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averyspizookies · 3 months ago

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~~~~~~Dangerous Question~~~~~~

Chapter 4; no thoughts.

Hey y’all, I’m back already, seriously guys, y’all are crazy, I went from 0 followers yesterday to now, well I don’t know the exact number but it’s not zero. I love the feedback, you don’t understand y’all make me feel so happy even with anon messages, as always, my DMs and Inbox are wide freaking open, idc you can just tell me your eating a banana and id still love that you reached out. I’m recovering from surgery right now, so writing is my little escape and i hope it brings you some happiness along the way!! Thanks for da love.

September 14th 2023,

Azzis POV;

I woke up before Paige, as usual, whenever we sleep together,

But as I push myself up to look at her, I feel an arm tighten around my waist.

“where are you going?” Paige says, sleepily

“I’m just getting up, we have practice yknow, I can’t stay here forever.”

Paige rolls her eyes,

Her eyes, They grab my attention,

Now that I’m looking at her more clearly, her eyes are bloodshot, she must’ve been up crying.

She told me last night that an Ex of hers or whatever, said something that made her upset…. But I know Paige.

She would never be this upset over something being said online about her, especially if it wasn’t true.

But last night when she was crying in my arms, I let her lie, because whatever it is she’s holding back from telling me, has to be something that’s turning her world upside down. And I don’t want to push her to talk. At least, not yet.

Thinking of last night my memories come back, amongst it all, I told that waiter, whatever his name is, Marc? Mack? That id go to dinner with him.

Why? I have no clue.

“Az, You good?” Paige says,

“Yeah just thinking” I reply,

Paiges arm around my waist feels like it’s burning into me, But a good burning?

I don’t know, but Paige has always been touchy, we’ve always been touchy.

But for some reason her touch feels different today, more loaded.

Before I can think more my phone flashes,

-Caroline; call incoming.

Before Incan start to move Paige grabs my phone and connects the call,

“azzi, you okay? You never came home last night?” I can hear Caroline say,

“Yeah shes good, right Az?” Paige says into the phone while looking down at me.

her answering the phone for me should be annoying, and that’s how Page probably wants me to feel about it.

But for some reason, I don’t hate it,

“Oh uh, hey Paige? Can you hand the phone to Azzi real quick?” Caroline fumbles out, clearly taken back by being met with Paige’s voice.

Without saying anything, Paige releases her grasp on my waist and hands me the phone,

She starts to sit up and sends me a wink, “It’s for you,” she says while standing up and walking off,

all I can do it watch her walk away, because for some reason, I feel a heat creeping in my stomach.

“Az, Are you there?” Caroline says over the phone making me remember shes there.

Putting up the phone to my ear I speak “Yeah hey sorry, what’s up.”

“Okay first off, I don’t want to know what just happened with Paige, Because One, you told me you weren’t going over there, and 2. You definitely didn’t tell me you were sleeping over hers. I thought you died!” Caroline says with a stern tone.

“Sorry mom, yeah I just feel asleep here, but something’s going on with Paige, she’s acting literally bi-polar.” I say back,

“Whatever’s going on with her, you don’t need to worry about, we have practice then a hangout with the team again tonight.” Caroline huffs out, clearly annoyed at me,

“Jeez, what is it with this team and never being apart. Can’t we like not drink for a night?”

“I don’t know, But they said we might go to ted anyways, just get your ass back here.” Caroline says before hanging up the phone.

I place down my phone and start to sit up, finding the strength to stand when Nika comes in the room.

she closes the door behind her and has a knowing expression on her face,

I don’t know Nika very well, but I know that’s shes scary as shit. And I definitely don’t want to be trapped in this room with her.

“hey Azzi, I see you slept over.” Nika slides out, while leaning back on the wall,

Thrown off by her tone, I fumble out “Uh yeah I did?”

Before Nika can retort Paige comes waking in,

“and what’s happening in here?” She says directed at Nika,

It’s almost like her and Paige can communicate just by looking at each other, because at soon as Paige says that and glances at her, Nika backs down,

“Just saying Goodmorning to our guest is all, I’m gonna go get ready for practice, I suggest you both do too.” Nika says while exiting the room.

Once shes out Paige shakes her head and takes a breath,

“sorry about her, shes assuming things,” Paige says, walking to her closet.

what does that even mean? assuming what?

I just decide not to question it, and to get up.

“Um well, I’ve gotta get going before Caro send out a search team, I’ll see you at practice P,” I say to her back while shes in the closet.

Paige turns around and meets my eyes,

“Okay, don’t miss me too much.” she says with a wink,

I roll my eyes and get up, waking out of the room.

I exit the suite and start heading down the stairs to my floor, but as I’m walking I hear my name being called.

“Hey Azzi!” a man behind me shouts.

who would be up at this time, and in my dorm building?

I turn around and see AJ, waking towards me,

I’ve only ever seen him in person a few times, but the other times we’ve texted he’s been nice, Caroline even implied maybe he was interested in me,

“Hey AJ, what are you doing up so early?”

before he answers, he glances down taking in my outfit,

shit,

I totally forgot what I was wearing,

Last night I didn’t have time to change or take off my make up, or undo my hair.

It totally looks like im doing the walk of shame.

“Uhh, I could ask you the same thing, heading to practice like that?” AJ replies while blushing slightly,

“Oh uh yeah, this isn’t what it looks like, I was out at dinner last night and crashed in my friends room.” I ramble, looking down at the floor avoiding eye contact,

Why am I so fucking awkward?

“Oh, yeah well I mean, you look good. But I gotta run, coach might make me sleep on the bench if im not there early, but uh, Ill text you?”

“Yeah, yeah. Talk to you later.” I reply with a smile.

He smiles back before heading the opposite direction.

well maybe this outfit should be my go to.

I walk into the suite and am met by Carolines eye staring intensely at me.

“Uh hey?” I say while moving towards the kitchen counter.

“Hey Azzi, you sleep well?” Caroline says in a unnaturally sweet tone,

“Yeah, I did, and I promise I won’t leave you without texting again.” I say while rolling my eyes and heading to the fridge.

“Good you shouldn’t, the suite was too quiet without your aggressive typing all night. I mean what are you even studying? Classes started a week ago” Caroline says while taking a bit of a banana.

I scoff and grab a power bar, heading to my room,

Caroline calls after me,

“Hey! And tell Marcos I said hi!”

Right.

His name was Marcos.

11 am

Me and Caroline both walk into practice,

and it’s like a movie the way everyone on the team turns and looks at me.

Well not everyone, but the group Nika is hushly talking too.

Aubrey, Nika, and KK with ice all stare at me. Stopping their conversation.

Caroline gives me a nod, asking if I know what’s happening.

I just shrug back because truthfully, I have no clue whats going on,

The rest of practice is a blur, It’s tiring and feels like 2 and a half hours of just straight running.

But I notice all throughout practice, Paige is taking glances at me.

It seems like wherever ever I go her eyes follow, and with that, Nika’s whispering continues.

I don’t know what I did, But this is strange,

I just know I want to get out of this practice.

1:34 pm.

Soon enough practice wraps up, and Paige comes up next to me.

I cant help but notice her toned abs flexing, shining in a layers of sweat, she discarded her shirt earlier, so now there’s nothing on her top half expect for a navy blue Nike sports bra.

I mean this girl must live in the weight room, Because her arms and abs look like something you would find in the military.

“Hey, Az, you checking me out there?” Paige says looking down, following my line of sight,

Well, I kinda was?

I look up at her trying to hide my embarrassment, though I’m meet with her signature smirk.

“You wish, what do you want from me? You tortured me enough this morning,” I say looking up at her.

“Just wondering if you were coming to teds with us tonight, they don’t ID the team so it’ll probably be a ton of drinking, which is know might not be your thing since the whole ‘dying on the bathroom floor’ happened” Paige says while nudging me,

“Uh yeah, Caroline will probably force me to go anyways.” I say,

A voice cuts through,

“Paige cmon, we gotta go! Or else I’m leaving you here!!” Nika shouts out, a few feet away near the door.

Paige turns around, and giving Nika a thumbs up while starting to walk backwards towards her.

“Well ill see you later,” Paige says picking up her bag,

I stand there for a second collecting my thoughts,

My thoughts that consist of very confusing emotions about my best friends muscles. But these are pushed away quickly.

Me and Caroline start walking towards the door and she swings an arm around my shoulder,

“Yknow Azzi, you are soooo pretty, and funny, and may I add, a great basketball player-“ I cut her off quickly, seeing what shes getting at.

“I’ll come to teds tonight, no need for all that.”

Caroline quickly starts bouncing around and obnoxiously skipping towards our car, clearly happy with my choice.

9:45 Pm

Coming out of the shower I start walking towards my bedroom to get ready for the bar, but it seems someone’s already beat me to it.

standing in the middle of my room, with an all too happy smile on her face is Caroline.

“Now what are you doing” I say adjusting my towel.

“wellll, I just thought, maybe you’d like some help getting ready again?” Caroline says while batting her eyelashes at me,

I’m secretly happy shes offering, because the truth is, I was gonna ask her anyways.

“Finneee,” I say while sitting down in my chair,

Caroline sqeels and claps her hands like a little kid, heading towards my closet.

she comes back a minute later holding clothes behind her back,

“Okay, Okay, I know you didnt feel that great about the whole ‘waving your boobs around’ so here’s this” Caroline says pleading

I sigh and prepare myself for whatever she hands me.

Caroline walks towards my bed and lays out a short sleeve, black, open back shirt, and a mini denim skirt.

“Cmon this outfit with your boots, it’s perrrfecttt!” Caroline says awaiting my answer.

I sigh and realize that I’m not gonna win the battle of saying no to that, so I stand up and walk towards my bed taking the clothes and disappearing into the closet to change.

I walk out and Caroline starts making dramatic noises, including wolf whistles and explicit comments.

“Shut up, just help me do my mess of hair.” I say back rolling my eyes but feeling slightly confident from her reaction.

I sit down in my chair and start doing the same makeup that I had on the other night, while Caroline does my hair.

Once were both done I head towards my boots on the floor and grab my bag.

Just as were starting to walk out, I hear a knock coming at the door,

Caroline shrugs and gestures for me to get it,

I open the door to an unexpected guest, Paige.

As soon as I open the door, her eyes scan me.

She’s…checking me out?

Like without hiding it.

I have so many thoughts right now,

and I’m just so confused.

But also, kind of….liking it?

“Hey Az, just dropping off your charger you left it last night.” Paige says, while a slight blush tints her cheeks.

“Paige.” I say, ignoring the charger in her out stretched hand.

“Hm?” Paige says, finally making eye contact.

“Did you just check me out”

“Uh yeah, I did.” Paige says nonchalantly

“And why did you just check me out?” I ask, slightly taken back by her honesty,

“Because, you look….good as fuck. I gotta go, see you in a second.” Paige says with a smirk and a wink while she starts walking off.

what. the. fuck

What just happened.

And

Why am I slightly, turned on?

My brain is fried.

No thoughts,

“Um. What.” Caroline says causing me to turn around.

I don’t even know how to explain her expression, it’s a mix between complete confusion and… more confusion.

“I don’t know. Did that just happen?”

“Mhm.” Caroline answers back, still stuck in place

“and you just heard all that, she just said all those words. out loud.”

“Mhm.” Caroline replies again.

“I need to get drunk.”

“Mhm.” Caroline says, finally moving out of her spot and heading towards the door.

I just follow her out without saying anything, because I’m at a loss of words.

10:18 Pm

Me and Caroline walk into he bar, We quickly spot the table of our teammates in the packed bar.

“Heyyyy y’all!” KK says to me and Caro, already on her 2nd drink, or 8th, it’s hard to tell.

I slide in next to Paige, feeling slightly tense from our conversation,

But clearly I’m the only one feeling this way, because Paige has no issue striking up a conversation.

“Hey you.” She says nudging my shoulder,

“Hey, you wanna go get a drink?” I ask, desperately needing the converatstion to not be awkward.

“Uh yeah sure, you sure you can handle it?” Paige asks teasingly,

“I can handle a lot more than you’d expect.”

Why did I say that,

And why did it come out so sexual sounding.

And why is Paige looking at me like that,

And why does she smell so good?

“Oh yea? You might get me excited there Az.” Paige says, a little taken back by my comment.

“Do you have an off switch?” I say dramatically at her comment,

“No, but you certainly found my on switch,” Paige says with a wink while getting up and walking towards the bar.

I scoff and follow her “That was lame.” I say, because it was. And a little hot.

We walk up to the bar and Paige starts ordering while im standing next to her.

Just as shes ordering, I hear someone behind me shout.

“Hey Azzi!”

I turn around at the call of my name,

Marcos is standing right next to me.

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dvmbification · 6 months ago

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PONYBOY ft. boothill

( synopsis ) it's pretty unprofessional to mess around with your work partner on the job—but a single ride, just for fun, wouldn't hurt.. ..right? (｡•̀ᴗ-)

( tags ) boothill x fem!reader, ñšfw, co-workers, alcohol, oral šéx ( m receiving ) cowgirl position, tit play, spanking, clothed šéx, photography of said šéx, under the influence

( wc ) 2.2k

( toni's note ) so uhh. yeah. dumbification is GONE kinda gone. welcome back?? i'll be reposting my recent works over here.. feel free to send any questions in my inbox or dms... boo fucking hoo to me!!! .·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·.

“you can’t just boss me around!” he cackles. “then can you do me one last favor, pumpkin?”

“fine.”

you step outside to leave the cockpit, in search of something boothill had assigned you to look for. it was said to be inside a red crate, so it must have been inside the storage room, right? you eventually find the said crate after about ten minutes running around looking for it. the phrase ‘special supplies’ is plastered all around it. After taking a look at what’s inside, you find nothing but a flimsy looking camera. well, you thought it was flimsy. you boot it up, introduced to a high quality opening animation on the screen. not knowing how to navigate the camera, you press and play around the countless buttons on it, and one of them initiates a flash. a small film prints out the image you just took. this must be what boothill was looking for, so you take it back to him.

“perfect, we’ll be using this for the.. documentation of our mission.” he smiles as he gently handles the camera, careful not to break it. “we’re not gonna.. fight anyone?” boothill shakes his head. “come on. I was prepared.” “better luck next time! hah!” he cackles. “well, look at that,” you look through the window. “we’re here.” brushing the dust off of your pants as the gates of the ship open, a ramp slowly settles into the ground. “alright, where to?” “nowhere but forward.”

so you may have gotten lost in the middle of nowhere. it felt like days on end, days of you and boothill searching for the town you were supposed to look after. the eternal scorching heat of the sun pricked at your skin, covered in a thin coat of sweat. you looked like you’ve seen the end of it all, while boothill barely broke a single sweat, he looked untouched–unscathed. “don’t you have some GPS device installed inside of you?” your brows furrow and eyes squint. “I’m a cyborg, not some multifunctional home device.” you groaned, but momentarily let out a small gasp. “i can see it.” your hand grasped at what seemed to be nothing as you collapsed to the ground in victory. “see what, the light?” you wheeze a simple no, he turns to see whatever your hand could possibly be pointing to. “holy shirt. we’re actually here.” a cluster of buildings could be seen in the distance. “finally!” you almost sobbed.

“that feels amazing..” your parched throat cleared up after a few desperate gulps of water. “just what i needed.” boothill heaved, placing a now empty whiskey glass back on the bar’s counter. “boothill,” he looked in your direction. “we should be settled in a hotel by now.” you yawned. “come on! let’s have a little fun. you drink, don’t you?” he said, handing over a glass of whiskey. you hesitatingly took his offer, taking the shot. you eventually loosen up and get into it,

It was hours and hours of talking, full of random conversations, and small talk. you would mention whatever crazy thing you thought of, paying no mind to what your sober self would say about these decisions. It was until you acted out one of these crazy thoughts of yours. “and then i–hey, sugar, what are you doin’?” his eyes were open wide in genuine curiosity and shock, at what you were doing right now, and what he knew you were about to do. you leaned forward to feel around his chest, one hand tugging at the zipper of his jacket, and the other leading up to take his hat. you slowly take the hat and place it on your head–all while keeping your eyes on the cowboy. “sugar, i don’t think you know what you’re doin’. you know what this means, right?” he looked eager himself to grant what you wanted–but now and here was definitely not the time and place to do it. “oh, trust me,” you bring your face closer to his. “i know. please.” boothill’s eyes soften, bringing himself to whisper in your ear. “not here. come with me.” your eyes widen as he sweeps you off of your seat with a single arm, carrying you bridal style. “here’s the money, sir. keep the change, thank you kindly.”

he grabbed your things with his free hand, and took you to a small, local inn in the town. you grew impatient at boothill, who did his best to be as quick as possible–practically throwing money at people instead of paying them properly, like the bartender or hotel concierge, without a care in the world. he had one thing in mind, and it was to get the two of you some privacy–for what was to come. the door behind boothill–who was still carrying you–had closed shut. “boothill–” you yelped as he dropped you on the bed. “eager, aren’t we?” your words slur. he turns to you with a dark look in his eyes. “you made the move, don’t you want this more than i do?” well, he was right. the two of you have been waiting for this for a while, but it was mostly you who subtly pushed the idea onto him. he always played around it, but now was truly the moment for him to take action on it.

his eyes flicker down to your lips, giving you a hint of what he’d do next. he hesitates for a moment, but soon gets into the sensation of kissing you. It was slow and sensual, tongue massaging the other as lips crash into one another. you break away to catch your breath.

despite being so eager and hungry like some dog moments ago, he surprisingly took things slowly. he kneeled down and folded his body to meet yours. feeling around your clothed body, his hands patiently explored the planes of your abdomen. little shivers would send down your spine when his fingers would brush against the more ticklish parts of you–particularly near your already wet heat. he’d bring his hand to play with one of your tits, as he kissed around where he pleased, palms kneading the flesh and fingers toying with your hardened nipples. they were sensitive, and you knew that. but you didnt know they could get this sensitive–especially when they’re not even bare. “i need more..” you bite your lip, rubbing your thighs together to compensate for the lack of friction between them.

while he mindlessly grinds the mattress beside you, he slips his hand underneath your blouse, to have his cold metal thumb to play with your stiffening bud. boothill’s eyes blow wise after a moan slips out of you. wanting to hear more, he climbs on top of you to rut into you instead.“may i?” you nod, and he slips his other hand to play with your other, neglected breast. as you pant and mewl, he nudges you to the edge, grinding his hips into yours fervently, brushing his fingers against your nipples with a steadily quick pace, and lips travelling down from your mouth to suckle at the crook of your neck.

you whine as he sucks harder and harder, leaving small, dark bruises. “h-hey.. stop. it hurts.” and he does. he pulls away and licks his lips, thumb brushing them right after. “sorry, sugarplum.” his words start to slur as well, his southern drawl thickening. “wait, did you really–”

“i did. because i care, hon.” your heart pounds and melts into mush at his small but meaningful words. but well, now you didn’t want to stop. you pull him up by the collar of his jacket to turn him around and push him back down. “may i?” he pleads a yes, and you then hurriedly unbuckle his belt to slip it out, and pull his tight leather pants down to reveal the very evident tent in his boxers. It was soaked in his arousal, which you knew was synthetic–but it still amazed you, knowing how detailed his anatomy was constructed to be. you slip his boxers away to see his erection spring up. you felt a wave of fear crash through you. how is this thing gonna fit? you shake away those useless thoughts and test the waters.

you experiment things you’ve thought about on him, starting by lightly stroking his dick. he brought his palm to cover his mouth, and squeezed his eyes shut–to prepare himself for whatever you had in store for him. “what, do you not like it?” you ask with genuineness. “n-no. i love it..” his face flares up in arousal, a deep blue appearing on his cheeks. his sensitivity settings must be high. your tongue flicks at his tip, then swirling your tongue around it. you attempt to take him in his entirety in your mouth, just to further lubricate him. but to be honest, it was pretty difficult to take more than half of his cock inside.

his dick reached the back of your throat by now. your head sloppily bobbed up and down, wrapping everything around him until you reached the base. he groaned and covered his mouth again, to suppress his whimpers and moans. “oh fork me.” you pull away with a pop, and start to unbuckle your own pants.

“whatever you say.” hearts practically carved into your eyes, your face showing a newfound kind of love for him. your trousers are pulled down, with your panties pulled to the side. you drag his cold and hard tip along your folds, teasing boothill. “do you like it like this?” you ask, continuing to rub your pussy along his tip. “as long as it’s you.” he would always sweet talk you just for the sake of sweet talk, but now it feels full of love and genuine care, it was like sugar. “stay still, sugarplum.” he fixes his hat on your head as it threatened to fall off.

“now, i think you should stay still.” you drop your hips without warning and snuggly wrap his dick with your warm walls. you groan in unison holding onto each other for dear life. his hands reach to grab your ass, smacking it firmly seconds later. you squeak. “ride like there’s no tomorrow, baby.” boothill glares with lust and love in his eyes, staring you down. you slowly move around his cock, grinding against his hips to get into motion. slowly but surely, you began to bounce on it, a wet smacking sound filling the room. with each thrust after trust of yours, he bucks up his hips to hit that spongy spot inside you. your arousal squirts everywhere as you squeal and scream his name endlessly. “that’s it, babygirl. keep going.” he spanks your ass again, having you squeak and throw your head back.

he pulls the camera from earlier out to take a shot. “smile!” the camera’s flash lights up the dimly lit room for a second, and reflects on your skin–which was coated in a thin sheen of sweat. boothill took a few more pictures, of your fucked out expressions, or crazy angles of you bouncing on his cock.

“i’m–i’m gonna come.” tears roll down your face, which are soon wiped away by boothill’s thumb. he hums lowly, telling you to go ahead. you yell out his name as you cream all over his dick, cum slowly dribbling out. his own climax follows after yours, and babbles your name drunkly. as you both come down from your highs, he comforts you as you sob and cry through it, waves and bolts of pleasure crashing and striking through you. all this tension between you two had finally been broken, and this might have been your best orgasm yet.

you languidly grind your hips against his, riding out your high. “ready for round two?” his hand rakes through your hair. your eyes light up. “hell yeah..” you were ready for another go, but your body said otherwise. you plop down on top of him in defeat. he lets out a soft laugh. “It’s alright, sugar. don’t sweat it.”

you raise your hips up for his still hard cock to pop out. boothill turns you around to pepper you–and especially your neck, in small pecks and kisses. you pull the hat on your head to cover your flushed face, but he pushes it back up to see you again. “I might just give this to you, you look good with it on.”

“you know,” he says in between kisses. “i’ve been waiting to do this with you for a while.” “really?” you coo. he hums in response, continuing to adorn your neck in loving marks. “i’ve just been.. waiting for you. I want to respect you and your decisions as much as i can.” “are you serious?” he paused to look at you, waiting for what else you had to say. “I’ve been hinting this at you for months..” nonetheless, your heart practically melted at those sweet words of his. he chuckles softly. “well, we both get want we want now.” “yeah.” you gently cup his cheeks as your forehead touches his. you both giggle.

“by the way, can i see the photos?” you’re curious about the shots he took.

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faebled-stories · 7 months ago

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Kinkvember Is Over, and I’m a Mess (In the Best Way)

I don’t even know how to start this because I’m literally crying as I write 😭. Finishing Kinkvember feels so bittersweet because this was just supposed to be a fun writing challenge. But it became so much more.

When I started this month, I had 500 followers. That alone felt wild to me, like, how are there 500 people who care enough to follow this little corner of the internet? And now? I’m sitting here with 1,700+ followers and counting, and I honestly can’t wrap my head around it 🤯. The amount of love, support, and connection I’ve felt this past month has been overwhelming in the most beautiful way.

Every fic I posted got so much love—comments, reblogs, DMs, and just… everything. It’s insane. INSANE. You all made me feel seen, appreciated, and so motivated to keep pushing even when I was tired or doubting myself. Every time I logged on and saw your reactions, it felt like a warm hug 🤗, and I’ll never be able to thank you enough for that.

To my OGs who’ve been here since the beginning, thank you for sticking with me through this entire chaotic journey. You’ve been my rock 💪, hyping me up when I wasn’t sure if I could keep going. And to all of you who joined somewhere along the way, thank you for giving me a chance. You have no idea how much it means to me that you’d choose to spend even a small part of your day reading something I wrote.

This month wasn’t easy—balancing life, school, writing, and everything else was definitely a challenge—but every late night, every moment of doubt, every second I spent staring at my screen thinking, “Can I even pull this off?” was worth it. Because I got to share it with all of you.

And now that Kinkvember is officially over, I want to let you know that I have all your Q&A questions saved. I’ll be answering them in a couple of days, I promise! If anyone has any last-minute questions or things you want to say, my inbox is still wide open, so don’t be shy 💌.

This past month has been such an emotional, life-changing experience, and I’m so grateful for each and every one of you. Thank you for sticking with me, for cheering me on, for letting me be a part of your day, and for making this space feel like home 🏡.

I’m a mess, but I’m also so, so happy. Thank you for everything. You’ve made this girl’s heart so full .

That being said, I’ve decided to take a break now that Kinkvember is over. I honestly don’t know how long I’ll be gone—probably until the start of next year. I really need some time to recharge and step away for a bit after this whirlwind month, but I’ll definitely be back.

Love you all so so so much, Fae 💖💖💖💖💖

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pucksandpower · 1 month ago

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I don’t say this enough, but if anyone wants to talk about life, makeup, fashion, health, medicine, or literally anything at all, my inbox and DMs are always wide open ❤️

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yearning-soft-domme · 2 months ago

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Welcome to my sapphic horny yearning blog

(nsfw account)

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You can call me Yamy, Ma'am, Miss— or Domina if you get lucky enough (you'd have to ask ;)

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->23

-> Masc? Fem? More like something in the in-between

-> I don't identify as a butch nor a femme but in this blog we appreciate both identities and everything in between

-> stone top/ touch me-not most of the time. So keep yearning anons about touching me sexually to yourself, will you?<3

-> 🇪🇸 spanish, if my posts ever have grammar mistakes pls lmk

-> Single. Here to yearn and get my hands dirty

-> If it kinda looks like i'm flirting, i definitely am x

-> Non-monogamous. Exclusiveness isn't something i crave.

-> with a soft spot for subs<3 you're all very loved and admired by me

-> fellow doms let's be friends!

-> subs too obv but yall know what i mean

Cis het men, het women, ageless acc's and minors DNI

My Anons <3

☀️,🍍, ⭐, 🐛,🪼, ❤️‍🔥, 🖤, 🦋, 🩷, 🌹, 🐈‍⬛, 🎞️,🕸️,🔪

#yearningsoftdommeasks

Please leave age and pronouns when you wanna claim an emoji. Also please no more than 3 asks in a row before i've replied to one of them

Games

25 flowers questions ask 💐

vaguely nsfw questions

NSFW questions ask game

I'll answer them when i'm bored and in the mood for that kinda conversation. Through inbox

(more below)

Soft domme

Very curious to figure things out about it.

I've noticed i like to dominate in a nurturing, sweet way, alternating between words of affirmation and gentle praises with vaguely teasing challenges and feux sympathy.

What fascinates me about d/s so much is the thought of a woman trusting me completely with her body and mind, and the mutual respect and desire that has to be settled for this dynamic. The Balance. And the structure.

Kinks

Oh you wanna know? Inbox and dm's are wide open sweetie don't be shy. Nah, but really, here are some:

light choking, hair pulling, strap use, soft corruption, sensory deprivation (blindfold, ball collar), sensory play (with feathers, ice play, wax play), praise, begging, soft dumbification, soft somno, feux sympathy, overstimulation, edging, voyeurism, exhibitionism, spitting, oral fixation.

This is not a kink at least not for me, but, anal.

Soft no's

Impact play, heavy degradation, heavy humilliation, knives play. Will be adding more.

Hard no's

Transphobia, biphobia, race play, racism, pedophilia, incest. Do NOT interact with this blog if you fw any of the above.

Age play, incest play, needles. Will be adding more.

-> Yes, i 'm open to flirting, casual d/s dynamics online and potentially sexting but users who start convo with a nude will get blocked

Writing

Random yearning posts

Appreciation posts

#sapphic yearning #lesbian #wlw ns/fw #wlw yearning #d/s dom #d/s sub #sapphic #yearningsoftdommeasks

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itsdrewharrisontoo · 2 months ago

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The Vault - Week 16 - Push the Limit!

Hey bunnies! 💜🐰👋🏻 A big thank you to our Vault member Zen221 for this week’s wild and wonderful request! This one’s based on the iconic fic Keep That Crown by shhhsecretsideblog which I think is INCREDIBLY creative.

Our wonderful Vault member Zen221 just have a lot of crazier challenges in mind lol. Pregnant contestants, televised labor, public births… it gets messy, loud, and very, very fun. 😏

I had such a good time putting this one together—so many big bellies, soaked shorts, and ridiculous crowd moments. I hope it’s as unhinged to read as it was to write!

💌 Vault members, if you’ve got a scene, kink, or challenge you’d love to see turned into a full story, my inbox is always open. You can always send me a DM on Ko-Fi. Can’t wait to hear what you’re dreaming up next. 😍

Not a member yet? Come join The Preggo Fantasy Vault for only $5 per month!

Word Count: 6,345

Summary: Five women in full labor compete through extreme physical challenges on live TV while holding off birth. The last one to deliver wins $500,000!

Author’s Notes/Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. Contains explicit content involving pregnancy, labor, orgasmic birth, clitoral stimulation, fetal ejection reflex, fluid expulsion, public delivery, and sexual interaction during childbirth. All participants are adults; all content is consensual.

The pool lights dimmed as the contestants were ushered into the curtained changing enclosure. A narrow platform ran behind the curtain wall, just enough space for the four women to wring out their suits and wrestle into dry clothes for the next challenge.

Knite was already halfway out of hers, tugging at the wet strap clinging to her shoulder. “Someone help me with this zipper, it’s stuck—!”

Rainych leaned into the corner, hunched over as she kicked free her cycling shorts. “I can’t even lift my foot without something pushing down—”

Mikki stood with her hands braced against the curtain rod, her suit rolled to her waist. She paused with her head hanging, belly tightening again.

Karina was behind them, legs wide, peeled halfway out of her swimsuit. She bent at the waist to shimmy the lower half down.

“Fuck—fuck—nnnghh—it’s slipping again—I can’t bend—” she hissed.

Then her eyes widened.

She straightened up too fast. Her legs snapped shut.

“OH—!”

Rainych turned. “Karina?”

The sound came before anyone saw it. A deep, wet squelch, then a sharp cry.

Karina arched on her toes, hands flying to her crotch, eyes wide in horror. “No—no no no—!”

But it was too late.

The soaked suit slid off her thighs. Her hands parted.

And the baby’s head shot straight out.

The crown bulged fully between her thighs, glistening and enormous, the rest of the body still inside.

A spray of fluid followed—her water breaking all at once, loud and wet, hitting the stage floor.

She screamed, hands catching her knees as the contraction forced her open.

“Oh my god—it’s out—it’s out—it’s—AAAHHHH!”

The baby’s head was fully born. The crowd couldn’t see it yet, but the overhead boom camera had pivoted, and the feed blared onto the jumbo screen overhead.

Then came the instant replay.

On screen, in slow motion: Karina straightening. Her thighs trembling. A spray of amniotic fluid bursting from her shorts as the baby’s slick, round head bulged free. Her suit dropping. Her mouth opening wide as she screamed.

The crowd lost it.

Screaming. Laughing. Cheering.

The host’s voice jumped in over the playback.

“And there it is, folks! The Drop! Slow it down again—yes, right there—watch the angle, right from standing! That is a full-stage crown into free-fall, jhhust pure gravity!”

Karina was still hunched, legs wide, both hands gripping her knees.

Her chest heaved. “It’s still coming—nghh—ohhh god I can feel it moving—”

Then she pushed.

A deep, guttural moan poured from her throat.

“HHHHHNNNGGHHH—aaaah—ooohhh fuck it’s coming out—!”

The rest of the baby surged forward, stretching her wide again. A loud, soaking squelch echoed as the body slithered free, followed by a hot gush of fluid. The noise splattered against the towels beneath her bare feet.

“NNNNNNNGHHH—aaaahhh—fuck—it’s sliding—it’s SLIDING—!”

Karina cried out again as her hips jerked involuntarily. The crowd gasped as the baby’s wet, glistening body slipped fully into view between her trembling legs, sagging from her in a trail of amniotic shine.

She collapsed onto her knees, still groaning, arms shaking from the release.

The camera zoomed in.

Fluid poured down the insides of her thighs, glimmering under the lights.

The baby gave a wet twitch on the floor between her legs.

“Ahh—ahhhh—hooohhh god—it’s out—it’s OUT—”

Her voice cracked on the final word.

The audience stood.

The host’s voice returned. “And there it is… another baby is born! A standing, no-hand delivery—rewind that squelch—right there—yes! Listen to that exit!”

The screen replayed the last push at 25% speed.

Karina’s knees shaking. Her lips pulled wide. The baby bulging. Then the unmistakable wet shlrrrrk—SPLAT as the body ejected.

Back on stage, the medics were lifting the newborn, and Karina lay on her side, hands between her legs, still moaning softly.

Three women remained.All were a trembling and barefoot mess, and all what was done next was hand them towels and dry shirts and gym shorts for the next challenge.

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Hope you enjoyed this excerpt!

If you love what you read and want even more, consider joining The Preggo Fantasy Vault! For just $5 a month, you get a brand-new, original birth story every Saturday, plus exclusive bonus stories every now and then, meaning you’re getting way more than four exclusive stories a month—stories you won’t find anywhere else.

So, if you’ve been on the fence, now is the perfect time to join! Let’s make this space even bigger, better, and filled to the brim with the fantasies we love.

Thank you all again—here’s to more stories, more milestones, and maybe… more babies? 😉

Much love, Drew

#birth kink #fpreg #labor and delivery #giving birth #labor kink #pregnancy #pregnant #hard birthing #birthfetish #birth #childbirth

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ynbabe · 2 years ago

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Fake texts au- pt.11 bffs with the rookies+ Melbourne in the summer

guys y/n's alr been doing so much idk how many more scandals I can come up with 😭 pls lemme know what situations yall would like to see these 4 in hehe 🫣 comment it or dm me my inbox is always open to yall 🥰

| Masterlist |

It had been a long few weeks before you could see your best friends once again, not having been able to attend any of the races for the rest till the summer break, but now? You were finally free and ready to cause problems for your favourite people.

You laughed to yourself as you landed at Melbourne Airport, having been to the Piastri household many times, so much so that his mother had begun putting a stocking out for you at Christmas, knowing that you'd probably be celebrating with the Aussies, much like Logan would be. He too had his own stocking.

You'd called his Mother beforehand, asking if it was okay to come over and she'd told you, she'd be keeping your favourite Shepard's pie ready. She'd also told you that Logan was staying over as well, having arrived with Oscar.

You remember all the times the three of you had spent in Oscar's room as teenagers, talking about everything and nothing at all them complaining and marvelling about racing, you listening and giving advice wherever you could. You went to them with all your problems and they to you.

You trusted each other with your deepest, darkest, secrets. You, Logan and Oscar, and then you met Arthur, and he had been an unlikely addition to your peculiar little group, but the three of you had soon come to realise just how similar the boy was, and decided it was only fair to adopt him into your weirdness.

"Two hours!" you whisper-yelled at yourself, looking at how much time you'd have to spend in the uber to get to the house, maybe more with traffic. So you did what you did best, just to pass the time.

You got out of the app, not knowing how much chaos could come from one simple tweet. Turning on some mind-numbing show on Netflix, you settled in till you could be with your best friends again.

The two hours went by faster than she realised as the Uber pulled up to the house, she told the driver to pull over, earning her a weird look. She paid him his fare and took her luggage right behind the house. Thankfully the old trellis was still there, a little rotten and overgrown with vines but still there.

She climbed up with practised ease, settling just outside her friend's window, where Oscar and Logan had been sharing the Aussies' room, just like when they were young.

She sat just outside the view of the two boys Logan who was sprawled on the bed scrolling through Instagram and Oscar on the fluffy mat right below, snacking on nachos, passing some to the American as they spoke.

She couldn't help but giggle, stopping as she almost slipped off the roof.

She pulled out her phone, trying not to fall to her death or alert the residents of the house.

She moved to see the boys' reaction, only to see him smiling, kicking his feet up.

"Oh my god, this is fucking adorable," she whispered to herself, clicking a picture, how they still hadn't noticed her was a mystery, weren't F1 drivers supposed to super attentive?

She went back to texting the unsuspecting boy.

"Huh?" you heard the boy whisper to himself, perfect, both were distracted, now was your chance.

You jumped through the open window, making the two jump and scream. It was high-pitched and loud, making the brunette's parents run up to their room.

"IS IT THE SPIDER AGAIN?" His mother yelled, "OH HELL, DID A SNAKE GET IN?" His father questioned, as they pushed open the door, eyes wide looking around their son's room, only to find the laughing girl and their boys standing on the far end of the bed, hiding behind one other.

"How do you always fall for that?" The girl asked laughing at the prank she had been playing on her friends since she started coming home with them from their races at 16.

"Oh, sweetie, how was your flight?" His mother said, pulling you in for a hug, she ruffled your hair a little as she held you at arm's length to look at you, "It's been far too long since you visited!" She smiled and said.

His father patted her shoulder as well, "Oscar, go get her bags." he said while walking out of the room, making the boy still in shock complain, "But dad,", "Now, Oscar!" Was the only reply that came, making the girl stick out her tongue at her friend.

"How are you my parent's favourite!?" He screamed walking out the door.

"Actually, it Y/n, me and theeeeen you," Logan spread gasoline on the fire, "SHUT UP LOGAN," the boy threw a few nacho chips at the blond.

The girl let herself fall on the bed, taking Logan's phone off the charger, the boy followed suit, resting his head on her stomach, the girl lowering her phone so he could see what she was seeing as well.

She opened Twitter to find her simple tweet had practically gone viral.

"Doesn't that bother you?" he asked making the girl raise her brow, "All these people who don't even know you and they hate you,"

She hummed as she wrapped a coil of blond hair around her finger, letting it loose and moving onto another, "I mean not really?" she started, "Sure it hurts when they call me just for hanging out with yall but it doesn't matter much cause at the end of the day I'm hanging out with yall," she explained, "It'd matter if y'all said something cause you know, you know me, but these don't mean shit, bruv," she said further, showing him the screen, where someone had suggested a club.

"Sounds good," he replied, beginning to doze off.

The flight had taken a lot out of the young girl, the jet lag finally catching up, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU HAVE IN THESE BAGS-", Oscar yelled as he walked into the room but quickly shut up as he saw his friends fast asleep. He pulled out his phone and quickly took a photo of the two for blackmail reasons and pulled a blanket over them.

Why he had to sleep on an air mattress, on the floor, in his own house, was a mystery to him but all of them had grown used to unpredictable chaos when they were together.

what i wouldn't do to have her life 😮‍💨 also next Y/n and Arthur get home aloned and his brothers go through the 5 stages of grief thinking they'd gotten their 20-year-old brother and his friend kidnapped.

Taglist: @dark-night-sky-99 @cashtons-wife @i-wish-this-was-me @thehufflepuffavenger1 @eugene-emt-roe @fangirl-dot-com @landosgirlxoxo @aquangxl @sachaa-ff

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here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can · 1 year ago

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Intr0duct!on

please do not send me asks for donations, here’s why. bad day? poetry blog: @ode-to-the-muses best rp ever: @halloween-jack-fr

song stuck on repeat:

• Hello, you can call me Luca, Penelope (any nicknames welcome) or Skye (but feel free to call me nicknames based on my url, let me be one of those people)

• my wonderful partner: @narcissus10191

• I’m genderfluid, so my pronouns change a lot (card). Please check here what they currently are before referring to me.

• pronouns: no idea, genuinely, go crazy, last updated June 15th

• also important: I am offline every day from midnight till 7 am, CET. Everything posted in that time frame is queued/scheduled.

• my gender is whatever coked up Bowie had going on.

• I’m bi-lesbian and somewhere on the ace spectrum, but too lazy to find a label

• and a minor

• I am a hellenic polytheist, but I don’t post about it much (you can ask me about it though)

• I’m also punk and may post shit I make for my jacket

• I speak German and English (fluently), know the basics in Italian, Spanish and French, and can insult you in Korean.

• My fandoms are: PJO, The Marauders/Harry Potter (fuck jkr), The Hunger Games, Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, Ghostbusters, Sherlock Holmes (BBC, the books, Sherlock & Co.), Dead Boy Detectives, Derry Girls, Stranger Things, Conclave (book and movie)

• Twitter and the Gulf of Mexico are the only things we deadname in this house

• me living in Germany is cause for multiple mental breakdowns a week over fucking Deutsche Bahn, don’t be put off.

• I am kind of fucked in the head, don’t expect me to be normal. Ever. • As in I have depression and am probably autistic, but testing isn’t available to me so self diagnosing will have to do, (maybe also bpd? fuck therapy tho)

• on that note: major swear warning, not even my intro is clean

• other TWs include: suicidal thoughts, depression, smoking, SH and ED

• here’s my Pinterest if you’re interested

• my blog is a safe space for you unless you find yourself in my DNI.

• DNI: transphobes, homophobes, racists, sexists, zionists, MDNI blogs, if you wanna convert me or smth, etc.

• If you don’t like my stuff, the door is right there, don’t be rude about it.

• please don’t hesitate to send me your thoughts and questions about literally anything. Inbox and DMs are always wide open. • I’m sorry if you followed me for something specific and now have a bunch of shit I reblog on your dash

• and also please send music recs, I love discovering new music.

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#skye’s silly thoughts ➾ shower thoughts, lyrics I relate to, and shitposting #der die deine mom ➾ yeah sometimes I speak German (lyrics, vents, politics) #tincan.png ➾ I post selfies or photography sometimes #tin can vents ➾ vents I suppose, I don’t always put TWs so beware

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#my poor poetry attempts ➾ my poetry/writing

#cal <3 ➾ my beloved, he is half my soul, as the poets say

#my silly bug boys ➾ about The Beatles, my commentary on Get Back, etc. #love letters ➾ submissions

#luca’s fanfic ➾ my fan fiction

#penny sings sometimes ➾ my guitar covers and maybe original songs in the future

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bbrissonn · 5 months ago

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𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑

✩°｡⋆˚⁺ you're really cute

✩°｡⋆˚⁺ real life

✩°｡⋆˚⁺ gabe perreault x camila yanez

✩°｡⋆˚⁺ au masterlist

✩°｡⋆˚⁺ my babies finally interact !!

‎‧₊˚✧[ SEPTEMBER 29, 2023 ]✧˚₊‧

➻❥ tallahasse, fl

"okay, cami, i think you've had enough." your teammate laughed as she reached for the drink you had just taken from a cooler. your team had played a game earlier in the night, easily winning 2-0 against miami university, meaning they were still unbeaten this season. the girls had decided to have a little get together to celebrate the win and the end of the week. it was something small, just the team, a couple of girlfriends and partners, no more than 40 people.

since the beginning of september, you guys had played a game almost every 5 days, but you now had almost a week until your next game, meaning this was the first opportunity to let lose this semester.

"give it back, silly." you giggled as you tried to grab the drink back, resulting in a couple of teammates laughing at the situation.

"come on, lets go home." you roommate said as she grabbed your hand. you attention quickly shifted over to her, a wide smile on your face as you followed her. you all bid your goodbyes before making your way to your dorm, the campus quiet as the two of you walked hand in hand.

"you were like amazing tonight." you gushed, smiling at the defender who had saved your team's butt more times than you can remember.

"so were you, cami." the girl smiled over at you, her eyes looking at you with admiration. you had scored the two goals for your team, which now brought your total to 7 this season.

"i missed you so much this summer!" you exclaimed, swinging your hands together, making your roommate chuckle. this was your second year rooming together, meaning the two of you were insanely close.

"i miss you, too, stargirl." she laughed, making your smile grow even bigger.

"this summer was actually crazy." you sighed, thinking about how surreal it all felt.

"so i've heard." she smirked as the two of you approached your dorm building, making you look over at her with a confused look on your face.

"what do you mean?"

"you know damn well what i'm talking about, girl. that little hockey guy all up in your likes, and all his friends in your comments!" she exclaimed, making your face turn a deep shade of pink.

"it's nothing."

"right, that's why your red like a tomato right now." she joked as the two arrived at your dorm, making your way inside your room.

"shut up."

"look, its quite obvious that you think he's cute too, i mean all your friends were up in his comments, so you guys like have to get married now." she joked as the two of you changed into your night clothe. "and you both know sober you is too shy to make the first move, so i say you should dm him, or at least started by following him."

"now?"

"yes, now. i know i'm supposed to stop you from doing stupid shit right now, but you guys would be cute together. so i say go for it." she explained before getting in bed. you stood at the edge of your bed, her words replaying in your head.

she was right. the boy was clearly into you, so truly what's the worse that could happen. and you would be lying if you said a part of you hasn't been hoping you would see a message from him appear in your inbox.

you softly got into bed, the two of you wishing each other good night before your roommate fell asleep. meanwhile, you laid in bed, your eyes wide open as you stared at the celling.

fuck it.

―┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆―

➻❥ chestnut hill, mass

gabe was currently sitting on one of the couches in one of the senior's house, a cup in hand as he watched some of guys mess around with each other. will and ryan were sitting next to him, the blond boy between the two. it was the last weekend before the season started, meaning the upperclassmen claimed they had to make the most out of it.

but gabe still wasn't used to partying every weekend, his body still tired from all the practices this week, and honestly he did not want to be here right now. he wanted to be in bed, watching his show until he feel asleep. but here he was, the early hours of saturday rolling around, sitting in the chaos of drunk college students.

his phone buzz in his pocket, making his brows fur slightly. the only people who would text him this late are in the same house as him. his family was certainly asleep, and his friends from home never texted this late.

his confused look soon turned into one of shock as his eyes read over the two new notifications on his home screen. there was no way this was happening right now.

"holy shit." the boy gasped, making his two best friend look over at him.

"what's up?"

"holy shit." the boy repeated, his body not moving an inch.

"gabo, what's going on?" ryan asked, reaching over will to wave his hand in front of gabe's face. the boy didn't answer them, instead clicking on the first notification, his phone opening and his instagram popping up on his screen.

➻❥ camila_yanez started following you

"oh, shit." will gasped with a smile as his eyes looked over at his friend's phone. in a moment of panic, gabe closed his phone quickly, throwing it into the blond's lap. ryan was quick to snatch it, opening the home screen to put in the boys password, but the remaining notification caught his eyes.

➻❥ camila_yanez wants to send you a message

"oh... my... god!" ryan laughed, handing gabe his phone back. the boy just looked over, looking clueless as ever.

"what do you want me to do with that!"

"open her message, duh." ryan said, making will look over at him. he hadn't seen anything about a message. the blond was quick to grab the phone, his eyes quickly finding the notification, his eyes growing wide.

"dude!"

the commotion between the three freshman had quickly caught the attention of some of their teammates.

"what's going on over here?" cutter asked, as he, along with a couple of juniors and seniors, approached the three.

"the girl gabo's been crushing on followed her back!" ryan was quick to say, a smirk on his face as all the guys quickly looked over at gabe. he still hadn't moved, his eyes staring at the ground as millions of thoughts raced through his mind.

"she dmed him, too!" will added, earning gabe a couple of slaps on the back.

"atta boy, gabo!"

"is he okay?" eamon asked, poking gabe gently on the cheek until the boy finally looked up at them.

"huh?" the french boy said, snapping out of his trance. the ground around him chuckled slightly, teasing smiles on their faces.

"you okay there, bud?"

"yeah... yeah i'm okay. i should... um." the boy trailed off, looking for his phone. he snatched out of will's hands quickly before standing up. "i should go." he finished, will and ryan quick to follow him as he left the house.

"what do you want?" gabe asked as he turned around. at first he thought his best friends were just going to go somewhere else in the house, but as his feet hit the sidewalk and he still heard them giggling behind him, it was clear they were following him.

"we're coming with you." ryan said before placing his arm around gabe's shoulder, forcing the boy to keep walking. will appeared on the other side, a grin on his face.

"why?"

"dude, we've been here since day one. we gotta know what she said."

"you're not knowing shit." gabe said, making the two boys scoff slightly.

the two eventually convinced gabe to be there when he opened the message, he accepted mainly just to get them to shut up, but still. this led to them all sitting on gabe's bed in his and will's shared dorm room. it was almost 2 in the morning, and the boy was debating wether or not he should just wait until later in the day.

"dude, just do it!"

"okay, okay." gabe mumbled before finally opening your dm.

cami

hiiiii

ur like reallyyyy cute yk ☺️

"what do i say?" gabe freaked out as he showed the two boys the messages. will chuckled slightly as he read the message, while ryan almost snorted at his friend's behaviour.

"well first, you can greet her, you know." ryan said, pushing the phone back towards the perreault boy.

"right, yeah."

"and then tell her she's pretty!" will added, his smile growing as he watched gabe type on his phone, a look of concentration on his face.

heyyy

ur reallyyyy pretty yk

"why'd you just say the same thing she said?" ryan asked, almost wanting to hit his friend across the head.

"you said to tell her she's pretty!"

"yeah, but not like that, dude. now you just look desperate."

"she answered!" the boy gasped, making the two other boys light up.

"dude, you cannot fuck this up."

cami

awhh ur so adorable

thank youuu

wait why are you up so late 🤨

why are you up so late?

cami

😮😮

toucher

had a little night with friends

"okay, you can leave now i've got this." gabe mumbled, shooing his best friend away before looking back down at his phone. ryan and will has a silent conversation with their eyes as will made his way over to his own bed. ryan eventually gave up, rolling his eyes before slapping gabe on the knee, a way of telling him goodbye, the boy barely reacting. he then dapped up will before leaving the two alone.

will made himself comfortable as he opened tiktok, scrolling for a bit while his eyes kept looking over at the perreault boy every couple of videos. he hadn't seen him smile this big in a long time, the last probably being when they won the gold medal at the u-18 worlds.

special occasion?

cami

no no

just wanted to have a little fun after our game

how'd it go?

you guys had won 2-0, he knew that, he also knew you had scored both goals.

cami

not our best but we won

how's the season been?

he knew that too. you guys still had not lost a game so far, but there was no way he'd ever admit to knowing that.

cami

couldnt of had asked for a better start honestly

its been amazing

what abt urs?

gabe found himself blushing at your question, although he didn't really understand why.

we start next weekend

cami

oh 😭😭

honestly i dont know much about hockey

im guessing it's not really popular in spain?

cami

oh so yk where im from 🤭

pretty hard not to

you were everywhere on tv during summer

cami

you watched?

im gonna be totally honest i just turned it on cause there was nothing else

but then you kinda made an impression...

cami

did i now

you and your friends have made quite an impression too

im sorry about them

they can be a little... out of control sometimes

cami

😭😭

its all good

honestly im flattered

it appears im quite famous in your circle

care to share why that is?

have you looked in the mirror lately?

cami

im flattered truly ☺️

have you taken a look in the mirror lately?

depends

why're you asking

cami

you make quite the impression as well gabe

the boy felt his heart skip a bit slightly as his eyes read his name over and over. he knew he shouldn't be reacting like this, after all his name was in his user, so it was a given that you knew. but still, he couldn't help it.

yeah?

what abt rn?

still making an impression?

cami

definitely

good

cami

i gotta go, my roommates abt to throw a shoe at me because phone time is over or wtv :(

it's all good

cami

am i gonna hear from you again?

do you want to?

cami

duhhh

why do you think i message you pretty

good night cami

cami

night night gabe

#bri writes #gabe perreault #gabe perreault x oc #gabe perreault imagine #will smith hockey #ryan leonard #boston eagles hockey #boston college hockey #so american au

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giveafike · 6 months ago

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The Winter Whiteout -B.T.S

TLDR: snowed in...sort of. This is part 6/12 of Azzie's Advent Calendar 2024!

Word count + info: 4.8k + including a LOT dialogue. this is acc mainly dialogue.

Warnings + Content Ahead: SFW! No warnings : )

Azzie Notes ✚: can u believe we're halfway through the calendar? what'll I do when this is all over?? D: - all the inboxed requests, that's what haha, don't worry I'll still be here. Since I'm writing all these in advance, I wonder if you all have caught onto the little connections throughout...like the ornament on the tree yday, or the snow being on your wishlist... so exciting im giggling. ANYWHO, let's move on.

P.S.Azzie from present: special thank u + shoutout to the Bennies twt gc, what a bunch of funny and silly cuties! (even tho I've been falsely accused and threatened multiple times.) Highly, highly recc u guys to join the twt community it's so fun over there, it's like a little family! Also, if you followed me on there and I haven't followed back, just dm me! I want to be moots w all my fave ppl hehehehehehe

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The soft grey light of dawn seeped through the blinds, gently pulling at the edges of your dreams as you slept beside Ben's warm body. You stirred, the cozy cocoon of the blankets hugging you tightly against the slight chill in the room. As you burrowed further into the warmth, you felt a nudge at your shoulder, soft, almost hesitant, but insistent and annoying enough to pull you closer to waking.

“Babe...babeee...,” Ben’s voice whispered, hushed but tinged with urgency. A second nudge followed, this one paired with the light pressure of his hand against your arm, gently shaking you. “Hey, babe. You gotta wake up.”

You groaned, rolling onto your side, eyes barely cracking open. “Mmh...hm? What’s wrong?” Your voice was thick with sleep, and you buried your face into the pillow, trying to keep your eyes sheltered from the light filtering through.

Ben crouched by the bed, his curls a messy halo around his head, his expression caught somewhere between panic and awe. “...we’re snowed in,” he announced in a whisper-shout, his brown eyes wide as if he were delivering life-altering news.

Your brow furrowed. What? The snow had begun to melt by the time you had come in last night, and now it rebuilt? In Florida of all places? As you attempted to capture Ben's words, you stirred a bit more.

“Snowed in?” you mumbled, voice muffled by the pillow. The words sounded foreign, nonsensical even, especially in your still-sleepy haze. “What’re you talking about?”

“Come look!” he urged, rising to his feet and gesturing dramatically toward the window. The mattress dipped slightly as he stood, and you shivered as the absence of his warmth let the cool air creep in.

With a reluctant sigh, you lifted your heavy head up and swung your legs over the side of the bed, the chill of the floorboards making you wince and pull your feet back for a second. Finally, you pushed up, the sleep-heavy blanket slipping from your shoulders as your eyes blinked away any chances of going back to rest. The sudden loss of warmth made you groan softly, but Ben was already pacing near the window, his hand chewing at the edge of his nail.

“C’mon, babe, you gotta see this,” he pressed, his other arm wrapping tightly around his torso like he was physically holding himself together. His tone was so frantic, that you half-expected to find a blizzard raging outside.

You shuffled to the window, your body still waking up with every step. Pulling the curtain fully back, you squinted against the soft brightness of the snowy morning. The scene outside unfolded like something out of a dream, a thin but pristine blanket of white covered the lawn, cars, and the tops of the palm trees. The road glistened faintly, a mix of ice and slush, while the grass had completely disappeared beneath the powdery covering.

There was snow, for sure. But “snowed in”? That was a stretch. Half an inch, maybe. At best. You blinked, your groggy brain taking a moment to process the panic Ben woke you up in versus the reality that met you outside, the fact you were standing by the window looking at a dusting of snow and ice, bound to melt by afternoon, the fact the cold wooden floor was taunting you for getting up your golden retriever boyfriend without even second guessing.

You turned around only to find Ben staring at you with wide, anxious eyes. His hand hovered near his mouth as he gnawed at the skin, and he was bouncing faintly on the balls of his feet like he didn’t know what to do with himself. His navy cotton tee hung slightly askew, and his curls still miraculously standing in all directions and faces. The whole picture, his anxiety, his dishevelled state was so endearing that you couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips as your exhaustion melted away.

“Oh, Benny,” you murmured, soft laughter bubbling up in your chest. “Sweetheart, it’s not that bad.”

His face crumpled into a mix of indignation and disbelief. “What?!? Not that bad?” He gestured toward the window as if the sight spoke for itself, his eyes widening while his hands were extended. “This isn't normal! The roads are iced over, the grass is gone, this is serious! What if we can’t get groceries? Oh my God, and if the pipes freeze? What if-”

“Ben,” you interrupted, crossing the room to him. He stopped mid-rant as you reached up, cupping his face in your hands. “You poor Florida baby,” you cooed, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose.

His brows knitted further, the beginnings of a pout forming on his lips. “You’re making fun of me,” he accused, though his hands instinctively settled at your waist.

“Only a little,” you admitted, laughing softly as you peppered kisses across his face, his cheeks, his jawline, the furrow between his brows. “You’re too cute, getting all worked up over this.”

“I’m not cute,” he grumbled, but his voice lacked bite. His hands tightened slightly at your waist, drawing you closer. “And this isn’t funny! What if the power goes out?”

You kissed him again, this time lingering for a second longer. “We’ll survive,” you murmured against his cheek, your hands sliding down to rest on his chest. Beneath the soft cotton of his shirt, you could feel the faint thrum of his heartbeat, faster than usual. “I promise.”

He sighed, his posture softening just a bit. “You’re not taking this seriously.”

You giggled, standing on tiptoe to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Oh, I’m taking it very seriously,” you teased, your tone light. “I’m seriously finding this adorable.”

He groaned, dropping his head against your shoulder in mock defeat, planting a small kiss on it. “You’re impossible,” he mumbled, though the smile tugging at his lips betrayed him.

You laughed, brushing your fingers through his curls before stepping back. “Let me get dressed and wash my face, okay? Then we’ll figure it out, this whole snow emergency of yours.”

He lifted his head, his eyes still clouded with worry but softening slightly as he nodded and exhaled a deep breath. “Okay,” he said, though his tone carried a lingering trace of doubt.

You kissed his cheek one more time before heading to the bathroom, his voice following you as you went. “Don’t forget! If we’re trapped here, we’re gonna need a plan!”

“Got it, babe,” you replied through your laughter as you closed the door behind you, shaking your head. Trapped. Sure. Only Ben could make a snow flurry in Florida feel like the start of a survival movie.

By the time you got dressed and ready for the day, the smell of comfort wafted its way up from downstairs. The rich smell of coffee mingled with the sizzle of bacon and the soft clatter of plates as you stepped into the kitchen, ridding any fatigue from your body. Ben was hunched over the coffee machine, his shoulders tense with concentration like he was performing surgery.

“Morning, soldier. See you've been put to work,” you mumbled, your voice still thick with sleep.

Ben spun around, holding up a mug like it was a trophy. “Morning! Coffee’s almost done. Got my priorities straight today.”

You smiled, leaning against the counter next to him. “How thoughtful of you. For us or for yourself?”

He gave you an innocent look. “For everyone, thank you very much.” Then, lowering his voice, he added with a smirk, “But mostly me.”

Across the room, Emma and Alex were bickering good-naturedly as they set the table.

“Forks go on the left, Alex,” Emma said, swatting his hand.

“No, that’s knives, Em,” Alex replied, holding up the utensils like he was solving a riddle.

“You’re thinking of fancy tables, and this ain’t fancy!”

Lisa chuckled from the stove, flipping a pancake. “As long as there’s food on the table, I don’t think anyone’s gonna care, y’all.” She turned to you, her smile warm. “Can you help me with the syrup and butter? And maybe make a small fruit salad too please?”

“On it, I can take over pancake duty, if you're getting tired on there, Lisa,” you said, moving to gather the items.

Bryan wandered in, pausing in the doorway with his hands on his hips. “Smells like a diner in here,” he said, his voice laced with approval. “That’s how you know it’s gonna be a good morning.”

Emma plopped down the last of the silverware, shooting a look at Alex. “There. Done. And you didn’t even help.”

“I did help,” Alex protested, gesturing to the crooked line of plates he’d set out.

“Barely,” Emma shot back, grinning as she nudged him.

Lisa glanced over her shoulder. “Y’all done bickering yet? Food’s almost ready.”

“Almost,” Emma replied before turning to Alex with a teasing smile. “We’re heading to Alex's place later, by the way.”

Bryan’s head snapped up. “What? Absolutely not, Emma.”

Emma groaned. “Dad, come on. It’s not even far!”

“It doesn’t matter,” Bryan said firmly. “You’ve got no experience driving in snow, and if the roads get icy, you’ll be stuck there.”

Emma sighed, muttering. “Yeah, that’s kind of the point, Dad...”

Alex, trying to defuse the situation, leaned in, clear that panic was etched on his face. “Your dad’s right, though. Imagine if the power went out. We’d be stuck, freezing, with nothing but...” He trailed off dramatically. “...each other.”

Emma, predictably, melted at that. “Ugh, fine,” she muttered, her resolve crumbling as she stared at him.

Bryan threw his hands up in mock exasperation. “Of course. Listen to your boyfriend over your dad. That’s fine. Totally fine.”

Lisa shook her head as she began plating the pancakes. “Bryan, stop being dramatic and sit down. You know you weren't any different either at their age. Breakfast’s ready.”

Everyone settled around the table, the warm smell of coffee and syrup wrapping around you like a veil. Ben handed you a steaming mug, his fingers lingering on yours for a moment before he sat beside you.

As the meal got underway, Ben leaned back in his chair, cradling his coffee like it was a lifeline.

“So... what’s the plan for today? Are we just staying in?”

Lisa looked over her mug, smiling indulgently. “Ben, it’s just a little snow. We’re not actually snowed in.”

Bryan nodded. “Exactly. But I’d rather everyone stay put for a few hours. No sense in slipping on an icy road when it’s gonna melt by noon.”

Ben perked up, his eyes lighting with mischief. “So... we’re basically treating this like a snowed-in day?”

Lisa groaned, shaking her head. “If that’s what you want to call it, fine.”

Ben smiled with that playful grin. “Snowed-in day! Let’s make it fun. Blanket forts, hot cocoa, maybe we bring back the snowball fight, whaddya say Alex? Round Two-”

Before anyone could humour him, Bryan raised a hand, cutting him off. “Ah, ah, ah. You just had a snowball fight last night. If you really wanna get out in the snow today, you’re gonna be helping me clear the driveway. I got de-icing rock salt, too, don’t want none of that slush or black ice out there.”

Ben groaned dramatically, slumping back into his chair. “What? No- Dad!”

“Oh, and you’re helping me clear the neighbourhood roads, too,” Bryan added, pointing a finger. “You and Alex.”

Alex, caught mid-bite, looked up, wide-eyed. “What? But I--wait, that was all Ben!! I mean...” He caught Bryan’s look and sighed heavily. “Yes, Mr. Shelton. Of course.”

Lisa, who had been scrolling through her phone, barely looked up as she mumbled, “We still haven’t done the Secret Santa name distribution this year. When on earth are we meeting with everyone for that?”

You brightened, looking up. “Oh, we could do it online, if that's handy for you. I can send the link and set it up.”

Emma perked up at the idea. “Yeah, that’s smart, that's what me and the girls did in college. Easy, no hassle. We don’t all have to meet in person just for names.”

Lisa shot you a grateful smile. “Oh wow...perfect. Thanks, hon I wanna see how to do that. That’ll save us a whole ordeal.”

The conversation wound down as everyone finished their plates. You helped Lisa clear the table, stacking dishes into the sink while Ben dragged himself upstairs to get dressed for the cold. Alex had already shuffled off to the garage with Bryan, muttering something about Floridians and their snow aversion.

When Ben returned, bundled up in layers with a slightly too-big jacket zipped to his chin, he stopped in the kitchen doorway. His expression was mournful, exaggerated with puppy-dog eyes and a deep sigh.

“Babe,” he said dramatically, placing his hands on your shoulders. “I’m heading into action. My fingers are gonna be numb. My clothes? Soaked. Frozen. My body? Part of what it once was.” He let out a long, suffering sigh. “And worst of all? I’m gonna miss you, and warmth, and coffee, and--”

“Ben,” you interrupted, biting back laughter as you cradled his face in your hands. “You’re clearing the driveway, not trekking across the Arctic.”

“Same thing,” he replied solemnly, his breath puffing slightly as he gazed at you.

You stood on your toes, peppering his face with light kisses: one on his nose, another on his cheek, and finally, a soft one on his lips. “You’ll be fine, my brave soldier. Godspeed, Ben. And remember, when it’s all over, you’ll come to me.”

Bryan’s voice bellowed from the garage. “Ben! Quit stalling and get your ass in here!”

Ben sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “Duty calls.”

You patted his chest with a teasing smile. “You’ll survive.”

As he shuffled out the door, Lisa chuckled, shaking her head. “He’s always been a bit dramatic, hasn’t he?”

You laughed, returning to the sink to load the last of the plates into the dishwasher. “It’s part of the charm.”

Emma, perched at the table with Halo in her lap, smirked. “Charm, huh? Sure that’s the word you’re looking for?”

Lisa joined you at the counter, rinsing out a pan. “She’s got it bad,” she teased softly, smiling as she glanced at you.

You smiled back, glancing toward the garage door. “Yeah,” you admitted. “I do.”

Emma grinned, reaching for Halo’s food. “Better you than me.”

After his dramatic departure and a chuckle from Lisa, you found yourself curled up in the living room with her and Emma. The soft hum of the heater filled the space, the occasional clink of mugs against the coffee table accompanying the warm, easy atmosphere. You opened your laptop, connected it to the TV, and set up the Secret Santa website as Lisa leaned forward, watching with interest.

“Alright, let’s get this started,” you said, typing in the link. “You just call out the names, and I’ll add them in.”

Lisa tilted her head, fascinated. “Wait, so all this...online? We don’t even need to draw names out of a hat any more?”

“Nope.” You smiled as Emma scooted closer, leaning over the arm of the couch to watch. “See? Everyone gets an email with their draw. And... check this out you can even add wish lists or send anonymous messages to your Secret Santa. It’s really easy.”

“Wish lists?” Emma perked up, her eyes lighting with excitement. “Wait, hold on, show me how that works, I never done that before!”

You clicked through a couple of tabs, pulling up the gift wish feature.

“Right here. You can add whatever you want so your Secret Santa knows what to get you. No awkward surprises.”

“Genius,” Emma muttered, nudging Lisa. “This is way better than what the family used to do. No offense, Mom.”

Lisa laughed, shaking her head in amazement. “I can’t believe this is a thing. Y'all making us look like amateurs.”

You smiled at the compliment, quickly typing in the last name Lisa called out. “And done. I’ll email the link to you so you can send it to everyone.”

Lisa paused, a thoughtful look crossing her face. “Hold on a second, hon.”

She pulled her phone from the side table, fingers moving quickly over the screen. “I’ll just add you to the family group chat. Make it easier.”

The words hit you like a gentle wave, warm and unexpected. Your heart stuttered for a moment as you processed what she’d said. “Oh-! Lisa, you don’t have to do that,” you murmured, caught somewhere between surprise and gratitude.

“Oh please, nonsense, sweetheart.” Lisa glanced up with a knowing smile, her tone light but full of meaning. “You’re family now. No need to overthink it.”

Your throat tightened at the sincerity in her voice, but before you could reply, your phone buzzed. A notification popped up: Shelton Family Group Chat. You swallowed the lump in your throat, blinking against the sudden sting of emotion as you opened the chat and sent the Secret Santa link in.

Emma clapped her hands together, grinning. “Alright, let’s see who we got!”

You clicked the link on your phone, holding your breath as the page loaded. When your draw appeared, your heart gave a little leap: Emma.

It took everything in you not to give yourself away. Your gaze flickered toward her as she was already scrolling through the wish list feature, completely oblivious. Ideas started swirling in your mind immediately, and you had to fight to keep the excitement from showing on your face.

Lisa glanced at you, sipping her coffee. “Good draw?”

You managed to nod, a tight-lipped smile forming. “Yeah. Great draw.”

Emma raised a brow at you, suspicious. “You’re being weird. Who’d you get?”

“Can’t say!” You threw your hands up defensively, shaking your head. “That’s the whole point of it being secret.”

She squinted at you, mock accusing. “If you got me, you better not get me something lame.”

You laughed, trying to keep your tone casual. “You’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?”

Lisa chuckled, leaning back in her chair. “This is already more fun than the usual way. Good call, hon.”

You smiled warmly, the little flutter in your chest from pride and the lingering feelings from her earlier words: Family. You glanced at your phone again, the screen still glowing with Emma’s name as you drew. Yeah, you thought. You had some good ideas.

After some time chatting together, Lisa busied herself away to get started on lunch, an assortment of dishes and sides she had planned to keep everyone full and warm for the rest of the afternoon. You and Emma found yourselves curled up together on the couch with Below Deck, gossiping about all sorts and debriefing episodes after each one.

The door slammed open with a burst of icy air, Bryan leading the way with Alex and Ben trailing behind. The commotion immediately drew your and Emma's attention, both of your heads turning towards the door as you pressed pause on the TV. Lisa glanced up from the kitchen, where she was stirring something on the stove, and offered a welcoming smile to the trio. The contrast between the “three wise men” was impossible not to laugh at.

Bryan entered looking fresh and composed, his jacket dry, his skin just faintly pink and glowing from the chill. “Nothing better than some good ol' boy time together, huh, guys?!?” he beamed, slapping Alex on the back and clapping Ben’s shoulder.

Alex, in stark contrast, had clear signs of his snowy excursion. Damp patches dotted his jacket, and his cheeks and nose were ruddy. Still, he looked far from bothered, rather energised, a light smirk tugging at his lips as he shook off his gloves. His Canadian side clearly served him well. “It wasn’t too bad,” he said, though his gaze flicked to Ben with a hint of amusement.

And then, there was Ben.

He was the picture of misery. He shuffled in like a shell of himself. His curls were frozen stiff in awkward clumps, bits of snow clinging stubbornly to his sleeves and pants, all over him. His shoulders were hunched and his teeth chattered audibly as he tried to stave off the cold. He paused just inside the doorway, his wide, glassy eyes staring ahead with what could only be described as a thousand-yard stare. His face was pale, his lips slightly blue, and he looked downright traumatised.

You sat up, stifling a laugh at the sight of him. “Ben, are you--?”

He didn’t let you finish. Raising a trembling hand, he cut you off with a weak, “hot shower,” his voice soft and almost childlike, before he shuffled off toward the stairs like a man on a mission.

That did it. As soon as he disappeared, you and Emma turned to each other and burst out laughing. Emma leaned into the couch arm, clutching her side as tears of mirth threatened to spill. Bryan shook his head while Alex turned away to hide his laughter.

“Alright, spill,” Emma said to Alex, who was still shaking his head in amusement while hanging his coat. “What on earth happened out there?”

Alex plopped down into the armchair with a groan of effort, unzipping his thermal halfway. “Man, Ben just had the worst time out there. You should've seen it. First, Bryan’s like, ‘I’ll show you how to shovel,’ and instead of aiming for the sides, he accidentally launches the snow right onto Ben who's on the ground trying to tie his shoes with them big gloves.”

Bryan, who had made his way toward the kitchen, turned back to add, “Wasn’t on purpose. Builds character, though.” He gave Alex a knowing nod before joining Lisa.

“It gets better, though.” Alex continued. “Ben was like maybe, 3 shovels in? He somehow gets his foot stuck under the shovel. When he tries to yank it free and ends up using the shovel like a vaulting pole and almost catapults himself over it and into the snowbank. It was gold. He made the weirdest scream too, it was so tragic.”

You clapped a hand over your mouth to muffle your laugh, and Emma was practically wheezing now.

“But that’s not even the worst part,” Alex said, leaning forward conspiratorially.

“Bryan didn’t really do much out there, just stood supervising us while we salted the driveway and iced down the street a bit. But Ben… oh man.” He shook his head, grinning. “The guy slipped on the ice at least five times. By the third, he just kinda laid there like he was questioning life choices.”

“Oh no, my poor baby,” you said, your voice catching as you tried to breathe through the laughter, heart softening at your own Bambi on ice.

“And then,” Alex said, his grin widening, “you remember that kid Ben called ‘funny-looking’ last night during the snowball fight? Yeah, that kid showed up with his friends and destroyed Ben. Full ambush. It was like watching a crime scene. They made a bad situation worse, man.”

Emma was crying with laughter, doubling over so far she almost fell off the couch. “I can’t believe I missed this.”

Lisa’s voice floated in from the kitchen. “Alex, honey! Go warm up before lunch is ready.”

“Yeah, I’m going Mrs Shelton!” Alex said, standing with an exaggerated groan. He looked back at you and Emma, smirking. “Bryan might’ve been dry as a bone, but between Ben’s luck and that shovel? Today was hilarious.”

You and Emma shared another laugh as Alex disappeared down the hall to clean up. Emma wiped her eyes, shaking her head as she said, “He’s never gonna live this down.”

“Not a chance,” you agreed, still giggling.

The faint sound of water running upstairs confirmed Ben was probably still thawing out. You leaned back on the couch, pressing play on Below Deck as you and Emma tried to recover from the sheer comedy of it all.

Just as you reached for the remote to unpause Below Deck, Bryan’s voice carried through the house.

“Emma! I need help figuring out this Secret Santa thing. It’s not working.”

Emma let out a loud sigh, standing up. “Of course. Can’t let me sit down for five minutes. I'll be back.”

You waved her off with a grin. “Go save him. I’ll wait.”

As Emma disappeared toward the kitchen, you leaned back against the couch, stretching your legs out. A few moments later, you heard heavy, slow footsteps descending the stairs. Ben shuffled into view, looking like he’d barely survived a natural disaster. His curls were damp, clinging to his forehead, with a towel draped over his shoulders. He wore soft sweatpants and a sweatshirt, his hands stuffed into the pocket as if he was still fighting off the chill.

He made his way to the couch and flopped down beside you, immediately dropping his head into your lap.

“Ben,” you scolded gently, looking at the damp mess of his hair. “Your hair’s wet! You’re going to ruin the couch or my leggings!”

He tilted his head just enough to look up at you with a faint, weak smile. “I’ve been through enough. You can’t possibly be mad at me right now.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling as you ran your fingers through his curls, untangling the damp strands and twisting them around your fingers to reshape them. “I can’t believe you got wrecked that hard by a little snow.”

Ben groaned, burying his face into your lap. “Don’t even. It’s not my fault the Sunshine State doesn’t prepare you for… this.”

“Oh, I know,” you teased, scratching gently at his scalp. “You’re a delicate Florida flower who got bested by a shovel, a patch of ice, and a group of angry children.”

“They had backups, man” Ben muttered into your thigh, his voice muffled. “I didn’t stand a chance.”

You giggled, raking your nails lightly through his hair. “And yet, Bryan came in dry and happy like he was just there to supervise.”

Ben let out a long sigh, finally lifting his head to squint up at you. “I don’t need this slander from my own girlfriend.”

“It’s not slander if it’s true,” you said with a grin, leaning down to press a quick kiss to his temple.

Ben shifted slightly in your lap, reaching over to grab the letters tucked under the coffee table. His freshly showered scent hit you, clean, warm, with a hint of his citrusy shampoo, and you couldn’t help but inhale subtly as he moved. His curls, soft and conditioned, brushed against your fingers as you played with them absentmindedly.

“What are you doing now?” you teased, watching as he scanned the pages with a mix of curiosity and focus.

“Looking for evidence,” Ben murmured, flipping through the letters.

“Evidence of what?”

He didn’t answer, his brow furrowing slightly until he found what he was looking for.

“‘And maybe, just maybe, some snow… even if it’s just for a day,’” he read aloud, in a teasing girly voice, clearly trying to imitate you with the faintest grin tugging at his lips.

Your cheeks warmed, and you gave a sheepish laugh. “What, are you going to make fun of me for that too?”

But Ben didn’t tease. Instead, he sat up, turning to face you fully now, his knee tucked against yours. His grin softened into something more thoughtful as he held up his own letter.

“‘If you could help me make this Christmas together extra special, I’d owe you big time,’” he recited, then glanced at the snow falling gently outside the window. He looked at you, eyes wide with a mixture of awe and warmth. “Santa’s legit. He’s already pulling through for us.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Ben, you’re ridiculous. I can’t believe you even remembered I wrote that.”

Ben set the papers down and met your gaze, his voice lowering, softening to match the tender tone in yours. “Of course I did. You’re my girl. How could I forget something that mattered to you?”

Your heart swelled, a mix of amusement and deep affection making your throat tighten. Before you could respond, Ben leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips. His hands cupped your face gently, his fingers brushing into your hair as if he were binding himself to you. You melted into him, your lips moving in sync, slow and warm, until you finally pulled back.

Your foreheads rested together, and you smiled, voice barely above a whisper. “Well, maybe snow’s not so bad after all.”

Ben smiled too, his voice soft but laced with that playful edge you adored. “Don’t get used to it. I’m still a Florida boy at heart.”

You giggled, brushing his curls off his forehead. “You handled the ice just fine.”

“Barely,” he muttered, but his grin widened as he leaned in for one more kiss.

For the first time all day, the snow didn’t seem so bad to him. Not when he had you to come back to.

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Summary: The morning after.

(please read the warnings)

A/N: Ohmygodyouguys it's over! This is the last part of this! Thank you so so so much for all of the love. I cannot express 😭 I will be posting all of this to my AO3, which I will be leaving a link to in the 'masterlist'. Also, please read the little update I've posted, if you have any other questions. And any other other questions, feel free to dm me. Inbox is open!

The dim glow of the sun creeping over the horizon, woke him earlier than he had wished. His body was still tired, his eyes not wanting to open. But his mind was alert and ready for the day, his internal clock telling him, ‘get out of bed’. He stretched one arm above his head - the other was pinned beneath her. Hiding a twinge of discomfort behind a smile, he still tried to roll his shoulder, pins and needles itching all the way down to his fingers. She stirred and he froze. She rustled beneath the thin blankets of his bed but did not open her eyes. He let out a sigh, settling beside her. He pressed his body into hers, warm and at peace. Arms wrapping around her, he squeezed gently, a sigh of contentment leaving his chest. He was relaxed. He was calm. He nuzzled his nose into her hair, kissing at the back of her neck. His scent and hers were now intermingled. Where one stopped the other started. Cedar and eglantines, bittersweet ash.

He continued to kiss down her neck, tasting her stale morning skin, brushing her hair away from her shoulder - fully formed bruises from teeth and rough fingers stared back at him. He carefully peeled back the blankets, his eyes following long, red scratches down her back to her ribs… He suddenly felt ill, again. That wave of nausea washing over him so that he shot up, pulling his arm carelessly from beneath her.

She jerked awake, startled and alert. “What is it? What's happened?”

He said nothing, eyes clenched shut and stomach churning. He dragged himself to the end of the bed, head falling into his hands.

“Adar,” she followed behind, reaching out to rest her hand on his shoulder - he flinched at her touch, pulling away.

“You should have told me to stop.”

“What -”

“Look!” he suddenly stood and grabbed at her wrist. He held it in front of her face, forcing her focus. More unmistakable sets of teeth marks and scratches trailed up her forearm.

She looked down at her body, her skin splotched with green and purple marks, bruises littering her skin. A few scrapes along her legs, spots of red on her thighs. But she did not feel any pain. Nothing hurt and nothing ached. She shook her head, “I am alright.”

“You are not alright,” he kneeled before her, penitent and begging for forgiveness. He carefully folded her arms into her lap and wrapped the nearest blanket tightly around her shoulders. “Please forgive me. I should have been more careful.”

“There is nothing to forgive,” she rested her cheek against his, brushing his hair away from his eyes. “I promise you, I am alright.”

“There should not be a single mark on you” he scoffed, still fighting her touch.

“You did warn me,” she reminded him with a grin against his temple, lips tracing over scars, “and now, I have reminders.”

“What ever do you mean?” he pulled away, utterly perturbed, “reminders of my weak discretion? Of my lack of restraint?”

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. Her hands ran down his neck and across his chest, searching for that most recent scab on his shoulder. “When you think of this,” she started, carefully circling with the pad of her forefinger, “what crosses your mind?”

“Pain,” he raised a brow. Obviously. “Pain and discomfort.”

“What else?”

He let his head rest against hers, cheek to cheek. He closed his eyes and recalled that night, stumbling into the room. Her wide eyes the first thing he saw. He reached out for her, the only thing he needed. The only thing that he wanted in that moment was her healing hands on his skin. As painful and uncomfortable as it had been… he could still feel her fingers wiping away his blood. Tenderly mending. His skin, even now, raised with goosebumps at the thought.

“You,” he turned his nose into her neck, inhaling, “your hands on me.”

“What about here?” her fingers traced over another scar just below his chin. She lifted his gaze and he smiled,

“I was helping train a youngling. He got overzealous and nicked me…” memory of her being called to his side and more recollected memories of her hands, all over his neck. The way she held his face, her breath on his skin as she cleaned him up, “...your touch.”

The pad of her thumb drew over the small blemish, also recalling the moment. An excuse to touch him. To hold him. The way his eyes closed when she cradled his face, sighing into her embrace. Just as he did now - he leaned into her hand, reveling in the many ‘reminders’...

The soreness in his shoulder. The scar on his chin. The stitches that had yet to heal in his back. The multiple abrasions on his body had been touched and mended by her hand. Her soft and delicate hand that was searching, now, for the raised knot at the nape of his neck.

“Here?” she pulled gently at a handful of his hair.

His eyes fluttered and his words caught in his throat, “the first time…” her hot breath sent a shiver down his spine and a surge to his cock, “the first time you came to me.”

“Tell me.”

That feeling again, his eyes darkening. Discretion weakening.

He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly as he rose from the floor. Her legs immediately entwined around his waist, bracing herself as he spun them around to sit on the edge of the bed. She shifted carefully in his lap, teasing herself above him with gentle friction.

“They called for you,” hands gripped her hips, fingers fitting perfectly into the bruises they had left the night prior. “I was lying on that table, on the brink of death. And you,” digging into her thighs, cock becoming slick with her arousal - he whined into her chest, “you brought me back.”

She smiled into a deep kiss, raising his face to hers. Hard and with purpose, her pace quickened. Hips rocking against him, sighs beginning to overflow from her lips.

“Reminders,” she repeated between breaths, “of where your hands have been. Of where you have touched me.”

“But, please, tell me when it’s too much,” he broke away, quickly and she grumbled a complaint, “I do not think you understand…” He would not be able to live with himself if he accidentally, and in the heat of the moment, drew blood. Bit too hard. Or worse. His hands were capable of more than just bruises and scratches. She knew this. She had seen it. She had seen the damage he could do. She had to understand.

He expected her to nod, agree to his words and finally admit that she understood. Finally admit that it might have been too much. He was ready to hear her tell him to slow down, be more careful and have more control. But she simply grinned, crashing her lips into his with a ferocity he had not seen in her. Sudden gasps and whines and her nails scratching at his back, hungry. Begging.

That was his answer. His answer and the agreement that she understood and again, was not going to be stopping him. She was never going to tell him that it was too much. She wanted him to let go and do as he wished. Be rough. Be gentle. Break her. Then mend her with soft kisses and warm embraces. Break her.

He growled into the kiss, arms wrapping back around her and pulled her down. He feverishly grazed his teeth down her cheek, biting into her neck. “Mine,” he incoherently moaned, her pulse, once again, quickening against this tongue. She leaned away for the briefest moment - slowly, she lowered herself onto him, his name falling from her swollen lips. His hands pushing and pulling her hips to rock against him, circling. Her nails scratched at his shoulders, teeth scraped over marks and older scars. Mine.

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“How long, do you think, before Glûg will be knocking at the door?” she glanced out the window at the sun well above the horizon.

“Minutes.”

“What do you think he will say?”

“He would say that we both need to bathe before mingling with the rest of the camp. They will be able to smell it in an instant.” He rolled to bury his nose into her neck.

“I know a place.”

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