#Dream 11 Match today

[instanews01]

Exciting IPL Match Today: Sunrisers Hyderabad vs Chennai Super Kings

Today, there is a very important and exciting match in IPL 2024 which is going to be played between Sunrisers Hyderabad and Chennai Super Kings. This is the 18th match of IPL and this match will be played at Rajiv Gandhi Stadium. They lost the previous match against Delhi Capitals so now Chennai have to win. is waiting With the absence of Mustafizur Rahman, Chennai will have to focus on bowling, which makes the bowlers and batsmen of both teams very important in the match.

More Information : https://instanews.press/ipl-2024-madhe-aaj-romanchank-s/

[crictrackercricketscore]

Fantasy cricket! The thrill of building your dream team!

Fantasy cricket: the thrill of building your own dream team and watching them battle it out on the virtual field. But victory? A tricky dance. So, here's a sprinkle of fantasy cricket tips to turn you from underdog to champion. First, form matters. Pick players in peak form, even if they're not household names. Remember, stats, not stardust, win leagues. Balance is key. Don't over-indulge in superstar batters - diversify with wicket-taking bowlers and reliable all-rounders. Read the pitch report. Is it a batsman's paradise or a graveyard for spinners? Choose players who suit the conditions. Captain's call is crucial. Select your captain and vice-captain wisely. Their exploits double and multiply – make them your game-changers. Stay flexible. Don't be afraid to use transfers wisely, adapting your team to the ebb and flow of the tournament. And lastly, trust your gut, research trends, and enjoy the ride. Remember, fantasy cricket is a marathon, not a sprint. Play smart, stay consistent, and your dream team might just become reality.

[newsprescription]

How to win on Dream11|Dream11 Best Team Today Strategy

How to win on #Dream11|Dream11 Best Team Today Strategy #WPL #ipl #patnajunction #KisiKaBhaiKisiKiJaan #TATAWPL #ABDevilliers #UPWvDC #PunjabPolice #SalmanKhan #OrangeFireIdhi #OrangeArmy #MSDhoni #IPL2023 #PlayBold #ನಮ್ಮRCB #CSk #WhistlePodu

How to win on Dream11:Dream11 is one of the most popular fantasy sports platforms in India, which allows users to create their teams and participate in various sports leagues. The platform provides an exciting opportunity for users to showcase their skills and knowledge about sports while earning some cash rewards. However, to win in Dream11, you need to have a proper strategy that maximizes your…

[running-with-kn1ves]

Drunken Stupor

A/N: this is based off of that drunken yan gangster idea that I couldn't get out of my head. I might rewrite it or do it differently but this is 4 u my 1 gangster lovin' anon for now!

OG Yandere Gangster Drabble (nsft) w/ da Yan Gangster Ramble

TW: kidnapping, drunken yandere, noncon kissing (no nsft), threats, toxic behavior, 

Puzzles, accompanied by whatever news channel you could get through. Paint-by-number pictures, and shitty DVD’s from another time. Horribly thin sheets and an aching back--- you were completely, utterly, and seemingly irrevocably, isolated. The tight handcuffs around your feet only allowed you to hop around the house, barely making it to the front door before you tripped over the rug and nosedived into the cold, black floor. 

How long has it been? When was the last time you felt the spring wind on your face? You weren’t even allowed to open the windows, out of your captors fear of you screaming for help, even with him right next to you. He gave you countless things to keep yourself entertained, whether they be knitting grandma-like sweaters or taking up a different artistic hobby, anything that could keep you in one spot for long without the need to move or the option to hurt yourself. 

You were tempted to scream, to throw your half-finished puzzle at the wall and destroy the nice room set up for you that once belonged to the lone bachelor-- who, was much later than usual tonight. Your throat was too sore to keep up with the screaming however, and you pushed it to the back of your mind to try again tomorrow. If he came home all of a sudden and found you screaming at the ripe hour of 11 PM, he might do more than just threaten with one of his switchblades. 

You hated being around the bastard, feeling so terrified and weak like maybe today would finally be your last-- but at this point, you were going insane being by yourself for so long. Even a nice screaming match with him until your voice finally left you would more desirable than watching another 80s thriller that would haunt your dreams, alone. For someone who wasn’t home very often, he certainly had an extensive collection of old gangster movies, romcoms too even. But you couldn’t put Sixteen Candles on again without wanting to rip your eyes out-- not even one of his five million copies of The Godfather. Who needs that many copies of the same movie?

Your exhausted, beaten-down brain jolted at the sound of someone jerking at the door handle. The door practically thumped with the lock against the wall, dust raining as it was violently ripped back and forth. But then came the familiar jangle of an overloaded key ring, one you had heard most nights for what you can only assume has been the past month. 

Finally, your spiked anxiety crashed when you saw those familiar, much-too-shiny-for-a-gangster-to-be-wearing black leather shoes thump inside. You peaked your head out from your sitting position near the opened bedroom door, trying to get a glimpse without getting up and alerting him of your presence. It was inevitable for him to come to you, his kidnapee, but you tried to postpone the smothering for as long as possible. Maybe now was the time to chuck that puzzle. 

“You reallyyy gotta hold *hic* on mee…”

Mismatched footsteps trudged, stopping first to hit the corner of what you could only assume was the livingroom loveseat.

“Move outa ma way, couch! ..Even though you… treeat me *hic* badlyy..”

You heard the raking of fingernails on the couch cushions, the clink of a bottle rolling on the ground back and forth. You didn’t dare look back through the door crack. Maybe you should shut it? Lord knows what that would cause him to do, though. 

“You still gotts’a hold on me…” 

The sing-songy voice came closer, belonging to the madman you dreaded the return of. Within the crack of the door you saw a dark silhouette, the TV casting a face-shadowing glow that made you just an inch more terrified. 

“Hey, baby…” He hiccuped. 

“Well that’s new,” You started, looking away from him back to your puzzle. “When did I become your ‘baby’?” 

He moaned thoughtfully, thinking about your rhetorical question. “After you kidnapped me, I suppose?”

Maybe it was wrong to poke the beast, especially because he smelled like dirty whiskey and had three buttons too loose on his dress shirt, showing a deep scar betwixt his faint chest hair. A vulnerable image he’d never let you witness soberly. 

“Hrmmm….” He pushed his entire weight on the door, letting it creak open as he looked at you with a smile. 

“I dunno…maybe.” He laughed a little, giving a small snort like a schoolboy hearing his first nasty joke. 

You rolled your eyes. Damn, as if you weren’t on edge before, now you were going to have to deal with the equivalent of a murderous toddler who’s been threatening to hurt you ever since you were first brought here. Drunken fools were best left at the bar. 

But your icy demeanor didn’t sway his unsettingly good mood, the gangster opening the door all the way to flop onto your (unwillingly) shared bed. He dug his face into the sheets that smelled like you, looking at the back of your head that was pressed against the edge of the mattress.

“Was thinkin’ bout’cha…” He murmurs, tugging at a strand of your hair from behind. “Couldn’t stop talkin’ to the boys, ‘bout how pretty you are..” 

The short yanks at your hair to get your attention were becoming annoying, though you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of glaring face-to-face. 

“Told em’ how nice you look when yer sleepin’, when ya brush ya teeth, sayin’ that they’re not allowed to have ya....”

You hummed in response, trying to bend away to get closer to your puzzle. But you could sense the bubbling in your stomach, could feel that something was coming. Whether it’d be a bunch of slobbered kisses or your early demise, you couldn’t tell. 

“Oh really?” You asked, knowing he’d been adamant on not saying a word or letting make a peep about your existence in his gang-funded condo. 

“Yah, I did. Don’t believe me? Said i’d cut their fingers off, like boss does when some’n fucks up. I’d slam into em, make em watch while I...” 

He went quiet, and you thanked whatever made him. Whatever he said, you didn’t want to know; you’d already had enough of an unwilling look into his violent thoughts. 

“Well, doesn’t matter now, right... ‘cause now I gots’ya here. Mmph,” You hear him kick his shoes off, his face coming up to bury in your hair. “Smellin’ so good, lookin’ so nice fr’ me… wanting you so bad.” 

The sound of him inhaling you, his nose pressed to your neck as he shimmies his head deeper against you like a cat is uncomfortably warm. You feel two hands creep up, looking for your shoulders to push you back and make you more accessible. 

The gangster wasn’t normally so affectionate, so quiet and simple when he spoke. You were waiting for it to be replaced by his normal, angrily resentful behavior, the type that’d pull you by the hair to kiss you, that’d rant about the idiots he’d had to deal with for the day at you. But maybe, just maybe, you were in the clear for now?

“You’re acting weird,” You try to jerk away. “I’m not in the mood to entertain you, okay? Just, let me do my puzzle in peace. Go take a shower or something.”

He’s quick to respond, wrapping veiny arms around your shoulders and dangerously close to your neck. 

“Nuh huh, not unless yer comin’ with me, wanna show how much I loove you,” His head pops up closer to yours, the stressed crinkles under his eyes making him look older. “Cuz’ baby, you reallyy gotta hold on mee..” 

“Stop stop stop.” You couldn’t take the second-hand embarassment of listening him to try to sing again, horribly off key and far too confident in each drawn out word. “What do I have to do to stop you from singing again?”

“I can’t hold it in though. Love’s too strong for you, love.” His disheveled hair, once slicked back in an oily black, now strewn about across his forehead as it nearly covers his eyebrows. He presses his forehead towards you. “Lemme kiss. Told the boys you give the best kisses, lemme prove it..”

“Prove what-- they’re not even here!” You try to go under his arm-barricade, only to be stopped as he practically puts his full weight forward, dragging him with you each time you move. 

“Lovin’ you for so long, jusst a kiss, just one kith..” He reaches for your cheek with his lips, ignoring how you whip your head around in retaliation.

“No, no! You stink like a bar and ciggarettes, get off me.”

He grunts in frustration, biting down on his lower lip as his dark, full eyebrows furrow together. 

“Let me kiss or i’ll.. I’ll gut you like a fish, my lovely..” 

You stopped at that, looking out of the corner of your eye to his pink-tinted cheeks and strong neck that sweated at the sight of you. 

He puts a ringed knuckle to your cheek, huffing as his eyes go half-lidded. His suit was all wrinkled from rolling around on the bed, dirty with the day’s work and bar-stench as he forced you back against the end of the mattress. 

“C’mon, don’t make me say stuff like that just for a kiss…” He whined, scooting closer. “Maybe I’ll start singing again, y’knoww, if y’don’t come close.” 

“Please just… don’t hurt me.” You mumbled, trying to avoid that blank, dark look he often held that came crawling back a moment ago. You didn’t want that sober side right now; this was somehow easier to handle, even if it meant losing your dignity. 

“Don’t wanna, never will,” He hums, staring unbothered at your lips, as if he wasn’t holding you tight enough to suffocate. “S’just kiss me, need it bad..” 

You looked around, as if there was anyone else looking, trying to avoid the task that made you shiver inside. 

But you didn’t get a chance to reject the drunken gangster again, his wet lips coming against the side of your face. He poked the tip of his tongue out, flicking against your lip before going tongue-first into your surprised mouth. 

Anytime he had tried to kiss you, to do anything overtly intimate, the most he released was the silent huffs of a man too wrapped up in himself to let you hear anything of pleasure. But now, you witnessed the lewd shlops of his lips against yours, the neediness of the back of his throat, groaning to be deeper inside of you. 

One of his heavy hands cradled the back of your head, his stupor not caring (or rather, not noticing) how little you moved, how you seemed to be backing into his large palm that massaged your hair. 

“Loved’ya forever, so happy you were so stupid…” He mumbles between licks to the corner of your lip, diving back into the sticky warmth of you. “What kinda… mph, idiot, doesn’t..hugh, report to the police..?” 

With his arm once wrapped around you, the gangster takes your limp wrist to his collar, bringing it to hold his loose tie. He makes you drag him closer, guiding your slow and frowning lips in his one-sided makeout session. 

“Not’ma fault, making your life so much better now.. N’now, you’re mine.” He grins, a stupid little grin from the alcohol and delusion swarming his head as he consumes you, fingers coming to fiddle with your cotton T-shirt as he draws lines down your chest. “My sweet sunshine, all mine, forever n’ ever.” 

[rudrjobdesk]

IND vs ENG Playing 11: भारत ने फिर किए चार बदलाव, हार्दिक-भुवी बाहर तो उमरान-श्रेयस को मौका

IND vs ENG Playing 11: भारत ने फिर किए चार बदलाव, हार्दिक-भुवी बाहर तो उमरान-श्रेयस को मौका

Image Source : GETTY Indian Cricket team Highlights इंग्लैंड ने टॉस जीता, पहले बल्लेबाजी का फैसला भारत ने टीम में किए चार बदलाव भारत के पास सीरीज में क्लीन स्वीप का मौका भारत और इंग्लैंड के बीच आज टी20 सीरीज का तीसरा और आखिरी मुकाबला खेला जा रहा है। नॉटिंघम के ट्रेंट ब्रिज में दोनों टीमें आमने-सामने है। इंग्लैंड ने टॉस जीतकर भारत को पहले बल्लेबाजी का फैसला किया है। भारत ने लगातार दूसरी बार चार…

[vitaminseetarot]

Butterfly PAC: What Will Your Next Falling in Love Feel Like? 🦋💕

Some think love can be measured by the amount of butterflies in their tummy. Others think love can be measured in bunches of flowers, or by using the words 'for ever.' But love can only truly be measured by actions. It can be a small thing, such as peeling an orange for a person you love because you know they don't like doing it. Marian Keyes

Sup y'all and welcome back to my free PAC readings! Thank you so so much for your patience with this particular post. It's been a busy week and it'll only get busier! I haven't done many love readings in the past as my readings focused solely on the querent. I decided to keep it simple and focus on that (frankly addicting) feeling of falling in love for the first time with someone.

There are four butterflies to choose from today to show you how it will feel like for you the next time you fall in love. If you're already with someone, this can represent how it feels when your partner does something truly special for you, what the right signal feels like.

As always you can choose more than one.

Pile 1, Blue Morpho Pile 2, Orange Monarch Pile 3, Red Peacock Pile 4, Emerald Swallowtail Pile 5, Purple Emperor

Pile 1: Blue (Morpho)

XVIII Moon; Rest, Inspiration, Let it Be, 28. Blessed Sight; X Wheel of Fortune, 5 of Pentacles, XIII Death, XIV Temperance

I pulled your oracle cards before your tarot, and before I did I said "this must be my Pisces pile". Then BOOM I got the Moon card dead center. You may be drawn to this pile if you have a lot or important Pisces placements, but I think it also very well describes the general energy of this pile.

Your next falling in love will be like a dream, or something that came from your dreams. Your person may remind you of someone you once met in your dreams even. It will feel as though your crush will be as a glowing light in the dark that warms you as you move forward into the unknown. If you're with someone, they could be showing up in your dreams more and more--there could even be a case of you both receiving signals about each other.

You're comfortable with letting fate be the guiding hand in you you'll meet next and what your partner will be like. Notice how in two cards we see closed eyes? One is resting, while the other is still walking to where she wants to go. There is a certain faith about this pile, you feel in your heart that the one you're seeking is out there and that you will not need to put yourself in uncomfortable situations to find them.

With this, sometimes you may falter and feel disheartened when you feel other people meeting their match while you're still watching the clouds roll by in the shape of your dreams. Fate combines both luck and change. Don't be afraid to sit back and let the process unfold before you. It doesn't mean you can expect your dream crush to come knocking on your door (although they could!), you can put yourself out there and mingle. This is an internal sense, adopt the intuition of letting the little guiding lights connect together and guide you when they are ready to.

Pile 2: Orange (Monarch)

XII Hanged One; Abundance, Pause, Determination, 11. Inspiration; XI Justice, King of Cups, 3 of Swords, 10 of Wands

This pile has likely had relationships in the recent past which may not have worked out. Or there were some romantic prospects where things didn't line up right. It seems like you're working on bringing yourself back into alignment where you can focus more on your personal goals in life. While there's nothing wrong with that, this question is about what it will feel like the next time you're in love. And I have to remind those who need this message that it's okay to take the time you need to recover.

But when you're finally ready to emerge back into the dating world, or if you're planning to, you will need to do so with open arms. Not the same as naïveté. Not the same as being in the same situations or patterns that didn't work out before. But you will need to push aside negative feelings telling you it won't work out again before you can move further with other singles. If you're in a relationship it's likely that your partner wants to see your emotional qualities more, they want you to open up so they can do the same. They want to work side-by-side with you and help you.

You're a strong individual when it comes to reaching your goals. With that said, it's okay to let others, specifically your next partner, help you out in areas you normally excel in. It will help loosen the tension a lot and bring ease to your abundance mindset. Support is with you and you don't need to do it alone. Let your crush carry some of the extra bags for you and help you relax. And don't think that by doing this you're somehow limiting yourself from reaching your future goals. If anything, your crush will help you move ahead. Your crush will want to see you CRUSH it in the board room. You will feel 100% backed and protected by your next love.

Also I wanted to add that when I did the reading for this pile, a little moth landed on my door's window and stared at me upside down like the Hanged One! Not a butterfly, but close enough! Moths talk about what you're intuitively drawn to, but also confusion following paths (since artificial light messes with their navigation). Let moths be your animal sign for when you're soon to meet your next love. They will help to guide you towards the better light.

Pile 3: Red (Peacock)

7 of Wands; Mystery, Desire, Wisdom, 24. Heal Thyself; 3 of Pentacles, VI Lovers, Queen of Cups, 7 of Wands (x2)

Pile 3, I'm glad I chose the beautiful red Peacock butterfly for your reading because this pile is incredibly bold! You got 7 of wands twice. It doesn't seem as though you're scared to stand out of the crowd to attract your next crush. Similarly, you want the same in your partner. You may be looking for someone who's strong and assertive, and maybe loves to put on a good show for people (as we have Mars in Leo here).

You could be into punk, or darker music genres. Your next love will be fiery, but won't show all their cards. They leave just enough detail for you to want to know more, I think they'd like to egg you on or tease you (but not in a mean way). This person could be way more intelligent than they may let on initially. You'll feel challenged by them, in a refreshing way. They may invite you to debate or play something competitive with them.

I think there's one thing that must be greatly noted with this pile, and that's remembering to stop and take some time for yourself. It doesn't mean stepping out of the dating scene. There's a fine line to walk between meeting someone who's very attractive at face level and the love that comes from genuine compatibility. Lovers speaks about integrating these two parts as one instead of thinking it's one or the other.

You also need to make sure to prioritize your own needs as well rather than get caught up in the heat of passion. I don't think this pile struggles at all with passion, but some emotional discretion is advised here. There could have been people surrounding past relationships who weren't really supportive of who you were with. Whether or not they were in the "right", it's left you a bit defensive over who you choose to be with. Please remember to take time away from every influence to listen to your own inner voice.

Pile 4: Green (Emerald Swallowtail)

King of Pentacles; Stop, Pause, Goals, 23. Big Picture; 2 of Cups, XVII Star, XIV Temperance, 6 of Cup

Oh wow, pile 4. Stop and Pause side by side, and then we have Goals on the bottom. Stopping goals! Says who?! Not you, Emerald Swallowtail, with the King of Pentacles in front. You must be a very career or school driven group. Money savvy, ambitious, and unafraid to chart unknown territory. You'll definitely be a catch for the next person you fall for.

Except it doesn't seem like you're in the mood for the dating scene at all. Not in the fun and casual sense anyway. You want someone serious and committed, right off the bat. Someone who's fiscally responsible and likely as driven as you. You want someone who comes right in, sits down, and presents themselves as a good partner as though they're interviewing for a job hoping the star will stand out of the pack. Mainly, you want to know exactly what you're in for before sticky things like emotions even enter the picture.

This pile seems similar to my pile 2. Maybe somebody in the past told you that as soon as you marry or get serious with someone, it's gonna affect your career or your stability and that sacrifices will inevitably be made. That seeking any kind of relationship is like stepping over huge boulders hoping your ankle won't fall through between the cracks. The thing is, emotions are already involved in this. Your next love will make you feel stable and secure, knowing that you don't have to push too hard to get by.

Moreover, your next love will LOVE that you're career oriented. They will not be threatened by your achievements. They can help you bring balance between the adult side of you that's disciplined and focused and the little kid in you who wants to play and explore. Your next love will help you expand beyond what you thought was possible in a relationship. You'll be half of a real power couple who can tackle anything together with forces combined.

Pile 5: Purple (Emperor)

6 of Wands; Ideation, Open Heart, Hibernation, 2. Understanding; XII Hanged One, 10 of Cups, Page of Swords, 7 of Wands

Hi, lovely pile 5! Your next love will simply make you feel like you're actually radiating. Notice all the little diamonds on the 6 of wands as well as the Ideation card? Your next love will feel more rare than diamonds, it will have you shining like one. There is such warmth with this pile, it's like the sense of having a good looking musician with a great smile gently guide your hand up on stage to let you be part of the show. Even if you're the shy type to stand back, your crush will rave about you enough to have you blushing. They'll root for your success even when you'd rather be modest.

I get with this pile that you may be slow to open up with new people, and that you would prefer to take your time in meeting someone serious. You may be just starting to dip your feet in the dating scene, perhaps for the first time. You're realizing that it's one thing to imagine what it'd be like to go out and meet new people, but it's another to actually do it. But I don't see any reason to worry too much here. Even if you come off as shy, people can sense the glow of your aura. You have a quiet but unabashed confidence and may attract that in your next partner as well.

If there's one thing I can advise for you, pile 5, is to avoid being over critical about who you would rather be or NOT be with. I mean overcritical about the little things. Try to avoid saying things like "I can't be with someone who chews too loud" because you could meet the love of your life where that happens to be their one and only flaw. If you allow compassion to rule here, then it will return back to you ten fold.

Your next love feels so smooth and romantic, your next crush will want to woo you. They will really go out their way to impress you and while they can be comfortable inside the house on rainy days, likely there will be chances to travel and share new experiences abroad. They'll love being with you but will work to warm you up to the wonders of life. They will yearn for your happiness, pile 5, your bliss will be their success! When your heart tells you it's safe, allow yourself to wander into a new adventure with someone who lights up your world inside and out.

This reading has not been evaluated by the FDA to diagnose, prevent, treat, or cure any disease or infection. Please ask your physician before going online.

2023, @VitaminseeTarot ™

[gejo333]

An Unexpected Match X

Pt. 1 Pt. 11

DBF/DILF Miguel O’Hara x female reader

Summary: Disagreements about children…and…you have to read to find out.

Wc: 5.5k

————————————————————————

The gentle morning cold of the February wind combined with your warm cup of coffee was a perfect balance, as you stare out at the Nueva York skyline from the patio of the apartment.

Since leaving the night of the holiday party, you and Miguel decided to stay for a month in the apartment, in hopes some of the heat of drama has settled down, and also hopes that Sofia would give up.

The month of January with just you, Miguel and Gabi has been a dream. Going out to dinner when neither you or Miguel felt like cooking. It was a perfect routine after the holiday break was over. Majority of the time you and Miguel would drive Gabi to and from school, which was closer back to the neighborhood, but it was a nice drive. Luckily soccer season had not started yet, as you weren't sure if you or Miguel were ready for the judging stares of the neighborhood parents.

Sometimes when you had to go to classes early or the same with Miguel and work one of you would drive her.

Today was a Saturday and the day you were going back to the house. Of course you loved that house, holding already so many memories since you moved in 7 months ago, but if only you could just wipe away the rest of the neighborhood, and stay in the perfect bubble of the O'Hara family.

Another thing that has been happening this past month was Miguel trying to bring up the topic of children. And of course every time he has, you have been lucky enough to avoid it.

Yes, you do want children with Miguel. To give Gabi a little brother or sister. Maybe both. But In a few years, after your done with grad school and start your career. Of course your argument can be easily proven wrong at the strong baby fever you've been having lately. It definitely didn't help when one of Miguel's coworkers, Peter who came to drop something off and had brought his baby daughter Mayday with him. While the two were talking you watched over Mayday. Of course Miguel saw how much you loved spending time with her, and as soon as Peter and Mayday left he brought the topic up. And lucky for you, Gabriel had called him on his phone.

You sigh as you watch your breath, cold enough to see it. Two arms wrapped around your waist as you felt a familiar head rest on your shoulder before bringing you against him as he gently kissed up your neck, before turning your head and placing a gentle kiss to your lips.

"Good morning, mi amor. I didn't see you in bed this morning. You usually only come out here this early if something is on your mind."

You set your cup of coffee down on the table before turning around to face him. Still in his arms you rest your head on his chest, as he rest his head on top of yours. Something you both know calm each other down.

"A few things actually. About going back and having to face everyone. Hoping to god we never see Sofia again. Figuring out how to pay for my last semester at school. And well... the other thing, I feel like we might get into an argument over." You lift your head to look up at him. His brows furrow and a small frown forms, curious about your last sentence.

"You think so? You can tell me, cariño. I'd never get mad at you." Miguel caressed your cheek as he gave you a smile of reassurance. He was right, even the little disagreements you have gotten into in the past, neither of you have ever gotten mad at each other. Maybe a little annoyed, but a quick make out session or fuck usually made the annoyances go away.

"It's about kids. I know you've been trying to talk to me about it for a while now."

"I've noticed you've been trying to avoid that conversation. Is there a reason why?" Miguel chuckled as he put some of your hair behind your ear to see more of your beautiful face.

" When I tell you my answer I don't know if I can handle seeing the disappointment in your eyes." Tears brim the corners of your eyes, which Miguel sees right away as he gently wipes them away.

"Mi amor, please tell me. Please don't cry. It breaks my heart see you upset." Miguel puts both hands on the side of your face, caressing your cheeks and wiping any stray away tears.

"I want to have kids. But not for a while."

"For how long?" You can see the nerves build up inside him, even though you could see he was trying to hide it from you.

"When I'm 29, maybe 30." You bite your lower lip, nervous for his answer.

"So, almost a decade from now?"

"Yeah..." Your heart ached as you could see the pain in his eyes.

"Can I ask why so long from now?"

"Starting my career. If I got pregnant now it would be a lot harder for employers to hire me. It's wrong. But it happens. And I want to go to grad school and I just don't know if I could do that and have a baby. I just don't know if I can balance starting a career and have a baby at the same time. That's why I thought after a couple of years I can handle both."

"I've seen your resume, hermosa it is very impressive. so is your transcript. You have a really good chance at getting hired at Alchamex. And women are treated very well there. They receive great maternity leave. If you worked in my department your boss, Jess, my coworker currently is pregnant."

"Is she 21?" You give him a deadpanned look.

"Well, no. She's 33. But even if she was your age. There would be no difference."

"Miguel, I would be an intern. And the interns are highly competitive with each other there. Oh and by the way, how would they react if they found out that the head of Alchemex's Genetics department is the boyfriend and baby daddy to my child. They would think I slept my way into getting the position."

"Well first off, you would be my wife by the time it happened. And second off, you know you would get the job because of your qualifications not because of me."

"Is this turning into a proposal?" Your eyes widen, chuckling lightly.

"Well, not now. But I love you y/n. I do attend to marry you one day."

"And I love you too Miguel. But don't change the subject. Are you ok with my answer about kids?"

"A decade is a long time. By the time we had one I'll almost be 50 and Gabi would be 15."

"Well, when did you think we were going to have more kids?" You cross you arms as you look up at him.

"I thought maybe by next year we would have a baby." Miguel brushed his fingers through his hair, out of his face.

"So you mean me getting pregnant right after graduation? Miguel that's really soon. It's too soon."

"Well 9 years is too far away. Can we compromise at least a bit?"

"Can we wait to have this discussion after I graduate? Please." You look up at him as you wrap you arms around his neck, pushing your body against him. Miguel wraps his arms around you.

"I know what your doing, hermosa. Trying to distract me from the topic." Miguel looks at you slightly annoyed but with a hint of lust in his eyes.

"I am. But can we please talk about it later. I know this is going to go in an evil cycle at the moment. And it's Saturday. I don't want to get in to an argument today."

"Alright, cariño. We'll talk about it later. But please think about it though."

"I will. Please think about what I said too."

"I will." Miguel leaned down and kissed your lips which you happily returned. You both walked back inside the apartment getting ready to head back.

Everything was packed into the car as you carried a sleepy Gabi in your arms.

"Thank you for packing the car, Rick." Miguel handed the doorman a $100 before getting into the car, while you strap Gabi into her car seat before getting into the passenger seat.

The drive back was in silence, obviously this morning conversation weighing heavily on both of your minds.

By the time you drove down your block you saw an unfamiliar car in front of your house. When Miguel pulled into a drive way, " Maldita sea!" he swore under his breath. You look to him before looking ahead and sigh in frustration. "You have got to be kidding me." (Damn it)

Waiting in your drive way was no other than Sofia.

"Stay in the car." Miguel looked over to you with worry in his eyes, before he turned to look at Sofia with a glare. He gets out of the car and walk towards Sofia. He had closed the car door so you couldn't fully here their conversation, but you could tell that Miguel was getting more frustrated the more Sofia stood there with a care free attitude.

"Mama?" Your eyes widen and turn around as you see Gabi was awake.

"Hi baby bug. How did you sleep?"

"Good. Are we home?"

"Yes, we are sweetie."

"What's Papa doing? Why is that lady there again?" Gabi pouted as she saw her father having a yelling spat with that same strange woman. You saw her begin to tear up. "Oh baby." You quickly get out of the car and make your way to the back as you unbuckle her from her car seat. She balled as she wrapped her arms around your neck. You run her back and whisper in her ear saying, "everything is ok. It's ok baby bug."

Hearing his daughter crying Miguel turned around to see you consoling her with worry and fear in his eyes wanting to know what happened.

"She woke up to you outside the car, and got scared with what's happening. You need to leave Sofia. Your making Gabi upset." You shoot daggers her way, to which she rolled her eyes.

"She's a kid. They cry all the time. I doubt it's because of me. Her mother." Sofia said as she tried to walk up to you to get to Gabi, but you stepped away as you turned Gabi away from her. Miguel stepped in the middle protecting you and Gabi from her stepping any closer.

"Leave Sofia. You have no right to be here. And stop saying your her mother. You're not."

"I'm her biological mother. I have every right to have her in my life. And I'll take you to court to prove my point." Argued Sofia.

"Sure take me to court. I have enough money to fight you. But I have enough evidence to say you didn't want her. Even now you barely care about her. You're upsetting my daughter. Now leave."

"Ugh, whatever. But I'm not done here." Sofia rolled her eyes as she walked back to her car and got in before driving away.

Both you and Miguel's attention went back to Gabi as she still was crying in your arms.

"Come here princesa, I'm sorry you had to wake up to that. Everything's ok now." You briefly gave Gabi to Miguel so that he could console her.

"Papa has to pull the car into the drive way. I'm going to give you back to Mama, ok?" Gabi nodded, still pouting as Miguel gave her a kiss to the top of her head before handing her back to you. You kiss the top of her head as you wiped away the rest of her tears.

"Hey, while Papa parks the car in the garage, what are some things you want to do for your 6th birthday party next week." You say, as you unlock the door to the house and walk inside. A smile graces your lips as Gabi perked up slightly when you mentioned her birthday. While Gabi went on an adorable tangent of different things she wanted to do for her birthday party, you looked at your surroundings, happy to be back.

You head to the living room where you sit on the couch with Gabi still in your arms as she begins to calm down and return to her cheery self.

"Can we do a princess super hero theme?" Gabi raised her head from the crook of your neck as she looked up at you, face tear stained.

"Of course we can do that. I'll start coming up with some ideas and I'll show them to you."

"Yay!" Gabi yawned as she rested her head against your chest.

"Do you want to take a nap?" You asked her which she nodded slightly against you. You smiled as you stood up from the sofa and walked upstairs to her bedroom to tuck her into bed.

When you went back downstairs you heard Miguel in the kitchen. Entering the kitchen you hug him from behind as he drank his coffee. As you rest your head against his back you felt his muscles shift as he move his arm.

"¿Dónde está Gabi?" (Where is Gabi?)

"She got tired after crying so I laid her down in her bed to take a nap." You could tell he was still annoyed, not just at the argument with Sofia but also with you.

"Miguel. I was thinking of what you said earlier..." You felt him tense slightly as he turned around to face you. You saw hope glisten in his eyes. You glance away from him as you move to face against the island counter, contemplating your next words.

"Cariño?" Miguel moved behind you as his hands rested on your hips, encouraging you to turn around to face him, which you did as you looked up into his reddish brown eyes.

"What about 5 years? When I'm 26."

"Is there anyway I could get you down to 3 years?" Miguel added softly with a slight hesitation in his voice. Your gaze shifted from his to the fridge.

Three years? That's wasn't that far from now. But maybe you should consider it. It's not like he's not able to support you. But the thought of being financially dependent on him bothers you, brings chills up your spine. It would make you feel like you were using him, even though that wasn't the truth. You sighed. Maybe you will be doing well with a career in 3 years?

You look back up to him, a smile coming to your lips. "Sure, three years." Your answer brought a wide smile to his face as he leaned down and placed a kiss to your lips. The kiss began to get more heated as Miguel lifted you on to the counter, settling himself between your thighs as he continued to abuse your lips.

"Can we go to our room?" You huff out a breath of air, lips swollen slightly. Miguel nodded as he lifted you from the counter, large hands cupping your ass as you wrap your legs around his waist. Your lips smashed against his as you wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.

The tension and stress between the you both of you didn't get you upstairs as you pass through the living room Miguel decides to lay you on the sofa, with him over you. He pressed his lips to yours, "thank you for compromising, hermosa. You'll be an amazing mother." Miguel said as he kiss down your neck to his shirt that you borrowed this morning as he unbuttons it, throwing it to the ground when it's off of you. He loved it when you put on his clothes.

"I know you'll be an amazing father. You're already such a great one now." If eyes could physically turn into hearts that's what Miguel would look like after your words, as his heart is filled with so much love for you.

His lips moved down to your now bra less chest as he latches on to one of your nipples. A moan escapes you as you comb your fingers through his black curls.

You help pull off your leggings, knowing that if you didn't get them off sooner you knew Miguel would rip them off as he has in the past. Miguel helped you pull them off before ripping your panties off. In the past you would get annoyed by it, but now you always by them in bulk. Cause no matter how many times you tell him to just take them off, his sexual urge to be inside you always makes him forget, or not care. But seconds after they are off your forget as you feel your self get stretched by his large girth.

Your hands move on to his shoulders as they lightly claw his back. "Fuck baby, you're tight. Relax for me, cariño."

You felt your pleasure course through your limbs,  now relaxed as you slightly move your hips to gain friction, signally for Miguel to move. He removed himself until the tip before thrusting completely into you with the snap of his hips, making you gasp out a moan.

As Miguel continued his assaults to your pussy he lifted your hips, gaining a new position inside you. You clamp your hand over your mouth to quiet your moans. You felt every one of his ridges move against your gummy walls, while his tip hit your g-spot continuously. Miguel removed your hand from your mouth as he held both of your wrists above your head with one of his.

"No mi amor. I want to hear your beautiful voice." Miguel groaned as his forehead pressed against yours.

"B-but Gabi." You managed to let out.

"It's fine, she's all the way upstairs." Miguel kissed your lips as they moved down to your neck as he began to suck against the sweet spot, letting out another gasp.

Miguel's pace quickened as he continued to ram into you. He was fucking you so hard you thought you felt your insides become messed up. Miguel looked down towards your torso. He felt his cock grew harder as he saw himself physically stretch out your insides.

"Fuck, I can never get enough of this amazing pussy. I can't wait to see this belly swollen with my children. I can't wait till you bare my children, mi amor. Te quiero tanto, hermosa." Miguel said in your ear, making your heart swell with love.

"I love you too, Miggy. So much." You felt your core twist in a knot before releasing, as you moan out loud from your climax. Not long after Miguel thrusted deep inside, balls slapping against you as he spills deep inside you, making your inner walls white and filling you until it starts to spill out of you.

He pulls out as he took a deep breath, placing a loving kiss to your lips before parting as his forehead rested on yours.

After resting on the sofa after your love making Miguel lifts you from the sofa and carries you to the master bathroom, where he turned on the Roman-size bath.

When it was ready he carries you into the water, where he found a place to sit and rested against the wall of the bath resting his arms on the sides as you rested your back against him. You both stayed there in perfect silence, showing small affections of love with kisses and  small loving touches until fatigue took over your body as your eyes closed falling asleep.

—————————

Two days before Gabi’s birthday

“Yay! We’re here!” Gabi cheered as she helped the popular cartoon gift bag in her hands as she ran up to the front door of the house.

You and Miguel smiled down at her excited attitude. Today was one of her close friends birthday party, sadly it was at Ms. Johnson’s house. The woman always got on your nerves, as she tried to flirt with Miguel every second she could. And in front of you too. Of course, no one knew you two were dating. This was your first appearance as a couple, so you were curious if she soul try to do the same thing.

After Gabi rang the doorbell the door opened revealing your favorite person.

“Ah the O’Hara’s and Y/n. How nice to see you again.” Ms. Johnson said with a the most fakest smiles, it took all of your will power not to roll your eyes. She welcomed the three of you inside as Gabi wandered off the the backyard where the rest of the kids were.

With a hand on your lower back you and Miguel followed Ms. Johnson to the living room where other parents talked while sipping on cocktails and eating snacks. When you both entered many parents stared, one whispering to the other, “I can’t believe he’s with Sam and Sarah’s daughter. I’m shocked they even showed up here.”

“I know. Especially after what went down at the holiday party. He’s so attractive. He could literally have anyone and he chooses this girl?”

You tried your best to pretend you didn’t hear the conversation as you kept your smile on your face. The audacity of some of these people. They should just mind their own damn business.

“Would you care for any drinks? Y/n are you old enough to drink?” Smiled Ms. Johnson as she looked at you.

“Yes I am. Maybe you had two many glasses of wine since you can’t seem to remember my age. You should slow down.” You smile as you hear Miguel trying to stifle a chuckle along with a few other people in the room.

“I’ll get you two a glass of wine.” Ms. Johnson smiled before leaving the room.

Miguel leaned down to whisper into your ear, “We’ll have a glass of wine and then we’ll say we have to go to another event for my job.” You turn to look up at him with a smile. “Sounds like a good escape plan.” Miguel returns your smile as he leaves a kiss to your cheek.

“Hey, so like what is it that makes you interested in a guy like Miguel. He is like over a decade older than you.” Said one of Gabi’s classmates dads as he walks over to you.

“Ryan, you can’t just say stuff like that. It’s rude.” Scolded his wife next to him. “I’m sorry about him. He’s had a few too many beers.” She chuckled.

“No, but I’m serious. Cause like y/n your freaking hot. Why be with a man so much older? Yeah ok, Miguel you keep yourself in shape man. But like, I just don’t get it. Like I’m 6 years younger than you Miguel, yet I don’t have a young hot babe beside me. Ah, maybe it’s the money.”

Your eyes widen from his words.

“You listen here. You’re lucky there are kids around us or my fist would be in your face. If I ever here you disrespect my girlfriend again, you’ll deeply regret it.” Miguel got into the man’s face sending him a deathly glare as his voice turns into a serious tone. Giving the guy a slight scare he raised his arms up in surrender as he moved away from Miguel.

“Maybe it’s best if you and Ryan leave.” Said Ms. Johnson as she came back into the room with two glasses of wine for you and Miguel. How you so desperately wanted to drink this glass in one swoop.

The couple left to your relief, but you still weren’t comfortable as he wasn’t the only one thinking that same thing about you and Miguel.

After talking with these unbearable people for a hellish hour, Miguel finally decided that it’s time to go.

“We’re going to head out. We have another event to go to.”

“Aww alright, well I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” Ms. Johnson smiled flirtatiously towards Miguel wondering if he was picking Gabi up up after the sleepover.

“I am actually. So I’ll be seeing you tomorrow.” You smile as you take Miguel’s empty wine glass and hand her both of your glasses. He smile faltered before being replaced with a fake one.

“Perfect. Well…I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Until then.” You return her fake smile before you and Miguel left the living room to give Gabi a quick goodbye before you both left the house.

Walking a block from the house you say, “oh god, was that unbearable. I swear these people are just like on drugs or something, this neighborhood is just so nosy and rude!” You laugh, hysterical from the event.

“Yeah, that was pretty bad in there.” Miguel chuckled before he silently snuck up on you and lifted you up by the waist, wrapping his arms around you before placing a big kiss to your cheek. You let out a laugh as he continued kissing your face and neck. “Miggy, wait till we get home.”

“I can’t help myself mi amor. Now that our relationship is public I want the whole world to know how much I love you.” Miguel kissed your lips one more time, before setting you down. You intertwine your fingers with his as you hold his hand walking the rest of the way back home.

———————-

The day of Gabi’s birthday

“Good morning baby bug! Happy Birthday!” You smile as you sit on the bed beside her.

“Here is a first gift out of many princesa.” Miguel handed her a new stuffed kitty cat animal. After sitting up Gabi hugged the stuffed animal. “Thank you Papa! I love it! I’m going to name her snowball!”

“Such a cute name for a cute kitty.” You smile as you brush strands of hair out of her face. Miguel lifted Gabi out of bed as he hung her upside down on his shoulders.

“Oh no Gabi, the house turned upside down!” Said Miguel as he walked her out of her room and downstairs towards the kitchen.

“Papa, I’m the one that’s upside down.” Gabi giggled from her fathers words. You chuckled along with them as you followed them down to the kitchen where a stack of pancakes topped with berries and whipped cream smiley face and finally a candle.

When all three of you entered the kitchen Miguel flipped her right up and sat her on the kitchen counter chair.

“One last thing.” You say as you get the lighter to light the candle. Once lit both you and Miguel sing Happy Birthday in Spanish before she blew out the candle.

“I wished for everything to stay at it is.” Gabi smiled as she swooped a strawberry in the whip cream and ate it.

“I couldn’t agree more princesa.” Miguel smile as he kissed the top of her head.

After eating together as a family, Miguel went to go get ready for work as he needed to attend an early meeting.

“Ok my two favorite girls. I’ll see you both after work and we’ll celebrate your 6th birthday at your favorite restaurant, princesa.” Miguel walked back into the kitchen in his suite.

“Yay!” Gabi raised her hands in excitement. You chuckled as you saw her face was covered in whipped cream and syrup. You grab a wet cloth and wipe her face before kissing the top of her head.

“Goodbye princesa.” Miguel kissed the top of her head as Gabi wrapped her arms around his neck to give him a small hug.

“Bye bye papa. Love you!”

“Love you too.”

He then walked over to you as he wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you against him as he gives you a loving goodbye kiss.

“Goodbye cariño. Have a nice day with classes. I’ll see you later.”

“Goodbye. Have a good day at work. I’ll pick up Gabi from school.”

Miguel looked at you and Gabi one more time with a wide happy smile before leaving.

The entire work day was chaotic as he had no time to take a break until now.

Miguel smiled wide as he entered the luxury store. He gazed around before his eyes darted towards his main mission here.

“Welcome Sir. How may I help you?” Said the stores salesman as he greeted Miguel with a welcoming smile.

“I’m here to buy an engagement ring.”

“Wonderful! We have a great selection. What’s your price range?”

“Can I see your most valued rings?”

The store clerk eyes widen and smile grew bigger, “Of course. Follow me this way. We keep our nice items in a private room.” The salesman gestured for Miguel to follow him.

After some time and looking through a vast amount of rings, Miguel eyes landed on the one. The one you knew would be perfect. Because you were perfect. And you deserved the best.

“This is the one.”

“That’s an excellent choice Mr. O’Hara. That’s one lucky woman.”

“I’m the lucky one.” Miguel smiled as he held the ring in his hands, so small compared to

his large hands. Just like your hands when they’re intertwined in his.

“Thank you for your purchase. Please feel free to reach out if you have an questions or concerns about your purchase. Have a nice day.”

“You too. Thank you.” Miguel left the store, stopping a few feet away to open the box and look at the ring again.

His phone went off. Miguel rolled his eyes thinking it was work as he close the ring box and put it in his coat pocket before he took his phone out of his pocket. The number calling was unfamiliar, but he press the green button, deciding to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Hi. Is this Mr. O’Hara speaking?”

“Yes. Who is this?”

“This is Nueva York Medical. You were listed as Ms. Y/n L/n emergency contact?”

“Y-yes.” Miguel’s heart stopped before rapidly beating against his chest as his stomach dropped.

“She was in a car accident.”

————————————————————————

Tag List

@felixthemochicat @pedr0swh0r3 @thel0velykey190 @myownsimp @angel-xx-1 @thedevax @cheezit-luv3rr @comicalbliss @rjreins @incustellar @ricekrisbris @marvelofcourse @ozzmodeus-main @s0fia4 @ghost-lantern @minalovesubabes @yume904 @shinyberry69 @freehentai @livytofine @rjasmine2021 @bigbassbug @tired-writer04 @brokvnszn @isastarall l@eddiestitmiguelsbigdick @cold-blooded-girls @ewan-tef @bammzyboomy @icedcoffeeisyummy @scaleniusrm @jojos-wife @jakelockleysdoll @iheartlindsay @koteri @montyrokz @crimsonriot06-7 @p1nkliquor @pueduricany @l3lazeit @freeingrebels @facelessfionna @zoey5252 @jaxyy219 @pookiesnatcher @deputy-videogamer @migueloharastruelove @gr0vndz3ro @n1tingal3 @casuallyawkardd @heubstr @kingtwhiddleston @princesatracionera @m0stergirl @mcmiracles @keigoloveminty @jadeloverxd @veyveys @averagefloydlover @katitakenway @uusjsisj @tojishugetiddies

[milaisreading]

It's our girlfriend

Pairings:

Bachira Meguru x Reader/ Bllk 11 x Reader

Warnings ⚠️: So I saw a lot of people requesting for Bachira stories, so this is what I came up with😭 hope u all like it. Reader uses she/her. Requests are open.

⚽️Blue lock belongs to: Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

Bachira sighed for like the 100th time today. It has been months since he entered Blue Lock and talked to the outside world, he misses his mom, his home and his girlfriend, (Y/n). He just wanted to get out and kiss her again and again, but that was impossible right now, his only hope was the match they are going to have against the U-20 team. If they win, Ego might do him a favor and let Bachira invite (Y/n) for an hour or two. Chigiri, Kunigami and Isagi raised their eyebrows in concern at their friend and Chigiri spoke up.

"Are you alright, Bachira?"

"Yeah, you have been in a worse mood the past two days, than that one time Isagi didn't pass to you." Kunigami chimed in as Bachira groaned again and looked up at the trio.

"I miss (Y/n)." He stated simply as his lower lip wobbled a little, indicating that he was about to cry.

"Who is (Y/n)? Your sister?" Isagi asked, now even more confused.

"No, (Y/n) is my girlfriend."

"Oh." The trio said and continued their previous activity...for about 30 seconds until Kunigami spat out his drink and looked at Bachira in disbelief.

"You have a girlfriend?!" The orange-haired boy yelled as Isagi and Chigiri finally realized what Bachira said. The room fell silent as the players looked at their table.

"Who has a girlfriend?" Otoya spoke up as the trio pointed at Bachira, who blinked in confusion at Kunigami.

"Yeah, I do Kunigami. Why do you act like it's a weird thing?"

"Uhmm...well..."

"Bachira has a girlfriend?!" Hiori was the 2nd one to ask as Yukimiya pinched himself, making sure this was real and not some dream.

"Why are you all acting like that's a weird thing?" Bachira asked his teammates, offended by their reactions.

"No way you of all people are getting bitches!" Karasu yelled as Kurona hit him over the head. While he himself couldn't believe it, he knew better than to say anything out loud. There was a sudden silence and Chigiri, who was sitting next to Bachira, gulped in fear as the boy grinned and held his knife tightly. A shadow fell over Bachira's face, causing Isagi to flinch a little.

"You shut the hell up! You disrespectful piece of dog shit, want me to shove this knife up your ass?! Who are you to call (Y/n) anything close to a bitch?!" Reo and Niko's eyes widened in fear as Bachira got held back by Kunigami while Isagi and Chigiri tried to calm him down.

"Calm down, Karasu didn't mean it! You know he never thinks before speaking!" Chigiri said as Isagi finally pulled the knife out of his hand.

"Yeah, Karasu is stupid!" Hiori added in.

"Since when am I stupid?!" Karasu yelled in annoyance, earning an eye roll from Rin.

"When was your birthday again?" Nagi asked as he looked up from his food. Bachira was taking a few deep breath as Kunigami and Chigiri sat him down while Isagi took away all the knives and forks away.

"Bachira...we really do not mean to insult you, but you don't seem like the guy who would date." Reo said, picking his words carefully to not start another issue. Nagi nodded his head and was about to speak too, but Baro covered up his mouth, sending him a warning glare along with Reo.

"Yeah, you seem...more like a ride or die for football." Niko spoke up next and the room visibly relaxed a little as Bachira nodded his head in realization.

"Oh... I guess I do come off like that at times." Bachira commented as Kunigami and Chigiri let him go.

"Is (Y/n) real or another monster of yours?" Aryu's next question came as Bachira went dead silent. Gagamaru, panicking covered Aryu's mouth and apologized in his name.

'I am not dying today!' The goalkeeper thought, but subconsciously he and the rest of the team thought over what Aryu said. Could... could this (Y/n) be just an imagination? It is Bachira after all. The rest watched the said boy talk with Isagi, explaining how wonderful, kind and beautiful (Y/n) is and how he can't wait to see her soon.

"She also plays football! She is the captain of the girl's team in my school!" Bachira added, perking the attention of the rest.

"Really?" Otoya questioned.

"Aha! She is so talented! I couldn't believe she would pick me to be her boyfriend."

'Yeah... (Y/n) isn't real.' The team thought.

"There he is! Meguru is over there!" His mom exclaimed as she pointed at the boy while he was greeting the U-20 team along with the others in the Blue Lock 11 team. (Y/n) smiled proudly at the gold-eyed boy, wearing his team's uniform with his name on the back was something (Y/n) dreamed of for years, ever since he told her about his dreams.

"He looks so adorable in his uniform, Mrs. Bachira! And the uniform looks so good on him!" (Y/n) blushed as she took out her phone, hoping she will get a good picture of him. Besides that, she liked filming or taking pictures of her boyfriend, so that they can discuss his moves and where to improve. It was always exhilarating for her to watch him, and the said could be said about him when it came to (Y/n).

'Meguru... you came so far... show them what you are made of.'

And as the match went on (Y/n) felt all the emotions wash over her body, happiness, panic, anger, relief and a lot more she couldn't name. At the end, both her and Bachira's mom cried in relief after the final goal delivered, cementing Blue Lock 11's victory over Japan's U-20 team. They were informed that they could visit the team in the dining hall occupied by them. Bachira's mom decided to stay behind and talk with Isagi's parents and she wanted to give the two some time for themselves. She was aware that (Y/n) missed Meguru and knowing her son, he did the same.

"That was such a cool score, Isagi! You show off!" Otoya chuckled as Chigiri ruffled the boy's hair. Bachira said a few quick remarks from time to time hoping he will soon get to see (Y/n). I mean... Ego did say they are free after they ate their celebratory lunch.

'Come on... I want to see (Y/n)... she probably looks as beautiful as on the day I left... all smiles and giggles, ahh~ that laughter could cure any illness.' Bachira sighed dreamily, wondering how she felt about his victory, well he wouldn't have to wonder for too long.

"MEGURU!!" The room fell silent as the boy grinned and jumped out of his seat, running towards the door. Opening the door, the gold-eyed boy was greeted by a tight hug, coming from none other than the girl he was dying to meet. The team, dumbfounded and shocked, watched as the boy got hugged by a unknown and pretty girl.

"Who is that?" Reo wondered.

"(Y/n)! I was just about to look for you!" The boys' eyes widened at that statement.

'(Y/n) is real?!'

"Meguru! You were amazing! I was in awe the whole time while watching you!" Bachira felt his heart speed up, the same giddy feeling he felt on the day he confessed came back. His (Y/n), his cute, adorable, beautiful and smart girlfriend was complimenting HIS skills. Bachira felt elated, this was better than the actual win of the match. As he looked more at the girl, the more his face turned red... (Y/n) was so beautiful. The most beautiful girl on Earth, and he is ready to fight anyone about this.

"Meguru!"

"Ha? Oh yeah, what?" Bachira shook his head, looking at the pouting girl.

"I was just explaining to you how to work on your feint technique... were you listening?"

"Sorry... I kinda got lost in your eyes." Bachira admitted, not really seeing the point in lying. He squealed a little on the inside when he saw (Y/n) blush and get shy from his statement.

"A-ah... is that so..." She said back, trying to make a proper sentence as Bachira smiled in endearment at her, but  his smile soon dropped as he felt something was off. Turning around, he noticed that not one, not two but all the players were looking at them in curiosity. Isagi and Chigiri looked at each other and got up, causing Bachira to stiffen a little and glare at them.

'Go away!' The look screamed but the two paid him no mind, more curious about the girl than they were afraid of Bachira.

"So you are the famous (Y/n), Bachira told us a lot about you."Chigiri commented as the girl looked up at them, at first her eyes held confusion and then she slowly realized who they were.

"Ah! You two are Chigiri Hyoma and Isagi Yoichi!" The two stopped for a moment, feeling heat crawl on the lir faces. The way she looked and said their names was just... just! In a blink of an eye, Bachira watched as the two boys now stood in front of (Y/n), and he was ready to yell at them to back off.

'You got to be kidding me?!' He thought in disbelief.

"You heard of us before?!" Chigiri asked in excitement as (Y/n) nodded her head.

"Yeah! You are pretty popular among my teammates, they talk about how fast of a runner you are. I never believed it to be honest, but you did prove me wrong today, Chigiri-san. Those sprints and passes were amazing!" The redhead blushed more at the compliment.

'A cute girl said I am amazing!'

"Did you hear of me too?" Isagi shyly wondered and (Y/n) squealed internally at his cuteness.

"Yeah! I heard a little bit of you from my teammates. That analyzing today was so great, I could only watch in awe as you delivered the final goal! How did you figure out the right angle?" Now it was Isagi's turn to blush and he spoke up, ignoring the glares he was getting from Chigiri and Bachira.

"Ah~ just instincts I guess. I heard from Bachira you play football at school too." Isagi spoke up as Chigiri chimed in.

"What position do you play?"

"Center forward."

Bachira groaned to himself as he watched her talk with the two. Usually any boyfriend would be elated that his girlfriend gets along with his friends...but this was horrible! The two were looking at his (Y/n) like she was a single girl and they wanted to ask her out.

"Bachira..." The boy turned around, his annoyed glare turned into a panicked look when he saw the rest of the team looked at (Y/n) with interest.

"Do you want to introduce us?"

"Yeah, don't keep us in the dark about the cutie!" And with that, Bachira was ready to kick Kurona and Otoya's

To Bachira's utter horror, (Y/n) fit very well with the team. She was able to strike up a conversation with Karasu and Otoya easily. Bachira had to keep a close eye on the two. He thought they might have a fleeting interest in her, but his hopes were destroyed when he saw the look in their eyes after (Y/n) gave them out a few compliments. Bachira was a little bit more relaxed after she shifted her attention to Reo and Nagi.

"She is so cute... too bad Bachira is her boyfriend." He heard Karasu comment.

"Who cares? Just be a homewrecker." Otoya added.

'We will have 2 members less by the end of the day.' Bachira thought, clenching his fists.

'Nooo! Not them too!' Bachira wanted to cry as he saw Reo's interest grow in real time. The billionaire heir talked about some random trip he did to a country and (Y/n) would nod along from time to time, but would start giving him tips about football by the first opportunity.

'Why can't (Y/n) be materialistic?! Reo would have moved on by now!' Bachira cried on the inside as her and Reo talked, it was obvious the boy took every word she said seriously. Now Nagi... Nagi was a whole new worry he had. The albino never cared about anyone or anything if it didn't benefit him. But now... now he was all ears, phone tucked in his pocket and listening to (Y/n), even adding in a word or two from time to time.

'I hate my life.' Bachira thought as Chigiri and Isagi kept saying how perfect (Y/n) was for him. Though he could hear the jealousy their voices, so he didn't believe they had his best interests in mind.

Aryu had made a few grave mistakes as he met (Y/n). The first one was looking at her (to Bachira at least), the 2nd one was mentioning how glamorous she looked and the third one was touching her hair, in order to give her some tips for haircare. Bachira immediately jumped up and slapped his hand away, glaring daggers at the tall boy. Aryu glared at Bachira, but soon it turned into a smirk as (Y/n) scolded him into apologizing.

Next up to fall victim to (Y/n) were Yukimiya and Baro, both boys were different but still fell for the same girl. Yukimiya loved that she was detailed and he loved talking to her about the different attacks he could perform. Baro would butt in as well from time to time, already calling (Y/n) his queen after she was whisked away by Hiori, Kurona, Niko and Gagamaru.

"Your queen? She is my girlfriend!" Bachira argued as Baro rolled his eyes.

"For now."

"Yeah Bachira! Standards change." The boy glared at Chigiri.

"For all you know, she might fall for one of us." Aryu added in and Bachira swore he was ready to play without teammates.

Hiori, Gagamaru, Kurona and Niko were probably the most respectful of the bunch to talk to (Y/n). They would exchange some football tips and funny moments they had on the field. The conversations were relatively uneventful, in Bachira's eyes at least. His alarm bells did start ringing as the four boys blushed and looked at (Y/n) in wonder.

By now, Bachira was sweating and ready to rip his hair out. Of all people who decided to approach (Y/n), it had to be Itoshi Rin, the captain of the team and the no1 ranked player at Blue Lock. He walked up to (Y/n) and introduced himself like usually, but was surprised that (Y/n) knew about him prior to Blue Lock.

"Ah~ I know and heard of a lot of center forward players. I like analyzing your techniques and incorporating them into mine." (Y/n) admitted in embarrassment as Rin nodded his head. That alone started a whole conversation between the two, it was so weird to see Rin relaxed and open to talk.

"Hey... Bachira?"

"What is it, Yukimiya?" Bachira grumbled as he tore his eyes away from the duo.

"When you and (Y/n) eventually break up, can you give me a call. I am sure (Y/n) will need a shoulder to cry on." Bachira gaped like a fish at the boy as anger started bubbling up inside of him.

"We are not breaking up. (Y/n) and I are happy-"

"For now!" Reo butted in.

"Yeah, be a brother and tell us once you break up." Nagi added in as the rest joined. Using this distraction, Rin and Isagi pulled (Y/n) out of the room in order to have practice with her.

A few weeks went by since that encounter, and Bachira was losing his mind. Every other hour one of his teammates would ask about (Y/n). What she was doing, what she liked, disliked and a ton of other things. During that time, the only thing that kept him sane was the thought how HE was the only one who got to spend a lot of time with (Y/n) and how she was HIS girlfriend. But today... today was just another day of him admitting defeat.

"You are our manager now?!" Bachira yelled as he was greeted by (Y/n) on the field. Thankfully it was just the two of them for now, so he had some time alone with the girl.

"Yeah! It was really sudden when I got the call from Teieri-san! I am so excited for the job! I will get to spend time with you and help you and your friends out!" (Y/n) cheered as Bachira blushed at her excitement. Seeing her happy made him always blush. Just as he was about to speak up again, Karasu and Rin interrupted him.

"You will be with us from now on?!"

"Really?!" The two asked in excitement as (Y/n) greeted them.

"Yeah! As of today I am the new manager." The girl explained as the two nodded their heads while the rest joined them. Bachira watched as his girlfriend got whisked away again and introduced herself to Kunigami.

'I hate my team...'

"Ahhh~" Bachira turned to look at Otoya, dreading to hear what he had to say.

"What?"

"Isn't our girlfriend beautiful~"

"She really is~"

"Mhm~" Bachira grew unnerved at Otoya, Reo and Nagi's comments and turned to glare at them.

"She is my girlfriend. MINE!"Bachira's words fell onto deaf ears as the trio kept on talking about (Y/n) and what they like about her.

"Are we talking about our girlfriend?" Chigiri asked as he joined in.

"Yeah!" They nodded their heads as Bachira looked at Chigiri in disbelief.

'I knew this would happen and I still let it happen! Nobody can resist her cuteness.' Bachira thought in misery as the four spoke.

[crictrackercricketscore]

Fantasy Cricket tips to guide your success!

Craving fantasy cricket glory? Here's the cheat sheet to smashing sixes on your leaderboard! First, ditch the "all-star" trap. Prioritize in-form players over big names, especially those thriving on current pitches. Analyse weather and venue – a bouncy track favours power hitters, while spin reigns supreme on dry, low pitches. Balance is key – stack your batting with top-order monsters and sprinkle in wicket-taking bowlers, both pace and spin. Don't underestimate the bonus points! Pick bowlers likely to grab early wickets or complete overs, and capitalize on bonus categories like catches and stumpings. Finally, trust your gut! Research is crucial, but sometimes a player's on-fire form whispers opportunity. So, channel your inner Nostradamus, pick wisely, and watch your fantasy team dominate the pitch! Remember, these are just tips, so go forth, experiment, and unleash your fantasy cricket prowess!

[javatpoint]

IND vs SA: Dream 11 Prediction Today Match | ICC World Cup 2023, Match 37

IND vs SA World Cup Dream11 Prediction | India vs South Africa Dream11 Prediction | Squads, Fantasy Cricket Tips, Playing XI, Pitch Report, Injury Update- ICC World Cup 2023, Match 37 IND vs SA Dream11 prediction World Cup 2023 Match 37: IND vs SA Dream11 prediction: In the 37th match of the ICC World Cup, India will meet South Africa for first time. India currently leads the ICC World Cup…

[dawnoftime22]

in the sunlight. in the sunlight, my love.

| T.S

Warnings: None!

Summary: The coziest morning spent with Taylor. You could perhaps even consider it the best morning, too. The lovely time holds a moment of a gentle dance in the kitchen.

Word Count: 1k

Category: Fluff that'll make your heart melt <3

| Started on 10/11/2023, 5:53 AM |

| Finished on 26/11/2023 7:05 PM |

Masterlist | T.S Masterlist

“For all I ever want, is to simply spend

every living second just beside you, darling.”

|——————————— ⸆⸉ ———————————|

As the morning sun shined through the windows of the bedroom, you stir in your sleep, your body laying comfortably on the soft bed.

Your eyes slowly open as you awoke, blinking away the sleep while your mind registered that it was now morning.

And you also realized that beside you, was empty space. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, because you were sure Taylor didn't have any work today. Unless whatever she's said last night was just a dream.

You slowly sat up and turned to let your legs dangle from the bed, a yawn leaving your mouth.

The door was open just a creak, and you know Taylor wouldn't have left it opened unless she was home, so you wake up a with little bit more hope, and got out of bed.

Right as you walk to the door, even with it open just slightly, you can already hear that familiar voice you love oh so much, like a soft melody that was always beautiful, even if she wasn't singing.

You slowly make your way downstairs, and you see Taylor sitting cross-legged on the couch, one of her hand holding up her phone while the other was making it across her chest to rest against the one holding the phone.

Even as you arrived downstairs, she was far too focused on talking to the person on the call, that she didn't notice you. Once you got close enough, you soon recognize that she was talking to Tree. Perhaps about some merchandise, or a new album, or a show she's planning, you weren't entirely sure.

Her wavy hair was frizzily tied up in a ponytail, a few small strands getting out here and there. She wore a loose white collared shirt, and some comfortable sweatpants while she sat on the couch. It was a usual sight really, but it always made you smile just seeing her.

You made your path to cross towards her from the stairs and to the couch, to which was when she started to notice you were present in the room.

Her eyes looked at you first until she turned her head at you with a smile. Her arm across her chest moved to open a space for you while Tree talked. She adored you even in the morning.

You make up a somewhat pouty smile before you went to sit on her lap. She sets the phone down somewhere on the couch to have both of her arms free, just to wrap them around you.

You make yourself comfortable in her warmth, your head resting between her shoulder and her neck. The blonde then leaves a soft kiss on the side of your head, making you to look up at her adorably with a smile that she reflects.

Your mind just about registers the ending of her conversation on the phone, only hearing her voice saying, "Okay Tree, thank you. I'll talk to you about everything else later." She says softly of her goodbye along with Tree.

Right when her finger taps on the end call button, she turns to look at you, her eyes glimmering in love. You could feel your heart rate grow quicker with even just a look. "Good morning, baby."

"Morning," you say with a smile, your head having moved to rest against her shoulder, gazing at her face that was perfect even in the morning.

"You slept well?" Her hand goes to move a stray hair away from your face. You respond with a nod, and she matches your lips.

"You weren't there when I woke up." Your voice was quiet and soft, your fingers finding their way to hers, fiddling around with each of them.

"I'm sorry, darling. I had a call, and I didn't want to wake you up with the talking." The soft skin brushing against each other had her looking down softly with her lips turned up. She watches your fingers moving with hers, glad you could find comfort in even just a small, simple way.

"Do you want breakfast?" She asks, knowing you were hungry. The clock on the wall showed that it was almost well over the usual breakfast time.

"Yeah." You whisper, your face slightly hiding in her shoulder from how fast she figured out what you were just about to say before she spoke up.

"Well then, we will be having pancakes, if that's okay with you." She leaned closer towards you as she said her words, and even though you were already close, the way she did so with leaving little distance between you two made you feel her breath just slightly tickling your cheeks.

"More than okay." When she hears your agreement, she places the gentlest kiss right on the tip of your nose before pulling away.

"Let's go then." She pats your thigh lightly, signalling you to get up. You do, and she follows you along, the both of you going off to the kitchen.

She already had the ingredients ready on the kitchen counters. You'd guess she had them prepared while she was on the phone, and it warmed your heart from how she fit in the thought of you while she had work to think about.

"First, we start with this," She holds up her phone, placing it on the counter. Her fingers moved across the screen, finding a song, and when she does, she taps play on it, the starting melody reaching your ears. It was a slow one, perfect for peaceful mornings like these.

You assumed she was simply wanting some background music, but instead of walking to the prepared ingredients, she goes back to you. Your eyes were curious as to what she was up to as you watched her

She takes ahold of your waist gently, and starts swaying along with you. You let out a small laugh in a breath. She never fails in making you feel like you're falling in love with her for the first time, all over again. The movement matches the rhythm of the song, the moment slowly turning more special.

The sunlight was gleaming through the windows, casting a warm yellow glow onto the floor, but the tiles of the kitchen were cold still from the rainy midnight before.

She gently pulls one of your arms up, and you knew it was a signal to spin, so you did, while she kept her eye on you to catch you if need be.

Your back was against her front now, and her hands were placed just on your lower stomach, her head resting on your shoulder, watching your face from the side. She admired every feature she could.

"You are the most loveliest human on earth, you know?" She whispers, her voice like honey, drizzled over your soft skin.

"Can't be me, 'cause you are." You say, and her teeth catches her bottom lip as she tried her hardest not to smile more than she already is.

"We both are then." The two of you share a kiss, both of your hearts warmed by your new favorite warm morning together, and by the love you held.

---------------------

taglist <3 - join here! :]

@dmenby3100 @wandsmxmff @simp-erformarvelwomen

[radiant-reid]

pov: your Instagram but you're married to Spencer Reid

Liked by babygirlpg, mommyjareau and 263 others

y/n.reid: the way spencer eats cupcakes gives me the ick

view all 23 comments

badass_em: grounds for divorce -> y/n.reid: i think so -> doctorreid: :( -> y/n.reid: sorry baby

Liked by davidrossiofficial, mommyjareau and 326 others

y/n.reid: happy birthday to my Halloween baby. I love you more and more every day <333 looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you

view all 35 comments

doctorreid: I love you more

d.morgan: i remember very little of that night -> y/n.reid: you did a lot of talking about how much you love spencer, called him your little brother a ton

Liked by ablake, babygirlpg and 334 others

y/n.reid: he's a 10, but he's a scorpio...

view all 36 comments

d.morgan: bet he's pouting about this rn -> y/n.reid: can confirm -> doctorreid: she's so mean to me

beth.clemmons: @/aarhotch is an 11

Liked by badass_em, d.morgan, and 253 others

y/n.reid: he deserves two cakes

view all 29 comments

doctorreid: lewd but delicious -> y/n.reid: so was what we did after -> davidrossiofficial: kids, this is a public comment section

mommyjareau: where did you get this... asking for a friend -> y/n.reid: no, there can only be one

Liked by greenaway.elle, aarhotch and 211 others

y/n.reid: the only founding father i'd let hit it

view all 32 comments

mommyjareau: liar! we heard about the Alexander Hamilton dream -> y/n.reid: JENNIFER!! STOP -> doctorreid: no wait, I want to hear this -> babygirlpg: it was pretty descriptive

Liked by a.blake, mommyjareau, and 357 others

y/n.reid: a rare look at Spencer on vacation

view all 29 comments

d.morgan: in a suit? who is this kid? -> doctorreid: it's comfy -> y/n.reid: don't be mean, he's so cute

Liked by babygirlpg, aarhotch and 239 others

y/n.reid: on today's chaotic Spencer chronicle, baby boy fell in a pond

view all 31 comments

doctorreid: i was pushed!! -> d.morgan: sorry that I thought you were strong enough to be punched in the shoulder

Liked by babygirlpg, mommyjareau and 327 others

y/n.reid: 'genius' Doctor Spencer Reid

view all 38 comments

babygirlpg: his sweater matches Henry's!!

doctorrreid: do you need to hear the science behind fireworks again? -> d.morgan: god, no -> badass_em: and i was just thinking about how much i miss you guys, nevermind

Liked by thecallahanclan, davidrossiofficial and 452 others

y/n.reid: happy birthday to my favorite person ever @/mommyjareau, sorry there's always a random photobombing you

view all 51 comments

mommyjareau: love you!! i'd leave Will for you any day -> y/n.reid: @/doctorreid, we're getting divorced now, photobomber -> doctorreid: :(

Liked by davidrossiofficial, greenaway.elle and 319 others

y/n.reid: sexiest looking cowboy

view all 27 comments

d.morgan: sometimes I come to your page just because I want to see Spencer being violated -> y/n.reid: it's my life's work -> doctorreid: mean

doctorreid: cowgirl? -> y/n.reid: yes, right now

[ilovetoomanymen]

STRAWBERRIES AND CHERRIES

•‧₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•‧₊•

this is my first official fic!! i hope you guys enjoy!!

mike schmidt x female/girly!reader 🍓🍰

- fluff

- after the events of the film

request:

hmm,, I don't really have any clear ideas as well atm, buuuut could you perhaps try to write smth like-- the reader, mike and abby went to go picnic or smth by the beach(?) idk if that makes sense HAHA 😭

i hope you enjoy!! (lower case is intended!!)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

your eyes flutter open gently, being awoken by the sun flaring through the blinds, creating pretty patterns across mike’s bedroom. you hear a groan from behind you, and feel an arm squeeze around your waist. you turn around in his arms to face him.

“hi”, he mumbles with his eyes closed.

“hey, good morning”, you reply with a gentle smile.

he opens his eyes to look into yours and he immediately smiles which makes you giggle.

“what?” he asks smiling at you.

“nothing.” you reply, smiling back at him again.

“hey, it’s pretty sunny today, do you want to go for a picnic since abby isn’t at school today?” you ask, waiting patiently for his response.

“sure, what time is it?”

you turn around in his grip again and look at the little pink alarm clock he bought you, which contrasted with the dark oak of his bedside table.

“it’s only 8. do you wanna go at 11? ooh, should we go to the beach?”

mike doesn’t reply verbally, but he grabs you by the waist again, gently pulls you flush to his chest, and nods into your back.

“mike i have to get ready” you giggle at his affection.

“no, not yet, please” he grumbles in your ear.

“mike i have to shower, unless you want me to smell all day”

“y/n/n, you always smell good” he nudges the space between your neck and ear with his nose and inhales deeply.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“mike c’mon it’s been 20 minutes” you laugh at his ridiculousness.

“ugghhh, fine.” he kisses your neck.

you slip out of bed and leave mike alone. you open the bathroom and turn the shower on, tie your hair up, step in and start washing your body. you hear the door open and peek behind the curtain to see who it is, and looking back at you is mike’s mischievous face.

“mike get out!!” you shriek and laugh.

“relax, relax, i’m just using the toilet”

mike uses the toilet, then leaves, and you carry on with the rest of your shower. you get out and do your skin care, brush your hair, and dry yourself off.

walking back into the bedroom, you see mike lying awake in bed. wrapped in your pink, fluffy towel, you walk towards the window and open it to let some fresh air in.

you walk back over the the wardrobe, open the doors, and search for the perfect dress for the occasion. you pick out a little white dress with lace details, pink dainty flowers, and a little pink bow on. you turn around to face mike.

“what do you think?” you question him.

“i think that that is a very pretty dress, and you should wear that one.” he smiles at you, adoringly.

you smile back at him, turn around, pick out a matching baby pink underwear set, put that on, then put the dress on. mike stares at you and bites his lip, but you don’t realise.

you put deodorant on, sit at your vanity that mike lovingly built for you when you moved in, and do some light makeup. you tie your hair into a high ponytail and add a little pink ribbon around it.

you walk out the room, to go make everyone some breakfast, whilst mike watches your ass as you walk out.

deciding on waffles as being the best option, you make them, and serve them up onto plates, and whilst your laying the table, mike walks up to you and wraps his arms around your waist.

“hey” you giggle. he gives you a squeeze then lets go, to allow you to carry on getting everything ready.

“abby! breakfast is ready!” you shout for the little girl.

she comes skipping through and you and mike greet her, and for the whole of breakfast, you listen contently to abby recalling a dream she had the previous night. you sit down together and eat, just you and your happy little family.

mike does the dishes afterwards, and abby helps you pack the picnic full of your favourite fruits and snacks, cherry and strawberries being one of them. mike packs the car, and 10 minutes later you are all sat in the car, with mike driving, and you and abby singing along to songs on the radio, and laughing together. mike looks across to you and smiles, happy just because you’re happy. he puts his hand on your thigh and moves his thumb up and down.

you finally make it to the beach, and you and abby grab the picnic basket together and run down the steps leading to the sand, holding one handle each. mike laughs at you both and grabs the chairs and towels and walks behind you two.

you and abby run across the beach, shrieking and laughing together, whilst mike watches you two, smiling to himself.

5 minutes of running and laughing down the beach later, you guys find a good spot to sit down and enjoy the prepared food. you eat together, and laugh together, just enjoying each others company. abby goes down to the water to stand and play around with the shallow water. you and mike lie down together on the towel and hold eachother. you talk about everything together, and then just relax. you have never been happier with your two best friends in the world.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

i’m so sorry if this is too long or really bad and boring and repeating!! it’s my first fic ever, so constructive criticism is much appreciated! i also haven’t re-read this very well, so there might be some mistakes! i’m also sorry if the end is rushed, i felt like it was getting too long so i decided to cut it short 😭

if you have any other requests, drop them in my request box, and have a great day!! 🍓🍒

@nanami-s-sunshine

[rudrjobdesk]

IND vs ENG Playing XI: भारत ने दूसरे टी20 में किए चार बड़े बदलाव, हुड्डा बाहर, जानें किसे मिला मौका और कौन हुआ बाहर

IND vs ENG Playing XI: भारत ने दूसरे टी20 में किए चार बड़े बदलाव, हुड्डा बाहर, जानें किसे मिला मौका और कौन हुआ बाहर

Image Source : GETTY Indian cricket team playing XI Highlights इंग्लैंड ने दूसरे मैच में जीता टॉस भारत को पहले बल्लेबाजी का मौका टीम इंडिया में हुए चार बदलाव भारत और इंग्लैंड के बीच तीन मैचों की टी20 सीरीज का आज दूसरा मुकाबला खेला जा रहा है। इंग्लैंड ने टॉस जीतकर भारत को पहले बल्लेबाजी के लिए बुलाया है। पहला मैच जीतने के बावजूद भारतीय टीम में बड़े बदलाव हुए हैं। टीम इंडिया ने इस मैच में कुल…

[emeritusemeritus]

Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight. Pt 7.

[Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley]

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Title: Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

Timeline: Predominately set between GOF and OOTP (some canon has been altered to fit the story)

Summary: Both twins like Gryffindor!reader. Reader likes both twins. How will she decide who to chose in the end? Amortentia might be able to help, or not.

Warnings: Smut, oral sex, p in v sex, established relationships, threesomes, friends to lovers, all the good stuff. NO Twincest. Mentions of illness, Brief mentions of vomiting. Tiny bit of angst, possessiveness, talk of kids. Mentions of dominant behaviour. Snape has a soft spot for reader. Love potions? But none are actually used.

A little fluff, a little smut 🤍 all aboard the Freddie train 🌹

A constant, thumping noise woke you from your heavy sleep, firstly permeating your dreams before you roused, eventually realising it was someone knocking on the door.

Ginny, beside you, groaned as she pulled herself out of the bundle of blankets on the floor and stood up to answer the annoying knock.

Hermione seemed to also groan as she woke up abruptly, sitting straight up in bed on alert as she waited for whoever was knocking to reveal themselves.

"What?" You heard Ginny say abruptly as she flung open the door, making you turn your head towards the noise.

"Bloody hell, had a fight with a thunderbird in your sleep?" the voice laughs, noticing her disheveled appearance.

"What do you want?" She mutters, annoyed.

"Mum says breakfast's ready sleepyheads," you heard George say, at least you were 80% sure it was George; your eyes were still bleary and you're consciousness hadn't fully set in yet.

"Okay," Ginny says, closing the door in George's face.

You rub your eyes and try to come round but it was a struggle. You had gone to bed late after staying up to watch another movie and gossiping well into the night. You'd painted each others nails, talked about boys and pretty much every teenage sleepover cliche you could think of, laughing and giggling until the early hours.

You considered getting changed briefly but when Ginny and Hermione made no attempt to dress, you decided to stay in your pyjamas for breakfast. Ginny threw her robe over herself and you cursed yourself for not bringing yours.

"You go on, I've just got to grab something from Fred and George's room," you told the girls as they made their way downstairs, "tell your mum I'll just be a second."

The door was open and the room was vacant so you stepped into the room and walked straight over to your case, reaching for the jumper you'd left there the previous day, throwing it over you with little thought before making your way to the table.

The twins were sat together for once and the only vacant seat was between Fred and Ginny so you sat down in between them, greeting everyone as you took your place. Ron was already heaping food into his mouth as both Hermione and Molly warned him to chew as everyone else tucked in with more civility than Ron, except maybe for the twins.

You could feel both of their eyes on you as they ate but you ignored them for now, much too tired to be playing games this early in a morning.

"Here you go dear," Molly says, placing down a steaming cup of tea in front of you as she whizzed around. You turned with a wide smile, thankful she'd been so thoughtful and she smiled back, "just like me, can't start the day without a cup of tea."

"And rightly so," Arthur says with a nod as he raises his own mug of tea, making you chuckle. "So what does everyone have planned for today?"

Ron immediately begins talking with his mouthful, explaining that they had all decided to hold a mini quidditch match on the back field and everyone would be joining in.

"Bagsy referee," you said quickly, Not wanting to actually play. It worked out well as there were seven of you and it would have been uneven if not. Ron looks over at you and smiles, nodding, as if he'd already predicted it.

You could still feel Fred's eyes on you so you bit the bullet and turned to look at him, seeing that he was looking at your braids, his eyes washing over your face each time he could sneak a glance.

You frowned, wordlessly asking him why he was looking but he merely smirked and gave you a subtle wink, focusing his attention back to his food.

After breakfast, you walked up to Ginny's room to help her clear up before grabbing your makeup bag and hairbrush and walking to the twins' room. They weren't back yet and so you sat down at the desk and began putting a little bit of makeup on, namely just a little dab of concealer under your slightly puffy, tired eyes and some mascara, finishing with a slick of lip balm.

"Morning," George drawls, walking into the room and noticing you sat at his desk. You turn and smile at him, greeting him with a good morning as you reach out your arms for him, making little grabby hands. He chuckles, walking over to you and immediately lifts you into his arms so that you're stood facing him. You immediately rest your head on his chest, feeling comforted in your sleepy state, knowing that George cuddles would make everything better.

"Still tired baby?" He asks quietly, reaching up to pull a little strand of hair that you'd pulled from your braid out of your face. You nodded into his chest, the soft material of his jumper rubbing against you, feeling his chest rumble with a light chuckle. You felt yourself go a little mushy at him calling you baby, having never heard him call you that before and you couldn't help but smile into his chest.

"Well well well, what do we have here?" You heard Fred say as he walks noisily into the room, shutting the door with a bang. You lift your head from George's chest, still entwined with his body and turn to see Fred smirking at you. "I nip for a piss and he gets all the affection?"

"Ssssh," you say weakly, too tired for his sarcasm as you reach your hand out for him.

"Our girl's still tired," George explains, passing you over to his slightly older brother. You can't help but feel that same warmth at being called our girl, apparently George was attempting to turn you to mush this morning. Fred immediately opens his arms for you as you limply slide from one body to another, instantly burrowing into his chest as his arms wrap tightly around you.

"Wanna take a nap before quidditch?" Fred asks, but you shake your head, knowing you just needed to wake up more.

"Ron'll be pounding at the door soon anyway," you explain, knowing the youngest male Weasley had little to no patience.

As you predicted, it took Ron no less than twenty minutes before he was yelling and banging about trying to get everyone over to the field as quickly as possible. A few years back when Fred and George had wanted to join the quidditch team, the family had made a little homemade quidditch pitch on the field behind the house, made from scrap metal for the goals and a selection of used balls Arthur had managed to find cheap. There was no golden snitch but rather a muggle golf ball Arthur had lying about in the shed which he had enchanted to act like the real thing, he'd even charmed it to turn a golden colour.

Seeing Fred and George in their quidditch robes always made you want to squeeze your legs together, the vivid colours and the silky flowing robes mixed with the rigid leather safety armour did something to you that you couldn't explain. You helped Fred put on his forearm protectors, doing up the little buckles before helping George with his. The attraction died a little at seeing them place their goggles around their necks but still, they made it look better than a his e you'd ever seen.

They grabbed their bats from the little closet and they were ready for the game.

"So do we get a prize if we win?" Fred smirks, pulling you by the hips to crash into his body, flirting and smirking dangerously at you.

"Hmmm, I'd say so," you flirt back, reaching up to place your arms around his neck. His gaze flicks down to your lips and he wastes no time in devouring you, fixing you with a passionate kiss that makes your knees tremble.

"Do we get to chose our reward?" George says, moving in behind you as you pull back from Fred's lips, George's now placing little kisses to your neck, behind your ear.

"You're on opposing teams right?"

"Yeah princess," Fred nods, his brow knitting together as he questions you. "Can't have two world class beaters on the same team now can we?"

"I'll make you a deal," you say, smirking. "Whichever team wins, that brother gets to do anything to me or have anything done to them," you flirt seductively.

"Merlin," you hear George say behind you, pushing his hips into your ass at the sudden arousal that washes over him. Fred growls under his breath and does a little involuntary shiver at your words.

"Brother, you're going down," George says with a sudden determination, flicking his gaze to Fred.

"More like she'll be going down, on me, when I win," Fred bites back sarcastically as equally competitive as his brother.

"Come on!" Fred says, marching out of the room with a renewed vigour that you have to laugh at.

———

It was neck and neck for the majority of the game. You'd been keeping score for the past hour and twenty minutes and it had been a close call a few times as Harry and Ginny had come close to catching the 'snitch' but had not yet managed to catch it.

Due to limited players they had all agreed to sharing some roles and limiting the number of bludgers on the field.

Fred and George were opposing team captains due to their age, or seniority as they had put it, and had picked their teams wisely. Fred had gone first, naturally stating that he was the older twin and had picked Harry, with George choosing Ginny immediately after. Fred then chose Ron and George picked Hermione, though he was left with no choice.

Ron and Hermione were acting as keepers, with Fred and George as beaters and Ginny and Harry were chasers and seekers. The primary goal was to score the highest points within the given time frame of two hours, hence why Harry and Ginny were split between roles. If the snitch could be caught by then it would be an extra bonus and a game winner but unlike regular games, it wouldn't be the primary focus.

"10 points to Team F!" You shout as Harry sneaks a goal Ron. "Well done Harry! Come on Ronald! That big silver hoop behind you is supposed to be guarded!" You shouted out heckling Ron who shot you a glare and held up two fingers as everyone laughed.

You'd been shouting praise and also heckling the entire game, keeping neutral to both teams and you were thoroughly enjoying yourself. All the Weasley's seemed to have a pure talent for quidditch, most especially George you'd noticed, and you had to admit that the twins had a knack for making it as hot as possible.

"WOO well done Hermione!" You shouted as she blocked one of Ginny's shots.

Arthur had come out and dropped off some post game refreshments courtesy of Molly and had sat with you cheering everyone on for a little while.

"Dad... Dad!" Fred shouted with a beaming smile, getting Arthur's attention. "Want to join? I'll sub out for you!" He laughed as he whizzed by. Arthur chuckled and shook his head vigorously, waving off his son as he flew past. George then began shouting over asking for Arthur to join and they did eventually manage to get Arthur to clumsily mount Fred's broom and hover around just far enough off the ground that it could count as flying, though he was mightily unsteady. “It's a young ones game, flying," he laughs, handing Fred the broom back as he claps him on the back and sets off back to the house.

There were only 5 minutes left of the game and Fred's team was winning by 10 points, a fact he was proudly boasting about as he cockily whizzed around the opposing team.

You watched intently as Ginny zipped around doing flamboyant acrobatics on the broom, trying to throw off Hermione, who's eyes were trained in on the youngest Weasley. Ginny suddenly whizzed through Fred and Harry's defences as George and Harry collided mid-air and managed to get one last goal in as Hermione was momentarily distracted.

You cheered and looked at the little chicken shaped egg timer that Molly had leant you and saw that there were just two minutes remaining until the two hour cut off was up. Both teams were now tied, locked in a draw between.

The tension between the teams increased tenfold as you shouted out signalling the last two minutes as the friendly game suddenly turned painfully competitive as each team fought to be the winners, desperate to gain one last goal.

Suddenly, Harry whizzed away on his broom as he approached the goal, narrowly avoiding a bludger that George had slung his way. You frowned, watching Harry suddenly take off in the complete opposite direction, abandoning the quaffel altogether. Ginny immediately took notice of Harry's disappearance and began following him, though her broom was not as quick as Harry's. Harry suddenly lurched, coming to a full stop midair and dropped down atleast 20 feet, pulling back and then lunging forward. He lost his balance and toppled off his broom, falling the last bit of distance onto the ground, which was thankfully not too far away. He managed to fall somewhat gracefully as everyone looked on in shock.

The F team erupted in cheers as Harry suddenly turned and waved the golden snitch in the air, jumping in victory as the other team looked on with sour faces.

"150 points to the F team!" You cheered, announcing their overwhelming victory, just in time for the timer to ring out, signalling the end of the game.

"Fred's team are the winners!"

——-

"So princess, when do I get my prize?" Fred asks cheekily as he peels off his leather arm and shin guards once you and the twins had returned to their room.

"Once you've showered," you joke, hopping onto the bed as you watch both twins change out of their quidditch uniform.

"I don't blame her, you smell like a bin mate," George jokes, tossing his quidditch jumper into the little washing hamper in the corner of their room, shoving a plain, dark grey T-shirt on in its place.

"You're one to talk," Fred mutters, seemingly unable to come up with a better retort, causing George to snort out a laugh before throwing himself onto the bed beside you.

"You know he's right," you say, trying to distance yourself from George, "you both smell like an oozing bundimun."

"How dare you angel," George gasps as he reaches out to pull you closer. You immediately squirm away as you hold back a squeal.

"Shower then cuddles! No chance of me cuddling you both until you've had a good scrub," you laugh though you're being entirely serious.

Fred slinks away to shower, grumbling under his breath as he walks out, leaving just you and George in the room, both of you lounging perpendicularly on the bed.

"So what's our plan tonight?" You ask, reaching over to him to play with his hair, making his eyes flutter closed as he smiles, enjoying the sensation.

"We? Nothing angel, you're all Fred's tonight," George says with a smirk. You immediately stop your ministrations at the new information, not realising tonight would be Fred's night with you.

"What will you do?" You ask, realising only after you'd spoken how worried you sounded at the prospect of George being kicked out of his own room, unless Fred was taking you somewhere.

George simply smiles and winks at you, "that's not your concern tonight angel."

Fred comes back in a little while later, with only a towel wrapped around his hips and messy, drying hair which looks unbelievably good on him. George immediately heads towards the bathroom himself to shower and you're left alone with a cheeky, smirking Fred.

"See something you like princess?" He smirks, pretending to pose for you in his towel. You bite your bottom lip to stop your smile spreading but you nod anyway, looking seductively up at him. He immediately notices the look in your eye and his own eyes seem to darken in both realisation and arousal.

He moves closer to where you are lay on the bed and leans down to kiss you, his hand instantly cupping the curvature of your jaw.

"Do I get my prize now?" He asks, pulling away just slightly to press a kiss to the tip of your nose. You nod, unable to take your gaze away from him, watching how his smile breaks out over his face.

"Anything you want Freddie," you say breathily, a nervous excitement building in you at the thought.

"Get naked, right now," he says, giving you one last kiss before pulling you off the bed and taking your place. Arousal shoots over you at the thought of stripping for him and you briefly thanked yourself mentally for wearing cute underwear.

You take off your thin jumper, dropping it to the floor before shimming out of your jeans, wiggling your hips just a little more than usual. You peel the T-shirt off over your head in a way that briefly pushes your breasts together as you throw it down onto the little pile.

You hear Fred take a deep breath as you stand before him in just your underwear, a pale blue set with floral embroidery on, mostly see through in all the right places.

"You've been wearing that all day under your clothes?" He asks and you nod, biting your lip at his suddenly dominant tone. "Leave them on."

He reaches for you and pulls you by the hand to stand in front of him and immediately begins peppering kissed along the waistband of your panties; the wave of arousal at his actions has you uncomfortably wet already.

"On your knees princess," he says into the skin of your tummy, a little smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He immediately opens up the towel he's wearing, leaving him completely nude before you. Your mouth waters at seeing his perfect cock already hard and leaking, virtually begging to be sucked. You look up into his eyes, finally managing to pull your gaze away from his body to see him staring at you in anticipation, watching your every move.

You begin to kiss his inner thighs, teasing him, making his hips surge up at the contact as you get closer and closer to where he needs your mouth. Each time to get closer, his cock twitches in anticipation and you have to hold back a little smug smile at seeing the affect you have on him.

You surprise him but licking a long stripe on the underside of his cock, from the very bottom right to the leaking tip. He gasps and curses at the contact, staring down at you as you focus on teasing him. His cock twitches again and this time you take pity on him and place his tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the sensitive head as he curses and drops his head back onto the pillows. You begin to take more and more of his beautiful cock into your mouth, deeper each time as your tongue works over him, giving him the best possible sensation you can.

His gaze flicks between watching you take his cock and squeezing his eyes shut tightly at the pleasure. You kiss down the seam of his balls and begin to take them into your mouth, toying with each one and giving them a little suck, earning you an even louder moan from him.

Suddenly, he pulls you away and stares at you for a moment, breathless and aroused.

He suddenly stands and towers over you, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips as you feel his fingers begin to toy with the thin straps of your thing. He roughly pulls it from your body until the tiny panties fall at your ankles, leaving your bare pussy exploded to him.

He kissed your inner thighs as you stand in front of the bed whilst he props himself on the edge of the bed, teasing you as you had him. His kisses move inwards and you can't help but rock your hips, trying to make his tongue make contact with your clit. He smirks, chuckling slightly before leaning in and licking along your pussy lips, getting a taste of you.

His tongue immediately drags down to your centre and he gathers up some of your pooling wetness, moaning as it hits his tongue before dragging his tongue through your folds and up to your clit. He teasingly circles your clit a few times in feather like motions before sucking on it, his mouth wrapping around your little bud and sucking in short sharp bursts, making you gasp and force your hands into his still damp hair.

He moans as your hips rock against his face until he suddenly pulls away and scoots up the bed so he's now lying back down. "Want you to sit that pretty pussy on my face sweetheart," he says, holding out his hand for you to grab onto.

He manhandles you into position, facing away from him so you're face to face with his raging erection and his mouth is in perfect reach of your pink pussy. His tongue finds your clit and you have to force yourself to hold back a loud shout at the sensation, finding that the new angle was absolutely perfect. You felt his tongue prodding at your wet little hole and you couldn't help but spill out a moan that earned you a swift spank your bum cheek.

Not able to wait any longer you immediately put your mouth back on his cock, sucking with everything you had as you wrapped your lips around him, hollowed out your cheeks and attempted to suck him right down. He moaned and growled into your folds at the feel of your mouth on his cock, fuelling him to lick faster and harder as he focused his attention on your swollen, pink nub that was desperate for him.

You felt yourself building to an almighty climax and couldn't help but roll your hips on his face, desperately chasing your orgasm. He moaned wildly as you began to ride his face, his big hands resting on your bum as he pulled you open, desperate to get as far into your pussy as he could.

You cried out, unable to stop yourself as your orgasm crested, the feel and taste of his cock in your mouth and his perfect mouth on your pussy was too much and you came all over his face. As soon as your orgasm began to drift away, his hips started jerking and you knew he was about to cum himself. He poked his tongue into your dripping hole as you moaned around his cock and he suddenly came down your throat, growling and groaning into your folds as his cock twisted violently in your mouth. You never stopped sucking him until you were certain he had rode out his orgasm, only stopping once he pulled away from you as his limbs fell limp on the bed. You crawled off of him, placing a gentle kiss to his tip before turning to look at him, seeing his eyes closed and a wide, satisfied smile on his lips.

"Merlin princess, think you just sucked my soul out," he says, still smiling and blindly reaching for you.

"Gingers don't have souls," you joked back, using the old time joke you'd heard time and time again.

He barked out a laugh before flicking open one eye, "I was trying to be sweet there," he chuckled and you join him, flopping down onto his chest as you rest your head on his shoulder.

He pulls you into a lazy but sensual kiss and you suddenly taste yourself, only fuelling the sensuality of it all. When he pulls away, his long fingers drift down to your bra which is still on.

"I really like this," he says as his fingers pluck at the little embroidered flowers over the blue material. "And the braids, actually. All of you really."

You look up at him and he has one of the most sincere looks in his eye that it momentarily shocks you, seeing so much adoration in them that you can only smile and burrow into his chest. He kissed the top of your head as you burrow and just holds you for a few moments.

"We really need to change these sheets," you say as you pull away to get dressed after one last kiss, "George will be mortified if he has to sleep on these."

You turn as your hear Fred let out a dark chuckle,

"Georgie isn't sleeping here tonight."

[wardenparker]

The Viper's Bride - ch 12

Oberyn Martell x female reader x Ellaria Sand x OC Co-written with @absurdthirst

The second Prince of Dorne has lived under the illusion that he would not be forced to wed for his entire life. He has enough lovers and illegitimate children to make him a legend across Westeros, and the love of his soulmate Ellaria Sand to content him. But a contract between his brother and a lord from the north will catapult him into a match that may prove to be as complicated as it is intriguing. Especially when he learns that you already have a soulmate of your own.

Rating: E for Explicit. 18+ Word Count: 11.4k Warnings: *Blanket warnings for this series: terrible parents, age gap 10+ years, arranged marriage, classicism, cursing, food and alcohol, internalized homophobia. Reader is described as having hair long enough to braid. This is a MMFF polycule, folx. Get on board or don't click to keep reading. Pregnancy!* Mentions of sexism, abuse (parent to child), talk of even more arranged marriages (including one with a wildly inappropriate age difference), Oberyn's intense flirting gets a warning of its own. Fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, pregnant sex, rough sex, foursome, group sex. Summary: Saying good-bye to your mother is the beginning of a trying day which ends on a surprisingly positive note. Notes: The blanket warnings for the story have been added to this chapter! 🧡

Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4 ~ Ch 5 ~ Ch 6 ~ Ch 7 ~ Ch 8 ~ Ch 9 ~ Ch 10 ~ Ch 11

Leyth smiles to herself the next morning when she comes into the room as quietly as possible with a breakfast tray laid for four. Drawing back the curtains and letting sun into the room only just stirs the easily-woken princess from her dreams but the comfort of having her lovers on either side of her seems to soothe her again and even sharp-minded and highly aware Ellaria continues to sleep soundly on the prince's other side. Tangled limbs keep the lovers all tightly nestled together, and Leyth decides that another half hour of slumber cannot be a terrible way to begin today. There will be plenty more stress with the trial's continuation today just as there was interminable stress last night, and she exits the room again as gently as she came. There is a fixture to mend on one of the princess's dresses in the meantime, and she can do that in her chair outside the door.

Twenty minutes later, Oberyn stirs slightly, opening his eyes and humming when he sees that Raeden and Ellaria are still wrapped around you and him. The foot against his own is the other lord’s and the hand wrapped around his waist is his own lover’s. He and Raeden are cocooned around you and Ellaria and he watches as your soulmate’s eyes slowly start to open.

The sun always wakes Raeden, and it is something of a small miracle that he did not open his eyes immediately on the curtains being opened. Instead he drifts from pleasant dreams into the cool morning. Rather than being disoriented by waking up naturally he all but sighs and lets the bed claim his heavy body for a little while longer. Though he had thought for weeks now that the first time he woke up to find the prince's eyes on him might be strange or even awkward, it is the furthest from it – and Raeden finds himself smiling instinctively as his eyes meet Oberyn's.

Oberyn’s answering smile is softer than it would have been if he had been seeking out physical intimacy. It will come, of that he is now certain, but he can wait until the other man is ready. “They are beautiful when they sleep, no?” He murmurs quietly.

“Always.” Careful to whisper, Raeden’s hand on your waist does not move even though he wishes to reach out at this moment. He is not necessarily afraid now – but he has no wish to wake you.

“You love her, don’t you?” Oberyn asks softly, reaching up and brushing a dark lock of her hair from Ellaria’s face. She doesn’t stir, although she sighs. “Ellaria?”

He had been expecting the question but it does not make him any less eager to have that conversation. While Raeden no longer fears being barred from your life in any way and does not think the prince would take exception to the connection between himself and Ellaria, he cannot be sure. “I—” He exhales softly in the morning sunlight and shrugs almost imperceptibly as if in apology. “I do,” he admits without the shame Which he has felt originally. “I love them both.”

“Good.” Oberyn nods, relieved by that fact. He does not think that the other man would lie about something that important. If what he suspects is true, he would want nothing more than for his lover to have the heart of the other man.

“And you?” Raeden prompts, not wanting to let the chance for affirmation slip by. Having seen how you have been worth your husband – and he with you – he might presume to know the answer already. But it would be a presumption.

“I love her.” Oberyn has no problem acknowledging that. The words slip from his lips easily. “She is my moon and stars. Ellaria is my sun and world.” His eyes find Raeden’s darker ones and hold his gaze firmly. “Now we just need to see what we are to each other.”

“Something less ethereal, I think,” he hums gently, looking down at you and Ellaria between them. “Your skies are full of beauty already.”

“You are not beautiful?” Oberyn tuts quietly and sends Raeden a disappointed look. “It is a rougher beauty, masculine and strong, but beauty nonetheless.”

Raeden chuckles and the sound is almost bashful as he tries to keep it from growing too loud or shaking you awake. “Am I a bird, then? Or perhaps a dragon?”

“Raeden Dragonstone.” He hums in amusement and nods. “I like it.”

This time when he laughs he almost barks it out, stifling the sound with his hand and pressing a kiss into your hair immediately afterward in apology as you stir against him. “After already having given me so much, you would do this as well?” He asks, dark eyes wide with disbelief.

“Do what?” Oberyn frowns in confusion.

“Dorne may not care if a man is born a bastard, but the rest of Westeros does,” Raeden reminds him, expression drawn in apology. He had thought the prince was making an offer, but he can see now that it was just a fleeting thought. “Stone is a name that carries great burden and shame, even with the promise of a new beginning.”

Oberyn understands immediately and nods. “Dragonstone is a good name, but I cannot choose it for you, handsome.” He explains. “It must be a name you like. One you will be proud of carrying.” His hand slides across his lover and yours and his fingers slide up the curve of the strong jaw of the other man. “If I were to choose, you would be Lord Sunstone of Dorne.”

“What is a sunstone, then?” It sounds like it ought to be a real stone, and Oberyn’s touch warms through his skin to make his cheeks burn. “Perhaps I will consider it.”

“Copper colored stones that glitter in the sun.” Oberyn tells him with a soft curve of his lips as he talks of it. “Warm and beautiful, even more so when they are polished and the beauty is recognized and appreciated. Like you.”

“I cannot imagine being the unwitting recipient of any of your compliments,” Raeden’s smile widens and he swallows a laugh that might otherwise have shaken your body as well as his. “It is a flattering sentiment. And something to think about.”

“You go by Stone now, but when we forge your house banner and creed, you will decide a name that you see fit.” He declares, sending the other man a small wink and feels though there are secrets, this will work out for the best of everyone.

“I will never be able to thank you properly,” the younger man murmurs, noting that he understands there is still time for all of these things to fall into place. But in a moment of gratitude he reaches for Oberyn’s hand and squeezes it gently. “But I will never give you cause to regret your kindness toward me.”

“There is no need to thank me.” The prince assures him. “The Vale lost a valuable man and Dorne has no wish to squander valuable men. In my bed or out of it, soulmate to my wife or no.” He looks deep into your lover’s eyes. “You earned your place at the seat, it is your turn to play the games of nobles. I will just teach you how to win.”

“What my husband can’t teach you is how to whisper.” You mumble, stifling a yawn as you crack your eyes open to first find Oberyn smiling at you in amusement. “Luckily, I was already dreaming of you both.”

“Only the sweetest of dreams for my Princess.” Oberyn coos, his hand joined with Raeden’s sliding down to caress your cheek. “What were you dreaming of, my love?”

“Our passage to Dorne.” Their combined hands on your skin make you hum with comfort. “Or I think it was. There was a ship, at least.”

“Oh?” Oberyn’s brow ticks up curiously. “Did we spend the voyage in a tangle of limbs and drenching pleasure?”

“Let us hope my dreams are not prophetic.” You huff but keep your voice to a whisper. “I was sick. Seasickness sounds most unpleasant.”

“So we were lavishing you with attention.” He chuckles quietly.

“That is not a hard thing to do.” Ellaria’s voice is sleep filled and her eyes heavy when she opens them to smile at you.

“I shall become very spoiled if you all dote on me so much.” Still, it does not keep you from smiling at them all or distributing a kiss to each of them now that you are all awake. “Good morning, dear ones.”

Ellaria accepts her kiss from you and then in turn gives Oberyn and Raeden one. “I believe that as the woman who is carrying the Prince’s future heir, you deserve to be spoiled and doted on.” She tells you. “Correct, lover?”

Your eyes widen, mouth slacking open, and you stumble for a moment to string even two sounds together, let alone words. “How did you—?” You ask in wonder, when your mouth and mind finally work again. Maester Rhodestone had performed his rituals and examination yesterday and determined you are, indeed, with child. But only Cal knew, and you had sworn him to secrecy until you could tell Oberyn.

Her lips purse in a small smirk and she reaches out to cup your cheeks. “My lovely girl, I have carried four of his children.” She reminds you. “You mentioned your breasts being tender when you removed your corset and the laces were more lax than they have ever been, meaning your stomach is slightly swollen.” She bites her lip. “Are you angry I spoiled a surprise?”

“No.” You could not be. Not when the news is so welcome. But even as you squeeze Ellaria’s hands in yours, you look between both men with apprehension. “Maester Rhodestone confirmed it for me yesterday. Though it is early, he was certain.”

The choked cry of happiness is Oberyn’s and he laughs as he reaches for you. Pulling you over his lover and on top of him so he can lunge up and press his lips to yours. “Does that mean you are excited, love?” When he finally lets you breathe again you feel so light that you could fly, but your arms around each other keep you anchored at least for now.

“I am.” He rasps out, his voice thick with emotion as his hand slides down over your ass. “A little prince or princess to roam the halls of Sunspear with their Sand Snake siblings.” He hums and kisses you again. “Go kiss your Raeden, love. I know you want to.”

“He says prince or princess now, but it will be a girl.” Ellaria hums, watching as you move across the bed again to go to Raeden’s arms.

“I do love having girls.” He muses and winks at Raeden as he pulls Ellaria into his own embrace.

“You are not upset, my love. Are you?” It had been discussed that you and Oberyn were trying to conceive, and both Raeden and Ellaria had seemed genuinely happy for you. But now that the time has come, the lingering fear that being pregnant with any other man’s child might upset your first soulmate draws your face and wrenches your heart with concern.

Your lover frowns and shakes his head, reaching up to cup your cheeks and pull you close. “I am happy.” He promises you. “Your womb is filled with your husband’s child and I will be able to touch you again. To hold you and not fear disrupting his line.” He leans up and presses his lips to yours to seal his promise to you.

“The next will be yours,” you swear, a shuddering sigh keeping threats of worry at bay as you sink against him. “I promise you.”

He rolls you over, under him, and grins down at you. “I will hold you to it.” He hums, kissing down your neck.

“On my honor.” The words are as serious as you can manage while the feeling of his familiar lips on your skin makes you sigh and giggle alternately.

“Are you happy, my sun?” Oberyn asks Ellaria softly, smiling at the giggling coming from the other side of the bed.

“To have another babe to dote on so soon? Of course.” She nuzzles into his side, dusting kisses along his exposed skin. Oberyn slept clothed last night – something he never does – and it has raised a question in Ellaria’s mind. “If I know you, my love, you will soon have a list of names and be sighing over memories of your other daughters in their infancy.”

“All of our daughters made the sun rise in the East.” He protests, pouting slightly at her before he grins and pulls her close. “If you wish to have another child, with your lover, I would not be angry about it.” He murmurs softly. “You are my soulmate, and our bond is strong enough for others to love.”

“It has been many years since I carried a child, lover,” Ellaria sighs, thinking of how dearly she had loved pregnancy, despite it ending in the pain of childbirth. “My time may be coming soon, as it did for my mother and her sisters. If I am able to bear another child, I will be proud no matter whose seed has planted the babe inside me.”

"I know." He nudges her nose with his and pulls her close for a searing kiss. Eager to touch the woman he has shared a lifetime with and still considers the first true love he's ever had.

A knock on the door comes with the polite clearing of a throat, and Leyth steps into the room with apologies in her posture. “Forgive me, my lords and ladies,” she will forever consider Ellaria a lady. “But there is not much time to ready yourselves. The trial continues.”

Oberyn huffs and shakes his head. "Gods curse this trial." He grumbles. "I despise the theatrics and the lies."

“Hopefully it will not drag on too terribly.” Even lying underneath Raeden, you still frown slightly and reach to run your knuckles along Oberyn’s arm reassuringly. “Although I confess, I am not looking forward to today for other reasons. I promised to meet my father at the docks just before things begin. To…to see my mother’s ship set sail.”

Oberyn frowns and nods, looking towards your lover. "Go with her." He orders Raeden, protective always but even more so now that he knows you carry his child. "I would go myself, but there is no one else I trust more with her safety than you and my lover." He tells him.

“You have to be at the trial.” Raeden agrees. His hand squeezes your hip carefully and he rolls to your side to leave a kiss on your cheek. “I swear she will be safe, and delivered to the trial immediately afterward.” Another day sitting beside you and Queen Margaery during speeches and testimonies stretches out in front of him and he knows it will not be easy for any of you.

"Should I come too, lover?" Ellaria asks you, willing to put herself through the boredom if Oberyn wishes to have more support for you. "I can accompany you to the docks if you would like some more support."

“I do not wish to bore you.” The four of you are starting to sit up and get out of bed as slowly as slugs, but you reach over to kiss Ellaria before getting out of bed. “But I would welcome your company at the dock this morning. I…cannot be sure how I will react, and I would relish the support.”

"Done." She assures you and sends you a small wink. "Give me five minutes and I will be ready, Princess."

“I am afraid I will need more than that,” you laugh, stretching as you stand on two feet again. “Perhaps ten. That is all.”

“Of course.” She stands and saunters towards the other room that she and Raeden have been sharing. “Pregnant women get to take their time.” She blows you a kiss and sashays out through the door.

******

It is not long after that you are walking out into the dock directly under the Red Keep to witness your mother’s departure, and your father is already there. Standing in silence on the wooden planks, he has a soft look of melancholy on his face when you step up beside him and touch his shoulder gently. “Have you been here long, Papa?”

“Before the sun rose.” He admits, sleep eluding him throughout the night and the regrets of past mistakes weighing heavily on his mind. He had failed you, failed Marlee, and he has a hard time reconciling that with the man he thought he was. He reaches over and takes your hand, turning towards you. “I am sorry.” He chokes out. “It was my duty to protect you and I failed.”

“We were all hurt by her, Papa. You especially.” You hold his hands faithfully and give them a gentle squeeze. “She took great pains to hide her true face from you. Or at least to keep her treatment of me away from your eyes. You cannot be blamed for that.”

“You did not feel like I would protect you.” He argues. “Or believe you. Otherwise you would have come to me. Told me what your mother was doing.”

He is right, and the separate shames you both feel over that fact is something that can only heal with time. “It is over now,” you offer instead. “She may have harmed us, but she will not be able to harm any of my brothers’ children. Or mine.”

“No, she will not.” Despite his feelings, he is determined that his grandchildren and his daughter will suffer no more. “I have already written a letter to your brothers.” He tells you quietly.

"I can only hope they will not be too angry at the news." You hang your head slightly and feel your shoulders drop. "I will write to them as well, to tell them everything that has transpired between her and I since leaving the Vale. There...was much. And the worst of it was directed not only at me but at Raeden, as well."

“Tell me.” Your father begs quietly. “Tell me what made you elope with the Prince. It must have been her.” He’s realized that he was denied seeing his daughter as a bride because of his wife and it saddens him even more.

The most you can do as you swallow down the memory of that day is nod solemnly and look back at Raeden and Ellaria nearby. "She...was going to claim that Raeden had forced himself on her. Which would have been a death sentence. B–because she was angry with how I spoke to her in front of the prince the morning we met."

“Gods be damned.” Your father’s eyes widen and he realizes the depth of his wife’s rottenness. “And you ran to the prince to beg him to marry you in order to keep Raeden away from her.” He guesses quietly.

"The only solution I could think of was to make Raeden a Dornish subject." You nod again, telling him that he understands correctly. "You had sworn him to protect me specifically and not our family, so I could save my soulmate by marrying."

“You are smarter than any man.” Your father praises quietly. “You remind me of my Marlee.” He reveals. “That is why I could not force a match before now.”

"I am sorry she was taken from you." Having almost lost your soulmate, you cannot imagine the pain of making your way through the world without him. "Would it..." Looking back at Ellaria and Raeden, they seem not quite to be reading your thoughts but nod to encourage wherever it is that your mind is going. "Perhaps you would like to travel on to Dorne with us when we leave King's Landing? Spend a little time there before returning home again?" Your hand lights on his shoulder and you remind yourself to smile. "There will be an official royal wedding to celebrate, even though we have already been wed."

“I confess, I do not know how your dynamic works.” He admits. “I know the rumors of the prince and it seems as if he still does what he wishes, but I will never judge you for finding happiness.” He turns and looks you in the eyes. “If you would not be bothered by it, I would like to go to Dorne again. Feel close to Marlee.”

It would not be bothersome to you in the least, and you have no desire to discuss the sharing of your bed with your father, so you gloss over it and hug him tightly. "Perhaps you will decide to stay long enough to see the birth of your next grandchild."

“Have you told your husband you are carrying yet?” He asks. He’s aware that the other woman who is standing off to the side is Oberyn’s lover, and might not know.

"This morning." The smile that it brings to your face is bright, and if it were a less inappropriate moment you know that you would be standing between Ellaria and Raeden with your hands tightly in each of theirs. "We are all excited. It will be something joyful to think of with all the darkness around us as of late."

“It is his child?” Your father asks softly, not wanting to insult you, but curious.

“Yes. There is no doubt of that.” It actually makes you laugh a little, which you stifle and look back at Raeden with a smile. “You do not have to understand the arrangement I have with my husband, Papa. Or the freedom with which I have given my heart. But know that all of the children I bear, regardless of whether the father is Oberyn or Raeden, will be loved equally.”

“I have no doubt and I will have no ill words about it.” He frowns. “There have been too many hateful words directed towards you and I wish for you to have nothing but happiness and love.”

“Then rejoice, because I have those things in spades.” Your life is so far from what you expected and yet so rich, and you hope that he can see the honesty of it in your eyes. “Her plan to cause my misery has backfired entirely. I am happier than I have ever been, and Raeden prospers like never before.”

“Then I am a happy man.” He lifts your hand to his lips and kisses the back of it just as a carriage comes into sight. His sigh is heavy and he squeezes your fingers. “Your mother.”

The carriage is plain, nothing ornate about it or the bars built into its door where an open window might have otherwise been. You hold tight to your father’s hand as that same door swings open and a guard from the keep leads a woman in septa’s clothing from inside. She is screeching and howling, threats made in every direction although the guard ignores her entirely. “Just as we left her, I see,” you murmur to your father with a sigh.

“Take your hands off of me!” Your mother howls. “Don’t you know who I am? I will have your balls removed from your body.” She struggles, trying to get away from the guard, but he is holding her by the chains around her wrists.

“You no longer have the power to make threats, Mother,” you remind her, stepping forward as the guard leads her toward the dock where you have been standing. “You no longer have any power at all.”

“You little bitch!” She hisses, spitting at you when she gets close enough. “You did this. You could not stand leaving your father and knowing that his time and attention would be mine.”

“I am sorry to hear you think so.” Causing more of a fight by reminding her that he intended to leave her with her brother before returning to the Vale will not do good for anyone. “I did what I must, for the safety of the people I love.”

“They don’t love you, you stupid girl.” She sneers, smirking viciously. “Your husband will fuck any and everyone he sees and your soulmate–” her dark eyes turn venomously on Raeden. “–will leave you behind to find a legitimate wife. Someone who can give him more than bastards. You will be all alone.”

Raeden starts at that accusation, knowing he would never leave you regardless of any wife he might ever find, but you shake your head a little to tell him that it is not worth being angry over. In mere moments your mother will be gone from your lives forever and it will be for the best. “I hope that one day you find peace, Mother. Because I promise you, our peace will be immediate. Once you are gone to the Sept to take your vows, we will none of us, spare you another thought. Your name will never pass our lips again. You will be forgotten. And that is the way to be truly alone.”

“You cannot do this.” Her face morphs into a beseeching expression and she shuffles towards your father. “I am your wife.” She reminds him. “I have stood by your side faithfully for nearly thirty years.”

“There is more than one kind of faithful,” he tells her, his normally deep and resonant voice sounding thin from sorrow. “Beating and threatening our children is far from faithful. You betrayed my trust, if not my bed. And I think that may be far worse.”

“She deserved every one of those beatings.” Your mother insists. “Naughty, willful child. It was the only thing that could be used to manage her!”

“You ought to have tried love, Mother.” It is too late for such things now, but you take your father’s hand again and swallow a sigh. There are tears forming behind your eyes that you absolutely do not want her to see you shed. She does not deserve a victory in any way. “Papa has loved me unconditionally my entire life and I have done everything he has ever asked of me.”

“Why would I love you?” She snorts. “You are a girl. A girl is less valuable. You have to earn love.”

“I see.” It is something so much more monstrously heartbreaking than you had expected – to hear that you never even stood a chance of having your mother’s love. From the moment you were born you were doomed, and there was nothing that you could have done to cure the evil misdeed of being a daughter to a woman who only wanted sons. “Gods give you peace, then.”

“Take her away,” your father tells the guard, holding all the more tightly to your hand as he gives the command. He cannot stomach any more of her hate or lies, or her desperate pleas for clemency. The sooner she is gone and he is free of her, the better.

Ellaria moves to your side, her fingers lacing through yours and squeezing tight as she watches your mother fight the inevitable and being dragged up the gangway onto the ship. “Girls are not less valuable than boys.” She understands you know that, but she needs to make her point. “Can you imagine a man pushing a baby out of his ass? People would cease to exist.” The joke falls flat, unable to comfort you.

“I did nothing wrong.” The tears fall freely with her at your side, and now that your mother is far enough away not to be able to see them. “My crime was simply existing, wasn’t it?”

“Your mother is broken.” She tells you simply, turning towards you to command your attention and reaching up to dry your eyes. “Obara’s mother was angry that she did not wish to stay with her, sell her body and lead the same life as her. Cursed her as Oberyn carried her away from hovel she lived in and wished death upon her child.” She shakes her head, frowning at the memory. “Some women are not meant to be mothers and yours is one of them. She was broken. Never you.”

Your free hand comes up to touch your unchanged belly – feeling slightly uncomfortable these days but still unchanged by the baby inside. “I hope she’s a girl,” you murmur, hanging your head beside Ellaria’s. “With all my heart. So that there will be one more girl in this world who knows nothing but pure love from her mother.”

Her other hand covers your gently and she hums softly. “She will have nothing but love from her entire family.” She promises you, her dark eyes on yours and she would kiss you if it wasn’t for your father being near. “Whatever they might be to her.”

“Thank you, love.” The love you feel for Ellaria may be slightly different than how you love Raeden or Oberyn, but it is not lesser. It is richer in some ways, or more complicated, but certainly not less than anything.

“Do not thank me until you are embracing your child and cooing lovingly to them.” She tells you with a smile.

“In time.” Your hand moves to Ellaria’s cheek, the supportive motion lasting only a few seconds before you offer her and Raeden the best smile you can muster. “Papa…” he is just beside you, but you know he is watching the ship as it readies to sail with the tide. “The trial will be starting soon and I must be there for my husband and the queen. But…will you have supper with us tonight? I do not wish for you to be alone too much. Not so soon.”

Your father smiles wanly and shakes his head. “Perhaps another night.” He pleads. “I–I need to be alone tonight at least.” He reaches for your hand and wishes for you to understand. “I wish to grieve and leave ill thoughts behind before I have dinner with you…again.”

Grieving is certainly something you are familiar with, even if not in the same way. He is grieving his past in many ways, while you grieved an entire future. “I understand. But if you decide you would rather have company, please do not hesitate?”

“I promise.” He tells you. “Go, I will be watching the horizon long after the sails disappear.”

“I would stay with you,” you cringe, knowing that this situation never could have been foreseen. “But a promise to a queen cannot be broken.”

“No.” He shakes his head. “Go and be the princess that Dorne needs.” His smile is more genuine this time. “I am proud of you, my daughter. And I love you. I have loved you since the septa placed your squawking, squirming, little body into my hands.”

“And I love you, Papa.” Both of your arms encircle him in a tight hug, and you squeeze your father against you for just a moment, careful not to let more tears fall.

“Go, Princess.” He whispers softly. “Take your lovers and see the trial well.”

“I pray it sends swiftly and fairly.” With one more hug, you reach instead for Raeden and Ellaria’s hands to return to the keep.

******

Oberyn watches the doors to the great hall, eager to see you and make sure that your eyes are not devastated. If they are, he will call for a break to comfort you. His child. You are carrying his child. It was planned, it was expected, and despite having eight other children that he loves, he is excited beyond measure because of the babe that lies in your womb.

There is no mistaking the direct gaze on the doors when you walk in. It takes no trouble to search out the judges of this business, but Oberyn is watching. He has been waiting and it shows in his eyes. You nod when your eyes meet, not quite smiling but able to communicate across a room that you are as well as can be expected.

Only when you nod, is Oberyn able to relax. Leaning back in his seat and crossing his legs, adopting the careless pose he had managed until this morning. Until you were not there. He’s surprised to see his lover by your side and wonders if that means the send off for your mother was even worse than he imagined.

“Just here.” You have spotted Queen Margaery in her seat not too far from where the judges sit and you know that the seat beside her is meant for you. “If you wish to leave Ellaria, none of us will blame you.”

“No.” She hums in amusement. “I will see what all the fuss is about.”

"Then come and sit with us." Not letting go of their hands, you lead Raeden and Ellaria toward the seats sitting open near the queen. "Margaery will be glad to see another friendly face."

She isn’t sure that her face will be especially welcomed by many, but she smiles and follows you towards the widowed queen. “Queen Margaery.” She murmurs quietly, curtseying slightly.

"Ellaria." The younger woman reaches out her hand to clasp Ellaria's quickly before moving to yours. "And my dear princess. Your attendance today is more comforting. Please, will you and Lord Stone join us?"

“If it is your wish, your highness.” Raeden assures her, puffing up proudly at being recognized by the queen.

"Yes," she smiles, and it is more sincere than you have seen from her in a week or more. "Most assuredly. The princess speaks mostly highly of you."

He knows that you would always speak highly of him because of your bond. However, he bows in front of Margaery and smiles. “Then I pray to the Seven I do not disappoint.”

"I do not believe you could." She answers magnanimously, indicating the chair to her other side for him to sit in.

Ellaria’s brow shoots up and she smirks at the way that the queen is obviously flirting with your soulmate and she can’t say that she hates the idea of the queen in bed. Her eyes find yours and she winks.

Determined not to react at all when there are surely eyes on you from all over the room, you clear your throat gently in Ellaria's direction. She has noticed something that you have not and you will be most interested to hear about it at the first break of the day.

She pats your hand and leans into your side, weaving her arm through yours to side companionably. Ready to sit out the day and see what sort of mess Tyrion Lannister has gotten himself into.

******

By the end of the day, you can feel your energy flagging and your concentration has wandered quite a lot. The midday break was spent having luncheon with the queen as she asked amiable questions about Raeden's training and his new House, as well as showing interest in the daughters Ellaria shares with the Prince. The news of what had happened with your mother had not reached her ears yet and you left it that way, not wanting to spoil the otherwise light conversation. Now that the day's proceedings are over with, though, you are more than glad to make your way back to your chambers with your soulmates and your lover and pretend that the rest of the world does not exist for a little while.

Oberyn keeps his arm around your waist and he pulls you close. "Perhaps we will have a quiet night, just the four of us." He suggests looking behind him to Raeden and Ellaria to see what they think.

"Perfect, lover." Ellaria coos, nodding in agreement. "It has been a taxing day and our expectant mother needs to rest and be pampered."

"You do not have to do anything special," you insist, though you are practically burying yourself in Oberyn's side at the same time. "It is enough to be able to spend time together. Without the difficulties of the day hanging over us."

"Some weak wine, some food, a comfortable bed and three sets of hands to massage your body doesn't sound like a good evening?" Your husband asks, sounding amused that you would turn down such a thing.

Even with your face in his shoulder, you cannot help the sheepish way you smile. "I said you did not have to, my love. That does not mean that I would turn you away if it is what you wanted."

"I will have Leyth bring us plenty of the princess's favorite foods." Raeden offers, reaching out to squeeze your shoulder softly.

"Thank you, love." One step past having accepted your feelings for your husband, it seems as though it is a title that you may use for all of your lovers without hesitation. "I am truly just glad to be able to spend tonight with the three of you. Today was more taxing than I could have expected."

"I know that it was." Ellaria tuts, clicking her tongue slightly as she remembers the horrid scene at the docks. "Now we will relax and make you think of more pleasant things."

"Raeden seems to have made friendly strides with Margaery," you report, letting yourself be led to the overly large chaise lounge that you have been favoring lately. "At least that went well."

"Yes, it seemed very friendly with the pretty widowed queen." Oberyn chuckles and he smirks at the other man. "It would be a young, ripe womb." He muses. "Attached to a very noble name."

"You cannot be seriously suggesting such a thing?" Raeden returns to the room with a dubious expression on his face and an amused shake of his head. "She is curious because you have given me a new House. That is all."

"Curious and desperate to leave this place." He shrugs slightly and opens the door to your rooms. "Something to think on, Dragon-Sun-Stone." He jokes.

"It is impossible to think on." He insists. Not because he finds the widowed queen unattractive by any means – after all, he has eyes – but because once again there is such an enormous difference in stature and he cannot imagine anyone being willing to give up such luxury as she must be used to in order to begin a brand new noble house.

“Says you.” Oberyn tells him. “Once her reputation is in shambles, she will be lucky anyone would wed her. And she knows it. She’s choosing that.”

"And for the life of me I cannot understand why." Raeden busies himself with watering down a cup of wine for you and pouring cups for everyone else.

“Because she will be forced to wed Tommen.” Oberyn answers. “And she knows that if another Baratheon dies, it will be her head as well.”

"Tommen?" His head whips up in concern. "He may be a king, but he is a child."

“That does not matter to a group where his father is his uncle.” Oberyn snorts.

"I hate to think of how far she is willing to stoop to dig her way out of that family," you accept your cup gratefully but sigh. "Not that I consider being bedded by my husband to be low, but to willingly throw her own reputation away? It is such a sacrifice and she should not have to do it."

Oberyn sends you a false pout and a huff. “Bedding me is an experience.” He corrects you, sending Raeden a wink. “Just wait until you find out.”

"One day soon." The chuckle Raeden lets out is lighthearted, something it could not have been even a few days ago. All the time that passes between the four of you makes things much more comfortable.

"So she intends to ruin her reputation and live a life free of restraint? That doesn't sound so terrible."

"Not precisely," you admit with a frown. "She intends to be caught with Oberyn so that she does not have to marry Tommen, but she will still have to marry someone one day. Her father will turn her out if she ends up a spinster."

Oberyn closes the door and smirks as he moves towards his lover and your soulmate. “A pity for one so pretty.”

"She has our hand of friendship." As Oberyn had instructed, you had offered her a place in Dorne if she needed safety. "I dearly hope that she will not end up needing it, but I have done what I can. Or at least, if there is any other help we can offer her, I cannot think of it."

“Enough about the queen.” Oberyn has bored of the conversation and is more interested in things between the foursome in the room. “Let us relax and enjoy our evening.”

"What would you rather talk about, lover?" Ellaria hums, setting herself down on the small extension beside your chaise with her own cup of wine.

“Soulmates.” He pours himself a cup now that everyone else has one and saunters over towards the group.

"Is that so?" You do your very best not to squirm or be visibly concerned, but Oberyn seems very pointed about his choice of discussion.

“Yes, it’s fascinating, isn’t it?” He drops onto the chaise beside you and curls around your body to rub your stomach.

"Possibly." Accepting the kiss that he places on your lips is easy, but you clear your throat gently afterward. "Are you thinking of the children, perhaps, husband? Of your daughters' soulmates?"

“Did you know that second soulmates are a possibility?” He asks the room, ignoring your questions.

"It...has never been documented." Ellaria's posture remains unbothered though her voice is tense.

"They speak of second soulmates in fairy stories," Raeden agrees quickly, before burying his face behind his wine. "To comfort those who have lost their soulmates too early."

“No, there are documented cases of second soulmates.” He notices how the other two are tensed up and he can read the guilt that flashes in their eyes. “Star went to the Citadel and was loaned a book on it. Interesting things.”

"How fascinating." Affecting an air of complete calm, Raeden offers you a smile now that he has gathered his own wits. "There is simply not any topic she can resist reading about."

“Yes. I read about it after everyone fell asleep.” Oberyn reveals. He had slipped from the bed easily and poured through the book. “I fear we have that in common.”

"Did a particular story intrigue you, lover?" Ellaria asks, a note of hope in her voice that this is simply some odd non-sequitur to tell you all what he had read in the maester's book.

“Several.” He admits, looking over at the woman who has shared a life with him for so long. “The ones that intrigued me most were the stories of having two soulmates at the same time. Apparently it is extremely rare, something the old gods and the new see fit to give very few people.”

"That sounds exceedingly rare," she agrees, focusing on her wine and glancing toward the door now and then, presumably to see if Leyth will appear with supper to be shared. "They must have been very interesting stories."

“They are. The thing that I have concluded is, that for a second soulmate to be possible, there must be a change of fate.” Oberyn tells you all, his eyes sharp and his mind whirling. He had admittedly been thinking more about the situation than the testimony today.

"That seems most unusual indeed." Although, you have to admit, it does make sense. For your situation, anyway. You have all had a rather extreme change of fate in the last few weeks.

“Yes.” He slides his hands up your body and cups your breast idly as he talks, as if he is not having the most serious conversation of his life with the people who mean the world to him. “There is no shame in having two soulmates. As long as everyone is comfortable with it.” His eyes turn to Ellaria and Raeden. “I am comfortable wearing Ellaria and Star’s marks, aren’t you, Stone?”

Raeden freezes momentarily, but he is not alone in that. You and Ellaria are also sitting stock still and staring at Oberyn with open mouths. "You–?" When Raeden manages to form a syllable again, he is fumbling in his seat and nearly spills his wine down his doublet. "You wear th–them both?" He gasps, needing to be absolutely sure that he has heard the prince correctly.

“As do you.” Oberyn says breezily, as if he is not only accusing Raeden of keeping secrets but revealing them at the same time. “It seems as if our little foursome is bound together in two different ways.” His shirt is easily pulled over his head and he twists around to reveal your marks on his back. “My soulmate and your soulmate are also soulmates, Star. As well as you and I.”

“When?” Ellaria asks, more demand in her voice than you would have expected. She is not angry so much as badly shaken, and trying to piece together every bit of information. “How long have you had them? How long have you known?”

“Our marks showed up just a few days ago. Right before the trial started.” He tells his lover. “I suspected yours a few days before that.”

“You suspected it even before?” That news flabbergasts you in your own right. But then – Oberyn’s intelligence should not be underestimated.

“My lover never is shy about exposing her body.” Oberyn tells you. “Fumbling for clothes, modesty, it is not in her nature.” He tuts, reaching out and stroking Ellaria’s arm. “Is it, my love?”

“And if I had claimed it was for the princess’s comfort?” There is no use in arguing the facts, but Ellaria is interested in whether or not Oberyn would have accepted that lie.

“You were worried she would be upset.” He’s already guessed as much. That the two of them feared your reaction to knowing that Raeden shared a bond as intimate as a soulmate connection with another. That you would feel like you were not good enough.

“It certainly would have been a shock,” you admit, looking down at your hands. “I may not have taken it very well at all…depending on when they had appeared. How quickly, I mean.”

“Yes.” Raeden nods, slightly sad. “Which is why we couldn’t tell you. We were afraid you would feel like I was abandoning you.”

Disappointed in yourself more than anything else, you give Oberyn a pleading look. “You cannot be cross with them for being correct.”

“I am not cross with them.” He reassures you, leaning in and brushing his nose against yours. “I understand the worry of someone you love. How we both chose to keep it quiet until we knew more.”

“So it is…” you sigh, glad to hear that the deep rumble of Oberyn’s voice is not anger. “That we each…have two soulmates…but we are not all soulmates?”

“Perhaps we could be soulmates, one day.” Ellaria hums, reaching out and taking your hand. Offering you a smile. “Just because we do not share marks does not mean our hearts do not belong to one another.”

“It is odd to think of gaining soulmates,” you admit, lacing your fingers through hers tightly. “But I know I do not love you less for not being my soulmate.”

“It is very telling that she worried about your feelings.” Oberyn adds, kissing your shoulder and sending his other soulmate a warm look.

Ellaria holds tight to your hand as she reaches over you, sinking into Oberyn’s welcoming embrace. She has despised keeping this secret from him despite thinking it was best for you, and now that the truth is out in the open she can feel her heart blossoming once more.

“Go to your lover, Star.” Oberyn whispers in your ear. “Let him know that you are not upset at him.”

Switching places with Ellaria is natural enough, and you take her place on the cushioned sofa beside Raeden to wrap your arms around him and press your forehead to his with a relieved sigh. "I could never be upset with you again, love. One fight was more than enough for us."

His own arms slide around you easily, his own sigh soft and relaxed now that you know. “I’m sorry, my love. I did not want you to think that I was moving on from you. I will never move on from you.” He vows softly, his words resolute.

"Our lives have changed in innumerable ways, my love." Raking your fingernails gently along the length of his neck and shoulders, you find yourself automatically climbing into his lap to be as close as possible. "We never could have known this would happen."

Now that the truth has been revealed, Raeden wants to touch you. To caress every inch of your body and map the new scars that adorn your skin. His lips press to yours frantically while his gentle hands start to work on the laces of your dress. He needs you, more than he needs to breathe and he hopes that you need him just as badly.

From somewhere in the back of your mind you can hear Oberyn's low chuckle and a sigh of pleasure from Ellaria, but all your focus is centered on Raeden at this moment. The solid bulk of him beneath you as he begins to pluck at the lacing of your dress is comforting and oh-so familiar, letting you sink into him all the more fully.

"Infuriating, aren't they?" Oberyn chuckles, having already pulled Ellaria's dress off her willowy frame and caressing her skin. "We will dress our princess in the most scandalous of dresses, perhaps she will roam Sunspear nude so we can just seat her on our cocks whenever we wish."

"Her favorite nightdress," Raeden mumbles, grinning as he pulls back from your lips to kiss along your neck even as he speaks to Oberyn. "Opens with just the slip of a tie. All her dresses should be like that."

“Hmmmm.” Ellaria’s lovely thigh is covered in a familiar scar, the same one that he had traced on you. “Yes. No undergarments. Ready to take us at a moment's notice.” He chuckles. “Though I wish to see what our girls will look like on both our cocks.”

"There is no need to wait to find that out," Ellaria coos, nimble fingers already loosening the ties of Oberyn's soft trousers after tossing away his boots. "That can be a sight for tonight and every night afterward that we desire."

Raeden groans and shakes his head. “If the prince would allow me, I wish to make love to his princess.”

“Does the princess herself have a say in this?” You raise one eyebrow to your husband but the smile tucked up into the corner of your mouth is for both men. Now that you have managed to conceive there is no reason to abstain for you from Raeden’s company and all of you know it.

“Of course she does.” Oberyn snorts. “As long as the maester is sure, I have no problem with my wife deciding what she wants tonight or any night.”

“Rhodestone had no hesitation.” The old man’s certainty had been near giddy, in fact, and his happiness infectious.

“He has called several pregnancies just by looking at the woman.” Oberyn tells you. “It is like a gift he has been given from the gods.”

“Then let us hope he is able to predict many more children for our extended family.” That is what you all are now – family. Tied together by love and loyalty, if not your marks.

“Hmmmm.” Oberyn hums, pleased by the idea and he captures Ellaria’s mouth with a searing kiss. Eager to touch her now that the secrets are no longer between them and he shudders when she presses a kiss to one of your scars.

Sounds of pleasure begin to fill the room in a creeping crescendo. With every taste of skin or loving caress, there is music added to the air. No moves are made to go to separate bedrooms. No flimsy gestures of modesty as the two pairs of soulmates – first soulmates, as you will now have to distinguish – strip each other bare and hold each other as close as human bodies will allow.

Ellaria’s hands tangle into Oberyn’s short hair and she moans into his mouth as she grinds down on his cock. “Are you satisfied, lover?” She breathes out. “Another child of your seed is firmly planted.” One hand leaves him to reach behind her, touching your shoulder and caresses it gently. “In such a lovely womb too.”

You hum as you pull away from Raeden even momentarily, and shiver when he starts to kiss Oberyn’s marks on your skin – ones he knows so well from Ellaria as well. “High praise from one so beautiful,” you return, turning your head to meet her lips next. She meets the kiss with a sigh and smiles against your lips. Her hand sliding around your cheek and down to your neck to anchor herself to you just as Oberyn slides inside her.

Swallowing her moan eagerly, you do not move from Ellaria’s kiss for a moment, but feel Raeden latch onto one of your nipples with eager enthusiasm and nip at the bud so that you will moan along with her. Raeden’s tendency is always to make sure you are dripping wet before he fills you to ensure you feel no discomfort, and he holds to it even now.

Raeden’s fingers are between your thighs, stroking your slit and wondering why he doesn’t feel envy. He’s not upset that Oberyn has put his child in you, he’s eager to see you round with the babe.

“Love—” Panting into Ellaria’s kiss, your hips rock into Raeden’s hand at a much less controlled pace than your hand as it pumps his cock. “You will not hurt me. Please, love.”

“What do you want, Princess?” He nips and kisses at your skin, unsure of how Oberyn has been seeing to your needs.

“As much as you are willing to give.” Breaking from Ellaria only long enough to look down at him, you still shiver at his touch even when it is light. “I have always found pleasure in some pain, my love. Please do not be afraid to take your pleasure from me. I am more than willing to give it.”

He frowns, trying to reconcile the woman that he knows with the woman in his arms now. “Are you sure, my love?”

"Entirely." He has always been careful with you. Treated you as though you might break if he were to use all his strength with you. But that strength is what you crave from him.

His grip on you tightens and he watches you carefully as he does. Wanting to make sure he doesn’t overdo it. Instead of flinching or making any kind of uncomfortable sound, you sigh out a moan and squirm against him eagerly. "More, love," you beg, waiting to see where his limit lies.

Raeden groans and squeezes your hip harshly. He has always worried about hurting you, knowing that he is strong and you have been so mistreated by your mother. To have you ask for a rougher touch has him feeling powerful as his cock twitches and he shoves his hand between your thighs and pushes two fingers into you quickly.

"Gods above." The sharpness of the feeling, the divine neediness of it, makes your body jolt and shudder in the best way. "Yes, love."

Your breathless praise makes him eager to hear more. “Yes?” His mouth trails south and when he wraps his lips around your nipple, he gives you the sharp sting of his teeth.

"Yes!" It stings divinely, making your body feel as though it is being set ablaze one sharp sensation at a time. "It is perfect, my love."

His fingers thrust ruthlessly into you as he continuously bites and sucks on your tits, pulling moans out and he can’t help but spurt pre-cum onto your hand. Turned on and confused, all he can do is give you more.

"It has been far too long," you groan out, only letting go of his length to savor the taste of him from your skin before returning to your greedy strokes. "Have missed feeling you inside of me."

“Mount me.” He is not above begging at this moment. “Take my cock as yours.”

"Gladly." Ellaria is already riding Oberyn beside you with unbridled enthusiasm, and you want nothing more in this moment than to keep the eagerness of the night rising. You shift in Raeden's lap so that you can be sure you are over his cock, then pull his hand away so you can plunge yourself onto him as if it were a personal goal to take all of him at once. And perhaps it is, if you are honest with yourself, because you keen rapturously at the overwhelming feeling of it.

Raeden nearly chokes, his grip on your body turning bruising as you quickly envelope him. Gasping out your name and his toes curl when you squeeze him.

Not having to hide your pleasure has taught you to explore volume, and you cry out happily when Raeden’s hips snap up instinctively to meet yours and end up pushing his length even deeper inside you. Riding him puts you in a position to determine your own pace, and you set one that is both energetic and sharp, making sure that every time you impale yourself on him it is a quick and decisive stroke that makes your grasping, soaking pussy squeeze him just as tightly as the first.

“Gods.” He moans, barely able to tear his eyes from your beautiful form to see Ellaria riding Oberyn with much the same enthusiasm. It’s positively sinful and he doesn’t know if he’s seen a more beautiful sight than this foursome.

“Pray to your lover,” Ellaria quips, leaning over to stroke your shoulder lovingly as she keeps her other hand buried in Oberyn’s curls. “She is goddess enough.”

He couldn’t agree more. “And your prince is a god among men.” He breathes. “One that I wish to serve.”

Leaning down to nip at Raeden’s ear, you moan into his neck and he thrusts up into you and nearly giggle at the delirious feeling of pleasure. “You will not be disappointed.” You can absolutely promise him that.

“Would you want to watch?” He asks breathlessly.

Drawing back from him slowly, with both of your hands cupping his jaw, and your eyes finding his in the candlelight, you nod seriously. “If you wish it. I would enjoy seeing your pleasure.”

Oberyn groans. “Gods, we will have our own orgy.” He vows. “Just the four of us.”

“We could have it anytime you want, husband.” With the revelation of what all of you mean to each other, your hesitations have fled. Nothing stands in the way of enjoying each other completely - at least not as far as you are concerned.

He groans and nods. His fingers tightening on his lover’s hips as he fucks up into her. “My star. My sun. My stone.”

"Right now you are both stone," you tease, grinding down in Raeden's lap and moaning loudly again when his hands push you down to take that much more of his length.

“Of course.” Raeden chuckles. “Two of the most beautiful women in the Seven Kingdoms are on our cocks.”

"You would both live like this." Ellaria muses aloud, her honeyed voice deeper and raspier with each thrust from Oberyn. "Walking around with us on your cocks for everyone to see how we writhe for you."

“You know me so well.” Oberyn grunts. “He would love it too, I know it. I have heard the sounds of your fucking.”

"Soon you will be the one to make him shout," Ellaria predicts without hesitation. She throws her head back and moans with genuine enthusiasm when Oberyn twitches inside her, obviously enjoying the thought of that immensely.

Raeden would have been embarrassed if he wasn’t so fucking turned on, unable to believe that he ever had any doubts of this union between you and the prince.

Grunts and groans take over again, a symphony of carnal pleasure as both men chase the fantasy of each other as well as the reality of the women who were bound to their souls from the very start. Every throaty cry and slap of skin is in perfect harmony and when you reach out to caress Ellaria's sweat-slicked side, she catches your fingers in her own and laces them together tightly. You will take this ride together, it seems to say, so you lean over to tangle yourselves up in a kiss as well.

The men watch, caught up in the beauty of the moment. Too far away from each other to engage in their own kiss, although Raeden’s lips ache with need. Instead, he concentrates on lavishing attention on your body. Sucking and kissing every inch of skin he can reach.

It is with Raeden’s unwavering attentions and the needy increase in his upward thrusts that you are the first to cum. It could have easily been poured into Ellaria’s kiss but you gasp for a breath — letting the sound of your shuddering moan out into the night air and calling Raeden’s name with it. So many silent encounters had marked the beginning of your relationship that it feels freeing and vulnerable in equal measure to cry his name into the nighttime the way you have been Oberyn’s.

“Beautiful.” Ellaria breathes out, watching you with dark eyes that are shining with lust and love. Free now that you know and approve, she feels as if a weight has been lifted. There was never a desire to do anything other than protect you.

"You will be next, love," Raeden rasps out, knowing that Oberyn will have her teetering on the edge of pleasure well before the prince himself lets go.

“Yes she will.” Oberyn hisses out, snapping his hips up harshly and digging his fingers into his lover’s thighs.

It is Ellaria’s cry that saturates the room this time, as her head drops back and she continues to bounce on Oberyn’s cock. Her throaty laugh of pleasure and delight is triumphant. Her unbridled joy at being in Oberyn’s arms again is obvious, but it does not keep her from reaching for you again the way you did for her – tangling your fingers together and squeezing your hands tight as her cries become higher and more breathless.

Oberyn groans her name, watching as your fingers knot together and hold tight. His worry that you and Ellaria would be at odds for the marks you bear is now non-existent. He closes his eyes and increases his own pace, eager to fill his lover again. He's enjoyed the sex with you, he's loved it, but he needs this connection with her.

The beauty of the moment is what causes you to slow your pace in Raeden's lap. Watching the two of them together is like watching art be created, with their passion and their love for each other shining through every moment of togetherness. There is no shame in watching, no discomfort or uneasiness, and you devour the sight in front of you with awe as Ellaria cums with a languid moan only for Oberyn to follow immediately after.

Oberyn's head tilts back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows after a loud moan. Throbbing as he spills deep within his lover's womb and he knows that it won't take. Not with her drinking her tea. "My sun, fuck, I love you."

Ellaria shudders, shaking above him, letting her entire body concentrate on the feeling of bearing down on his length and being flooded with his seed once more before she curls over and buries her face in his neck. "How I love you," she whispers, sighing happily against his hot skin.

Humming, his dark eyes slide over to Raeden. "Fill my princess up, lover." He commands the other man. While he might not have been intimate with him yet, it was only a matter of time.

Raeden takes the order for all he is worth, overlarge hands digging into the flesh of your hips as he pulls you down on to his length once more and sets a quick, needy pace. Watching the three of you come apart in front of him had his cock twitching and pulsing inside of you even when your movements were subtle.

"Turn her over." Oberyn grunts, watching while his cock softens inside Ellaria. "Take charge and fuck her like she needs to be fucked." He knows you enjoy a firmer touch and now that you are being honest, it's time for you to get what you need.

He never has before, and you look down at Raeden with your bottom lip between your teeth. "Would you, love?"

"I–I won't hurt the child?" He asks you and then looks towards your husband. The last thing he wants is to put Oberyn's heir in jeopardy. He's always heard ladies are delicate when they are expecting.

"Do not worry," Ellaria promises, now lying languidly in Oberyn's arms like a contented cat. "No cock in the world is long enough or sharp enough to harm the babe where she lies. And your love will have many more days of wanting all of us before she grows uncomfortable or too sensitive for physical pleasure."

He knows Ellaria would not mince words if she felt it was the wrong thing to do. Oberyn either. His own need to belong and do the right thing to make up for his bastardy still is an obstacle to overcome. He nods and his gaze darkens when he looks back at you, his jaw flexing and he gives himself a moment before he is flipping you onto your back and driving his cock back into you like a battering ram against a gate.

"GODS!" It happens almost too fast to realize what he is doing before you are on your back, sprawled out on the chaise with your head practically in Oberyn and Ellaria's laps. It is the kind of force you expect from your husband -- not from your paramour -- and to find them both capable of it makes you wish that Oberyn could be hard again immediately so you could be shared between them.

"Good, lover." Ellaria coos. "Make her scream for all the keep to hear. Show the kingdom how a good man fucks his girl."

His pace is near brutal, working you up again so quickly and mercilessly that you are crying out to the heavens in no time with a chant of his name over and over again. Even with Ellaria’s nimble fingers plucking at your aching hard nipples and Oberyn’s hand hovering tantalizingly close to your throat, it is praise for Raeden that has your mind blurry and your senses muddled. The only thing that matters is that you get to feel him fill you again, and this time when he does you will be exhausted and cock drunk in bliss.

“Cum in your lover, my stone, and I will lick it out of her.” Oberyn vows, watching the man’s ass flex and his muscles ripple as he fucks you. Enjoying the lewd and titillating sight.

With a promise like that, Raeden cannot help himself. His thrusts turn frantic after fewer than a dozen more, his pace faltering and your strangled praises becoming breathless keens of pleasure until the single bare thread of control he has left snaps and he buries his cock deep inside you one more time. A flood of his seed fills every crevice in your body - and every inch of you sings for him as he slumps against you a moment later.

Oberyn and Ellaria on top of him, shuffle closer as he caresses Raeden’s back. Enjoying the fucked out look on both of your faces and he hums in pleasure at what will be later. Raeden turns his head and the prince grips his chin to urge him to lift up. Pressing his lips to the other man’s in a sensual exchange. Many fraught days have brought the four of you here, but now that all has been revealed it will be a smoother course for your intertwined souls.

______

Master Tags: @pixiedurango @chattychell @winter-fox-queen @lady-himbo @artsymaddie @princess76179 @paintballkid711 @missminkylove @pedrosbrat @ew-erin @sarahjkl82-blog @sharkbait77 @justanotherblonde23 @lv7867 @recklesswit @mylittlesenaar @f0rever15elf @gallowsjoker @steeevienicks @athalien @sherala007 @skvatnavle @thatpinkshirt @jaime1110 @girlimjusttryingtoreadfanfics @goodgriefitsawildworld @greeneyedblondie44 @katheriner1999 @littlemousedroid @harriedandharassed @churchill356 @ajathegreats-blog @haylzcyon   @beardsanddetectives @kirsteng42 @ladykatakuri @adancedivasmom @madiebear @tanzthompson @emilianamason @bigsdinger @xocalliexo @pedr0swh0r3 @avaleineandafryingpan @charlyrmv @avidreader73 @iceclaw101 @loveslide @elegantduckturtle @becsworld @julesonrecord @its-nebuleuse @itsrubberbisquit

My Masterlist!