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Rotten Apples, part 9

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part one , part two , part three , part four , part five , part six , part seven , part eight

18+ MINORS DNI

pairing: caleb x non!mc reader

synopsis: a half-day in the life of a normal couple! you attend jane's wedding. the reception gets messy

word count: 15.1k words

warnings: slightly proofread! i wrote this in one sitting ... don't judge too hard

author's note: okay y'all i know this is a heavy chapter but like ... we love to see it, right?

content warning: mentions of death, angst at the end, suggestive content, kissing, vulgar language, let me know if i missed anything

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“Did you fuck the Colonel?”

“Excuse me?” you blink at your computer screen, swiveling in your chair to look at your co-worker, Alivia. You point at the large, digital clock in the room. “It’s nine in the morning.”

“Okay? And?” Alivia pushes away from her desk, her chair scraping across the floor. Your brows furrow.

You look around, unsure of what the fuck is happening. It is your first day back from the Summit, having spent the travel day off thanks to the General, and you could barely focus on the task at hand since your body is still so deliciously sore from Caleb. You even wore a turtleneck to work today since your neck is just covered in love bites and hickeys from Caleb. When he said he wasn’t going to leave a spot untouched, he meant it! Even the skin of your thighs and breasts are covered in the dark purple and red marks, none of them having lightened up just yet.

“You fucked him, didn’t you? Diana will not shut up about it in the break room—”

“Why the fuck is she talking about it?” you lean forward and grab Alivia’s wrist, irritation flashing across your face. “She doesn’t know shit!” you whisper yell. Alivia smirks at you, laying her free hand on top of yours, her fingernails mischievously scratching your skin.

“So it’s true!” she lowers her voice. You roll your eyes and begin to pull away when she drags you back to her. “You did fuck him!”

“So what if I did?” you nervously laugh, trying to cover your ass as best as you can. “It’s not like he’s going to walk in here and point to me and declare his love for me—” you turn in your chair, making a big movement with your arm, and face the door where Caleb stands, his Colonel hat tucked under his arm, “—motherfucker! You scared me!”

“Language,” his voice is half-amused, his stoic face almost breaking. Almost.

Alivia looks between you two, a smirk forming on her face. You glance at her smug reaction and roll your eyes, listening to the awkward scrapes of her chair legs as she moves back to her desk. Remaining in your seat, you watch as Caleb crosses the office space. Every step makes your heart either skip a beat or speed up, no in between. If he gets any closer, you may just have a heart attack and die in his arms.

There are worse fates out there, though, so it doesn’t seem too bad.

His Evol helps guide an empty chair to your side, sitting down in it. He places his cap on your desk, right next to the picture of you and your parents at your college graduation. He tilts his head to the side, corner of his lips quirking up for a split second before falling.

“And what can I do to help you out today, Colonel Caleb?” your voice is sweet yet there is a underlying desire for him veiled behind every word. His purple eyes fix on yours, the air becoming thin between the two of you.

“I was wondering if a certain translator could help me out with a small project,” he leans back in the chair, manspreading. It takes everything in you to not look down at his lap. You force a smile onto your lips, eyes memorizing every detail of Caleb’s face all over again, you know, just in case anything changed from this morning.

“What language is it?” you ask, feeling your chair slowly move closer to his.

“Does it matter?” he counters with a perked up eyebrow.

Ah, so that’s why he’s here. He just wants to see you. How sweet! Maybe a visit to his office won’t be too bad, no?

Alivia’s, who watches from the side, jaw drops. Her eyes won’t leave you two, watching how you don’t push back against the Colonel pulling you closer. To her, this is like a teenage drama where the. Two main characters are finally getting together. It’s thrilling! It’s so painfully obvious, too, that you two are flirting. She should file a complaint to HR, right? No! That would mean that her and the other translators will lose their only source of entertainment. She can’t risk it!

The woman turns to her computer and opens up the Fleet’s messaging board. She furiously types as you and Caleb gaze into each others eyes, his hands now boldly resting on your thighs. She presses the ‘send’ button and your computer dings.

Do you dare to break away from the Colonel’s gaze? You have always been so defiant, haven’t you?

You angle your face away, feeling Caleb’s gaze burn into the side of your face. Alivia’s notification hangs in the corner of your screen. Her words make you smile, a small laugh escaping your lips. Caleb squeezes your thighs, drawing your attention back to him. His brows knit together, slight annoyance written all over his face.

“What’s so funny?” he asks. You don’t immediately reply. Instead you slightly push your chair back and cross one leg over the other. His hands leave your thighs. Caleb matches your posture, crossing his arms over his decorated chest. “Your Colonel asked you something.”

Oh my goodness…you will definitely be asking him to say that to you later when you’re alone.

“Us translators are thinking of going on a strike, Colonel Caleb,” your tone is light, playful yet serious, “our working conditions are horrendous. Just absolutely atrocious.”

“Oh?”

“Yes sir,” you smirk, watching as Caleb’s eyes slightly widen. Oh, how you love teasing him at work…something that just started thirty seconds ago but still! You are enjoying it so much so far! Who knew that you can hold so much power with a few simple words?

“Is there anything that I can do to make your working conditions…better?”

Is there a hidden tone of lust in his voice? Oh, Caleb, you dirty dog!

“We would like more paid vacation days, more time off, better chairs because these ones just fucking suck — you know what? Scratch that, we want better offices. Ones with windows, please,” you lean forward, suddenly dropping your playful flirting and becoming quite serious. Caleb picks up on this and straightens his posture, listening intently. “Are you writing this down? I feel like you should be writing this down—”

“I’ll remember it,” Caleb sneaks in a wink, liking how you have slowly inched closer to him. The tips of his gloved hands rest against your bare knees, skirt slowly riding up from your posture.

“Don’t forget the coffee machine!” Alivia calls out from behind you. You turn around and nod, giving her a thumbs up, before turning back to Caleb.

“And we want a badass coffee machine. Non-negotiable. Preferably one that does espresso. We’re all kind of addicted down here,” you lean in and whisper the last part, nudging Caleb’s arm. A quiet chuckle emits from his throat but never leaves his mouth, his eyes looking down at you.

Caleb always knew you were charming. Even as kids, you were able to talk your parents out of a long grounding with simple reasoning and light manipulation. You knew exactly when to pull out your puppy dog eyes and when to make your voice just raspy enough to make it seem like you were about to cry. He would watch your artistry at work go down from outside your house and through the large window that showcases the living room inside your house. The curtains were drawn open as you put on your show, the young boy in awe of how well you handled the situation. Hell! They even gave you money to go have fun at the arcade with him and her when you were done! Needless to say, you’re a genius mastermind!

“Is that all?” he asks, hiding the smile that threatens to break across his face.

“I…I think so,” you slowly nod, racking your brain’s rolodex of notes to figure out if there is indeed anything that you are missing. Nope! You’re good. You give Caleb one final nod, one that he copies, and adjust yourself in your seat, fixing your pencil skirt so your legs have some breathing room.

“I’ll talk with my supervisors,” Caleb feeds into the dramatics of your threat to go on strike. He pushes back into the chair, puffing his chest out a bit just for you sake (and it works), before standing up. “I do need to borrow you for a project, though.”

You open your mouth to protest but are quickly shut up by Caleb grabbing your belongings, plucking them from the desk as if they are his. All you can do is blink and watch as he slips them into your bag. The Colonel places his hat on his head and finally turns to you, flicking his head towards the door.

“Come on,” he places your bag in your lap, because a Colonel simply cannot hold a lower ranking person’s belongings, and heads for the door.

“Nice touch, Colonel, very nice,” you roll your eyes at him. You purse your lips and wrap your fingers around the straps of your bag. You glare at the back of his head, his broad shoulders slipping out of view.

After a couple of moments, because of course you’re going to make him wait a minute or two, you stand from your chair. Alivia is quick when she approaches your side, looking up at you with big eyes. She slaps your arms and back, pushing you towards the doors. You want to protest before you’re pushed out into the hallway.

“Go get us that coffee machine!” Alivia smiles. She slams the door in your face. You blink at the metal material and feel something tap the back of your hand. You turn and look up at Caleb, who looks down at you with big and glowing purple eyes, the orange and bronze color more vibrant than usual today.

Or maybe it’s because whenever you look at him, the world becomes more vibrant and full of life. The song that birds sing become more romantic in tone than playful. You suddenly don’t mind the fact that he has control over your work life and home life.

After all, you aren’t the same woman you were two months ago.

Caleb leans down, his breath hot on the side of your face. Your heart flutters. The heat from his body mixes in with yours. You ignore the world that has you surrounded, the other Fleet officers and employees can keep their comments to themselves and shove it! You’re with Caleb…that’s all that matters.

“We’re taking another day off for…work reasons…I hope that’s okay with you,” his voice is low in your ear. It itches your brain in just the right way, the rasp and gravel from his volume drawing you closer to him. You look up when he pulls away from you and bat your eyelashes at him. Caleb’s eyes slightly darken for a brief moment before they revert to their usual bright and light appearance. You nod. “Good. Let’s go.”

The Colonel slips past you, his Evol gently pushing you with him to keep up because the man can be very impatient at times and this just happens to be one of those moments. Your feet scuff the dark floor, stumbling over each other as you’re taken to the same elevator you were brought in when you met Caleb for the second time. You step inside, Caleb standing to the side of you with his hands behind his back. You tilt your head to look up at him, fingers tightening around the strap of your bag.

He’s so tall. And so, so broad. His hair is a bit shaggy towards the back, the length definitely growing past its usual short length. His hands are obscenely large in his black leather gloves. You watch as he reaches out and pokes a button, one that will lead you to the officers’ special parking garage. As he moves back in place, you catch a glimpse of his neck. Just barely over the collar of his dress shirt is a glimpse of a hickey, one that you gave him the night before when he pretended to be asleep, taking up the entirety of your bed like it was his own.

“Do I have something on my face?” Caleb asks, just barely glancing over at you as the elevator slowly moves downward. You shake your head no, looking forward and at the silver elevator doors.

“No, not on your face,” you play it off as cool as you can, unable to contain the playful smirk that passes on your face. “There is a little something on your neck, though.”

Caleb’s chuckle is a puff if air. The elevator doors slide open. He turns to you, tilting his head to the side. There is a playfulness behind his eyes. It’s matched with a hint of desire, maybe even a challenge if you’re up for it. Without another word, you step out of the elevator and into the unknown, yet very well lit, parking garage.

It’s your second time inside since Caleb drove you to work this morning. The walls are white with blue and black lines running across the perimeter. The ground is smooth yet touch enough for the car tires to have some friction to hold onto. There is no trash, as one would expect to see in any other parking garage in the world, and there are no tire marks on the ground. You look around, narrowing your eyes as you think back to this morning, trying to remember what direction Caleb parked in.

Caleb watches you, making sure to tilt his face away from the parking garage’s security cameras so he can fully smile at you without the pressure of the Fleet breathing down his neck. He matches the pace of your steps, remaining close behind and ready to guide you if you move in the wrong direction. His amethyst eyes follow as you slow down. Your head swivels back and forth, looking at both sides of the garage. He continues at his pace, though, and walks closer to you, a faint whiff of your spiced perfume hitting his nose.

You hesitate in your step, feeling his chest collide with your back. A gasp flies from your lips. Caleb presses his hands on top of your shoulders, his warmth seeping into your skin through the layer of leather and the fabric of your turtle neck sweater. Goosebumps form under his touch, chills running down your spine. He leans down, lips brushing against the shell of your ear, slowly angling your body to the right side of the garage.

“This way, pretty bird,” he whispers into your ear. He lingers, not wanting to pull away, to forever remain attached to you. Your body perfectly fits his. Whenever he touches you, sparks ignite between your bodies.

To him, you are like the sun. Bright and beautiful with a strong gravitational pull that he’ll never be able to escape. Maybe you’re like a black hole and he has passed the point of no return, ready to be pulled apart at the atomic level, to be spaghettified. Caleb will go through the grueling process if it means that he’ll forever remain at your side (and inside you) for the rest of your lives.

You flake away from his touch, having to put some distance between you two before the camera capture a video that is not safe for work. Your heart pounds inside your chest, the tips of your ears a bright pink color. Your feet carry you away from him and in the direction he turned you in, your eyes soon capturing sight of his car. Making a beeline for it, you reach the passenger side door, hand resting on the handle, desperately needing to get inside.

Your gaze darts to him. He saunters towards the car, keys floating above the palm of his hand. Your face falls. He’s teasing you. How dare he! Removing your hand from the door’s handle, you cross your arms over your chest and pop a hip out. A quiet chuckle escapes his lips. He rounds the car and slips into your proximity once again, his cologne filling your nostrils.

Your lips part, back pressed against the door of the car. Caleb reaches beside you, his fingers looping into the car door’s handle. He leans down, the brim of his cat now shadowing your faces from the cameras. You gulp. Butterflies erupt in your stomach. The corner of his lips tugs up into a sly smirk. He pulls against the door, propping it ajar as your body is moved into his.

Fuck, he’s intoxicating.

“Your place or mine?” Caleb asks you in a low voice. His left hand twitches, fighting the urge to reach out and cup your face, to bring your lips to his in a kiss that he will fully surrender himself into.

“Yours,” you breathe the words out, your eyes fixated on his lips. He nods and guides you away from the door, fully opening and helping you inside, placing your bag into the backseat of the car. You immediately move to fix your skirt, finding a spot that’s comfortable in his expensive car.

A gentle blue light remains around the edges of the war, woven into the material, looking seamless in its design. You smile at it, always liking how it looks, and listen as the driver’s side door opens, the car dipping when he gets inside. You glance at him with a warm smile, knees locked together and angled towards him just the way he likes it (as he informed you this morning, of course). You reach behind you, Caleb getting settled in at your side and ignites the engine to life, and grab a tube of chapstick from your bag, slowly applying it to your lips.

Caleb finally returns your smile, placing his Colonel’s hat in your lap. He reaches over, his hand gripping the seatbelt. The side of his face hovers next to yours as he weaves it across your body, locking the metal piece in place. Before he can pull away, you close the minuscule distance and press a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Caleb freezes. His smile grows wider and his face goes warm. You cup the side of his face, the one that isn’t facing you, and bring his head back to yours. His face grows more and more pink with every kiss that you give him. He melts into you, fully giving in as the scent of your chapstick fills the car. He tilts his face to the side, quietly chuckling.

“You missed a spot,” he murmurs, eyes flickering to you.

“Oh? Did I?” you scrunch your face at him, giggling. “Allow me to remedy that!” You press a few more kisses to the side of his face, purposefully missing his lips no matter how hard he tries to get you to press your lips to his. Once you’re done and satisfied with your work, your hand drops from his face, resting in your lap.

“Is that it?” Caleb whines, slowly retreating back into his seat. You nod and turn your face to his so you can rub it in his face that he didn’t get what he wanted.

Well…maybe you wanted him to take it.

You match Caleb’s head tilt. His purple eyes gloss over, bottom lip pouted out, slightly trembling. You narrow your eyes at him. He leans in but you draw back, wanting to play this game just a little bit longer.

“This isn’t fair,” he dramatically sighs, “you’re a bully.”

“You know what isn’t fair? Is you pulling out a puppy dog face, Caleb,” you shoot back, “you’re a grown ass man and yet I feel like I just kicked you.”

“You did kick me,” Caleb draws back and into his seat. He slaps his hands over his heart, a single tear rolling down his cheek. Now how the fuck did he manage to do that. “You kicked me in my emotions! I’m ruined! How will I ever survive, pretty bird?”

You roll your eyes despite the strings inside your heart aching and being pulled at. A sigh slowly leaves your lips followed by an eye roll. You scoff, looking between him and the dashboard in front of you. He bats his eyes when you make eye contact.

“Fine! Fuck! Whatever!” you throw your hands up into the air. Caleb’s frown is immediately replaced with a smile and he leans forward, making you meet him halfway. You press your lips against his, staying there for two seconds before beginning to pull away.

Caleb, on the other hand, has a different idea. His hand captures the back of your head and pulls you can to him. The kiss and lengthened, the man deepening it as his tongue slips inside your mouth. A sigh falls from your lips, pushing into him, but he’s the one that pulls away this time. He cups your cheek, thumb swiping off the leftover saliva that remains. He licks his lips and stares at yours. You’re already breathless.

“Let’s go home, shall we?” Caleb asks. You nod as an answer, in a lovestruck trance he’s pushed you into. He nods back and smirks, one hand on the steering wheel as the car moves out of its spot.

You melt into the passenger seat, a drunken smile on your face. A giggle threatens to leave your mouth but you swallow it. Caleb glances at you, placing his hand on your thigh, fingers pushing your skirt up by a few centimeters. You blush and look outside the tinted window, covering your face with your hands.

Your heart is just so full with love and happiness. You barely notice Skyhaven pass you by, the man weaving through the traffic like a professional, and keep your eyes away from his. He squeezes your thigh, his hand slowly creeping up and under your skirt. You push it back down, shaking your head.

Not yet.

Caleb takes the hint and keeps his eyes on the road, massaging the plushness of your thigh, loving the way your skin is so soft against his rough hands. He sighs from content, relaxing into his seat as he accelerates the car, needing to get you into his apartment as soon as possible.

This is the first time you are at his place. Caleb has been at your shabby apartment many times, having already grown accustomed to the messy environment that you live in. He helped clean up a bit, organizing it so it’ll be spotless no matter what you throw at it.

You have asked him about his apartment plenty of times. You asked about the color of his walls, the type of furniture he has, how many rooms his Colonel salary managed to get him. He joked with you, asking if you wanted to claim the leftover ones for yourself. Shamelessly, you said yes, joking that you need a room for relaxing, a room for arts and crafts, a room for your clothes, one for your shoes, and one that will serve as your personal make up room for the times you need to be alone while doing make up. Caleb laughed with you. It didn’t take much convincing for him to give you every single room, claiming that all he needs is the spot in bed next to yours to be happy.

Needless to say, your heart skipped a beat and you swooned over his sweet words.

You follow close behind him, holding your bag at your side, his Colonel hat resting on the top of your head. He holds one of your hands, arm outstretched as he takes the lead. His dress jacket is draped over his arm, the black dress shirt doing his back muscles no justice, hiding the way they flex with every move and step.

“Your hallway is much more elegant than mine,” you comment. He steals a look of you from over his shoulder. He chuckles and tugs you forward, wrapping his arm around your waist. You lean into him with a smile, pausing when you reach his door.

The door to his apartment is large. There’s only one other door, which is on the other side of the hallway all the way down on the west end while Caleb’s sits in the east. You look up at him, containing another laugh as he fumbles with his jacket to press his thumb to the pad on the door.

“Even your door is more elegant than mine.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell,” Caleb quips, the door finally clicking open. He pushes the heavy door open with one push. You dip under his arm and he’s quick to follow, closing the door.

Your jaw drops at the sight. After a quick scan of the immediate area. The space is large — outrageously so! The wall of the living room is a collection of floor to ceiling windows, gray curtains drawn open so the morning sun can leak inside the place. A large black couch sits in the middle of the room. A pair of chairs sit opposite of it. Slender lights hang from the ceiling at different heights. The space is dark with warm yellow lighting.

It’s so fucking nice, too!

You turn to Caleb, a look of shock and annoyance plastered across your face. He raises an eyebrow, gently taking your belongings from your arms and into his.

“What?”

“You’re…rich.”

“Well—”

“You made me pay for dinner last night!” you smack his arm with the flat side of your phone. Caleb’s eyes shoot open. He’s quick to get away from you, scurrying down a hallway just to your right. You follow him, slapping his back before jumping on his back. He holds you with ease, propping open one of the doors, which leads inside an unused bedroom, and places your belongings onto the bed. You hook an arm around his neck, tightening it. “I can’t believe you!”

Caleb laughs and exits the room, kicking the door closed behind him. You slowly tighten your arm around his neck, his chin resting on the crook of your elbow. His throat closes in on itself, the tall man quickly dipping inside the bedroom that he uses. He lets out a comedic wheeze as if you’re actually hurting him. You gasp and release your grip on him. Caleb takes your moment of weakness and plops you onto his bed.

“Hey! No fair!” you call out at him. He laughs and drops his body on top of yours.

His weight traps you between him and the mattress, not that you’re complaining anyways, and he drops his head next to yours. Your phone drops next to your head, the machine laughing at you for getting caught in Caleb’s trap so easily. His lips brush against your ear, the man making sure to move your hair to the other side of your head so he doesn’t accidentally tug on it, and he blows out a steady stream of air. You gasp and smack his back. You call him a motherfucker and pinch his side. He laughs and nuzzles his face into your neck, making himself at home.

“You’re so warm,” he whispers from delight, “and you smell good.”

You roll your eyes, scoffing. Your gaze falls to the window in his bedroom. It’s a nice view of Skyhaven, his place overlooking the tops of many buildings. His floor would directly be in the clouds on a gloomy day. You make a note to invade his space on one of those days.

Caleb glances up at you. His smile grows on his face when he notices you lost in thought. He grabs the fabric of your turtle neck sweater and tugs it down, looking at his work from the previous night. He hums to himself. His hand slips under the gentle fabric of your sweater, resting on your side. He listens to your heartbeat as it quickens before relaxing into a steady thump. In one fluid movement, Caleb shifts so he lays beside you, his hand still attached to your hip.

He pushes up the material, exposing your warm skin to the cold air of the apartment. Goosebumps form across your skin but his thumb is quick to wipe them away. You glance down at him, lips barely parted, before tearing your gaze away, choosing to focus on something else and not him. His face snaps up to yours. He shimmies back up and you laugh at how cute he is.

Caleb places his chin on your collarbone. Your fingers slip into his dark brown hair and slowly begin to scratch and massage his scalp. His eyes close and he fully places his head’s weight onto your chest. His ear sits right above your heart. He listens to the calm beats, his fingers still massaging gentle circles into the skin of your hip.

The moment is domestic. There are no underlying or hidden messages in either of your words and actions. Truth reigns here. There is no enemy other than the time that passes you by, the clock slowly counting down until you are eventually ripped away from each other, whether it is a mission or death.

“Hey, pretty bird?” Caleb whispers, his eyes now focused on your exposed skin. You hum in response, heartbeat slowly picking up its pace. “Can I kiss you?”

“You don’t need to ask,” your response is quick.

Caleb nods with a small smile. He closes the distance between your faces, now at eye level with you, and gently presses his lips to yours. You hold his head in place, fingers slightly tightening around his dark locks of hair.

The kiss is slow, tender. There is no need to hurry it or hasten your actions. There is no urgency due to lack of time or if you are about to be caught. Your breaths turn into one, eyes closed as you take your time with the kiss. The two of you smile against each other’s lips, slowly deepening the kiss, his tongue pushing inside your mouth. You sigh and lean into the kiss.

Caleb’s hand pushes up your sweater, your side and stomach now exposed to the bedroom’s atmosphere. You hiss against his mouth, the cold air shocking you back to life. His large palm rubs up and down your skin, warming you up. He murmurs a quiet sorry into your mouth.

His hand leaves your side, knees digging into the mattress beside you. Caleb’s touch is electric. Your body shudders under his touch, your hands still attached to the back of his head and hardened bicep. You squeeze his arm, silently giving him permission to go farther. Your lips move in sync with each other. He tilts his head one way and you follow, pursuing him to continue the kiss. Caleb’s fingers break the barrier between your skin and skin, slipping below the surface.

Your phone above your head vibrates. You groan and ignore it, pulling Caleb’s face back to yours when he pulls away. The vibrations stop and his hand moves further down, reaching your panties. He’s about to go further when your phone vibrates again.

Caleb’s hand leaves your skirt. He pulls away from your kiss, glaring at your phone. Your head rolls back onto the mattress, staring at the ceiling. He snatched the phone from the mattress and looks at the name, turning the screen to face you. It’s Jane, your friend and bride-to-be. You roll your eyes and click the decline button. Caleb smiles and moves to place your phone to the side when Jane’s face lights up your screen again. This time, it’s a video call. You swipe the phone from Caleb’s hand. He immediately plops back into your embrace, burying his face into your neck.

“Jane!” you groan, irritation laced within your voice. “What do you need?”

“Oh! She’s snappy today!” Jane laughs. She sits at her kitchen counter, using a knife to peel an apple. She barely looks at the screen. Her posture is casual and slouched. A man passes from behind her and kisses her head.

“Hey,” the man greets you with a wave. You smile and nod back. Caleb turns his head to the side, glaring at the masculine voice that came from the phone, purple eyes hot with jealously and protection.

“Hi,” you greet back, looking at Jane, “spit it out. What do you need?”

“Oh my god! You’re so mean!” Jane finally looks at the screen. She leans in closer, brows knitting together. You match her expression, feeling Caleb’s nose nuzzle back into your skin. He draws your leg up to wrap around his waist, fingers grazing up and down the side of your leg. “Oh my god…who are you with?”

“Jane—”

“Is that The Colonel?!” she screeches. She hops from her chair and snatches the phone, her face now taking up the entire screen. You roll your eyes. Caleb chuckles, his breath hot against your neck, causing your to squirm. In the corner of the screen, you look at yourself, noticing Caleb’s head of hair poorly cropped out. “It is! Oh my god! Hi, Colonel!”

“Please don’t talk to him,” you roll your eyes, “you’ll only boost his ego some more.”

“Hi Jane,” Caleb finally turns his head to look at the screen, a bright and charming smile on his face. You groan and tilt the phone so he takes up the entirety of the screen. Jane waves to him, clapping her hands together. “What happened to the Machine nickname?”

“Hi! And ask your girlfriend! She was the one who told our group chat to refer to you as that!” Jane informs him, rushing to her fiancé to show him Caleb’s face. “Say hi to my fiancé!”

“Hi, Jane’s fiancé,” Caleb hums, chuckling. You fake throw up and he catches you, his Evol holding the phone in the air now. It pushes away from you, showcasing both you and Caleb.

“You should bring him to the wedding, girl! You do have a plus one!” Jane smiles.

Your eyes go wide. You can feel Caleb’s gaze fix on the side of your face, burning into your skin. Your cheeks go pink. Caleb smugly smirks before turning his attention to the phone screen.

“Wedding, huh?” his tone is oh so cocky. It drives you crazy. “I didn’t know about the wedding.”

“She didn’t tell you? What a loser! Take this as your invite then, Colonel Caleb! You are more than welcome to join us! Do you like steak? You seem like a steak guy. I’ll mark you down for steak!” Jane snaps her fingers at her fiancé, who quickly writes down the note for her. “And you’re so lucky that we had a last minute drop out! I’ll be able to place you next to your girlfriend!”

“I am lucky!” Caleb smirks, turning his attention back over to you. You glare at him, totally unamused as to how well he gets along with Jane. “When is it?”

“Tomorrow!” Jane beams.

��No it’s not,” you scoff, “it’s next weekend—”

“Oh, you beautiful, beautiful idiot. It’s tomorrow,” Jane informs you.

Your blood runs cold for the umpteenth time today. Caleb notices this and is quick to cover for you, using his charming smile to help cover for your mistake.

“You know how she is,” Caleb begins, “she’s always been so forgetful! We just came back from a work trip and she’s been exhausted. We’ll see you tomorrow, yeah? Great! Bye!” Caleb ends the call before Jane can continue. The phone falls on the bed above your heads.

You cover your face with your hands. Caleb props himself up over you. He chuckles and uses one hand to gently remove yours from your face. You let him, too, and frown when your eyes meet. He matches it and brushes some of your hair out of your face.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Caleb asks, leaning down to peck your lips. You sigh and push him away, slowly sitting up. He brings you onto his lap and pulls you back down with you on top this time.

“I forgot her wedding,” you drop your head next to his. Your hair covers his face, obscuring his vision. He doesn’t fight it, though, and instead accepts his fate.

“That’s okay! It’s happens to—”

“Her wedding is tomorrow and my neck looks like a fucking crime scene happened!”

“Oh. Right,” Caleb sheepishly laughs. He sits you two back up, purple eyes meeting a hot and angry glare. He goes quiet, hands remaining on your waist. “How can we—”

“I’m a bridesmaid, Caleb!” you take your anger out on his chest. He lets you. “You have lost all privileges that access you to my neck! And other exposed areas!”

“What?” his jaw drops, “No! That’s not—”

You flee his arms in a frenzy. Dipping out of his bedroom, you rush to the room where he tossed your belongings. Frantically grabbing your bag, you feel Caleb’s hands grab your shoulders. He leans down and kisses your cheek. You pull away from him. He moves his hands to your waist, wrapping both arms around you. His body engulfs yours, pulling you into his body heat.

“Caleb…I have to go pack,” you breathe out.

“You can help me pack first! Then we can go to yours!”

“You suck. You’re buying the tickets for the Coelum Express. Both there AND back, motherfucker,” you try to wiggle away from him but fail. His laugh is loud in your ear. You stop fighting against him and sigh, placing your full weight into his hands, even making your legs go limp so he has to hold you. “Fine, fine. We can do that, but you need to get two more things to help remedy my neck situation.”

“Yeah? And what’s that?”

“A shit ton of peanut butter and a whisk.”

“Sounds kinky.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The sun is shining in Linkon, even brighter than it would have in Skyhaven. There are no clouds in the sky, the vast blue having a few dark specks from birds that fly by. It’s windy as well, the skirt of your pastel colored dress kicking up in the wind. The material is like silk, just a thin layer between you and the outside world.

Jane told the bridesmaids to be at the venue at a certain time, opting to be a carefree bride for the day of her wedding. Every bridesmaid knows how to do their makeup and hair, helping save Jane money for her own makeup and hair. They were to arrive two hours before the wedding to take pictures.

You stand inside your childhood bedroom, leaning in close to a mirror as Caleb watches you from your bed. You finish the last bit of mascara, your eyelashes evenly coated, and place the tube back down onto the vanity. A few polaroid pictures are tucked between the wood and mirror; pictures of you and your friends in high school litter the perimeter. None feature Caleb, though.

“You look amazing,” Caleb coos from the bed. You smile and turn around, leaning against the vanity.

You stare at him, eyes running up and down his body as he stands from the bed. His outfit is nice, finally freeing himself from his Colonel uniform. Besides, you want Caleb to be here, not the Colonel. His dark navy blue suit jacket lays on the bed, his white dress shirt’s sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His pants match the suit jacket.

“You look very pretty as well,” you respond, slipping into his arms as soon as he opens them. He closes his eyes and rests his chin on the top of your head. He mutters a quiet thank you, to which you hum in response.

The two of you stand in silence. The sound of the outside wind and the quiet sound of your music fills the room. For once, you don’t feel anxiety clinging to your bones, rattling you. There is no voice inside of your head telling you that you suck and need to stay away from Caleb for everyone’s sake. You don’t have her voice in your head either, screaming at you about how bad of a person you are.

Caleb’s arms are your safe space. While in them, your mind goes blank. Quiet. Peaceful. It’s serene.

“We need to leave soon,” you smush your cheek into his chest, eyes closed. He holds the back of your head, making sure that he doesn’t mess up your hair that took an hour and a half to complete.

“Five more minutes,” Caleb whispers back. You nod.

When five minutes go by, neither of you let go, holding on for just a couple more seconds before slipping away. You step to the bed and grab his jacket, helping him slip it on once he gets his sleeves pushed back down. You flatten out the wrinkles on his shoulders and pick off the leftover lint and other small flecks that make his image imperfect.

He takes your hand and guides you out of the house, grabbing an extra pair of sneakers for you when your feet begin to hurt from being in heels for too long. He tosses them into the backseat after helping you into the passenger side. He settles in beside you and pulls out of the driveway, heading towards the venue.

“So, is there anybody I need to know who is going to be there?” Caleb asks. Your fingers are laced together and rest on the center console.

“Great question,” you respond while looking out the window.

The citizens of Linkon city have always been so happy, much happier compared to the people in Skyhaven. They wear bright smiles on their faces and wave at people who pass them on the sidewalk. You can’t remember the last time you smiled and waved to a random stranger was.

“Well, there’s the girls you met at the club that one night,” you breathe out, “and there’s just the guys who were in our friend group…but they’re all assholes now so you don’t really need to be nice to them.”

Caleb’s jaw tightens at the mention of your male college friends. He relaxes, though, when you tell him he doesn’t need to be nice. He certainly won’t be.

“Why don’t you introduce me to the ones that matter then, hm?” he glances at you from the corner of his eye. You nod and smile, turning to look at him.

He drives out of Linkon and to a nearby forest, one famed for its beauty and views. He follows your instructions, holding the wedding invitation in hand, and point to the sign that proclaims Jane’s wedding. He parks in a spot and immediately helps you out, helping keep the hem of your skirt off of the dirty ground. Caleb slings your purse over your shoulder and swoops you into his arms. The dust and dirt from the forest ground attach to the bottom of his pants and shoes while yours remains perfect and pristine. He sets you down once you reach the venue, setting you down on the hardened floor instead of grass.

“I never pegged Jane to be the foresty type,” Caleb comments in your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“She’s definitely not. She saw this place on Moments and decided that this is where she was going to have her wedding,” you hold back a snort and take Caleb’s hand, walking through the large building and to the room where the bridesmaids are. Once you reach the door, your drop his hand and give him a kiss, taking your purse back from him. “Are you going to be okay without me?”

“I think I might die,” Caleb sighs. You roll your eyes, known that it’s a sad attempt to convince you to try and convince Jane to let him in.

“Stop being dramatic. I heard the groomsmen are outside, why don’t you go make some friends for me, hm?” you fix his tie, tightening it around his neck. He nods and leans down, pressing one last kiss to your lips before watching you disappear inside the room.

Caleb walks down the hallway, hands shoved in his pockets. He looks around and takes in his surroundings. The building is nice. It’s like an expensive lodge for rich people, people who are in the top 1%. It’s cozy yet elegant, the warm lighting a nice touch to the wooden walls. He pops his head down a hallway before walking down it.

Voices catch his attention. The man turns down another hallway, finding himself at the back of the venue where a large glass building sits. A group of men in black suits stand just outside the door. Caleb clears his throat, putting on the best smile he can, before exiting the building. He closes the door behind him and is immediately met by the groom, the same man he saw over the phone.

“Caleb! It’s finally nice to meet you, man! Come meet my friends,” the groom, Arthur, shakes his hand, guiding Caleb to the group. All of the men greet him with one of them turned away at the drink table. Caleb smiles at them all, making a mental note of all of their names. “Last but not least, Caleb, meet Zayne! We work at Asko Hospital together!”

Caleb’s smile falters for a split second. He keeps his charm up despite the bubbling anger and annoyance that flares up in his chest. Zayne raises an eyebrow at Caleb, water bottle in hand. Their silence is palpable and the group looks back and forth.

“We’ve met,” Zayne finally manages to fill in the silence. The tension, though, remains, with only Caleb and Zayne feeling it.

“Oh really? That’s great!” Arthur celebrates, not knowing just how far back Zayne and Caleb’s rivalry goes. “I wonder how things are going with the women!”

And oh how things could not have turned out worse for you.

The bride and bridesmaids exit the building in one big group. Jane’s dress is gorgeous; it’s slender fitting and shows off all of her curves in the best way possible. You follow close behind, holding two bouquets of flowers in one hand while the other holds a long veil. Tonya is close behind with the second half of the veil, the two of you laughing. Caleb relaxes once he sees you, taking his hands out of his pockets, but immediately tenses when another familiar figure leaves the building.

It’s her. She doesn’t wear the same shade or dress as you and the other bridesmaids do. Instead, she wears a short black dress. It has a halter top and simple belt that runs around the waist. Caleb’s mouth goes dry, his heartbeat quickens. His reaction isn’t that of love or adoration, despite now having a brotherly affection towards her, but comes from a place of nervousness and anticipation.

She locks eyes with him, a small smile spreading across her face. Caleb tears his gaze away and looks at Zayne, who stares daggers at him. Caleb peels away from the group, already knowing that he’s about to be cornered no matter what.

Your eyes flicker to him while you and Tonya secure Jane’s veil to her head. You contain a sigh. Once the veil is in, you take a few steps away, bouquet in hand, and begin to walk towards Caleb. You take his hand once he’s close enough and avoid looking at the two groups that have now formed together.

“I didn’t know she was coming,” you breathe out, squeezing his hand.

“Yeah? Did you know that Zayne was coming too?” Caleb’s question catches you off guard. You blink at him, trying to process his words.

“Zayne? He’s here?” you ask. Caleb’s jaw tightens, so does his grip on your hand. “I-I didn’t know that,” you add on, finally turning around to see Zayne and her staring at you and Caleb. “Jane mentioned that a groomsman had to leave but she never mentioned that it was Zayne—”

“So you knew he was coming?” Caleb interrupts you. You can sense anger radiating off from his body. You hesitate to respond and avoid his gaze. “Pretty bird. Look at me.” You do.

“I didn’t know he was going to be a groomsman, Caleb, nor did I know if he accepted the invitation to the wedding or not. He usually says no to these things,” you reason with Caleb. He nods and takes a deep breath, turning his face away. “Let’s…let’s not have them ruin our night, yeah? We can avoid them after the ceremony. Hell, we can probably leave early if we want to!”

“That’s okay,” he turns back to you. He brushes your hair out of your face, mentally making a note to find the time to fight the fucking wind, and sighs. “Jane needs your support! And we’re here to give it to her! I’ll play nice with Zayne, I promise.”

“Oh good. He’s now decided to play nice,” Zayne’s voice breaks through your conversation with you and Caleb. Goosebumps form on your skin. Caleb instinctually pulls you to his side, eyes narrowing at the hazel eyed man. You turn to her, who wears a fake smile on her face.

“You look nice tonight,” she says to you. You smile back, wrapping your arm around Caleb’s, hand resting on his bicep.

“Thank you,” you begin, “your dress looks beautiful on you!”

“Might I suggest we address the elephant in the room?” Zayne, always the voice of reason, asks. The remaining three people nod and he places his hands on his hips. “I brought her here as my date tonight, let me get that out of the way. I did not know that you,” he looks at Caleb, “were going to be here. Now, I think we all possess the ability to act like adults tonight, correct? Let’s set aside our…differences and agree to be cordial for the sake of Jane and Arthur.”

“I agree,” you chime in, looking up at Caleb, “they deserve to have a good night together. We shouldn’t ruin that with petty drama.” Caleb nods. The two of you look at her and Zayne. They nod as well. “Great!”

“Wonderful!” she mimes your cheery tone. You suck in your cheeks, holding back a snarky comment, and smile with a fake laugh. Zayne turns around and walks away, bringing her with him. You turn to Caleb and lean into his side, feeling his muscles tense and flex under your touch.

“Are you going to be okay?” you whisper. He weakly nods. “Are you sure? I can see if you can replace Zayne as the groomsman if you want me to.” Your joke flies right over Caleb’s head. He stares at you, completely serious, and nods.

“Okay. Go do that.”

“What?” a laugh leaves your lips, “I’m not going to do that! I was joking! Babe, you’re going to survive this. I’m going to survive this. We’re going to do great, yeah?”

Oh, how wrong you will be.

You are yelled at by Jane and immediately leave Caleb’s side, slipping your purse over his shoulder once again. You and the other bridesmaids take photos together. Jane is always at the center, alongside Arthur, and you have to move every minute or so in a new order because Jane doesn’t know what she wants yet. You collide with other women, sometimes with Zayne or another groomsmen, and laugh while they try to fix your hair. For one photo, Zayne stands at your side, leaning into your side. You smile at the camera hoping to whatever god is out there that Caleb doesn’t take Zayne’s actions as an act of war.

“Hey! Bring your boyfriend over! Jane wants a pic of us together!” Arthur shouts from afar. You nod and look at Caleb, who sits in a chair with his arms crossed over his arms, a glare focused on Zayne. You yell his name and his head immediately snaps in your direction, face softening. You wave him over with a wink and he jumps up, rushing over to your side. He wraps his arm around you and you guide him over to Jane and Arthur.

Caleb smirks as he passes by Zayne, wagging a finger at him without you noticing. Zayne rolls his eyes. She, on the other hand, crosses her arms over her chest at the revelation, a scowl permanently carved into her face.

You stand at Jane’s side, Caleb smiling and shaking Arthur’s hand once again as a more formal meeting since the quartet stands far away from the group. You hug Jane and the photographer snaps a few candid shots before the two couples get situated and stand exactly how Jane tells them to. The photographer grabs the pictures and Jane immediately turns to you and Caleb.

“I want a picture of my darling best friend and her Colonel! Thank you! You can’t say no because I’m the bride!” Jane hurries away, standing next to the photographer now. You laugh and Caleb smiles.

“Whatever the bride wants, the bride gets, right?” Caleb’s arm slinks around your waist, hugging you close to him. Your hand rests on his chest, your bouquet of flowers hanging at his lower back. He tilts his head head to yours, smiling brightly as your eyes are exposed to bright flashes of light. He kisses the top of your head and murmurs, “I love you so much, you’re so beautiful.”

Before you have a chance to respond, you are grabbed by other bridesmaids. Guests begin to arrive and Jane dips inside the building, dragging you with her. You gasp and reach for Caleb. He holds on for a few seconds before letting go, waving as you’re pushed inside. He watches as they draw the curtains closed, chuckling. His smile fades, though, when he notices Zayne entering the building last, a smug smirk on his face.

“Caleb,” her voice beckons from behind. He turns around and looks down at her, hands in his pockets. “Will you sit with me? I’m afraid I don’t know anybody else here!” She laughs. Caleb immediately nods since he is in the same situation as her.

“Sure!” he cheerily says. She wraps her arm in his and he guides them towards the venue’s seating. “It’ll give us some time to catch up with each other, pip-squeak!”

Once all of the guests are in their seats and Jane is ready to begun, the ceremony begins.

The groom walks down the aisle on his own. He smiles at people in the crowd, his eyes already teary from the overwhelming moment in his life. He turns on his heel and the Best Man and Maid of Honor, Tonya, walk down the aisle. You’re next and surprise surprise, you’re partnered with Zayne.

He holds out his arm to you. You take it, hand resting on his forearm. His body tenses. You look up at him and give his arm a reassuring squeeze, you step through the doors and whisper, “lean onto me if you need it!” to him as you approach the crowd.

Caleb turns his head around, sitting in an aisle seat towards the front so he can get a good look at you. He notices you first as you approach the aisle. His heart stops. It swells, butterflies fluttering inside his chest and torso when you take the first step down the white aisle.

White flower petals are scattered across the floor. You walk down with such confidence, a bold and bright smile on your face. Tears well in his eyes at the sight. Oh, he loves you much and you don’t even know it.

When you draw closer is when Caleb finally notices Zayne at your side. His body heats up in an instant, heart pounding inside his chest. Each beat can be heard in his ears. Every thump rattles his ribs. His ears turn red. He calms down once your eyes meet. He breathing slows, no longer hollow. He follows your body as you pass by him, the bottom of your skirt grazing against his ankle, leaving him already wanting more.

You part with Zayne at the altar and stand in your spot, watching as the other duos walk down the aisle. The music changes, signaling Jane’s arrival. Everyone stands and turns around to watch her walk. Caleb, though, remains standing forward, locking eyes with you.

Caleb places his hand over his heart. He can feel each and every individual beat under his fingers. Your cheeks heat from a blush but you’re unable to look away from him.

You can’t help but wonder if you’ll get to this point with Caleb. When it is time for your future wedding, will you be picking out a dress with him in the back of your mind? Will it be him that you tie your future to?

It’s one you’ve dreamed of as a child and throughout your first year of high school. You had the music picked out with a dress cut out of a bridal magazine you stole from your cousin. You sighed whenever you looked at the small notebook. It hid all of your secrets, including the crush you had on Caleb. You wrote your names a million times over in a pink glitter pen. Hearts and flowers decorated the page, filling in any left over space. A few pages over is a list of first dance songs that were popular at the time and if you turned the page, you’d see your doodles of what your dream venue looked like.

It must be on a spring day! The sky must be blue and beautiful, just how Caleb likes it!

Caleb wonders what kind of dress you’ll wear on your wedding day. He knows that regardless, he’s going to be tearing up and crying the moment he sees you down the aisle. He’d tell you to buy two with his credit card so he can rip one off of your body when your honeymoon begins. He won’t even have a say in the planning and will always give into whatever it is that you want. He’ll smile and nod, running his fingers through your hair as you talk his ear off about flowers and bouquets and how it will go along with the perfect venue you chose and will compliment the colors of your bridesmaids dresses.

A tear rolls down your cheek and you wipe it away, tearing your gaze away from Caleb once he sits down and the ceremony begins.

It’s beautiful. Everyone smiles and laughs at their vows, a few guests and bridesmaids (including yourself) crying when it becomes sappy and pulls at your heartstrings. You hide your face behind your bouquet of flowers at one point, not being able to hold your emotions in as Jane declares her undying love for Arthur. She’s crying, too, and can barely make it through her vows without shaking and trembling. They kiss and the crowd erupts into cheers, standing and clapping for the newly wed couple.

Once the ceremony is over, Jane and Arthur walk down the aisle hand in hand. The cheers continue as they walk back inside the building. You and the other bridesmaids and groomsmen follow suit, exiting in the order people walked down the aisle. Your grip on Zayne’s arm is loose. Once you reach Caleb’s side, you reach out and squeeze his hand, having to let go after a brief second.

The reception room is impeccably decorated. The lights are warm and small, slowly flickering as if they’re stars in the night sky. Caleb sits in his assigned seat, waiting for you to come back to his side. He sighs and looks around, scanning the room. People are already drinking; their laughs are loud and boom across the room. The servers are dressed in all black, contrasting the whites, golds, and light purple color scheme. He sighs and turns to his phone, scrolling through unread messages from the Fleet and Ever.

You enter the room with the other bridesmaids and groomsmen, people barely even paying attention since the group isn’t going to be announced like how Jane and Arthur will be. The seating chart has been seared into your brain and you easily find your way to Caleb. He doesn’t look up from the table, eyes cemented onto his phone.

“Caleb,” you call out once you stand behind him. He turns around and stands from his seat, bringing you into his arms. You gasp and wrap your arms around his neck, chuckling. “Hi, babe, did you enjoy the ceremony?” you ask once you pull away.

“I did, yes,” he cups your cheek. “I was mainly focused on you, though. You are…utterly captivating.”

Your cheeks heat up. You look away and bite your lip, rolling your eyes as an attempt to get the brush to go away. Caleb catches it, though, and kisses your forehead, turning around to pull your seat out for you. You sit down and take his hand, smiling at him.

Zayne sits with her at another table across the room. They’re on the grooms side with the other groomsmen while you and Caleb sit with the other bridesmaids and their partners. A blessing in disguise.

The dinner goes by quick. It is filled with laughter and speeches from Jane and Arthur’s parents alongside the Best Man and Maid of Honor’s speeches. You’re so happy that the responsibility didn’t fall onto you for a speech. Public speaking isn’t your strong suit and it would have been even more embarrassing because of the three people from your childhood: one that you hate, one that you’re on okay terms with, and one that you’re fucking and contemplating marriage with only two days into your relationship.

Dinner plates are taken away and the majority of the room jumps up and rushes to the dance floor. The party begins but you and Caleb remain in your seats, holding hands and smiling at each other. His thumb rubs your knuckles, your chair pulled as close to his as possible, legs tangled together. He leans in and whispers sweet nothings into your ear, causing you to blush and laugh. Every touch is loving, every touch tender and caring.

The two of you purposefully stayed in your seats as long as you did. You didn’t want to be interrupted nor did you want to risk being intercepted by someone from your childhoods. Whenever one of you wanted a drink, you went together, hand in hand, and even followed one another to the bathroom and waited outside. It’s a calculated move, yes, and one that worked, that is, until you two grew restless while the rest of the party had fun.

The music slows and Caleb pushes away from the table. He holds out his hand to you, which you immediately take, and he guides you to the dance floor. You smile as he pulls you into him, hand resting on your lower back while holding your other hand.

“I feel like we just did this, no?” you chuckle under the dimmed lighting. Caleb smiles and nods, leaning down to peck your lips.

“We got interrupted last time. I just know we won’t be this time,” he helps move your arms around his neck, planting his hands onto your waist. You melt into him and close your eyes, swaying back and forth to the music. You hum along, which is music to Caleb’s ears, and he presses his head against yours. Caleb gently pulls away and spins you out before pulling you back in. The two of you share a quiet laugh. You turn in his arms and drape your arms back around his neck.

The midpoint of the song doesn’t even pass before someone taps your shoulder. You sink back down onto the floor, slowly turning to see her standing behind you. Your grip loosens on Caleb, smile falling.

“Mind if I cut in for a dance?” she sweetly asks. You glance at Caleb and clear your throat. He doesn’t say anything. Annoyance flares inside your chest. You nod and step away, faking a smile, before swiftly exiting the dance floor.

You walk back to your seat and sit down. Your hands tremble. Your heart pounds inside your chest. Was it always beating this fast? Or is this something new entirely? Heat burns from within your lungs, causing your heart to ache. Your ears ring. It feels as if someone has their hand around your throat, slowly tightening it, pins and needles poking into your skin.

You swipe your tongue over your teeth, your eyes trained on Caleb and her. They stand close to each other but Caleb keeps a respectable distance. It makes you happy to see him respecting your relationship but cannot help but feel jealous over the fact that he’s dancing with another woman, someone who isn’t you.

“I don’t think you have taken a single breath for the past minute.”

You turn and look up at Zayne, who stands behind Caleb’s chair. He gestures to the seat. Hesitation fills your mind but against your better judgment, you nod. Zayne sits down beside you, your knees barely touching. The two of you sit in silence, watching as the couples dance and glide across the floor.

The song comes to an end. Hope forms inside your chest, watching as Caleb pulls away from her. She pulls him back in, though, and he doesn’t fight it, his hands returning to her hips.

You purse your lips before biting down on the inside of your cheek with enough force and pressure to draw blood. You force yourself to look away, meeting Zayne’s calm eyes. You sigh and scratch the back of your neck, embarrassment flooding your body.

“Can we…talk?” Zayne asks. You blink at him, unsure if it’s a good idea. You don’t immediately answer. He nods and glances at the dance floor. Caleb’s back is to you two now. “I understand if you don’t want to speak. I, on the other hand, have something to say. I hope you’ll be willing to listen to me.”

“I’ll listen,” you shakily breathe out. You begin to pick at the skin around your fingernails, pulling on the skin as fresh and stinging red lines appear on your fingers. It’s a nasty habit you’ve picked up, one that you always seem to do when your heart is slowly being ripped into pieces. At least the physical pain can help deter some the emotional anguish you feel.

“Thank you,” Zayne keeps his eyes on you. He reaches out and places one hand on top of yours, stopping you from continuing. His hand is cold but it feels nice against your hot skin. “Do you think you can take a deep breath for me? I would like to ensure that you’re breathing.”

“I’m not your patient,” you snap back.

“Breathe with me as someone who is on your side, then.”

Your eyes glue themselves onto Zayne’s. Up close, his hazel eyes lean more onto the green side, the center of his iris having the most yellow compared to the outer rim. He slowly inhales, chest puffing out. You match his inhale, his eyes never leaving yours. When he exhales, so do you. Your heart begins to slow, your hot skin cooling down.

“He doesn’t deserve you,” Zayne begins, catching you off guard. Tears immediately sting your eyes but ou blink them away, quickly recovering.

“Yeah?” your voice is raspy, ready to break at any moment.

Caleb and her stand in the middle of the dance floor, no longer moving. Your heart goes still, no more air in your lungs.

“Yes,” Zayne continues, “he doesn’t love you.” His words slice into your skin. How can you believe them, though? Isn’t Zayne biased against Caleb? Besides, Caleb isn’t here to defend himself. You can’t fully believe him! “He’s infatuated. There is no permanent love when it comes to infatuation, just lust and desire. A temporary love that will only leave you more broken than you started.”

“So you think I’m broken?” the words come out just above a whisper.

“I think he broke you.”

A breath leaves your mouth. Your lungs burn on the inside of your chest, cheeks pink from embarrassment and anger. You remain silent, drowning out the music and cheering voices. You blink away your tears but one escapes, rolling down your cheek. Your eyes turn back to the dance floor, finding Caleb’s back once again. You stare at him, unable to tear your gaze away while Zayne speaks.

“I saw the way he treated you when we were kids. You always came in last place while everyone else came before you. You weren’t a friend, you were a backup plan he had. Since she isn’t in Skyhaven but you are, he is bound to go to you instead of her. Do you know that he calls her whenever you aren’t around? He always texts her throughout the day and tells her how much he misses her, that he can’t wait to see her. Even while you were on your business trip, he was sending her photos and messages like any good boyfriend would.”

Boyfriend.

The word echoes inside your now screaming mind. You bottom lip trembles. Silent tears freely flow from your eyes. Every word is like a bullet that buries itself deep into your skin. Your muscles ache. You don’t even realize that your fists are balled on your lap, nails digging into your palms. The stinging pain helps divert some of the emotional weight that has been placed onto your shoulders but it’s not enough to carry the full package. You look down at your lap, palms now a bright red from the blood rushing to the crescent marks on your hands.

“You have always been second compared to her. But to me…you have always been first,” Zayne whispers.

You turn your head to look at him. Your eyes are red and irritated. Your shoulders slump as you fight off sobs and dry heaves. Nausea sweeps over your body. He reaches for you but you scoot back, your chair bumping into the others. You swallow nothing down your dry throat, the feeling leaving you sore and uncomfortable.

“I guess that makes you just like me, then,” your words shake and hang in the air. Zayne raises an eyebrow at you. His hands reach for yours but you pull away immediately, unable to even handle someone’s touch right now. He remains silent, his eyes burning into yours. You stand from the table and gather your belongings. You are about to step away when Zayne’s voice causes you to stop.

“How so?” Zayne asks after seconds tick by.

“We both love someone who will never be able to fully love us back.”

From afar, Caleb steps away from her. He hesitates once he sees you and Zayne talking. His heart races inside his chest. His eyes flit between you and the doctor, watching your teary eyes reflect the lights of the venue. His heart splits in two.

You turn, wiping a tear from your eye, and head for the exit. You sling your purse over your shoulder, the body hitting your hip as you walk. Through teary eyes, you slip your phone from your bag and step out into the fresh night air. The wind chills your skin, cooling you down.

“Hey,” Caleb’s voice calls out from behind. You don’t turn around and instead pull up a taxi app on your phone. He places his hand on your shoulder but you’re quick to slip away. “What’s…what’s wrong? What did he say to you?” Caleb asks. When you don’t respond, he snatches the phone from your hands.

“Stop it, Caleb,” you warn. He stares at your screen, looking at your progress. You wrote about half of the address before he took the phone from you. You reach out, trying to get the tiny machine back, but Caleb immediately pockets it and grabs your face.

“What’s wrong? Talk to me—”

“Caleb! Get away from her!” Her shrill voice is like nails on a chalkboard to you. You flinch and push Caleb off of you, your mind now running at a mile a minute, unable to keep up with the unfolding situation. “We’re not done talking!”

“Go back inside!” Caleb calls out to her, but she doesn’t listen. She looks up at him with crazed eyes, lip snarled.

“We aren’t done talking. I don’t approve of your relationship with her!” She points to you. An arrow goes through your heart and breaks, the wood splintering and poking into your organs and veins. It would hurt but the pain you hold in your chest is already incomprehensible.

“Stop that!” Caleb says back. “Let’s talk about this later—”

“Later?” you chuckle, hysteria beginning to claim you as its own. Tears keep rolling down your cheeks. He turns to look at you. Your gaze sharpens. It makes his stomach drop.

“Does she not know what we’ve been through, Caleb?” she steps in between you and him. You don’t even do anything to stop it. You turn around and wipe your tears away, digging through your bag for the car keys. “Does she know that you and I are inseparable?”

“I said not now!” Caleb raises his voice. It only makes her angrier, though. “We’ll talk about this later. I need to—”

“Oh no, don’t stop on my account,” you interject. They stare at you with wide eyes. “I’ve always come between you, so i’ll just remove myself.” You nod and begin to walk away. Caleb grabs your hand, bringing you back to him but you remain at an arm’s length. His skin burns against yours. You try to wiggle away but his grip only tightens, cracking your bones.

“No. I need to comfort my girlfriend and make for sure that she is okay,” Caleb speaks directly at you. You shiver. He turns to her, “you have crossed a line. I’ll speak to you later.”

“NO!” she shrieks. “You are going to stay here and talk to me! I don’t care about her or her feelings! I never have! I have only ever cared about you, Caleb! Can’t you see that she is ruining us? Our relationship? She’s always been a poison! She’s going to push us apart! She’s seduced you! How can you live with that?”

Caleb doesn’t respond. You stare at his face, seeing the wheels turn inside his brain.

Anger boils over inside your chest but for once, you feel calm. The anger is no longer hot. It is cold, cool to the touch. It feels like you are breathing in the snowy winter air in Skyhaven. Your feet no longer drag against the ground. You no longer carry the weight of your sadness and pain on your shoulders. You are now light and airy, weightless.

You step around Caleb and yank your hand away from his. He watches you, purple eyes wide in the moonlight. You approach her, taking a deep breath as you look down at her. She takes a step back, a look of nervousness flashing across her face before she covers it up. You wait a few seconds, pulling together the right words to say.

“I am going to say this once and one time only. I am going to say this because Caleb doesn’t have a fucking backbone when it comes to you, so listen up,” you tower over her yet your face remains emotionless. It sends shivers down her spine. “I am not a poison. I am not worthless. I did not seduce Caleb. I am a human being with god damn feelings. You cannot treat me like I am the shit on the bottom of your shoe. You may have done that when we were kids and ruined my self esteem back then, but I’m not going to be your punching bag anymore.”

“I-I didn’t treat you like—”

“You cried on my birthdays and took half of my presents because you made my parents feel bad for you. You were smart back then, using your sob backstory to your advantage. You made fun of the way I dressed, the way I talked. Whenever I had friends over, you would cry and kick and scream to be included even though it was my friend group, not yours. You purposefully used my crush against Caleb against me. You dangled him in front of me knowing that I liked him, knowing that he was one of two people who ever treated me like a human being but even then it was close to nothing. The bare fucking minimum. You interrupted us doing homework and even ruined our first high school dance because you didn’t feel included. Well guess what, princess! It didn’t include you because you weren’t old enough! Sorry if that hurt your feelings, but some things just do not involve you!”

Her jaw drops. Caleb places his hand on your shoulder but you shrug it off.

“Now that I have finally found some peace in my life and have gotten to a place where I can feel human again, you just have to walk right in and ruin that too, right? Because seeing me thrive and be happy is the bane of your existence. How dare I be happy? How dare I reconnect with a boy I knew in my childhood!” You pause and take a deep breath, taking a single step forward and lower your voice, “I was just a kid just like you…but we’re adults now. You treated me like fucking shit just like you are now. You’ve haven’t changed. You’ve remained the same desperate little girl clinging to whatever she can to justify her shitty actions. Now, I don’t give a flying fuck what you think about Caleb and I’s relationship. We don’t need your permission. If he wanted you, he would be with you, not me. But I’ll give you once more chance. Just one. I’m going to go walk back to my car now,” you turn to Caleb, your face serious with an underlying anger in your eyes, “if he follows me, then I’ll take it that he actually wants to remain in my life. I’ll learn to co-exist with you for his sake because I’ll never ask him to choose between us, unlike you. If he stays behind with you, well, you’ve won. You two deserve each other. I’ll be the villain in your story. Just keep me the fuck out of it.”

Without wasting another second, you push past Caleb, shoulder bumping into his arm. You cross the grassy field at a fast pace, stopping to slip your heels off of your feet. You let out a frustrated yell and throw your shoe at the car. The alarm starts to go off and you grab your purse, furiously digging through to find the keys.

A pair of hands rest on top of yours. You pause and look up through your blurry vision. You can’t make out his face, but his cologne is familiar to you. Caleb sighs and pulls you into his arms. You tuck your head under his chin, finally letting go as sobs overtake your body. You ball your fists up and slam them against his arms. He takes every hit.

The two of you stand there until you fall silent, too tired to continue. Caleb looks inside your purse for you and grabs the keys. He clicks a button and the alarm stops blaring. Neither of you speak. No words fill the silence. He opens up the car door for you and you slip inside. The door remains open. He goes inside the back seat and grabs your sneakers. He comes around and takes your heels from you, brushing the dirt and blades off grass off of your feet, slipping your feet inside the shoes. He closes the door and gets inside the drivers side, quickly pulling away.

Both of Caleb’s hands remain on the wheel. You face away from him, staring outside the car window.

A part of you is grateful that he followed you. That he chose you. However, another part of your soul, your heart, aches at the fact that there is going to be a nuclear meltdown within the next couple of days that you will be forced to go through. She will certainly have words to share with you and for Caleb’s sake, you hope that he grows a backbone until then.

The drive is silent. Neither of you turn on the radio. The purr of the car’s old engine mixes in with the sound of the car’s A.C., the faint whirr in the background. You sniffle and hug your arms to your body.

Caleb looks at you when the roads are empty. His heart rips into two, straight down the middle. The once lively heart, the boy who grow tired. His once constant positive attitude begins to wither. The inner boy inside of his soul begins to decay.

Is this how you have felt all of these years? he thinks to himself. Has the feeling of disappointment and despair chipped at your soul the whole time?

The car comes to a stop. You blink at your house, the gate closing behind the car. You get out before he can open the door. You make a beeline for the door, swiping the keys from your hands. You stare anthem under the orange porch light, the buzzing from a nearby bug catcher in the same tone as your simmering irritation. The door swings open and you turn around, pressing a hand to Caleb’s chest, stopping him from following.

“Find another way in. If you really want this,” you gesture between you two, “you’ll figure it out.”

Petty? Yes. Deserved? Fucking maybe. Who cares. He can hold this against you for the rest of your life and you wouldn’t complain. You, quite frankly, need to see him work for it instead of following like a puppy dog.

The door closes in his face. You press your back against it, the tears forming in your eyes once again. Quickly making your way up the stairs, you dart inside your bedroom, and strip away the dress on your body, throwing it to the side. You go to the bathroom and immediately hop in the shower, your jewelry remaining on your body as the cold water pours over you. It makes you alert, awake, and all too aware of what you said.

Do you regret it? No, not really. If anything, it was therapeutic for you to get out. Could you have been a bit nicer to her? Sure. Of course. But you weren’t. That’s a burden you’ll carry with you wherever you go.

You step out, face bare and body clean. After drying yourself off, you slip into one of Caleb’s old shirts and into a pair of spandex. You lay down in your bed, covering your face with the sheets, closing your eyes, wishing the pain would leave you alone.

Time ticks by. You don’t check your phone. You don’t have the energy to. How much time has passed? An hour? Fifteen minutes? Five? Two hours? It doesn’t matter. He hasn’t returned.

You sit up in bed, the sheets pooling around your waist. You look around, eyes grazing over the window where the moon hangs low in the sky. You sigh.

He’s left you, hasn’t he? Honestly, you wouldn’t even be surprised if he did. You wouldn’t blame him for it, either. You’re a mess. A complete and utter disaster that is holding on with three pieces of duct tape and a dream.

A clink on the window.

You turn your head, eyebrow raised. Another clink. You get up and push against the windows, pushing them open. You dodge a small pebble at the last moment, looking down at Caleb who stands on the ground below.

“Hi, pretty bird,” he calls out, “my lovely Juliet.” You roll your eyes.

He holds a few white flowers in his hand and a box in the other. His Evol plucks them from his hands, the objects hovering behind him. He approaches the vine wall on the side of your house. It leads directly up to your bedroom where your two windows are. He grabs hold of the wooden structure underneath the vines, his hands scraping against the thorns and stray sticks. They poke into his skin but he pushes through it, slowly climbing the vine wall to get to you.

Once Caleb is close enough, you lean out the window, noticing the dirt on his hands, the sweat that forms in beads across his forehead. He grunts every time he pulls himself up, the objects still floating behind him. His dirty hand grabs the windowsill, pulling himself up with one last burst of energy.

His face leans up to yours, mere inches away from each other. You don’t pull away and neither does he. You purse your lips and pull away, watching as he brings himself inside your bedroom with surprising elegance and grace. He shrugs his jacket off and tosses it to the side. The flowers and black box float into his hands, his purple eyes never leaving yours.

You stand in the middle of your bedroom. His shirt is baggy on you, the material stretched and worn out from him over the years. The words are faded but you’re wearing his DAA exercise shirt. You like how comforting the cotton material is against your skin. He sighs, dirt covering his pants and white dress shirt. He takes a step towards you. Your eyes never leave his. You gulp.

“These…are for you,” he holds out the flowers. It’s a variety.

An apple red tulip. A white carnation. A light blue hyacinth. A single pink rose. A daisy.

“I got them from the gardens in the neighborhood. And this,” he taps the box, “is from the shop I worked at in high school.”

You take them from him, noticing the small specks of blood that sprouts from his thumb and index finger. He plucked off every single thorn so you wouldn’t get hurt. You rest them along your forearm and he steps forward, holding out the box. The stems of the flowers are uneven, most likely plucked from nearby gardens. He slowly opens it. On the inside is a small glass butterfly. Its wings is a deep red that fades into a light pink at the tips. Its body remains clear. Your heart aches. Your eyes fill with tears. You look up at him, bottom lip pouting out to try and stop you from crying.

“I…I don’t know what happened. I don’t know what Zayne said to you to make you cry and I really don’t know why she had to make things worse. I don’t know what to do or say to make you forgive me or what I need to do to make you fully trust me again,” he begins in a quiet voice. “All I know is that I love you. I love you…so much, pretty bird,” his voice cracks. You step forward and place a hand on his chest. It slows his beating heart almost instantly. “I can’t lose you. When you closed the door on my face, my world went black and white.”

“Caleb,” you cup his cheek with your free hand. He leans into your touch.

“I need you in your life…but I also need her in my life,” he whispers. You nod. “I can’t lose either of you and it pains me that there’s nothing I can do to help or mend the tension between you two.”

“It’s okay, Caleb,” you breathe out. He shakes his head.

“No. No it’s not. You’re my girlfriend, the woman that I want to spend the rest of my life with. The way she treated you both in childhood and now is despicable. She’s not the same girl I used to know…so I called her. I set boundaries for us and made her realize that it’s you who I want to be with, not her.”

Tears roll down Caleb’s cheeks. You gently wipe them away. He leans down and presses his forehead into yours. He takes a deep breath, you with him, and his hands finally touch you. He places them on your waist, remaining over the fabric of his shirt, and sighs.

“I know that our relationship isn’t going to be perfect. I know it isn’t going to be fixed overnight and to be bandaged up with a single sorry. That’s not possible. I know you’re hurting. Please…please let me take some of your pain away. Let me carry the tension and angst you feel in your body. Let me carry that load for you. Rely on me, pretty bird. Use me.”

“Caleb,” his name from your mouth is like the nectar of the gods. He pulls away and looks down at you. You sigh and bite your lip, peering into his deep purple and glossy eyes. “It’s okay to cry. Don’t keep it in.”

He nods. A single tear rolls down his cheek. You wipe it away. More follow. His tears are hot against your chilled skin. You wipe away every single one that comes out, his body shuddering. You peel away for a split second, placing the flowers and butterfly on your desk. You move back to him and pull him into your embrace. Caleb buries his face into your neck, arms tightly locking around your waist. He pulls you closer. You inhale the smell of dirt and sweat from his hair, holding the back of his head.

The two of you succumb to the ground. He leans forward, holding you in his lap, holding onto you for dear life. Your fingers tangle into his hair, massaging his head. He whimpers.

“Please don’t leave me,” he cries into your neck, his words muffled yet legible.

“I’m not,” you whisper into his ear.

You move his face in front of yours, your hands on his cheeks. You lean in and kiss away every single tear that falls down his face. Your lips become salty and hot. His tears mix with yours. He sniffles and squeezes your waist. His tears slow down and his breathing steadies. You remain in his arms, whispering reassurances to him.

“I’m not going anywhere, Caleb, we’re in this together, okay?” your voice is gentle despite the anger that remains inside your chest. He nods and takes a deep breath.

“Together?” Caleb repeats the word back to you. You nod.

“Together.”

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Hold You Tight: Part 22

Pairing: Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.

Part 21 | Series Masterlist | Part 23

Chapter Word Count: Over 3.8k

Chapter Summary: Bucky decides to take you to the club where you have a chat with Natasha.

Chapter Warnings: Aftermath of physical assault, tension, mention of violence and threats, inner turmoil, crying, kissing, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), more warnings to come.

A/N: More Hold You Tight. Thank you again for sticking with me! Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo . ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-in-darkness . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Silence stretched on as Bucky glared at his phone, and you felt uncomfortable with each second that passed. You managed to steal a glance at Curtis who gave a quick shake of the head in response. You sensed he wasn’t about to interrupt whatever thoughts were going through his boss’s mind, but you couldn’t take it.

“What are you going to do?” you asked.

He considered your question with a barely there smile. “I’m going to ignore him.”

You exchanged another look with Curtis who only shook his head again. “Is that a good idea?” you asked.

“I need to talk with the bastard who touched you before I talk to him,” he said. He was out for blood, but he was still thinking somewhat logically. If he spoke to him now, who knew how that would go? “I also want him to squirm.”

Of course, he did. “Should we call Natasha? Because I know you don’t want me to be alone while you… deal with that.”

“No, I don’t,” he confirmed, dialing and putting it on speakerphone.

It didn’t take long for her to answer. “Wasn’t expecting to hear from you, Barnes. Did you upset your girl again? Because whatever happened, I’m likely going to be on her side.”

Curtis snorted before Bucky shot him a glare. “My girl was attacked,” he growled.

You put a hand on his arm. The last thing he needed to do was get worked up. “Is she okay? What the hell happened?” Natasha asked, all traces of her previous sarcasm gone. Her concern was touching. “And who the hell did it?”

“I’m okay,” you assured her. “Well, I’m as okay as I can be,” you added because you weren’t completely okay. No one in your position would be.

“I’ve got the bastard at my club, and I’m going to have a very long talk with him,” he said, fire in his eyes when he looked at you. “No one touches you and gets away with it.”

Except for Bucky himself.

“If she’s okay and you have the guy, why are you calling me? I can’t imagine it’s because you want me to get a hit in, though I wouldn’t mind.”

Bucky smirked. “I know you wouldn’t, but I need you to come to the club and keep an eye on my girl while I handle it,” he said. You knew an order when you heard one. You also figured Bucky didn’t want Natasha alone with you in the penthouse. There was trust between them, but only to an extent.

“You’re really bringing her there?” she asked, muttering something under her breath that you couldn’t catch. “Jesus, you’re not going to make her watch are you?”

You shuddered. A very small fraction of you wanted to witness it and maybe hurt Clark yourself for what he did, but the core of who you were held you back. You weren’t holding Bucky though, were you? You knew whatever happened to Clark wasn’t going to end well, and were you any better than Bucky by letting him dispense his own brand of justice?

Guilt was going to stain your soul and you wanted to desperately wash it away.

“No, she’s going to rest in my office, but I’d rather she not be alone given the circumstances and she suggested that you stay with her,” he said.

“Please,” you said.

“Kotyonok, you don’t have to say please,” Bucky said.

“No, but you should. She isn’t a soldier for you to order around, so use your manners,” you argued, seeing a smile tug at Curtis’s lips. “I understand if you can’t, Natasha,” you said to her. She couldn’t drop everything to watch over you.

“I need to wrap up one thing and I’ll head over if Bucky says ‘please’,” she said after a moment.

Bucky exhaled through his nose when you sweetly smiled. “Will you please watch over my girl?”

“Of course,” she answered easily.

You visibly relaxed. “Thanks.” You weren’t sure how many of the details you’d give her about what happened, but you could ask her about the self-defense lessons.

“Us girls have to stick together,” she said. You suspected she was smiling. “And so you’re aware, Barnes, I’m doing this for her, not you.”

“I know. Just be there,” Bucky said, hanging up without another word.

Curtis assessed you with a cool gaze before he smiled. “You’re sweet, but you’re a little badass, too,” he commented, crossing his arms and turning that cool gaze toward his boss. “I’m really going to enjoy those brownies.”

An arm snaked around your waist before you could respond that you were anything but a badass. “Those brownies are the only thing of hers you’re going to taste because she’s mine,” Bucky said in a low voice.

Heat shot up your neck to your cheeks. “Oh, my god. You’re like a well-dressed caveman, I swear,” you said, pulling away. You hoped Bucky wouldn’t fire Curtis after tonight. “Do you have something I can change into before we go?”

The amusement faded from Curtis’s eyes when he looked at the tear in your cardigan. He looked almost as upset as Bucky. “Yeah, I have a few things,” Bucky answered, leading you down the hall. “Get the car started, and bring her water and a snack with you,” he said over his shoulder.

“Please,” you added, rubbing your temple. “Manners cost nothing.”

“I use manners with you, don’t I?” he teased before he stopped you at the bedroom door. “How’s your head?”

“Hurts a little,” you admitted, seeing his lips set in a grim line. He kissed your forehead a heartbeat later, his lips tenderly brushing your skin. “I wish that took the pain away.”

You weren’t just talking about the headache. You wished he could really be your knight in shining armor who made the hurt stop. He caused so much of this pain, but he still showed up when you were in need. Was he going to help you heal or tear the wounds back open?

“I wish it did, too,” he whispered, letting you go ahead of him. “Closet’s on the right. I can have you take something for your head once we’re in the car.”

You searched for the light and gasped once you turned it on. It was one of the biggest closets you had ever seen, complete with built in shelves and a seating area. The left side was filled with suits, shoes, and more for Bucky. The right side was only half full with dresses and various outfits. There were a few pairs of shoes and handbags, too. You didn’t have to look to know that everything was in your size.

“When did you do this?” you asked, turning around to face him. You expected him to breathe down your neck, but he kept a respectable distance.

“Early on,” he said, tilting his head. “You look surprised.”

“I knew you had pajamas here for me, but I didn't expect more. Thank you,” you said. You weren't sure why you were surprised. He told you countless times you’d be moving in. “If you had clothes for me, why ask if I wanted a whole new wardrobe?”

“Because there's still lots of space to fill up,” he pointed out.

“You said part of the fun of gift giving is surprising the receiver.”

“And you said part of the fun of shopping is picking out your own stuff. You specifically said the next time we went shopping that you wanted to pick everything yourself.”

You ran your fingers along one of the dresses, wanting to be angry as you remembered the incident at the shop. You couldn't find the anger within. There was… something else there instead. “So you listened to me?”

“I always listen to you,” he replied.

“No, you don't, but I do believe you hear every word I say,” you said. There was a big difference between hearing and listening.

He sighed and took your hand. “I’m trying, Kotyonok.”

“I know, Bucky,” you smiled sadly. Bucky was used to being in charge, used to everyone following his orders. You pushed back, challenged him. It had to be foreign territory for him, as much as he said he liked your fire. “And I appreciate it.”

He took a few steps closer when you went to pick a new outfit for yourself. “This really isn’t how I wanted you to be here.”

“What was your plan if I refused to move in?” you asked, not looking at him as you went through the drawers. There was more jewelry for you, too. Between the library and this, he wasn’t kidding about spoiling you.

“I’m sure you remember that Thor and Sam invest in real estate,” he said. You hummed in acknowledgement. “I would’ve had the building bought and forced you out of your place.”

You laughed, a small and sad sound. It wasn’t a shock since it was implied that they were aware of your neighborhood and were interested in a possible investment. Hearing Bucky admit it though, not even bothering to lie or sound ashamed... “You would’ve forced me out of there just to get what you want?”

“What we want. Love and happiness. Together,” he said with fierce determination that bordered on his usual obsession.

Your nails dug into your palms, but only for a moment. “Turn around or leave, please, so I can change,” you said, too emotionally exhausted to deny or argue since love and happiness were things you wanted and he knew it.

“Do you think I’m going to try something?” he asked, sounding hurt.

“I think we're both feeling a lot of emotions, you desperately want me, and your control is hanging on by a thread,” you replied, daring to look at him. There was so much longing in his eyes and his fingers twitched like he wanted to touch you, whether it was to leave his mark or erase Clark’s touch. “And we know that line shouldn’t be crossed tonight.”

He was going to take you to bed eventually. Coaxing you or wearing you down, it was inevitable. He wouldn’t do it tonight though. Not when he wanted revenge on Clark and still needed answers.

It didn't stop him from looking conflicted when he nodded. “I’ll be right outside,” he said, leaving you alone.

Once you determined he wasn’t going to walk back in, you stripped down. The urge to scream rose up when you stared at the discarded cardigan. It was meant to keep you warm, but all you could do was shiver when you thought of your friends at the winery and Clark putting his hands on you. Wiping at your eyes, you threw something simple and comfortable on. You couldn’t keep Bucky waiting.

Bucky stood right beside the door as you walked out, his jaw tight. He must’ve noticed you had gotten teary-eyed again. “You’re breaking my heart,” he whispered, reaching for your hand. “I know what happened isn’t going to fade overnight, but I’ll make you feel safe again. I’ll make you smile, too.”

“You’re a determined man,” you said. In some ways, you felt a little safer. Your library and panic room were safe. He was going to get you a panic button. Ray and Curtis had an eye on you. You had a feeling Bucky wouldn't let you stray too far away from him for a while.

As far as him making you smile, you wondered how he planned to do that.

You didn’t speak when Bucky took you to the car, silently drinking and eating while he stayed tense beside you. Curtis didn't say a word either. Your stomach turned, but it had nothing to do with your head. There was tension in the vehicle, each passing second bringing Bucky closer to unleashing his rage on someone who dared to hurt you.

“What would your mom have done if someone put a hand on you?” you finally asked to break the silence.

“She would've been compassionate but firm. Protective but encourage me to speak up and defend myself. And she would've made sure that person never laid a finger on me ever again,” he said proudly.

Your heart ached as you thought of your parents. They’d never know what happened to you because they’d never bother to ask how you were doing and you’d never bother to tell them because they wouldn't fight for you. Brick by brick it was another wall you put up. Bucky continued to hand you the tools to build it, all while tearing down the wall you tried to put between you and him.

“I want to do something normal tomorrow,” you said, voluntarily resting your head on Bucky’s shoulder. The gesture helped him relax. You, too. “Something besides resting.”

“How about that pizza and a movie date night we talked about?” he suggested, tenderly rubbing your arm. “That’s normal.”

“Can I pick the movie?”

“You can pick whatever movie you want,” he promised.

You lifted your head to gaze at him. “I know I can’t stop you from doing whatever it is you’re going to do,” you began. There would be no reasoning with him in that matter. “But how can I help you after?”

He tried not to give anything away, but his eyes filled with shock. “You… want to help me?”

“I don’t know what kind of mood you’ll be in once you’re done. I don’t know if you’ll want attention and be clingy or if you’ll want to be alone so you can cool off. So when it’s said and done, please, tell me what you need so I can give it to you to the best of my ability,” you answered.

You were tired of walking on eggshells. You wouldn't do it in your new home. If you were going to be with him, you had to know how to handle him after something of this magnitude.

You heard him sigh before his lips touched yours. “I just need you,” he whispered, your heart fluttering when he kissed you again, deeper. It wasn’t forceful though. It was slow and deliberate without pushing or taking too much. He didn’t try to pull you back in either when you pulled away. That was progress.

“We’re here,” Curtis said.

“I’m going to help you after this, too, however I can,” he promised, brushing a soft kiss against your lips and helping you out of the car.

Who knew this incident was something that would bring you closer together?

You spotted Natasha leaning against a sleek black car with a bored look on her face. “How did I beat you here?” she asked before locking eyes with you. There was sympathy and concern there. “This wasn’t how I wanted to see you again.”

“The feeling’s mutual,” you said, glancing at the sign for the club. It was strange not seeing it lit up.

“Let’s get inside,” Bucky ordered, giving you a slight smile. “Please.”

Natasha brushed by Curtis. “Everett.”

“Romanoff,” he acknowledged.

There was no bass reverberating through the walls, no signs of patrons drinking and dancing. No Hal at the bar or Jax or Ari keeping watch. The usual energy of nightlife and sex and fun were nowhere to be found. Minus the footsteps across the floor, there was no other sound.

“Ray,” you whispered when he came through a door. He looked as pristine as always, but the hard blinks gave away his agitation.

“Everyone’s downstairs, boss,” he said, pushing his glasses up. “Are you alright?” he asked you, his voice much softer.

Bucky’s hold tightened on you once again. You were really going to have to work on his possessive streak, especially when it came to his own men. “I’m as okay as I can be,” you said, giving him a small smile.

“Let me take her up to the office and I’ll be right down,” Bucky said.

When you imagined the look of a killer, you imagined something lifeless and empty. Bucky’s eyes were always full of fire and passion when it came to you. But the cold look that crossed his face when he walked you to his office, you saw a glimpse of the danger he spoke about. Clark wasn’t going to get any mercy or care from Bucky.

“The couch is pretty comfortable to sleep on and there’s a fridge and some food, too, if you’re still hungry,” he said, grabbing a pillow and blanket that he had stashed away. “If you need me, push the red button on the right side of my desk.”

“I think I'll be okay,” you said, taking a seat on the couch while Natasha took one of the chairs.

Bucky tipped your chin up. “I don’t know how long I’ll be, but try to get some rest,” he said, leaning down. You expected a kiss, but he just brushed his nose against yours. “And I know you can’t say you love me yet, but just know that I love you and this is all for you.”

You exhaled when he straightened up. Was it all for you? “Please, be careful and don’t lose yourself,” you said. Whatever demon was going to surface within Bucky tonight couldn’t permanently stay because it would destroy you both if it did.

“I won’t lose myself.” The smile he gave you could’ve melted hearts. “I have you to come back to.”

With that, Bucky left the office and shut the door behind him.

“Well,” Natasha said, leaning forward in her chair. “I have a feeling you won’t be going to sleep right away.”

“No, I won’t,” you agreed. You couldn’t since your mind was racing with too many thoughts of what happened and what would happen.

“You don’t have to say a word,” she assured you. “If you do want to talk about what happened though, I’ll listen.”

You told her everything. How Clark used to come into the shop for roses for Lois. How he tried to give you flowers and showed up when you weren’t at the shop. How upset he was when you turned down his offer for coffee and how he was waiting for you tonight. The hatred he seemed to have for Bucky, the mention of a powerful friend, that he didn’t confirm or deny that it was Zemo. What he did once he was in your apartment, Bucky and some of his men saving you. All of it. And by the time you finished, you were sniffling and exhausted.

Natasha, looking as cool and calm as always, handed you a tissue. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that. You don’t deserve it.”

You blew your nose. “No one deserves it,” you said. It wasn’t something you’d wish on anyone.

“If you need a place a stay-”

“I’m in the penthouse now, which is exactly what Bucky wanted all along,” you said, and you believed Bucky when he said it wasn’t how you were supposed to eventually be there. “I appreciate the offer though.”

“Okay. I’ll back off for now.” She tapped a finger against the chair arm. “May I say something else?”

“I won’t stop you.”

“The powerful friend of Clark’s may be Zemo, but I don’t think he would’ve ordered him to attack you the way he did. If you had resisted going with Clark and it was really on Zemo’s orders, he should’ve backed off instead of laying a hand on you.”

“But Zemo lost his wife and kid. Maybe he wouldn’t care if I got hurt,” you said. Losing loved ones like that could drive people to do extreme things.

“He’s more strategic than that and he knows someone hurting you could start a war,” she said, shaking her head. If that was true and Clark took matters into his own hands, what did that mean for Zemo? “Something isn’t adding up here. We have to talk to Barnes when he’s done.”

Your fingers twisted in the blanket. The entire situation was so much to take in. “Am I a bad person for not stopping Bucky?” you asked suddenly.

“What? No. No.” She straightened up and shook her head. “Don't do that to yourself.”

“But I know he’s going to hurt Clark. Maybe kill him. And I-”

“You’re not a bad person, do you hear me?” Natasha left her chair to sit near you, but kept a distance and made sure she didn’t touch you. “Listen to me. Clark crossed boundaries and attacked you. Barnes crossed boundaries, too, but he never once went to that level. Even if a part of you does want revenge it doesn't make you a bad person. Wanting justice makes you human.”

“But Bucky’s making his own brand of justice.”

“They have their own rules when it comes to what's theirs and someone put their hands on the top dog’s girl. He can't let that slide. None of those men can,” she said.

That was the world you lived in now. “So, even though you believe I have power over Bucky, I couldn't have stopped him if I tried?” you asked.

“As powerful as you are, even if you got down on your knees and begged, it wouldn't stop him from doing what he thinks he has to do in this situation,” the redhead answered. You were afraid of that. “But you don't have to carry that guilt. Their actions, Clark’s, Bucky’s, any of them, they chose those paths. Not you.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, dabbing at your eyes with a fresh tissue. “Sorry for crying.”

“After everything you’ve been through, it would worry me if you didn’t cry.”

You had to laugh since she had a point. “I told Bucky I want to be able to defend myself in case anything happens again. I’d really like it if you could teach me.”

You didn’t have to tell her that you didn’t want a man teaching you. She was smart, intuitive. “I’d love to teach you. Just tell me when you want to start and I’ll make it happen,” she said, sighing when her phone went off. “I’m sorry. It’s my sister.”

“Take it,” you said. She had already done enough by listening to you and agreeing to the self-defense lessons.

“Yelena, I’m kind of busy at the moment,” she answered, gripping her phone tighter. “He’s what?”

“What’s the matter?” you asked, though it was none of your business.

Natasha pulled the phone away from her ear. “My sister’s a block away from the club. Want to take a guess who she’s following?”

“Zemo?” you guessed, your stomach sinking again. Was he coming here because Bucky ignored his message?

“Yep, but don’t worry. She’ll make sure he doesn’t make it inside.”

Whether Zemo got into the club or not, you were going to get answers. It was the least you deserved. Because this was your life, and you were tired of people playing with it like you were a doll.

I'm so glad Natasha is there for our girl. Is she onto something with Zemo? And we may get a surprise in the next update. 😏 Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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woso-story · 1 day ago

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Better Boyfriend Than Him - Part Eight

Alexia Putellas x Reader - Other Parts

The apartment was quiet. The only sound was the faint hum of the city outside and the occasional rustle of blankets as you shifted on the couch, staring at the ceiling. Sleep felt impossible.

Your mind wouldn’t stop.

Everything from today—everything from the past few weeks—was running in circles in your head.

Luis. The breakup. The fact that you had moved to Barcelona not just for work, but for him. And now? What was left for you here? Did you pack up and go back to Zaragoza? Start over?

The thought of leaving made your chest ache. You had built something here. Maybe not much, but still—leaving felt like admitting defeat.

You sighed, rubbing a hand over your face.

Then, a quiet voice broke through the silence.

“You’re thinking too much.”

You turned your head slightly, blinking through the darkness. On the other couch, Alexia was lying on her side, propped up on one elbow, watching you with a concerned expression.

You let out a breath. “I can’t help it.”

Alexia tilted her head. “What are you thinking about?”

You hesitated. “It’s not important. You should get some sleep.”

But Alexia didn’t budge. “I’d like to help. Even if it’s just by listening.”

You studied her face for a moment. There was something about the way she said it, the quiet sincerity in her voice, that made you actually consider opening up.

After a pause, you exhaled and looked back up at the ceiling.

“I was just thinking about the future. About what comes next.”

Alexia hummed softly. “And?”

You swallowed. “I thought my life in Barcelona would be different. I thought I’d be happy here. That everything would work out. But now? I have a cheating ex-boyfriend, a broken relationship, and no idea what I’m supposed to do next.”

For a moment, there was silence. Then, Alexia spoke, her voice steady.

“Everything will fall into place.”

You turned your head to look at her again.

“And if you need anything,” she continued, “you know Mapi and Ingrid will be there for you. And… so will I.”

There was something reassuring about the way she said it. Like she really meant it.

You gave her a small, tired smile. “Thank you.”

Alexia’s expression softened. “Luis is an idiot.”

You let out a surprised laugh, and Alexia smirked.

“I’m serious,” she said. “He made a huge mistake. You’re a pretty special person, and it’s his loss.”

Your cheeks instantly grew warm, and you were grateful for the darkness, hoping she couldn’t see your reaction.

You cleared your throat. “How do you even know that? Most of the time we’ve seen each other, we were arguing.”

Alexia grinned. “I just have a feeling.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“And also,” she added with a chuckle, “Mapi talks about you all the time. She’s always telling me how special you are.”

That made your stomach flutter a little.

Alexia continued, laughing softly, “Honestly, I wanted to spend more time with you, to get to know you better, but you never wanted to.”

You let out a small laugh of your own. “That’s because you always try to get under my skin.”

Alexia smirked. “Yeah… I do.”

You both fell into a comfortable silence for a moment, a small smile lingering on your lips.

Then Alexia’s voice came softer this time. “But really… everything will be okay. It won’t feel like it now, but it will.”

You wanted to believe her.

Maybe, just for tonight, you could.

You both kept talking for a little while longer, the conversation lighter now, until eventually, exhaustion started creeping in.

Alexia shifted on the couch, stretching slightly. “We should sleep.”

You nodded, pulling the blanket up around you.

“Good night,” she said softly. “Sweet dreams.”

There was something about the way she said it—gentle, warm—that made your chest tighten in a way you didn’t fully understand.

But for the first time that night, you felt a little bit of peace.

And as your eyes finally drifted shut, you let yourself believe—just a little—that maybe Alexia was right. Maybe things would be okay again.

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moonra66 · 13 hours ago

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These are the designs I did for my fanfic. This shit took me two weeks and I am so tired of drawing. Anyways, I get to yap into the void now at least

Bbg D-16 was the first one I did. I ate it up with him ngl. Gladiator fit is heavily inspired by his TFP design because they ate with that one.

Jazz and Orion look pretty much the same. I will say everyone else looks like a Victoria Secret model and Orion looks like a dog they picked up off the street. I redrew his face like 5 times I quit

MY SHALA. These two are my favorite children. Shrapnel is based on a rainbow stag beetle. If Shrapnel has no fans, I'm DEAD. He will be getting a purple color way but I'm saving that for later. I almost made Elita-1 way more buff, but my friend bullied me so blame them for the less buff Elita.

Then there's the heights. Elita-1 gets to be a (relatively) tall queen. Shrapnel is just a little guy compared to normal cogged bots, I love him sm. Anyways, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk <3

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers One (2024), Transformers: Prime, Transformers: Earthspark (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Megatron/Optimus Prime, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Original Cybertronian Character(s)/Original Cybertronian Character(s), Megatron/Orion Pax Characters: Megatron (Transformers), Optimus Prime, Orion Pax, Sentinel Prime (Transformers), Elita One (Transformers), Jazz (Transformers), Original Cybertronian Character(s), Ratchet (Transformers), Prowl (Transformers), D-16 (Transformers One), B-127 (Transformers One), Shrapnel (Transformers) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Found Family, Surprise Adoption, Slow Romance, Pre-Canon, Canon-Typical Violence, Tags May Change, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Strangers to Lovers Summary:

“I don’t know, Jazz. The arena is half an hour away by train, and his matches are always packed,” Orion said, hefting a crate of energon.

“I know- but you’re the only one with that day off! Please? It’s for Elita, don’t you want her to like- er tolerate you?” Jazz begged.

“You know I hate watching that scrap.”

“You don’t have to watch, just get the autograph.”

Orion let out a deep sigh “I don’t know...”

“Come on, Orion, you’ve done plenty of dumb scrap before.”

“Yeah, well, those dumb things usually don’t involve decapitated bots,” he huffed. “But… fine, okay. If I die, I’m coming back to haunt you.” ~~~~~~~~

D-16 had always been discontent with his station in life. The cards he'd been dealt were far from fair, but he was doing the best he could with his newly obtained fame. His luck takes a turn for the better when one Orion Pax sneaks back stage for an autograph.

Or: I wanted to try and make one coherent continuity from the copious amounts of Transformers media I've consumed

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gothamhappiness · 1 day ago

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The nightclub (Jason Todd x f!reader)

Hi everyone! I had a little cute idea about a girl wanting to open a nightclub on Red Hood's territory, and the man is quite interested in doing business with her.

Hope you'll enjoy these headcanons <3

Warnings: no proof reading, mentions of violence, of injuries, of assholes trying to steal your nightclubs, mentions of drinking alcohol, one or two strong words.

When you opened your nightclub, you did it on Red Hood’s territory.

You were a girl, you weren’t a villain surrounded by goons and you knew that Gotham would eat you up if you didn’t go somewhere safe. And for you, Red Hood’s territory was the safest place.

You didn’t care what the media, Batman and cops could say about him. You knew Red Hood was a good guy. Yes, he killed people and was a crime lord, it didn’t change the fact, you believed in him.

You were a smart girl so you asked to meet him for some business affair. You had to beg his goons to give him the message you needed to talk with him. You couldn’t start your business without being certain that Red Hood would keep your nightclub safe.

For a couple of nights, you felt eyes on you, but you weren’t afraid. It didn’t feel malevolent.

Then some of Red Hood’s goons found you and brought you to his “public” base. You sat down on a sofa that had seen better days. But you barely noticed it because the infamous Red Hood was sitting right in front of you, his mask peering into your soul. You didn’t dare to speak for a little while, as you were looking at each other.

“So, you wanted to meet me” Red Hood finally spoke and you heard the slight annoyance in his voice “I’m a busy man, so if it could be quick, it'd be nice” he told you and you found yourself nodding

“Thank you so much for having accepted meeting me. I know you you do have a lot of work… Actually I’m here because I want to do things the right way... with you.” you explained

“What do you mean?” he asked, getting curious now

“I want to open a nightclub, but because of the concurrence and because of people like the Penguin, I need to do it somewhere they can’t reach me and my future clients… And this place is on your territory” you told him

You saw that Red Hood was getting interested because he leaned closer to you.

“Go on” he instructed you

“I’ve got the name for it, I even got enough savings for buying the abandoned nightclub of your territory, but I need your approval. I need your protection. Of course, I understand how things work and I can give you some percentage of the business, every month” you told him

“I don’t need your money. But I’d be happy to have somewhere fancy for my own business meetings. And to not have to pay for my drinks” he told you and you brightly smiled at him

“Of course! You agree with the plan, then?” you asked, just to make sure and Red Hood nodded

“Yeah. You can start working. Let me know when you’ll open, so I’ll be there too” he promised you

You did as you were told.

You worked hard for several months because there was a lot to do to make the place suitable. It had been abandoned for so long.

You got worried about money at some point, you were even about to ask for a delay for paying the firms working on your club. But someone paid them for you.

One day, some men came and tried to scare you off, as the restoration work was almost done. They wanted to force you to give them the nightclub. They even took a gun out. You told them the place was under Red Hood’s protection and they exchanged a look before laughing.

They told you they wanted all the paperwork done when they would come back in the evening. You nodded, to not get shot.

But you didn't prepare the paperwork, you simply found one of Red Hood goons and told him about what happened.

And the men never came back.

The night of the opening, you had invited Red Hood like he asked you to. You were excited because there had been a lot of ads for your nightclub and you heard people were eager to come. You were also excited because you got Red Hood an office and a booth all for him.

You hoped he would like it.

The first night was a success beyond anything you could imagine. Even more when Red Hood showed up.

You quickly walked to him to greet him. You started to show him around, especially what you had done for him. After a little while, you both sat at his booth with drinks.

“You did good” he praised you and you brightly smiled at him.

After that, your nightclub was also known as Red Hood’s hot spot because the man came almost every night, for a drink, for talking business with other people, for working in peace in the office you got him or for flirting with you.

You didn’t mind the attention and you were quite happy to have him around. You never dared push your luck with him. But you still got a phone number you could call him at and you had a few beepers under some counters and into your office so you could ask for his goons to come and check on you.

Sometimes, you looked after him too. When he was too injured or dizzy to go anywhere else, your nightclub was the easiest place to find. You would settle him in your flat that was just above your nightclub - Red Hood bought you the whole building after a year, as a “reward” for doing so well.

He trusted you.

At some point, he even let you discover his real identity. It was then things started to evolve between the two of you. You two weren’t anything official, but Jason wasn’t particularly interested in anyone else and you either. You were happy with things that way.

You were the only person he trusted, and he was the only person you would call if you were in trouble.

Everyone knew better than to fuck with you or with your nightclub. You were off limits. The few assholes who tried anything against you, got a very pissed off Red Hood after them.

You realised how everyone was aware Red Hood was spending a lot of time in your nightclub - with you - when Nightwing and Red Robin showed up one night.

Your bartender quickly called you from your office. You greeted the two men with a polite smile. You weren’t afraid of them. It was probably because you were accustomed to Red Hood’s presence, so no one could impress you anymore.

The two vigilantes were looking for your protector and you weren’t too keen on helping them, until they started to talk about the Joker. You didn’t want Jason to take any risks, but you knew he would be mad at you for not having called him.

You excused yourself and called Red Hood to let him know what the vigilantes just told you. Nightwing and Red Robin swore they never reached for Red Hood that easily and quickly before.

After that, whenever the Batfamily needed to find Red Hood or to talk to him, they knew it was easier to go through you.

The first time Batman showed up at your nightclub, you really wondered what your life had become.

And you were quite proud and happy with yourself.

No need to say that with the official protection of Red Hood and the unofficial one of the rest of the Batfamily, your nightclub and yourself were the safest place and person in Gotham.

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domxmarvel · 21 hours ago

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Mine 💚

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Pairing: Billie eilish x Female!Reader

After years of work you got signed to a major horror movie studio,throwing your name into the spotlight. And quickly tossing you into multiple interviews to promote yourself and your new movie coming out. The press tour taking you almost all across the US. Including an appearance on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon. The interview was mostly about your new movie,the previous roles and the new studio you were signed to. Of course because it was Jimmy Fallon he had to keep the mood light and make jokes. During the interview, the audience was shown clips of you at various Billie eilish shows from the Hit Me Hard and Soft Tour. You had been to several shows and had the time of your life. Which was embarrassing and all you could do was just laugh.

“I’m guessing you had fun?”

“She’s just incredible” You chuckled,praising Billie.

Hours later the clips were all over the internet and your phone dinged with a message.

@ billieeilish Her name popped up,seeing that she sent you a message.

@ billieeilish: “hey just saw you on Jimmy Fallon, you’re funny and congrats on signing to the new studio”

"Well I dabble in comedy 😉,and thanks" you added a winking emoji to emphasize the joke.

@ billieelish: "Dabble in comedy and final girl roles, apparently. your screams are iconic."

"So are your songs,I mean you saw the footage of me making a fool of myself at your concert 😂😅"

@ billieeilish: "I think you spelled 'living your best life' wrong 😂” You chuckled to yourself.

"I guess I really did spell it wrong"

@ billieeilish: "glad you cleared that up 😂 so which song is your favorite?"

"Well I have two favorites 'You should see me in a crown' and 'lunch'"

@ billieeilish: "taste 🤌🏻 you might be the first person to not say all the good girls go to hell or something in my dms 😂"

"Or bad guy 😂"

@ billieeilish: "omg yes 😂"

"You really should consider adding copycat to the set list,if you're taking suggestions that is"

@ billieeilish: "oh, I'm always open to suggestions. 👀 I'll see what I can do. "

@ billieeilish: "You seem to be a big fan. How many of my shows have you been to?”

"Honestly I've lost track,I've been to almost every show for the past three years"

@ billieeilish: "Damn, okay, hardcore. I'm impressed. have you been to the international ones too?"

"Some,when they were close to the filming locations" you explained.

@ billieeilish: "Ah, right. acting superstar, I forgot 😂 what's it like filming horror movies? I bet it's nerve-wracking"

"Not really,it wears off after a while and you lose the 'scared' part of it. You gotta learn to fake being scared really well" you explained further.

@ billieeilish: "You're a great actress then, because you looked terrified in The long night"

"Let you in on a little secret,that shot was filmed like 13 different times and they went with one of the later takes. Meaning that terrified look and scream was entirely fake,at that point I had been screaming all day but no one can tell"

@ billieeilish: "Damn, respect. all that screaming, and you still look amazing 😂 I'd be a mess. you probably have a killer throat game" You chuckled.

"So I've been told but don't expect me to sing. You heard how horribly off key I was,but if you ever need someone to scream or something like that,you know the right person 😂"

@ billieeilish: "Well, if I ever need a scream queen, I know who to call. and don't worry, off-key is the new in. You'll start a trend 😂"

"Sureeee" you spelt it in a way that showed you were being sarcastic. "Whatever you say Billie"

@ billieeilish: "don't mock me. I'm a very influential person. I can totally change trends with one flick of my pretty hand 😂"

"I don't doubt that" you smirked but she of course couldn't see it.

@ billieeilish: "good, you shouldn't doubt me. I'm always right. just ask my best friend Zoe, she'll confirm it 😂" You chuckled,before texting back.

"I don't think I need someone to confirm it,I already believe you. Unfortunately I'm gonna have to let you go,I have a premiere tomorrow and if I show up one more time with dark circles under my eyes from staying up all night the makeup team is not gonna be happy with me"

@ billieeilish: "Aww, alright. Gotta let my new fan rest. Can't have those circles under your eyes ruining that perfect look 😉 have fun at the premiere, darling. Break a leg"

"You too,and get some sleep because I know for a fact you have a show tomorrow"

@ billieeilish: "oh, so you're keeping tabs on me now? 👀 I'm honored, really. and yeah, you caught me. I have a show tomorrow. but I'll be sure to rest up so I can give my best performance for my number one fan ;)"

"Oh,I'm not gonna be there,with the premiere the time just won't work out. But I know you'll do great"

@ billieeilish: "Aww, that's a bummer. I was definitely looking forward to seeing you there. But I get it, the timing sucks. At least you'll be there in spirit 😂 and don't worry, I'll make sure to put on a show worthy of you, even if you won't be in the audience. I'll pretend you're there watching, front row, screaming for me"

"Good night,Billie 💚"

@ billieeilish: "Goodnight, darling. Sweet dreams. can't wait to chat again"

The next day you sent her a few photos as you got ready with the makeup team.

@ billieeilish: "wow, looking absolutely radiant! The makeup team works miracles. I'm jealous, all I have to do is wake up and get dressed 😂"

"You're the lucky one here,I had to be up at five am for this. I wish I could just get up,get dressed and head out 😂"

@ billieeilish: "Ugh, five in the morning? brutal. I don't envy that. I'm already exhausted just thinking about it. but hey, at least you get to wear a gorgeous dress and walk the red carpet. I just get to run around on stage for two hours 😂"

"I'd still rather be there watching you than the red carpet"

@ billieeilish: "Aww, you flatter me. but really, don't underestimate the power of a red carpet moment. I've seen those photos, your fans go absolutely crazy over you. I'm jealous of that 😉"

"I gotta go,they're calling for me. Good luck with your show 💚"

@ billieeilish: "alright, break a leg out there! I'll be thinking of you while I'm onstage.Have fun ❤️" You got to the red carpet and took photos,did some interviews which consisted of questions about the movie and filming before you headed inside.

@ billieeilish: "How's the premiere going? I bet you're absolutely killing it on the red carpet. I wish I could be there to cheer you on" You sent her a photo from the red carpet.

"It's going pretty well although I still wish I was at your show instead"

@ billieeilish: "Wow, you look stunning! they could totally use that photo as a movie still. And aww, I wish you were at the show too. But know that I'm thinking about you every time I sing. Maybe I'll even dedicate a song to you 😉"

"Really,which one?"

@ billieeilish: "hmmm, let's see... I'll let it be a surprise 😉 But trust me, it'll be one you'll love. You have great taste in my music, after all. I hope you're settling in for the movie now, but I gotta get ready for mine. Talk to you later, darling" As soon as everyone got into the theater to watch the movie you snuck off,changing your shoes so you weren't wearing heels. You made your way over to her show,already having a ticket that you bought months before. You walked in and heard her singing. You listen closely to see which song it was. Billie was on stage, performing with infectious energy, and the audience roared in approval. The song she chose was ‘Happier Than Ever.’ Soon you were screaming the lyrics with her,but begin cautious to not be too loud. As the song ended, Billie took a moment to catch her breath. The crowd cheered on, and she couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline from the performance. She spotted you and shot a subtle smirk your way, clearly enjoying the fact that you were there. You smiled back at her,clearly overdressed for one of her concerts. You saw her chuckling,probably at how overdressed you were. As the concert continued, Billie continued singing, her eyes occasionally darting back to you, You continued to sing along with her,knowing every single word. As the concert reached its climax, the energy reached its peak. The crowd was electric, and you were right in the middle of it all, singing and dancing like you were the biggest fan. After the final song had ended and the lights went down, the crowd erupted into applause, and Billie's adrenaline was pumping. But as the audience began to file out, she looked around for you, realizing you were gone. A mix of disappointment and curiosity filled her mind.

"Sorry about running off,I had to get back in time for the after party so they wouldn't know I snuck off. I wish I could've talked to you but I had to be fast" You were gone but you did leave a message. "And your performance was absolutely fantastic," you added. You arrived back at your hotel room, kicking off your heels and collapsing onto the bed with a sigh of exhaustion. The after-party had been fun, but all you could think about now was how much you had enjoyed Billie's concert and the stolen moment with her. You were in the middle of washing your makeup off when you noticed tweets popping up with your name, mentioning that you had been at the concert. Curiously, you started scrolling through the mentions and comments, reading what people were saying about your surprise appearance.

"I'm dying! Y/N at Billie's concert? This is the crossover we didn't know we needed."

"I still can't believe I saw Y/N in the audience at Billie's concert. She was jamming out like the biggest fan."

"Wait, was that Y/N I saw at Billie's concert? OMG, she's such a huge fan! #Y/NAtBillieConcert" Immediately these were followed by others confused as you were supposed to be at the premiere.

"Yeah,she had premiere tonight,she must really be a big fan to sneak off just for Billie"

"Isn't she supposed to be at the premiere of her new movie?"

"Gotta admit, that's pretty impressive. Who would skip a premiere for a concert? Only a true fan."

"Wait, what? She left the premiere for Billie's concert? That's some serious dedication." You couldn't help but laugh at the confusion on Twitter as people started speculating about your whereabouts. And less than an hour the news outlets had picked up on the story,swarming with headlines such as.

@ EntertainmentWeekly: "Y/N Caught at Billie Eilish Concert: A Night to Remember!"

@ E!News: "Y/N Spotted at Billie Eilish Concert Amidst Premiere: A Surprising Fan Moment"

@ CelebBuzz: "Y/N’s Surprise Appearance at Billie Eilish Concert Sparks Speculations of a Romantic Connection!"

@ GossipCentral: "Y/N Skips Movie Premiere for Billie Eilish Concert: A Secret Romance?” You filled up the bathtub just as your phone dings with a message.

@ billieelish: "Hey, I see you made quite the impression on the media tonight 👀"

"Sure did,now everyone thinks we're secretly dating"

@ billieelish: "Haha, well, you know how the media is. they'll take any opportunity to spin a story. but just so you know, I'm not complaining about being associated with you like that 😉"

"They'll take anything,huh?"

@ billieelish: "Oh, absolutely. they're like sharks, circling any piece of drama or gossip they can find. but honestly, I wouldn't mind the media thinking we're secretly dating. could be worse, right?😏"

"It's pretty funny too,maybe you should come with me to the next premiere?" You suggested.

@ billieelish: "Haha, you know what? maybe I will. it'd give the media something to really talk about, right? and I have to admit, I wouldn't mind being your date to a premiere 😉"

"In that case I'll text you the details once I get them"

@ billieelish: "Perfect, I'll be looking forward to seeing you again and giving the media even more to write about 😉”

A few days passed and you talked less,mostly because you were both busy. You doing promotions for your next movie and she was filming for a music video,but she was stumped on one thing. The music video needed a princess of sorts to tie in with the song about how someone and their life looks like a fairytale. She just couldn't figure out who should play the princess,every actress didn't give the look in her eyes that she wanted. She was quickly running out of hope,having gone through a big amount of the actresses that auditioned.

@ billieelish: "Hey, I know this might be a bit random, but I've been stuck on something and I was hoping you could help me out. Can I ask you a favor?"

"I'll see what I can do,so what do you need help with?"

@ billieelish: "Well, I'm filming a music video, and I'm having trouble finding the right actress to play this princess role. I know it's probably a long shot, but I was wondering if you'd be open to trying out for it? I think you'd be perfect for the part."

"Sure,I could give it a try"

@ billieelish: "Really? That's amazing! Honestly, I was a little worried you might think it's a crazy idea, but I'm so glad you're game for it. When would you be free to come down to the set and give it a shot?"

"I have one more interview,so send me the details and I'll be there in one hour maximum"

@ billieelish: "Awesome, I'll have my team send you the address and any other necessary details. And don't worry, the scene is pretty simple. You just need to look pretty and act like a princess."😏

"Lucky for me I'm pretty good at that" you jokingly typed back.

@ billieelish: "Haha, I have no doubt about that. I've seen your red carpet looks, you totally dress the part of a princess. can't wait to see you in action 😉"

one hour later

When you arrived at the set, you noticed that the crew were already preparing for the shoot. Billie was in the corner, looking over the scene. She noticed you and quickly walked over.

"Hey, glad you could make it. ready to give this princess thing a shot?" she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Sure,now what should I do?" You looked around,trying to deduce what the scene was about.

"Well, we're shooting a scene in the forest. We want to capture the whole fairytale vibe, so I think we're going for a soft, almost floating kind of walk. you know, like a princess walking through the woods, lost in her own world." Hours passed as you filmed,the last scene was her laying on your lap as she sang.

Days later you were back on the set of your movie when you got a notification of a money transfer from Billie with a note that said “Thanks princess” Your eyebrows raised, and a small smile played on your lips, realizing that Billie had sent payment for you appearing in her music video.

"You know that's way too much,it wasn't that many hours" you texted her.

The one thing about it was,it was too much for that few hours of filming.

@ billieelish: "lol, don't worry about it. I wanted to make sure I paid you well for your time and the amazing job you did. consider it a bonus for being the perfect princess 😉"

"Okay,sugar daddy," you joked back.

@ billieelish: "Haha, sugar daddy? I like the sound of that 😉 but seriously, I just wanted to show my appreciation, and I think you deserve it. so consider it a thank you gift from your favorite musician 😉" A few hours later you had finished filming for the day,the music video was released and you sat down to see what people were saying. You scrolled through your phone, checking social media to see how fans reacted to the video. Comments were rolling in, and the feedback was overwhelmingly positive. People were going nuts over your appearance and some even speculated about your relationship with Billie. Comments like

"OMG, the princess is a literal goddess! Who is she?"

"Billie and the princess are giving us major fairytale vibes"

"The way Billie looks at her 😍" filled the comment section. Fans also took notice of the fact that the music video had a more light and cheerful tone than her usual dark and somewhat depressing tone.

"The chemistry between Billie and the princess is off the charts!"

"I think the princess is the reason for the happier vibe. There's something about her that really brings a smile to my face."

"Is it just me or does this music video feel different than Billie's usual ones? It's so light and cheerful!"

"The princess, the lighting, the vibes—this music video is perfect. it feels like a whole new side of Billie we haven't seen before."

"I don't know what it is about the princess, but she really makes this music video. The chemistry between her and Billie is unreal."

"I've never seen Billie look at someone the way she looks at the princess. there has to be some real-life chemistry there! the tension is insane."

And the comments continued as you took her to your premiere as your plus one. The fans went wild on social media after seeing photos of you and Billie together at the premiere. The hashtag "billieandprincess" started trending, and the speculation about your relationship reached new heights.

"Omg, did you see that look in Billie's eyes when the princess walked down the red carpet? pure love. I can't handle it."

"Billie and the princess are owning this red carpet. seriously, they're giving us goals #billieandprincess"

"I can't believe they came as each others' dates! they look so cute together.”

"The chemistry is off the charts. I can't stop staring at their pictures. this has to be more than just a friendly outing, right?"

“The way they're posing together is everything. I'm officially on the 'billieandprincess' train. this is the ship I didn't know I needed." It was clear the fans wanted you together and that wasn't helped by her continuing to have you in music videos,playing various characters but always close to her.

"I'm fully convinced they're secretly dating. who else gets to be in this many music videos with an artist like Billie?"

"I can't believe they're in another music video together! every time they team up, the chemistry is just unreal." The idea that you were secretly dating quickly made its way out of the fans and reached the headlines in newspapers and magazines.

@ PopCultureInsider: "The latest scoop: are Billie Eilish and her onscreen princess truly an item? read more here to find out!"

@ TrendingNow: "Billie Eilish's latest music video sparks romance rumors with mystery actress. Could this be the real deal?" With both of you not confirming or denying it,which only served to make them speculate more.

You were both at her place,she had invited you over to watch a movie. You had a couple of drinks before she started talking.

"So, there's something I've been wanting to talk to you about... about us." she paused, her eyes searching yours. "You know how the media's been going crazy with all the speculation and rumors about us, right?"

"You wanna tell them that we're just friends?" You asked.

"No, that's not exactly what I was thinking." Billie shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. You moved closer to her,her hand quickly moved to your waist.

"If we do..." you couldn't think of what to say,the alcohol clouding your mind.Billie's hand on your waist sent a shiver down your spine, and the alcohol in your veins made your heart pound faster. You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself, but the proximity was making it hard to think clearly. She leaned closer, her face just inches from yours, her eyes fixated on your lips.

"If we do..." she repeated your words, her voice barely above a whisper. You leaned closer and kissed her,your hand moving into her hair and she pulled you into her lap. With a soft moan, she deepened the kiss, her tongue seeking yours. The world around you faded away as you lost yourself in the moment, the taste of her and the intoxicating heat of her body against yours. You ran your hands through her hair, holding her close, your body trembling with anticipation. The room was filled with the sounds of your ragged breaths and soft moans, a symphony of pleasure that only fueled the fire between you. Only for the moment to be interrupted by someone's voice.

"Well, this is... unexpected." Just as things were getting even more heated, the sound of someone clearing their throat broke the moment. You both turned to see Billie's brother, Finneas, standing at the doorway, his eyes widened with surprise. "Looks like I interrupted something." He smirked, raising an eyebrow as he looked at the two of you, still cuddled closely together on the couch. His playful tone was evident as he spoke. Billie's voice was filled with embarrassment.

"Finneas, hey... um, you're home early."

"Sorry, didn't realize this was a private party." Finneas chuckled, clearly enjoying the situation.

"Oh, shut up. Don't you knock first?" she retorted.

"Oh, my bad. I'll make sure to wait for an invitation next time."

"Well, you just ruined the mood." You couldn't help but smile at their banter despite the initial embarrassment. Finneas's easy-going nature made the moment less tense as he leaned against the doorframe. He grabbed something and left,but not without some remark.

"Oh, and just remember kids, protection is important." Billie tossed a cushion towards him, which he dodged. "Thanks, we'll keep that in mind. Any more sage advice, oh wise one?"

“Hey, just lookin' out for you two lovebirds! Safety first, remember!" You and Billie exchanged a look before bursting into laughter. Finneas had a knack for lightening the mood, and his playful banter eased the embarrassment you both were feeling. She tossed another pillow his way.

"We get it, we get it! Now, can we get back to our moment, please?" Finneas ducked out of the way, narrowly avoiding getting hit by the pillow. He smirked, clearly enjoying the banter. He turned his back and you tossed a pillow his way,this one hit him.

"Hey, that was a cheap shot!"

"Maybe now you'll think twice before interrupting next time." Billie was clearly finding it fun that you stood with her,despite your moment having been ruined. He scurried off,leaving her looking up at you as her hands held your hips still.

"Where were we again?" Billie looked up at you, a mixture of desire and affection dancing in her eyes. Her hands remained on your hips, a possessive touch.

"I don't know,the shock sobered me up" you got off her and stood up. "I could use a shot of something"

"Yeah, Finneas has that effect on people. Always pops up at the most inconvenient times." You both moved to the kitchen. "As for that shot you need, what's your poison?"

"Something strong"

"How's a shot of good old whiskey sound? It'll definitely kickstart your mood." You both downed the shots,the whiskey burning on its way down. She set the empty shot glass on the counter with a soft clink, her gaze fixed on you, a mixture of desire and anticipation in her eyes.

"So we're doing this?" you gestured between you two.

"Unless you've changed your mind." She took a step closer to you, the space between you growing smaller with each moment. Her hand found your hip again, drawing you in even closer, the heat of your bodies meeting.

"I haven't" you moved closer,pressing yourself against her. You picked her up and set her down on the counter. Sitting there, she looked up at you, her gaze dark with desire and a hint of mischief. Your hands moved up her thighs to her waist as you kissed her.Her hands found their way to your hips, pulling you even closer as she deepened the kiss, a soft moan escaping her as her desires heightened.

"Maybe you should write a song about me," you teased,trailing your hand between her thighs.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Being the subject of my next hit single." She looked up at you with a playful look, biting her lower lip as your touch sent sparks of pleasure through her. Trying to keep her voice even, she responded, her tone both amused and slightly breathless. You pulled her right to the edge,right up against you.

"Doesn't your princess deserve a song?" You knew what you were doing,playing with her.

"Oh, does my princess want a song all to herself?" She wrapped her legs around your waist, her arms looping around your shoulders as she looked up at you, a mix of playfulness and lust in her eyes. She leaned in closer, her words a playful challenge. You kissed her neck.

"What do you think?" It was a sarcastic question,one that didn't demand an answer.

"Maybe I do... maybe I want a whole album."

"Really now? Tell me more" you bit her neck,making her moan. "Make that album and I promise I'll give you the best night of your life" you whispered,moving your hands underneath her oversized t-shirt.

"You'd better keep that promise." You moved to pull off her shorts,moving to whisper.

"Oh,I will" you spread her legs,your fingers hooked her panties and pulled them off. "I'm keeping these,I hope you don't miss them too much. And if you need more 'inspiration' call me"

"Trust me, I'll remember this for future inspiration. But I think you might need to give me something in return." Her panties had a massive wet spot,clearly she was enjoying this. You unzipped your top to show your chest as you leaned closer. She bit her lip, trying to control the wave of arousal that coursed through her at the sight.

"That's a pretty good exchange... but is it enough to inspire a whole album?"

"Then touch them" you smirked

"Giving me instructions now, are you? I should've known you'd be the bossy type." Her hands slowly traced your skin.

"You should watch that pretty mouth,it'll get you in lots of trouble" your lips glistened with your lipgloss which had somehow stayed despite everything.

"And what if I like trouble? What if I want my pretty mouth to get me into some fun situations?" Your hand brushed against the inside of her thigh,before two fingers plunged into her. Your fingers slipping in so easily.

"God,you're so wet for me"

"Y-You have that effect on me... It's incredible..." Her body arched into your touch at your words, a soft moan escaping her lips."Really" You pulled your fingers out and licked them. She whined and whimpered the second you pulled your fingers out. "Please... I need more, don't tease me like this" You smirked,knowing you had her at your mercy. You moved her body,putting her feet on the counter which made her spread her legs wide. Letting you see her fully as you drew lines from her ankle to her inner thigh. You took her hand and placed it between her legs.

"Now,show me how you've touched yourself." You smirked,your hand covering hers. She moved her hand,circling her clit, her breath shallow and quick. "How many times have you done this,pretended,wished it was my hand?" You whispered into her ear. She let out a shuddering exhale as your words washed over her, the sound of them sending chills down her spine. Your free hand moved to her chest,softly squeezing as you kissed her collarbones and neck. You kissed her cheek,your hand moving hers in quicker circles. Her back arched and she moaned loudly. It didn’t take long at all for her to cum with your touch,you took over and let her ride it out as long as she could. “That’s it,good girl.”

Months later she had finished the album and was working on a music video with you. This one was completely sexual and you played along perfectly. One scene was her scribbling the word 'mine' all over you. Pretty much confirming your relationship to the media. You both knew that this moment was more than just a scene for the music video. It was a statement to the world that you belonged to each other. You were covered in the word and decided to post a photo to your Instagram,with the caption 'I think they got the message 💚' and tagged her on one of the 'mine' she had written on your skin.

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Hide | Chapter 5.2 | In Spite of Ourselves

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Riley Carter (OC)

Word Count: 11.1k

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Warnings: Mild language, sexual content, emotionally charged confrontations, conflicting priorities, and that sinking feeling when you realize letting go might not be an option anymore

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First off, I’m so sorry this chapter is late—I have COVID and feel like death. Thanks for being patient with me while I try to survive this plague. You guys are the best, seriously. 💜

Sometimes, you can feel the ground shifting under your feet before you even know why. That slow, uneasy realization that something fundamental has changed, and there’s no way to rewind to who you were before.

This chapter is all about that tipping point—the moment when you realize that what you thought was just a spontaneous, whirlwind connection has become something rooted, something permanent. It’s about standing on the edge of something new and terrifying, trying to decide whether to leap or turn away.

For Joe, it’s about fighting against his instinct to compartmentalize—trying to reconcile his carefully curated, structured life with the unplanned, unpredictable connection he’s found with Riley. It’s about recognizing that sometimes stability doesn’t come from control—it comes from trusting that the ground beneath you won’t give way.

For Riley, it’s the weight of something she didn’t see coming—a collision of her carefree spirit with the harsh reality that this isn’t just a passing moment. It’s the vulnerability of admitting that maybe, just maybe, she’s started to care too much about a man who was never supposed to be more than a few unforgettable days.

This chapter is about that moment when you stop pretending you’re unaffected—when you face the truth that whatever this is, it’s too big to ignore. It’s about two people who were never supposed to fit finding themselves completely and undeniably entwined.

I hope this one hits you right in the gut. I poured my whole heart into capturing that feeling of being terrified and exhilarated all at once—the point where “maybe” turns into “definitely” and you can’t unfeel it, no matter how hard you try.

Thank you so much for all your support and love on the last chapter! Your reactions genuinely fuel me to keep writing—even while battling COVID. I can’t wait to hear what you think of this one. 💜✨

Happy reading! 💛🏈

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Joe woke to sunlight stabbing through the curtains and a headache that felt like it had been personally handcrafted by the devil himself. His mouth was dry, his limbs heavy, and when he shifted, something sharp dug into his ribs.

A bead.

He peeled his eyes open just enough to see a rogue strand of Mardi Gras beads tangled in the sheets. The memories hit in pieces—Riley on his shoulders, her victorious yell, too much bourbon, Tomas shoving a flask in his hand every time he turned around, the slow, easy way she'd curled into him after—

Bzzzzz.

Joe groaned as the insistent sound of a phone vibrated somewhere in the room. Not Riley's—hers was still facedown on the nightstand.

He patted blindly around his side of the bed until he found his own phone, squinting at the screen.

Mom.

Shit.

He answered on autopilot. "Hey."

"Hey, sweetheart. You busy?"

Joe rubbed a hand over his face, trying to push through the fog. "Uh… not really."

"Good! I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop by. Maybe grab lunch?"

Joe blinked. "Lunch?" He turned his head just enough to glance at the clock. 11:47 AM.

"Yeah, lunch. That thing people eat in the middle of the day? You know it?"

He swallowed, wincing at how dry his throat was. "I'm not home."

A pause. "…Okay. No problem. When will you be?"

Joe scrubbed a hand through his hair. "Tomorrow afternoon?"

Another pause, longer. "…You're out of town? I thought you had a full schedule this week."

There was no use lying. "I did."

Joe sighed, bracing himself. "I moved some things around."

His mom's voice shifted. "You moved some things around."

"Yep."

"…To go where?"

Joe exhaled through his nose, staring at the ceiling. "New Orleans."

Silence. Then—

"You moved things around… to go to New Orleans… for a few days."

"Correct."

A beat. Then, in that knowing, motherly tone that sent a fresh wave of dread down his spine—

"And what exactly are you doing in New Orleans?"

Joe glanced sideways. Riley was still buried under the covers, only the top of her head visible. He closed his eyes. "Visiting a friend."

"A friend."

"Yup."

"You moved your entire schedule around to visit a friend in New Orleans."

"…Yup."

His mom made a sound. A knowing sound. "Is this friend female?"

Joe hesitated. "Mom."

Silence.

Then, "So you're in New Orleans."

"Yes."

"With a maybe female friend."

Joe groaned. "Mom."

"That's very interesting."

"I hate this conversation."

"No, no, I'm fascinated. Tell me everything."

Joe sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Okay, I'm done now. I'll call you when I'm back in town. LOVE YOU."

"Wait—"

He hung up and immediately flopped back against the pillows, draping an arm over his face.

"Friend, huh?" came Riley's sleepy, amused voice from under the covers. She rolled over, peeking at him with one eye. "That's what they're calling it these days?"

Joe groaned again. "How long have you been awake?"

"Long enough," she murmured, a small smile playing on her lips. "You sound terrible."

"I'm dying. You'll have to eulogize me. Make sure to mention my many talents and few flaws."

"Blame Tomas," Riley said, pushing herself up slightly. "Every time I turned around he was handing you that flask."

“I don’t even know what was in it,” Joe muttered, rubbing his temple. “Pretty sure it wasn’t legal.”

“Water,” Riley commanded, dropping her head back onto the pillow. “We need water.”

Joe chuckled, immediately regretting it when his head throbbed in protest. “Didn’t you get us water last night?”

“I did,” she mumbled, not bothering to lift her head. “But apparently we drank it all before passing out.”

Joe sighed and forced himself to sit up, wincing at the way the room swayed. “How about I get us some more water and painkillers instead?”

“Yes, go be the strong one,” Riley mumbled into the pillow. “You’re clearly better at handling your liquor than I am.”

Joe managed to haul himself out of bed, pulling on his discarded boxers before padding to the kitchen. He filled two glasses with water and hunted down ibuprofen in the bathroom cabinet, returning to find Riley exactly as he'd left her—sprawled across the bed like a wounded starfish.

"Come on," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Sit up. Doctor's orders."

Riley glared at him through one cracked eyelid. "You're not that kind of doctor."

"I've seen like, three episodes of Grey's Anatomy," Joe countered. "Close enough."

With a groan of protest, Riley hauled herself upright, accepting the pills and water with as much dignity as someone in her condition could muster. Joe swallowed his own, then settled back against the headboard, arm automatically extending in invitation.

Riley scooted closer, fitting herself against his side, her head resting on his shoulder. For a while, they just sat there in companionable silence, sipping water and letting the medication begin its work.

"I think I need to stay perfectly still for approximately twelve hours," Riley said finally. "Possibly longer."

Joe hummed in agreement. "No more parades today?"

"God, no," Riley groaned. "I wish we could, but my partying skills are rusty. I forgot how Mardi Gras takes no prisoners."

"So what you're saying is," Joe ventured carefully, "today is a good day to do absolutely nothing?"

"Absolutely nothing," Riley agreed, nestling closer.

And somehow, it felt like exactly where he was supposed to be.

And they did. The entire day unfolded in languid, comfortable laziness—a late breakfast of toast and coffee (the most they could stomach), followed by a marathon of 90s cartoons on Riley's worn leather couch. It had been one of those unexpected connections during their first meeting in New York—discovering they both harbored a not-so-secret love for the cartoons they'd grown up with.

They settled easily into a marathon of classics—everything from Animaniacs to Batman: The Animated Series—his arm draped casually over Riley's shoulders as she leaned against his chest. The simple domesticity of it struck him halfway through their third episode—how natural it felt to be here with her, doing absolutely nothing special.

When her phone buzzed for the third time in five minutes, Riley groaned, finally reaching to check it.

"Sorry," she said, glancing at the screen. "My friends are relentless."

Joe peered over her shoulder, catching a glimpse of the group chat title: THE DOLLS 👯‍♀️🍷

"The Dolls?" he questioned, amused.

Riley rolled her eyes. "High school nickname that unfortunately stuck. Laura, Haley, and me. Been friends since we were fifteen."

"And they're checking in on you?"

"More like demanding a full report," Riley admitted, her thumbs hovering over the keyboard. "I promised I'd tell them how things were going."

"Don't let me stop you," Joe said, genuinely curious about what she might say.

Riley shot him a look that was half suspicious, half playful. "You just want to know what I'm going to say about you."

"Maybe," he admitted with a grin.

Riley turned back to her phone, angling it slightly away from him as she typed, a small smile playing on her lips.

THE DOLLS 👯‍♀️🍷

Laura: Are you alive or did you drink the city dry last night?

Laura: Hello???

Haley: She's obviously busy. Let the woman live.

Haley: But also CALL US IMMEDIATELY we need details

Riley: I'm alive. Barely. Shit got crazy.

Laura: 👀👀👀

Laura: And the boy?

Riley: Also alive. We got a shoe last night.

Haley: Please tell me you got a photo of Joe Burrow at Mardi Gras

Riley: You know I did. She sent them one.

Laura: Look at y'all!! So cute. So how's it going? Scale of 1-10?

Riley paused, glancing up at Joe who pretended to be absorbed in the cartoon. She smiled to herself and typed again.

Riley: Y'all unfortunately for me its off the scale.

Haley: No way

Riley: Yes what i am gonna do?

Laura: OH MY GOD

Haley: Is he still there? RIGHT NOW??

Riley: Possibly watching Batman on my couch as we speak.

Laura: YOU'RE TEXTING US WHILE HE'S RIGHT THERE??

Riley: He's curious what I'm saying about him.

Haley: Tell him we said he better be treating our girl right or we'll find ways to make shit very uncomfortable for him 🔪

Riley: I'm not telling him that.

Laura: Fine. When do we get to meet him?

Riley: Let's not get ahead of ourselves. He leaves tomorrow.

There was a pause in the incoming messages, and Riley could almost feel her friends' unspoken concern through the screen.

Haley: And then what?

It was the question Riley had been avoiding even in her own mind. She glanced at Joe again, who was now openly watching her, a question in his eyes.

Riley: I don't know. We haven't talked about it.

Laura: Girl...

Riley: I know. It's just been...nice. I don't want to ruin it by overthinking.

Haley: y'all better talk about it before he leaves!!

laura: seriously what is the plan

riley: i know i know we will

Riley: I've got to go. Will call tomorrow. Love you both.

Haley: Love you. Be careful with your heart. ❤️

Laura: What she said. And USE PROTECTION. ❤️

Riley turned her phone face down on the coffee table, cheeks slightly flushed. "They say hi," she said, clearly editing heavily.

Joe smirked. "And what else?"

"Nothing important," Riley replied too quickly.

"Uh-huh." Joe wasn't convinced but let it drop, pulling her closer against him. "So, you gonna send me those pictures from yesterday you just sent the girls?"

Riley's head whipped around, eyes wide. "I knew you were being nosy!" She shoved his shoulder playfully. "Were you reading my texts the whole time?"

"Just enough to know you've been documenting our adventures," he teased, fingers finding the ticklish spot at her waist.

She squirmed away, laughing. "Maybe I will, maybe I won't. Depends on how nice you are to me."

Joe's expression softened, his hand finding hers. "We should probably talk about what happens next, you know. After tomorrow."

Riley's smile faded slightly, but she didn't pull away. "I know," she said quietly. "But not right now, okay? Let's just enjoy what we've got for right now."

Their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them. Joe nodded, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Deal. But soon."

"Soon," she agreed, nestling back against him as Batman outsmarted the Joker once again on screen.

By the time evening rolled around, their hangovers had mostly subsided, leaving behind a pleasant, drowsy contentment. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across Riley's living room, the sounds of smaller parades floating in through the open windows.

"Are you sure you don't want to catch one more parade before you leave tomorrow?" Riley asked, her head in Joe's lap as he absently stroked her hair. "There's a couple of fun ones tonight."

Joe considered this for a moment, weighing the appeal of spending another night in the Carnival crowds against something more private. "My hotel room has a balcony overlooking the parade route," he said decisively. "Let's watch from there. Private, comfortable, with room service on speed dial."

Riley's lips curved into a smile. "That does sound appealing. Very VIP."

"Plus," Joe added, his fingers still playing with her hair, "I haven't actually spent any time in the place I'm paying for."

Riley laughed, sitting up to face him. "Are you suggesting I've been monopolizing your time, Burrow?"

"Absolutely," Joe confirmed, grinning. "And I've enjoyed every second of it. But I thought maybe... I don't know. Maybe we could do the hotel tonight. Watch the parades from the balcony, order some room service, see how the other half of Mardi Gras lives."

"The fancy half, you mean," Riley teased, but her eyes were warm.

"Exactly," Joe nodded. "What do you think?"

Riley pretended to consider it, tapping her chin theatrically. "Let me see... private balcony, air conditioning, room service, no crowds..." She grinned. "I think I can be persuaded."

"That's what I was hoping you'd say," Joe replied, already reaching for his phone. "I'll call ahead, have them prep something special for us. Make sure the kitchen stays open late."

The casual way he took charge of the evening—confident and unspoken, like he knew exactly what he wanted—caught Riley off guard. Amusement flickered in her eyes, but it quickly softened into something warmer, more appreciative. She liked seeing him like this—decisive, assured, leaving no room for second-guessing.

Joe didn’t waste any more time, leaning in to kiss her softly at first—just a brush of lips that melted into something deeper, more deliberate. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer, and Riley’s fingers curled into his shirt, anchoring herself against the pull of his presence.

When she finally pulled back, just enough to catch her breath, her eyes sparkled with mischief. “If we start this now, we’re never gonna make it to your hotel before the streets are packed.”

Joe smirked, clearly unbothered. “That supposed to be a problem?”

Riley gave him a knowing look, fighting back a grin. “Only if you want to be stuck in the middle of a crowd for the next three hours.”

Joe sighed dramatically, dropping his forehead to hers. “Fine. Rain check. But I’m cashing it in later.”

Her smile turned wicked, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt. “I’m counting on it.”

She stood, stretching her arms above her head, her t-shirt riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of skin. Joe caught himself staring and quickly looked away—only to realize too late that his reaction was probably just as obvious.

"I should pack an overnight bag," Riley said, rolling out her shoulders. Then she glanced down at her loungewear. "And maybe put on real clothes."

Joe, caught off guard by the warmth that spread through him at the sight of her looking so comfortable and at home, managed a simple, "You look fine as you are."

Riley paused mid-step, one eyebrow raising slightly. "That so?"

"I just meant—" Joe began, then stopped himself, recognizing the teasing glint in her eyes.

"Mmhmm." She smiled, a knowing look passing between them. "I'll be quick."

As she disappeared into her bedroom, Joe sat back on the couch, struck by the realization that something had shifted between them in the past day and a half. What he felt watching her move around his space went beyond simple attraction. It felt like something clicking into place, something he hadn't even known was missing.

This was something else entirely. Something that made his chest feel tight when she looked at him like that, something that made him want to tell her things he rarely shared with anyone.

Something that was going to make leaving tomorrow a lot harder than he'd anticipated.

His phone buzzed with a text from his agent, another reminder of the real world waiting beyond this Mardi Gras bubble they'd created.

Sarah: Just checking in. Flight still good for tomorrow? Need any changes?

Joe stared at the message, the mundane logistics suddenly feeling like a weight. He typed back a quick affirmative, then set his phone aside, not wanting to think about tomorrow just yet.

In the bedroom, Riley was having a similar moment of realization as she tossed overnight essentials into a small bag. Her phone lit up with another message from the group chat.

Laura: I know you're ignoring us, but I had to say: I haven't heard you this happy in ages. That's all.

Riley smiled, warmth spreading through her chest. She hadn't told her friends everything—how Joe had lifted her onto his shoulders during the parade, his quiet vulnerability when he talked about life after football, the way he'd looked around her house like he was memorizing every detail. Some things felt too precious to share, even with the people who knew her best.

She typed back a simple heart emoji, then finished packing, trying not to think about what this all meant beyond tonight. Tomorrow would come whether they were ready or not. But they still had tonight, and she intended to make the most of it.

When she emerged from the bedroom, overnight bag in hand, Joe was standing by the window, looking out at the neighborhood. He turned at the sound of her footsteps, and the way his face lit up at the sight of her sent a flutter through her stomach that had nothing to do with her lingering hangover.

"Ready?" he asked.

Riley nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Ready."

Joe arrived at the hotel first, slipping through the lobby with practiced ease. He was used to keeping a low profile, and the staff here had already proven they valued discretion. A simple nod from the desk clerk was all the acknowledgment he got as he made his way upstairs.

Fifteen minutes later, there was a soft knock at his door.

Riley stepped inside quickly, hood pulled up, oversized sunglasses still on. "I feel like a mistress sneaking into a politician's hotel room," she muttered, tugging the glasses off.

Joe smirked. "Want me to start making bad policy decisions to complete the fantasy?"

"Please don't." She tossed her bag onto a chair and glanced around.

Joe watched as Riley took in the suite, struck by how different it felt having her here, in this impersonal space, after the warmth of her house. Despite the luxury—the high ceilings, antique furniture, tall windows overlooking the parade route—it felt less like home than Riley's cozy shotgun had after just one night. He found himself missing the character of her place—the emerald walls, the mismatched furniture, the art covering every surface. This place was beautiful but sterile by comparison.

"This view though," Riley said, dropping her overnight bag on a chair and heading straight for the balcony doors. "Front row seats."

Below them, the street hummed with energy—people in costumes and masks making their way toward preferred viewing spots, street vendors selling beads and drinks, the occasional burst of music from passing groups.

Joe followed her onto the balcony, coming up behind her to wrap his arms around her waist. A sense of déjà vu washed over him—they'd stood like this just yesterday, on his first night in the city. Had it really only been a day and a half? It felt impossible that he'd know her so well after such a short time.

"First parade should come through in about an hour," Joe said, resting his chin on Riley's shoulder. "Plenty of time to order dinner."

Riley turned in his arms, facing him with a mischievous smile. "Plenty of time for other things too."

"That so?" Joe asked, his hands settling on her hips, already pulling her closer.

"Absolutely," Riley confirmed, rising on her tiptoes to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw. "Any objections?"

"Not a single one," Joe murmured, his mouth finding hers.

Riley laughed against his lips, her hands already working at the hem of his shirt.

Without breaking the kiss, he guided her back inside, moving from the balcony into the bedroom with easy purpose.

The kiss deepened as they crossed the threshold, clothes falling to the floor in an urgent tangle. Joe's hands slipped beneath Riley's shirt, palms flat against the warm skin of her back. When his fingers traced the line of her spine, she arched into him with a soft sound that made his blood run hot.

His shirt hit the floor first, followed quickly by hers. Riley's hands found his chest, fingers tracing the contours of muscle with clear appreciation. Joe watched her face as she touched him—the focus in her eyes, the slight parting of her lips—and felt something tighten in his chest that had nothing to do with physical desire.

When his hands reached the clasp of her bra, Riley smiled, reaching behind herself to unfasten it before he could.

The sight of her—golden in the late afternoon light filtering through the balcony doors, confident in her bare skin—nearly undid him.

"Fuck," he breathed quietly, the word slipping out without thought, admiration rather than vulgarity coloring his voice.

Riley's smile deepened, eyes darkening playfully. "That's the idea, but you're still wearing pants."

He removed his jeans before guiding her toward the bed, pulling her down with him so she straddled his hips. The weight of her against him, the feel of skin on skin, the way her hair fell around them like a curtain—all familiar now yet somehow more intense than it had been that morning.

This time, there was none of the hesitation of their first encounter. This was a continuation, a deepening of something they'd already begun. Her body against his felt both new and achingly familiar, like returning to a place he'd only visited once but had thought about constantly since.

He took his time with her—mapping the constellation of freckles across her collarbone with his lips, learning which touches made her breath catch, which made her arch against him, which drew his name from her lips like a prayer. Every response, every reaction was filed away, precious knowledge he wanted to keep.

Riley was just as thorough in her exploration—her hands finding the sensitive spot on his hip bone that made him shudder, her lips tracing the scar on his knee with unexpected tenderness, her eyes never leaving his face as she gauged the effect she had on him.

When Riley's leg hooked around his waist, Joe flipped their positions in one smooth motion, covering her body with his own.

Without breaking rhythm, he reached toward the nightstand where he'd left a condom earlier—a moment of preparation that now seemed like the most practical decision he'd ever made.

They moved together with a synchronicity that felt both natural and miraculous, finding a rhythm that built steadily toward release. Riley met him thrust for thrust, her hands never still, her eyes never leaving his except when pleasure forced them closed.

When she came undone beneath him, her body tightening around him, her back arching off the bed, Joe followed her over the edge—the physical release accompanied by something deeper, more profound, that left him breathless and shaken.

Afterward, they lay tangled together, hearts racing, skin cooling in the air-conditioned room. Riley's head rested on his chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his shoulder. Joe's hand found its way to her hair, stroking the silky strands as their breathing slowly returned to normal.

"So," Riley said finally, her voice warm with satisfaction, "about that room service..."

Joe grinned, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I'll get the menu."

They did eventually order room service—a feast of local specialties that they devoured while lounging in plush hotel robes, the parade passing in a blur of lights and music on the street below. The balcony provided the perfect vantage point—close enough to catch beads thrown by particularly ambitious riders, but removed from the chaos of the crowds.

"I have to admit," Riley said, plucking a beignet from the dessert plate, "this is a pretty great way to experience Mardi Gras."

Joe nodded, leaning back in his chair, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "Best of both worlds. The view without the crowds."

"Though there is something to be said for being down in it," Riley mused, licking powdered sugar from her fingers in a way that made Joe temporarily forget what they were discussing. "The energy of the crowd, the music up close. Especially the second lines."

"Second lines?" Joe asked, dragging his attention back to the conversation.

Riley's eyes lit up. "Oh, you've never experienced a real second line? That's criminal. We have to fix that before you leave."

"What exactly is a second line?" Joe asked, curious now.

"It's... hard to explain," Riley said, searching for the right words. "Technically, it's the group of people who follow behind the main parade—the 'first line' being the official band and members. But it's so much more than that. It's this spontaneous celebration, with music and dancing and everyone joining in. It's the heart of New Orleans street culture."

Her enthusiasm was infectious, her hands moving animatedly as she described the tradition. "The best ones happen after the main parades, when brass bands just start playing and people follow. No barriers, no formality—just pure joy."

Joe watched her, entranced by her passion. "Sounds amazing."

"It is," Riley confirmed. "And there's almost always one that forms after the night parades here. We could join, if you wanted. You'd still be incognito—everyone's in costume, and it's dark, and no one's paying attention to individual faces anyway."

Joe hesitated, weighing the risk against the obvious happiness it would bring Riley. "Would I need my full royal costume again?"

Riley shook her head. "Just a mask would be fine. And maybe a hat. It's more about the spirit than the outfit, anyway."

The joy in her eyes made the decision easy. "Alright," Joe agreed. "Let's do it."

Riley's smile was blinding. "Really? You'll love it, I promise. It's my favorite part of Carnival."

As they finished their dessert, the parade outside reached its conclusion, the final floats passing beneath their balcony in a blaze of light and sound. But rather than dispersing, the crowd seemed to be gathering, coalescing around something Joe couldn't quite see from their vantage point.

"Listen," Riley said, tilting her head. "Hear that?"

In the distance, the unmistakable sound of brass instruments—trumpets, trombones, tubas—began to rise above the general din. Not the organized music of the parade bands, but something more organic, more spontaneous.

"We gotta move it, Burrow. We're missing it."

Joe could see the longing in her expression. "Let's go," he said simply, already reaching for his disguise.

They scrambled into their clothes with a frantic energy that had them bumping into each other, laughing as they nearly toppled over. Riley dug through her bag, producing two bandanas—one purple, one green—and handed the green one to Joe.

She reached up, adjusting the bandana around his face, making sure it covered enough but that he could still see. Joe had worn one yesterday, but somehow her hands on his face, fixing it just right, felt more intimate than before.

"Wait," Riley said, grabbing his Bengals cap and pulling it low over his eyes. She stood back to examine her work. "Perfect. Now come on."

The hotel lobby was nearly empty, the staff having long given up trying to maintain decorum as Carnival reached its peak outside. They slipped through the doors and into the night, the air thick with humidity and possibility.

The music was louder now, a pulsing rhythm that seemed to vibrate through the pavement itself. Riley clutched his hand tighter, pulling him through the crowd toward the sound.

And then, suddenly, they were there.

Time seemed to slow as they rounded the corner. The street opened up before them, transformed into something magical. A brass band—maybe a dozen players strong—had claimed the intersection, their instruments gleaming under streetlights, their bodies swaying as they played. Around them, people moved in a fluid dance, some with elaborate steps, others simply swaying, all connected by the music that flowed between them.

There were no barriers here, no separation between performers and audience. Just people—all kinds of people—caught up in the same moment, the same music, the same joy.

Joe felt something shift inside him as he took it all in. This wasn't like the organized parades, wasn't like any celebration he'd ever experienced. This was raw, authentic connection—strangers becoming community through nothing more than shared rhythm and movement.

Riley was watching him, her eyes bright above her bandana. Without a word, she pulled him deeper into the crowd, finding a spot where they could move freely. The press of bodies created a strange anonymity, a freedom he hadn't expected.

The band played something with a driving beat that had the crowd whooping in recognition. Joe didn't know the music, but it didn't matter—the energy was contagious, impossible to resist.

Before he could overthink it, he was moving. Not with any particular skill, but with an abandon he hadn't allowed himself in years—maybe ever. The constraints that usually bound him—the careful image, the constant awareness of being watched—fell away, leaving just Joe, just this moment, just the music and Riley's hand in his.

A woman with feathers in her hair pressed a plastic cup into his hand, filled with something sweet and potent. Joe drank it without hesitation, feeling the alcohol warm his blood, loosen his limbs even further. Riley accepted her own cup from a man in a glittering vest, raising it in a toast before drinking deeply.

The second line began to move, the band leading the way down the street, the crowd flowing behind them like a river finding a new course. Where others struggled with the chaos, Joe moved with surprising ease, his body naturally creating space for them both. There was a calm certainty to his movements, not from knowing the streets but from an instinctive awareness of the crowd itself.

When the crowd compressed unexpectedly, Joe simply shifted his position, creating a protective bubble around Riley without being overbearing. His hand remained steady at the small of her back, not controlling but present. The subtle protection allowed Riley to lose herself completely in the moment, to dance and laugh with wild abandon, knowing he was there.

Everything took on a dreamlike quality—the glow of streetlights reflecting off brass instruments, the blur of faces and costumes, the way sound seemed to wrap around them like a physical presence. Joe lost track of time, lost track of anything beyond this moment.

Someone tossed beads around his neck. Someone else pressed another drink into his hand. A woman with silver-painted skin danced past him, trailing glitter in her wake. A man with a trumpet pulled away from the band to play directly to Riley, who laughed and spun in response.

And through it all, Riley stayed close, her hand finding his whenever they were separated, her body moving against his in a dance that felt like conversation. She would glance back at him occasionally, appreciating the way he navigated the crowd with that same quiet confidence he brought to everything else.

The second line wound its way through streets Joe didn't recognize, each turn revealing new sights, new sounds, new people joining the celebration. They passed beneath balconies where people called down to them, through narrow passages where the buildings seemed to amplify the music, into wider avenues where the crowd spread out like water finding its level.

As they moved through the streets, the brass melodies swirling around them, Joe found himself thinking of vinyl records, of that moment in the shop when the Talking Heads album had appeared in his hands like some cosmic message. Home is where I want to be. The line had been circling his mind since that first night in Riley's house, but now—surrounded by strangers who felt like friends, caught in music that moved through him rather than just around him—he understood what David Byrne had been trying to say all along.

Home wasn't a place. It wasn't Cincinnati. It wasn't the careful apartment he'd decorated with the help of a designer who'd asked him what he wanted and he'd answered, "Clean lines." It wasn't even Athens, which he still called home out of habit more than feeling.

Home was this. Right here. This moment. This singular point in time where everything aligned in a way he'd never experienced—the rhythm of the brass, the press of people, the weight of Riley's hand in his. It was the unexpected joy of surrender, of letting go of the careful control he maintained in every other aspect of his life.

Something fundamental shifted inside him, plates of identity rearranging themselves into a new configuration. The Joe Burrow who prepared relentlessly, who measured success in completions and touchdowns, who crafted his image with the same precision he used to read defenses—that Joe Burrow was still there. But now there was room for something else. Something new.

Or maybe something ancient, something that had always been there beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to emerge.

The band hit a crescendo, the crowd surging in response, and Joe felt it like a physical wave through his body. He was laughing, he realized, in a way he hadn't since childhood—full-bodied, unrestrained, absolutely present.

Riley was looking up at him, something unspoken but unmistakable in her eyes. Joe pulled his bandana down just long enough to kiss her—a brief, electric contact before he covered his face again. It was reckless perhaps, but in that moment, it felt like the only possible response to the overwhelming tide of emotion.

When the song ended, the band transitioning seamlessly into something else, the spell wasn't broken. If anything, it deepened, solidified into certainty.

In the middle of Carnival, in the heart of New Orleans, surrounded by strangers and music and motion, Joe Burrow felt himself change. Not dramatically, not completely—but fundamentally, in ways that reverberated through every fiber of his being. Like a quarterback who suddenly sees the field in a different way, who recognizes patterns where before there was only chaos, Joe saw his life through new eyes.

This was what Riley had meant. This was what couldn't be explained, only experienced.

This, he realized with crystal clarity, was exactly where he was supposed to be.

Riley looked up at him as the crowd moved around them, her eyes bright with recognition. "Tell me this isn't the most alive you've ever felt," she challenged, her voice barely audible over the music but somehow perfectly clear to him.

And Joe couldn't lie. "It is," he admitted, the truth of it resonating through him like the brass notes themselves. "You were right. This is incredible."

"Thank you," he said as she came back into his arms, knowing the words were woefully inadequate. "For showing me this. For showing me your New Orleans."

For showing me a version of myself I didn't know existed, he wanted to add, but couldn't bring himself to say.

"Thank you for giving it a chance," Riley replied, stretching up to kiss him, heedless of the crowd around them.

The second line continued for hours, winding through the Quarter, gaining and losing participants as it went. Joe and Riley stayed with it until the very end, until the band finally came to rest in a small square, playing one final, triumphant number before disbanding into the night.

As the crowd dispersed, Riley leaned against Joe, breathless and flushed with exertion and joy. "Well, Burrow," she said, looking up at him with dancing eyes, "what do you think? Worth missing the VIP balcony view?"

Joe stared at her for a moment, still struggling with the magnitude of what he was feeling. There was something terrifying about it—this sudden, seismic shift in his perception of what mattered, what he wanted, who he could be. He'd always prided himself on his focus, his singular dedication to his career. Yet here he was, in the middle of the off-season, already mentally rearranging his calendar to include more of... this. More of her.

"I'm clearing my entire schedule next year," he said, the words coming out before he could filter them, surprising even himself with their certainty.

Riley's eyes widened slightly, catching the weight behind his seemingly casual statement. For a moment, they just looked at each other, the implications of his words—of a future that extended beyond this weekend—hanging in the air between them.

Neither seemed ready to examine it too closely, both perhaps afraid to break the spell of the moment by putting too fine a point on it.

Instead, Riley simply took his hand, leading him back toward the hotel. "I'm holding you to that," she said, and Joe knew she meant it as more than just a casual promise.

The walk back was quieter, the streets beginning to empty as even Carnival revelers eventually succumbed to exhaustion. They moved in comfortable silence, hands intertwined, occasionally stopping to kiss in doorways or against lamp posts, unhurried and content.

Joe's mind was still racing, trying to process everything he'd experienced, everything he was feeling. The careful architecture of his life—the routines and boundaries he'd constructed over years—seemed suddenly insufficient, too small to contain this new thing growing inside him. It wasn't just attraction or even affection. It was something more fundamental, more disruptive.

It scared him, if he was honest with himself. He'd built his career, his entire identity, around being in control. Around knowing exactly what he wanted and pursuing it with single-minded determination. But this—whatever was happening with Riley—hadn't been part of the plan. It was unexpected, uncharted territory.

And yet, the thought of returning to his carefully ordered life without her in it seemed impossible now, like trying to go back to black and white after seeing in color.

By the time they reached the hotel, the first hints of dawn were appearing on the horizon—a subtle lightening of the eastern sky, a promise of the day to come. Joe's flight was in the afternoon, a reality they had both been carefully avoiding discussing.

In the elevator, Riley leaned against him, her energy finally flagging after hours of dancing. "I think you've officially experienced the full Mardi Gras," she murmured. "Parades, costumes, second lines... We hit all the highlights."

"Best tour guide ever," Joe agreed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, wishing he had the words to tell her that she'd shown him far more than just a city—she'd shown him a different way of being in the world, a different possibility for himself that he'd never considered before.

But those were thoughts too new, feelings too raw to articulate just yet. So he held her closer instead, memorizing the weight of her against him, the scent of her hair, the perfect fit of her hand in his—storing up sensory memories to carry back to Cincinnati, where he knew everything would look different now, whether he wanted it to or not.

Back in the hotel room, they shed their clothes with the easy familiarity of people who had done this before, climbing into the massive bed with grateful sighs. Riley immediately curled against him, her head finding its spot on his shoulder, her arm draped across his chest.

"What time's your flight again?" she asked, her voice already heavy with exhaustion.

"Nine," Joe admitted reluctantly. "So I should probably be at the airport by seven."

Riley groaned softly. "That's like...three hours from now."

"I'll sleep on the plane," Joe said, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her shoulder. "This is worth it."

She was quiet for a moment, and when she spoke again, her voice was smaller, more vulnerable than he'd heard it before.

"I don't want you to go," she admitted quietly, the late hour and exhaustion lowering her usual guards.

Joe tightened his arm around her. "I don't want to go either," he said honestly.

Riley propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at him with an uncharacteristically serious expression. "So where does that leave us? This weekend has been... I don't even have words for what it's been. But tomorrow you go back to Cincinnati, and I stay here, and then I'm off to LA for recording, and then you start training, and..." She trailed off, the logistics suddenly overwhelming.

Joe reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. He wanted to tell her everything—how she'd upended his carefully constructed world, how he'd caught himself considering what it would be like to have a place here, how for the first time in his life his single-minded focus on football felt insufficient. But those thoughts were too new, too raw, too untested to share just yet.

"And we figure it out," he said instead, simpler but no less true. "If we want to make it work, we will."

"Just like that?" Riley asked, a hint of skepticism in her voice. "It's never that simple."

"Maybe it is," Joe countered. "Maybe we're making it complicated by overthinking."

Riley laughed softly. "Says the overthinker who didn't kiss me when he wanted to in New York."

Joe smiled, caught. "I'm trying." He hesitated, then decided to let her in, just a little. "Look, this is different for me. I'm a homebody. Always have been. I've spent my whole life laser-focused on one thing—football. Everything else just... existed around it. Relationships, friendships... they were always secondary. Had to be." His voice dropped lower, more vulnerable. "I don't know how to do this—to feel this connected to someone so fast. It's like finding a missing piece you didn't know was missing."

Riley watched him carefully, giving him space to continue.

"But this weekend," he said slowly, "with you...it's like I found a part of myself I forgot existed. Or maybe never knew was there." He shook his head slightly. "I don't know how to fit that into my life in Cincinnati, but I know I want to try."

It wasn't everything he was feeling—not nearly—but it was more than he'd shared with anyone in a long time. More than he'd admitted even to himself until this moment.

Riley studied him for a long moment, her eyes searching his face for something. Whatever she saw there must have satisfied her, because she leaned down, capturing his lips in a kiss so tender it made his chest ache.

"Okay," she whispered against his mouth. "We figure it out."

They sealed the promise with another kiss, and another, until talking gave way to touching, and words were replaced by sighs and moans and whispered encouragements. They made love with a new urgency, as if trying to store up memories to carry them through the coming separation. Joe memorized every sound she made, every arch of her back, every gasp of his name. Riley traced his body with fingers and lips like she was committing him to memory, learning him by heart.

Afterward, they lay tangled together, sweat cooling on their skin, breathing gradually slowing to normal. Joe struggled to keep his eyes open, exhaustion finally claiming him after the longest, most extraordinary day.

"Go to sleep," Riley murmured, pressing a kiss to his chest. "I'll be here in the morning."

Joe wanted to say something more—something about how these few days had changed him, how he'd never felt this way before, how he already missed her even though she was still in his arms. But sleep pulled him under before he could find the words, the gentle rhythm of Riley's breathing against his skin lulling him into dreams.

Joe woke just five minutes before his alarm was set to go off, the room still dark, Riley's warm body curled against his side. For a moment, he just watched her sleep—the peaceful expression on her face, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the tangle of blonde hair spread across the pillow.

His flight was at 9 AM, which meant he needed to be at the airport in less than two hours. The thought of leaving—leaving her—and returning to his carefully structured life in Cincinnati created a physical ache in his chest, surprising in its intensity.

Joe slipped out of bed carefully, trying not to disturb her. He padded to the bathroom, splashing water on his face as he tried to sort through the tumult of emotions.

He needed to say something—something to mark what had happened here, something to carry them through the weeks or months that might pass before they could be together again. But what could possibly capture the significance of these days? What token could possibly be enough?

As he dried his face, his eyes caught on his reflection in the mirror—specifically, on the thin silicone bracelet on his wrist. His LSU bracelet, the one he'd worn since his college days, a simple blue band with purple lettering. A reminder of where he'd come from, of the journey that had made him who he was.

It wasn't much, but it was significant. Personal. A piece of himself she could keep.

Decision made, Joe returned to the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed to watch Riley sleep for a few more precious moments. Then, gently, he slid the bracelet from his wrist and placed it on the nightstand.

He found the hotel stationery in the desk drawer, pausing with pen in hand as he considered what to write. He wasn't one for flowery words or lengthy explanations, but he wanted her to understand what these days had meant.

Finally, he began to write:

Riley,

Not good at goodbyes, so I'm not waking you up. These few days have been the best I've had in a long time. Thank you for showing me your city, your world.

This bracelet has been with me since LSU. Through everything. I want you to have it until next time. And there will be a next time—soon.

Call me when you're up.

Joe

He folded the note and placed it beside the bracelet, then leaned down to press a gentle kiss to Riley's forehead. She stirred slightly but didn't wake, her fingers curling into the warm spot he'd left in the sheets.

Joe dressed quietly, packed his few belongings, and took one last look at the room—at Riley asleep in the massive bed, at the balcony where they'd watched the parades, at the scattered evidence of their night together.

Before heading out, he grabbed his phone and sent a quick text to Mark, asking him to push back their morning meeting by an hour. He needed to make one more stop before heading to the airport.

Downstairs, Joe approached the front desk, where a different clerk from the previous day greeted him with a professional smile.

"Checking out, Mr. Burrow?"

"Yes," Joe said, sliding his keycard across the counter. "But I was hoping to extend checkout for the room until this afternoon. My... friend is still sleeping, and I want her to be able to rest as long as she needs."

The clerk nodded, typing something into the computer. "No problem at all, sir. We can extend it until 3 PM if that works?"

"Perfect," Joe said, adding his credit card to the counter. "And whatever room service she orders, put it on this."

With that taken care of, Joe stepped outside into the quiet morning streets, the city still recovering from another night of Carnival. The air was cool, clean in a way it wouldn't be once the day's revelry began again. He took a deep breath, savoring one last taste of New Orleans before heading to his waiting car.

But as he settled into the backseat and gave the driver directions to the airport, Joe knew with absolute certainty that he would be back. Soon.

Riley woke to sunlight streaming through the curtains they'd forgotten to close and an empty space beside her in the bed. She reached out, finding the sheets cool to the touch—Joe had been gone for a while.

"Joe?" she called, her voice thick with sleep. No response.

She sat up, pushing her hair out of her face as she glanced around the room. His bag was gone from the chair where he'd left it, his shoes no longer by the door. A hollow feeling opened up in her chest, a sense of loss that seemed disproportionate to their short time together.

For a moment, she just sat there, the reality of his departure settling over her like a weight. He'd left without waking her. Without saying goodbye. Her throat tightened as an unwelcome thought pushed its way forward: maybe this weekend hadn't meant to him what it had to her. Maybe once he stepped away from the Mardi Gras bubble, from her world, he'd realized it was just a nice diversion—nothing worth disrupting his real life for.

She'd let herself hope. Worse, she'd let herself believe he felt it too—that unexplainable connection, that sense of recognition that had nothing to do with how long they'd known each other and everything to do with how deeply they'd connected.

Riley swallowed hard, blinking back tears that had appeared without warning. This wasn't her. She didn't get emotional over men, especially ones she'd just met. But as she looked around the empty hotel room, at the indentation in the pillow where his head had been, at the single earring she'd tossed on the dresser that now seemed to emphasize her aloneness—she couldn't deny the ache spreading through her chest.

Then her eyes caught on something on the nightstand—a purple and gold silicone bracelet, the colors faded from years of wear. LSU. Joe's bracelet, the one he'd worn constantly, that she'd noticed he never took off.

Beside it lay a folded piece of hotel stationery with her name on it.

Riley reached for both with slightly trembling hands, sliding the bracelet onto her wrist before unfolding the note. As she read his words, the tears she'd been fighting spilled over, tracking silently down her cheeks.

The note wasn't long or poetic. It was pure Joe—straightforward, unembellished, and somehow more meaningful because of it. He'd left her his bracelet. A piece of himself, something important, something personal.

She traced her fingers over his handwriting, the physical evidence of his presence, of his promise to return. The tears came faster now, catching her off guard with their intensity.

"Shit," she whispered, pressing the note to her chest as she squeezed her eyes shut.

She was crying not just because he was gone, but because she missed him already, with an intensity that scared her. Because in just three days, he'd somehow worked his way past all her carefully constructed defenses. Because she was already counting the days until "next time," even though they hadn't set a date, even though their lives existed in different worlds, on different trajectories.

Riley lay back against the pillows, his bracelet a comforting weight on her wrist, his note still clutched in her hand. She allowed herself this moment of vulnerability—of missing him, of acknowledging what these days had meant, of being afraid of how much she'd come to care in such a short time.

The tears weren't just sadness. They were recognition of something rare, something precious, something worth fighting for. And beneath it all, a quiet certainty that whatever had started here was far from over.

She reached for her phone, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand as she began to type a message to the man who'd somehow, in the space of a Mardi Gras weekend, become essential.

She stared at the blank text screen for a moment, her thumb hovering over the keyboard. Riley Carter had never struggled with words—they were her livelihood, her art—but somehow finding the right ones for this felt impossible. Too casual would diminish what had happened between them. Too intense might scare him off.

Finally, she typed:

Riley: Just found your note. Already wearing the bracelet. Thanks for making me cry before coffee, Burrow.

She paused, deleted it, then tried again:

Riley: The bracelet is perfect. I'll keep it safe for you. Thank you for everything.

Too formal. Too distant. She deleted that too, frustration building.

She tried once more:

Riley: Found your note. Miss you already. The bracelet doesn't leave my wrist until you're back to claim it.

She hit send before she could overthink it, then immediately tossed her phone aside, her heart racing like she'd just performed in front of thousands. It was the truth—simple, direct, vulnerable. The kind of truth she usually saved for her lyrics, not her life.

Her phone buzzed almost immediately.

She hadn't expected such a quick response. He must have turned his phone on the second the plane touched down, a thought that made the ache in her chest soften into something warmer.

Joe: Back in Cincinnati. Three days wasn't enough. I'll call you later.

She replied with just a heart emoji. Sometimes words weren't necessary.

Riley smiled through the remnants of her tears, holding her wrist up to examine the faded purple and gold band that now felt like the most precious thing she owned.

Joe stepped off the plane, already feeling the shift. The cold Cincinnati air, the familiar airport, the weight of his real life settling back onto his shoulders.

His driver was waiting for him at arrivals, a clipboard with "BURROW" in his hand though they both knew it wasn't necessary. Joe nodded in greeting, sliding into the back seat of the black SUV as the driver loaded his single bag into the trunk.

"Good trip, Mr. Burrow?" the driver asked, the same question he always asked.

"Yeah," Joe said, surprised by how inadequate the word felt. "It was."

He scrolled through the messages that had accumulated during his flight—his agent reminding him about tomorrow's meeting with the equipment sponsor, his trainer checking if he wanted to bump their session to evening instead of morning, his mom asking if he'd made it home safely. He replied to each with practiced efficiency, but his mind was still in New Orleans.

The city had felt different with Riley there. And now, Cincinnati felt... less.

The drive to his place was the same as always. Same route, same buildings, same grey February sky. But now he noticed the absence of color, the lack of life compared to the vibrant chaos of New Orleans. When had Cincinnati started feeling so sterile?

He got home, dropped his bag by the door, and immediately noticed how he almost hated how his house now felt compared to Riley's. No warm light, no music, no trailing plants or mismatched furniture that somehow worked. His place was all clean lines and neutral tones, professionally decorated to be impressive but not personal. It had never bothered him before.

Joe moved through the empty rooms, turning on lights, opening blinds, trying to inject some life into the space. He glanced at his wrist out of habit—only to remember the bracelet wasn't there. That small weight was missing, and it threw him. He rubbed his thumb over the spot where the silicone band usually sat, the phantom pressure a constant reminder of what he'd left behind.

In the kitchen, he opened the refrigerator, stared at the protein shakes and meal-prepped containers, then closed it again without taking anything. His stomach growled, but nothing appealed to him. He wanted beignets dusted with powdered sugar. He wanted spicy gumbo and Riley laughing across the table.

He checked his phone again, rereading Riley's text, lingering on Miss you already before typing:

Joe: What song are you playing right now?

A beat later, her response:

Riley: "In Spite of Ourselves" by John Prine & Iris DeMent

Joe smiled, immediately searching for the song on his phone. He connected to the speakers—rarely used except for pregame warm-up playlists—and hit play. The playful, honest duet filled his living room, the lyrics about two imperfect people who fit together perfectly making his smile widen. He could almost hear Riley's laugh, could picture her singing along. Somehow, the song made the space feel less empty.

He closed his eyes, leaning back against the couch as the music washed over him. The pull in his chest was almost physical, a tightness that hadn't been there before New Orleans. Before Riley.

When the song ended, Joe walked to his bag and carefully removed the Talking Heads vinyl he'd bought at the record store. He held it for a moment, then placed it prominently on the console table in his entryway—the only personal item in the otherwise meticulously designed space. It looked out of place among his minimalist decor—vibrant, meaningful, a splash of color in the monochrome.

He picked up his phone again, staring at the record he’d placed on the console table—the only personal item in the otherwise meticulously designed space. It looked out of place, bold and colorful against the clean lines and muted tones.

He ran his thumb over his bare wrist, missing the familiar weight of his bracelet. The room felt empty, too perfect. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something needed to change—something to make this space feel less like a hotel and more like a home.

Decisively, he opened a browser and searched for high-end turntables. The price didn’t matter; what mattered was quality. If Riley was going to visit—and she would, he’d make sure of it—he wanted the music to sound just right.

Joe scrolled through reviews, comparing features with the same focus he usually reserved for studying defensive schemes. Turntable. Amplifier. Speakers. The best system money could buy.

Small changes. Starting points. The kind of details no one but Riley would notice or understand. Because somehow, in just three days, she'd seen parts of him he'd forgotten existed, or maybe never knew were there at all. He glanced around his living room again, seeing it through new eyes, and for the first time since buying it, he didn't see a showcase.

He saw potential.

Riley left the hotel as soon as she got up. There was no reason to stay—the late checkout Joe had arranged would go unused. The room felt wrong without him there, like she was sharing the space with a ghost. His absence was somehow more present, more tangible, than if he'd never been there at all.

The half-empty coffee cup he'd left on the nightstand. The indent in his pillow. The lingering scent of his cologne in the bathroom. All evidence of someone who was gone but not quite gone.

She'd never hurried through her morning routine so quickly, desperate to escape the emptiness that was somehow worse than being alone.

When she finally made it home, the city felt strange around her. It was still Mardi Gras, still her favorite time of year in her favorite place, but something was off. Like someone had adjusted all the colors, making them slightly less vibrant. She'd lived in New Orleans for years, knew every corner of her neighborhood, but suddenly the familiar patterns of her life felt... insufficient.

"Get it together, Carter," she muttered to herself as she unlocked her front door. "It was three days. Three."

But it had been three days that had somehow shifted something fundamental inside her. Three days that had her checking her phone every five minutes, staring at his bracelet on her wrist, playing their conversations over in her head like favorite tracks on a well-worn album.

Her house, normally her sanctuary, felt too quiet. She walked through the rooms, running her fingers over the surfaces of familiar objects, wondering if Joe had touched them too. The record player in the corner caught her eye. She picked out a vinyl without thinking too hard about it, needing something to fill the silence.

John Prine's voice filled the room, and Riley sank onto her couch, absentmindedly rubbing her thumb over Joe's LSU bracelet. She had studio time booked later—their album wouldn't finish itself—but for now, she allowed herself this moment of... what? Not sadness, exactly. Something more complex. Something that made her feel both lighter and heavier at the same time.

Her phone buzzed.

Joe: What song are you playing right now?

Riley smiled for the first time since waking up alone. How did he know? She glanced at the record spinning on her turntable, then typed:

Riley: "In Spite of Ourselves" by John Prine & Iris DeMent

She didn't explain why—didn't mention how the lyrics about two imperfect people finding each other felt suddenly, intensely relevant, or how Prine's wry humor was the only thing keeping her from sliding into a frankly embarrassing level of melancholy. He'd either get it or he wouldn't.

She set her phone down and leaned her head back, closing her eyes as the music washed over her. Three days. Just three days, and she was already haunting her own house like some lovesick teenager. It was ridiculous. It was completely unlike her. What would Haley and Laura say?

Well, she knew exactly what they'd say. They'd say she was in trouble. And they'd be right.

Her phone buzzed again. Not Joe this time, but a reminder of her studio session in two hours. Real life, calling her back. The album they were midway through recording wasn't going to wait, and honestly, work was probably exactly what she needed right now.

Before she could talk herself out of it, Riley hit Laura's contact and put the phone on speaker as she started gathering her things for the studio.

"Well, well, well," Laura's voice filled the room after the second ring. "If it isn't the ghost who's been ignoring our texts all morning. I was about to send a search party to make sure Quarterback Boy didn't turn out to be a serial killer."

"He left this morning," Riley said, surprised by how her voice caught slightly on the words. "Early flight."

There was a pause on the other end of the line. When Laura spoke again, her teasing tone had vanished. "You okay, Ri?"

"I'm fine," Riley said automatically, then sighed. "Actually, I don't know what I am. It's stupid. It was just a few days."

"Doesn't sound stupid to me," Laura said quietly. "Sounds like something happened."

Riley sank back onto the couch, absently touching the LSU bracelet on her wrist. "Yeah. Something happened." She paused, struggling to find words—ridiculous for someone who wrote lyrics for a living. "I can't explain it, Laura. It's like... I've known him forever? But also not at all? And now he's gone and my house feels wrong and I'm playing John Prine like some heartbroken teenager and I don't even recognize myself right now."

Laura let out a low whistle. "Damn, girl. You're in it deep."

"Shut up," Riley groaned, but there was no heat in it. "I know how it sounds."

"Actually, it sounds exactly like you," Laura said, her voice gentler now. "The real you. The one who feels everything so intensely. That's who you've always been, Ri. You kind of lost that part of yourself during all those years with Ethan."

Riley was quiet for a moment, letting that sink in. Laura wasn't wrong. The on-again, off-again years with Ethan had taken a toll she hadn't fully recognized until after it was over. She'd spent a whole year deliberately single after they finally ended things for good, focusing on finding herself again. And somewhere in that process, she'd gotten comfortable keeping her feelings at a distance, not letting herself explore possibilities with anyone else.

"Maybe," she admitted finally. "It just feels... risky."

"Good risky or bad risky?"

Riley laughed. "I don't even know anymore."

"So when are you seeing him again?"

The question caught Riley off guard. Not if. When. Like there was no doubt.

"I don't know," she admitted. "We didn't really make specific plans. He's got training, I've got the album... and then we leave for Italy right after. It'll be at least a month before there's even a possibility."

"A month?" Laura groaned dramatically. "You're going to be impossible to live with in Italy. Here I was looking forward to celebrating your birthday in Tuscany, and now you're going to be pining after Football Boy the whole time."

"I am not going to be pining," Riley protested, though the thought of a full month without seeing Joe did create a hollow feeling in her chest. "I'll be completely present and birthday-appropriate."

"Mmhmm," Laura hummed skeptically. "Keep telling yourself that."

"You're the worst."

"No, I'm the best, which is why I'm going to help you figure out when you can see him after we get back. Haley owes me twenty bucks, by the way."

"You bet on me?"

"I bet on chemistry. Haley said you'd play it cool for at least a week before making any moves. I said you'd be planning your next meeting before his plane even landed."

Riley rolled her eyes, but couldn't stop smiling. "I hate you both."

"No, you don't," Laura said, her voice softening. "Listen, I know this is new territory for you. But I haven't heard you sound like this about anyone... maybe ever. So whatever this is? I'm here for it."

"Thanks, L," Riley said quietly. "I gotta go. Studio time."

"Go make magic. And Riley? I'm really happy for you."

After they hung up, Riley stood in her living room for a moment longer, feeling oddly settled. Hearing herself say it out loud—admit how she was feeling, acknowledge that she wanted to see him again soon—had made it more real somehow. Less something happening to her and more something she was choosing.

A month. Four weeks. Thirty-some days before seeing him again was even possible. The thought was daunting, but also... maybe good? Time to process whatever this was becoming, time to finish the album without distraction, time to be sure this wasn't just Mardi Gras magic that would dissolve in the daylight of real life.

Though even as she thought it, Riley knew better. Whatever was happening between them was too real, too grounded to be dismissed as holiday fantasy.

Riley forced herself up off the couch, heading to her bedroom to change into something more suitable for the studio. As she passed her dresser, she caught sight of herself in the mirror—Joe's bracelet on her wrist, a small smile still playing at her lips. She looked different somehow. Not dramatically, not in any way anyone else would notice. But she could see it.

"Three days," she whispered to her reflection, half-accusation, half-wonder.

But sometimes three days was all it took.

She grabbed her guitar case, her notebook full of half-finished lyrics, her jacket. At the door, she paused, looking back at her empty house. For the first time since moving in, she felt a strange sense of anticipation—not just of coming back, but of someday having someone else there too. Someone specific.

Riley locked the door behind her, adjusting Joe's bracelet on her wrist as she walked down her front steps. She might be in trouble, but she was pretty sure it was the good kind.

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tea-writes19 · 2 days ago

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pairing: sam wilson x f!torres!reader

summary: being the new falcon’s sister comes with some perks

warnings: latina reader, friends to lovers, reader is sam’s social media manager, swearing, fluff, comedy, suggestive content, minor ca:bnw spoilers, slow burn

a/n: based on this request!! i hope this lives up to your expectations nonnie! also i’m not latino so i apologise if the spanish and mannerisms are off! ps i’m sorry this is so late, i fell into a bit of a writers block

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samwilson: downtime in delacroix☀️🌊

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bigmacari · 2 days ago

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Hi!!

Can I request a romantic oneshot/ request (choose whatever you like) for Donnie 2012 where the reader who never showed their abilities suddenly showed themself to be incredibly smart one day. Like, how will Donnie react to the fact that his s/o turns out to be much smarter than him? the reader does the things that take Donnie hours to do (like writing code or drawing a blueprint) in a couple of minutes… will he be suspicious of them, or maybe fall in love even more… or maybe even get jealous

No pressure at all, of course! If this doesn’t inspire you, that’s totally okay! But if that’s the case, could you please let me know?

Hope you’re doing well, and thank you so much for your work 🫶🫶♥️

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2012! Donnie x Reader

☆Donnie finds out that his S/O is secretly smart.

☆Warning(s) None

☆AuthorNote(s) Ahhh you are so sweet! I'm hoping your doing good as well. Please excuse my writing of smart people as I'm pretty average brained lmao. Sorry if its a bit short. I hope you enjoy! ❤❤

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It's late, later than it should be and Donnie doesn't even realize it. His brothers are fast asleep and the only light in the lair is coming from the lab. Where you are sitting on a stool, half asleep, with your hand supporting your head.

Donnie was currently working some blueprints for the Shellraiser. After various injuries to the vehicle, he finally decided some defense upgrades were needed. Donnie needs to find out a way to still keep the speed of the Shellraiser while increasing the overall armor of it. This would be easy, if most of the material he uses wasn't from the dumpster.

They don't usually have high grade titanium you know?

Which leads now, with Donnie glaring at a piece of paper, twirling the pencil in his hand. He let's out a deep exhale and crumbles up the paper, throwing it behind his shoulder. This action was loud enough to snap you put of your sleep dazed state, and make you look up at him.

He watches you sit up and stretch your arms behind your back. Your back pops a few times, making you let out a small noise of contentment.

"Your still working on the blueprints?" You say, clearing your throat of the thickness built up from dosing off.

Donnies face cringes a little hearing the tiredness in your voice, "Yea... BUT I think I'm getting somewhere! I just need a few more hours."

Your shoulders fall a bit, face crestfallen. Honesty, you really just want to go to bed with your turtle boyfriend. Between school and the missions, you haven't be able to spent the night or hangout much.

And the particular mission today wore everyone out, including you. There was quite the bit of Krang in the area and the boys were trying to figure out why. This eventually led to you getting roped into it, as the turtles got overwhelmed and needed help. You all got out of it, destroying the Krangs plain once again, all there was left was scraps.

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"Hey Don? Hand me a piece of paper would you?"

Donnie raises an eyebrow but complies, sliding the paper to where you are sitting. He watches as you pick up a pencil laying next to you, and start scribbling something down. Wanting to see, he strains his neck to look at what your doing.

Within minutes, a sketch comes to life, it look like the Shellraiser but with a couple added parts to it and little diagrams with arrows surrounding it.

"What-" Donnie begins but you cut him off with a 'hold on!'

Another minute passes and you drop the pencil, pick up the paper and look at with your arms stretch in front of you. With a nod, you slide the paper back to him with a grin. He picks it up and scans it. Then his face drops in surprise, showing the gab in his teeth.

"The krang have a bunch of otherworldly technology right?" You begin, " We've had to blow up some of the machines they've built to destroy them. So why don't we add some of that material to the Shellraiser?"

Donnie looks up at you, then down at the paper, then back to you again. "Thats...Why didn't I think of that earlier! This is perfect. Of course we'll have to be careful not to alert the Krang when taking the parts but we could use it for so many things!"

Well, he might not go to bed for another couple hours that now introduced to so many possibilities, but at least he's back to his inspired self.

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☆ At first he's way to fascinated with the ideas you've presented to really think about the fact that your smart as hell.

☆ When he calms down a bit though, he just like, 'wait how'd you do that' and starts asking questions. I mean, he didn't think you were dumb or anything, just not THIS smart.

☆Donnies definitely gets jealous sometimes. But only because he's insecure that he's not useful outside of his scientific work. If he's not good at that, what does he have?

☆ 'I could've figured that out!' Goes to 'Why didn't I figure that out...' pretty fast.

☆If you ask to work in the lab with him, he'll definitely try to mansplain stuff you already know. Which just ends up making him look a little stupid. Cause like, you already drew up the blueprint or built the invention by the time he's done.

☆After he gets over himself, he starts to enjoy you working in the lab with him. You slowly start opening up new ideas for him and lessening the work load. Which makes it so you guys can spend more time together.

☆Whenever he gets discouraged, Donnie asks for your help. Soon, he finds that having two perspectives helps when thinking about problems. Which should be common sense, but he's not use to working with someone and has a ' I can do it by myself' mentality.

☆This grows your relationship quite a lot. Donnie admires your smartness and creativity, which makes him fall for you even more.

☆Sometimes you'll catch Donnie staring at you with a starstruck look on his face when you get excited about science and inventing. When its late, you two will take turns making coffee to be sure your both awake to finish a big project. Most nights, you both will end up on the couch in his lab, asleep and cuddling eachother close.

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writeitharder · 2 days ago

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Ask and you shall receive! Thank you SO MUCH for all of the love that the first chapter got. I hope I don’t disappoint with this one :)

Working Overtime -Chapter Two

After being dragged into Rio’s shenanigans you’re taught a valuable, pleasurable lesson in why you shouldn’t tease Agatha.

Word count: 8.6k

Warnings: smut, oral sex, face riding, fingering, marking, impact play, punishment, spanking, scratching, bondage, sex toys, face/throat fucking, edging, degradation, praise, mommy kink, mistress kink, choking, improvised collar/lead, light/implied blood kink, orgasm denial, threesome, bratty bottom!Rio, switch!reader, domme top!Agatha) (please do let me know if there’s any I missed)

Disclaimer: like the last chapter I’ve spent the past few nights staying up, writing and rewriting this until about 5:30am each night so I apologise in advance for any mistakes or issues. I’m quite tired tonight and just can’t be assed editing so sorry if there’s any mistakes lmao

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“She’s gonna rip us to shreds, isn’t she?” you ask as you turn and look at Rio who nods with an almost deranged grin “Oh, we’re gonna have so much fun tonight, baby” she beamed and you feel a knot forming in the pit of your stomach at the mere thought of what Agatha was going to do to you both when you got back to their home.

The elevator arrives back down at the ground floor and Rio grabs your hand “Come on” she smiles and quickly pulls you out of the building, saying a quick goodbye to Herb when he opens the door for the two of you on the way out. You follow the older woman as she leads you back to her car and the two of you get into the vehicle. “What was the purpose of that whole thing?” you ask, pulling on your seat belt as Rio starts the car and begins driving away from her wife’s office. “Agatha had a meeting and I was feeling frisky and felt like being a little shit” Rio shrugs as you run a hand through your hair with a small chuckle “So you dragged me into it?” she nods. “Well yeah, it wouldn’t have been the same if I just touched myself in front of her” Rio laughs and you furrow your brows as you look at her “I’m not going home tonight, am I?” you ask and she throws her head back and cackles. “Fraid not, baby. I’m not facing Aggie on my own after that” she shakes her head, reaching her hand over and squeezing your thigh “Like you said, she’s gonna rip us to shreds” she added. “It wasn’t even my idea!” you say and she laughs harder, squeezing your thigh again as she drives the two of your back to their home.

You follow Rio inside and kick your shoes off at the door before following the older woman through the house towards the kitchen. “Well, we’ve got about 25 minutes until Aggie gets home to give us hell. Fancy a drink?” Rio offers as you shrug and stand by the kitchen island “Sure, thanks” you nod and Rio hums walking to the fridge and grabbing herself a beer before opening a cupboard and grabbing the bottle of your favourite whisky they kept at their place for when you came over. She got some ice and put it in a glass before pouring your drink then handing it to you with a smile “Thanks, babe” you give a grateful smile as she walks around the island and sits down beside you. You take a sip of your drink and sigh at the taste “What do you think she’s gonna do to us?” you ask as Rio hums and shrugs “No clue. Agatha is pretty unpredictable in situations like this one. But whatever it is, it’s gonna be fun” she grins, clinking her bottle against your glass as you chuckle and shake your head.

The two of you fall into easy conversation about what has been going on in your lives since you had seen each other last. It had only been a week and a half but between Rio’s work, your work and studies the two of you had a good amount to catch up on. Sure enough, half an hour later you hear the front door open. “Sluts! Here. Now!” your conversation is interrupted by Agatha’s commanding voice and Rio sets her beer bottle down, giving you a sly grin as she slides off her seat. You finish off the last mouthful of your drink and brace yourself for whatever was waiting for the two of you at the end of the hallway. Setting down your glass you slid off your seat and follow Rio back down the hallway to the front door where Agatha was waiting for the two of you, arms crossed across her chest.

“Hola, mi amor” Rio grins, giving her wife an innocent look as the two of you stop in your tracks a few feet from the blue-eyed beauty “Whose idea was it?” she simply says and Rio is practically buzzing beside you from excitement at what was to come. “It was her idea” you quickly say, pointing at the woman beside you as Agatha raises an eyebrow and looks at her wife “I swear, I didn’t even know that was her plan. She called me and told me to get dressed and wait out front of my apartment. She didn’t even tell me where we were going. Hell, I didn’t even know were at your office until I read your name plaque on the door!” you say as Agatha glares between the two of you. At this point, Rio was bouncing on her heels, anxiously waiting for whatever punishment Agatha had planned.

Agatha turns her attention to Rio who was biting back a smirk “Is that true?” she questions her wife who eagerly nodded causing the woman to hum and stalk towards the two of you. Rio grins excitedly but her grin quickly falls when Agatha grabs your hand and yanks you towards her before turning you around and pressing you against the wall, turning your head so that you’re forced to look at Rio. “Hey!” her wife whined with a pout as you inhale sharply at the feeling of your warm cheek pressed against the cool surface of the wall “Don’t move” Agatha ordered as Rio was about to walk towards the two of you. Rio stopped in her tracks and grumbled but obeyed, not moving from her spot but you see her legs flex ever so slightly through the material of her dress. No doubt, trying to quell the heat and excitement she had been running on for at least the past hour and a half, maybe even more. “It might have been her idea but you still fucked her” Agatha says from behind you and you swallow nervously. “You still teased me and riled me up while I was in my meeting. Staring a hole through me as you ploughed your fingers into my wife’s cunt barely six feet away” Agatha seethes, her breath hot on your ear sending a chill up your spine as you feel her arm snake around your body. Reaching around, she unbuttons and unzips your jeans, wasting no time in shoving her hand into your panties. “Shit!” you hiss as she cups your pussy “I’m sorry, I-I didn’t—” you stammer before cutting yourself off when she drags her fingertips through your slit and you finally realise just how wet you had gotten from Rio’s little game earlier.

“God, look at how fucking soaked you got pulling that little stunt in my office. Did you enjoy it? Huh? Messing with me like that?” Agatha hisses in your ear as you whimper, pushing your ass back against her front before she tangled her hand in your hair and gave a sharp tug. “I asked you something, slut. I expect an answer” she snaps and you let out a sound that was a mix of a moan and a whimper at the pain of her pulling your hair and the pleasure of her fingertips quickly brushing your clit. “Y-Yes…” you gasp, your hip bucking as you try to get the older woman’s fingers to give your throbbing clit attention again “Aggie…” Rio moaned, squirming as she stood in place a few feet away, knowing better than to move or attempt to intervene in what her wife was doing. “You. Play room. Now. I expect you fully nude and on the bed by the time our little pet here and I get there” Agatha says and both you and her wife whimper as she gives your clit a pinch, your knees buckling under you momentarily before Rio nodded and briskly took off down the hallway.

Agatha withdrew her hand from your pants and you whine before she spins you back around to face her. “Agatha, I-I swear, she didn’t tell me anything. When we got to your office door, I just thought we were going to give you a little visit at work. I didn’t know that she had planned—” you stumble over your words before she lifted her hand to your face. “Clean them” she said firmly and you swallow, feeling the heat of a thousand fires coursing through your entire body from how turned on you were. You lean forward and take her fingers into her mouth and your eyes close as you can’t help but moan at the taste of yourself, now painfully aware of just how wet you had gotten from fucking Rio while Agatha watched.

“Look at me” the older woman orders and you obey, your eyes quickly opening and locking with hers as you find yourself staring into almost pitch-black orbs instead of her usually bright, steely blue ones. “Good girl” she purrs approvingly before pulling her fingers from your mouth and turning to walk down the hall, dropping her blazer onto the back of a dining chair along the way. “Come” she says over her shoulder and you begin following her down the hallway in a trance-like state as she leads you to the couple’s play room.

Once you reached the room, your jaw dropped open as you looked around it. The walls were painted a colour that you could only think to describe as a maroon plum combination. You turn your attention to the dark timber, four poster canopy bed against the middle of one wall and found a fully nude Rio sitting on it. “Good girl” Agatha hummed in approval as she walked to a mahogany armoire in the corner of the room “You, undress and go sit on the chaise, sweetheart” she said over her shoulder, glancing to you and you suddenly were regretting going along with Rio’s scheme. You nod to yourself, briefly looking to Rio who bit her lip with an impish grin and an eager nod as you pulled your still undone jeans down your legs, kicking them aside before pulling off your t-shirt and tossing that aside with your jeans. “Panties too, baby” Agatha said and you exhale slowly, pulling off your panties and setting them on the pile of your clothes, walking over to sit on the burgundy velvet chaise lounge on the opposite side of the room.

Agatha closed the armoire doors and walked over to the bed with some forest green rope and a metal bar with what looked like leather handcuffs on the ends. You furrowed your brows slightly, watching her as she stopped beside the bed and looked at her wife. “Would you look at that, you two can be good girls after all” she hummed, setting down the metal bar and you see Rio squirm slightly on the bed. “On your knees, mi corazón” Agatha purred and you notice Rio shiver momentarily before obeying and shifting her position so that she was on her knees as Agatha unravelled the rope and began fastening her wife’s wrists together. She gave the rope a tug, tightening it and smiling wickedly when Rio gasped and hissed “Good?” Agatha asked, briefly looking at her wife who nodded in confirmation, licking her lips as Agatha nods and ties the rope. “Neither of you move. I’ll be right back” she said before walking out of the room and both you and Rio turn and look at each other “Told you it'd be fun” Rio grins and you can’t help but roll your eyes and chuckle. “God, you’re such a masochist” you say and laugh when her eyes widen and she gives you a deranged look, nodding her head.

“What do you think she’s doing?” you ask and Rio shrugs “No clue but I’m fucking psyched for whatever it is” she beams and you shake your head, chuckling before you hear the clicking of heels against the tiles and you straighten back up and shut your mouth. When Agatha re-emerges, she has a large box in her hands and you notice the tent in her pants, your mouth watering as you imagine what she’s going to do with it. “What’s in the box, mamita?” Rio asks, craning her neck to try and get a better view of her wife as she sets the box down on the ottoman at the end of the bed. “That would be your punishment, my dear” Agatha says, opening the box and pulling out a black contraption in the shape of a semi-circle and you feel butterflies in your stomach as you see the built-in dildo attached to the machine. “Oh shit. Well, she’s fucked” you think to yourself before realising that that probably means the obvious toy in her pants was going to be used on you and you clench your legs together at the realisation.

“Since you decided to put playing with our sweet little toy in front of each other on the table. Now you can experience how it is from the other side of things” Agatha coos as she adjusts the machine and moves her wife to straddle it before reaching above the bed and pulling down a dark timber arm with a gold hook on the end of it. Rio gasps as Agatha held her arms up, attaching them to the hook and you felt a floor of arousal between your thighs at the sight of Rio, fully restrained and at the mercy of her wife. “Go ahead and put that greedy little pussy of yours on that toy, sweetheart” Agatha purrs and Rio shuffles up the toy slightly before lowering herself down onto the dildo with a gasp. Her hips begin moving immediately and Agatha gives her ass a spank “Don’t fucking move” she hissed as Rio moaned at the sharp pain on her ass before nodding. “Yes, mistress” she breathed out, her eyes already blown out from hunger and lust as she stayed still, the toy completely swallowed up by her hungry cunt and you whine softly, shifting on the chaise in an attempt to soothe the urgent, growing need between your thighs.

“Now, you” Agatha simply says and turns her attention to you, stalking towards you as your mouth suddenly went dry and the older woman came to a stop in front of where you were still sat on the chaise lounge. You stared up at her as she unbuttoned her blouse and your jaw dropped open as more of her pale skin was exposed with each button she undid. You caught a glimpse of her cleavage and felt a rush of desire course through your body as you realised, she wasn’t wearing a bra and the only obstacle between you and her perky breasts that fit so perfectly in your hand, was the thin material of her blouse. Your hands clawed at your thighs, desperate to just tear the shirt from her body and get your mouth on her rose-coloured nipples. Fuck. She shrugs off her blouse and your mouth waters and you hear Rio groan from her place on the bed before Agatha trailed her fingertips down her chest and stomach until her hand reached the waistband of her pants. You swallow in anticipation as she slowly unbuckles her belt, watching her veiny hands swiftly pull the leather accessory from around her waist. Then before you can blink it’s around your throat and she gives it a tug, tightening the belt around your neck and eliciting an unbidden moan from your mouth at the makeshift collar.

“Now it’s my turn to control you” she hums with a devious grin that sends a chill up your spine and almost scares you, her words going straight to your cunt as you gasp. “God, Agatha. I’m s-sorry” you stammer, regretting your decision to tease her earlier that night and she lets out a low and sinister laugh at your now flushed face and the way your breathing had quickened. “Not yet you’re not. But don’t worry, you will be. Mommy’s gonna fuck you senseless, sweetheart” the older woman said as she wrapped the belt around her hand, clasping it in her fist and pulling you to your feet. “That’s my good girl” she cooed and you whimper, her words going straight to your core again and your eyes close momentarily before you hear her low laugh again. “Oh, sweetheart. Your need little cunt has made a mess on our nice velvet lounge” she teases and your eyes snap open as you turn your head and sure enough, there was a wet patch on the fabric where you were previously sitting. You blush furiously, feeling a small amount of embarrassment creeping through you before your attention is stolen by Agatha’s hand cupping your dripping pussy.

“Ah, fuck” you gasp sharply, stumbling forwards slightly as you turn your head back to face the woman in front of you who was looking at you with a salacious smirk. “You’re positively soaked, darling” she says softly and you whimper, nodding as her hand gives the belt a tug again and you keen. “Agatha” you breathe out, desperately moving your hips in an attempt to get her fingers to slip inside of you, with how wet you were, you were sure there’d be no resistance. “Uh uh, naughty girl” Agatha tuts and gives your cunt a spank causing you to yelp and your body to lift onto your tip toes and you let out a shaky breath, trying to will your heartbeat to settle in your chest. You opened your mouth to say something, though you weren’t sure exactly what, when Agatha yanked the belt, crashing your lips together and immediately slipping her tongue into your mouth. You moan against her lips and your knees threaten to buckle before she snaked an arm around your waist, holding you upright and kissed you fervently, as if she was determined to suck your soul out. “Fuck, baby…” Rio moaned from her spot on the bed but her voice was muffled in your ears from the sound of Agatha moaning into your mouth and the feeling of her free hand tangling in your hair.

You gasp when Agatha’s teeth sink into your bottom lip harshly and you swear you feel blood, the metallic taste on your tongue makes you let out an almost pornographic moan. You couldn’t help but wonder if the older woman had somehow figured out that you had a slight blood play kink. The hand tangled in your hair tugs roughly, forcing your head back and breaking the kiss as Agatha grins devilishly and you notice the crimson liquid on her lips, confirming that your lip was in fact bleeding. Your knees buckle and you feel another flood of arousal course through your body when Agatha’s tongue darts out to lick your blood from her lips. “Fuck, mommy” you whimper and don’t miss the way her eyes darken even more if possible, filling with lust at your desperate state. “Tsk, dirty girl. You like bleeding for mommy?” she hummed and you mewl at her question and before you can stop yourself, you nod your head wildly. The older woman lifts her hand to your face and you open your mouth to ask what she’s doing when she wipes her hand across your mouth, smearing the blood across your mouth, cheeks and chin. “Oh, fuck” Rio gasps and Agatha hums to herself “Red is such a pretty colour on you, baby girl” she smiled fondly at you and you whine, trying your best to clench your legs together. At this point you felt that if she didn’t touch you again soon, you’d combust right then and there.

“Please, mommy. Need you so bad” you plead, giving her your best puppy dog eyes, earning you a chuckle from the woman in front of you before she used her grip on your hair to push your head down slightly. “On your knees, sweetheart. You’re gonna deepthroat mommy’s cock so you realise just how big it is before I ruin your pretty little pussy with it” Agatha croons and you swallow and drop to your knees in front of the older woman. “Uh uh. Turn so that our naughty girl can watch all of my cock disappear in that pretty little mouth of yours” she says and you bite back a moan at her words before moving your position so that you and Agatha were parallel to the ottoman at the foot of the bed.

You watched as Agatha’s hands moved to the waistband of her pants again, undoing them before she reached a hand into them and pulled out the toy. Your eyes widened at the size of the purple strap on. You had always been bad as estimates but if you had to venture a guess, you’d say it was at least 8 inches from base to tip and at least 4 inches of girth. The thought of having Agatha’s cock hitting the back of your throat and buried to the hilt in your hungry pussy had you squirming on your spot on the floor. You grab the base of the toy and drag your tongue up it, enjoying the way Agatha’s eyes darken and she watches you attentively. She keeps the belt wrapped around her hand and her fingers tangled in your hair, just holding your head until you open your mouth, wrapping your lips around the toy and slowly inching more of the large purple cock into your mouth. “Fuck, baby” Agatha groaned above you as you take the last few inches into your mouth, your nose touching the older woman’s stomach.

You gag around her cock and she groans again, her hips bucking slightly and you moan as you feel the tip of the toy hitting the back of your throat. You pull back and gasp for air, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to the toy as your chest heaves. “Fucking hell” you hear Rio moan from the bed as Agatha shoots her a look before glancing down to you, dropping the belt from her grasp and you furrow your brows slightly in confusion. The hand that had been holding the belt moves to hold your head from under your jaw and she smirks as she feels you swallow in anticipation of what she was about to do. “Open up, baby girl. Let mommy use that pretty little mouth of yours. Wanna fuck your mouth so bad, baby” she croons and you whine, doing everything you can to clench your thighs together tighter, the need between your legs becoming unbearable. You obey her orders and open your mouth, staring up at her through your lashes as she smiles fondly down at you.

“That’s my good girl” her praise makes you moan for a moment before she uses her grip on your head to slides your mouth back and forth on the toy. “God, baby. Your mouth feels so good on my dick” Agatha moans and you whimper, tears beginning to form in your eyes as she begins losing herself, bucking her hips forward and she began fucking your throat. You felt the fire in the pit of your stomach growing hotter and wilder at the effect you were having on the woman above you. The way that she was using your mouth for her own pleasure had you feeling that familiar tightness in your stomach and you couldn’t help but wonder if it was even possible to cum without being touched. You gag around the toy and Agatha lets out another low groan at the sound, looking down at you “You look so fucking pretty with mommy’s cock in your mouth, pet. Taking it all like such a good girl for me” she coos. Her hand on your jaw moves slightly and her thumb begins stroking your cheek softly as you sigh with a small whine at the tender action as she continued fucking your throat.

“Just like that. God, I can’t wait to stretch out your cunt with my big cock. Mommy’s gonna ruin you, baby” Agatha moans, throwing her head back and holding your head down on her cock, your nose pressing into her stomach as she groans and ruts her hips against your face. The combination of her holding you down on her cock and her words send you tumbling over the edge and your hips begin rocking back and forth, fucking nothing as your orgasm crashes over you. You moan around the toy and you feel her hand tighten in your hair “Fuuuck” Rio moans and Agatha head lifts and she looks down at you, her mouth falling open as her eyes widen and she watches you gyrate your hips. Your eyes meet hers and you see the realisation flash through her eyes as she continues stroking your cheek with her thumb before slowly pulling the toy out of your mouth and you gasp, desperate to catch your breath.

“Did you just…without--?” Rio asks from her spot on the bed and you feel your cheeks and chest flush in embarrassment, dropping your gaze to your lap before you feel the belt around your throat tighten again and you whimper as it’s tugged, forcing you to look up at Agatha. “Without permission? Tsk, naughty girl” she says and you avoid her gaze, looking anywhere else you can with the limited control you have before she pulls the belt again, pulling you to your feet. “Having a hard time asking for my permission tonight, aren’t you kitten?” she hums and you whine at the new pet name, normally you despised that pet name with a passion but hearing it come from Agatha had you clenching around nothing. “Oh, you like that?” she asks, eyes shining at your reaction and you bite your lip, blushing once again and internally cursing yourself for being so transparent around the two women.

“Come” you follow as Agatha guides you to follow her with the belt. You walk behind her as she guides you to the arm of the chaise lounge and removes the belt from around your neck before placing a few soft kisses across your throat. “Good girl” she praises and you sigh, closing your eyes momentarily at her words “But—” your eyes open again and you look at her as she folds the belt in half in her hands, holding the two ends together. “You were also naughty and got off without mommy’s permission. So now, you’re going to bend over this couch and I’m going to give you 8 spanks with my belt. And you both are going to count out every one for mistress, okay?” Agatha says and you clench again at her words as you look at Rio and the two of you nod. “Yes, Mistress” you both say and Agatha hums, satisfied “Good. Count” she says and you yelp when the leather strap collides with your ass “One” Rio and you say before the belt strikes your other cheek. “Two” you say, feeling tears fill your eyes again from the pain and your hands grip the sides of the cushions, fighting to rock your hips against the arm of the couch for any semblance of friction as the pain gives way to pleasure.

Agatha continues your punishment, alternating sides to swat with each strike. “Eight. Thank you, mommy” you whimper weakly, a small sob escaping your mouth before feeling Agatha’s hand gently rubbing over your screaming skin, soothing the pain. “Shh, you did so good for me, darling” she coos and pulls you to your feet, turning you around to face her and placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “My good girl, are you alright?” she says tentatively and you nod “Green. C-Can you fuck me now?” you ask and her eyes darken again and she gives you a wicked grin. “Anything for my pretty girl. One second” she nods before grabbing her phone and tapping the screen and you’re startled when an almost pornographic moan tears its way from Rio’s throat behind you. You turn and hear the machine she was straddling beginning to make noise and you barely see the dildo buried inside of her pussy moving as she began rocking her hips against the toy.

“Now, every time you get close to coming, I’m going to slow that machine all the way down. You’re going to feel the same level of torture as I did when you stripped off in my office and had our little toy’s fingers knuckle deep in your greedy, bratty little cunt” Agatha sneered and Rio whimpered at her words. “F-fuck. Mommy, I’m sorry” she whined and Agatha chuckled “It’s too late for sorry, mi amor” she said and tapped the screen again causing Rio to scream, grinding wildly against the toy. Your attention is snapped back to Agatha when her hands grabbed your thighs and she lifted your legs causing you to fall backwards onto the couch with a soft thud and a gasp. You watched as she kicked her pants off and climbed over the arm of the lounge, crawling towards you like a wild animal before situating herself between your legs. Your eyes stayed locked with hers as she reached down between your bodies and grabbed the strap on, dragging it up and down your slit before sliding just the tip into you. “Oh, my god. More, please” you gasp softly and she hums lowly resting her forehead against yours, staring deep into your eyes as she thrust her hips forward, burying the entire length into your cunt.

“Oh fuck! Agatha!” you let out an uncontrollable moan, your arms wrapping around her back and pulling her body flush against yours, her head falling down against your shoulder. You scrape your nails down her back causing her to hiss in your ear before she attached her lips to your neck, sucking the soft skin there, marking you just as you were marking her. “Fuck, baby girl. Wish I could feel how you’re clenching around my cock. Wanna feel your wet cunt taking every inch of mommy’s dick” Agatha murmured against your neck and began fucking you with a steady pace as your back arched, your cunt clenching around her at the image her words painted in your mind. “Fuck, Aggie” Rio breathed out and Agatha lifted her head, looking at her wife before reaching for her phone and tapping the screen, the sounds of the machine dying down and becoming quickly drowned out by Rio’s whining. “Mistress, please. I’m sorry! I won’t ever do it again!” Rio pleaded and you couldn’t help but moan at her words as you stretched around Agatha’s cock with each thrust, feeling so full of the older woman, the thought alone had you seeing stars. Agatha chuckled lowly and shook her head “No can do, mi vida. You need to learn your lesson” Agatha said, ending her comment with a grunt as she gave a particularly rough thrust with the last word of her sentence and you knew she meant that you had to learn your lesson as well. Do not fuck with Agatha Harkness. “Shit!” you gasp, panting as your nails rake up and down her back and the lounge shakes with each thrust as Agatha controls the machine again, upping the settings before lowering her head to kiss your neck again.

“Do you like that, baby?” Agatha asks as you groan, feeling as though the air was being fucked out of your lungs by her large cock as your body worked to adjust to the size. “It hurts” you breathe out and Agatha lifts her head to look down at you “Okay baby, but that wasn’t the question” she says lowly and you moan at her words, knowing she would stop in an instant if you told her to or if you used your safe word. You had been in the play room once before but you only spectated while wearing a pair of vibrating panties that the couple had gifted you, insisting you just wanted to watch them and how they interacted and fucked in the play room. How different it was to their bedroom. And before you had even entered the room, the couple had made you choose a safe word, explaining that as soon as you stepped foot in the room, whether you used it or not, the safe word was necessary and in effect. You had hesitated, struggling to pick a safe word for a minute before Rio offered you the option of the traffic light system. Green for go or keep going, yellow to ease up and red to stop. “Green?” Agatha prompts, pulling you from your thoughts and you nod “Green. M-More, please” you say and she grins, happily obliging and fucking into you harder as she leaned down and began biting and sucking hickeys into your skin. Red marks littering across your neck, collarbones, chest and breasts before Agatha pulled back to admire her work.

“You look so beautiful all marked up for me. All mine” Agatha says with a low growl and you feel your second orgasm fast approaching from the almost animalistic way Agatha was fucking you. So primal, so possessive, so jealous. You were sure your ass was going to be bruised tomorrow and that you would have hickeys over your neck and chest for days to come. “All hers” you thought to yourself and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her face to yours and leaning up slightly, crashing your lips against hers as the two of you moaned uncontrollably. The air between the two of you thick with tension, lust and sex as she fucked you like a mad woman. You had never seen this side of her but you very well could get used to it. You had never felt such sexual euphoria before, such unbridled desire. You only wished Rio was with the two of you, riding your face or something as her wife impaled you in the best way with her cock. The thought of eating Rio’s cunt as Agatha fucked you had your fast approaching orgasm causing your entire body to tremble. You fight with your body to stave off your climax, not wanting this feeling to end, revelling in the closeness with Agatha and the desperation of all three of you filling the room.

Agatha keeps fucking into you, snapping her hips against yours as she occasionally glances to Rio and adjusts the controls. You swear that you hear Rio actually sobbing from being edged like this and you think that Agatha must have stopped her wife from orgasming at least half a dozen times by now. You couldn’t even imagine how Rio felt right now, you’d probably be in tears too and so unbelievably sensitive by this point. You thought about Rio’s clit for a moment, closing your eyes you remembered feeling it throb against your tongue just a few hours ago as you fucked her in Agatha’s office. You tilted your head back against the cushion, trying to steal a look at Rio as you heard her moaning uncontrollably from behind you. You could only see the top of her head; her eyebrows were knitted together and you could see a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead and you moan as your mind fills in the blanks of what the rest of her face must look like right now.

You moved your gaze back to Agatha when you felt her take your nipple between her teeth and giving it a tug. “Fuck!” you hiss, inhaling sharply as your body arched up off the couch cushions and one of your hands moved to tangle in Agatha’s unruly mane of hair. It was one of your favourite things, feeling her hair between your fingers. She had such beautiful, thick hair. Both you and Rio usually toyed with her hair when you were anxious or stimming and she was more than happy to offer her hair to help you both soothe your nerves. You felt Agatha move her hand to scratch down the valley between your breasts as she circled your nipple with her tongue, soothing the pain from her teeth. Glancing down to your chest, you saw four already reddening scratch marks forming on your chest from her nails. You watched, rapt as she moved her attention to your other breast and continued toying with her phone, teasing her wife. You felt yourself weakening, unable to fight off your orgasm any longer and whimpered, your hips bucking up in an attempt to meet Agatha’s thrusts and she growled as your bodies moved together.

“Please” you gasp as you feel the coil in the pit of your stomach winding impossibly tighter as Agatha continues fucking her cock into you, lifting her hand to wrap around your throat, not applying pressure but just holding it. “Are you asking for permission to cum?” she hums and you nod frantically “Then ask properly, kitten” she says firmly as she squeezes your throat and moves her free hand to rest on your lower abdomen, pressing down. “Fuck! Please may I cum, mommy?” you whimper, consciously focusing on forcing yourself not to climax without permission. Agatha chuckles darkly, adding pressure around your throat and you feel her nails digging into your skin ever so slightly “That’s my good girl. Cum on mommy’s cock, baby” the older woman purrs and you clench your eyes shut tightly as the coil in your stomach snaps and your body writhes beneath her. “Uh uh, eyes open. Look at me while you cum for me, baby” Agatha coaxes and you force your eyes open, your gaze locking with hers as she continues pressing on your abdomen and reaches her thumb down to rub your clit. “Oh fuck! Mommy!” you cry out and she gives you a wolfish grin “There you go, baby. Fuck, you look so pretty when you cum for me. Mommy’s sweet girl” she coos, her praise going straight to your cunt as you clench around her cock, your body convulsing as she continues fucking you through your orgasm.

Your body is still trembling from aftershocks when Agatha pulls the toy out of you and you whimper at the sudden emptiness, your walls clenching around nothing as Agatha grabs your hips roughly. “Come here” she grunts and pulls you into a sitting position before flipping you over onto your stomach causing you to let out a yelp in surprise at the repositioning. “Ass up” Agatha ordered, giving your ass a spank as you bite back a moan and obey, pulling your knees up under you and pushing your ass up into the air, arching your back and earning you a moan from the woman behind you. “You’re so fucking perfect, baby” she sighed and dragged the tip of her cock through your slit, your body jerking as she circled your clit with the toy. “S-sensitive” you mewl “Oh, I know, sweetheart” Agatha rasps in a soft voice before pushing the toy back into your quivering cunt “God—Agatha” you whimper, nails digging into the arm of the couch as your head falls forward and you feel Agatha trailing soft kisses down your spine. “You’re taking me so well, my good girl” she hummed against your back, giving you a moment to adjust around her again before she began thrusting her cock into you again.

Your body rocked forward with each thrust and moans fell from your lips left, right and centre as the older woman fucked your still sensitive pussy. “F-fuck” you mutter under your breath, resting your forehead against the cushions of the couch before you feel Agatha’s hand slide around your body and she grabs your jaw, lifting your head. “Look at our helpless little slut, baby” you lifted your gaze until it met Rio’s as she squirmed on the riding fuck machine that she was straddling, mewls and moans falling from her mouth uncontrollably. “Aggie, please” Rio whined as you noticed her wrists wiggling against the ropes suspending her arms above her head “Tell her how good it feels, pretty girl” Agatha encourages you as she nibbles your earlobe and you let out a shaky breath. “Oh god. Feels so good, mommy. Filling me up and fucking me so good. F-fuck, I love being so full of your cock, stretching me out so good” you moan as Agatha chuckles lowly in your ear and picks up her pace, fucking into you faster and rougher. You curse and your nails dig into the couch again, the room filling with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, your moans, Rio’s whimpers and Agatha’s grunting and you feel your third orgasm quickly approaching.

“Fuckfuck, I’m gonna—” you gasp “Gonna cum again already, sweetheart? Go ahead, give mommy another one. Make our desperate little slut watch as you cum on my cock again while she’s over there squirming, soaking that toy, wishing we were touching her. God, look at her. Absolutely pathetic, crying for one of us to touch and fuck her greedy little cunt. Cum for mommy, my pretty little sluts” Agatha sneered and you heard the click of her nails on her phone screen, controlling the toy Rio was straddling. The attached dildo thrusting into her faster, you watched her kneel up straight, squealing as you began clawing at the couch, desperate for something to hold onto as your orgasm crashed over you and you felt as though it threw you twenty feet into the air. “Fuck! Agatha!” you and Rio both moan as your bodies shake uncontrollably and Agatha laughs wickedly as the two of you fall apart because of her. Her thrusts become almost frenzied as she grunts and pants with exertion “Fuck, gonna cum” she moaned and you fought the overstimulation to fuck yourself back onto her cock in an attempt to ensure the harness hit her clit. “Oh, fuck, baby! Just like that, shitshitshit” she moaned and you felt her thighs trembling against yours as she let out a yell and continues fucking you through both of your orgasms and controlling the machine fucking her wife as the air of the room became thick with the smell of sex and Agatha slowed her thrusts until she stilled. Her cock fully sheathed inside of you as you collapsed onto the couch, panting and your skin slick from sweat from being fucked so relentlessly.

You gasp when she pulls the toy from you, leaving you empty once again before she leaned down and trailed soft kisses up and down your spine again. “You did so good for mommy, my pretty girl. Why don’t you go help Rio, hm? Take the spreader bar off of her and help her off of the fuck machine. Keep her wrists tied though and lay her down for me, baby” Agatha says softly and you nod, still trying to steady your breathing. “Yes, mommy” you murmur, getting up from the chaise and on shaky legs, you walk over to the bed as Agatha tapped her phone screen and the machine stops its movements as Rio inhales sharply as if finally catching her breath. You stand beside the bed and grab the keys to the spreader bar from the bedside table and unlock the padlocks from the cuffs, setting them aside before undoing the cuffs and removing the bar, setting it on the ottoman at the foot of the bed.

You reached for the older woman’s now freed ankles and gently massaged your way up and down her ankles and calves, smiling softly at the relief and at finally being touched, even just like this. You give her ass a light pat and walk to kneel one leg in front of her on the bed, leaning up to manoeuvre your head in the space between her arms so that they were wrapped around your neck. She smiles at you and you return the gesture as you fix your posture, straightening up and using your body to lift her arms from the hook the rope was suspended on, allowing her arms to move and her body to be lifted from the toy. “Fuck, so much better” she sighs and you hum softly as you place your hands on her waist and lift her slightly to reposition her and gently lie her down on the mattress. You remove her arms from around your neck and she whines softly at the loss of contact as you set the machine aside on the bedside table.

“Are you okay?” you ask her softly and she nods with a small hum as you sit on the edge of the bed beside her and grab her arms, gently massaging them as best as you could around the restraints. “Are you?” she asks and you chuckle lightly and nod “She really knows what she’s doing with that thing, huh?” you muse and Rio laughs “She sure does” she nods and you both laugh amongst yourselves for a moment. “Something funny?” Agatha’s voice asks from behind you and you turn to look at the opposite side of the bed where she was standing and you notice that she was now fully nude, having stripped herself of the toy and harness at some point while you were tending to Rio. Your eyes immediately fell to her newly exposed bush, your mouth watering at the sight of her arousal glistening in the hairs. “Fuck” both you and Rio moan softly “That’s the plan” Agatha smirked and you couldn’t help but lick your lips as she placed one knee on the bed, the new position giving you a perfect look at the pale skin of her inner thighs. Biting back another moan you notice the arousal that had dripped from her core and spread across her thighs. Goddamn it, she’s so fucking hot.

“Get down between her legs, darling” Agatha says to you and you swallow, quickly obeying as you shifted your position on the bed and situated yourself between Rio’s legs, spreading her open for you to see. You can’t help but gasp at the sight of her soaked, swollen cunt. “Fuck, princesa. You’re soaked” you moan and glance up to see Rio’s bottom lip between her teeth as she whimpers and nods, gasping when you blow some cool air onto her pussy. Her legs quiver momentarily as you look up at Agatha expectantly. “Oh, are you waiting for your next instructions, pet? Hm? You need guidance from mommy?” she coos and your breath hitches at her tone as you nod “You are in control, aren’t you, mommy?” you say with a slightly teasing tone, which Agatha does not take well. She lets out a low growl and grabs a fistful of your hair “Shut up and eat her cunt, you pathetic little cumslut brat” she snarls and moves your head so that your mouth is on her wife’s still sensitive pussy.

“Fuck!” Rio cried out before obscene moans fell from her lips left and right “That’s right, baby. Give her everything you’ve got” Agatha encourages as Rio’s thighs clench around your head before you place your hands on her knees and force her legs apart. “S-so sensitive. Mamita, please” Rio whimpered as you looked up at her, watching the two women intently before you saw Agatha grab her wife’s still bound wrists and pin them against the pillows above her head. “Shh, be a good slut and stick out your tongue for mommy” the blue-eyed beauty said in a low, raspy tone that made both you and Rio clench at the sound before Rio opened her mouth, sticking out her flattened tongue. “Good girl” Agatha hummed and moved to straddle her wife’s head before lowering herself onto the ready and waiting tongue, throwing her head back with a moan as she began grinding down against Rio’s face. Desperate to make Agatha feel how good you were making her wife feel, you moved your attention to Rio’s clit, wrapping your lips around it and sucking as you moved your hand and pushed two fingers inside of her with ease. Moaning against her and feeling her thighs shake at the vibrations you hear Rio’s muffled moans before your ears are filled with the sweet sound of Agatha’s raspy moans.

“Shit, yes! Just like that” she groaned and you curled your fingers inside of Rio’s warm and wet cunt, feeling her walls flutter around your digits as you continued sucking and flicking your tongue across her clit. Earning yourself more and more muffled moans from the woman beneath you as she writhed on the bed beneath you and her wife, her hips bucking up against your face before you shifted your free hand to her hip. Pushing her hips back down against the bed, you dug your nails into them and heard a sharp gasp that turned into a whimper and you added enough pressure to ensure there would be crescent sharped indentations in her skin the next day. “Fuck, right there. Yes. You’re doing so good, my perfect little fucktoys. Gonna make mommy cum all over your face. Gonna drench your pretty little face with my cum” Agatha babbled, rocking her hips back and forth on Rio’s face. Her words had Rio’s walls clenching and fluttering around your fingers as you slid a third inside of her, curling them perfectly against the spot inside her that turned her to putty in your hands. “Fuck! Mommy, baby, so good” Rio mumbled as you grazed your teeth against her clit and that was all it took for her to go tumbling over the edge with Agatha following shortly behind. Both of their bodies rutting wildly together, chasing their highs as you fucked Rio through her orgasm, keeping the same pace and circling her clit with your tongue as Agatha’s body slumped forward and she came down from her high.

You slowed your pace and moved to kiss and suck a couple of hickeys into Rio’s thighs before leaning up slightly and running your tongue along the marks from your fingernails and giving a soft kiss to the reddened skin there. Agatha tried to catch her breath as you pulled your fingers from Rio’s pussy and leaned down to lap up the rest of her sweet nectar, chuckling against her when you heard her hiss and felt her legs shaking around your head. Agatha moved from on top of her wife and untied her wrists, massaging them for a moment before Rio’s hands found their way to the tops of your shoulders, nails scratching harshly at the skin there, her head lifting to look down at you between her legs. “Fuck! Baby, please! S-so fucking sensitive” she sobbed, pushing at your shoulders and you relent, pulling away and smirking as she fell back against the mattress, shuddering and you moved up the bed to lie between the two women, pulling the blanket over the three of you.

“What did we learn, my sweet girls?” Agatha asked as all three of your naked bodies entangled with each other and hands were everywhere, gently stroking each other’s skin. “Not to tease mommy while she’s at work” Rio says with a small sigh before Agatha pinched at your ass firmly, eliciting a sharp gasp “Not to bury my fingers in your wife’s cunt when you’re in a meeting” you say with a playful tone which earns you a low growl from Agatha. She gave your cunt a spank and you yelped, your body jolting at the harsh action “Shit! I-I’m sorry” you whimper and she hums “That’s better” she nods before pressing a kiss to your temple and grabbing Rio’s hand, lifting it to her lips and placing a gentle kiss on the back of it. “Where the hell were you two all my life?” you murmur as the two women chuckle and the three of you fall into a peaceful slumber intertwined together with no place any of you would rather be.

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