, pushing Kyle to the side.Â
Kyle gets the memo, his cock sore as he pulls out of you, flopping over to the side. John drags a hand up your back, the motion very soft and intimate compared to the rough fucking you both had just taken. John wraps his arms around you, lifting you up against his chest. You let him move you, limp again in his arms, your head pressing back against his shoulder. Slick still dribbles out of you, mixed with Kyleâs cum.Â
âOver here. On your back.â John directs Kyle and he moves despite his own exhaustion, laying where you had just been. The bed is wet, the sheets soaked through. Kyle silently thanks whoever created plastic heat protectors for mattresses as he settles on his back.Â
John lets you flop to the side, Kyle grateful you just miss smacking your head against the wall. Youâre staring at him, eyes lidded as you continue to pant. Your hand slips down between your legs, fingers pressing into your pussy despite the fucking you had just taken, the fucking youâve done since your heat started. John tugs him further down the bed, his knees bent and feet against the footboard. His cock twitches as he waits patiently for whatâs going to come next.Â
John tugs you up, a whine leaving your lips as your fingers are forced out of you. He maneuvers your body into place, kneeling over Kyleâs face. Excitement thrums in his veins as slick dribbles out of you, dripping onto his chin. He licks his lips, dipping his tongue down his chin to try and get a taste of it again.Â
Kyle feels like he may be in heat as John pushes you forward just slightly, his arms wrapped around your middle as his cock presses into you. His knot has deflated for now, his length slipping easily into your slick pussy. Your hands grip the headboard as John begins to fuck you, holding you up over Kyleâs face. Kyle sticks his tongue out, catching your slick and the remnants of his own cum as Johnâs thrusts force it out of you. Despite the soreness of his cock itâs twitching back to life, the taste and scent of you on his face nearly driving him over the edge.Â
You let out the most delicious sounding whines as your alpha finally fucks you, promising you what Kyle canât: temporary relief from the fire in your veins and the ache between your thighs. A knot. Your legs shake around his head, Kyleâs hands coming up to grip the backs of your knees. He wouldnât care if you dropped on him. Heâd take a broken nose if it meant heâd get to taste your slick from the source again. He could always text Dr. Keller to come and patch him up, though heâd have to tell her how it happened.Â
He doubts sheâd care.Â
John keeps his hold on you tight though, keeping you up as he fucks into you roughly, the bed shaking from the force of his thrusts. You tremble above Kyle as you cum again, more slick gushing out around Johnâs cock. Itâs obscene from his angle, Johnâs cock driving into your sopping pussy, slick oozing out around his cock, wetting your thighs and Johnâs thighs and Kyleâs face. He licks as much as he can from his face, basking in the sweet taste of you raining down over him like manna from heaven.Â
John groans, his cock twitching as he cums inside you, his hips pressing tight against your ass. Your legs nearly give out again, Kyleâs grip tightening around your thighs instinctively. John pulls out of you, quickly lowering you over Kyleâs mouth. He doesnât have to say anything as Kyleâs hands slide up to grip your hips, holding you in place as he begins to lick up the slick and cum seeping out of you.Â
Itâs a musky, sweet concoction, savory and sweet on his tongue. John is still holding you up, keeping you steady as you twitch over Kyle, sensitive and dripping all over his face. Your knees squeeze Kyleâs head as you cum again, Kyle having to turn his head to breathe for a moment as you nearly waterboard him with your slick.Â
Kyle licks every last drop of your cum and Johnâs. He could lay here, licking your slick all day, but he knows that would be near torture for you. No matter how many times he can make you cum, he canât give you what you need.Â
He pushes you up slightly, back into Johnâs hold. âDo it.â He gasps, taking in deep breaths after nearly being drowned in your slick. âGive her what she needs.âÂ
John pulls you back, backing up slightly as Kyle moves up the bed more. Your slick is still coating his face, dripping down his chin to his neck and chest. John bends you over Kyleâs chest, letting you rest there as you present for your alpha, somehow still able to hold yourself up. Omega instincts he supposes, giving you the strength to present all pretty and dripping for your alpha. Kyleâs fingers brush your burning skin, your entire body soaked in sweat. Youâre still rocking your hips, trying to push back against John. How youâre even awake, let alone still moving is a miracle to him. Another wonder of omega biology.Â
You let out a content sigh as John presses back into you, his hips immediately snapping against your ass as he sets a near brutal pace. Heâs been fighting it as well, fighting that urge to knot you as soon as he can. Kyle feels honored, having this opportunity, sharing this moment with the two of you. His research has paled in comparison to seeing it in person. He understands it better now, understands the two of you and how you fit together perfectly in this moment. Your body responds naturally to your alphaâs, pulsing around Johnâs cock as you seek out his knot. John brings you endless amounts of pleasure, both of you ruled by your instincts which provide you both with an intense stamina.Â
Kyle doesn't have that stamina, but he doesnât mind. He canât even imagine doing this for a day, much less a week. Yet, despite his exhaustion, his cock still continues to twitch, half hard as he holds Johnâs gaze. His alphaâs eyes are dark, focused and intense. Growls leave his lips, rumbling through his chest. You answer with your own whines, only driving the animalistic instincts within you both. Youâre lost in your heat now, just as John is lost in his rut, only bordering on awareness because of Kyleâs presence.Â
Had Kyle not been in here, he knows John would have had you in this position for the next hour, fucking you relentlessly until he could finally knot you and bring both of yourselves a little relief. Kyle would have stayed out in the hallway for a while, letting you both rest and John care for you until he decided it was time to check on you both and clean things up a little.Â
Youâre both close. He can tell by the way you shake over him, hands pushing into his chest as you try to lift yourself up, fingers scratching at his skin, but they canât get enough of a grip to hurt. John is close too, deep growls rumbling in his chest as he pulls back into his thrusts. His knot must be swelling, pushing against your entrance.Â
âPlease...Please alpha!!â You cry, trying to push back against him. âNeed it!âÂ
âNeed that?â John growls, grinding against you. âNeed my knot?âÂ
âPlease!â You whine pathetically, writhing over Kyle.Â
He wants to watch, he wants to see Johnâs knot push into you, spread you open, push in until youâre locked in place. âLet me see.â He breathes, still holding Johnâs gaze. âLet me see it.âÂ
John understands even in his hazy state, bending down to lift you back up against his chest. Kyle can see it, his swollen knot pushing against your pussy with every thrust of his hips. Youâre crying, begging incoherently for it, trying to push down on it.Â
âShhhh,â John shushes you, his lips brushing your cheek. âAlphaâs got you.âÂ
The words nearly have Kyle cumming again, his balls tightening as John reassures you, promises you heâll give you what you need. Your neck bends back, your head pushing against Johnâs shoulder as he begins to lower you while pushing his hips up, fighting the natural resistance as his knot spreads you open. The slight tapering of it makes it easier, easing your pussy open in preparation for the widest part. Youâre shaking, body almost spasming as he presses his knot into you, your pussy spread almost impossibly wide as he slips all the way in, groaning as he locks in place inside you. Kyle can see your pussy spasm, your eyes rolling back as you cum again around him, the last bit of slick dribbling out of you before the rest is trapped inside you by your alphaâs knot.Â
John doesnât let you drop this time, instead lowering you down gently against Kyleâs chest, moving with you. The dark intensity of his eyes has lessened, softening back into the blue he recognizes. John gently moves you off Kyleâs chest, shifting to the side so youâre lying next to the beta. Kyle turns onto his side facing the two of you, his body covered in slick and sweat and your drool. The heaviness of your combined scents has faded a bit in the air, not quite as intense as it had been even just moments ago.Â
Heâs breathing heavily, almost as heavily as the two of you. Youâve fallen unconscious, or at least you look like you have as you lay there limply, eyes closed, sweaty with drool still wet on your chin. âThank you.â He says, his gaze meeting Johnâs again. âThank you for letting me do this.âÂ
The corners of Johnâs lips pull up in a smile. âIâm glad you got to experience it. I doubt sheâd complain if you wanted to stay.â He says, trailing his fingers down your arm. You twitch just slightly, and Kyle can imagine how overstimulated you must be from everything.Â
Kyle breathes out a laugh, shaking his head. âIâm not sure I could handle much more.âÂ
John does smile now, his eyes flickering downwards. âOne more?âÂ
Kyle swallows as John reaches for his throbbing cock, nodding in agreement. He shifts slightly closer as Johnâs warm hand wraps around his length, his thumb teasing Kyleâs leaking slit. Kyle sighs softly, his cock sensitive from the intense fucking it had just experienced. Heâs gone for longer, but it hadnât been like this. You squeezing around him, tightening like a vice as you came, sucking him in as your body searched for a knot.Â
John begins to move his hand, pumping Kyleâs cock. He wonât last much longer, nearly burning with overstimulation and sensitivity.Â
âFuck, fuck.â He curses softly, eyes squeezing closed as his balls tighten, the wet thwack of his cock filling the air. Itâs damp still from your slick and the mixture of his cum and Johnâs.Â
He cums with a moan, spilling on his chest and the bed. Heâs surprised thereâs anything left, a whimper leaving his lips as John continues to move his hand, working him through his orgasm. John squeezes the base of his cock before releasing him, lifting his hand to Kyleâs face. Kyle licks the bit of his cum that leaked onto Johnâs thumb before leaning into his touch.Â
âGood boy.â John praises, his eyes hooded with exhaustion.Â
The base of Kyleâs spine tingles from his alphaâs praise, but he canât even bring himself to think about getting hard again, much less actually doing it.Â
You let out a soft sound, your eyes cracked open as you stare up at Kyle. He meets your gaze, surprised to see you still conscious. Your hand lifts weakly, thumb pressing against Kyleâs lips before it falls back to the bed. âPretty.âÂ
Both Kyle and John chuckle as you drift back out of it, John keeping one arm tucked under you, the other reaching over to pull Kyle closer. He should get up, grab you all electrolyte drinks and nutrition bars but he canât quite get his body to move. Instead he lays there, staring at you both as you drift in and out of sleep during your quick moment of relief and clarity. John is purring quietly, the sound so different to the deep, animalistic growls that had just been rumbling in his chest.Â
Youâll be back at it soon, needy and desperate to fuck like you havenât been for almost two straight days. Thereâs still at least three more days to go, four if youâre unlucky. Then heâll have to worry about things after your heat ends. It had been rough the first time, and he can imagine it will be again, especially with the week you had before your pre-heat started. Heâll call Dr. Keller again after itâs over, let her come and help you, make sure everything is alright. He doubts anything will go wrong, that John would let anything happen to you.Â
âAlphaâs got you.âÂ
The words still ring in his head. The sincerity, the promise in them. He really does have control, he does make sure youâre safe and well cared for, he does catch you when you fall. Not just during your heat, but outside of it. The difference between John and Simon is only getting clearer as you begin to bond with the packâs second alpha.Â
John is the caretaker, the comforter whose strength comes from his heart and his emotional control. The one who can stay calm and lead even in the most dire situations. Heâs seen it in the pack, and heâs seen it out in the field. His dominance is soft and heâs only harsh when the need arises.Â
Simon is the protector. Heâs rough around the edges, a man of action not comforting words. A clear minded leader, but one well versed in raw power and violence. Heâs abrasive and standoffish, yet fiercely protective of those he deems his.Â
They can see it the most now with you. John is the one you turn to when you need comforting words and to be held. Simon is the one who looms like a protective shadow, a silent threat behind you.Â
Yet he can see the softening around Simonâs harsh edges, those walls heâs built up since you arrived crumbling down around the two of you. Itâs not just in his physical acceptance of you, but the mental acceptance of you being a part of the pack, you being a part of him.Â
He hopes Simon does do it. He hopes Simon will claim you someday, let you bring together both halves of the pack completely. He knows Simon wants to. Johnny has talked about the yearning, the stares, the lingering. Youâd let him. You probably want him to yourself. Yet he knows Simon will hold off, torture himself with it until he has no choice but to give in.Â
Itâs a pattern, a fatal flaw of his.Â
It will happen eventually though. They all know it.Â
Itâs quiet. Has been for nearly an hour. Itâs been a while since heâs checked on you both, forcing a nutrient bar into Johnâs hands as Kyle sat by the bed feeding you one. Neither of you had been interested in eating, but had begrudgingly chewed the indistinguishable dried mush of nutrient-rich foods shaped into a bar. Kyle had tried a bite of one just to see what it was like.Â
It wasnât good.Â
He had taken it as a sign the end was near. The thumping of the bed against the wall had slowed, losing the ferocity with which it had steadily thump-thump-thumped against the wall for the last five days. Even the moans and groans and growls have quieted, and the breaks between rounds have gotten longer and longer.Â
He gets off his cot, padding silently to the door. He opens it, slipping in before closing it quietly. You and John are cuddled together on the bed. Youâre shivering, the blanket heâd folded and draped over the footboard five days ago is draped over you both.Â
Kyle steps up to the bed, Johnâs eyes opening. He looks tired, eyes slightly red and bags hanging heavy under them. You both have to be exhausted, physically and mentally. He presses his hand to your forehead, a soft whine leaving your lips. John gently shushes you, tightening his hold around you. Your temperature is considerably lower than it has been, even a few hours ago. Kyle lifts the blanket for a moment, checking the two of you. Johnâs knot has deflated and the only thing still leaking out of you is a mixture of leftover slick and Johnâs cum.Â
âIâll go start the bath.â Kyle says, letting the blanket drape over you again.Â
He heads into your bathroom, starting the water in the tub. He waits until it gets warm before putting the stopper in, letting it fill. He opens the cabinet under the sink, pulling out the epsom salt Dr. Keller recommended to help with the soreness. Heâs used it himself, the few times heâs had a bath in the last few years, mostly after missions when heâs been particularly sore, bruised and aching after taking a beating physically and mentally. Heâd used lavender scented salts to try and calm his mind, but heâd chosen to go with unscented for your heat, knowing the added scent may confuse you. Youâll need your alphaâs scent close to ground you in the disoriented state youâll be in for the next couple hours.Â
He pours some salt into the bath, stirring it with his hand until itâs dissolved. He seals the bag, slipping it back in the cupboard before pushing himself to stand. He heads back into your room, pulling the blanket back again before helping John off the bed. They try not to disturb you too much, John flinching at the whine you let out as his warmth disappears. Kyle knows he doesn't want to leave you, but you both need the bath to help with the sore muscles and keep them from locking up after so long. You also need it to help with the sudden drop in your temperature.Â
Kyle eases John into the warm water, helping him sit in the tub. He wishes it was a bigger tub as his alphaâs long legs bend at the knees, unable to stretch out completely. Theyâll want a longer, deeper tub in the seaside cottage youâve dreamed of. Maybe one with jacuzzi jets. Kyle turns off the water, John leaning back against the tile wall, his eyes half closed.Â
Kyle pushes himself up to stand after a moment, heading back to the bed to get you. Youâre shivering, letting out quiet whines as you search out your alpha in your confusion and disorientation.Â
âI know, I know.â He tries to soothe you, projecting his beta scent into the air. It wonât be enough, but it at least offers up some comfort in your state. You still need your alpha even though your heat is over.Â
He scoops you up, wincing as you whine in pain, but he knows itâs necessary. You need the warm water to help keep you stable, and a moment with your alpha to help get you grounded.Â
He eases you into the tub, Johnâs legs parting to make room for you as Kyle settles you against his chest. Your alpha wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly as you whimper softly. Kyle makes sure the two of you are settled before getting back up, ensuring the towels are ready before heading back into your room.Â
He pulls the sheet off your bed, crusty and still slightly damp from the week of near nonstop fucking. He knows some of those crusty spots are his own cum, yet he still canât quite believe it really happened. Heâs spent the last few days thinking about it, pinching himself to remind himself it wasnât a dream. He really did get to experience some of your heat.Â
He canât get the image of Johnâs knot pressing into you, your puffy, slick pussy spreading wide around it. The way your body shuddered, the relieved moan as you finally got what you wanted, what you needed. It was a beautiful sight, and he wishes he had Johnnyâs talent so he could paint it and keep it forever.Â
He bundles your clothes in the sheet along with the blanket to take them to the wash, cleaning up the wrappers and bottles and adding them to the trash bag heâd started. He pulls the plastic heat protector from the bed, balling it into another trash bag. He packs the bundle of laundry to the laundry room, starting the washer before taking the two bags of trash out and stuffing them in the bin to get picked up later this week. He wouldnât be surprised if one of them goes missing, some young, desperate alpha pulling it out to jerk off to your scent.Â
It makes his nose scrunch up in disgust.Â
He heads back to your room, pulling the clean sheets out of the top of your closet, remaking the bed. He puts your comforter back on the bed, folding your blankets and putting them at the end of the bed. He stacks your pillows and stuffed animals back in place as much as he can remember, though he knows youâll remake your nest later once youâre more aware. Right now itâs important you be surrounded by the comfort of familiar scents.Â
He makes sure everything is as back in place as it can be, pulling a shirt out of your closet for you to change into once youâre out of the bath. Heâs not quite sure whose it is, the only smell coming off it is the scent of laundry detergent. Itâs soft after being washed quite a few times, likely one of the first you got from them, or at least one youâd stolen early on. Youâd cut the tags out, something youâve done with almost all of your clothes. He canât blame you. If he could, he would do the same.Â
He heads back into the bathroom once everything looks as back to normal as it can, kneeling next to the tub.Â
âHow do you feel?â John asks.Â
Kyle nearly laughs at the question. He should be the one asking him that, but of course John would be worried about the rest of his pack before himself. âNot bad.â He answers. âTired, but nothing compared to how you have to be feeling right now.âÂ
John huffs out a laugh, gently stroking your hair as you whimper softly. Heâs taken it out of the braid, managing to untangle it a little. âThis is the hardest part, I think.âÂ
Kyle nods. âI can imagine.â He grabs a washcloth, squirting some of your strawberry scented soap onto it before he begins gently scrubbing your skin, attempting to get some of the dried fluids off.Â
âFucking nonstop for days in a lust induced haze is easy.â John says, shifting you slightly so Kyle can reach more of your skin. âItâs coming down from it, when you start to feel the effects of fucking for days nearly nonstop that it really starts to settle in. The aches, the pains, the exhaustion from almost no sleep, the hunger, the thirst.â He shakes his head. âMaybe Iâm just old.âÂ
Kyle makes a face. âYou are getting up there.âÂ
John gives him a playful glare, shaking his head. His face softens as he looks at Kyle, dutifully cleaning up after their five day instinct-induced haze. âThank you, for earlier. Giving her what she wanted.âÂ
Kyle nods. âOf course. Couldnât turn down a chance to experience it, and I wouldnât want to leave you with an upset omega during her heat.âÂ
John snorts quietly. âI doubt sheâd have been upset for long. Probably doesnât remember most of it.â
Kyle hums, John helping him get you sitting up so he can rinse your back and attempt to get some of the dirt and fluids out of your hair. A part of him knows thatâs true, but a part of him hopes you will remember at least some of it. Heâll never forget it, his mouth watering slightly as the memories of your slick on his tongue, dripping onto his face. John fucking you over him, letting you drip all over him. It may be a bit selfish of him, but he wants to experience that over and over, every time you sit on his face, every time he fucks you, every time John fucks you in front of him.Â
Kyle helps hold you up, wincing at your whines both in pain and from the loss of your alphaâs touch as he scrubs the dried slick off of his skin. The water is murky from the mix of soap, slick, and cum coming off of you both. The water is starting to get cold as he rinses Johnâs hair, making sure to get the soap off of you both.Â
âReady?â He asks, reaching down to pull the plug.Â
âNo.â John says, lips tugging up in a half smile, likely all he can manage in his exhausted state. âBut the bed is more comfortable than the tub.âÂ
Kyle grins at him, slipping his hands under your arms, and with the help of John, he gets you standing. John twitches at your whine of protest, Kyle holding you up as he tries to towel you off as much as he can. The dryer he can get you, the less cold youâll be once youâre back in bed. Youâre still shivering despite the bath, your face pressing against Kyleâs chest in search of any warmth you can get.Â
Kyle scoops you up, carrying you to the bed. You let out a whine as he eases you down onto the edge of the bed, but he shushes you gently, quickly drying your hair as much as he can. He pulls the shirt over your head, pulling your arms though the holes before shifting you to the head of the bed. He pulls the comforter over you, letting you sink into the softness of your stuffed animals before he heads back to the bathroom.Â
John has gotten himself standing, leaning against the wall as he dries himself with the other towel. Kyle drapes one of his arms over his shoulder, helping guide him back to the bed, lowering him onto the edge. He finishes drying John off before he grabs a pair of boxers from your dresser. Heâs not sure whose they are either, but they fit decently enough for now.Â
He helps John under the covers with you, his arms wrapping around you. You immediately gravitate towards him, pressing against his chest. John holds you tightly, shushing your quiet whimpers.Â
âHere.â He passes John an electrolyte drink. âKeep hydrating yourself. Iâll go scrounge up some real food.âÂ
âYouâre a good man, Kyle.â John says. âA good beta.âÂ
âThank you, sir.â Kyle says, looking over the two of you again before leaving the room in search of food.Â
Youâre crying when he returns.Â
Heâs expecting it this time, less shocked by your shuddering breaths and quiet sobs. John has shifted you both, his back against the headboard, your body curled up between his legs. Thereâs a stack of blankets wrapped around you, and one of your stuffed bears clutched tightly against your chest. John is purring softly, the sound vibrating in his chest as he tries to soothe you through the disorientation and sudden drop in hormones as you become more aware.Â
âI let Dr. Keller know.â Kyle says, setting the tray of food down on the nightstand. âSheâll be here soon. Wants to do a quick checkup.â
âFine with me.â John says, shifting you just slightly so he can set the tray in his lap. You let out a whimper at being moved, Johnâs purr intensifying until you settle again. âIâm starving.â He says, picking up the fork.Â
âJohnny went and picked up lunch.â Kyle says, pulling your desk chair over to sit next to the bed.Â
John chews the bite of food in his mouth. âHow are they?âÂ
A smile tugs at Kyleâs lips. âHolding up. Johnnyâs got a noticeable limp to his step.âÂ
John lets out a quiet chuckle. âIâd imagine so. Might have to mark him down as a casualty.âÂ
âI donât think heâd complain.â Kyle says. âI canât imagine any of us will be doing much for the next few days.âÂ
John shakes his head. âDefinitely not. You and Simon are probably in the best shape. Youâll have to hold down the fort.âÂ
âWeâll do our best.â Kyle says.Â
John eats his food eagerly, managing to get a couple bites of potato and some peas into your mouth. Youâre aware enough to chew them a few times, probably not wanting to eat in your current state, but your body knows you need to. Heâs glad omegas have the drive to eat as much as they can before their heats. You might not survive if you didnât. Not on those nutritional bars.Â
Kyle takes the tray once John is finished, setting it on your desk for now. Heâll give it to Johnny to take back when they go for dinner. John adjusts you against his chest again, resting his chin on your head as he goes through his emails and messages. You shift in his arms, pressing your face into his neck, your tears sliding down his skin. He rubs your back, keeping you pinned against him as he quietly purrs, trying to soothe you. It hurts them both that he canât, but Kyle knows itâs a natural response. He doesnât blame you. It must be so jarring not remembering, and all the physical things changing so rapidly, and adding on top of that the pain? Heâd probably cry too.Â
The knock at the door is soft and quiet, yet you still startle at it, jumping slightly in John's arms. He gently shushes you as a whimper chokes out through the tears.Â
Kyle lets Dr. Keller in, closing the door behind her. The soft scent of beta fills the room, Dr. Keller doing her best not to startle you further in your disoriented state. John shifts you slightly so she can see you better. You let out a whine of indignation at being moved, the quiet purr still rumbling in John's chest.Â
Dr. Keller sets her bag on the floor before kneeling next to the bed. âHi honey.â She says, opening up her bag. âStill pretty out of it, huh.âÂ
The tears continue to cascade down your cheeks, your eyes barely open as you stare at her. Youâre still leaning heavily against Johnâs chest, unable to hold yourself up. Dr. Keller brushes the hair away from your face before taking your temperature, holding the digital thermometer up to your forehead.Â
She glances at the screen when it beeps, her brows furrowing just slightly. âA little low,â She says, putting the thermometer back in the bag. âBut not concerning.â
John maneuvers you again, pulling an arm free from the blankets so she can check your blood pressure and pulse.Â
âHow did things go this time?â She asks, placing the blood pressure cuff around your arm.Â
âBetter.â John responds. âSmoother.âÂ
âEasier now that we know what to expect.â Kyle says.Â
âGood.â Dr. Keller says, taking your pulse and blood pressure. âHeart rate and blood pressure are normal.â She puts the monitors back into the bag, pulling out a pill bottle. âMuscle relaxers, same as last time. Her temperature is a little low, but that could just be a response to such a rapid drop in body temperature as well as changes in her hormones. If she starts feeling cold to the touch, or her extremities start turning blue, get her to emergency.â She zips up her bag, pushing herself up to stand. She gives John a pointed look. âTake care of yourself too. I recommend ice packs.âÂ
A smile quirks Johnâs lips, but he doesn't offer any arguments or disagreements. âIâll keep that in mind. Thank you.âÂ
Kyle already knows heâs going to be sent for ice packs soon.Â
Dr. Keller turns to face him, giving him a soft smile. Kyle hasnât had many interactions with your doctor, most of them being during your heat and after. Yet, he canât help but feel comforted by her presence. Maybe itâs her ability to project her scent so much, enough to make even him feel relaxed, or maybe itâs just her calm demeanor, the way she always seems to be so confident and in control.Â
âSame thing as last time. Check for blood, if sheâs still unresponsive or refusing food after a couple of hours, call me.â She says. âYou did a good job, again. You should be proud.âÂ
Kyle smiles. âI am. Thank you, doctor.âÂ
He sees her out of the barracks, standing in the cool air for a moment before he closes the door, heading back to your room.Â
Youâre tucked against Johnâs chest again, curled up as tight as you can. John has shuffled down the headboard a bit, relaxing back against your pillows. Youâre still crying, but itâs been reduced to mostly sniffles. He steps up to the bed, running a hand over your head. He wants to braid your hair again, keep it from tangling but he wouldnât dare move you right now. His hand moves lower, wrapping around Johnâs wrist, his thumb brushing his alphaâs skin for a moment.Â
âYou should go do something.â John says, eyes half closed. âGet out of here and take a break for a bit. Weâll be fine. Going to take a long nap.âÂ
A smile tugs at Kyleâs lips. He loves moments like this, when his Captain, his alpha is sleepy. Heâs softer, the usual sternness that paints his face gone, his shoulders relaxed. Itâs partially due to the pain he has to be in, and the exhaustion after the last five days beginning to hit him now that your heat has passed. Kyle squeezes his wrist for a moment before letting go. Heâs a bit unsure of what he should do, after standing watch and taking care of the two of you for almost a week. It feels strange to leave now, especially with the two of you so vulnerable.Â
Johnâs hand wraps around his wrist before he can move away, and he turns to look back at his alpha. âGrab me an ice pack first.âÂ
Kyleâs lips tug up in a smirk. âOf course, sir.âÂ
He heads to the rec room, pulling one of the larger ice packs out of the freezer before heading back to your room. He doesnât bother closing your door this time, letting the room air out just a bit as he goes to your bathroom. He grabs a hand towel from under your sink before wrapping it around the ice pack. He pushes the cabinet door closed with his foot before heading back into your room.Â
He pulls the stack of blankets and your comforter up just enough to slip it underneath, feeling blindly as he situates it against Johnâs crotch. The alpha lets out a quiet sigh as he settles the ice pack in place, the cold already beginning to sink through the towel.Â
âThank you.â He says to Kyle, eyes half open as he stares up at his beta.Â
âGet some sleep.â Kyle says, tucking the blankets around the both of you before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.Â
He stares at his cot, knowing he should start cleaning up, but heâs tired himself. He feels the urge to lay down again, but instead he heads for the laundry room, switching over the laundry.Â
He stands in the middle of the hallway once heâs done, staring down one side towards the rec room. He could always sprawl out on the couch and turn on some daytime TV show and pass out there. It wouldn't be too terribly uncomfortable compared to the cot heâs spent the last five days on.Â
He turns his head down the other side of the hallway, glancing toward Simonâs office. They have yet to show their faces, not since they left to grab lunch. He wonders if theyâve even returned, or if they chose to stay away for the time being. He chews on his lip for a moment before making his decision, turning down the hallway towards Simonâs office.Â
The scent of alpha is strong down the hallway, the musky scent a relief after the sweet scent thatâs permeated his thoughts. He doesnât mind your scent usually, but after five days of the intoxicating sweetness, he needs a break. He needs something fresher, something...different.Â
He pauses at the door, hesitating for a moment. He could use some company for a while. Heâs been alone with his thoughts far too much. He takes the plunge, knocking on the door. Thereâs no immediate response, which he was expecting.Â
âJust me.â He says, pressing close to the door as he waits.Â
âEnter.â Simonâs gruff voice finally says, Kyle just catching it through the door. He might not have heard it if he hadnât been so close.Â
Kyle turns the knob, opening the door. The scent of sex and the thick musk of alpha hits him like a train as he leans into the office. Simon is seated on the edge of one of the cots, mask off and pants flung onto the floor by his desk. Johnny is on his knees between Simonâs legs, a distinct choking sound coming from his throat.Â
Simon releases Johnnyâs head, letting him pull back from his alphaâs cock. He takes in deep gulps of air, his hand still wrapped around Simonâs hard length. Kyle leans against the doorway, crossing his arms with a knowing smirk.Â
âTheyâre done and cleared, whenever youâre ready.â He tells them.Â
Simon grips Johnnyâs mohawk, still looking at Kyle as he pushes Johnnyâs head towards his cock again. âWeâre not quite done here yet.âÂ
âLooks that way.â Kyle says, and he canât help the stirring in his pants as Johnny takes Simon back into his mouth.Â
A smirk tugs at Simonâs lips as he stares at the other beta. âWant to lend a helping hand? Give poor Johnny a break?âÂ
Kyleâs throat goes dry at the idea, his eyes flickering to where Johnny has Simon in the back of his throat, lips wide around the alphaâs thick cock. Kyle canât help but wonder how many times heâs been in that position over the last few days. Johnny lets out a whine as Simon pushes him deeper, his nose almost pressed against the light hair at the base of Simonâs cock.Â
âFuck.â Kyle groans, closing the door behind him.Â
Simon wraps his fingers around Kyleâs arm as soon as heâs close, yanking him down so hard Kyle almost falls against him. Kyle has a clear view of Johnny sucking on his alphaâs cock, bobbing his head on the massive length from this angle. Simonâs hand is tight around his forearm, holding him still as he presses his nose against Kyleâs throat. A deep growl rumbles in his chest, his teeth nipping at Kyleâs skin.Â
Of course. Kyle hadnât showered or changed clothes after he left your room.Â
He smells like you.Â
Simonâs hips buck up, Johnny letting out a strangled gag before he pulls back off of Simonâs cock.Â
âFucking christ.â Johnny chokes out, coughing after getting hit in the back of the throat by Simonâs cock. âGonnae kill me.âÂ
Simon doesnât pay him any mind, his tongue too busy trailing Kyleâs throat, as if he could lick every inch of your scent from his skin. Thereâs a low rumbling vibrating in Simonâs chest, his grip tight around Kyleâs arm.Â
Kyleâs own cock is throbbing, almost as much as it had upon seeing slick drip out of your pussy. Simon lets out a growl before releasing Kyleâs arm, gripping him around the back of his neck. Kyle lets out a quiet moan as Simon forces him down on his knees next to Johnny. The alpha stands from the cot, towering over them as his hard cock nearly throbs in their faces.Â
He stares down at them, his eyes dark with lust. Itâs not unlike how Johnâs eyes had looked when he was lost to his rut.Â
âSuch pretty boys.â Simon rasps, running a hand over each of their heads.Â
Johnny purrs, leaning into his touch. Kyle feels the beginnings of a purr rising in his chest, his beta pleased by the large alphaâs praise.Â
Kyle turns to face Johnny, gripping his fellow betaâs chin. He turns Johnny to look at him, that gleam in his eyes and stupid grin he gets when heâs subby on his face. Kyle leans forward, licking Johnnyâs lips, silently conveying what he wants. Johnny responds immediately, opening his mouth to Kyle. Kyle drags his tongue along Johnnyâs, tasting the familiar muskiness of Simonâs cum.Â
Theyâve been at this for a while.Â
Johnny moans needily, his lips closing around Kyleâs tongue, sucking it into his mouth. Kyle groans, pressing his lips to Johnnyâs, kissing him deeply.Â
âFucking hell.â Simon groans, fisting his throbbing cock as he stares down at the two betas making out in front of him.Â
Drool drips down their chins, Kyleâs mind flashing back to the drool that had dripped out of your mouth, pooling on his chest. His cock throbs and he presses closer to Johnny, holding his face still as he licks the spit from Johnnyâs skin.Â
Simon groans, watching them. âIf you two donât get back to what youâre supposed to be doing...âÂ
Johnny grins playfully, both of them turning to face Simon with shiny faces. Simonâs cock is hard and angry looking as he holds it out for them, waiting patiently. Kyle slides his hand down Simonâs cock, replacing the alphaâs hand as he grips the base. Johnny and Kyle both lean forward, dragging their tongues down the sides of Simonâs cock, tracing the veins popping out. Simon groans as they work their way back towards his head, their tongues meeting at the tip. Their tongues swirl over the engorged head, flicking along his slit to gather the precum dripping from the tip of his cock.Â
They pull away for a moment, Johnny licking the fluid from Kyleâs mouth before they kiss again, Kyleâs hand pumping Simonâs length. Kyleâs free hand sinks into Johnnyâs mohawk, tugging him away from his lips. His hand is still pumping Simonâs cock as he guides Johnny back towards his alpha, Johnnyâs mouth opening eagerly. Kyle guides Simonâs thick length into Johnnyâs mouth again, using his grip on Johnnyâs hair to move him along Simonâs cock.Â
Johnny takes more and more of Simon into his mouth, choking slightly as Simonâs head pushes against his tongue. His throat has to be sore after this last week, but not nearly as much as his poor ass. Kyle pushes Johnny all the way onto Simonâs cock, the betaâs nose pressing into the hair around Simonâs cock. Johnny gags, his hands pressing against Simonâs thick thighs before Kyle pulls him off his alphaâs cock.Â
Kyle quickly replaces him, licking Johnnyâs saliva off the thick length before taking Simonâs cock into his mouth. He relaxes his throat, bobbing his head lower and lower on Simonâs cock. Heâs always impressed by the alphaâs size, his own cock throbbing at the memory of Johnâs cock, the knot pressing right against his rim.Â
Simonâs knot must be damn near colossal.Â
Kyle presses down until he can feel it, Simonâs cock pushing on the back of his tongue. He pulls off of Simonâs cock, pumping the length for a moment as he breathes. Johnny takes his place again, sucking on Simonâs tip as Kyle cups Simonâs balls in his hand. Simon groans, a growl still rumbling in his chest as your scent still lingers in the air.Â
âGonna cum for us, alpha?â Kyle says, squeezing Simonâs balls gently.Â
âFuck...â Simon groans, the word long and drawn out.Â
Kyle and Johnny switch places, Johnny fondling Simonâs balls as Kyle takes Simonâs cock in his mouth again. Simon reaches down, cupping the back of Kyleâs head as he begins to thrust into his mouth, the tangy precum dripping onto Kyleâs tongue telling him everything he needs to know. The alpha is close, his thick length twitching against Kyleâs tongue. Johnny massages Simonâs balls, holding onto them as Simon continues to fuck Kyleâs mouth, the beta suctioning around the alpha as best he can.Â
Simon pulls out of Kyleâs mouth, pumping his cock rapidly as he cums, his seed spurting out and landing on Kyle and Johnnyâs faces. Kyle licks the salty cum from his lips, wiping the bits from his face with his fingers before sucking them into his mouth. He leans over, dragging his tongue over Johnnyâs skin, gathering the rest of Simonâs cum.Â
Simon is breathing heavily as he watches Kyle lick Johnny clean before they kiss again, passing Simonâs cum back and forth on their tongues. Simon moans, squeezing around the base of his cock, trying to keep himself from getting hard again as he watches the two betas.Â
âScreaminâ Jesus.â Johnny groans as Kyle licks his lips one last time before swallowing down Simonâs cum. âNever gonnae tire of that.âÂ
âSuch a good boy.â Simon praises, running a hand over Kyleâs head. âA reward for taking such good care of our alpha and omega.âÂ
Kyle grins, practically preening from the alphaâs praise.Â
They have no idea.Â
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JADEEEE i'd love to see an interaction between hotch and teacher!reader outside of school? maybe jack sees her first and step away from hotch for a moment to say hi, hotch gets scared when he realizes jack left but reader comes with him just a moment later because she's panicking too like 'why are you alone? where's your dad?' and jack takes her to him. is that ok??? i hope so! love you <3333
I love you ty for your request! âHotch flirts with Jackâs favourite teacher, because heâs never as subtle as he should be. fem, 2k
Jack reads a couple of books a week now his dad is home more often. His mom used to read to him some because he loves them, but she preferred to tell her own on the fly. His dad isnât as good a story teller, and when he does try the stories donât end up very happy, so they read. Sometimes two or three books a night if they're short ones.Â
With Jackâs library card they can borrow ten books. With his dadâs, another ten. Twenty altogether, enough to last the month if theyâre careful or if dad gets called away a lot, which he usually does.Â
âCan I look for Super Pup?â Jack asks his dad.Â
Aaron sits on a chair a little too small for him in the kids section. âWhat?â he asks, looking up from the back of the large picture book Jackâs just handed him.Â
âSuper Pup?âÂ
âIâll help, buddy.â Hotch looks like heâs going to stand, then hesitates. âIn a second. Donât go where I canât see you, Jackers.âÂ
Hotch is tired. He didnât come home until very late, but heâd woken Aunt Jess anyway and, when Jack woke, there his dad was sleeping in the beanbag by his bed. Heâs sore all over now and exhausted from a restless night. Jack feels sorry, as much as he can for being six nearly seven, but he also knows that his dad doesnât mind the hurting. It was nice to wake up together after a few days apart.Â
And now heâs brought him to the library, and after that theyâll go for groceries. Jack should be quick. If they get home before dinner time his dad will ask him if he wants to nap together, which is the best. They just lay there in the big bed with the fan on and snooze until itâs too late to cook, so his dad breaks out the takeout menus, and promises he wonât do it again with a quick hug from behind.Â
As though it makes him a terrible parent for feeding his kid. Jack canât know how guilty it makes Hotch feel to do it, and Hotch doesnât seem to notice how much Jack loves these days where his dad is exhausted and totally his.Â
Jack runs around looking for Super Pup. Hotchâs phone beeps in his pocket, and he fights to keep his eyes open.
A ways away, you browse the fiction section in a crouch, knees somehow totally under your skirt, flicking aside spines of skinny books for something you can read at lunch time. Something that doesnât require much attention, and could be read in short intervals. You used to demand a half hour to yourself when you first started teaching, but that was before the lonely kids started cropping up. Kids with no friends, or sad smiles, who want company and quiet alike.Â
You reach for a pink-spined Japanese translation as a little hand pats your elbow. Youâre so used to kids you say, âWhatâs up?â before you remember you arenât at work.Â
You turn in your crouch to look behind you. âOh, hi, Jack! What are you doing here?âÂ
âMe and dad are looking for books.âÂ
You smile at him genuinely, happy to see your favourite student, even if youâre terrified on the inside at the prospect of his father. Heâs the most gentlemanly man youâve ever met. Heâs arduous in how respectful he is, heâs understanding, and heâs tall, dark, and handsome. It is a chilling collection of traits. You stumble whenever you have to talk to him.Â
But Jack is easy. You and Jack talk every day. âWhat sorts of books? Just for fun?âÂ
âI want to read Super Pup.âÂ
The kids love Super Pup and his magic bark. You stand promptly, suddenly much taller than Jack as you brush down your skirt. âWait,â you say. Mr. Hotchner gets called away for work all the time, but he wouldnât leave Jack alone, would he? âWhereâs your dad? Youâre not by yourself, are you?âÂ
Jack laughs. âNo! Iâm looking for Super Pup! Dadâs tired.âÂ
You canât decipher exactly what those two things have to do with each other, but you can guess how panicked his dad will be to find Jack so far from the kidâs section. Fiction is the other side of the library. âHow did you end up over here?â You offer your hand. âShould we go back and find your dad?âÂ
âI saw your skirt, Miss L/N. I like the flowers.â
He takes your hand, clumsy to your gentleness. âThanks, honey. Letâs go find dad before he calls his scary friends and has your name on the news.âÂ
You get to the kids section slowly. Endearingly so, but nerve-wracking, too, because Mr. Hotchner can be intimidating. Jack likes holding your hand, you think, clinging to your fingers as he guides you across the library, past the staircase down to the first floor, and back to the kids section.Â
âJack?â Mr. Hotchner asks loudly, turned away from you both near the graphic novel selection. âJack.âÂ
âMr. Hotchner,â you say.Â
âDad!âÂ
He spins on his heel. His shoulders relax noticeably, but the stress in his gaze remains.Â
âJack, I said stay where I can see you,â he says, not half as scolding as he could be as Jack lets go of your hand and runs to his legs, where he stops. âPlease, buddy. You gotta listen to me.âÂ
Jack turns between you and his dad with a smile, âBut look, itâs Miss L/N.âÂ
âI can see,â he says softly.Â
Mr. Hotchner leans down, taking Jack up into his arms with impressive ease, and begins the walk to you where youâve stayed.Â
âI hope he didnât interrupt you,â he says.Â
âPlease,â you say, âheâs my favourite. Justââ You wince. âDonât tell anybody at school I said that, Jack. Please.âÂ
âI think we can keep this secret,â Mr. Hotchner says.Â
âHe was just telling me that youâre looking for Super Pup. If you donât find it, we have copies at the school library. And we can always order you one.âÂ
Mr. Hotchner gives you a small, and what you know to be rare, smile. âI donât think he even looked.âÂ
âI did look!â Jack disagrees, though his disagreement barely has any attitude to it, a credit to his upbringing.Â
âYou clearly werenât looking in the right place.âÂ
âI was too. How would you know, you were sleeping!âÂ
âI wasnât sleeping,â Mr. Hotchner says to you.Â
You tuck your hands behind your back. âItâs okay, Mr. Hotchner, I believe you. In my classroom we like to say weâre resting our eyes.âÂ
âAaron,â he says, as he says whenever you speak to each other, and as you always forget to call him. Not a demand but a suggestion youâd swear to be bordering affectionate.Â
Youâve been Jackâs teacher for two months this year, and almost the entire year previously. In the summer when they leave, youâll find out if youâre moving up a grade with him, but until then, youâve made the most of such a nice kid, and you arenât shy to tell that to Aaron. You donât mind that Jack spends his lunch time with you. He embodies all of the reasons that pushed you to become a teacher in the first place.Â
And his father is a good reason to stay. Heâs one of the only nice (hot) dads.Â
You do worry often that he can read your expression. His lips have quirked into a bemused smile, whatâs so funny? Heâs terrifying.Â
âAaron,â you rush to say, and fill the silence youâve made, âItâs nice to see you.âÂ
âItâs nice to see you, too. Youâll see me on Monday, so youâll be sick of me by Tuesday.âÂ
You rock ever so gently on your heels. âYou arenât working.âÂ
âItâs Jackâs birthday.âÂ
You nod, pleased. âI know! I know, we already talked about what cupcakes he wants, didnât we? Everybodyâs gonna have rainbow sprinkle, and for a treat weâre going to watch a movie before lunch.âÂ
âDo you do that for every kid?âÂ
âI do.âÂ
âHow do you afford it?â He lowers his gaze. âI just mean, itâs expensive to do that for every birthday.âÂ
âLuckily for me and unluckily for the kids, quite a few of them have birthdays outside of term time. Thirty students is three trays of ten, and that doesnât usually break the bank, even if things get tight. But⊠I donât know, I guess I just have to make room when it does. Itâs special to feel special, and,â âyou smile, exuberant and a little shy at once, clutching your elbow in your handâ âJack always makes everybody else feel special. âÂ
The boy in question turns into his fathers chest, pleased beyond words.Â
Aaron gives you a long, long look. âThank you,â he says.Â
âOh, youâre welcome.âÂ
You say goodbye to Aaron and Jack and wish them both a good weekend, which you spend wondering what the pressure of Aaronâs hand would be like on your shoulder, and if you should be ashamed of yourself for thinking about it at all. He seems like heâd give a good hug. You catch yourself picturing him opening a door and ban yourself from thinking of him at all.Â
Monday morning, you stand at the door ushering your students inside, and you canât help beaming when Jack and Aaron arrive.Â
âAw, Jack, whereâs your birthday badge?â you ask, fall air nipping your nose.Â
âHe was feeling too shy,â Aaron says. Heâs in casual dress again. Some men should be banned from half-zips, itâs inhumane.Â
âYou were?â You bend just a bit, hand in your pocket. âWell, I thought you might be, so I brought my badge from home. Itâs super shiny, bud. What do you think?âÂ
You show Jack the badge, Itâs My Birthday in silver against a rainbow backdrop.Â
Maybe it was silly to bring, but you had a feeling he wouldnât want to wear one, and maybe he should. He deserves for all his friends to give him some attention, and to have them fight over who gets to sit with him at lunch.Â
âWe have something for you,â Jack says.Â
You stand straight. âYou do?âÂ
Aaron hadnât been expecting to be the one to give it to you, that much is obvious. He hesitates for a second before he passes you a small brown box, the top of which is made up of four leaves folded into a dome. You have an inkling of what it might me.Â
âThank you⊠Can I open it now?â you ask.Â
âI think you should wait for lunch,â Aaron says.Â
You raise your eyebrows but abide by his suggestion, murmuring another thank you as Aaron bends to give Jack a hug. âHave a good day. Iâll be here to pick you up, I promise,â he says.
Itâs a great day. The kids are excited for cupcakes and overjoyed to get them before lunch. Not a crumb goes uneaten, and as they all sing for Jack with his borrowed badge, heâs actually happy for the attention. He doesnât eat with you at lunch, which is a great thing even if you love his company.Â
Alone, you fold back the leaves of your mysterious box and smile like an idiot when you confirm whatâs inside. A cupcake slightly more sophisticated than rainbow sprinkle spreads icing across the brown carrier, and a business card leans against the other side.Â
The front of the card is as youâd expected it to be spelling out Aaronâs contact details from work, and you combust thinking he wants you to call him, but itâs the back that youâd been meant to see. You read it as you fold down the leaves of the cupcake carrier,Â
Thirty students, three trays of ten. What does that leave for you? âAaron.Â
Flirt, you think firmly, happily. Heâs such a flirt.Â
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featherman seeker
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had to get some food so thsi si late... i lterally gluedm yself to my chair to finish this LMAOAO
all of the not-dialogue is just straight up lines frm featherman seeker LMAOOO just rearranged
this takes place during 3rd semester (see: infiltration log on wall on 4th page, also their winter clothes strewn around akira's room) after drawing it i was rereading like oh u cld prob see this as like post-third semester but nah i intended it to be such BECAUSE
i rock w the canon that sumire has no clue abt akechi's past and black mask and the mental shutdowns and shido and the engine room she doesnt know hes supposed to be dead, that he sacrificed himself, etc. so ofc shes going thru the game like yayyy featherman yay and her sort of naivete Gets thru to goro. i imagine this is like idk a game he played in childhood bc he was a featherman fan but now revisiting it bc sumire wanted to try it, hes like. damn. this kinda. uh. well thats crazy how things line up. so i think it kinda grates at him but sumi's excitement and like. enjoyment! of it kinda helps him also enjoy it more
SO LIKE He knows he's going to die. He knows thats how grey pigeon's story ends. but he's happy here, and now, with the people he loves, so that makes it All right for now. it's a sad story but it's the good ending.
also i forgor how/where/when goro exactly Actualizes back into existence but can u imagine if he spawned right into the winter wonderland of shibuya square like (head in hands) smth so like. isolating abt it. in a crowd of ppl being excited over christmas and hes like what the hell im supposed to be Dead right now.
also "you are not alone" in the first panels very important..... right under hte panel w goro and sumi side by side :') yea
ryuji and ann holding akira back. YEA.
i really like the 3rd slide. the colors mmmm BUT YEAH so its goro/akira fighting/saving sumire, hanging out at jazz jin, last stand against adam kadmon, then goro holding sumi and akira's hands in the snow, then them smiling :') kinda like a procession of memories, or to-be memories or whatever
ANYWAY this is also like part of my whatever canon divergence where the royal trio section of 3rd sem is just longer for no reason . (aka: the thieves take longer to win over to their side, idk maruki gives u a longer time on the deal, etc etcetc.) just more royal trio time :3
sumibun akimeow and gorodog in 4th img... hidden.... also tennis rackets. ALSO THE LITTLE POLAROIDS Important. and all their clothes! i imagine they stay over at leblanc A Lot. akira prob convinces sojiro to Keep morgana at his house LOL and he handles the business and stuff just so they can have their safe haven while they struggle to try and win the thieves back and infiltrate the palace etc . (I kinda have a comic or something in the works for this)
more abt dialogue choices
"it's tough for a tutorial stage" - this means smth. i didnt think this thru 100% ASKJDHASDKJA but its to do w akechi's life and how everything was so fucking difficult for him as a kid when it shouldnt have been.
"is the second phase giving you trouble" - also smth to do w akechi. (As u can see these are all half baked metaphors) smth to do w his 'second life" aka: third semester being Difficult. because now he has sumire and akira and he doesn't want to leave them, so dying the 2nd time is gonna suck real bad.
i like shuakesumi btw
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I think one of the many things wrong with Jinx this season is how like, half of her personality was cut off and thrown out.
Like her reaction to grief. We see her suicidal after Silcoâs death and sheâll be again very suicidal after Ishaâs death. Makes sense. Donât have notes on that part. However I have so much notes on her rage. In s1 we see Powder sometimes responding to bad situation by being shy and sad, but sometimes she reacts in a more adversarial way, like complaining they should try fighting Piltover or trying to stand up to Mylo. But we also get these moments like when sheâs left behind and has an absolute meltdown and starts wrecking shit but more importantly her reaction to Silco. He says theyâll show them all and she throws the audience the most rage fueled look youâve ever seen. When really pushed beyond her limits this is Powderâs emotional reaction to tragedy/being wronged. We see that all throughout acts II and III and we see it when she blows up the council after Silco dies. And thatâs the problem cos thatâs the part thatâs missing from s2. They cut her personality in half and only kept one half. Anger as part of her personality and reaction to grief was discarded when writing her in s2. Even tho she goes through a lot of grieving in s2.
Another example is Isha. Jinx prioritizing family and just chilling? Wanting affectionate interactions with family? Having an easier relationship with a younger family member cos there arenât any expectations or need to prove anything or gain anyoneâs attention? No fear of abandonment/betrayal? She just has this kid who hero worships her and follows her around like a puppy so no stress? No notes. However I have a lot of notes about Jinxâs paranoia and how not normal and possessive and toxic she is about relationships. And I have notes on the generational trauma. Where did all that go? Thatâs not how ppl work. Living in a messed up society and Silcoâs parenting wonât just evaporate like that cos Isha is just so overwhelmingly cute. Itâs more likely that Jinx would corrupt the kid. (which you could argue on paper she does cos the kid in the end thought that suicide was dope but why did the narrative frame it as this beautiful thing lol)
And on the topic of fighting Piltover where did âwe beat the enforcers with just the four of us imagine what the whole Lanes could doâ go? Jinx definitely prioritized family more but she wasnât neutral or indifferent on the Piltover matter. The enforcers wrong her/hurt her/threaten her family yet again, they kidnapped Isha, and she just acts panicked and sad, but also jokes and quips while on the mission. Whereâs the rage and hatred and desire for revenge on the ppl who wronged her? Sometimes itâs just ppl around her being mean or lying or smth, anyone could be her enemy, like Sevika, Silco or Vi, but a lot of the time itâs Piltover, they killed her parents, they were her fathersâ enemies and drove them to hate each other, they chased them as kids and tried to arrest them, they kidnapped and abused Vi in prison all her adolescence, they would have killed Vi so she blew up the whole blockade, Council tried to turn Silco against her and now heâs dead so she bombs them, all her life she can see that the quality of their life is bad bcos of Piltover, sheâs in Jayceâs apartment and immediately goes for the sandwich. Jinx doesnât come off as a very politically/ideologically motivated character but what happened to all her personal beef with Piltover?
They also inexplicably just ceased to write her fucking up all the time. what about her yâknow, being a jinx? In s1 even in acts II and III when she is proficient in fighting and bomb-making they still constantly show her being more of a burden and fucking up in other ways. While never explained (which was good) to me it came off as a symptom of trauma and being neurodivergent, like how ADHD kids canât escape the allegations that theyâre lazy, but on a meta level it did make it feel like she was supernaturally cursed. Part of what felt so profound and empowering about s1 finale and her embracing being jinx it that it was her embracing that sheâs different (and âwrongâ in some ways) and can never live a happy life in the society she lives in and so she lashes out. Now she just chills and nothing ever doesnât go her way (ig until Isha died but that wasnât even directly her fault, Isha just acted on her own choice and agency). Suddenly her mental issues donât exist or get in the way of her socializing and being a part of society. This bigoted, violent and unfair society.
Donât even get me started on her mannerisms. Remember how she would bite her lip? Iâm not sure if she does that even once in s2. âSister, thought I missed herâ??? let Jinx rhyme sometimes and in general say weird shit, not one-liners.
So the only way for the writers to have Jinx do nothing, heal up completely and just chill with a kid in her lair (and really everything else she does (or doesnât do) this season) is to get rid of half of her personality, the traits that would dictate she take action and feel wrath and lash out/hurt her loved ones in the process.
All of her tragic traits from s1 that made her Jinx were just erased, not changed throughout the course of an arc, absent from the get go, so that they can have her say that Jinx is dead and have it make sense in the context of s2 cos from her very first appearance is s2 this Jinx was devoid of pretty much all of her jinx-y character traits from s1.
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After the Russians, Steve learns three important things about himself:
Robin is the best friend he's ever had; the uncontested other half of his heart. His soulmate, the platonic love of his life, his missing puzzle piece.
He's not in love with Nancy anymore. It's really saying something that hearing those words come out of his mouth is the shock of his life. Once the drugs wear off, though, he realizes they were absolutely true. A surprising win for the Russian truth serum
Her bathroom confession...he sits with it for days. Not--not because she's a lesbian, of course not, but because. Well, Robin knows herself in a way he's never allowed himself to. And he thinks that maybe maybe he likes boys in the same way. That he always has, but never let himself acknowledge it, the way his eyes wanted to catch in the locker room, the drunken, fumbling touches between him and Tommy.
The last one...he's not sure, is the thing. How can he be sure? Like, in his mind, his imagination, he's very into it, but what if it's different in real life? And how can he even find out? He tells, Robin, of course he does, and they go to Indy, right, to a bookstore and she throws a few zines at him and he sneaks some porn (he's definitely into the porn), but that's not--it's not practical experience. And he's not ready to go to one of the bars, for sure, so he doesn't--like what's he supposed to do?
It's around this time in his bisexual spiral that the kids start hanging out with Eddie Munson, that he starts thinking about Eddie Munson. He always noticed the long, dark curls and the bright, brown eyes; the slender cut of his waist; the wry slant of his mouth as he shouted insults at the jocks; the glinting silver of the rings on his fingers--fingers that were long and callused, fingers that could grip around Steve's--
Nope, he's not going there. Even though, a little voice in his head says, he cares for Steve's kids and maybe he's not good at school but he's smart and he's also so pretty, with his pale skin and his big eyes--
No. He doesn't have a crush on Eddie Munson. Absolutely not.
And when he picks up the kids from their little dnd club and sees Munson standing against his van, he doesn't feel an electric zing in his chest, the first stirring of butterflies in his stomach; that would be crazy. They hardly know each other. It goes like this every time, and he's almost able to believe he doesn't care.
Until Eddie trips over the threshold of Family Video, stumbling on an untied bootlace and gangling his way through the front doors. The clatter catches both Robin and Steve's attention.
"Welcome to Family Video," Robin says. Steve stares.
"Uhh." Eddie's eyes flit between them, his face getting redder by the second.
Fuck, he's so cute and Steve's saying--without thinking about it, he's saying--"let me help you find a movie, man."
"Yea--sure, yeah." Eddie's hands are stuffed in the tight pocket of his jeans.
Steve takes a few steps down the closest aisle. "So, what--uh, what are you looking for?"
"Horror? Nothing in particular."
They make their way to the horror section, and it's like some insane, deeply horny demon takes over. He starts grabbing movies off the shelf, no rhyme or reason, doesn't even know what most of them are.
Eddie's staring at him with wide eyes and a raised eyebrow, and Steve just keeps grabbing tapes, is sort of doing a running commentary on titles and tag lines, and he can't stop, why can't he stop? it's like smoke is coming out of his ears. Robin is watching him from the counter with her mouth hanging open, gummy worm dangling down her chin.
"You know," Eddie grabs something from the shelf, "I think I'll just do Friday the 13th again. Can't go wrong."
And he leaves Steve standing there with half the horror section collected in his arms. He stays there while Eddie pays, face burning. It's been--well, a really long time since he's struck out so hard, and he wasn't even really trying.
As Eddie's walking out the door, his sad pile of movies shifts, then tumbles to the floor.
"You have a crush on Eddie Munson." Robin accuses.
"No!" He ducks down to collect the tapes, hoping to hide the crimson of his face.
"You do." She points an accusatory finger in his direction. "I haven't seen you this pathetic since Scoops."
"It's nothing."
"You know," she crouches down with him, "you could just, like. Try to hang out with him."
"After that? Are you kidding? I'm surprised you don't already have a new You Rule/You Suck board going."
"Oh, I do, it's up front." She jumps to her feet. "But still. You should try. And you have an easy in with the kids."
He glares at her in response, starts re-shelving all the dumb movies, and then they get busy, so the topic is dropped. He thinks about it thought. He thinks about it and he--
Instead of waiting in the car for the kids to get done at Hellfire the next time, he goes in.
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The Maid
Socialite!Wanda Maximoff x Beefy!Rich!Reader*
Maid!Natasha Romanoff x Beefy!Rich!Reader*
18+ only, read at your own risk
Word count: 4663
Summary: You are married to a wealthy socialite, but your newly hired housemaid doesnât approve of the marriage.
AN: I was reading a book series and got this idea. Enjoy!
*Reader has a penis, no pronouns used.
âI still donât think itâs a good idea,â you say, poking at the sad bowl of cereal before you.
âWhy not?â Your wife frowns at you from across the kitchen.
âBecause weâre doing fine! We donât need any extra help,â you emphasize.
âYouâre not the one stuck at home all day cleaning the house and cooking all the meals,â she snaps. Your eyes shift to the bowl of cereal youâd had to make yourself because she was too busy at her pilates class to cook you anything more substantial.Â
âThis house is huge compared to our old one,â your wife continues. âAnd if youâre not going to help me around here, Iâm going to hire someone who will.â Annoyance burns in your chest because you run your own company full-time, and your wife inherited all her wealth from her parents and hadnât worked a real job in her entire life. âBesides, Steveâs the one who recommended her and he said sheâs been really helpful to his family.â
âYou seem to spend a lot of time talking to Steve,â you note, although you feel guilty for calling out your neighbor across the street. Youâd spoken to him a few times and he seemed like a decent guy, but you werenât stupid enough to not notice how often your wife would find her way over to his lawn multiple times a week.
âYouâre at work all day and donât answer your phone half the time,â she says. âYou donât expect me to stay in this gigantic house all by myself doing chores, do you? Iâm not a house servant, Y/N.â
âNo, of course youâre not,â you apologize. You glance at the Omega watch that had been an engagement gift from your wife. âHey, I have to get going to work now.â Dutifully, you bring your bowl over to the sink and stop to kiss your wife on the way there. âIâll see you later, honey.â
âRemember, the pool guy is coming at noon so you need to be back before then,â she says. âI donât want to be left by myself with him.â
âOkay, Iâll try.â Youâre not sure why sheâs so nervous around the pool technician; he was about 30 years older than the both of you and had been very sweet and professional when he came to give you a quote for the maintenance. Â
âNo, donât try. Do it,â she insists.
You try to hold in your sigh. âYes, dear.â
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Natasha curses to herself as she drags her vacuum cleaner and basket of cleaning supplies up the sidewalk to your home. Your wifeâMrs. L/N, as she had asked Natasha to call her, while you had no problem being on a first name basis with herâhad told Natasha she didnât want her parking in front of your house, requiring her to park around the corner. Which wouldnât have been a significant issue except it meant Natasha had to lug everything to your house every time she stopped by.
âDo you need any help, Nat?â Steve Rogers, the friendly neighbor whom she also worked for, waved at her from across the street.
âNo, no, Iâm fine!â she squeaks, not wanting to bother him. But Steve, ever the gentleman, runs over anyway and she has no choice but to turn over her supplies to him.Â
âYou know, you can always just park in front of my house,â he offers, bundling the items in his muscular arms.
âThatâs okay,â Natasha says. âMrs. L/N made it very clear that as much as she needs my help, she doesnât want people to know Iâm here.â
Steve doesnât argue with her and walks her to your front door. âWell, if you ever need anythingââ
âNatasha! Youâre late!â The front door swings open and Natasha finds herself face-to-face with your wife. âOh, hello, Steven.â She flips her hair over her shoulder and bats her eyelashes at him. âDidnât expect to see you here.âÂ
âI was just helping Natasha with her things,â Steve explains.
âOh, donât worry about her. She can handle herself. Right, Natasha?â She turns a judgmental eye on Natasha.
âI appreciate the help, Steve,â is all Natasha says.
âYouâre welcome. See you both later!â He quickly jogs back to his home.Â
Mrs. L/N ushers Natasha into the house. âI left a grocery list on the kitchen counter for you. If you canât find something, please call me before you pick any substitutions,â she instructs briskly. âI have to go out to the HOA meeting, but Y/N should be home by noon before the pool man comes. Do not let him into the yard if Y/N or me are not home yet, understand?â
âYes, maâam.â Natasha nods her head, fighting the urge not to roll her eyes at this lady.
âGood.â She leaves towards the garage and Natasha can hear the purr of her Mercedes starting up.
It was Natashaâs second week working for your family, and she hated nearly every second of itâmostly because of your spoiled, bratty wife. But the few times Natasha had met you, she thought you were as kind and charming as could be (and very nice to look at). She wondered how the two of you had gotten together in the first place and what you saw in your wife. She was one of the bossiest clients Natasha had ever had, and Natasha had seen her be not much nicer to you. Plus, she was definitely hitting on Steve, but Natasha knows he wouldnât cheat on his wife with yours.
She dumps her supplies in the foyer, then goes into the kitchen to find the grocery list. It only takes a single glance to know that your wife is totally fucking with herâwhat the hell is a rambutan? Natasha sighs loudly, wishing there were someone around to hear her distress. As much as she wants to quit working for your family, she needs the money. And she was still so new to the business, she couldnât afford to make any bad impressions.Â
With another sigh, she balls the grocery list into her fist and heads back out.
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Natasha returns from her grocery trip just in time to see you pull into the garage in your bright green luxury sports car she doesnât even recognize the manufacturerâs logo of. You get out and wave to her and she smiles back, almost forgetting the awful phone call she had to make to your wife when she searched the entire store and still couldnât locate the rambutans (she ended up having to make a separate trip to Whole Foods for them).Â
âHi, Natasha!â you say, running down the driveway to help her with the grocery bags.
âOh, donât worry about these,â Natasha says, trying to swat your hands away. âItâs my job to take them into the houseââ
âNo, let me help,â you insist, scooping up four bags in one hand in one go. âOh! Rambutans. These are my favorite. Thank you for finding them.âÂ
Instantly, Natasha wants to take back all the curses she had put on the spiky red fruit. âIt was nothing,â she lies, making a mental note to buy out the storeâs entire stock for you the next time she goes.
With your help, it takes half the amount of time to get all the groceries in the house. You also insist on helping her put everything away, showing her the proper drawers in the fridge for the fruit and vegetables versus the meat, and where the cereals went in the pantry. Natasha is beyond grateful for you; she knows your wife would have happily stood there and watched her struggle, then loudly criticized her for not knowing better.
âThank you, Y/N,â she says, her hand inadvertently brushing yours when you pass her the last bag of apples. She withdraws from you almost too quickly, her skin hot where you touched her, but you donât seem to notice, distracted by the ringing of the doorbell.Â
âThat must be Stan.â You dash off to meet the pool man.Â
Natasha fills the dishwasher as much as she can and starts in, then goes to finish washing the oddly-shaped pots and pans that didnât fit in the sink. The kitchen window looks out to your yard that is probably bigger than the footprint of her entire apartment complex. The pool has two different levels, but both are filled with a suspicious green water. Youâre standing poolside talking to Stan, an older gentleman whom Natasha personally knew to be very kind from her few interactions with him when he conducted work on the neighborhood poolâs.Â
Sheâs so busy looking at you, fantasizing about a life where this big house could be hers, with a doting partner who would take care of her and raise a family with her, she doesnât hear the front door opening until she hears the unholy screech from your wife.
âNatasha, what are you doing?â she yells, hurrying over and snatching the soapy sponge right out of Natashaâs gloved hand.
âUmâthe dishes? They didnât all fit in the dishwasherââ
âYou turned on the dishwasher?â Her eyes grow wide and her mouth drops like Natashaâs just confessed to a murder. âDidnât I tell you we donât run the dishwasher before seven p.m.?â Natasha is certain sheâs never heard this instruction before in her life and watches as she rushes over to turn off the dishwasher mid-cycle and throw it open. âAlso, you didnât pack this correctly, you definitely couldâve fit those pots in here.â
âIâm sorry, Iâll rearrange it now,â Natasha says, trying not to get flustered. Surely your wife wouldnât fire her over such a minor transgression, would she?
âIs Stan here yet?â she asks, but before Natasha can answer, she is interrupted by a shout and a splash. Both of them crane their necks to look out the window, where they can see Stan floating facedown in the pool. Youâre kicking your shoes off and throwing your phone onto the lawn before you run up to the poolâs edge and dive in with a form that would rival an Olympic swimmerâs. Your wife screams and darts towards the back door, Natasha following right behind her.
âY/N! What are you doing?â
âHe fell in!â you answer, coughing out water as you loop your arms under the elderly man and kick back towards the stairs. âHe just zoned out when he was talking to me and suddenly tipped over into the pool. I think heâs having a seizure.â
âIâll call 911!â Natasha offers, not wanting to be as useless as your wife. She struggles to get her phone out of her pocket and punches in the number with shaky fingers.
Your wife hovers by the pool stairs, making no move to assist you as you struggle to drag the old man out, clearly weighed down by the water drenching both of your clothes. Stan is holding himself in a position so stiff it reminds Natasha of a mannequin.Â
âUgh, donât get me wet, Y/N!â your wife complains as the brackish water sprays everywhere.
âIâm trying not to!â you snap, gently laying Stan on the grass. Â
âNine-one-one, what is your emergency?â a dispatcher picks up.
âHello? Yes, Iâm at 2800 Sherwood Drive. Thereâs a man here who fell into the pool and we just got him out, but heâs having some kind of medical episode,â Natasha says, putting her phone on speaker. The dispatcher asks if heâs breathing and you confirm.Â
âCan roll him to his side and stabilize his head?â
Without hesitation, you peel off your shirt and roll it into a soggy ball, gently tucking it under the manâs head like a makeshift pillow. Natasha tries not to stare at your nicely sculpted torso, highlighted further by the water droplets on your skin, but her face burns in shame when she sees your wife glaring at her ogling.
âOkay, his head is stabilized!â you call out.
âPerfect, emergency services are two minutes away.â
âThank you.â
Itâs a big scene at the house by the time the ambulance pulls up. Your wife eventually covers you up with a towel, but youâre insistent on waiting outside for Stan to be carefully loaded into the ambulance before you finally allow your wife to usher you back into the house, still dripping water everywhere.
âThank you for the help today, Natasha,â you say, reaching out to give her shoulder a gentle pat as you walk by her towards the house. Natasha doesnât even know how to respond but nods furiously and mumbles that âshe didnât help much.â
âYou can go now, Natasha,â your wife says curtly, and Natasha doesnât question her and practically flees the premise.
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Itâs been a few weeks since the pool incident and Natasha is barely able to hold onto her sanity with the never-ending list of ridiculous tasks from your wife. When she holds a fundraiser meeting for a charity Natasha is sure she made up on her own, she calls on Natasha as her personal servant, forcing her to serve a collection of the snobbiest women in the neighborhood. Maybe I should take up meditation, Natasha thinks to herself as she prepares a third pitcher of iced tea because the first two âdid not have the right balance of sugar to tea,â according to your wife, despite that Natasha had put in exactly one-third cup of sugar as requested.
Natasha doesnât see you much around the house anymore, and she wonders if your wife purposely scheduled her around your work hours, or told you to stay away from her. She wants to ask you if there were any updates about Stanâs condition (there was no way she was going to get that information from your wife). She missed hearing your voice and seeing your smileâŠwait.
She shakes her headâshe shouldnât be thinking about you like that. Youâre her employer and youâre married (to a bitch). It would be entirely inappropriate and dangerous to pursue you, so she would just have to make do with ogling you from afar. Besides, a lot of her clients did not show her respect, likely due to the nature of her job, so just because you were courteous and respectful towards her, didnât mean you felt a specific way about her.
âYou know, Y/N used to be fat.â Natasha startles when your wife walks up behind her. She almost drops the picture frame sheâd been dusting of the two of you on a beach, holding hands as you walked towards the sunset in the background.
âExcuse me?â Natasha asks.Â
âFat and poor,â Mrs. L/N adds, much to Natashaâs horror.Â
âThatâs an awful thing to say about your partner,â Natasha says.
She shrugs. âI donât want anything to be sugarcoated for you. All of thisââ She gestures around to the grandiose-ness of the house, and points to a more recent photo of you, where youâre carrying your wife in your arms, the bulge of your biceps and wideness of your shoulders stretching out your shirt. ââwas not a thing when we first started dating. I was there when Y/N had nothing and was no one.â
âOkay.â Natasha wonders why sheâs acting like she did you a favor, when you are clearly the catch in the relationship. But then it suddenly dawns on her the reason sheâs saying this is because she knows Natasha might have a small crush on you.
âY/N would never leave me, because I was there from the beginning,â Mrs. L/N says loftily.
âOf course,â Natasha says, fearing she has made a terrible mistake. âY/N must be very lucky to have you.â
âYou have no idea,â your wife smirks. âSo let me be a reminder to keep things professional in my house. Iâd hate for you to lose your job here. As far as I know, this is the only neighborhood that employs you, and your reputation is everything, isnât it? One bad review could spoil the whole bunch, and youâd be off having to peddle your services elsewhere.â Icy fear pits at the bottom of Natashaâs stomach. âThat is, if the police donât pick you up first.â
âWhat are you talking about?â Natasha whispers, even though she knows exactly what Mrs. L/N is talking about. She had been foolish to assume her past would never follow her, but how could your wife have found out? Clint had assured her that with a new name and a new location, sheâd be untraceable.Â
âBecause theyâd have to arrest you from stealing Y/N away from me,â Mrs. L/N laughs shrilly. Natasha chuckles nervously, although she was certain adultery was not a punishable offense in the state. âBut Iâm just joking. That would never happen, right?â
âNever,â Natasha promises, hoping her cover will stay hidden for now.Â
âGood.â
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âHow was your day at work, honey?â
âBusy,â you grunt, moodily poking at the chicken pot pie Natasha had made before she went home. The food tastes goodâitâs better than anything your wife has ever cooked, you think privately, but you donât have much of an appetite. The end of the financial quarter was rapidly approaching and it had become extremely apparent to you that the profits of your company were not outweighing the expenses for the third quarter in a row. You were digging yourself a bigger and bigger grave, dipping into your personal investments to pay your way out of debt. It was the most stressful period of your life, with no relief in sight, and your wife wouldnât understand the pressure.
âSorry to hear that,â she says, although her words donât come across as very genuine. âMy day wasnât so great either. I got into an argument earlier with Mrs. Harkness at the HOA meeting.â Your wife clicks her tongue. âSome of these women will go to war over their lawn decorations, I swear.â
A jab bubbles on the tip of your tongue; was she really trying to compare an HOA meeting to your very real, very stressful job running a business? But you stay quiet, shoveling another spoonful of pot pie into your mouth.
âWhereâs Natasha?â you ask. Usually she stayed around for dinner (not that your wife would let her sit at the same table as you), but you hadnât seen her in the house for a while.
âI ran out of time today, so I sent her out to grab some things for tomorrow,â she answers. When Natasha had first been hired, you had been under the impression that she was exclusively a housekeeper, helping with all the household chores your wife couldnât complete. But you had heard about her running grocery trips and waiting on your wife and her friends during meetings, turning Natasha into more of a personal assistant than anything. You hoped she was okay with that; you knew how demanding your wife could be sometimes.
âOh, okay.â You finish your helping of pot pie in silence, then go to place your plate in the dishwasher, before going into the bedroom to retire for the night. As youâre washing your face in the sink, you hear your wife pad up behind her.
âSorry youâve been really stressed lately,â she says, rubbing her hand up and down your arm.Â
âItâs not your fault,â you respond, drying your face on a towel, going back into the bedroom to find your pajamas so you can take a shower.
âY/N.â Your wife stops you as youâre searching through the dresser for your pajamas. When you look at her, sheâs eyeing you with her bottom lip between her teeth. She struts towards you, slowly sinking to her knees and looking up at you. âMaybe I can do something to make you feel better?âÂ
With you being so busy with work and her busy with the new move, the two of you hardly had time for each other. Plus, your wife tended to be on the particular side and never seemed to be in the mood if you initiated. It was a little frustrating sometimes, but you found ways to cope and besides, it did make the times she was ready for you all the more enjoyable.
She pulls down your pants, palming at your boxers and causing you to groan. You unbutton your shirt as you feel your body start to heat up and let it slide off your shoulders.Â
âFuck, donât tease me,â you grunt when she leans forward and nibbles on the exposed flesh of your thigh.Â
âYou need to savor the moment,â she says, although you can tell sheâs just as impatient when she hooks her fingers into the waistband of your boxers and draws them down to the floor. Your heavy cock bobs out, slapping against your abs before your wife grabs onto it and brings it to her mouth.Â
âFuck, baby,â you moan, tipping your head back when you feel her lips wrap around your cock. You wrap your hand in her hair, pumping your hips forward to sink your length into the heat of her throat. She grips onto your thighs to steady herself, the faintest of choking noise escaping her. You grunt in satisfaction, thrusting a little harder until the tip of your cock bumps the back of her throat. She whines louder, but doesnât pull away, and your knees are practically shaking at the sight of her deepthroating all of you. Â
âYouâre doing so well,â you praise and her cheeks flush red. âAre you gonna let me finish in your mouth?â you ask, and she nods in response, the movement causing a burst of pre-cum to leak out of your cock. You stroke a stray hair out of her face so you can look into her eyes when you finish. âThatâs my good girl.â
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Natasha lets herself into your home, juggling three heavy bags that sheâs pretty sure are cutting off the circulation to her fingers. She passes by the kitchen, confused to see it empty; when she had left the two of you were just settling down to eat. She puts the bags by the foot of the table, recalling the time Mrs. L/N had screamed at her for putting âdirty outside bagsâ on the place where you ate. She wouldnât make that same mistake again.
Checking her phone, Natasha sees that your wife had sent her a text less than five minutes ago.
Natasha sighs. It had already been a long day, but she wasnât given an ounce of leeway. She knows better than to walk away from an unfinished task (especially around your wife), so she trudges up the stairs and turns into the guest room. Hopefully her presence can go unnoticed, and your wife will magically find the folded clothes long after Natasha is gone.Â
There are a total of three shirts and a pair of jeans left to fold. Natasha knows it would be too much to ask your wife to do on her own. She grits her teeth and folds the clothes, taking the better part of a minute, then looks around and realizes she doesnât remember where she put the laundry basket.Â
Maybe she had already brought it to the master bedroom, but she knew she couldnât just leave it on the guest bed, or your wife would probably fire her. Natasha gathers up the clothes and walks down the hall to the master bedroom, but freezes in her tracks when she hears noises coming out of the bedroom.
Moaning noises, specifically.
Natasha canât stop herself as she moves closer to the door, positioning herself to peer through the crack in between the door and the wall. She sees your wife on her knees, her head bobbing against your waist as you stand there, half-naked, moaning and thrusting your hips forward.
Natasha feels like she canât breathe, totally shocked and embarrassed to have caught the two of you in a moment. She has a strange sense that your wife had set her up like this on purpose, but the thought quickly dissipates as she finds herself moving closer to the door.
âThatâs my good girl.â
Natashaâs stomach flips when she hears you say this, even though it isnât directed to her. But maybe one day it could be.Â
Sheâs practically pressed up against the door, the fear of being caught burning away in her eagerness to keep watching you. The way the muscles in your stomach and thighs flex as your hips roll in a sinful rhythm. Natasha is almost ashamed at how fast she feels the arousal building in her own stomach.
You grunt louder and slow down as you seem to near release. Natasha canât help but wonder what you must taste like and if she could even fit you down her throat. Your wife seems to be struggling with your size, but Natasha would do everything in her power to make you happy and not let any drop go to waste.
Without warning, your wife removes you from her mouth. Both you and Natasha gaspâyou probably in frustration, and Natasha because sheâs shocked at how big you are. Your cock is shiny with saliva and pre-cum and is so hard it looks like itâs about to burst.
âI didnât finish,â you whine as your wife stands up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She puts her hand on your chest and pushes you back until you stumble onto the bed.
âI know. But I donât want you to finish in my mouth, I want you to finish inside me.â
âOh.â Your wife takes off her pants and climbs onto you.
Natasha knows how wrong it is for her to stand there and continue watching. She shouldâve left a long time ago. But somehow, she knows your wife set her up to see this, and instead of running away in shame, Natasha is totally absorbed and her obsession with you only skyrockets.Â
The headboard creaks against the wall as your wife rides you, both of you moaning in unison. Natashaâs eyes are stuck on you, trying to memorize your bodyâs reactions and wondering if sheâd ever be the cause of them one day. You tilt your head back into the pillows, your back arching off the mattress, your hands wrapped around your wifeâs waist as you thrust up into her.Â
âIâm ready. Iâm gonna cum,â you announce breathlessly.
Natasha hopes youâll say those words to her one day. But she turns away as you finish, scolding herself for her unprofessional and frankly creepy behavior. She drops the folded clothes to the floor, knowing your wife will eventually find them and know of their origin. Maybe sheâll get fired for this; if anything, itâd be for the better. She doesnât trust herself to be around you anymoreânot that sheâd ever be so bold as to make a move and disrespect your marriage, but sheâd never be able to look at you the same way again.
She quickly pads down the stairs and leaves the house, the emptiness in her heart and core almost reaching a painful point.
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You jerk your hips up a final time as you cum, dropping back onto the bed exhausted and spent.Â
âHmm, that was fun,â your wife pants against your neck, and you wrap your arm around her tightly, pulling her closer to your body.Â
âWe can shower together?â you suggest, digging your fingers teasingly into her naked hips.Â
âSure. Give me a minute.â She lays her head on your chest.
Despite your differences, you were truly happy to have this woman by your side through it all. She had been your longest supporter and that had meant everything to you when no one else believed in you.
You kiss her forehead softly. âI love you, Wanda.â
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AN: Actually screaming and crying. Nat please come save us đ
To be continued?
@holiday-house-of-m I finally kept my promise to you after 84 years.
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UNMATCHED II.
A/N: soooo you guys were just as horny for a part 2 to this story as i was so here we are, giving in to the temptation. disclaimer, i know their behavior is giving red flag energy but lets just put that aside for the sake of the story now lol
WORD COUNT: 3.8k
WARNING: sexual content, age gap, student-professor relationship
SUMMARY:Â Harry has been trying his best to forget what happened with Y/N, he is set on never making the same mistake, but it seems like fate has different plans for him.
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That skirt. That goddamned skirt. Thatâs gonna be the death of Harry.Â
And also the fact that she went back to that asshole.Â
Sitting in the busy school cafeteria Harry has zoned out of the conversation at the table a long time ago, precisely when he saw Y/N stroll in wearing that short skirt with that dickhead she should have ditched already or better, she shouldnât have even dated him in the first place. But now they are moving in the line with their group of friends and he has his hand on her waist and it keeps inching lower, just a few more inches and his hand could be slipping under her skirâ
âHarry? Hello?âÂ
Stella catches his attention and he is forced to move his focus back to his colleagues at the table.Â
âHuh? Sorry, what did you say?â He clears his throat and keeps his eyes on his half-eaten sandwich in front of him.Â
âWhatâs up with you? You havenât been your usual self lately.â
âJust⊠tired. Iâm behind with my research and have a bunch of papers to grade before winter break.â
âThe joys of being a teacher,â Stella chuckles. âDonât worry, itâll get better with time.â
âReally?â
âNo,â she smirks at him. âBut youâll care less.â
She soon returns to the conversation at the table and Harry finds himself looking for Y/N again. Thereâs no trace of her in the line, but he is quick to spot her at a table across the dining hall, sitting beside Dickhead who has an arm around her neck, keeping her close as he wants everyone to know that they are together.
And it irks Harry way more than it probably should.Â
Itâs been a little over a week since Stellaâs Christmas party and also that very heated and very wrong kiss he shared with Y/N. That weekend was like hell, he kept beating himself over and over about it, cursing himself out for being so stupid and reckless. He still has no idea what came over him that let him make out with a student, but he knew one thing for sure: it couldnât happen again.Â
So when Y/N walked into the classroom before his first lecture early on monday he didnât even let her speak before he got to the point.Â
âIt shouldnât have happened. Iâm so sorry for it, but I canât undo it now. I suggest letâs pretend nothing happened, itâs for the absolute best. No one can know about it and it will never happen again.â
She seemed taken aback by his outburst, but after a bit of hesitation she nodded.
âOkay. Nothing happened. It must have been the wine.â
âYes,â he agreed right away. âWe both drank more than we should have and made a mistake.â
She flinched at his last word, but didnât protest, only nodded, holding her textbooks tighter to her chest. She looked so sad, even disappointed that Harry almost wanted to take back what he just said, but he knew he couldnât.Â
âAre you⊠okay?â he dared to ask, but when she looked at him again, her eyes told nothing.Â
âIâm fine. Iâll see you in class, professor.â
And she was out of the classroom before he could say another word. In class she sat in the back and not even once did she look at him. He knows, because he kept looking at her.Â
Heâs been trying his best to get her out of his head, but with not much luck. Not when all he can think about is how soft her lips felt against his, how insanely good she tasted mixed with the coldness of the night, how amazingly she fit into his palm, the curve of her neck, back, waist and hips⊠and how badly he wants to experience it again even though itâs the worst possible idea.Â
Harry thinks he is going insane. Genuinely.Â
Heâs been burying himself into work, but his focus has been all over the place, so itâs been more like a waste of time. He is one of the last ones in the building today as well. Most professors left a long time ago, but the lights in Harryâs tiny office are still on as he is hunched over a stack of papers. When he has to read over the same line for the twentieth time he drops his pen with a tired groan and leans back in his chair. He takes his glasses off and rubs his eyes roughly, until he is practically seeing stars.Â
âFuck,â he huffs, staring at the papers that are still waiting to be graded. Checking the time on his phone he is surprised to see that itâs already past seven.
He stands from his chair and steps to the window. The campus looks quiet at this time, only a few students are walking towards the dorm thatâs next to the literature departmentâs building. Itâs a wednesday night, the semester ends next week so some lucky students who have no more exams left in the year have already left for the holidays. Harry will be going home right before Christmas, he plans to use those few days of the break to work on his research in peace.Â
From his window he sees part of the parking lot next to the dorm, itâs quite dark there, he almost doesnât notice the figures sitting in the car closest to him, but a few heartbeats later realization hits him.
Itâs Y/N and the dickhead.Â
They are pretty far, but Harry can tell that they are in a heated fight, judging from how Y/N is gesticulating. Obviously he canât hear them, but if he had to guess he would say she is shouting, from what he can see.Â
For a moment he tells him to just ignore the scene, itâs none of anyone elseâs business, let alone his. But when he sees the asshole slap his hands against the wheel several times, making Y/N jump, Harry is moving before he could second guess his actions.Â
He practically sprints down that stairs, already trying to figure out how heâll interject without appearing like a creep, but he forgets all his plans when he is marching towards the parking lot and sees the scene unfold from up close.Â
At some point they must have gotten out of the car, because Harry catches the dickhead getting back into the driving seat, Y/N is crying and tries to stop him from shutting the door, but he swings it with such force that she stumbles forward, holding onto the handle. When Harry sees her almost fall to the asphalt he starts running, just as the car comes to life and he drives away so fast, he almost runs over Y/Nâs feet.Â
âFuck you, Charlie! Fuck you!â She screams after the car, tears streaming down her cheeks.Â
âHey, hey, hey!â Harry rushes over to her, grabs her by her shoulders and turns her away from the direction of the car. âHey, what happened?â
She is gasping for air from the crying as she wraps her arms around her, those beautiful eyes that are usually filled with curiosity are now full of confusion and hurt.Â
âY/N, look at me,â he begs and she hiccups a few times before she finally looks him in the eyes.Â
âH-Harry?â
He ignores how good it feels to hear her call him by his first name again and tries to focus on the situation.
âYeah. Letâs get inside, okay? Itâs freezing cold.â
She nods and lets him steer her towards the building and up to his office. By the time she sits in the old armchair in the corner of his office she has stopped sobbing, but her expression looks just as miserable as before.Â
âIâll make you a tea. Do you like tea?â he asks, stepping over to the tiny side table where he keeps his kettle and tiny tea collection with two mugs. She nods and he is quick to turn on the kettle. He grabs a chamomile filter and drops it into one of the mugs and while the water boils he hands her a box of tissues that she accepts with a quietly murmured thank you.Â
When the tea is done he hands her the mug and sits in his chair, unsure what to say. He definitely did not plan to have her in his office anytime soon and definitely not like this.Â
âGo on, lecture me about being with him,â she says at last, staring into the mug in her hands.Â
âI wasnât planning on it.â
âBut youâd be right.â She looks up at him, eyes still red from the crying.Â
âWhy did you go back to him?â he softly asks, not wanting to make her feel even worse.Â
âI donât know,â she shrugs, looking away again. âHe could be convincing, I guess.â
âHope you wonât believe him after this.â
âNo,â she chuckles bitterly before taking a sip from the tea, leaning back in the armchair. âNot even the sex will convince me to go back to him.â
Harryâs muscles jump at her words. Not because he is such a prude, but because instantly he is thinking about sex⊠and her⊠and his body reacts involuntarily. Clearing his throat he crosses his legs and looks anywhere but at her.
âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have said that,â she chuckles softly, but she doesnât seem sorry at all.Â
âNo, I⊠umâŠâ Harry has no idea what to say. This feels like such an impossible situation, he is definitely walking on eggshells here and the fact that he is semi-hard does not help his case.Â
While he is looking for the right words she places her mug to his desk and crosses her legs, a curious look playing in her eyes as she is looking at him. She appears calm and confident suddenly, like she wasnât sobbing ten minutes ago.Â
âI lied,â she then speaks up.
âAbout what?â
âI know why I went back to him.â
âOh. Okay, why did you?â
She holds his gaze for one⊠two⊠three seconds before her lips part, then she hesitates for one more moment before answering.Â
âBecause I couldnât go to you.â
A shiver runs down his spine at her words, his body is betraying him already, but he hangs onto the last bit of his rationality.
âY/N, donât.â
âDonât what? Donât tell the truth?â
âWe agreed that we are not talking about it again.â
âIâm not talking about that night. Iâm talking about how badly Iâve been wanting you, but knowing I canât have you I went back to Charlie even though I knew I shouldnât have.âÂ
âY/NâŠâ His mouth is dry and he feels ridiculously hot even though the heating hasnât been working too well lately in his office. He is clawing at the arms of his chair, trying to keep the remains of his cool, though it feels like he is hanging on a thread.
âI wonât do anything about it, donât worry. And I wonât bring it up again.â She sounds different this time, the confidence has turned into what feels like disappointment and it lurches something in Harryâs gut.Â
Standing she smoothes her clothes before looking at Harry, a tiny sliver of expectancy glistening in her eyes.Â
âThanks for the tea. I better get going.â
She is already moving towards the door when Harry jumps to his feet, entirely lost about what to think, do or say. He strides after her and just when she is about to reach for the knob, he grabs her other hand, stopping her mid action.Â
But he has no idea why he just did that. His rationality is screaming at him, but with each passing moment he spends holding her hand, the noise gets farther and farther away until itâs lost somewhere in the back of his mind.Â
Slowly, she turns her head, eyes taking in the sight of their touching hands before her gaze meets his. He instantly stumbles back, letting go of her like she was on fire, but she doesnât seem surprised. Instead, she turns around and just stands there, with a calm, but determined look on her face.Â
âCareful professor,â she then speaks up. âI might take your actions as a hint.â
âA hintâŠâ he breathes out, almost mesmerized with her, he is convinced sheâs put a spell on him, because he canât move or think straight, he just keeps staring at her.
âYes, a hint,â she nods shortly. âThat you want me just as much as I want you.â
He swallows down a moan that almost slips through his lips at her words. His whole body is burning for her, palms sweating and itching to touch her and he can almost taste her on his tongue again, desperate to pick up from where they left off not long ago.Â
The tiniest smirk tugs on the corners of her mouth when she sees just how much he is struggling and she takes it as her queue to push her luck just a bit further. She takes a step closer to him, but still leaves some space between them, wanting him to close those last inches.Â
âYou know you can have me.â She cocks her head to the side, blinking up at him innocently. âRight here, on your desk or in that armchair. I want to be your good girl and take whatever you give me.â
âStop it,â he manages to breathe out, but all his strength is gone, it sounds more like a plea rather than an order.Â
âWhat if I donât?â she sassily questions. âWill you punish me?â
Harry whimpers. They both know he is close to breaking and she is not stepping down now and sheâs determined to push him over the edge. Slowly she reaches up, drags a finger across her lips before moving then down, tugging at her shirt at her chest, revealing more of the exposed skin there, then she starts playing with the top button, all while keeping her eyes focused on him. He sucks on his breath, his gaze keeps switching between her eyes and what her fingers are doing.Â
Then it pops open, revealing the delicious swell of her breasts and a bit of the lacy bra as well and he knows he is gone.Â
âClose the curtain,â he simply orders and a sudden rush of excitement washes over her as she quickly moves across the room, drawing the curtains on the window and turning around she is expecting him to be in the same spot, but to her surprise he is right there and before she could say a word, his lips crash down on hers with such force she would have fallen back if he didnât already have an arm around her waist.Â
His other hand is quick to find its way to her throat first, then to her jaw, angling her head perfectly so he can devour her.Â
He spins them around and she gasps when her ass meets the edge of his desk, still kissing her he pushes forward, blindly tossing everything on the desk aside to make room, something clatters as it falls to the ground but neither of them cares to even look. His hands are on the back of her legs and he helps her up until she is sitting on top of the desk.Â
She eagerly opens her thighs and circles her legs around his hips, pulling him closer and when she feels just how hard he already is, pushing against her clothed center, she canât help but moan at the sensation.Â
âItâs a one time thing,â he pants when her fingers start to work on his shirt and his hands find the button of her jeans.Â
âSure,â she breathes out smiling.
âJust to get it out of our system.â
âOf course,â she nods eagerly, and a moment later she is tugging his shirt off his shoulders.Â
Buttons come undone, clothes are thrown across the room and soon enough all of his focus is on her naked chest, his hands exploring the tender, heated skin before his head dips down and his mouth meets her hardened nipples.Â
âOh fuck,â she moans, head falling back as she has an arm around his shoulders, the other one planted behind her on the desk. All while his hands are tugging down her jeans, finally giving him the chance to touch her inner thighs, exploring the warmth and softness heâs been fantasizing about for so long.Â
He gently bites on one of her nipples, making her back arch, burying his face between her breasts before he leans back to get rid of her jeans. She has a moment to admire his naked torso, all the tattoos heâs been hiding under his clothes, his pants are hanging around his knees and his erection is throbbing through the fabric of his underwear. She canât help but smile at the sight, itâs surely one sheâll remember forever.
When her jeans are discarded on the floor he plants his hands on her thighs and pushes them wide open, revealing her drenched panties. He brings his thumb over the wet fabric, lazily drags it over her clit, making her tremble under his touch. Then keeping eye contact with her he pulls his chair under him, sits down and rolls closer so his face is perfectly lined up with her. With his eyes still locked on hers, he leans forward, moves her panties to the side and places a sloppy, open mouthed kiss to her throbbing clit, making her moan so loud, he digs his fingers into her thighs pulling back.Â
âYou need to be quiet,â he warns her and she just eagerly nods, watching him take her underwear off completely and go back to where he was a moment ago.Â
Harry drinks up her taste, he licks, kisses and sucks on the right spots, making her see stars as her orgasm is building up. When she feels two of his fingers slip into her she grabs a handful of his hair, tugging on it.Â
But right when she is about to tip over the edge he pulls back, leaving her in a heaving mess. Reaching into one of his drawers he grabs a condom and standing up he watches her lying on his desk, chest rapidly rising and falling while he rolls the condom on.Â
To his surprise, she gets up and jumps off the desk, taking the initiative by pushing him down back into the chair and straddling his lap. His hands are quick to move to her ass as his cock wedges between her drenched folds. He hisses when she starts rolling her hips, making them both even more feral for whatâs about to come.Â
She leans forward and kisses him, her hand reaching down between them until it finds his cock. She gives him a few lazy strokes to which he hums lowly into her mouth. Then she stops her kisses, lips still brushing against his, eyes meeting again as she lifts herself up just enough to angle him underneath her and then slowly she eases down, letting him enter her inch by inch until she is filled entirely. She gasps at the feeling of her walls stretching around him and they both stop for a few moments, just savoring how perfectly they fit together.Â
She plants both her hands to the base of his neck, kisses him again and starts moving her hips.Â
âFuck, Y/N, you feel so good,â he groans, locking his arms around her, fingers digging into her naked back and side as she starts to slowly pick up her pace, bouncing on him.Â
When he starts thrusting upwards, meeting her movements, her head rolls back from how deep she feels him inside her, his tip reaching the perfect spot.Â
âYes, right there!â she gasps as he buries his head in her neck, kissing and sucking on the soft skin while keeping his rhythm. âIâm so close,â she breathes out, her hands raking through his messy hair.Â
Wanting even more friction she adjusts herself and then starts moving faster and rougher, aching for the release. She looks down, her eyes meet his gaze and she just knows he is as close as she is.Â
âHarry,â she moans and hearing his name fall from her lips is what pushes him over the edge.
Grunting, his thrusts get rougher and fall out of their fast pace, he pushes into her over and over again as he fills the condom and watching him fall apart helps her let go as well. He feels her walls tighten around him while he is still riding out the afterwaves of his own orgasm, her mouth hangs open, nails digging into his shoulders so harshly they surely leave marks.Â
Then they both slowly come off their high and she leans forward, capturing his lips in a much softer kiss than the ones theyâve shared just minutes ago. He gladly returns, their lips melt together and his fingers gently roam her naked back while he is still inside her.Â
Theyâre quiet when she moves off him and grabs a few tissues to clean herself up while he discards the condom. The clothes are picked up from the floor one by one and a sense of unsureness settles between them as they both get dressed.Â
She was the only thing on his mind just five minutes ago, but now that the sex haze is gone, his thoughts start racing. What did he do? What will happen now? This shouldnât have happened but still, he wants to do it again and again and again.Â
As if she knew he was panicking inside, she steps to him, takes his face in her hands and pulls him into a long, passionate kiss that instantly makes him forget about everything else.Â
âDonât overthink it,â she whispers against his lips. âWeâre adults.â
âIâm your teacher,â he hums.
âThe semester is almost over. Grade my last paper and weâre done,â she simply says with very little care about his current status. But he is not that sold on it just yet, hesitation and worry is all over his face. âDid you not want it?â
âYou know how much I wanted it,â he admits defeatedly.Â
âGreat. I wanted it too. And I want it again. So Iâll come by tomorrow again. Youâll bend me over that desk after I had your cock in my mouth, then tell me what grade Iâm getting for the semester and we do it again after that.â
He is already feeling himself getting hard again. Deep down he knows he should say no, but he has no will left to fight with himself anymore. So all he does is nod and then kiss her.Â
âIâll see you tomorrow, professor.â She grabs her coat from the floor and then walks out of his office like nothing happened.Â
Harry falls into his chair and assesses the mess on and around his desk, staring at the spot where she was sitting not long ago. He knows he is making his biggest mistake ever, but sinning has never felt this good.
And right now he is willing to take this risk.
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*dries tears and ignores the stinging of my hand* hi mae! I have a holiday/winter themed emt!marauders prompt if it suits you!! I was wondering if we could see the boys and reader celebrating the holidays in a cozy little cabin that happens to have a wood burning stove? I was just tending to the fire at my mum's old house and burnt the shit out of my knuckles, and I think the boys would be (want them to be) soooo sorry on my behalf and coddle me senseless đ„č
Awwww, our poor Elle <//3 I hope your burn has fully healed by now my love
cw: mention of burn but no description
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You gasp through your teeth when it happens, your body reacting before your brain can register either pain or embarrassment. Those come shortly after, one after the other, pain when you see the already reddening skin of your knuckles, embarrassment when Sirius comes to investigate whatâs made that sound.Â
Your boyfriend looks you over quickly, a well worn habit. His brows pinch when his eyes land on your hand.Â
âAwe, baby.â He takes your wrist carefully. âWhatâd you do?âÂ
âI burnt it on the stove,â you say, shocked. âOn the door.âÂ
Sirius coos. âPoor girl,â he murmurs, giving you a firm squeeze around the shoulders before starting to pull you towards the kitchen sink. âCome here.âÂ
You gasp again as he turns the cool tap on your knuckles. Sirius shushes you, drawing circles into the inside of your wrist with his thumb. After a moment the water starts to feel nice, and you relax right as James and Remus wander in to find you.Â
Jamesâ eyebrows raise when he sees you and Sirius at the sink. âYou said you were making cocoa,â he says, half confounded and half already on the brink of laughter. âWhatâd you manage to do instead?âÂ
âSheâs burnt herself,â Sirius replies pityingly.Â
âOhh.â James gives you his sad puppy look. Remus is frowning concernedly. âAngel, how?âÂ
You shrug self-consciously. âI thought it was sort of cold in here, so I went to stoke the fireââ
James gives a little smile. âObviously a mistake.âÂ
ââand I burnt my fingers on the door as it was shutting.âÂ
âDove.â Remusâ sigh is a mix of exasperation and caring. He kisses the back of your head, trying to see your knuckles through the water. âHow bad?â he asks Sirius.Â
âMild,â Sirius says, though his thumb is still moving over your wrist, his touch heavy with sympathy. âMight still blister, though. Think they have a first aid kit here?â
âIâll check.â Remus kisses your head again before he goes.Â
You appraise your hand, the stinging lessened under the flow of the tap. âI donât think itâs really terrible,â you say.Â
âNoâ âSirius wraps an arm around your waist, squeezingâ âit isnât, baby. Probably still hurts, though, yeah?âÂ
You frown, and he coos, doting. His lips press warmly to your shoulder.Â
âLetâs see if we can get it warm in here like you wanted,â says James, bending in front of the large iron stove. He picks up the poker, opening the small door and prodding at the logs. As he does, he glances at the temperature gauge on the side. âChrist, lovie. Itâs already at 400, how much hotter do you want it to be?âÂ
âIt is?â You squint, trying to read it from where you are. âOh, that is a hot fire.âÂ
âIs it now?â Remus asks as he comes back in with a roll of bandages and a bottle of clear gel. âYou wouldnât be referring to the fire you burnt yourself with, would you?âÂ
Your face heats at the teasing in his voice. âI didnât burn myself with the fire.âÂ
âNo, but the heat of the fire does actually affect the heat of the metal around it. Or so Iâve heard.âÂ
âBe nice to her,â Sirius protests on your behalf. He scrubs his hand up and down your side comfortingly. âSheâs hurt. And it could have happened to anyone, that thing is evil.âÂ
âYou only think that because you canât use it either,â James taunts, referring to every time in the past few days Sirius has also narrowly avoided burning himself on the hot stove that heats your rented cabin. âYou two are disasters in solidarity.âÂ
Siriusâ mouth drops open. âWhat did he just call us?â he stage whispers near your ear.Â
When you chuckle, his lips quirk.Â
To their credit, James and Remus both revert to their usual sweetness as they spread aloe over your burn and wrap it with careful touches. Remus even places a kiss on the other side of your fingers, seemingly under the hope its healing powers will seep through. Sirius remains your most devout supporter, tutting and kissing whatever spare inch of you he can find anytime he so much as suspects something might hurt.Â
âDo you need to take some painkillers, babylove?â he asks once theyâve finished up.Â
You press your lips into a reassuring smile. âThatâs okay,â you tell him fondly. âItâs not so bad.âÂ
Sirius pouts. âDo you want some painkillers, though?â Your silence speaks for you, and he makes for the bathroom. Remus sighs, holding your head still to kiss your hair and mumbling something about one or the other of you being a terrible enabler before going to get you some water to take your painkillers with.
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can you hotd characters (mostly alicent and rhaenrya) when the reader almost passes in child birth? thank youuuu :3
A/N: Yep can do! Iâve never given birth, gotten pregnant nor seen anything resembling child birth apart from the Aemma scene in HOTD so I hope I did this justice!? Sorry this has taken so long!
Character Roll Call: Rhaenyra, Alicent, Daemon, Aemond and Jacaerys (All romantic love)
Warnings: Child birth, talk of infertility, talk of not able to have children, pregnancy, she/her pronouns used in some places for reader, talk of death during childbirth, talk about smut but no smut, dirty talk, a most likely inaccurate childbirth telling, graphic detailing of blood and gore, this is not proofread! (if I miss any please let me know in a way youâre most comfortable!)
Rhaenyra Targaryen:
It was not the typical marriage you and your husband shared. For whilst you had never had a particular fondness for goose, he understood that and went after his own interest in tasting the variety the world provided him with.
So while he was off exploring, you were in the chambers of the heir of the realm. Showing her your devotion in the most unexpected of ways.
Yet soon, after nearly two years of marriage with no children, people were beginning to become suspicious of your womb. More specifically, your husbandâs own family. There was talk of them already arranging a second marriage for him as your womb was supposedly infertile. So after a talk with him, you and your husband for a whole of three months, with the help of Rhaenyra. And just when you thought your efforts were unsuccessful, the maester greeted you with a smile, and told you you were with child.
Your lover took the news surprisingly well, as Rhaenyra spent all hours of the day with you comparing possible names for the baby. Your husband had done his part in this game. Now, you and Nyra could spend your days eating the cake and kissing the days away. Acting oblivious to the hateful world surrounding the two three of you.
âWhat about Aurion?â Nyra suggests, a lazy smile on her lips as she places a fork with a large chunk of vanilla cake on the end between your lips.
âHmmmmmâ You hum, smiling in thought. âPerhaps letâs not raise more suspicions than weâd like my darling. How about something not so Valyrian?â
She laughs, and yet agrees with you with her smile turning strained and sad. Her hand reaches for your own instinctively and you quickly move to grab it and squeeze it tight. âAlright alright! What about Rhys? Ivan? Those are some more boring names!â
You laugh, and yet make sure to note them down somewhere in your head. You discuss names of girls also, just in case. Yet months later as you sat screaming your heart out on the birthing bed, those names disappeared as pain became all you know.
âYou must push my lady! The baby is trapped you must push!â One of the ladies in waiting says as she positions herself by your bottom half.
âIâM TRYING TO FUCKING PUSH!â You scream, sweat dripping down your face as your eyes screw shut. Your voice loud as the pain spreads further through you, till eventually you feel it all over.
Soon, the pain that blooms all over becomes numbing. Especially, when you feel your eyes becoming heavy, eventually shutting so all you see is black and the world becomes silent.
âWhat is happening?!â Rhaenyra screams, her face becoming pale as memories of her mother come flooding to her head. âWhat is happening to her?!â
âThe lady is haemorrhaging!â One of the maesters yells, a multitude of rags of all sorts in his hands as he attempts to stop the blood from further dripping onto the floor. The babe that had quite literally fallen out of your whilst you had fallen unconscious was quickly taken away by the ladies in waiting to be cleaned and attended to. So now, all focus was on keeping you alive. By order of the future Queen of Westeros.
It feels as thought it had taken hours to stop the bleeding. Yet that meant nothing till Rhaenyra who waited anxiously by your side with your hand in her own. Her fingers poised by your pulse so she can reassure herself that you were truly living beside her and not dead like her mother.
By the time you had finally begun to rouse from your deep slumber, the day had turned to night. And all those in the room were exhausted from the effort it took. The maesters in particular, who knew that if they allowed themselves to slack, the princess would soon be upon them with the fury of the dragons.
âMy loveâŠ.â Rhaenyra whispered, at this point uncaring of the multiple people in that room whoâd scuttle themselves to her father and the hand at the slightest chance of a scandal. âDo you hurt?â
âAs much as childbirth allows me to be inâŠâ You laugh, yet wincing as soon as your body moves. âI am glad you were here⊠i fear if you werenât-â
âDo not speak of such things!â Rhaenyra begs, her hands clutching your own tightly as if she was fearful you would drop dead. âI forbid it!â
âDo you say that as my future queen or as my friend?â You murmur, both knowing the true meaning of the word.
âI say that as both..â Rhaenyra whispers, kissing the top of your head as one of the ladies in waiting comes in holding the bundle containing your baby.
âItâs a daughter, my lady.â She says, walking over and placing her in your arms.
âSheâs beautifulâŠâ you canât help but say, brushing away one of her curls from her eyes. You can feel Rhaenyras eyes on you, and so you take her hand and somehow manage to pull her closer.
âI wish to name her Arya.â You firmly say, locking eyes with your daughter who begins to cry in hunger.
âBeautifulâŠâ Rhaenyra says, unable to tear her eyes from the sight of you beginning to breastfeed your child.
Alicent Hightower:
Even while Alicent was married to the king, yours and hers unique relationship had never once wavered. When Alicent had her children with the king, who did not even enter the room when the time of birth came, it was you who held her hand in place of her motherâs, and murmured soft words of encouragement and affirmation into her ears.
While you had your own, even though your mother was there to be by your side as a place of comfort, it was only Alicent name that sprung from your lips. Begging for her to come closer so you can hold her hand and beg her for mercy and encouragements.
Most recently, your third pregnancy had been said by the maesters to be the most difficult one yet. Pain was all you knew through those last few months. Pain in your legs from when you were forced to walk to the dining hall. Pain in your belly from where not only did the baby insist on kicking but also from the cramps the maesters insisted did not need to be further looked at.
Yet Alicent was always close by ready to lend a helping hand whenever the moment allowed her too. According to her, she still has the old treatment the maesters had prescribed her with just in case she fell pregnant again after Daeron.
âYou⊠my utter darling, are my world!â You moaned, eyes shut closed as Alicent carefully massaged the soothing ointment into the base of your feet. She continues to help whenever she can. The ointments and herbs she providing you with being much better than anything the dreading maesters couldâve ever given you.
Yet like most treatments, the effectiveness wore off. Soon, not even the most obscure of medicines would work on you. Pain was always lingering in every part of your body. Even in places you had no idea were on your body.
âI just want this babe out of me!â You groan one night while Alicent once again attempts to stop your pain using this time a supposed miracle working ointments from Lys. âNothing is fucking working!â
âWell complaining wonât solve anything!â Alicent attempts to jest, though quickly haults any other further attempt after a harsh glare worthy enough to rival the Strangers is sent hastily her way. âPerhaps it is the gods way of telling you how strong you are for having this child? A way to tell you how powerful your son will no doubt be in the future?â
âI would not care if I was to birth a dragon for gods sakes I only with for it to come out of me so I can no longer feel so fucking horrible!â You groan, âI have already told my lord husband that this shall be my last time on that fucking bed! If he even brings his cock within inches of me itâs being torn off his body and fed to your childrenâs dragons my love!â
âOh hush now!â Alicent scows, a rare bout of anger coming about her. âThe gods have their meanings and their ways! Though I for once shall agree with you. You will be having three beautiful children my love, and that is all you need. Perhaps you could give birth to a daughter and we can betroth her to Aemond?â
âPerhapsâŠâ
By the time the ninth moon has passed, it is quick to say that you were very much serious about this being your last child.
âGET THE FUCKING CHILD OUT OF ME!â You scream, the maesters wincing at the volume rivalling that of a child being born. Something your own child it seems is refusing to let happen. âRIP IT OUT IF MUST BUT IF I DIE I SHALL HAUNT THIS KEEP FOREVER MORE!â
âThere shall be no talk of dying on this bed from you!â Alicent yells, her grip on your hands almost as tight as your hand on hers.
The maesters voices cutting through though as they announce how they can see the babes head. Meaning to much your relief the pain will hopefully be soon over and you can hold the thing thatâs been hurting you for nearly nine moons in your arms to give it a stern talking off.
You make sure to push hard when the maesters tell you too, even pushing when they donât so you could hopefully get the babe out quicker. But even when you feel the babe quite literally fall out of you and hear its cries, the maesters make their own cries far more audible.
âAlicent what is happening?!â You ask, feeling what feels like warm liquid gushing from your lower half. Only she does not respond. Only turning paler than the sheets that with horror, you realise are turning a deep red from blood. Your blood.
And It only turns worse when you realise just how faint you feel. A once iron grip you had on Alicents hand turning weak and feeble as your eyes slowly begin shutting.
Itâs all a blur when you feel your body waking. Yet still your eyes have not grown enough strength to open, so itâs with great horror you realise you are still conscious but are practically unable to move. You are alive but it is as if your body is dead.
You can hear Alicent beg for your sake. And you realise with your heart beating frantically in your chest that you can also hear her hushing a baby you had not realised was crying this whole time. Your baby.
âYour mother is sleeping nowâŠâ You can hear her say, tears building in your eyes when you hear how damaged her voice sounds. âShe is strong, your mother. She will wake and see what a beautiful baby boy she has waiting for her⊠it wonât be long now. I promise.â
You try as hard as you can to open your eyes, yet your attempts prove to be impossible. Yet somehow, you manage to utter two words to your lover while your lower half screams in pain at you.
âThank youâŠâ
Daemon Targaryen:
It was no surprise to anyone when after a few mere moons after your marriage to the rogue Prince Daemon, you were announcing you were pregnant with his child.
The king had said his congratulations and announced a feast in his nephew or nieces name, and even Daemon had to admit the whole ceremony was wonderful.
Yet like everything in life, all good things must come to an end. The announcement of the first babe of the rogue prince turned sour as news quickly spread about how much pain you were in from them.
The babe refused to let you rest for even a second. All it did was kick and kick, and make you feel shitter than any other possible ailment in the world. You almost felt like having a conversation with the stranger after one too many bouts of particularly bad spells.
âYou must let your muña rest ñuha trÄsy⊠let ñuha jorrÄelagon restâŠâ Daemon murmurs one night against the swollen bulge of your stomach. The warmth his dragon like body providing you with being possibly the best thing heâs given you since the day you married him.
âYou know I do not understand a single thing you say in that tongue of yoursâŠâ You say, eyes closed as you relish in the lack of kicking and blinding pain. If it wasnât obvious before, it was at least obvious now that your child had chosen favourites.
âJust because you cannot understand something does not mean you cannot understand the beauty of it.â Daemon murmurs, his voice gentle and nurturing as he continues attempting to soothe you.
His words to others would be considered strange and out of character. But as youâve come to realise over the time of your betrothal and marriage, even though that shared time has lasted around only a year, you know deep down beneath the hardened dragon scale skin of his is a heart that bears solely for the life of those he loves. The latest addition being of course the babe of his own blood nestled in your belly.
It was such a lovely moment, and yet it seemed that would be the last of its kind the rest of the time your babe was steadily growing inside. The more time passed the less Daemons unusually warm body worked in soothing your unrelenting aches and pains.
âAre you okay ñuha jorrÄelagon?â He asks one evening, his brows furrowed in what has become a near constant state of stress and worry for you. For is has now nearly been a full nine moons of pregnancy, and with that, it means the babe will hopefully be born.
âUnless you can get this child out of me with no pain,â You grunt, mentally cursing Daemons cock for being what it was. âThen I suggest you leave me be and allow me to wallow with the seed you yourself placed within me!â
For the first time in a while, Daemons worried stricken face turns cheery as he laughs at the familiar wit of yours that helped him to fall in love with you in the first place. The rest of the day is filled with similar circumstances, as while the babe continues to make your days a misery, Daemon is right by your side never ever venturing too far away from you.
You suppose it is why he insisted on being by your side when two days pass and you were on the birthing bed, his hand locked firmly in yours while your screams echo off the walls. You swear you can feel your cunt tear and drip with blood, yet with how much you screamed you honestly couldnât be able to hear it.
âPlease Daemon!â You beg, a multitude of tears running down your face. âPlease make it stop!â
âItâll be over soon ñuha jorrÄelagonâŠâ Daemon tries to comfort you with soft words and a tight reassuring grip, and yet his face clear as day is struck with fear and nervousness.
âYou said that hours ago Daemon!â You sob, screaming even more as you feel the dragon spawn within you break even more of your innards. âI just want it out!â
âYou will my love you will! You are strong and brave and a fighter! You will not die today do you hear me!?â
Daemons hands envelope the sides of your head to force you to look and him, and yet heâs utterly horrified when your eyes roll to the back of your head and your hand that was once clutching his shirt for dear life falls limply by your side.
Daemons words reach no bounds as he insults the maesters and common people alike, swearing if his wife was to die then all shall die with her. So even in the seven hells his wife can make sure she achieves the justice she deserves.
Yet it somehow enrages him further when by the next hour, the maesters have managed to successfully take out the babe from within you, and present it to him as his first born, whilst other maesters make quick work of stemming the bleeding and disposing of the evidence.
Daemons eyes watche as a wet nurse moves to take his son into her arms and takes him into another room so she can clean his son, and itâs not until theyâve left does he begin to shout.
âIS THAT ALL IT TOOK? MY WIFE WAS SCREAMING IN AGONY ON THE BED, BLOOD POURING OUT, AND YET IT IS ONLY WHEN YOUR LIVES ARE THREATENED DO YOU HELP HER?!â He yells, his hand clutching the hilt of dark sister as a reminder that he has the upper hand. Heâs the prince of the realm. The rogue Prince. If he wanted to kill people then he will fucking kill someone.
The maesters faces turn ashen as they stand there, practically shaking as they fear for their lives. Daemon is almost tempted to actually kill them. To send a message that no one fucks around with the rogue princes wife. That is however, until he hears a stir behind him and feels a familiarly soft hand clutch his own that previously had clutched dark sister.
âMy love!â Daemon breathes, his face one of pure joy as he drops the sword hastily and moves to clutch your still weak body in his arms. âI was so worried!â
âWhat have you done with my Daemon?â He can hear you say, the laughter in your tone surprising considering what had just happened.
âDonât worry ñuha jorrÄelagon, he was here a few moments ago, about to kill some pathetic fucking maestersâŠâ Daemon begins, turning with a dark glare when he sees the said maesters still standing where they were before in fear. âBut I suggest they scarper before dark sister becomes hungry for rat blood once more!â
This time, Daemon doesnât turn back to watch them all practically run from the room. Not when there is someone in front of him so much more important.
âWhere are they?â You say, your movements still sluggish as you wince while trying to turn your body to look around the room.
âWhere is who ñuha jorrÄelagon?â Daemon asks, preoccupied with finding the cup of milk of the poppy one of the maesters had said was somewhere in the room. A hum of satisfaction slipping his lips when he eventually sees it and grabs it, before placing it by your lips to try and force you to drink it.
âWhereâs our baby?â You murmur, wincing again when the bitter taste of the drink runs down your throat. âI want to see them!â
âI will get him for you jorrÄelagon.â Daemon says, moving to the direction of where the wet nurse had taken his son too. When he does find her, he does not care for whatever she has to say. Instead just moving to take the boy in his arms and walk back to you, whoâs already sat up through the pain ready to see your son.
âOh DaemonâŠâ You breath, your eyes focused solely on the babe in his arms. âHeâs beautifulâŠâ
âHe takes after youâŠâ Daemon murmurs back. A soft smile on his face as he moves the boy into your arms. âWhat shall we name him my love?â
âWhat about Aenor? First of his nameâŠâ
âI love itâŠâ Daemon murmurs, kissing the top of your sweat soaked head and moving to perch against the edge of the bed transfixed by the holy sight in front of him. âI love youâŠâ
Aemond Targaryen:
Your husband wasnât anything except attentive. Every moment after finding out you were with child he spent within meters of yourself. Even when you slept, his hand was always placed on your stomach.
âI would never allow myself to live if you were hurt ñuha vÄzos.â Aemond would murmur against your skin, amongst other Valyrian words this time against the curve of your slowly swelling belly. Each one sending your skin further and further aflame with desire and love for your husband.
The whole pregnancy though, for the most of it, was smooth and ordinary. The baby had begun to kick a little after the fifth moon of your pregnancy, and Aemond was eager to experience every part of it. Yet when youâd passed the eighth moon, that was when everything began to turn on its head.
Pain was blooming in your stomach nearly everyday, and even with the maesters having to forcibly pour milk of the poppy down your throat, you had resisted firmly, not wanting the babies health to be put as such risk especially so close to the due date. Especially when you have been in the presence of the king, who openly abused the opioid near daily.
Yet the maesters with stern eyes and unwavering faces, claimed that if anything, it was the pain inside you that would risk the babies health. So whilst you wished pain on the maesters, they stood there stiffly with a near full to the brim cup of the drink. They watched every time you were needed to drink it. Even going as far as to make you open your mouth wide to make sure you werenât resisting.
Aemond though like he had done so earlier in your pregnancy, was never as far as an arms reach. He never said anything to maesters face to face, yet he certainly did not hide his anger from you when the two of you would lay in bed holding one another in a close embrace.
âIf it werenât for the babe, Iâd strike them where they standâŠâ Heâd begun to murmur. Starting his now usual evening moan about how according to him, they werenât good enough to care for his pregnant wife. Sometimes itâs sad as you realise how he at his lowest points believes even he is not good enough for you.
âDonât let that stop youâŠâ You indiscreetly murmur back, a clear glare on your face as you try to drink something to wash away the bitter taste of milk of the poppy.
âDont you tempt me now ñuha vÄzos⊠I very much can and will make my way to wherever those men lie and slaughter them before itâs time to break fast tomorrow.â Aemond chuckles, a comforting hand on your stomach where near instantly you can feel the babe kick twice. As if the babe was eager to say hello to its father.
âThatâs right ñuha valÄ«tsos⊠kepa is hereâŠâ Aemond murmurs, his deep voice sending shivers down your very spine. If you werenât already eight moons pregnant, you very well would be eager to take him right at this moment and take his seed deep inside till it takes root.
âYou are getting distracted valÄ«tsosâŠâ Aemond says, smirking at the dark blush that spreads on your face. It matters not how long youâve been married to Aemond for, since heâll always manage to find a way to fluster him. You suppose itâs as fun for him as it is for you to fluster him. Though you suppose by doing that is how you ended up in this position in the first placeâŠ
âHow can I not, when theres such a beautiful man in front of me?â You say, grinning triumphantly when Aemonds own face turns a light pink. Itâs not as dark as your own, but even seeing Aemond blush without him trying to hide himself away counts as a win to you.
The two of you revel in the rare soft moment between you both, and itâs not long before you both fall asleep holding each other.
It felt so perfect at that moment, as all the previous worries about the babe swept away. The both of you honestly didnât think the whole ordeal could get worse. That is however, until your waters broke and you were lying on the birthing bed. Your screams breaking Aemonds heart as he tries his best to comfort you to the best of his ability.
Yet his controlled anger and frustration comes out in waves as your screams continue further and further into the day, and the maesters it seems are no further to helping you than from when they started.
Aemond withholds every single urge to kill them for their insolence for your sake, given that they are supposedly they best men available to help bring his and your child into the world. Though when he sees your eyes roll to the back of your head and your body go limp after attempting to push the babe out again per the maesters instructions, all hell broke loose there and then.
âWhat have you done!?â Aemond yells, his voice whilst commanding also torn with how scared he feels at that moment. His uncles wife, and his grandsires wives had died in childbirth attempting to bring a child into the world. He cannot have such a thing happen to you.
âYou are meant to help my wife not fucking kill her! If she is to die today then so shall all of you! Your blood shall stain these walls if she dies do you all understand!â He yells, tears brimming in his eyes from how emotional he currently feels. Aemond refuses to let go of you hand as the maesters scurry around like rats to appease him.
Itâs not long before the sound of a babes cry brings him from his sorrowful thoughts.
âItâs a daughter my Prince.â One of the maesters says, before handing her off to a nearby maid presumably to go clean her off of all of your blood and other bodily fluids Aemond most certainly does not wish to be thinking of right now.
Instead, Aemond chooses to grab a lone damp cloth free from any uncleanliness, and carefully uses it to wipe away the sweat on your face. Yet even with all of that Aemond still believes you to be as beautiful as when he first ever saw you.
The sound of your blood onto the floor that Aemond had tried to ignore for his own sake earlier finally stops, and heâs grateful that the maid comes back with his daughter then so he doesnât have to think about any of that.
âI will give the baby to a wetnurse my Prince for her first feed.â The maid begins to say, about to walk away. That is however before she feels the princes hand clutching tightly on her shoulder forbidding her to leave.
âShe will feed from her mother.â Aemond says firmly, moving to take his daughter away from the silly womanâs grasp. ââTwas a decision me and my wife made and you shall respect that. Now leave.â
The maid stands there a moment surprised, even looking to the maesters for guidance in the situation. But when Aemond looks up at them with a cold glare on his face and a sneer on his lips, both the maesters and the maid make quick work on leaving the Prince with his daughter in his arms and his unconscious wife by his side.
He does not know how long it is till you finally begin to stir, and yet it does not matter. All that does matter is that you woke at all.
âHow are you feel ñuha vÄzos?â Aemond murmurs, his daughter in one arm as in the other he holds the cup holding the milk of the poppy he makes you drink. Making sure you donât waste a drop.
âLike Iâve given birthâŠâ You simply say, suddenly focusing on the baby in Aemonds arms. âIs that-â
âYes ñuha vÄzos. This is our daughter.â
Aemonds hands her to you, and when she begins to stir itâs almost instantly you bring down your dress and place her near your breast. Hissing slightly as she begins to immediately nurse from it.
âSheâs beautiful.â You find yourself saying, refusing to take your eyes from her. âShe looks like you sweet husband.â
âShe may look like me but I believe she has her motherâs beauty.â Aemond says, moving to hold your hand in his. âWhat shall we name her my love?â
âWhat about Elaenor?â
âItâs perfectâŠâ Aemond says, kissing the top of your head. âSheâs perfectâŠâ
Jacaerys Velaryon:
It appears Jacaerys was ever as loyal as they say. As even after being married in an arranged fashion, and finding out you were pregnant with his child after consummating the marriage, his presence was never far from you.
When in the middle of the night sickness plagued your body, it was Jace who was right there next to you with a bucket in hand. Even going as far as to hold your hair back with his hand so no sick could ruin it.
âIs this what it is like for all women?â Jace asks, attempting to smooth you while you once again throw your dinner up into a bucket, groaning whilst you do so.
âOnly the luckyâŠâ You moan, about to turn to look at your husband before you find yourself immediately needing to throw up again.
At first, it was strange to you to have a husband be so close and eager to be by up side, given the stories that your mother had told you. Yet now, you honestly could not think of your marriage without the little services Jace provides you with.
Whenever you find yourself craving a certain food, no matter how bizarre or disgusting it may seem to him, Jace was always willing to call a maid and inform her to make it for you.
âThank you husband.â You sigh in delight, chewing on some honey dipped carrots in the comfort of yours and Jaces bed.
âIt is no problem my lady.â He says, awkwardly perched by the edge of the bed covers while he watches you eat.
âYou can come closer JaceâŠâ You laugh, patting the side of the bed indicating your want to have him closer to you. His warmth comforting. His smile kind. âYou have seen me naked before. I do not think you have the ability right now to be shy. Call me by my name Jace. It is only fair since I have been calling you by yours.â
âOf course⊠wife.â Jace smiles, a strange girlish sounding giggle leaving your lips as he moves himself closer and opens his arms so he can enclose you in them. âHas the babe been bothering you much today?â
âOnly as much as usual.â You sigh, choosing to invite his pointed stare in honour of eating another one of your special foods. âThough not as much as I have been eating these.â
âThat is good.â He simply says, softly kissing the top of your head as he touches the skin of your arms with his hand. âThat is goodâŠâ He repeats again more gentler than the last.
The next few months all went smooth as they could go. You were still throwing up in the mornings and some evenings, and experienced some horrible cramps once every few weeks. What was the most difficult and painful thing you had to endure however, was the birth of the babe itself.
It felt like it was ripping out of you. Screams pierced the air as it felt as if the babe was determined to take your insides out with it.
âIt hurts!â You cry, holding Jaces hand so hard he has to hide any audible winces in pain, as whilst he is not the most experience man with women, he knew at that moment to not even think about saying his own pain. Not when he could tell his pain was like a mere headache compared to your own.
âIt will soon be over!â Jace says, trying to squeeze your hand in an attempt to comfort you and let you know he is here. But with how much pain is flowing through your system he honestly doubts you can feel it right now.
âI just want it out!â You yell, screaming again as the maester intruders you to push. Itâs almost like a rhythm, as when the maester tells you to push, you push. And when you push, you scream at the top of your lungs. Itâs like that for what feels like hours and hours on end.
Yet soon, itâs finally over, as the maester finally steps away from you holding a crying baby. The maester looks at him, and shows him his crying daughter.
âA daughter my Prince.â The maester says, placing her in Jaces arms. Your husbandâs eyes unable to tear away from the smallest child he thinks heâs ever seen. Possibly smaller than Joffrey from when he saw him as a child.
He turns to you to show you with a smile on his face, but that soon disappears when he sees your face.
âMy love?â Jace begins, looking worriedly at your pale sweat layered skin. âYou do not look wellâŠâ
You try to answer, and yet you even with all your strength you cannot even find yourself able to move your lips, your head even.
That though is when Jace turns his own head and sees the frantic moving of all the maesters and ladies in the room. Itâs when he hears a most frightening of sounds. The sound of your blood falling and dripping onto the stone floor. Itâs almost worse when he sees how deeply stained your dress is by your own blood.
Heâs frozen as he stands there, completey horrified by what heâs seeing and hearing and yet he cannot find himself able to move. His daughter still in his arms, only itâs when she begins to fuss and make sound does another lady in waiting take her into her own arms to put her from the room.
The maesters are beginning to yell now. At the ladies in waiting mainly but to each other a handful of times too. They sound too loud. But that may be because Jace hasnât said a word since you collapsed against a bed. He does not know what it is he should say. He does not know what it is he should do. His mother has insisted he be in the birthing room alone with his wife, and yet here he is standing alone in the middle of it looking like an idiot.
Yet while heâs thinking, itâs like some sort of driven force when he suddenly realises heâs been holding your hand. Your skin feeling cold and damp from sweat, and Jace stays there the entire time holding onto your hand and staring at you face. He commits to memory the rise and fall of your chest as you breathe, and the feeling of your heartbeat in his hand. He blocks out the sounds of chaos and panic, and chooses to focus on you.
Jacaerys slowly watches the colour bloom back into your face when the maesters finally manage to stem the flow of your blood and keep it inside you. Yet when he sees you open your eyes sluggish and exhausted, he cannot help but have his heart speed in happiness and joy. The smiles may have to come later though.
"My love, how do you feel?" Jace asks, still clutching your hand as he edges himself closer to you.
"Like l've given birth.." You simply say, even smiling as you slowly turn your head to look around the room. "Where is the babe?"
"She is with one of the ladies in the other room, if you wish me to fetch her I shall." He asks, watching as your eyes widen and your mouth fall open in what he can only say in a comedic fashion. Not that he'd dare mention that here though that is.
"We have a daughterâŠ" You say, so silently that he barely even heard you. "Yes. Yes I want to see her!"
"I will go get the lady." Jace says, letting go of your hand for the first time in hours and admittedly as soon as he escapes your sights wipes the thick layer of sweat lingering on his hand on his shirt.
When he arrives back with his daughter in his arms though, he cannot help but smile as he watches your entire face light up at the sight of the babe with what could only be utter awe.
"We did that..." You say, reaching out and immediately rocking the small girl when she's in your arms. "We made her..."
âYesâŠâ Jace canât help but agree with you, placing his hand on you as he sits beside you on the bed, watching you as you hold his and your child closely to your breasts. âWe made herâŠâ
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