#I looked it up and was deeply deeply bummed there are no fics like this

[crookedfivefingers]

I had this thought about Ten and Martha traveling back to Venice in the 1700’s.

Naturally, they wind up separated during the trip — which is how Martha eventually finds herself in the company of a charming, if hauntingly familiar stranger…

One who can’t seem to keep his eyes off of her.

Ten x Martha | Martha x Casanova

✨WIP snip from ch.1✨

In May of 1758, the many streets of Venice are packed for the annual Feast of the Ascension —but a day filled with food and laughter is cut short when Martha loses sight of the Doctor in the crowds.

By the time she’s finally able to break free and locate the missing Time Lord, she’s stunned to see him being tugged into a carriage by a beautiful young woman… A carriage that swiftly disappears down the road and out of sight.

Alone, hurting, and more than a little cross, Martha suddenly realizes that she’s stranded in an unfamiliar city… over two hundred years in the past. Bloody brilliant.

She can’t even remember where they parked the TARDIS at this point — not with the endless narrow alleyways and labyrinthine streets.

It’s a modest blessing, but she takes some comfort in knowing she’s at least dressed appropriately for the times, straightening her elaborate wig as she begins walking in the carriage’s general direction.

As time passes, the sun tucks itself away beneath the edge of the horizon, and the crowds finally begin to dissipate. Without the excess noise and foot traffic, Martha has more room to process the events of the evening, sort-of-searching for the long-lost carriage (but mostly brooding) as she puts increasing wear on her shoes.

After some time, the sound of music and laughter drifts into her ears, catching her attention to pull her from the darkness of her thoughts. She allows herself to be drawn towards it without hesitation, and not three minutes later, she’s standing at the edge of a ballroom in the Palazzo Pisani Moretta.

Partying shouldn’t be top of mind, of course — but after a full day of celebrating throughout the city, she can’t imagine putting any more stress on her aching feet. The poor extremities scream for reprieve in the wedge sandals that hide beneath her skirt, scolding her for not putting more thought into her choice of footwear.

To be fair, the move to enter the building isn’t entirely void of strategy. After all, the Doctor could be in here. Seems like just the sort of place his little date might like to mingle, she thinks with a healthy roll of her eyes.

To say the Palazzo is extravagant is putting it mildly. In addition to what may well be a few hundred elite guests in attendance, the spacious hall is adorned from floor to ceiling with finery, the glowing chandeliers illuminating marble statues and countless works of art. Servers in masquerade weave through the crowd with practiced ease, trays of nibbles and beverages balancing on splayed fingertips.

Feeling inspired, Martha snags a cup of wine as soon as she’s close enough to reach for one, downing half of the bitter, eighteenth-century swill with as much haste as her twenty-first-century taste buds will allow. She forces a smile through her grimace when the server looks to her for approval, still concerned with cordiality [even as she crashes a party wherein she knows no one at all].

Partygoers welcome her readily: happy socialites with hair as big and dramatic as the wig she’s been regretting picking out all day. The compliments they lavish her with almost make it feel worth the hassle, however, and in that moment, she’s grateful that the Doctor let her raid the wardrobe. It feels so much easier to exist in a time period without standing out — at least, more than she already feels she does as a black woman.

(The Time Lord really can be thick, can’t he?)

Over and onward, Martha decides to let loose as much as she can, keeping a wary eye out between little sips of murky, purple wet. It’s been at least three hours since she last saw her mate, and though the environment that surrounds her is intoxicating, she can’t deny the little pinpricks of worry that emerge in her gut.

Surely he wouldn’t just sod off for a shag... would he? Leave her all alone without a word?

Is that really something the Doctor is capable of after everything they’ve been through?

An image of his disappearance flitters across her mind’s eye: a flash of a woman’s smiling face as she drags him into her fancy carriage by the lapels, her giggles resounding off the stone walls as they slip away together.

Another image nips at the heels of the former, only this time, it’s the Doctor’s stony expression as he returns from across the field in Farringham, having just had a proposition rejected by Nurse Redfern. The same proposition he made the morning after finding out how his companion truly felt for him, easily filing that information away as a “non-issue.”

Alright, so maybe he can be a bit of a tosser. Great. Maybe he has no interest in being found just yet, being fully aware that Martha can handle her own.

Everything’s always on his terms, anyway.

Furthermore, and she hates to even think it in the first place, but: who’s to say he didn’t think slipping out unannounced was the only way to get away from her for the night?

Blimey. If that’s the way he really thinks of her...

No. No, no, no — those thoughts aren't helpful for anyone. Not right now.

Worst case scenario, Martha will find a kind local to seek shelter with before night’s end, though she prays it doesn’t come to that. The idea of even thinking about sleeping knowing the Doctor is just out there somewhere makes her stomach churn — even if he has got… friendly company.

Sigh.

Time for more wine, she reckons; her eyes flick about the crowd until she spots the closest server, and then she attempts to head in her direction.

While en route, a portly man in technicolor robes requests a dance, which she turns down as politely as possible. Then another guest — a dark-haired noblewoman about forty-five years old — stumbles on the mosaic when her heels catch the train of another woman’s dress, and Martha helps her to her feet.

All the servers carting wine around only seem to be getting further away, and it feels like a sign. Perhaps she shouldn’t be consuming any more alcohol — at least, not until she has a little more peace of mind.

To her surprise, she doesn’t have to wait long at all.

Through a sea of bobbing heads, swaying bodies shrouded in brightly-colored fabrics, and a thin haze of incense smoke, their eyes lock from across the room — and Martha briefly foregoes the right to oxygen.

She knows she should be relieved (or perhaps furious — definitely furious), but as her throat grows tight and dry, all she’s got the presence of mind to feel is the frantic fluttering of her heartbeat as blood roars in her ears.

The Doctor has never looked at her like that.

Temporarily immobile, she can only watch as he approaches her with deliberate, single-minded steps, the dance floor seeming to part naturally around him. He doesn’t falter or pause and he doesn’t need to; this man claims a route that no one capable of sight would dare interfere.

Somehow, in the last few hours, he’s wound up in a loose red tunic, tight black trousers — tights, essentially — and matching black boots. A black, silken band wraps around his neck, purely decorative, bringing the black from the rest of the outfit together to complete the look.

It’s an entirely different getup than the one she helped him pick out this morning, but let it be known that it’s no less gorgeous for it. Even his hair is different than she’s ever seen it, appearing softer and lighter with significantly less product than usual (if any at all), and he looks…

Bloody hell, he looks incredible.

When he arrives, he gets quite close — closer than Martha’s body and mind are anywhere near recovered enough to be prepared for — and she has just enough time to notice the color of his eyes when he takes her hand.

Are his eyes... blue?

The smile he fixes her with is slow and certain; it simmers just as the gaze he ensnares her with. He seems to reach right into her soul’s lowered defenses to bury himself at the thick of it, lifting her hand to his mouth to rest his gentle lips against her skin.

The touch is just jarring enough to wrench Martha out from the clouds as the realization hits her.

This man is not the Doctor.

“I hope you’ll forgive me,” he murmurs, his voice and cadence eerily identical to the one she knows. “If I'm honest, I just couldn’t resist your magnetism for another moment longer.”

His words, though softly spoken, seem louder than anyone or anything else in the room, effectively shutting the rest of the world out.

"Erm," Martha chokes, eyes wide. Stunned. "I-I, er..." She shakes her head slowly, her voice (and brain) temporarily evading her. It feels as though she's fallen through a crack in dimensions. Perhaps she has.

“Right — sorry," the man chuckles. "Bit rude of me. My name's Giac." He finally lowers her hand between them, flashing a wink, giving her fingers the softest of squeezes before letting them slip through his. "Though I must admit... I am far more eager to learn yours.”

Note: This is a post-Blink story in which Martha is seduced by Giacomo, inspiring clarity and an almost possessive jealousy within the Doctor. How ever will he handle it? I’ve also considered an eventual threesome, but should that happen, it will be strictly het Martha-worship. (Also, per the David Tennant miniseries, Giac is pronounced “Jack”)

[thinkingaboutjaedyn]

good days [i.engen x reader]

prompt: moving on from someone you loved after they hurt you is hard, but you do it anyways.

author notes: part three and technically the last part finally! i have been so busy lately which was so annoying, but i can now sit down and write long form fics so yippie for me. enjoy it everyone!

part one: nights like this part two: could've been

GOOD DAY IN MY MIND, SAFE TO

TAKE A STEP OUT

GET SOME AIR NOW, LET YOUR EDGE OUT

TOO SOON, I SPOKE, YOU BE

HEAVY ON MY MIND

CAN YOU GET THE HECK OUT?

I NEED REST NOW, GOT ME BUMMED OUT

YOU SO, YOU SO, YOU, BABY, BABY, BABE

I'VE BEEN ON MY EMPTY MIND SHIT

the moment you landed in san diego and got into your apartment, you cried. relief and guilt washes over you as you sit on the floor (in your haste to leave, you didn't furnish the place just yet). you finally did the one thing you never thought you would be able to pull off; leaving ingrid. the weight of her lies are now off your back, but now a different weight sits there now. how could you? how could you just up and leave her with no warning. deep down you know you don't owe her anything after all the bullshit she pulled, but it's hard to think about that when you leave someone you love so deeply. it feels like you dumped her even though you two were hardly together.

ingrid's guilt tripping really has done a number on you. it's funny really, you always was the one telling her to go to therapy and now you definitely need it. maybe if you left sooner, you wouldn't be looking at different therapists in the san diego area. none look appealing to you or maybe it's just the refusal in your mind to be grouped into any type of group as your ex. it was always ingrid needs therapy, not you. now you realize having her around has impacted your mental way more than you thought. moving on is going to be a mess.

you decide to push away all these messy thoughts as you slip on your jacket; having never taken off your clothes or shoes. getting some air and looking at the new city you will be living in for an indefinite period of time is better than trying to fight against the emotions floating around your mind.

it's windy today, your hair flies around a bit as the wind hits you. the slight chill of it makes you shiver, but it's refreshing. ingrid is still weighing in on your mind as you walk around. heading to the park near your apartment building.

how was she feeling right now? what was she doing right now? has she already tried to reach you?

all these questions make you feel a bit lightheaded. how you wish you could just turn off your mind for an hour or two; get a break away from the anxiety that ingrid gifted you. it can't be helped really. you love her and that won't change for a while. you refuse to make yourself move on faster just because the relationship was a bunch of nothing; the right to dwell or not belongs to you. nobody else can dictate if you should do it faster or slower. not even the words of ingrid in your head that you can imagine her saying.

why would you do this to me?

don't you love me?

you threw everything away..

that's the ingrid that exists in your mind. all her bad moments cloud over the happy ones. you wish it was different, but it isn't.

your lips curl up into a small smile as you look at the sunset. it's beautiful with the sky being a mix of orange, pink, and blue. you use to call ingrid your sunset because just like the sunset she's gorgeous, but is only there for a bit before leaving completely. it was an endearing nickname based off feelings of annoyance and love.

this time around, the sunset is not about ingrid to you. it's about this moment. you have finally left her for good and once that sun sets fully and the moon rises, you promise to yourself to close this chapter of your life. your focus is on taking care of yourself and moving on at your pace.

once you circle back around and reach your apartment, the sun has already set. your head is feeling more empty than from before you left. is this dissociation? or is this just the feelings leaving you right now? you don't really care about it at the moment as you slip off your shoes and jacket. going into your bedroom to go lay on one of the only pieces of furniture in your apartment.

no sheets (you have to go shopping tomorrow), just a pillow. just like the blank mattress, your life is now a blank canvas for you to paint any way you want. how freeing is that.

I TRY TO KEEP FROM LOSIN'

THE REST OF ME

I WORRY I WASTED THE BEST

OF ME ON YOU, BABY

YOU DON'T CARE

SAID, NOT TRYA BE A NUISANCE,

IT'S JUST URGENT

TRYA MAKE SENSE OF LOOSE CHANGE

GOT ME A WAR IN MY MIND

GOTTA LET GO OF WEIGHT, CAN'T

KEEP WHAT'S HOLDING ME

CHOOSE TO WATCH

WHILE THE WORLD BREAK UP

AND FALL ON ME

you have a long list of worries that you carry with you throughout the day; when are you going to finally set up a therapy appointment? when is the next time you're going to see ingrid? have you lost your mind? are you ruined forever?

before you ever got involved with ingrid, you never thought about these things. it wasn't until she started to treat you like shit that all these thoughts started to invade your mind. you hate her. that you know for certain.

the fear of being forever ruined makes you contact a therapist in your area and make an appointment. refusing to be stuck in a pitiful, constantly thinking about your ex state.

you are tired of letting yourself down again and again. the mistake of not leaving ingrid the moment she showed how toxic she could be was the first of many, but now it's different. you have to do this; get some help so all these feelings can be let out somewhere.

you deserve this; this is the start of your new beginning. it won't be tainted by ingrid this time, this is all about you.

the first therapy session was exhausting. not because your therapist, ms. wright, wasn't great. the complete opposite. she was so good that suddenly all the emotions that have been building up inside of you spilled out the moment she asked what's wrong?

the internal desire to just not tell anything and be difficult was strong; a bad habit you have to shake. it's hard when in the past every time you bought up an issue to ingrid she would dismiss and deflect from it, so you just stopped trying. now you have to learn how to communicate your feelings in a healthy manner again. that they aren't miniscule, but important aspects of your being.

in the first session it's a lot of crying and not being able to say what you wanted because the words wouldn't flow out of your mouth. but still ms. wright listens and takes in every word and lets you go at your pace; this is all about you and she lets you know it.

you leave out of the modern styled clinic building with a different feeling from before. the lack of emotional weight is so freeing you want to cry again, but you have already cried enough so no tears come out as you get into your car. still there is a fight within your mind as you drive that distracts you slightly. half of your mind is still feeling guilty for just up and leaving ingrid. the other half is reminding you that she technically left you first and not once, but over and over again. why are you expected to stay, but she is free to run away from you at any moment?

you reach your apartment building after a few minutes, pulling into the parking lot. the light breeze of the san diego evening makes you smile as you get out of the vehicle. walking into the building with a small smile on your face.

healing will be a long process, but you are willing to do it. you have already taken the first step, more than ingrid has ever done for you, so it's a start. the moment your head hits the pillow you're out. for the first time in months you sleep peacefully.

ALL THE WHILE, I'LL AWAIT MY

ARMORED FATE WITH A SMILE

STILL WANNA TRY, STILL BELIEVE

IN (GOOD DAYS)

GOOD DAYS, ALWAYS (GOOD DAYS)

ALWAYS INSIDE (ALWAYS IN MY MIND,

ALWAYS IN MY MIND, MIND)

GOOD DAY LIVING IN MY MIND

TELL ME I'M NOT MY FEARS, MY LIMITATIONS

I DISAPPEAR, IF YOU LET ME

FEELING LIKE (ON YOUR OWN)

FEELING LIKE JERICHO

FEELING LIKE JOB WHEN HE LOSE HIS SHIT

GOTTA HOLD MY OWN, MY CROSS TO BEAR ALONE, I

OOH, PAID A DEAL, WAY TO KILL THE MOOD

KNOW YOU LIKE THAT SHIT, YEAH, GROOVY BABY, BABY

HEAVY ON MY EMPTY MIND SHIT

you constantly have to remind yourself that healing is a process. one that takes time, energy, and willingness. that's so hard to remember on the nights where the only image in your mind is of ingrid every time she left you to dry. the endless times she refused to make you two's relationship work, the fear that always lingers in her eyes when you would open your apartment door to let her inside. the norwegian's biggest fear was someone "catching" you two. whatever that means because at the end of the day what you two were wasn't illegal. she just made it seem like it was. perhaps for ingrid, in her mind for herself, something like that is wrong; is illegal. in the court of the public, it was worthy of punishment is probably what she thought whenever you two kissed. whenever you two cuddled. whenever you two acted like any other couple, was ingrid worrying about how it would look to others?

oh, god and every word she has spoken to you is imprinted into your mind at this point.

you know i can't

if you loved me, you would wait

i swear i love you but i just can't..

ingrid always had a thousand excuses and a thousand more lies to cover up all her problems. it didn't matter if her actions heavily affected you because it was all about her and what she feared and what she needed. what about you? you weren't a fucking robot. fears and worries clung to your conscience too. there were needs that needed to be taken care of too. but did you run and deflect at every turn? no, you wanted to sit down and talk them out like a normal couple would. too bad nothing about you two's arrangement was normal. sneaking around like romeo and juliet wasn't as thrilling as it sounded. and just like those two, you two's story ended in death. ingrid was the first to stab it and you were the one to send another stab straight into it's heart. ripping it apart into shreds until it was unreadable.

however, those nights were just moments in your new life where the past got the better of you; and that's all they would be, moments. those haunting thoughts don't push you into a corner anymore like before. outside of therapy and those late nights, ingrid is the last thing in your mind.

being around your teammates at san diego wave lightens up your day so much. a group of goofballs who refuse to let you be sad for even a second. the times after practice when you all just decide to go to dinner make all the worry in your body leave. transferring from barcelona was possibly the best decision ever for you.

you would have probably isolated yourself back in spain, not wanting to be around ingrid anymore than you have to be.

outside of your teammates, there was something else making the move to the wave worth it; someone else. a pretty journalist who you met at an interview. she wasn't even the one who was interviewing you.

you have bumped into her while looking for the bathroom. saying a quick apology after realizing you bumped into a really pretty woman. she gives you a warm smile, "it's fine" comes from her lips. why do her words sound so satisfying? before you could completely gay panic, you excused yourself and eventually found the bathroom. suddenly feeling too shy to ask that pretty brunette about where to find it.

you thought that would be the end of it. one small interaction that you forget about after a while, but no. the universe for some reason was pushing you and this woman together. she became a regular journalist for the san diego wave. you come to find out her name is julianna; how gorgeous. even when you kept seeing her around, the reminder that you needed to heal and work on your trust issues was constant in the back of your mind. but you couldn't really help it, could you? eventually you started to spend more and more time around her whenever she came around to training or at games. being the first to volunteer for an interview after a good match. it was honestly sorta embarrassing; why were you feeling all giddy like a teenager again? still julianna was still so pretty and kind and many other positive adjectives that you could think of. the woman spoke with such a tone like she was deeply interested in whoever she was talking to. strong eye contact and always having something to say that would lead the conversation to be more interesting.

soon enough the time spent around her bled into spending time outside of soccer. you took the first step one day after asking her out for coffee after a short interview. julianna laughed softly as she asked, "is this a date?" the bashful smile on your lips answered her question. she said yes; leading to one of the best dates you have ever had.

you two spent a good hour at a cafe just talking. getting to know each other outside of y'all's work personalities. the conversation was so good, you two didn't want to end so julianna suggested going to a nearby board walk; and that's exactly what you two did.

sitting beside each other on a bench on the boardwalk, overlooking the ocean. talking for hours until the sun set. it took all the resolve inside of you to not invite her over to your place. you didn't want the date to end, but that was okay as you weren't going to let it be the last.

after dropping off julianna off at her house you headed back to your apartment. a light feeling in your chest as you changed into your pajamas before laying on the couch to find a show to watch. the moments from the date replaying in your mind. you couldn't believe you have been missing out on stuff like this for so long. with ingrid a simple date like that would have never happened. it was too risky because "what if someone sees us" was always her answer whenever you asked to go anywhere outside of your or her's apartment.

it seems like it will be another one of those nights where you think about ingrid. a soft sigh escapes your lips as you reminisce. nothing could ruin how good your day was, but these thoughts were definitely darkening it. you remember the first time you built up the courage to ask ingrid out on a date.

it was around new years, spain was electric with celebration. this was around the early stages of the relationship and still you two have never been out on a proper date; and that bothered you.

you thought it was just because of the busy schedule you both had. being too tired to do anything else but a few cuddles before bed or a hug after practice before going to your two separate apartments. so as you sit next to ingrid on your couch, cuddling up to her, you ask her; "shouldn't we go for dinner. to celebrate the new year?"

the way ingrid tensed up didn't go unnoticed. you look at her confused as she says, "how about we just stay in and cook? that's more romantic, right?" the words sounded forced like that option wasn't even that appealing in all honesty. just a cover up, so she didn't have to say what she actually wanted which was no.

that moment was one that stuck with you throughout the relationship. every lie, broken promise, and lack of attention weighed heavily on you. that should have been the first sign that ingrid was ready to be in a relationship with you, but no. out of pure blind love you moved past that and agreed.

now the fear that julianna might be the same way settles in your mind. she might not have said no to a date, but what about bigger commitments? would she run just like ingrid has.

a string of anger hangs in your heart; this is so unfair. even with ingrid not around she ruins your day in a way only she can. it was fucking frustrating, you wish you didn't have to deal with all the left over baggage she left you.

an annoyed sigh leaves your lips as the sound of all american plays in the background. you decide to push your feelings away and to just indulge in a night full of watching a meaningless tv show; wanting to get annoyed at the problems in the characters lives, not your own.

and that's exactly what you did. watching random shows back to back until you drifted off to sleep.

I GOTTA KEEP FROM LOSIN'

THE REST OF ME (LOSIN' THE REST OF ME)

STILL WORRY THAT I WASTED

THE BEST OF ME ON YOU, BABE

YOU DON'T CARE

SAID, NOT TRYNA BE A NUISANCE,

IT'S JUST URGENT (IT'S URGENT)

TRYNA MAKE SENSE OF LOOSE CHANGE

GOT ME A WAR IN MY MIND (MY MIND)

GOTTA LET GO OF WEIGHT,

CAN'T KEEP WHAT'S HOLDING ME

CHOOSE TO WATCH

WHILE THE WORLD BREAK UP AND FALL ON ME

ALL THE WHILE, I'LL AWAIT MY

ARMORED FATE WITH A SMILE

STILL WANNA TRY, STILL BELIEVE IN

(GOOD DAYS, GOOD DAYS ON MY MIND)

GOOD DAYS (GOOD DAYS ON MY MIND)

ALWAYS SUNNY INSIDE (ALWAYS IN

MY MIND, ALWAYS IN MY MIND, MIND)

GOOD DAY LIVING IN MY MIND

therapy was getting better. ms. wright knew the exact words to say and the exact ways to help you with your mental state. you have started to journal at her request, at first thinking it's slightly childish. writing down all your feelings like some type of diary? you left that in highschool ages ago, but somehow that method still works when it comes to your emotions. whenever your mind felt clouded with ingrid you would write your feelings out.

not only that, but you started to run. outside of your usual workout routine and the training sessions you had as a professional footballer, you never was one to be interested in exercise. most workouts were just ways for you to keep up your physic for games; nothing more. however, running was freeing. not only mentally but physically.

just like how ms. wright has said, mental stress weighs heavily on the body. causing tension and discomfort even though it's all mental. you knew this of course but never wanted to admit how your mental health has been causing your body to feel like it's tight enough to burst at any moment. in your mind it didn't make any sense, but ms. wright reassured you that it was natural. the mind and body are undeniably connected, one will always follow the other. anyways back to running, the feeling of your body being sore as you pant was exhilarating. your chest feeling so light after each run.

you take one in the morning and one at night. making sure not to miss the run at night because that's when your emotions always get the best of you.

not only did you work on finding healthy coping mechanisms to let out your emotions, but you worked on your trust issues.

the process was dreadful.

when people say the path to healing is linear, it's true. some days you felt like you could trust anyone with anything and on others you wished you could isolate yourself from the world so you wouldn't be hurt ever again.

your therapist was there at every step. guiding you and also sometimes letting you figure out some thoughts on your own.

"why do you think i couldn't just, you know, up and leave her?" you asked one day as you sit in front of ms. wright. the tall woman smiles at you. staying silent for a moment before saying, "why do you think so?"

getting a question back for your own questions makes you frown. how were you supposed to know? the whole reason you're in therapy was for your therapist to help you out, not make you figure out issues on your own. that was your mind process at first but after leaving the appointment, you really sorta understood why ms. wright didn't just give you some answer.

there are some things in life that only you know and can answer; this is one of them. you didn't want to sit around or even journal about the why. instead you go for a run. it was around time for your evening run anyways, so why now kill two birds with one stone?

the thoughts flow easily as you step out onto the trail. ready to go down your usual path. the why doesn't come immediately, but you think about your feelings for ingrid again.

it wasn't a lie to say that you loved ingrid. that you were in love with her. why else would you fight for her so badly? not even in just a romantic sense. before you two dated, you were obviously teammates and had a sorta close relationship. hanging out outside of practice with the other barcelona players often. talking about current shows and books that you both liked. it wasn't your fault that you fell in love with the friend version of ingrid. who would have thought she would be so different as a girlfriend?

perhaps that's why you clung on. you hoped, no, begged that that version of ingrid that you knew in the past would come back. that it was deep inside of her and just needed some pulling to come out. you just had to fight for it and throughout all that effort, it would appear. which wasn't true in the slightest. the ingrid from before wasn't the one you knew throughout that time where you two hid and snuck around; you should had known.

well, you just found your why. you smile as you finish your run, turning back around to walk to your car.

did you just realize you were chasing after someone who didn't exist, to you at least, anymore? yeah.

would this realization haunt you for the rest of your life? maybe so..

but still you felt lighter. not just physically, but mentally. the sun looked brighter as it set low in the sky.

god, how gorgeous life is when you aren't chasing after broken dreams. after something that doesn't and will never exist again.

why do you feel so free?

GOTTA GET RIGHT, TRYNA FREE

MY MIND BEFORE THE END OF THE WORLD

I DON'T MISS NO EX, I DON'T MISS NO TEXT

I CHOOSE NOT TO RESPOND

I DON'T REGRET, JUST PRETEND

SHIT NEVER HAPPENED

HALF OF US LAYIN' WASTE TO OUR YOUTH,

IS IN THE PRESENT

HALF OF US CHASIN' FOUNTAINS OF

YOUTH AND IT'S IN THE PRESENT NOW

ALWAYS IN MY MIND, ALWAYS IN MY MIND, MIND

YOU'VE BEEN MAKING ME FEEL LIKE I'M

ALWAYS IN MY MIND, ALWAYS IN MY MIND, MIND

you post julianna on your instagram after four months of being together. she has asked you after a nice dinner date that ended in a walk near the beach. you remember feeling so special, like a priority when she pulled you close by the waist. her hand gently caressing the skin that was exposed there. a warm look in her eyes as she smiles at you. "can i be your girlfriend?" the brunette asked. giggling once you just pulled her into a kiss. no words needed.

back to hard launching you two's relationship, it was a whole new feeling. a mix of uncertainty and happiness was floating around in your heart. what if julianna changed her mind? that she didn't want to publicly claim you? that would definitely drive you insane, but it was the complete opposite. julianna was fine with you posting a picture of you two; the picture is from one of the earlier dates y'all went on. you're holding her face as you kiss the tip of her nose. she's smiling, her hands holding onto your waist.

you could finally do normal couple things like post about cute dates and funny off guard photos and walk around in public while holding hands. there was no risk attached to it. no "we can't let them know" coming from julianna. she was happy to hold your hand and give you a small peck on the cheek while out. the lack of shame was refreshing.

the teasing comments from your teammates on how you charmed the team's journalist away were slightly annoying, but it was all in good fun.

life was truly looking up. your therapy sessions were centered around just ingrid based issues anymore, but others you have been needing help with. ms. wright was one stable support pillar in your life who consoled you for everything; especially the pressure from being a footballer in the limelight. san diego was really shaping up to be your home.

the day you heard about ingrid's new relationship was a day that you wish you could forget. it was a late saturday night, you had just got off a facetime call with julianna who was away in france for some press work. scrolling through instagram, seeing a post about ingrid and mapi dating on your feed. it wasn't some speculation post but one that was completely official. a photo that was obviously posted on one of their instagrams.

that single photo almost made you throw your phone against the wall.

after all the fighting and struggle.

all the begging and trying to help her face her fears.

all it took for ingrid to be open was for her to date someone else? that's all it was? so was it really just an "afraid of being open" thing or a you thing?

a sense of anger hits you. the audacity for her to move on after everything she put you through was laughable. of course you didn't expect her to sit around, crying over the relationship forever. that wasn't realistic or healthy, but you just didn't get it.

what was wrong with you? why couldn't she do that for you?

then came the rush of guilt; you had no reason to be angry. you had moved on, so why couldn't she? it was a double standard that you didn't want to touch on.

it took two hours of journaling to get your feelings sorted out. that sense of anger was just from feeling like this whole situation is unfair. ingrid refused to be public with you; claiming to be afraid, but pops out with mapi? you should be happy for her. that obviously means the norwegian went and got help like you always told her to. she had finally faced her fears.

but you are healing, not healed so you allow yourself to fully stick with your emotions. watching trashy rom coms while thinking about that post.

the next day, you slowly but surely got over it. once you talked to julianna in the morning your feelings were quite small about that lil reveal post. who cares if ingrid moves on? you have moved on too! this is for the best, so you shouldn't care so much about it. at least you wouldn't have to see her any time soon.

or so you thought.

you became a puma athlete only recently after your partnership with adidas ended. puma had the bigger offer, so you went ahead and signed the deal. the athletic brand wanted you to come to an event for their new campaign and you obviously didn't refuse. throwing on a gorgeous dress along with having julianna help you do your hair; keep cute giggles still in your mind as you sat at one of the tables in the large room.

there were many other athletes here, not just footballers. some you knew and others you didn't. it was nice to see players you haven't seen in forever. expect for one in particular.

you were daydreaming about what to do when you went back home. already about to grab your phone to text julianna when you looked up and saw her.

ingrid was sitting at a table across from yours; enjoying some pasta. she looked just the same as when you left her. just as pretty. hopefully not as toxic. your eyes must have been burning her hole through her as she finally looks up and sees you. her eyes dilating slightly as you two hold eye contract.

you're the first to break it. not being able to stand looking into her eyes for any longer. those same eyes that always held fear in them were different now. beside the opposite panic in the norwegian's eyes, there was something else. sprinkles of happiness in her eyes. the sound of a chair moving and steps passing your table snap you out of your thoughts.

ingrid was heading towards the bathroom. should you follow her or would that be weird? with how she looked back at you, maybe she had something to say. did you want to listen? you don't know, so you stand up and follow after her. of course letting a few minutes pass before following; no one could know, right?

once you walk into the bathroom you can hear the water running. ingrid is putting some water on her face. you had to say something to get her attention since she definitely didn't think you would go after her.

"i didn't expect to see you again," you say softly. she gives you a glance, obviously about to say something. the surprise that comes into your mind once she starts apologizing is hard hitting. you never thought she would apologize; that wasn't the type of closure you thought you would ever get.

hearing her apologize and put all the blame on her should be satisfying. finally should be sitting in your mind in bold letters, but it wasn't. after all the therapy and finding someone else, an apology wasn't something you wanted anymore.

"i don't forgive you," the words come out of your mouth easily. you never thought you would ever be able to say that to her; in the past you always ran to forgive her and just forget. not this time around. the small disappointment in her eyes makes you almost reconsider, but no. you have a right to not accept an apology. "but i'm glad you got help. finally," you say genuinely.

you two just stare at each other before you turn and leave out of the bathroom. not wanting to deal with the awkward silence anymore.

ingrid has done it; gave you the thing you needed and wanted from her. and you didn't even accept it.

why was that so freeing to do?

the apology wasn't the closure, being able to give ingrid the rejection and disappointment you experienced from her countless times before was the closure.

you're officially over ingrid engen.

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[🎈] that's not my name [🐧]

[!] this is for the 1k followers mini fics. click here to find out more ✿ pairing: huening kai x reader / idol!txt / non.idol!you / fluff / 681 words / potentially excessive pda (without knowing...) ✿ request: [kiss] + huening kai (for one muse to put butterfly kisses all over the others face) [main masterlist 🌸] / [event masterlist] / [tag: #qqtxt: 1k]

some mornings at the dorm allow you to... do whatever you want considering it's empty. and by empty, you mean empty given that the rest of the boys are gone for the day and that just leaves you and–"holy shit, kai! you scared me!" your voice comes out in a half-yell, half-whisper at the feeling of arms snaking around your waist, with a rather heavy head dipping down to rest on your shoulder. you can hear him smiling as he presses his lips to your neck, "g'morning..."

"gee, good morning to you too," you huff–initially sounding a bit sulky but then it fades to–"did you sleep well?"

"not really," his voice scrapes into your ears, like deep gravel that makes you feel warm inside. he clears his throat, managing to sound like he usually does compared to his morning voice that barely has drunk any water, "woke up. didn't find you there. got upset."

you snicker and use a hand to hit his arms around you, the other resuming to–"well, someone has to put the water to boil for us to drink something before we eat. so sorry for the disappointment, mr. huening."

"no," he huffs, shaking his head as he half-wiggles you around, "that's not my name to you."

"oh?" you use an elbow to nudge him back just as your other hand is free to set the kettle onto the electrical slot and you flick it to switch on to boil. turning around in his arms, your hands now smoothen on his chest before you give it a playful tap. "i didn't know that huening wasn't your name."

his lips resist the urge to pout as he watches you grin up to him like that. he knows his puppy eyes are on display but you're still avoiding it, able to dangle him around by a thread and he'd still follow you till the end. shamelessly, his arms untangle themselves around you just to have his hands free; so he can gently grab you by the face and start his attack of feathering kisses onto your face.

he starts off with your forehead, nose, then it has a free reign to anywhere he can land his lips on your face just as your eyes snap shut in the fit of laughter. your hands shift up to squeeze his shoulders, leveraging him down to not overpower you but be honest, be fair... the second kai grabbed you by the face and started kissing you all over it was game over.

"okay, okay!" you manage to yell past your giggles and his, "baby, you win! you win!"

that grants him to stop just as he kisses your cheek, pulling back with a raised brow, "sorry, come again?"

you exhale deeply and look into his eyes this time; a resigned smile that still shines brighter than any pretty thing he's laid his eyes on. so full and radiant of love; all for him.

"you baby. you win."

satisfied, he hums with a nod. his arms glide back down so he's able to wrap around your waist and he tugs you into his embrace; effortlessly. "good," he sighs, resorting that the time it takes for the water to boil, that's exactly how long he'll be able to hold you for–he taps your bum when he doesn't feel your arms on him–"augh, you man baby." you snort into his shoulder but your actions prove otherwise when your arms mirror his; sliding around his figure and sinking into his arms.

(("i can't believe i just sat through all of that." a voice breaks through your little bubble with kai. it's not too surprising when yeonjun nearly blends into the surroundings but he makes himself known as his head pops up from the sofa.

"oh... hyung... we... i didn't–"

"go for lunch with me and i won't tell a single soul."

"who's paying?" you peep over kai's shoulder, to meet with yeonjun's deadpan expression.

"i'm paying you brats. now get ready so i can eat away my feelings from watching how disgusting you two were in public."))

[blueraineshadows]

Your Leander fic converted me!! I love your writing!! I crave Leander x f!mc spice 😩 would you be open to them celebrating getting a home together and doing it on every surface to ‘christen’ the space? 👀

Thanks for the Request 💕 and welcome to the Leander Train 😁💖 I love how people are falling for him, and I love writing about him.

Leander Prewett x F!MC 🔥🔞 NSFW 🌶

The house was small, a little tired around the edges, and the windows needed cleaning, but MC couldn't stop the huge smile that was spread across her face. She leant her head against Leander's shoulder, his arm wrapped around her, as they gazed at their first home together. It was perfect.

MC hummed in delight as she squeezed herself against him, loving him more than ever, and looked down as he held up the little metal hoop. Two keys dangled from it. One for each of them.

After six months of living with his parents whilst they saved every precious coin, the joy of seeing those keys was almost overwhelming. Their own home, just for them.

"Shall we go inside our house?" He asked. She met his gaze, her heart pounding. She grabbed the front of his jumper and stood on tiptoe to press her mouth to his in a quick, excited kiss. He blushed, his eyes darting up and down the little street in case someone had seen them. "Is that a yes?" He chuckled.

MC nodded. "I can't wait to get you inside," she squealed. She tugged at him, hurrying him towards the door.

"Hey, wait, am I not supposed to carry you over the threshold?" He asked. "You know, tradition, romance...no?"

"No time for that, I've got a better idea," she grinned wickedly.

He laughed as she pulled on his arm, and he let her lead him, fumbling with the keys before pushing one into the lock.

MC was bouncing on the balls of her feet, hanging on to his arm. "Come on, Lee," she urged. "Open it."

He gave her a look, amused and confused. "What's the hurry?"

She grinned and pushed the door as the lock clicked. She hauled him inside and he laughed as she kicked the door closed behind them.

"What...?" He began to ask, but she kissed him, hungry and fierce as she dragged him across the floor away from the door.

None of their furniture was here yet, none of their belongings, but she didn't care. Once she had him near the far wall, she was shoving up his jumper, her hands greedily seeking out his skin underneath.

"MC!" He gasped. She giggled and popped the button on his trousers, her eyes dark and hungry as she looked up at him. "How about a little moving in celebration?"

She slid her hand inside his trousers, rubbing suggestively over his hardening cock, keeping her eyes firmly on his. He gasped again, his face relaxing with pleasure as she teased him. Months of sneaking about his parents' house and keeping their moans quiet had MC fired up. The freedom was making her head spin.

"Fuck... ," he moaned. He pressed his forehead to hers. "You're crazy. My parents will be here soon to help us move our stuff in."

"Then we had better be quick," she whispered. She bit her lower lip, reaching around with her other hand to squeeze his bum. "I like it when you fuck me hard and fast."

"Bloody hell," he gasped. He grabbed her and spun them both, backing her up against the wall. His mouth claimed hers, his tongue swirling deeply, possessively. She moaned, arching upwards and pumped him faster with her hand.

"Quick," she panted. She rucked up her skirt and slipped her underwear down, and Leander lifted her easily, propping her up against the wall.

He met her gaze, his cheeks flushed in excitement as he stroked long fingers against her heat. Her mouth opened, and she groaned, her eyes fluttering closed. He began to tease and then slid a finger inside of her. "Mmm, yes," she breathed.

"Merlin, you're soaked," he muttered. "You're a naughty girl."

"Only for you," she said. She slid one hand around his neck, the other pushing his trousers free of what she wanted. "Now," she begged. "I need you, now."

He filled her so perfectly, his hips thrusting up into her, one arm taking her weight, the other braced up against the wall. The sounds of pleasure spilling from their lips filled the little house, and MC was determined for this to be just the start.

Leander was still flushed, and MC was just finishing fixing her hair when Leander's parents arrived outside the front door. The lovers exchanged a little smile before he went to open it.

....*....

MC lifted a stack of plates out of a box and placed them on the kitchen counter. She couldn't wait to cook dinners and serve them up at their little table, just them two, in their own kitchen.

It had been a long afternoon of arranging furniture and unpacking boxes. Leander and his father had built the bed first at his mother's instruction.

"It's the best idea, because once you're done with all the unpacking, you will be far too tired to build it then," Mrs Prewett had said. "At least you'll have somewhere to lay your head at the end of the day."

Leander and MC had exchanged a look, a rather heated and private look, but his mother must have eyes in the back of her head. Leander had received a swift clout on the arm. "Eyes on your work, son," she had said. "Save that kind of business for when I'm well and truly on my way home."

MC had smothered her giggle, quickly focusing her attention on hanging her dresses in the wardrobe while Leander had flushed crimson, rubbing his arm with a scowl. Leander's father had flashed him a knowing smirk as he arranged the bed frame.

She grinned, remembering the exchange as she began to wipe down the plates, ready to put them in the cupboard. Leander came up behind her, his head bending to kiss her neck, his hands wandering over her waist and hips. "Mmm, hello," he said into her neck. "We're finally alone."

"Got something in mind, have you," she teased. She tilted her head, loving the soft kisses he was trailing up towards her ear. His hand slid up to cup her breast, teasing her through the fabric of her blouse.

"Fancy bending over?" He whispered into her ear. She shivered and bit her lip. She shifted her hips, pressing her arse into him and grinding suggestively. His groan sent sparks flying through her.

MC flung out her hands, scrambling for purchase, her skirt shoved up around her waist as Leander fucked her into the kitchen worktop. He was lifting her hips up, hitting her at a delicious angle, her hands braced against the wooden worktop as she cried out her pleasure.

"Fuck, I'm close," he moaned. His hand wound around her hair, tugging quite sharply as his hips slapped against her backside. She grit her teeth, gasping as he hit up against her, deep and hard.

MC deliberately clenched herself around him and was rewarded with a lovely groan from his mouth, and then he thrust in deep, throbbing with his release. She smiled, breathing hard as he pulled out, his seed spilling onto her inner thigh, hot and wet.

She turned, wrapping her arms around him and seeking out a long, slow kiss. She smiled against his mouth. "Two rooms down, two more to go," she giggled.

"You're keeping a record, are you?" He grinned.

"I want you to take me in every room," she said. She swiped her thumb over his lips, teasing them. "No more sneaking or being quiet. I need to scream your name as we make this house our own."

His eyes widened, scandalised and excited. "What about the neighbours?" He asked, blushing a little. "They might hear us."

She chuckled, pressing kisses along his jaw. "Let them," she taunted.

"MC!" He gasped. Then they both giggled, holding on to each other.

"It's that, or we make good use of a silencing charm," she said. "Either way, I'm determined to have my wicked way with you."

Leander beamed and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I must be the luckiest man alive right now. I love you, so much."

She cupped his face, staring up into his eyes. "Love you more."

....*....

She had to admit it, his mother had been right. It was late, and MC stared at the neatly made bed, the soft pillows looking rather inviting after a long day setting up home.

Leander came out of the bathroom, hair still damp, a towel about his waist. "Bathroom is free," he said. He pressed a kiss to her cheek and opened a drawer to find his pyjamas.

MC eyed the toned muscle in his back and arms from all the work he had done on the family farm over the summer. She was tired and ached a bit, but heat stirred in her belly, especially as a drop of water slid down from his neck and trickled over his shoulder blade.

She moved closer to him, plucking his pyjamas from his hands and dropping them back into his drawer. "You won't be needing those," she said suggestively.

He met her gaze. "Is that so?"

She bit her lip, fingers trailing up over his damp skin to caress his shoulder and along his collar bone. "Wait for me, I'll be quick in the bathroom," she whispered.

"What in Merlin's name has got into you, MC," he chuckled. He grabbed her, pulling her in close to press a kiss to her lips. "Not that I am complaining, mind you."

"I'm just happy," she said. "I finally have you all to myself, and I am making the most of it."

He kissed her again, slower this time, and then again, her hands snaking up around his neck, her fingers sliding into his damp hair. She groaned and forced herself back from him. "Stop, I need to shower," she said reluctantly. "I promise I will be right back."

Climbing into bed with him, snuggling up under the new sheets, feeling the naked warmth of him pressed up against her, MC savoured every touch, every kiss.

They moved slower this time, re-exploring every curve, every inch of skin. The low candle light flickered on the nightstand as she stared into his eyes, their soft pants and moans filling the room as they made love. Leander took his time with her, ensuring she met her blissful release after the quick romps earlier that day.

Exhausted, but happy, they fell asleep in each other's arms. Neither of them waking until the sun rose the next morning.

They spent the day taking a trip into the local village, walking hand in hand, greeting the new neighbours they may or may not disturb with their antics. They shopped for food supplies before returning to finish off setting up their home.

MC cooked their first meal in their new kitchen, almost burning it after a few distracting kissing sessions, but they enjoyed dinner at their little table before they relaxed in front of the fire for the evening.

At bed time, MC slipped into the bathroom whilst Leander was in the shower. She tweaked back the curtain and playfully pinched his bum, giggling as he yelped in surprise.

"What are you up to?" He asked, giving her a look.

She pulled the curtain back a little more to show him she was naked. His eyes darkened. "Fuck," he whispered. He grabbed her hand. "Get in here," he urged.

Giggling, she stepped in and pressed herself against him, the warm water making her shiver pleasantly as it trickled over her head. She kissed him. "Last room in the house," she said.

"And then what?" He asked. He kissed her nose, her cheek, her jaw.

She smiled and smoothed her hands up his chest. "Then we start all over again," she replied.

"Now, that sounds like an excellent idea," he said.

His mouth claimed hers, and she welcomed the kiss, eager to continue celebrating their first proper home together.

[fayes-fics]

Naughty or Nice

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Anthony is handing out festive punishment to naughty people.

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, spanking, dirty talk, fingering.

Word Count: 2.7k

Author's Note: Happy Valentine's Day 🧡 - here, have a Christmas fic haha. This was originally for @silverhallow 12 Day of Smutmas, but it's over TWO months late and now totally out of season (sorry). However, the fine people on my follow list asked I post anyway, so here it is. Unbetaed. Enjoy <3

He is dressed as Santa and looks exactly like the kind of festive trouble you are craving. 

“My friend Daphne’s oldest brother,” your sister nods as she tracks your line of sight, “Handsome, yes, but also, playboy. I wouldn't if I were you,” is her rather harsh warning.

You watch as he jokingly plays the part, sitting on an ornate, almost throne-like chair, as various tipsy people wander up and sit on his knee, and he asks what they want for Christmas.

“Listen, if I’m going to mess around with anyone after my breakup, it’s going to be with someone that fucking handsome,” you argue back, glad he has forgone the traditional big white beard and belly.

“Fine,” she concedes with a sigh, “but I've heard rumours, kinky stuff, so don't say I didn't warn you,” is her parting shot. 

You raise an eyebrow at her; if there was one thing on your list now you've moved to London, it's new experiences. You have only been with one man, your first boyfriend, and sweet as he was, everything was very nice. Just nice. You want something different. You check your dress and saunter over to him. 

“Hello, little girl,” he drawls as you approach, his eyes raking over you salaciously, signalling for you to sit on his knee, “have you been naughty or nice this year?”

You perch on his lap sideways as he smirks at you. “Santa, I've been a very nice girl,” you begin, twirling a strand of hair, then you lean in and whisper in his ear, “but I want to be very, very naughty.”

He coughs and shifts in his seat; you feel the play of thigh muscles under your bottom and a warm hand low on your back. 

“Just how naughty?” he murmurs, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You loop an arm around his neck, knowing he can see down the neckline of your dress.

“So naughty I don't think you would bring me any presents on Christmas Eve,” you pout, leaving no room for doubt as to your intentions.

He leans in closer, and you can smell expensive liquor on his breath. “Every girl deserves a treat from Santa, even the naughty ones,” his voice low and sultry.

“What sort of treats does Santa give to naughty girls?” you inquire softly, knowing you have never flirted this outrageously in your life.

“Ones they will remember,” he says cryptically; the hand on your back curls around your waist and pulls you closer, your hip bumping his crotch. “Would you like your treat early this year, naughty girl?”

“Yes, please, Santa,” you demure, biting your lip again.

He pushes your hair aside with a gentle hand and trails his nose up your neck, inhaling deeply, making all your skin tingle. “Mmmm, meet me in two minutes down that hallway, third door on the left.”

You slip off his lap with a little triumphant smile and wander over to the drinks table. A fortifying shot is just what you want right now. The cheap liquor burns as you take the shot, but it's the liquid courage you need. After a couple of minutes, You wander down the hallway opening the door he requested. 

It's a bedroom, sleek and dimly lit, the skyline of London silhouetted outside the picture windows.

“Hello there, naughty girl,” a voice like velvet emerges from a corner, and you glance aside to see him sitting casually in a wingback chair, one foot on his other knee, expensive glass in hand, which he puts aside and stands up.

“Hello,” you reply, a fire in your belly as he walks over and crowds into your back, burying his nose into your hair, a hand landing softly on your bum cheek.

“Are you ready for your treat from Santa?” he asks softly, breathing deeply.

“That depends,” you reply, “what is it?”

He chuckles richly. “Naughty girls get a jolly good spanking,” his breath hot on your scalp, the hand on your bum flexing slightly. “So they learn how to be good girls.”

You can’t contain your sharp inhale, and your body tenses involuntarily. You have never been spanked before but are suddenly desperate to be. 

“Oh, I see,” he intuits everything from your reaction. “We have a first-time naughty girl here, I see. Well, you are in for a treat. You should know if you don't like your treat, you say Red, just like Rudolph’s nose, and then Santa will stop. Do you understand me?” he explains clearly as he runs a finger down your spine, causing a quiver in his wake.

“Yes,” you chirp. “I want it, Santa,” you confirm.

“Good. Grab the railing,” he commands gently, nodding to the wrought iron footboard of the bed in front of you. You wrap your hand around the thin cool metal and take a calming breath.

The warm hand over your bottom slides down onto the back of your thigh. As it makes its way back, he hitches your dress up, exposing your underwear. 

“Santa approves,” he breathes, fingers spidering over the French cut knickers you wear. You smile, unseen by him, his focus wholly on your backside, so pleased you splashed out on a new set for this party. 

“Now, were you a naughty girl this year?” he asks, the hand rubbing a gentle circle over the globe of your bum.

“Yes, Santa,” you play along, nodding. This is entertaining and alluring; you don’t know how to feel except giggly and aroused.

“On a scale of 1 to 10,” he teases, splaying his fingers around your cheek, “how naughty were you?”

“Eleven,” you reply, coquettish, and he chuckles.

“That is so very, very naughty,” his nose running into the hair at the nape of your neck. “You will be spanked eleven times then,” he states casually.

Oh.

His face still nuzzles the back of your head as there is a short little smack on your right cheek. It's just the lightest of taps, but still, you feel something liquify inside your tummy. It's not enough but so much all at one.

“Harder, please, Santa,” you breathe, wanting to goad him.

“We are just getting started, my naughty girl,” he sniggers. “Now that's one. Do you think you can count for me?” he asks, his face twisting to your neck, sliding his lips over the sensitive pulse point there.

“One,” you whisper.

He hums approvingly, and his solid body rolls against you, the fake fur from his Santa jacket tickling the bare skin above the back of your strapless dress. Wordlessly his hand pulls away and descends again, this time with a fraction more force.

“Two,” you count dutifully, which is followed by a slight moan as his heated lips suck on your skin.

“What do you want for Christmas, naughty girl?” he buzzes.

“This,” you reply softly, honestly. This is better than any present you could imagine.

“Mmmm, good answer,” he compliments, his tongue lathing over the cord of your neck, bending you over slightly so you lean further forward, your hands gripping the bed railing.

His other hand moves, sliding from your waist down over the flare of your hip, mapping your contours with his palm that feel almost heavy. You know what's coming before he even pulls his hand away, and you hold your breath in anticipation as the hand withdraws and then spanks down on your left cheek.  

“Three,” you exhale that held breath and push back slightly, swaying in your strappy platform heel, wanting to feel his pelvis against yours, check if he is as turned on as you are. 

His teeth worry your earlobe, and his breath is so loud in your ear as that same hand withdraws again and then rains down another slap, this one with a curved open hand.

“Four.”

“You are doing well, naughty girl,” he assures. “Do you think you are learning your lesson?”

“Yes, I will try to be a good girl from now on, Santa,” you breathe.

“Only try? That’s not good enough,” he clucks. “We need you reformed. I think I’m going to have to go harder,” he sighs, and you feel a thrill run down your spine at his decadent words.

The next tap is back on your other cheek and makes an audible sound. You swallow heavily and feel the room heating up rapidly as there is the slightest tingle over your skin.

“Five.”

“Lean forward,” he lectures softly into your ear, “We need to ensure you have really learned your lesson.” His other hand grabs the dip of your waist, pulling your pelvis back flush into the concave curve of his body and pushing your head down slightly. The electric tension of the moment engulfs your senses as you hang onto the footboard, knuckles turning white. 

It's his left hand again this time. Same intensity as the last; you have to exhale a puff of air.

“Six.”

“More than halfway now,” he assures, and you can hear the smirk in his voice.

Your left butt cheek stings from the next blow, an open-handed smack that makes you jump slightly, and his responding chuckle is a deep rumble that hums over your skin. 

“Seven.”

You know you are holding your breath, waiting for the final four spanks. They have been building in intensity, making you burn hotter all over, but mainly at the apex of your thighs. You try to discreetly rub your thighs together to relieve the ache you feel there, allow your clit to catch on your underwear just so, but his grip on your hip quells your movement.

“Stop that,” he warns heatedly, causing a shiver down your spine. “Take your punishment like a good girl; stop enjoying it so much,” he tuts, but his tone indicates you should very much continue.

Boldly, you lean further forward over the bed railing, popping your bottom out so you rub his crotch. The growl he makes is like beautiful music.

The next spank rings out around the room, and you actually groan at the sensation, his hand lingering, fingertips digging in and grabbing your flesh.

“Eight,” your voice is a little rasping now.

Before you recover, he deals the mirror blow to your other cheek, and you exhale in a loud elongated moan.

“Nine.”

“Just two more now, naughty one,” he reminds. “Is your lovely bottom smarting just a bit now?” he inquiries duskily.

“Yes, Santa…” you confess, feeling so alive, a quake running through your entire being.

“Good,” he gloats, “you'll never learn to be a good girl if you don't feel it.”

He pulls both hands away quite a distance, and you inhale sharply, eagerly awaiting your final two.

One hand slaps hard with a slight twist of his wrist, and before you can count, the other hand does the same on your other side. They are the most vigorous blows, a radiating sting that turns into the most sublime warm burn. You are certain he has left a handprint on each side, and you feel a strange perverse compulsion to leave the room with your dress hitched up, wearing his red marks with pride on your skin, letting everyone see just what he has done to you.

“Ten, Eleven.” You count dutifully as your mind runs away with such debauched thoughts.

His hand rubs your cheeks delicately, warm fingertips soothing the ache but also stoking the fire in your belly. You want more from him. So much more. Whatever he is willing to offer. A huge part of you hopes he will just rip down your underwear and fuck you right here, right now. Your body is beyond ready for it.

“Now that you’ve had your punishment, how about your reward?” he offers, and your blood sings.

“There’s a reward Santa?” you gasp, hopeful, playing along, praying it will be something that soothes the wet throbbing between your legs.

“Oh yes, lean back against me,” he instructs, and you do so. Loving the snug feel of your body pressed up to his, something insistent on the cleft of your reddened cheeks. 

You reach back and loop your wrist around his neck, gyrating your hips, unmistakable in your message and unashamed in your need. Your stomach clenches in victory as one of his hands slips down over the front of your dress and curls under your hem. You gasp as warm fingers land on your slit through the lacy material.

“So molten hot,” he hisses into your temple, “now show Santa how pretty you look when you come hard like a very good girl,” his praising voice vibrating into your body.

Fingertips find your swollen clit and start to circulate, the drag of the fabric under them heightening the sensation somehow. You breathe out a noise of surprise, taken aback by how quickly his expert touch pushes you towards the edge, which elicits a rich chuckle from his lips.

“Please touch me,” you beg, panting lightly, his fingertips moving faster now. “Inside my knickers,” you amend quickly, pleadingly.

The material digs into the flesh over your hips and chafes against your aching cheeks as he slides that hand inside from the top. Then his bare fingers are on your sodden flesh, and you gasp, rocketing even fast as he snags your clit and restarts his motions.

“I love how wet you are,” he murmurs, hot on your ear.

You just moan and bare down on his questing fingers, drunk on how good it feels as your bottom still tingles from his hand. His touch is perfect, the right amount of pressure and speed to turn your knees to jelly; one hand clinging desperately to the bed rail, the other around his neck, leaning into his touch, wanting to collapse against him, let him take all your weight. Your eyes roll back as your hips gyrate with his ministrations, a sensual little dance he leads.

“That's it,” he gusts hot in your ear again, his lips slipping to brand that sensitive spot below your earlobe that always catches your breath.

“Santa…” you exhale, expecting it to feel weird on your tongue, but your desire is coiled too tight to care.

“Call my Anthony,” he orders, sounding desperate himself, his clothed cock rubbing deliciously against the cleft of your bottom as he starts to move with you.

“Santhony…” you slur in response, mixing the two words in your shakingly aroused, sex-drunken state.

If he doesn't like it, he doesn't react as such. In fact, his fingers curl tighter against you, the other hand branding your hip.

“Come for me, good girl,” he groans, surging his hips, so his cock rubs deliciously over your tailbone.

Breathing gusts out of your nose and biting your lip, you are trying to quell the urge to yell obscenely loud. The tide inside you breaks when Anthony bites your earlobe, sagging against him as every muscle convulses, strong waves fanning out from the white-hot spot under his fingers. Your smacked bottom pulsates in time with your clit, each muscle in your body going tense and then releasing. You know he is saying something, but it's a blur of noise and sensation. You haven't come this hard in years, possibly ever. 

When you finally feel able, you release your grip on the bedrail and see a red line across your palm where you have grasped so forcefully it has left a mark. He sees it and brings your hand to his lips, kissing it sweetly.

“How was that, my good girl?” he queries, his lips gentle on your palm.

You have to clear your throat, and still, your voice feels small and scratchy.

“Wonderful,” you admit.

“You did so well,” he flatters. “I think we may have to do this again,” the hopeful tone makes something in your stomach flip.

“But it's not Christmas after next week,” you point out with a sad pout.

“Oh, I can be any seasonal character you like, my girl,” he assures, running his nose up your neck and inhaling deeply. “Or just me.”

Inside you do a little victory dance. “Well, that would be wonderful… because next time I would really like to do something about this,” your pitch is teasing as you seize his hard searing cock through the novelty bright red trousers.

His groan is lewd and makes every synapse fire. “What are you doing later?” he pants.

“You. Hopefully.”

“Right bloody answer.”

It's a very Merry Christmas indeed.

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[m-jelly]

Undead Honeymoon - Chapter 5

Pairing: Husband!Levi x Wife!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, married life, honeymoon, zombies, gore, survival, fluff, romance, emotional, relationship talks, smut, making love, delicate love.

Concept: You and Levi make love and remind each other that you are alive and well. You and Levi finally have the talk about what he did and what happened. You and Levi enjoy a sweet moment together.

No tagging due to zombie fics not being for everyone.

Ao3 link

Part 6

You let out a long sigh as your body woke up. You still felt exhausted and drained from the past two days of losing Levi and then gaining him back into your life. You rolled onto your side and opened your eyes to see Levi was awake and so happy to see you were awake. You blushed as he smiled brightly and yanked you into his arms. You hummed at being close to him.

Levi sighed and spoke in a deep sleepy voice. “Good morning, honeybun. You look so delicious that I just want to take a bite.”

You giggled as he nibbled the crook of your neck. “Good morning, my handsome man. You’re in a great mood.”

He hummed a laugh. “I am.” He kissed you and sighed through his nose. “You feel so good.”

You moaned against his lips as his hands started massaging and squeezing your body. You leaned your head back as he kissed your neck and licked. “Mm, Levi.” You shifted and slipped your leg over Levi’s hip. “More.”

He tugged your underwear to the side and smirked. “May I?”

You nodded and pushed your hand into his PJ bottoms. “Please do.”

Levi pressed his cock into your pussy. He moaned in delight at feeling your silken wet walls wrap around him. He shivered as he was dragged deep into you until there was nothing left to give you. He pushed his hand over your lower back and massaged your soft skin. He smiled at you and began moving softly against you. He tangled his fingers in your hair and kissed you as he gently moved his hips against you as his desires slowly consumed him.

He moved his hand to your bum and gripped your cheeks hard. He yanked you against him to get in deeper. He panted and mewled into the kiss as his passion and love for you fuelled him. He wanted to devour you and worship you. He felt something inside him, something strong that was bubbling away, whatever happened to him with the virus had led to a change deep within. Levi was consumed with passion. He wanted to make love to you all morning and then fuck you all day long. He wanted to fill you over and over and get you screaming his name.

You leaned your head back and moaned as Levi bit and sucked at your neck. “Levi, you’re so passionate.”

He angled your hips to make sure your clit rubbed against his body. “I’m consumed with passion for you. I love you so much.” He bucked a little faster into you. “I love you. I deeply love you. Mine, all mine.” He panted as you mewled in delight. “You’re my reason for living.”

You dragged your nails across his back and yanked Levi’s face against your breasts. “Levi.” You thrust your hips against him. “Fuck.” You gasped as your eyes rolled back in your head. “I love you!”

Levi pressed his forehead against yours and panted as he pumped himself into you. “I love you so much. Mine, mine, mine. MINE.”

You moaned as you felt the snap inside you. Your legs shook with pleasure as your orgasm ripped through you. “Mm.” You arched your back in delight. “Levi.”

Levi rolled onto you and panted. “My love.”

You mewled at him and blushed. “Levi.”

He leaned on his forearms and gripped the bed as he grinded deep into you. He pumped his cock into you as he yanked on the bed. “Fuck.”

You dragged your nails over his back and cried out in ecstasy. “Levi. You feel so good!”

You closed your eyes and panted as Levi’s cock moved perfectly inside you. He filled you and stretched you just the way you needed it. He showered your neck and face in kisses making you feel like your skin was on fire with love. You whimpered and mewled in delight as he pressed so deep inside you. You were melting against the bed. Levi was always passionate in bed, but this was something different this was intense and passionate. This was incredible and body shaking, this was making love like it was the last chance to.

You cupped Levi’s face and smiled as tears rolled down your cheeks. You kissed him and moaned against his lips. You tried to shut out the thoughts of him dying in your arms and him suddenly coming back to life and being stronger. You gazed at your husband and admired his blown pupils, his raven hair framing his face and his kissable lips slightly parted as he panted and moaned. You smiled at him making him slow down his thrusts when he saw your tears.

He rubbed your tears away and kissed you. “Honeybun.”

You whimpered. “S-Sorry for crying.”

He nuzzled his nose against yours. “It’s okay. Do you want to stop?”

“No, don’t stop.” You pulled him closer and kissed him. “I love you. I want this. I just…I’m happy. I can’t believe you’re alive with me, that you’re here making love to me.”

Levi kissed you and smiled sweetly. “I’m glad I’m with you too. I’ll keep making love to you all morning and day.” He welled up a little. “We have to remind each other that we’re alive.”

You nodded and sniffed. “Yes.”

He purred at you. “Let me show you all the loving I have for you.”

You panted and moaned as he moved a little harder against you. “Levi.”

He tapped his forehead against yours as he moaned your name. “I’m right here. I’m here.”

You moaned as your back arched off the bed. “Mine. All mine.”

“I’m forever yours, my love.”

You squeezed your toes and clenched up. “Ah! Mm.”

Levi moved with you as he panted. “Cum for me, my love. Cum.”

You cried out in pleasure as you felt your orgasm rush through your veins. “Levi. Ah, so g-good.”

He smiled and wrapped his arms tightly around you. “My darling.” He called your name and softly chuckled. “So cute.”

You pouted a little at him. “You haven’t cum yet.”

He nuzzled his nose against yours. “Forgive me, my sweet. I will soon.”

You gazed at him with your beautiful wide eyes making his heart melt. “Would you like me to do something?”

Levi sat up and sat you on him in the lotus position. “Just be you, my love.”

You smiled softly and moved against your husband. “Don’t ever leave me again.”

He pushed his fingers in your hair as his other hand grabbed your bum. “I swear.”

You welled up and kissed him. You moaned into the kiss as you moved together as one. You delighted in Levi’s thick cock pressing every inch of you and moving deep inside you. You mewled in delight at his tip pressing your cervix begging to be deep in so he could breed you. You were joined together as one. Your souls and hearts were bare to each other. Your emotions were still raw and naked just like your bodies were. You clung to each other so desperately as you made love to each other. Your lips never stopped moving together.

You rolled your hips against Levi as he pumped his cock up into you. You hummed and mewled as he moaned desperately back at you. You knew your husband was a little different now with added strength, stamina and heightened senses but he was still the loving man you met years ago. Levi hadn’t changed much, he was just a stronger version of his original self, though he was a little more passionate and hungrier for you now. You could sense it and feel it in the way he touched you, kissed you, spoke to you and looked at you.

You tangled your fingers in his hair and tugged a little. You pressed yourself against your lover as you felt yourself melting against him. You were lost in love with Levi and he was lost in you. He moved so perfectly against you. He showered you in affection. You desperately clung to him as he moved deep within you and stretched you so wonderfully. Levi was in heaven as he moved within you. He always wanted to be inside you. He always wanted to be connected to you and make you cum over and over.

You gasped as you clenched up. “Levi.”

Levi kissed and nipped your neck. “Me too, my love. Ngh, ah, mm. You are a goddess to me.”

You cupped Levi’s face as you moved with him. “I love you.”

He smiled sweetly. “I love you too. I love you so much.”

You shivered and clenched. “Mm.” You gripped Levi tightly. “Ah!” You felt the pop causing a shiver to shoot up your spine. You moved your hips slowly as your rode out your orgasm. “Levi.”

Levi wrapped his arms around you and yanked you down on him fully before cumming hard and deep into you. He panted and held you close to him. He hummed and thought about his love for you and stayed hard. “Darling, I’m sorry I’m still hard. I just…I want you again and again.”

You hugged Levi. “Let me rest a moment.”

Levi carefully lay you back before dragging his dick out of you. He gazed down at you as he played with your hair. “Forgive me.”

You hummed a laugh as you gazed at Levi. “Don’t be sorry. You’ve changed due to that bite. You’re adjusting.” You nibbled your lip. “Just…stay with me.”

Levi lay on his side and held you. “Of course. I’ll always be here for you.”

You snuggled up to him as you fought tears. “I love you.”

Levi kissed your forehead and kept his lips against your head. “I feel like we need to talk.”

“We do.” You smiled at Levi with all the love in your heart. “But for now, I just want pure body loving. I just want to be naked with you in bed.”

Levi played with your hair and began to worry. “You’re not thinking of leaving me, are you?”

You hummed a laugh. “I would never. I married you, Levi. I dedicated my life to you. I love you more than anything. You are my world and I mean that.”

Levi kissed you and sighed. “You’re my everything too. I don’t ever want to lose you.” He hugged you tightly. “I love you so damn much.”

You squeezed Levi. “I love you too.”

You sat watching Levi as he did tests for Hange. You smiled a little at how happy Levi was, how strong he was and how fast. You clapped when he lifted a few tables stacked on each other with ease. You looked over at two people chatting about Levi. You whined a little when they mocked him for being dangerous, that he was flaunting his strength and that he was the lucky one. They got bitter about him being immune and how Levi acting strong could lead someone to go off and find out if they were.

You looked over at them. “He didn’t know he was immune.”

A man glared at you. “What?”

You stood up. “My husband didn’t know he was immune and before you spout more shit about him, he is strong and he’s our only hope. He goes out all the time getting you food and drink so you can stay healthy and happy.”

He looked away embarrassed. “Yeah, but-.”

“No buts. You sit here on your ass. You don’t go out and help people. You let him do all the work. He’s only recently become immune, but for a long time he wasn’t.” You welled up and sniffed. “And how dare you. You don’t know what it was like for us that fateful day. He locked me up to save me. I held him after being bitten. I watched him die of the virus before finding him alive again.” You pocked him in the chest. “You have no fucking clue what it’s like to watch the person you love, the person you came to this country with, the person you’ve just married die in your fucking arms.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m sorry.”

“Fuck your I’m sorry.”

He stood up. “I didn’t mean to…shit…”

Levi watched you hurry away. He jogged past Hange and leapt over the railing to land right in front of the man who’d bad-mouthed him. Levi growled a little as he felt a rage in him at seeing you run off crying. Levi felt a connection with you and knew you were in emotional pain. Black lines appeared on Levi’s skin as he felt irritated. He walked right up to the man as he growled.

The man panicked. “Le-Levi!”

“What did you say to my wife?”

“I just…I’m sorry.”

The man’s friend sighed and told the truth. “Your wife defended you and got upset.”

Levi’s anger faded towards the men and was directed at himself. “Mm.” He gulped hard and looked at the honeymoon hut. “Excuse me.”

Hange scrambled after Levi. “Levi! We have more tests to do! Come back!”

Levi paused. “Hange, I’m done for the day.”

“But we need to know what happened to you.”

Levi turned to her and snarled making the black lines show up again. “My wife is in pain. She needs me.”

Hange grabbed Levi’s wrist. “Levi, we need to do this testing.”

He snarled. “Are you saying that your fucking tests are more important than my wife?”

“Levi, we need to see what you can do.”

He yanked his arm free from her. “My wife watched me die in front of her. We haven’t talked this over. You want me to do these tests for your own selfish gain. I’m strong and fast, okay? I can get bitten and not turn. That’s it.”

Hange huffed. “This research could be important.”

“My wife is important.”

“But Levi.”

Levi clenched his fist. “Hange, you’re a great friend to me and I respect you enough as my friend to tell you this. If you don’t fuck off right now, I will hit you.”

Hange backed up and nodded. “Yes, Levi. I’m sorry.”

He turned away from his friend and hurried along to the honeymoon hut. He slipped inside and went to the back to see you sitting on the sunbed in the shade. He felt your sadness rolling off you as he moved closer. He called your name. “Are you…” He gulped hard when you looked at him to show you were angry crying. “You’re not…”

“We need to have our talk.”

Levi sat opposite you and prepared himself to be ripped into. “Yes.”

You stared at Levi for a while. “How could you?”

“I’m sorry.”

You rubbed your tears away. “We made a promise to each other and you broke it.” You put your head in your hands. “We said we’d always be together, that we’d protect each other and that we’d stay by each other’s sides.”

He gulped hard. “We did.”

“What happened?”

He clenched his fists. “I just acted. I went with my heart, that’s it.”

You let out a long sigh. “You could have been in that room with me.” He welled up. “You could have been in there with me. There was enough time and room!”

He lowered his head. “I know, but then what?”

You frowned. “We would have stayed in there until we could leave.”

He shook his head. “There was a horde after us. If we shared that room they would have easily ripped down that door. You saw what they did to the door in that shop you hid in.”

You knew Levi was right. “Yeah…”

He sighed. “You didn’t leave, right? Mike had to let you out. If we got stuck in there, there was no way to get out. We would have starved.”

You lowered your head. “Yeah.”

He moved closer. “I make choices I regret the least. Yes, it was a shitty choice and I hurt you emotionally. I broke a promise to you and not a second goes by where I’m not furious with myself.”

You looked over at Levi. “Levi.”

He put his head in his hands. “I love you more than anything in this world. I hate that I hurt the one person I love more than anything. I do everything in my power to keep you happy and safe. I failed you. I hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you, but I did.” He shook a little. “I hurt you.”

You moved over to Levi’s sunbed and sat with him. “Levi, you did hurt me but things like this happen in relationships. We were in a scary situation and you acted and I got upset.”

Levi held your hand. “I never wanted to hurt you. I thought I was strong enough to save you and get back to you. I can’t imagine what it was like for you to see me leave you and then to find me dying.”

You gazed at Levi. “I understand your choice and I have no idea what I would have done if the roles were reversed.” You let out a long sigh. “I can’t imagine how you must have felt locking me in that room and leaving me.”

Levi put his head in his hands and started sobbing. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry.” He shook as he felt himself falling apart. “I left you. I hurt you. I broke your heart. Oh, fuck I’m a terrible husband.”

You placed your hand on Levi’s back. “Levi.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Levi, I love you more than anything in this world. I’m never going to leave you.” You hiccupped as you fought your tears. “I need you.”

Levi lifted his head and gazed at you. “You do?”

You nodded. “Of course!” You sniffed. “Fuck, Levi. I fought through a horde of fucking zombies to find you again. I ran off on my own from the hospital to chase you down. I am dedicated to you and our love. I will stay married to you and if you dare say divorce, I will lock us up in this fucking hut and not let you go. We are staying married and having babies.”

Levi’s eyes widened in pure delight as he softly said your name. “You…are you sure? I hurt you so badly.”

You cupped his face. “Yes, I was hurt and I was so mad at you for leaving me. You could have come into that room with me, but I would be an idiot to dwell on what could have been.” You tapped your forehead against his. “You are here with me right now. You are alive and you are so strong.”

He whined. “I feel bad.”

“What’s wrong?”

He sighed. “This was supposed to be about the pain I put you through and I’ve derailed it and made it about me. I’m sorry.”

You kissed him and hummed in happiness. “I said my piece. I was so mad at you for locking me up, but hearing why you did it makes sense. We would have died in that room together and you wanted at least one of us to have a chance to live.” You let out a long sigh. “Thank you. Thank you for the sacrifice, but fuck you as well.”

Levi processed it a moment before he started laughing. “Yeah, fuck me.”

You giggled. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He sighed. “I love you so much. Having this new life with whatever has happened to me has made me realise something.”

You tilted your head. “What’s that?”

He blushed a bit. “The way I am now? I really can keep my promise. I will live for you. I will rip anything fucking thing in my way to protect you.”

You felt your cheeks heat up. “That’s really hot.”

Levi pulled you into his arms and held you tightly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He hummed. “Am I allowed to hug you and kiss you like this?”

You nodded and smiled sweetly. “Of course. You can touch me, hold me, kiss me and be with me. I want you, Levi.” You held his hands. “I’m never going to leave you. I’m glad we talked.”

Levi smiled a little. “Yes, I’m glad we did too.” He nibbled his lip. “So, you don’t hate me?”

“I could never.”

He hummed. “And you really want to stay with me?”

You nodded. “I really do. I want to stay with you.”

Levi grinned and gave you a big squeeze. “Thank you so much.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek a few times. “I love you. I deeply love you. I mean it and I mean it when I say I’ll never leave you.” You gulped. “So?”

He wrapped himself around you and held you so tightly. “Mine.”

You rubbed his back. “Good.”

You sat on the edge of the pool inside your house with your legs in the water. You lifted your legs out and sighed as you wiggled your toes. You looked up at Levi and smiled softly at him as he moved over to you. “Hey, love.”

He sat down and placed a tray on the floor. “I have food and drink. I thought we’d just relax.”

You hummed. “Wonderful.”

He picked up a cocktail and handed it over. “You okay with that?”

You nodded and shuffled closer. “We need this. It’s been intense for us.”

Levi kissed you and smiled sweetly at you. “It has. We need this time together.”

You let out a long sigh. “Let’s pretend we’re on our honeymoon again.”

Levi groaned. “I can’t.”

You looked over at him. “How come?”

He blushed hard. “I’ll just get horny.”

You hummed a laugh. “You love me that much?”

“Yes. Also, there’s something about this change in me. Yes, I’m stronger and faster with this immunity, but with you…” He gazed at you. “There’s a connection with you that I can’t explain and I just want to ravage you all day long and night. I know I did before the bite, but it’s like…it’s hard to explain.” He whined a bit. “What I’m trying to say is, my love for you is rather extreme.”

You snorted and laughed. “It’s always been extreme.”

He pouted a bit at your words. “I know, but there is a change in me. It’s like it has gone from a ten out of ten to above that.”

You rubbed his back. “That’s okay.”

He sighed. “I just love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

He yanked you into his arms and attacked your neck with kisses making you squeal with laughter. “I love you!” He growled and tackled you to the floor and wrapped himself around you. “I love you so fucking much.”

You laughed as Levi tickled and kissed you as he rolled on the floor with you. “I love you too.”

He wrapped himself around you and sighed. “Mine.”

You poked the end of Levi’s nose. “Boop.”

Levi bit the end of your finger and growled. “Mine.”

You wiggled your finger a bit. “Levi.”

He released you. “What?”

You tried to sit up, but Levi wouldn’t let you go. You huffed a bit. “The food and drink.”

He whined. “I don’t want to let you go, but you need feeding and drinks.”

You giggled. “You’re like a cat.”

“How?”

“Well, you bite and kick a little when you wrap me up in your arms. I’ve seen cats do that.”

He blushed a little at your words. “I’m not a cat.” He nuzzled you and hid his face. “I’m a man in love.”

You petted Levi’s head. “You’re so cute.”

“Good?”

You kissed his forehead and hummed a laugh. “It’s very good.” You hummed a laugh. “Now, I need some of those tasty cocktails you made and the snacks.” You crawled over to the tray and sat by the pool. You nibbled on some food and sipped your drink. “Mm, yummy.”

Levi slipped over to you and sat behind you. He wrapped his arms around you and started kissing your shoulder and neck. “Is it good?”

“Mm, perfect. Thank you for making all this.”

He kissed the side of your head as he rubbed your belly. “I love you.”

You leaned back against him. “I love you too.”

He let out a long sigh. “Do you know what would be amazing?”

“What?”

He nuzzled the crook of your neck. “A baby.”

Your cheeks burned. “That would be amazing, but it’s dangerous right now.”

Levi kissed the side of your head. “I know.” He sighed. “Do you want babies?”

You nodded. “I do. I really do.” You frowned a bit. “Would you be okay having them? I mean, you’ve changed and it might have affected your sperm.”

Levi sighed. “Possibly, but this stuff has made me stronger. It’s done something positive to my body. So, I’m assuming the same about all that.”

You turned on Levi’s lap and smiled at him. “Sorry for worrying you. I have hope that we’ll be just fine.”

Levi smiled sweetly. “Me too.” He kissed you and let out a long sigh. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, always.” You jumped a little at a loud rumble. “What the?”

Levi looked outside. “Thunderstorm. You know what? This is nice. We need the air clearing and the rain.”

You shuffled away from the pool. “Shall we watch it from the bedroom? I love watching them.”

Levi grabbed the tray and walked to the bedroom. “Yes, come with me.”

You ran to the bedroom and changed your clothes to comfy summer ones and whipped your bra off. You hopped onto the bed and wiggled in place. “I’m ready.”

Levi closed up the doors but opened the windows a little so you could listen and get the nice cool breeze in. He changed into just his PJ bottoms before lying down and wrapping you up in his arms. “This is nice.”

You hummed. “It is.”

He watched a big flash and saw you jump. “Are you scared?”

“No, I’m not scared it’s just it surprises me sometimes.”

He kissed your temple and sighed. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you and I’m right here with you, okay?”

“Thank you.” You blushed a bit. “I’ll protect you too.”

“Thank you.”

You rolled onto your back and looked up at Levi as the lightning flashed and the thunder was becoming constant. “I’m so glad you’re here with me, that you’re alive and well.”

He leaned down and kissed you. “I’m glad too. I don’t want to admit it, but I hate the idea of you moving on after me.” He pouted a bit. “I want you to love me and only me.”

You giggled at how sweet he was. “Well, I feel the same. Besides, I would never be able to move on from you. You’re the best man I’ve ever had in my life and ever will.”

Levi kissed you again. “We’re soulmates.”

“We are.”

Levi blushed a little as he played with your hair. “I uhh…I would really like to make love to you during this storm.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you hummed a laugh. “I would love nothing more.”

[queenburd]

thinking deeply about your fic where Stanley finally meets with Narrator face to face. To begin, I adore your writing and that piece in particular really tears at my soul in the best way (along with their first kiss).

But every time I read something like this where the Narrator is down at Stanley's level, it gets me thinking.

What happens when he needs to go back? DOES he need to go back? Back to being just a voice? The first time he came down into the game, was it hard to leave? Hard to go back to the way he was before? Hard to let go of Stanley?

and what about Stanley? Was it hard to let go of the Narrator now that he finally had him? Was it hard to start back over in his office with just the phantom feeling of a hand on his back or a head on his shoulder?

Ohh I'm probably looking too far into this, as usual. Silly silly me, but I just needed to get that thought out somewhere. Love your work May, keep doing what you're doing<33

-M

oh this is a SWEET ask hello M.

So.... he doesn't NEED to go back! not really. one of the things the Narrator figured out before he finally took it for the final run (surprising Stanley at the Expo!) was making sure he could exit it without needing a reset AND making sure it would stick around between resets. He figured out how to make sure it could be placed where he wants it. And, if he's honest, because he's never had a lot of experiences before, it can be exhausting and overwhelming. so there ARE times that he unloads it.

a lot of this, to me, goes back to what Stanley said in that very first chapter when the Narrator started thinking about it. "Humans need it, but we aren't human, so I don't." tie that in with how Stanley felt when the narrator came down to hug him with his eyes closed. "it's something I've gone without all my life, i didnt know i was missing it, and I CAN survive without it, but I know my life will be all the less rich for it."

they are not human beings. at their base level, they are not touch starved. (the people who write them as such are SO VALID, but these two do not start that way.) they dont NEED to have it to survive.

but they really, REALLY enjoy it. it's one of their favorite things. the Narrator was honestly bummed when that first time came to an end, if you recall. he hugged Stanley from behind and was so sad to lose it, and when he said goodbye he ALMOST said "I'll see you soon", before changing to "I'll talk to you soon."

his body wasnt READY then. it was still missing some details and features. so he had to give it up and put it back in the workshop. but he was very sad about it. but it might not have been able to experience the full range (heat, cold, sharp, pain) and that was ready when he finally finished it. and those are so.... beautifully overwhelming. imagine his first time feeling real physical pain. he definitely needed to unload after that.

Stanley is special to me. I think that, yeah, those times where his Narrator is just a voice, it's a little loss for him, but...

he has spent so long with the fellow being just a voice, and that being the only way for the Narrator to comfort him. to him, on some level, the Narrator's voice HAS a physical feeling. maybe not literally, but he describes it at times like a blanket over his shoulders or a soothing balm. it has a gentle weight to it that he always felt before the Narrator had a body.

so that persists, I think. it may not feel as solid and he may miss the feeling of a hand in his (and tangle his own fingers together to cope) but he always felt like the voice was doing what it could to touch him anyway.

parting can be hard, but it's bearable because they never lose each other, not really. theyre never REALLY separated.

(I should comment, because it feels relevant in how Stanley "feels" the voice and the narrator's behavior and overwhelm re stimuli: I dont know enough about autism to say my guys have it or express symptoms of it. I am self diagnosed with adhd myself, and we dont know if thats all i have, Ive never looked too closely at the Tism to know if I would be on the spectrum. I say this because these guys are definitely not neurotypical, and I feel like that shows, but others might know more than me and can better tell if these experiences are.... like that.

anyway that's a tangent for another day i just keep forgetting to comment abt it so while it's at the forefront of my brain, here it is)

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Not sure how monster centric this is, but I had a thought about a human Peter V asking Lucian to bite him and turn him into a werewolf so they can both be immortal together.

Not sure how inspiring this is, lol. But it’s the only thought I’ve got.

I had to think this one over cause I originally had an idea and then I realized, wait, no, don't write that idea, that sounds too much like a fic you read and that's not a good think, John.

Anyway, have this idea instead.

This isn't for any of my au cause I honestly don't remember if any of them have a human Peter anymore. (Maybe the one where he's an alchemist??? Does anyone even remember that idea???)

On with the fic!

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Peter was over Lucian, pinning him to the bed, sitting on his stomach. "Lucian." He said quietly, the mood in the air shifting from something passionate to something else.

This makeout session was completely thrown out the window by Peter's thoughts, thoughts he had been having for ages now. Made worse when he caught his reflection in the mirror in his room. A reminder of what had been on his mind for months, a thought that kept evolving and changing, and then cementing itself.

It was only a matter of time that he finally told Lucian what it was, and apparently now was better than never.

Lucian frowned softly, hearing the tone in Peter's voice. "What's the matter?"

"I... look, let's just get back to kissin', alright?" Peter leaned down, but rough fingertips were gentle against his lips, preventing him from kissing his boyfriend.

"Peter, talk to me. Something is clearly bothering you that you would stop trying to get into my pants."

Peter made a noise that sounded like gravel and glass caught in a blender, then he sighed. "Lucian, how long have we been together?"

"I'd say five years now."

"Five fuckin' fantastic years." Peter smiled a little before he swallowed, looking at Lucian's chest, at the scars there from ages of war and conflict. "But... let's be honest, babe, I'm not gettin' any younger, or healthier."

Lucian's frown deepened. "Are we breaking up?"

"Fuck, no! No! God, no, never!" Peter panicked. "No, it's just... Lucian, I'm gonna get old."

"It happens to humans."

"Yeah. Humans. Not immortal beings as hot as you."

"T-thank you?"

Peter groaned and rubbed at his face. "Lucian, what... what I'm trying to get at is that... I'm gonna get old. I'm gonna probably get sick. I'm shocked I haven't destroyed my liver yet, or haven't finally died yet from the hunting or a stunt gone wrong."

He inhaled deeply and looked at a worried Lucian. "What I'm asking of you is... is there a chance that you could bite me?"

The quiet that fell over them was heavy and worrisome. Lucian put his hands on Peter's thighs, gently squeezing them. "Peter, that is a very large thing you're asking of me."

"I know."

"It's dangerous, not everyone bitten survives."

"I know."

"I can't... I can't risk that."

"I know, I know!" Peter hissed, looking into those beautiful hazel eyes. "But Lucian, I don't want to die and leave you alone. You've been alone for so long, and you've told me before that you don't think you could handle havin' your heart broken again."

He moved to put a hand over one of Lucian's. "And I... I really don't want to get old and die, or get sick and die, or any of that shit. Does it mean giving up my humanity to live with you for so much longer? Yeah, but that's okay. I'd rather be a lycan than a vampire any day, I'll accept immortality if it's done by you."

Lucian closed his eyes, sighing through his nose. "It's a heavy request."

"Yeah, I get that. Do you... want to take time to think it over?"

"If that's alright with you, my love?"

Peter nodded and Lucian took his hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss one of the rings that still remained on his fingers. "Thank you. Give me time, I will let you know soon."

"Yeah." Peter nodded. "Yeah, okay, take all the time you need, babe."

--

I bummed myself out, haha, which is made weird cause I'm listening to the musical numbers from the recent season of Only Murders in the Building so it's throwing my feelings into a tizzy.

[astridncs]

A Forgotten Birthday, Or So He Thought

Fictober 2022 — Day 13: “Are you busy tonight?” (from this list); tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2022 ; also on AO3

~sorry for the late upload/s~

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“Hey, Scully, are you busy tonight?”

Scully looked up from what she was reading, “No, why?” she answered.

“I was thinking, maybe, you wanna come over?” Mulder asked.

Scully tilted her head, as if contemplating deeply before answering, “Sure, I’d love to.” A smile graced her own face when she saw Mulder’s face light up.

“Alright! Want me to pick you up?”

“Nah, I’ll just drive later.”

“Okay, I can’t wait.”

Scully laughed, “Me too.”

Mulder was glad that she said yes, although a bit bummed out that she seemed to have forgotten what day it was, not that it really mattered…but still.

Little did he know, Scully has already had something planned days prior.

She knew Mulder wasn’t the type to really celebrate his birthday, but years of being together has both of them celebrating it (and hers). It all started with simple greeting cards to cupcakes, then to small gifts; her own Apollo 11 keychain still kept safely in her nightstand drawer.

For Mulder’s birthday, she got him something special, something small that she hoped he’d like.

continue on AO3

[the-fab-fox]

[ FE:3H ] Not Another Flowershop AU

Title: Not Another Flowershop AU

Ship: Caspar von Bergliez x Linhardt von Hevring

Chapters: 5 of ?.

Summary: Caspar Bergliez is on summer vacation but is working most of it as his father put him in charge of his flowershop.

Caspar isn't particularly pleased about it but loves to help out his dad so he's not too bummed.

…it also helps that it's because of this shop that he meets the cutest guy he has ever seen.

This story takes place in the same au universe as my Ashez multichapter fic Not Another Coffeeshop AU. You do not need to read both to fully enjoy either story. I just love connecting my fics. It's fun.

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Chapter 5

"Dorothea! I really don't think you get the importance of this date. I need to impress him!"

The brunette in question raised a perfectly manicured brow as she glanced at her other two companions. Caspar watched as Dorothea, Ferdinand, and Hubert all appeared to have a silent conversation between the three of them. 

Honestly, color me impressed, the mint haired teen thought to himself.

After what felt like forever, but was likely only a minute—maybe two, the three turned their attention back to him in unison. He was reminded for a brief moment of that one owl gif meme from forever ago but ultimately let the stray thought go as he focused on their response to his predicament.

"Well, you mentioned that he is very studious but conversely lazy as well?" Hubert asked. 

Caspar nodded.

Hubert glanced at Ferdinand who smiled at his boyfriend before looking at Caspar once more.

"Keep it simple then but put your own unique twist on a classic. For example, instead of dinner and a movie, why not take him to dinner and then to Ashe's bookshop."

Caspar could have kissed him. 

Or well, not really since he highly doubted Hubert would be on board with that and would likely actually murder him. Ferdinand also wasn't really his type for all that he was very attractive. Too high maintenance. 

Taking the safest route, Caspar made his hand into a fist and slapped it against his other palm.

"You're a genius. Or well. All three of you since I'm guessing it was a hive mind sort of decision."

Dorothea laughed, Ferdinand chuckled, and even Hubert allowed a little smirk. 

"Thank you, thank you. I'll be here all day."

—

Caspar and Linhardt had agreed that morning to meet back up at the flower shop at 7. Caspar was early but kept checking his phone anyway, worried any moment he'll get a text from the other teen, changing his mind.

"Good evening."

Caspar jumped. He was sure it had to have been at least a foot in the air, that's how badly he'd been surprised.

"Oh dear. I'm sorry, Caspar. I always forget that I'm generally quieter than your average person."

Caspar just stared at him.

"Generally quieter? Linhardt, that was like some freaking ninja kind of stuff! I swear you had to have come from the shadows or something."

Linhardt laughed deeply at that before shaking his head with what looked like an amused sort of smile. Caspar couldn't help but beam at the thought that the other was already having a good time.

"Oh, that's just silly. You're cute."

Caspar, not at all expecting—and therefore, very unready for—the flirtatious compliment, blushed a deep crimson. And to add insult to injury, he had the unfortunate thought of how much his face must have been clashing with his hair.

"Linhardt! Dude! You can't just say things like that so- so casually like that!"

Linhardt tilted his head in the way that Caspar was growing to love. 

"Why not? There isn’t a law prohibiting me from paying compliments to my date." 

The grin on his lips was playful, but all the shorter male could think about was kissing them.

Caspar groaned. "Because you're making it really hard for me to not want to kiss you."

Linhardt blushed. It was light, almost faint, but it was there. He smiled though and moved in closer. 

Linhardt was quite a bit taller than him, but in that moment, it felt like he towered over the mint haired teen.

"Then stop trying and kiss me already."

And it was in that moment that Caspar’s brain blue-screened. 

[makaria-is-dead]

Marauders feat. Brothers in Arms by Dire Straits

Yeah, no this album, this fucking album is everything. I grew up listening to it, and in the last year I started hearing something completely different in it.

Yes, I started writing a fic about it. And yes, I didn’t finished it and don’t plan to do so. But still, this blowed my mind too hard to keep it for my self. 

Important: I know this album was conceived for exposing a very real war, with very real struggles and very real wounds, and I don’t want to take away any of their meaning. But still, I reckon this album has far less praise and ratings among the newest generations (my generation). So, I guess this is a way like another to draw attention to it. Also, I know this album was published in 1985, a few years after the events I’m gonna talk about. But, he, I don’t care. Let me dream.

So, yes, this is my very veeery long rant.

1. So Far Away: firstly, when I was reading ATYD I thought this song could apply perfectly to Remus’ and Grant’s relationship during his fifth year, y’know, with those phone calls and all. Now though I’ve read a few other fics and I don’t want to rely solely on ATYD, but on  my very few and confused head-canons and also on Cadence of Part Time Poets, ‘cause c’mon they’re soon to be rockstars there (they could meet Dire Straits, for God’s sake!). So this song could be Sirius’ thoughts during the summers he’s kept away from his friends; it could be also James to Lily during the summer; it could be Remus to Tomny and Tonya (spectacular OC’s from coptp).

3. Walk of Life: this song is about James’ STRUTTING and no one can convince me otherwise. I won’t change my mind. Just like, can’t you picture him dancing all of his absolute cockiness out in the common room to this song, maybe after a winning Quidditch match, making eyes to Lily with absolutely no sense of shame? Like, it’s him. Also, also, just look at the lyrics:

“He got the action, he got the motion Oh yeah, the boy can play Dedication, devotion Turning all the night time into the day”

Like, this is his courtship to Lily, his completely bold, bound-to-fail-but-not-really courtship.

“And after all the violence and double talk There's just a song in all the trouble and the strife You do the walk, yeah, you do the walk of life Hmm, they do the walk of life.”

And this to me alludes to the climate of fear that was perceived inside Hogwarts before the war, with all the wanna-be Deatheaters and their crap, especially if you consider Snape’s behavior towards James.

4. Your Latest Trick:

“I don't know how it happened It was faster than the eye could flick But all I can do is hand it to you And your latest trick”

This songs carries all the melancholic, heart-broken, meek Remus' energy after ‘81. I mostly imagine him in the first 90s, when the wounds were starting to heal but still nothing was ever gonna be the same. And then after Sirius’ return, eheh, then things get even messier. 

I always imagined that Remus had resigned himself since they were kids to accept what Sirius brought into his life. Sirius is pure fire, he’s dynamic energy, he’s a miracle and a calamity, and Remus loves him so deeply, regardless of all the hurt. So, he can only sit and watch how his life will be turned around by Sirius once again.

“Well now my door was standing open Security were laid back and lax But it was only my heart that got broken You must have had a pass key made out of wax”

I think you get that. But now, I love this song for them in PoA and later on, especially because of this last verse. I think it really embodies the moment in which they both realize that, even if they are reunited, nothing is going to be the same. They are not the same anymore.

“And we're standing outside of this wonderland Looking so bereaved and so bereft Like a bowery bum when he finally understands The bottle's empty and there's nothing left”

[takes a pause to cry]

5. Why Worry?: this song could easily be a lullaby for baby Harry that Lily or James would sing. It has its ALL. I like to imagine, if this album was released before ‘81, they would sing it to him, but then they would start to sing it to each other before bed during the worse days. Imagine James singing this to Lily after Marlene’s death......

I also LOVE the Gryffindor theme we can pick from it:

“But baby, just when this world seems mean and cold Our love comes shining red and gold And all the rest is by the way”

P.S. if you’re looking for extra tears, imagine Lily and James singing this to Harry in his dreams after they’re gone. Yeah. How do we love hurting each other in this fandom...

6. Ride across the river: you know, my strange obsession with the combo Brothers in Arms/Marauders started with this song. Just... let me explain.

“I'm a soldier of freedom in the army of the men We are the chosen, we're the partisan, alright Well the cause it is noble and the cause it is just We are ready to pay with our lives if we must”

This is James and Sirius. They were so eager to prove themselves, they believed in the cause blindly.

“Oh, nothing gonna stop them As the day follows the night Right becomes wrong, the left becomes the right And they sing as they march With their flags unfurled Today in the mountains, tomorrow the world”

This is both Regulus and Peter. They are surrounded by people who believe firmly in what they are fight for. But those boys are not like that. They are scared, they are insure, they feel pressured, they feel alone. They don’t chant, they don’t ban their flags. They remain still while the walls are closing on them, and at the end they snap: one embraces fear, the other raises his head.

6. The Man’s Too Strong: I can see this being a back-and-forth between Sirius and Peter. 

“I am just an aging drummer boy And in the wars I used to play And I've called a tune To many a torture session Now they say I am a war criminal And I'm fading away Father, please hear my confession”

Sooo Sirius in Azkaban.

“I have legalized robbery Called it belief I have a-run with the money I have hid like a thief Re-written history With my armies and my crooks Invented memories I did burn all the books

And I can still hear his laughter And I can still hear his song The man's too big The man's too strong”

How can’t this be Peter? HOW? His fear for “a man who’s too strong”, but also that little taste of revenge. “Invented memories”? “I can still hear his laughter” (Sirius’)? C’mon, people, this fits too well.

“Well I've tried to be meek I have tried to be mild But I spat like a woman And I sulked like a child I have lived behind walls That have made me alone Striven for peace Which I never have known”

For heaven’s sake, this is so Sirius.

7. One World: okay, okay, hear me out. This song can sound pretty generic, but imagine it as Remus’ thoughts after the prank. Yeah, now you get it.

“Can't find the reasons for your actions Or I don't much like the reasoning you use Somehow your motives are impure Somehow I can't find the cure Can't get no antidote for blues”

8. Brothers in Arms: and here we are. This may be the best song ever written on the face of the Earth. I cannot express with words how much I love it. But now, it’s also perfect for our aims. I may be a bit biased, or just crazy, but I assure you, every single word in this lyric screams Marauders to me. It’s about war, it’s about loss, it’s about brotherhood (emotional but also genetical, if you consider Regulus and Sirius). 

Even better, consider this as Sirius’ farewell to Regulus:

“There's so many different worlds So many different suns And we have just one world But we live in different ones”

This is their whole relationship. They grew up looking at other, better functional and non-abusive families, while they were stuck together in their hell. But they were also so different, so far apart; they had completely different experiences and outcomes. And also:

“Let me bid you farewell Every man has to die But it's written in the starlight And every line in your palm We're fools to make war On our brothers in arms”

Well, I did it. I made myself cry. Good job.

[are-we-really-doing-this]

hey dude i read that fic you bookmarked on ao3 and i hate to admit it but its good. i wasn't into it in a sexual way but both men are just so pathetic, awkward, yet intimate to one another the way only deeply dysfunctional freaks can do and i end up enjoying the bits of character study peppered in between. i thought it would be a one and done deal, but i can't stop thinking about it. i read it again a few days later, and the day after, and i think i might be developing a new kink. too bad i dont know who the author is on tumblr, or else i would give this glowing review to them instead.

but now i can't look at the gifs i saved out of a misguided sense of embarrassment and slight guilt. a part of me is still prudish. do you know how to get over stuff like this?

btw yeah, it's the fic with the shit (literal) that got me acting this crazy.

Anon I’m so glad you decided to check it out, I don’t think a single one of my bookmarks is a bum steer (if y’all want some recs my handle is in my bio *wink wonk nudge nudge*). More under cut, it just felt a wee bit long.

About the whole ‘coming to terms with what you’re into’ thing, I have been in your exact shoes before and I guarantee you won’t be the last. For me it was just a matter of time, getting past the initial shock, and noticing more and more things that remind you of it and deciding whether or not you really do like it. Eventually you might start coming up with scenarios yourself or you might find yourself seeking out things that scratch the itch but it’s really about time, thinking it over, and some exposure if you’re comfortable. I’ve found that talking with other people who are already into or open to what you might be interested in helps a lot so feel free to dm me or anyone you’d be comfortable to talk with about it. Just know that if you do end up finding yourself with a new kink that you’re not weird or gross for it in any derogatory sense of the word. PLENTY of good people share gross kinks and if it really does something for you it can be a wonderful thing. I think it’s generally our nature, or at least we are taught, to be prudish and if you want to challenge that then by all means, tear it up. I know I have.

Now, about that fic, funny thing. You may or may not already know, but the author has just posted another fic quite similar to that one with the same pairing so I suggest you check out the author’s works tab. It is a goodie, imma go read it again actually. They have many other amazing fics, some of which contain more grossness which they are pretty much the grandmaster of. If you do like that fic and their others, I suggest you go leave Stink a comment or bookmark on the new or any other fic, I’m sure they’d love to hear it.

[aurorablue22]

Can you do a Remus x FemReader fic with both of them in the Order? Maybe an evening where they feel the weight of the war, have a drink or two and end up sleeping together?

Bonus points for smut and any Sirius involvement but not essential! 😁😁

Hope it’s okay to ask for this!

Anon394

My first ever message request, how exciting!! Thank you my lovely <3 I wasn't quite sure how to include Sirius, I hope that's alright. Something I'll have to work on!

Warnings; drinking, smut

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Here you were, once again. Another feisty Order meeting had been wrapped up, ending in a screaming match between Mundungus Fletcher and Molly Weasley.

You decided to take care of the dishes, as Molly probably had enough to deal with. You added the final plate to the drying rack and sat down at the kitchen table, rubbing your temples. Merlin, what a night this had been.

"Alright (L/N)?"

You were startled by the voice, until you looked up and saw who it came from; Remus Lupin. One of your oldest and closest friends. You smiled, feeling comforted by his very presence.

"Could be better. Just a little... well, you know." It was difficult to put into words, but Remus understood. He always understood.

"Oh yes, I know." he chuckled, waltzing over to stand behind you, putting his ginormous hands on your shoulders. He slowly started to move his thumbs, releasing any tension that resided in your upper back.

"Oh Rem, that feels nice..." you sighed, basking in the feeling.

He breathed deeply, seeming to enjoy the moment as much as you did. "And you know what would be even nicer?" he asked, removing his hands.

"What?" you half-whined, missing him already.

Remus leaned back and grabbed a tall glass bottle, filled with dark amber liquid. With his other hand, he took two short glasses, and put them down in front of you.

He uncorked the bottle and half filled the glasses, then sat down in the chair to your left.

"To us." he said.

"To us?"

"Of course, who else would I rather be toasting?"

The two of you clinked glasses, taking sips of whatever Remus had picked out. It tasted similar to fire whiskey, but it was richer and had less of a kick to it. The two of you sat in silence for a while, enjoying each other’s company. Friendly conversation was exchanged as your glasses were filled again... and again... and again. 

“Remus,” you hicked, struggling to sit still. 

“Hmm?” he looked up, an adorably dumb look adorning his features. 

“I’ve *hic!* always liked you, y’know..” you said, barely registering the severity of your confession. “You’re just so... cute.”

Remus straightened up and furrowed his brows, almost as though what you said had sobered him up. 

“Say that again?” 

You rolled your eyes. “I said, I’ve always liked-” 

You paused mid-sentence, your brain finally piecing your words together. Remus was trying to hide his smirk. 

“(Y/N), please tell me it’s not the liquor speaking.. is it?” 

You shook your head aggressively, a bit of panic settling in. That panic resided when Remus spoke. 

“I’ve always liked you too.”

The both of you looked up, Remus smiling, you looking like a deer in headlights. You looked at him, then the glass in your hands, and back at him again. Without missing a beat, you were out of your chair and in his lap, kissing him fiercely. 

Oh, Remus. What a wonderful feeling he brought you. Something you’d been longing for since you were a teenager. All of your worries washed away as his hands snaked around your body, leaving a tingly sensation in their wake. 

Your eyes flew open in surprise as Remus wrapped his hands under your bum, lifting you up. 

“Rem, where are we going?” you giggled, wrapping your hands around his neck. 

“Somewhere a little more private..” he says between kisses. He proceeds to throw you over his shoulder like a potato sack, causing you to stifle a laugh. He carries you up the grand staircase to a guest room. 

He swiftly closed the door behind him, and made way to the bed. He dropped you down on it, about to lean in for another kiss, when you stopped him. Remus looked at you, surprised (and concerned) before you spoke. 

“You gonna lock that?” you said, eyeing the door. 

“Oh right!” he said in realization, quickly striding over and clicking the lock. You smiled at how this composed gentleman could still be awkward given the chance. 

“Alright..” he says, running his hands through his hair. “Where were we?”

You opened your arms for him, and once again he took you in his embrace. He laid you down while you kissed passionately, and his long fingers worked to remove your clothing.

As much as he would deny it, Remus took a visible pause once he’d removed your bra. He sort of just froze, ogling at your breasts. Before you made a remark, he blinked himself back to reality, immediately wrapping his lips around your nipple. 

With one hand, he shimmied your bottoms down, and with the other he played with your free nipple. Your breathing heightened from the stimulation, and you could feel his smirk. You could also feel the ever-growing bulge in his trousers as it brushed past your knee. 

For a fleeting moment, Remus’ mouth left your breast and he towered over you, giving a soft smile. You quirked and eyebrow, and then he spoke. 

“You’re so beautiful.” is all he said, causing a blush to take over your cheeks. 

He then tore off his own clothing, leaving him in his boxers, and he practically leaped back onto you. It was amusing, seeing Remus so giddy about something. It made you feel as though you were teenagers again. 

The two of you moved higher up the bed, your head resting on a pillow and his between your legs. 

“May I?” he inquired, sort of thinking out loud. You nodded, trembling with excitement. He didn’t need to be told twice. Remus slowly began kissing your clit, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs. The way he moved his tongue was incredible, causing you to let out sighs of pleasure. You peeked down, noticing Remus’ current expression. His eyes were closed; he was soaking up every moment. He had never tasted anything sweeter. 

Without warning, he slid a finger inside you. The both of you were surprised by just how easily it slipped in. He’d already made you a dripping mess. He arched his finger, dragging it along your g-spot and you let out a sinful sound, to which he smirked. 

Before you could even draw in a breath he’d inserted another finger, pumping them with such purpose you thought you might burst. Remus’ fingers were large, and he certainly knew how to put them to use. Before you knew it, that familiar coil in your belly unraveled, releasing high pitched moans along the way. 

As Remus detached himself from you, he spoke again. 

“With those high notes I’m surprised you’re not part of an orchestra.”

You laughed. “I think you’re spending too much time with Sirius, that sounds exactly like something he would say.”

Remus looked at you lovingly before removing his boxers, and your mouth went dry. If you’d thought his fingers were large, then you were sorely mistaken. 

“Sweet Merlin, Remus!” you said before you could stop yourself, your jaw dropping. 

“Well, I do hope you’re pleasantly surprised..” he said, his smile growing. He was lazily stroking his cock while your eyes trained over him. 

“I just can’t wrap my head around the fact I’ve been sitting in the same room as that all these years!” you said, internally cringing at yourself. But Remus didn’t seem to mind the comments. 

“Silly girl,” he said, crawling up the bed. “You could’ve said the word and I’d have been all yours.”

With that, he resumed his position on top of you, kissing you passionately. Damn, this man was a good kisser. 

“Ready?” he murmured against your lips, and you hummed your approval. He slowly inserted his dick, and you gasped. You shut your eyes tightly and he buried his head in your shoulder. His long, drawling groan sent arousal straight through you. 

Once fully sheathed, the two of you were still, letting yourselves adjust. It took a bit longer than you’d expected, considering just how above average Remus was. 

“You can move darling, I’m ready.” you whispered.

He gave you a peck on the cheek before slowly bucking his hips. It was a romantic, beautiful process and never in your life had you felt more alive. The two of you, who had cared about each other for decades, finally expressed your love in more than a kind gesture. 

He gradually picked up the pace, and all your pain melted away. This was the most pleasurable thing you’d ever experienced. His breathing became harsher; Remus was absolutely thrilled. He was basking in this moment, relishing in the fact that this is actually happening. He kissed down the valley of your breasts.

“Ohh Rem...” you moaned, your mouth in close proximity with his ear. 

“Say it again darling.” he stuttered. “Say my name.”

“Remus... Oh Rem! Ah!” you bellowed, as he hit a perfectly wonderful spot. 

And he knew his too; he continued reaching for that spot, and soon enough you felt your high approaching. Remus caught onto this immediately. 

“Look at me (Y/N),” he panted. “I wanna see just how pretty you are when you cum.”

Letting out another operatic sound, you held eye contact with Remus, digging your nails into his back. He came immediately after you, spilling himself inside of you. You practically melted into the bed, your legs feeling like jelly. He rolled onto his side, laying next to you. 

“You did wonderfully my love.” he spoke, after a moment of gentle silence. “I certainly hope this won’t be our last encounter.”

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Hi my lovelies! To the anon, I’m sorry it took so long to fill this request; school’s been distracting. Requests are open... but I do ask for a bit of patience baahahha. 

~Aurora

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Worthy of a Queen | Jurdan Canon Compliant AU

AU: Jude decided to take Cardan in small doses during The Wicked King. Lovers AU

Summary: Jude was a fool for try to best Cardan here. She may be a cunning spy and a swords master but the bedroom and lovemaking was his domain.

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“Shall we continue?” he asked in a voice of innocence that certainly seemed akin to lying with how far innocence was from his intentions.

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Jude had underestimated Cardan. She got her prize, she had won the battle, but he was going to win the war. With that miserable thought in mind and her pride boiling with anger she spat out her response, “fuck you.”

Cardan’s chuckle was dark and dangerous as he said, “with pleasure.”

Rating: M is for mature and mad filthy (but ends sweetly) (I try to trick ya in the beginning bare with it)

AN: This is my first ever fic!!!! And of course, it's Jurdan and of course, it's smut. No one is surprised. Shout out to Amber and Hannah for being my beta readers and convincing me to post this. And shout out to @slightlyrebelliouswriter23 who's beautiful writing made me go fuck it and sit down and write something myself which I've always wanted to do, so thank you keep being wonderful.

Please let me know what y'all think! I have ideas for a whole fic for this so if you want that tell me.

Inspired by these sketches and this

set during the Wicked King

warnings: hair pulling, spanking, and light bondage

AO3

As she lay sprawled out on her hands and knees, dirty, sweaty, and out of breath, it was clear to Jude Duerte that pride was her hamartia. She could have everything that she needed if she would only concede but stubbornly she refused to. Her pride wouldn't allow it, no matter how desperate she was.

Instead of the glory, she assumed she would achieve that night she lay there pathetically at his mercy. Something she deeply detested. She detested it almost as much as the smirk she could practically hear on his full lips as an infuriatingly cocky laugh rumbled out from deep in his throat. A laugh that had her toes curling and her seeing red and seething. Just as most things that came from his lips did.

Jude gritted her teeth together as she futilely attempted once more to get him to relent but the ironclad grip on her hair did not loosen and she was met with another rumble of laughter followed by a resonating smack of skin against skin. Her cheek stung from the impact and the slap made her burn red hot. The blow would surely bruise.

She hated him for this. Absolutely loathed him for it. She could easily beat him in a fight, have him on his back with a knife to his throat in less than ten seconds if she wanted. He knew that as much as she did. He probably relished in the knowledge of it, of having her here like this when she could easily best him. But she couldn’t now. Not if she wanted what she came for. Tonight her only option of getting what she needed would be to play nice. Something she was not fond of nor good at. Something that she absolutely did not want to do. Jude wanted nothing more than to make him see red as she did at that moment.

In her anger and frustration, Jude let his name snarled from her lips, “Enough of your stupid games Cardan” she nearly spat the last syllable out.

She was met with another slap, its impact sent her reeling with a groan slipping from her mouth. She hated to give away that his blow affected her at all; that groan was a loss for her. He hummed at the sound she made. Satisfied that her patience was running thin. Happy that he was getting to her. He knew he was winning. He gripped her hair tighter, tugging her head back and her lips pulled into a sneer. She could hear that fucking smirk again as he murmured into her ear with the buttery voice of a lover, “What games do you speak of my darling Jude?”

She struggled again but to no avail. The ‘my darling’ getting to her just like he knew it would. Oh, it made her burn. “You know what I’m speaking of!”

All that he smugly replied with was “Do I?” a small quip from his devastating lips.

She knew he was toying with her. Responding with questions to avoid having to speak in truths. A common trick of the fae used to deceive those around them. But Jude was having none of it.

“Give me what I want, Cardan!” it was a vicious snarl from her lips. He stilled completely at it and she knew it had been a mistake to let her temper fly. She knew he would only give her what she craved if she played by his rules and losing this prize was not an option for her. She couldn’t afford it. Jude was absolutely desperate.

He leaned in close to her ear once more and in a hushed whisper that sent a shiver, not unlike a premonition, down her spine and said, “all you have to do is ask Jude. But make it pretty, befitting of the king of fairy,” his words were an infuriating echo of what he had said to her not so long ago at the summer tournament after she had bested him in the war games. He had gripped her hair like this then too. But Jude doubted she would best him tonight.

She hated it. She hated him for this.

“Go fuck yourself,” she spat at him. He gripped her hair painfully tight this time and slapped her ass harder than he had before. The combination left a series of moans spilling out of her.

He drank up her cries like it was the fine wine they had drunk from the bottle which sat empty next to their dinner on the discarded tray situated on his bed next to them. The gaudy fabric of the comforter cushioned both of their knees, his tucked under and between hers, forcing her legs to be spread wide for him.

“But then I’d have to stop fucking you, my sweet nightmare. And I know neither one of us would want that” he looked down to where he was buried to the hilt in her, still and unmoving. His free hand massaging her red and sore butt cheeks that were bruising from his earlier abuse.

“Especially not after you were dressed up so divinely for me tonight. That dress was just begging to come off wasn’t it?” He hummed as his free hand went from massaging her sore bum to teasing her right above the nub between her thighs. So close to where she desperately needed him to be but giving her no reprieve and only making her more desperate. Jude bit her lip, refusing to respond, her stubbornness digging its heels in, so Cardan continued on.

“I could tell how wound up you were when you showed up here. With a pretty blush already on your breasts and the sweet scent of your arousal coming from your skirts with every step you took towards me.” The dress in question laid discarded on the floor beside his own clothes. It had been raven-black to match his hair, hugged her curves and muscles like a second skin, and was dangerously low cut. Definitely not her usual attire, definitely wasn't subtle Jude realized with embarrassment. Both of their wardrobes had been removed in haste not far into their dinner. The buttons of Cardan’s ridiculous blouse scattered the tiles beneath the bed, having been ripped from the fabric as Jude rushed to undress him in her lustful frenzy.

“So unusually kind of you to bring dinner and wine for me, to ask to eat in my company. I know it was all just an act to get me to fuck you, Jude. The least you could do for me is beg for it,” he whispered dangerously, his voice thick with his arousal.

Jude flushed again, this time in shame from his words. That he truly thought it out of her character to be kind. It was true of course. Jude wasn’t a very kind person, not after what she had lived through. But for some reason that was beyond her, she wanted him to think highly of her. She wanted him to think she was kind. And most bizarre of all, she wanted to be kind to him. Perhaps fairyland was driving her mortal mind mad after all.

“It wasn’t just to get you to bed me Cardan,” Jude answered ashamed of how breathy it came out, ashamed of what she was about to say, “I did want to enjoy your company tonight. I brought you dinner and wine because I thought it would make you happy.”

Jude would be damned before she begged him or anyone for anything. But if he wanted sweet words from her she would give it to him at this point. His free hands had moved upwards from tracing around her clit and had gone to circle her breasts. From time to time he would give them a brutal squeeze. More taunting but no release. Jude was a bundle of nerves wound up painfully tight. She needed her prize and she would be getting it if it was the last thing she did. She just wouldn’t beg for it.

To her surprise, he landed another searing smack to her backside sending her sliding forward and had him pulling her back onto his cock by her hair. Jude’s toes curled on the mattress, more moans spilling from her lips. She was beyond keeping them in at this point, the wine they had drunk making her dizzy, or perhaps it was just him doing that. The lust fogged her brain more than the alcohol did. She tried to slide forward again so she could push back onto his delicious length, rock hard and throbbing within her, but he held her hair tight, keeping her in place. Still no release in sight.

“Dirty mortal liar” Cardan spat at her, not believing her wishes to make him happy. Landing another brutal blow on her bum. Cardan had confessed to Jude in the court of shadows that he was no killer, but that didn’t take away from his cruel nature. He wasn't being gentle with her. Jude didn’t want him to be.

The spanking was a mercy compared to the torture he had been forcing her to endure. The sharp slaps gave her friction and reprieve from his cold refusal to please her in the ways she craved. And now because of her earlier outbursts, he remained buried in her gut unmoving and wouldn't move an inch till she begged him to. Before at least he had been in motion albeit it being painfully slow. Sliding in and out of her aching core, still slick and throbbing from his earlier ministrations with his mouth. He had spent longer feasting on her than he had on his meal, now cold and forgotten. He had tortured her with his tongue, bringing her to the edge of precipice but never allowing her to tumble over the peak into blissful oblivion.

She thought he would finally give her release when he slid his gloriously thick length inside of her but still he only taunted her. Slowly he would slide in and out of her, mocking her with what she was desperate for. He would pull out to his tip, her hair locked in his ringed hand keeping her in place while he eased back into her wetness at a punishingly slow pace. All the while knowing she was desperate for more. Each strike to her ass had been a godsend, pumping red hot arousal to her system while his little endearments, ‘my Jude’, ‘my sweet nightmare’ spurred her on. Cardan knew she secretly loved to hear them. Knew she loved hearing him call her ‘his’. Knew it made her think of all the things he could do to claim her as his; with his hands, mouth, and cock.

But they were far too alike the two of them, Cardan as prideful and stubborn as she. Jude could feel him pulsing inside her. A pounding throb in time with his heartbeat. She knew it had to be painful at this point, he was torturing himself as much as he was her. But that was part of the thrill for him. He loved the powerplay, loved toying. He wanted to come out on top; Jude couldn’t let him.

“I may be a liar Cardan but I didn’t just then. I want to make you happy.” Jude was panting as she spoke. She would never live this down. She couldn’t bring herself to care though. It was the truth. She wanted it as much as she wanted him at that moment. She hadn’t been able to rid herself of the guilt of tricking him into the crown and chaining him to the throne as well as her command. She wanted to see a smile on his face rather than the sneer that lived there most days, as breathtaking as he was with either. Jude wanted Cardan to be happy and she wanted to be the one to make him feel that way. Especially after she was the source of his misery. Although it wasn’t as though he hadn’t been the source for much of hers in the past. That alone was the only thing that kept her from begging him to give her what she so desired. That she was horny enough to even consider begging him, if he was deserving of it, was something she didn't want to think too much about.

“If you wanted to make me happy Jude,” he said her name like a curse, his frustration with her stubbornness evident, ”you would beg for me.”

She felt a ghost of a touch tickle against her arm then flee away an instant later. She peeked down as much as she could with Cardan pulling her head back like he was. Below, his tail was coiling and uncoiling. Whipping back and forth sporadically. Like a cat’s would while it attacked its prey. Before, he had the laziness of a cat who had caught a mouse; a cat that was toying its food before devouring it. Now he was agitated and ready to strike. Jude could use that.

At her refusal to respond to him Cardan tisked and lamented “well if you have nothing to ask of me, my goddess of death, then I suppose we are done here.”

He started to pull out of her as though he meant to leave her there as a panting, aching, mess with no release in sight. Her prize to be lost. She felt his tail whisper next to her arm again, just as he slid his tip out, and with the desperation of a mouse fleeing its captor, Jude latched onto his tail and ripped him back, slamming his raging length deep into her. Hard. The cross between a groan and a whimper that escaped from his lips, and the toe-curling feeling of him slamming into her made her mad with desperation and giddy with power. Jude wasn't the mouse anymore. She was a lioness; she was going to feed.

“You’ll do well to remember who put that crown on your head, My King. Begging is out of the question and will be until you are worthy of it,” she purred at him. “As your sechel, I’d advise you to please me and do it well. But, and more importantly,” she said as sweet as the fruit of the everapple tree, “As the Queen of Shadows and master of your fate I demand you do it,” she finished with a smirk, using the word ‘demand’ instead of ‘command’, so there was no true magical power over him to do so.

“And Cardan,” She said glancing over her shoulder, his grip on her hair had gone slack enough for her to do so from his shock at her actions and words, “Do make it worthy of a Queen.”

Her bravo started to wear off as the giddiness faded. It was in that moment, staring into the Achingly beautiful face of the High King, whose midnight black orbs burned like fire threatening to consume her that Jude realized her mistake. From the look of the wickedly sinister grin on his sinful lips, Jude knew would be getting her prize after all… and then some. Cardan had been playing nice until now, in hopes she would be nice in turn to him. Now that he knew there would be no such thing he was more than willing to unleash himself on her relentlessly.

What a fool she had been to forget one of the first rules of fairyland: Be careful what you wish for.

Jude would be lucky to be able to sit down or move for the next week without being sore if their last row together was any indication of how the rest of the evening would play out.

Cardan’s grip on her hair tightened again and used his free hand to trace a single finger up the curve of her spine, sending goosebumps flying in its wake. He pulled her up against his chest by her hair. Her head resting on his shoulder now, breasts pushed out to the world and peeking from the chill in the room brought on by his change in mood. Being the High King gave Cardan control over the weather and such things; no more nice Cardan who gave her sweet endearment, this was the Cardan she was most familiar with, his face the picture of icy rage.

Her breath plumed in clouds from the frigid temperature and ruffled the raven black hair sticking to the sweat on his brow. She shivered from the cold. He was so devastatingly beautiful like this it made her head spin. The sneer on his face made her toes curl knowing she was the one who had put it there.

His voice was murderous as he murmured, “Give me back my tail.”

Her grip on the thing tightened as it tried to lash out of her grip. His tone only stoked the fire burning in her gut, the heat fighting the chill of the room.

She felt the giddiness bubble up in her again, the same feeling of fear mixed with excitement that she got when she taunted him at school. The feeling of taking a dare.

“Fuck me like you were told princeling and perhaps I will,” she referred to him by the same mocking title his late siblings would call him by, all of them being more than a hundred years his senior and already have established roles in the kingdom, while he was hardly 19 and had still been in school with no real power. She was deliberately placing him beneath her by calling herself a queen and him only a boy prince, despite him being two years her senior. She felt the smugness tugging her lips when she heard his breath come out ragged and slow. He was going to great lengths to keep his temper in check, still not wanting to let her win. But Jude could taste her victory, her toes curled and her gut tingled with sharp electricity boiling there. An almost hysterical laugh bubbled up her throat, knowing that her next words would send him over the edge.

“Or perhaps you don’t know how to please a woman, hmmm?? Were all those ballads about you being a good lover just pixie dust in the breeze? Maybe the musicians of the court were just flattering you so that the fine people of fairy would think that you were actually good for something.”

It was an obvious lie and they both knew it, Cardan has had her screaming his name, soaking the sheets, and has made her a blubbering mess, nothing more than putty in his arms, much to her own shame. But the lie was an insult to his manhood nonetheless. He would have to fuck her senseless now, his honor and pride would demand it.

His grip on her hair tightened as the room rapidly started to heat back up, getting hotter by the second. Cardan was pissed now. He used his free hand to trace the curves of her body following his hand with his deadly stare. He took in every inch of her, from the blush on her cheeks that burned so bright it went straight down her neck and chest and spotted across her full breasts which were heavy and aching from her arousal. He took in Jude’s toned stomach and muscular thighs appraising them as though they were one of the powders he frequently took as though he hadn't had a dose in far too long and was itching for it. There was a furious hunger in that gaze. The stare of a recovering alcoholic glaring at the bottle before he dived to the bottom of it. Furious for even wanting it, furious for going back to it, furious for having said no to it for so long when it felt so right. He was going to give into Jude even if she didn’t beg him for it. He was pissed about it.

His tracing hand slowly inched towards the numb of nerves between Jude’s thighs, her hair tugged back on his shoulder allowed him to hear the airy sigh that befell her lips, tickling his hair. Her airy moan sounded like one someone would heave when they stepped into a steaming bath after a long day of hard work, easing their aching muscles. That wouldn't do at all. There would be no easing for her. If she wanted to step in that tub then Cardan was going to shove her in and force her head under the water and keep it there till she was thrashing for air. If she wouldn't beg him to start, then she would have to beg him to stop.

Cardan leaned in and whispered to her ear, using all of his willpower to keep his temper in check, “Fitting for a Queen you said hmm,” the words sent shivers running down her spine, had her walls clenching around his cock that was still buried in her, to her great dismay still not in motion.

Cardan paused to take a breath and for a moment the whole room stilled as though his magic had quieted the very air around them, as if the whole kingdom was tingling in anticipation, silently waiting to see what happened next. Even the roaring fire that was crackling in its hearth just seconds prior didn’t dare to make a sound, lest it invokes the wrath of the wicked king. The only noise was Jude’s ragged breathing in eerie contrast.

Cardan’s words eased out in his exhale, resembling the sickening woop in the stomach one gets when falling from large heights, “How's this for fitting?”

Jude’s eyes were blown wide and then forced tightly shut as he unleashed himself onto her. The sounds of the room roaring back to life around them were completely lost to her as the brutally aching bliss filled her to the brim. The sensations were overpowering her, overwhelming her senses after being denied it for so long. The feeling of his length filling her to the brim combined with his sinful hands, one tugging her hair the other rubbing her nub; It was too much. Cardan’s hand was brutal in its attack on her clit, rubbing her relentlessly right where she wanted it, just the way she liked it.

The act alone was more than enough and already toying her towards the edge of release. Cardan knew Jude’s body far too well. He had spent plenty of time tracking all her tells, tracking every breath she took while she lay beneath him from the first moment she welcomed him into her bed. His dark hungry eyes always locked on her taking everything in. Cardan was a fantastic lover not just because he knew how to please any woman who passed his way, but because he went to lengths to perfect his craft for those who stayed.

Jude realized with no little shame that he had been saying something to her but she had missed it because of the roaring in her ear. Her cheeks went impossibly pinker when she realized it hadn't been roaring, but her own moaning. She hadn't even realized she was doing it so overcome by her arousal after being denied all night. She glanced up at him and all she could stupidly say was, “huh?”

He barked a laugh, his head thrown back; he loved making her like this. Knocking Ms. Know-it-all off her pedestal, making her dumb-founded and drooling. Such a sharp contrast to her usual stoic demeanor. He leaned down close to her face, slowly licked up the dribble of spit hanging from the corner of her mouth. Then with a wicked smirk on his sinful face, one that promised nothing but trouble, he went to her ear and snickered, “you’re as soaked for me as you were when I shoved you into that river mortal.”

As he said it he rubbed her just so, sending her shuddering relentlessly into an orgasm around his unmoving cock. The orgasm shattered her mind and made her see white, then instantly red from the fury his word sent her into. She hated that he made her come while he said that. Knew he had done it on purpose to piss her off. Knew it was the damning truth since no lie could fall from his fairy lips. Bliss, anger, and shame all swelled within her swirling together and muddling her mind in ways fairy fruit never could. Jude felt as though she might fade into the very magic of fairyland at that moment for surely if one could be magic itself, this would be how they always felt.

Jude couldn’t even get a word in back at him for what he said because he slammed his mouth against hers before she could recover enough to form a coherent sentence; licking and drinking up her moans like it was his only purpose in life. His other hand moved from restraining her hair and wrapped around her middle, pinning the arm holding his tail to her side in an ironclad hold and pinning her body against chest; his hand reaching up to attack her breasts. Switching back and forth between one and the other, he would alternate massaging and pinching her nipples with painful precision. His other hand was still working her clit sending her rolling from one orgasm into the next. The combination of it all was so overwhelming she cried out into his mouth as she squirted all over his hands, soaking their legs and the sheets beneath them. Jude was awash with shame and bliss, leaning her full weight on him to remain upright. He hadn’t even begun to fuck her properly yet, Cardan was still buried within her throbbing painfully from denying himself and she was already a stupid mess in his arms. The shit-eating smirk on his face told her that he was thinking the same thing.

Jude was a fool for try to best Cardan here. She may be a cunning spy and a swords master but the bedroom and lovemaking was his domain. Her legs quivered beneath her, hands limp at her side. Cardan released his hold on her, sending her falling ungracefully forward onto her chest and face. He laughed at her mockingly, “and now the sheets are nearly as soaked as your clothes were that day.”

Jude’s blood boiled and she wanted to turn around and slap him. But as she went to move she found herself unable to. While she hadn’t been looking, brain hazy from her orgasms, the roots from the tree atop the hill had curled their way down the bedposts and snaked their way across the sheets wrapping around her wrists binding her in place. Another display of his kingly magic. Jude tried to figure where she went wrong, one moment she was the one with power and now here she was again, completely at his mercy and more so than before. The answer to her question flicked back and forth in the periphery of her vision, his tail moving again like a lazy cat playing a game it knew it was going to win. He had made her come so hard she completely lost her senses and touched the stars and managed to release her one and only advantage.

“Thank you for returning my tail to me sweet Jude,” he said, noting her coming to this realization. His hand returned to her hair pulling her head back as much as he could while her hands were bound. He shifted, leaning forward shifting his body causing his cock to finally move within her once more; it was enough to make her lose a breathy moan. Oh! The frustration she felt with herself! She was a fool for him and it was humiliating. His other hand went back to massaging her bruised bum as he chuckled darkly behind her.

“Shall we continue?” he asked in a voice of innocence that certainly seemed akin to lying with how far innocence was from his intentions. Jude was still miserably horny, and not even the two earth-shattering orgasms he had given her were able to satiate her need after all the torture he had put her through earlier. She craved him desperately but her wounded pride couldn't bear to ask him to go on. She tried to shift her bum against his length again, the same attempts she had earlier, knowing it was just as futile now as it had been before. He laughed at her, slamming his palm hard against her ass just as he had done each time before.

“Excuse me, your majesty,” he purred, mocking her for calling herself a queen while pumping into her once, twice. Teasing her, making her nails dig into the bound palms of her hands in ecstasy, “I believe I asked you a question, my queen.”

Another endearment. Him calling her his. His queen. She squirmed again, willing him to please her but he held fast.

“Last chance Jude,” he murmured in her ear, leaning all the way forward so his cocked filled her completely, “Beg for mercy and I’ll give it to you,” the smirk was as present as ever in his infuriatingly sexy voice.

Jude had underestimated Cardan. She got her prize, she had won the battle, but he was going to win the war. With that miserable thought in mind and her pride boiling with anger she spat out her response, “fuck you.”

Cardan’s chuckle was dark and dangerous as he said, “with pleasure.”

He slammed into her unrelenting: brutal and hard. Jude was going to have to skip training tomorrow because of this, her body would be too sore. She hated missing training and it made her furious at him. Perhaps she just liked being made at him, she thought as he hit her spot over and over again making her see spots. She went to bury her moans and cries in the covers, still damp beneath them from when she squirted, but he pulled her hair back forcing her to cry out into the room for him to hear.

“Moan for me Queen Jude,” he gruffed out viciously, riled up and ravenous after having to wait so long himself to have her, “let me hear how worthy this fucking is of you hmm.. this is what you wanted wasn't it? A good fucking? It's what you came here for.”

He was relentless, Jude was biting her lip trying hard to not give him what he wanted. The wet sloppy sound of their bodies joining together echoed in the room in time with the slapping of his pelvis against her ass. It was debauched to hear how sinfully wet she was for him, the wet slapping making it painfully evident just how ‘worthy’ his fucking was. She groaned through her teeth and he yanked her hair hard forcing her mouth open. Her moans came spilling out, pitching each time he thrust his body into hers.

Cardan was groaning with her now. He was getting close if his sporadic thrusts were any indicator. The knowledge that he was getting off to her made her walls clench around him and her toes curl in pleasure, forcing a groan from deep in his throat to spill out. It was otherworldly, doing this with him, so many emotions, sensations, and feelings all swirling together in a messy lustful haze that left them rutting like savage dogs by the end of the night. They hated each other, didn't they? How could they keep coming back to each other like this? Why did this feel so right?

He pulled her hair back hard making her back bend almost painfully towards him, her wrists straining against the vines that bound her; training was definitely out of the question this week. She could see his face now, brows pinched, eyes dark, sweat dripping off of him while his mouth hung open. He was devastatingly gorgeous like this. He leaned down and kissed her as he landed three sharp blows to her ass with his other hand as he pounded into her relentlessly. She squirted again seeing stars as another orgasm ran through her. He smiled a brilliant smile down at her for it. So beautiful that she all but forgot her pride existed as she said breathily, “I didn’t come here just to fuck you Cardan, I swear it,” blush burning her cheeks at her confession, “I wanted to make you happy.”

She felt emotions shining on her face, ones she always buried but she didn’t mind it. Jude was mad with pleasure, drunk on his kiss, his scent, and sensations. Jude was drunk on him. Caution was lost to her.

Cardan’s eyes went wide at her words and he released her hair suddenly. A swear was a serious thing in Fairy especially one made to the high king. The vines receded from restraining her and he unsheathed himself from her aching core. She was met with a jolt of horror at what she had done, what she had said, in fear that she had upset him.

The panic was quickly replaced by confusion as he rolled her onto her back with tender hands and then leaned above her positioning himself between her legs with one arm bracing beside her head while his other hand came up to tenderly caressing her cheek. His cock was positioned right before her entrance, leaking with precum. He clearly had stopped right before his climax. What on earth compelled him to do such a thing?

“Is that the truth?” he said in a breathy whisper, chest still heaving from their wild fuckings, still trying to catch his breath.

All Jude could manage was a small nod.

His eyes searched hers, looking for something. Jude didn’t know if he found what he was looking for but after a moment he slowly slid into her again staring into her eyes. She wanted to look away, his gaze was too much as he slowly and sweetly slid their bodies together, again and again. He was being tender with not a rush in the world. A different kind of fire started building within her. Instead of a burning inferno like earlier, this one was the slow-burning of water set to boil. His dark gaze was searching, consuming. His beautiful face slack in awe as he looked at her.

“Beautiful,” he murmured like wonder spilling out of him. Jude snapped her eyes shut to it, to what she felt. She felt naked for the first time today despite having been freed of her clothing for the better part of two hours now. The way he was holding her, the way their bodies slid together, it terrified her, the emotions it stirred up. He cooed at her then, fingers caressing her cheek, “Jude,” he said sweetly, “look at me Jude, it's okay.”

She scrunched her eyes shut further at his words. He stilled, pulling away from her. He heaved a sigh, that sounded so much like hurt and disappointment. Quickly, shyly her hand reached out to the ringed one on her cheek just as it went to pull away. Softly Jude said, “Please-- Please don’t stop.”

Jude mustered all the courage she had, reached into the well of fearlessness she had obtained from living in fairyland, and opened her eyes. Dark pools the color of midnight stared back at her, full of swimming emotion. It was overwhelming, confusing. She wished she knew what he was thinking, wished she knew if this meant something. There was so much fear in her and she knew he could see it all on her face. She was so scared of this, “Please Cardan, keep going. Please. I-- I beg you.”

The smile that graced his shocked face was beautiful and hesitant like the one someone might make if they thought something was too good to be true. She shocked herself with the plea, she had never thought she could long for someone the way that she did at that moment. She wished she knew what he was thinking. She peeked to his tail in hope of gaining some insight, but it was wrapped around her calf, the furred tip seemed to be caressing her. She looked back up at him. Cardan was smirking, but it wasn't mocking, it seemed… endearing almost. But that couldn’t be. He clearly knew why Jude looked at his tail, knowing she liked keeping an eye on it because it made him easier to read. The crinkles beneath his eyes gave away happiness and his smirk tugged into a dazzling smile.

Jude’s heart was pounding so hard it almost hurt. He ran his hand down from her cheek to her chest, feeling how fast it was pounding. His smile only grew, as he leaned down and nuzzled his nose against hers. Jude let loose a breath she didn't know she had been holding, it came spilling out of her like an airy laugh, her lashes fluttering at his closeness. He was being so sweet, it threw her off guard. She peeked into his eyes once more, she didn't really know what she was looking for in them. But she knew what she did not find there: his arrogance, his cruelty, and his wickedness.

There in his dark eyes, she saw something she didn't understand yet. Saw something shining there that she knew reflected back in her own. Confusion mingled with an emotion she had never known before. She realized she didn't understand a lot of things, about life, fairyland, and him. From the look in his eyes, she realized she didn't need to understand everything. And with that realization, she wasn't afraid anymore. She peered into his eyes unabashedly now, Belkin’s words from in the Isle of the Forgotten rang in her head:

“to mortals, the feeling of falling in love is similar to the feeling of fear.”

But what do mortals feel when they stop falling. What happens when they were wholly in love.

Jude didn’t know, and she didn’t care to know. She didn’t need to understand everything, she didn’t need to understand what she felt. She needed to just feel it.

If nothing else, Jude felt safe here in Cardan’s arms. A feeling that she had long grown unaccustomed to thanks to the cruelty of her life. She looked at the man before her, so similar to yet so strikingly different from the boy he was under Belkin’s thumb. This was a man who she wanted to make happy. And despite his uncanny ability to frustrate her, he had the uncanny ability to make her happy as well. He made her forget her pride and she made him forget his own. Neither caring who came out on top anymore. Maybe it was just the sex, maybe it was something more. She didn’t know and somehow that was fine.

With those thoughts singing in her head, Jude Duerte leaned up and kissed Cardan Greenbriar soft and slow, allowing all the things she kept buried within her to come pouring out. Allowing all the things she didn’t understand to pour out with it because perhaps Cardan didn’t understand it either. Perhaps they could learn to understand it together.

So that night, Jude waved the white flag and she made love to the King of Fairy.

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Hate To Think About You With Somebody Else - F.W.

Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: Fred and Y/N used to be friends with benefits, but that arrangement ended in heartbreak. Can Fred handle seeing her out with somebody else?

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: 18+ NSFW. MINORS DNI. Mentions of alcohol, mentions of blood, small bit of violence/fight scene (the reader and Fred are not injured), possessive talk, fingering, degradation, bondage, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, a bit angsty with a happy ending. Please let me know if I’ve forgotten anything!

A/N: For @theweasleytwinsgirl​ who asked for the reader teasing Fred, leading to her being tied up! I added a bit of plot to it, because I cannot help it. Obviously, this fic is lightly inspired by “Somebody Else” by The 1975. I am not very confident in my smut writing abilities, so any feedback would be appreciated! I also feel I should thank @lumosandnoxwriting for giving me advice and reassurance throughout writing this. Pictures are from Pinterest.

I have not included all of my general taglist, because I do not know who is 18+ or who wants to be tagged in smut.

Fred, George, Angelina, and Alicia sat leisurely around the twins’ shared living room, laughing and giggling over drinks. The past few weeks had been hell at the shop, so the boys felt they needed a much deserved night to just relax. Previously, Fred would have liked nothing more than to relieve his tension with Y/N, but unfortunately, that was no longer an option. 

“Have you heard about Y/N and Pucey?” Angelina prodded with a giggle, her eyes alit with mischief. 

Fred’s jaw immediately clenched at the sound of her name, his grip on his glass tightening. He most certainly hadn’t heard about her in a few weeks, and he hadn’t expected to have such a visceral reaction at the mere mention of her name. Regaining his composure, he forced himself to relax a bit and quirk a brow, feigning both confusion and interest.

“No? They shagging?” George questioned, sitting forward in his seat.

“Apparently, but I guess it’s becoming a bit more serious than just that.” Angelina shrugged, turning her gaze to Alicia beside her for confirmation. When the second girl nodded, Fred downed another gulp of his drink.

That can’t be right, he thought. It hadn’t even been a month since the last time they had been together, Y/N pinned beneath him as breathy moans escaped her lips. In the dim light of his bedroom, she had whispered to him that her pussy was his, that she was his, and now, apparently, she was with someone else. Some part of him knew that he had no right to be upset, because truthfully, it was his choice to end their little arrangement. But she had left him no choice after breaking their number one rule.

Y/N and Fred had ventured past friendly acquaintanceship about a year before, after a few too many firewhiskys at an infamous Weasley twins’ party. The morning after, they had tiptoed around each other, clearly uncomfortable by the change in dynamic. But it didn’t take long for it to happen again, and again, and again. Before either of them had really realized it, they had become much more than friends but much less than really together, and Fred wanted to keep it that way. He wanted them to remain in that middle ground.

As far as he knew, Y/N was more than fine with where they stood with each other. Until one day, she wasn’t. He remembered clearly how she had bit her lip and gazed at him, only moments after finishing him off with her mouth. He had looked at her curiously, wondering where her usual, joking, post-coital self had gone. 

“Have you ever thought of me as more than, you know, just an easy fuck?”

Her words had shocked him, because they certainly weren’t the turn of phrase he would have used. He didn’t think of her as ‘an easy fuck,’ he thought of her as a friend. Someone he cared deeply for. But as he gazed into her desperate eyes, he was struck with the realization that he didn’t care for her the way she hoped. He had swallowed deeply, preparing his words in his mind, before shattering her heart.

Now, he wasn’t sure why he cared. Sure, he had thought about her a lot in the weeks they’d been apart, but he was always so sure that he had made the right choice. Relationships were messy, and he was young, so he had no intention to be tied down so soon. Still, the thought of her with Adrian Pucey made his blood boil, and he wished desperately that he could put an explanation to the feeling.

“Fred?” 

The sound of his name tore him from his thoughts of Y/N, and he quickly plastered on his signature goofy grin before sitting forward and re-immersing himself in the conversation. Still, in the back of his mind, images of Y/N and Adrian played on repeat, fueling a fire that he hadn’t realized was a lit within him.

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A week later, Fred found himself at a party at Oliver Wood’s flat, celebrating a win for Puddlemere United. There was an array of different people there, ranging from his old Hogwarts team, to groupies, to people who had just showed up at the mention of a party. Fred had planned on getting drunk that night, but after seeing George and Lee sloppily grinding on a few witches in an intoxicated bliss, he decided maybe—for once—he would be the responsible one.

Fred had gone nearly an hour, just barely nursing a glass of firewhisky and chatting with old friends jovially, before his eyes landed on a familiar face entering the party. 

Fred was frozen at the eye contact they held, his first time seeing her in weeks. Y/N held the gaze for a moment, before turning to grip Adrian’s wrist behind her and drag him further into the party. If Fred thought he had a strong reaction to hearing about their relationship, it was nothing compared to actually seeing it. Fred slammed his drink down and walked away from the poor girl he had been chatting with without so much as an explanation.

“Let’s get out of here.” Fred clapped a hand down on George’s shoulder the moment he reached him, pulling his attention away from the girl dancing against him.

“Now?” George questioned incredulously, his brows raising. He gestured to the girl in his arms before returning a pleading look to his brother. “Come on, mate. This isn’t a great time.”

Fred knew he could convince his brother to leave if he explained, but his mouth felt entirely too dry. He couldn’t seem to formulate the words as to why he needed to get out of there. So, instead, he sighed and offered his brother a nod before retreating back to the outskirts of the people dancing.

Normally, Fred was the life of the party. By this point in the night, he’d usually be plastered and singing or dancing with no remorse. But seeing Y/N with a bloke like Pucey caused him to have an entire demeanor change, leaving him scowling leaned against the wall.

It didn’t take long for his eyes to find Y/N amongst those dancing, pressed closely to Pucey behind her. She was dancing provocatively, even turning in the man’s grasp every little bit to kiss him sloppily. At first, Fred had been almost certain that she was doing it on purpose. The way she was right in his line of vision, acting completely out of character in her open demeanor, it all felt like too much for him to handle. 

Then, she made eye contact with him, and held it, and he just knew. She was doing it on purpose. All of her actions had been a way to get him worked up, to see if he would get jealous, and dammit it was working. Fred chewed on the inside of his cheek, holding her gaze as she grinded her bum against Pucey. She held his gaze as she slowly craned her neck and pulled Adrian into a searing kiss, her eyes back on Fred the moment the two pulled apart.

That was the final straw for Fred. He wasn’t going to stand idly by while she taunted him so openly, showing him everything he was missing. So, he pushed through the crowd of people and found his way to the two of them, ignoring the small smirk that had risen on her face. 

“Y/N,” He breathed out, just loud enough for her to hear over the music. Suddenly, he was entirely unsure of his next move, but he desperately wanted to regain control over the situation. So, he said the first thing that came to mind. “Do you want to get out of here?”

“Oi, what the hell, Weasley?” Adrian paused his dancing, although his hands remained gripped on Y/N’s waist. “Can’t you see we’re a little busy here?”

Fred completely ignored the man at first, his eyes never leaving Y/N. He could see by the look on her face that he had played exactly into what she wanted, but with the jealousy coursing through him, he couldn’t find it in himself to care. She smirked slightly at Fred before craning her neck to look back at Adrian, almost as if she were challenging him to fight for her further. 

“I can see,” Fred seethed, finally looking up at Adrian. “I can see a poor girl not having a very good time. So, I’m offering her a better option. Why don’t you let her decide?”

Adrian scoffed, taking a small step back from Y/N but keeping one hand on her hip. He looked down at her, waiting expectantly for her to deny any desire to go off with Fred. When she simply glanced between the two of them, Adrian’s brows furrowed and a look of offense overtook his features.

“Come on, Y/N.” He pleaded. “Tell him.”

Y/N bit down on her lip, the action only infuriating Adrian further. He looked at her incredulously before scoffing and turning his head away.

“Should’ve known a desperate little slut like you couldn’t be loyal.”

In an instant, Fred pushed Y/N out of the way and landed a hard blow to Adrian’s jaw. Y/N was dazed, everything seeming to move in slow motion as all eyes turned on them. Adrian had faltered only for a moment, cupping his jaw in his hand before straightening up and lunging towards Fred.

Luckily, George and Lee were there after a moment, tearing Adrian away and threatening to pummel him as they marched him towards the door. Y/N knew Fred wouldn’t need their help in a fight, but she was still grateful that a full out brawl hadn’t occurred because of her. Y/N rushed to Fred, cradling his fist in her hand and glancing up at his eyes.

“Are you okay?” Her voice was soft, but the music had stopped, so he could hear her.

“‘m fine.” He answered curtly, glancing between the way she held his hand and her eyes. “So, can we get out of here?”

Y/N’s lips formed into a tight line, so as to conceal the smirk that desperately wanted to break through. She offered him a quick nod, and in an instant he was dragging her out the door and apparating her back to his flat.

The moment that they were in Fred’s room and the door shut, his lips were on hers. Her back was pressed up against his door, desperate little moans leaving her mouth as she reveled in the feeling of having him against her once more. Fred took the opportunity to push his tongue into her mouth when her lips parted, taking full control of the situation.

Y/N was more than content to let him take over, having missed him in their time apart more than she would ever like to admit. Of course, the feelings she still held for him lingered strongly, but she tried not to think about that as Fred pressed himself further against her. Adrian had been nothing more than a distraction, a feeble hope that she had held onto as a way to get over the tall red head, but it clearly hadn’t worked. She felt a bit bad, because she knew Adrian cared about her far more deeply than she did him, but she also knew she had made it clear she didn’t want a relationship. The irony was sickening.

“That was quite a show you were putting on tonight.” Fred pulled away from her breathlessly, his eyes tracking up and down her body.

“Yeah?” Y/N cocked her head to the side, feigning innocence. “I don’t know what you mean, I was just having a bit of fun.”

A low growl crawled out of his throat as he pressed his lips to hers once more, using more force than previously. Y/N squeaked at the intensity, but quickly melted into him. His hands trailed up and down her sides as she rested her own around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.

Fred’s hands finally made their way to the hem of her shirt, his fingers ghosting over the skin of her stomach and sending a shockwave throughout her. Slowly, he trailed his fingers up, raising her shirt up in his wake. Y/N was quick to oblige, breaking away from him to allow him to tear the garment off completely. 

For a moment, Fred’s eyes trailed over her slightly revealed form, drinking in the way she looked half-naked. He hadn’t realized how much he missed seeing her like this, and he found that his breath hitched at even the littlest bit of exposure.

As his eyes met her pleading ones, he quickly recovered. Their passion resumed in an instant as he pressed his lips to hers once more, spinning her away from the door and walking her backwards towards his bed. Y/N allowed him to lightly push her back onto it, her heart fluttering at the sudden gentleness of his actions. She’d always loved the dominance he held over her, but something about what was happening between them now felt different. But, as he draped his body over her own, all of her hopes of actual romance melted away and her mind was entirely clouded with just the appeal of him.

Y/N arched herself against Fred, giving him the space to unclasp her bra. He slid the straps down her arms slowly, trailing open-mouthed kisses down her jaw and neck, until he finally met the tops of her breasts. He cast her bra aside, shooting her one last look before taking a pebbled nipple into his mouth. Y/N moaned at the contact, her fingers immediately threading themselves through his flaming hair. As his teeth gently grazed her nipple she gave his hair a tug, causing him to moan against her.

Fred continued his trail downward, planting kisses down her torso until he made it to the band of her leggings. Y/N lifted her hips and Fred held eye contact with her as he slowly pulled them down her legs. Y/N realized that he seemed to be drawing all of this out, pushing her to the point of pure desperation to make her pay for teasing him all night. Still, she bit her tongue and held back any thoughts of pleading with him, she couldn’t give in that easy.

When she was left in nothing but her panties, Fred sat back on his knees and leisurely unbuttoned his shirt. Y/N watched him intently, her frustration increasing significantly, until she could no longer contain it. She let out a desperate whine, pleading with the man with her eyes alone.

“Something wrong, love?” Fred cocked his head to the side and smirked.

“Freddie,” Y/N whined, the nickname feeling foreign yet fitting on her tongue.

Fred discarded his shirt before circling his hand around on of her ankles and hitching it up on his shoulder. He placed a soft kiss to the inside of her ankle before slowly trailing kisses back up her leg towards her thigh. Y/N shuttered as his lips ghosted over her clothed pussy, her eyes squeezing shut.

“Please.”

Fred looped one finger under the hem of her lace panties, but made no effort to pull them down. When a low chuckle escaped his lips, Y/N knew she was in trouble. Her eyes flew open once more, immediately meeting his darkened, lust-filled ones.

“Did you really think I’d give in that easy?” Fred mocked, punctuating his question by snapping the band of her underwear. “You tease me all night, putting on a show for me, acting like a desperate little slut.” He paused to wet his lips, drinking in the soft moan that escaped from her lips. “That is what you are, isn’t it?”

“Only for you, Freddie.” 

“Really?” Fred scoffed, sitting back up to begin fiddling with his belt. Y/N raised herself up on her forearms, desperation and arousal pooling in her core. “Because it didn’t seem that way tonight.” Fred’s tongue darted out of his mouth, swiping over his bottom lip as he gazed at her hungrily. “Think maybe I might need to remind you whose slut you are. What do you think?”

She whimpered, but managed a feeble nod. In their previous times together, her and Fred were nothing if not adventurous in the bedroom. Still, as he waved his wand and bound her wrists to his headboard, she couldn’t help but gasp and lightly fight against the restraints. Fred held a devilish smirk at her plight as he stood from the bed and sat his wand back down.

Fred crawled back over her, his intense dominance faltering for just a moment as he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“Still remember the safe word, yeah?”

“Yes, Freddie.” She managed to speak, although it was difficult. Fred leaned back and searched her eyes for a moment before leaning in and placing a soft kiss to her lips. After that, any sense of gentleness faded.

Fred’s lips sucked and bit at her neck hungrily, one of his large hands trailing down to rub her through her panties while the other massaged her breast. Y/N’s thighs clamped around his hand, which quickly earned her a light swat to her hip.

“Stay still, or I’ll have no problem tying your legs up too.” Fred growled against her neck.

Y/N quickly obliged, spreading her legs further open. While previously she may have been more inclined to push Fred a bit, her mind was too clouded with lust to do anything but obey him. After weeks of mediocre sex with Adrian, she was ready to completely give herself over to Fred, and let him have her in anyway he wanted.

Fred’s hand pushed the fabric of her panties aside, allowing one finger to drag through her wet folds. She was already soaking wet for him, despite the fact he’d hardly touched her. Without a warning, he plunged one finger into her, lightly moaning at the way she constricted around him. Y/N’s back arched ever so slightly against him, tugging futilely against her bound wrists. He set a steady pace, thrusting his finger in and out of her before adding another and scissoring the two. He changed pace after a moment, beginning to curl his fingers up into her as his thumb rubbed circles against her waiting clit. The pressure in her core grew quickly from that, and she couldn’t help the way she loudly moaned out.

“Right there, yes, oh god…”

Fred was now smirking as he pulled away from her neck, significantly satisfied with the many markings he’d left as well as how quickly he could bring her to this point. He knew her body like the back of his hand, he knew her signs for when she was close, and it made it so much easier to enact his plan.

Just as Y/N was teetering on the edge, desperate whines and random babbles leaving her lips, Fred pulled his hand away. She let out a frustrated and confused groan, her eyes flying open as she felt the build up slowly slip away. Fred just grinned at her, before getting off the bed and ridding himself of his trousers and boxers. He lazily stroked himself as he took her in, chest heaving and covered in a light sheen of sweat, completely at his mercy. She had stopped her attempts at fighting her restraints, looking at him like she were almost defeated. In her mind, she’d begun to fear the very real possibility that Fred wouldn’t let her cum at all.

“You seem frustrated.” Fred cooed mockingly, coming to lean back over her and gently brush her cheek. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Fred.” Y/N spoke firmly, though her eyes portrayed her fears. “You’ve got to let me finish.”

“Hm.” Fred seemed to ponder that, leaning back to slowly pull her panties down her legs. “I don’t think I have to do anything. In fact, I could just leave you here all tied up and needy.”

“Please,” Y/N whined, her eyes beginning to fill with tears. “I’m sorry, okay? Is that what you want to hear?”

“It’s a start.” Fred tutted, finally discarding her panties aside. He leaned down near her ear once more, his warm breath sending a chill down her spine. “What I’d really like, though, is to hear how much you need me. Wanna hear you say it.”

“Please, Freddie, I need your cock so bad. Need you to ruin me.” Y/N cried out, losing all sense of dignity as her sex-addled brain took over. Fred had intended to tease her much longer, but her desperate pleas were going straight to his cock, and he couldn’t hold out any longer.

“That’s all you had to say, love.”

Fred hitched her leg around his hip, gripping his cock in his free hand. He teased the head through her wet folds, shivering at the moan she let out from just the smallest contact. Then, he pushed his hips forward, not stopping until he was completely buried in her. Their low moans mixed together in the quiet of the room, Fred being careful not to move until he was sure she had adjusted to his size.

“Fuck, I forgot how fucking good you feel.” He groaned, burying his face in her neck.

“Move… Please.”

He needed no further encouragement. Fred pulled out about halfway before snapping his hips back forward, setting a brutal but steady pace. Y/N’s loud moans and Fred’s grunts mixed together, accompanied only by the sound of their skin on skin contact. Y/N could feel her orgasm building again as his dick hit her g-spot with every thrust, and she was almost embarrassed by how quickly he could bring her to this point. 

“‘m so close, Freddie.” Y/N breathed out, knowing it would only infuriate him further if she came without his permission.

“Already?” Fred scoffed, although he knew he wasn’t far behind. 

Still, he wasn’t ready for things to end so soon, so he pulled out completely, ignoring the desperate whine that left her throat. He pulled both of her legs together and pushed her knees up against her chest, holding her ankles together with one hand before thrusting back into her desperate cunt. The new position allowed him to hit deeper within her as he thrust downward, causing Y/N to scream out. The pain was delicious, it was everything she had longed for in their time apart.

“You really think you deserve to cum?” Fred grunted, landing a particularly hard thrust into her. “After everything you pulled tonight?”

“Please.” Y/N whined. She was so close, she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle it if he stole another orgasm from her.

“Answer the question, slut.” Fred demanded, his pace quickening ever so slightly. “That’s what you are, isn’t it? A desperate little cum slut.”

“Yes.” Y/N cried out. “But only for you, Freddie. Just a slut for you.”

“That’s right.” Fred’s rhythm had begun to falter, approaching his own orgasm quickly. Still, he was unsure if he’d let her finish or not. “You’re my little slut. Only I get to call you that, right?”

“Yes, Freddie.” Y/N whined, beginning to tug again on her restraints. She wanted nothing more than to scrape her nails down his back, but being completely at his mercy turned her on endlessly.

“Good.” Fred was close, so fucking close, but he had made his decision. So he had to hold off. “Cum for me, then. You’ve earned it.”

That was all the encouragement she needed, and as Fred hit one more thrust into her g-spot she was tumbling over the edge. Electricity seemed to shoot all throughout her body as she loudly moaned out his name. Her legs were shaking and she was certain she’d be sore tomorrow, but she had little time to care about that as he continued to pound into her.

Y/N knew Fred well, just as well as he knew her, so she knew he was close. Her mind felt almost entirely blank and she wasn’t sure she had much energy for anything, but she wanted to bring him to his release badly. So, she clenched around him, a moan leaving her lips when he stuttered and groaned. His thrusts were faltering significantly, and after a few moments he was crying out her name as he finished in her. 

Fred pulled out and dropped her legs before crashing down next to her. He knew that he needed to untie her, but they also both just needed a moment to breathe. All that could be heard was the sounds of their mixed pants as they both came down from their highs. Once he was significantly more relaxed, he gripped his wand and swished it lazily, effectively removing the restraints she was held in.

Y/N hands dropped down and she quickly went to rub at her wrists, but Fred was quick to bat her hands away and do it himself. He examined both wrist closely, seeming to want to ensure that they were okay.

“They weren’t too tight, were they?” Fred implored after a moment. His genuine concern made her heart flutter, and she couldn’t help herself as she leaned in and placed a soft kiss to his lips.

“No, they were perfect—all of it was perfect.” She sighed as she pulled away from him. Her general cognition was beginning to return, and with it her fears of all of the pain she had gone through in the past etched their way through.

Sure, Fred had clearly gotten jealous at the party. Then, he had gotten possessive and claimed her in the bedroom. But that didn’t necessarily mean that he harbored the same feelings for her that she had for him. The fear nearly paralyzed her, and she wasn’t sure if she should quickly redress and flee the room or implore what this all meant. Luckily, he answered her internal questioning before she even had to ask.

“I don’t want to see you out with Pucey.” Fred sighed, his eyes not meeting hers. “Which is a total prat thing to say, but it’s true. I don’t want to see you out with any bloke, really.”

“Fred…” Y/N spoke tentatively, her eyes begging him to speak further.

“I want you, Y/N. Like, really.” Fred finally met her gaze. “Not just in my bed.”

“What, do you want me on the couch too?” Y/N tried to joke, hoping it would cover up her nervous tone. But it didn’t. So, her voice became soft. “Don’t get my hopes up, Freddie.”

“I’m being serious.” He shook his head. “I want to take you out on fancy dates, or watch movies with you on my couch. Bloody hell, I want to bring you to my parent’s house for Sunday dinners. I don’t know, I’m not good at this. Whatever it is that couples do.”

“Fred Weasley,” A small smile had begun to grow on Y/N’s face. “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

“Yes.” Fred answered earnestly. “That is, only if you’re going to say yes. Otherwise, this was all just a joke—”

Y/N shut him up by pressing her lips to his, her mouth still curled upwards in a smile. It was impossible to hide the genuine happiness that his words brought her.

“Yes.” She answered softly as she pulled away.

A similar smile began to grow on Fred’s face as he completely registered her words, and he couldn’t help but dive back in for another kiss. Y/N was his, completely. Something he’d probably wanted for so long, but had simply been too daft to realize it. Now, as he held her in his arms, he promised himself he’d never make such a mistake again.

Tagging a few 18+ mutuals from my usual taglist: @wand3ringr0s3 @gcdric @theweasleysredhair 

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Hot Springs (Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader)

Word Count: 2,570

Rated: Explicit

Warnings: SMUT, bad language, public, my shit writing, Ushijima being a beautiful man

Summary: You couldn’t remember the last time you and Ushijima got to spend proper time together, so when he suggests going to the hot springs for a date how could you refuse? Although, you two are doing a bit more than just enjoying the hot water. 

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GUYS! I know it’s been a fucking minute😫 I’m still trying to get my shit together for school lmao. BUT I’ve been working on this fic for a while tbh, I was just never motivated to finish it until recently. I apologize in advance if it’s trash😂 BUT, I do have a couple of things to go over. First of all, thank you guys so much for being patient with me the past couple of weeks, I’ve definitely missed putting content out to you guys, I’ve just been super busy with life and school. Second of all, I know I have requests sitting in my inbox, I will do them. Eventually. The only reason why I’m even posting something new is because this story was already in the works, so since it’s done I decided to post it (it’s probably garbage idk lol). Third of all, I love you guys so much  😘😘😘😘 it’s been such a joy writing for you all, and I hope I continue to put out content you guys enjoy! As always, this story is dedicated to @sunshinewitchz​ because she’s the biggest Wakatoshi simp I know, and I love her so much and her endless support. 

I hope you guys enjoy the story! Please let me know what you think of it😊😊

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“- Would you like to go?” Ushijima’s deep voice filtered through your ears; although you only heard the last part, you had no idea what he had said beforehand.

 “Hmm?” you finally looked up at him, the paint brush in your hand stilled.

 A soft frown coated his lips, sometimes you were far too engrossed in your art projects. Usually he didn’t mind, today was different though. It had been two weeks since the last time he had seen you, both of you far too busy to make time to spend together.

 Of course, he would want your undivided attention, he missed you. 

 “I’m sorry Toshi, what were you saying?” you smiled sheepishly at him, carefully setting down the paintbrush, your eyes focused on him completely now.

 “The hot springs. Do you want to go?” He asked again, his eyes flickering over your face.

 Your lips pursed, your brain wracking through the dates to make sure you didn’t already have a prior commitment. “When?”

 He let out another sigh, Ushijima loved you deeply, but when painting was involved… well, you were in a completely different world to the point that it was hard to hold a conversation with you.

 But he also loved your passion for it, he loved how talented you were, how confident you were in your skills. It was proven time and time again whenever you produced your master pieces.

 Although, all your artwork in his eyes were masterpieces.

 You were the best masterpiece of all. Ushijima could stare at you for hours, he could watch you paint for hours, but right now, he wanted to be your sole focus.

 “Do you want to go to the hot springs with me tomorrow?” he asked once more.

 “Okay.” You smiled brightly at him, you didn’t have anything to do tomorrow, except to drop off a painting. Any chance you got to spend with Ushijima you would take. 

 “Okay.” he repeated, a soft smile coating his lips. “Finish up, we’ll go get food once you’re done.”

 You definitely loved Ushijima.

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 “Ushijima-senpai! Y/n-senpai!” Goshiki exclaimed in surprise. “What are you doing here!?”

 “Your grandma asked for a commission piece! I’m just dropping it off now.” You smiled widely. “I didn’t know you would be here today!”

 “I-I’m just visiting.” he stuttered out, his eyes awkwardly flickering over to Ushijima who paid him no mind, his eyes scanning the outer exterior of the house.

 “I need to collect the money; do you know where she is?” You asked sweetly.

 “She’s out in the garden, please come in.” He said awkwardly, stepping aside. 

 “I won’t be long Toshi!” You said cheerfully, pardoning yourself before you entered the home, leaving Goshiki and Ushijima standing at the entrance.

 “This is nice wood, is it oak?” Ushijima asked suddenly, his eyes tracing over the large door.

 “I don’t know Senpai…”

 Silence once again surrounded them, but like you had said, the exchange didn’t take too long as you came walking up to the volleyball players cheerfully.

 “All set Toshi! Let’s head out yeah?” you smiled up at him.

 He nodded before taking your hand into his and waving goodbye at the male.

 “Bye Goshiki! See you around!” you called out behind your shoulder.

 Sometimes it was a wonder how you and Ushijima ended up together. The concept of “opposites attract” seemed to be in play for this. 

 Your bright and bubbly personality contrasted greatly with his. Ushijima’s blunt and rough exterior was the complete opposite of your gentle and easygoing one. 

 However, you guys shared one trait, and that was the undeniable confidence you guys had in your skills. Ushijima with volleyball, and you with art.

 But despite the contrasting personalities, your relationship worked, the love and respect you guys had for one another was always present.

 “That was really nice of that lady to give us our own spring. I didn’t even know that a place like this could have private ones!” You said happily as you guys walked towards the changing rooms.

 “Yeah.” Ushijima nodded briefly, “see you in a bit.”

 You grinned at him widely before skipping off into your own changing room. 

 You bummed softly to yourself as you began undressing. The showers felt incredible against your skin and you couldn’t help but sigh in content, a trip to the hot springs was something that you definitely needed after working so hard on your commissions.

 You carefully wrapped yourself in the towel and started heading towards the spring. The change in temperature caused a shiver to run through your body, shuddering gently as the steam curled around your damp shoulders. You breathed in the soft scent of earth, sighing softly as your body relaxed in the hot springs air. 

 Your eyes scanned over the area, before pausing on a figure that left your heart racing and your stomach flipping.

 Ushijima paid no attention to his surroundings; his stare was focused on the scenery before him. But that gave you plenty of time to drink in the tall male before you.

 He was truly the most beautiful person you’ve ever met before. His broad shoulders and rippling back muscles were completely exposed to your greedy eyes. 

 How you ended up with such a beautiful man was beyond your comprehension. 

 “What are you waiting for?” His deep voice filtered through the air, your gaze met his olive eyes and you felt your face flush immediately.

 “Just appreciating the view.” You said cheekily before dropping your towel and settling yourself down into the water.

 A long sigh escaped your lips as you submerged yourself completely. This was heaven; you couldn’t remember the last time you had been to the hot springs, and the fact that you got to spend it with the man you loved the most, it was definitely pure heaven.

 “The scenery is very nice here.” he agreed, eyes scanning over the area once more.

 You laughed softly at his statement, your hand gently pressing into the bulging muscle of his bicep. “I wasn’t talking about the scenery. I was talking about you Toshi.” 

 Ushijima felt his expression soften considerably as he looked down at you. You were resting your head against his arm, your eyes closed in absolute bliss.

 This time Ushijima decided  to scan over you, and fuck… you were the best thing he’s ever seen.

 His eyes drank in every inch of your beautiful face, his gaze trailing over the strands of wet hair clinging to your face, wrapping around your collarbone and then your shoulders and…

 Oh.

 He shamelessly stared at your exposed breasts. He could feel his heart rate beginning to pick up as he started to register in his mind that you… no both of you were extremely bare to one another.

 Ushijima couldn’t understand this sudden shyness that began to bubble up in his gut. He had seen you bare so many times before, he’s touched you so many times before, he’s had you in every way that he could think of; and yet… What was this sudden rush of arousal spiking through his blood right now?

 Your eyes fluttered open and met intense olive colored ones staring right back. You felt your mouth go dry, your stomach twisting in a way that was all too familiar.

 The only times Ushijima has ever looked at you like that was when…

 “What is it, Wakatoshi?” You teased slightly, the flush in your face was something that you could blame on the hot water, not the fact that your hunk of a boyfriend was blatantly staring at you like he wanted to devour you whole.

 “You’re beautiful.” he said simply, reaching out to tug on a strand of your wet hair. His strong, thick fingers gently began trailing against the skin of your throat, skimming across your collarbone. Despite the hot water, you couldn’t help but shiver at his gentle touch. 

 “I meant… is there something that you want Wakatoshi?” You asked, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you stared at him through your lashes.

 “You. Always you.” he answered simply; his large hand curving gently around your jaw, cupping your face carefully.

 Your stomach twisted pleasantly, an all too familiar burn bubbling deep within your gut, but also... your heart. Once again you were in awe of the man before you, the amount of love you held for him was far too much for your heart to contain, bubbling up and spilling over the longer you looked at him.

 “You have me.” you said quietly, carefully pressing yourself closer to him, your hands rested gently against the bare skin of his chest, strong and oh so broad.

 “Then kiss me.” he demanded, olive eyes burning into yours. Love and passion could clearly be seen in them.

 So, you did. Your hands grabbing at his strong jaw, forcing him to stoop down to your level so you could properly kiss him.

 Kissing Ushijima was possibly the best thing on the planet, his lips were full and strong as they moved against yours, unhurried, but incredibly needy and forceful. 

 His tongue licked against your mouth, hot and wet and deliciously perfect. You eagerly pressed yourself against his large body, melting against him completely. You were too hot, your body overheating immediately.

 It was from the hot springs, right? Not from the hunk of a man that was currently grabbing at your bare waist and yanking you tighter against him, right? 

 Your head spun dizzily, pleasure rippling through your body, a soft whimper tearing through your throat as you felt his growing member press tight against your thigh.

 Ushijima heard you, his grip on your body tightened slightly as he continued to devour your mouth. He began moving you, carefully backing you up further away from the deep end of the hot spring, and then your body was being lifted up until you were no longer in the hot water, rather, you were now sitting on the ledge of the hot springs.

 Goosebumps erupted across your skin, your nipples hardening into pebbles under Ushijima’s watchful eyes.

 From your perched position on the rocks you could easily kiss Ushijima and he could easily…

 “W-What are you doing?” you whimpered out, the back of your hand coming up to cover your mouth, your heart was racing, faced flush, as you stared at the tall male.

 His large hands were gripping your thighs, carefully moving them apart, his eyes gazing hungrily at your weeping cunt.

 “What does it look like I’m doing?” he asked slowly, and then he was stooping down until his face was between your legs… a hot, fat, tongue sliding up your slit.

 You gasped loudly, eyes fluttering shut, as you leaned back on one of your elbows, your hand covering your mouth shot out and tangled into his damp hair.

 Ushijima hummed slightly, tongue gently flickering against your throbbing clit. 

 He wanted to do this here? Now?

 A thick finger slid easily into your wet entrance, causing your thighs to tremble at the sudden intrusion.

 Apparently yes. Yes, he did.

 When you finally opened up your eyes, the scene before you was absolutely sinful. Your swollen lips parted in awe as you made eye contact with Ushijima.

 His pupils were dilated, the soft olive color completely gone. His wet hair clung to his face, you could see his tongue flickering in and out of his mouth as he continued to eat you out.

 How was he so fucking perfect?

 “Toshi… please.” you begged, pressure beginning to build up, you were so close, but you wanted him. You wanted his thick cock to stretch you out completely right now.

 “Is there something you want?” he asked, voice deep and thick with arousal. His plush lips were wet, coated in your slick.

 Oh fuck.

 How did he look so fucking good between your legs?

 “You. Please. No more foreplay, I want you inside me already, please.” you trembled, watching as he stood to full height.

 Your eyes greedily ran down his naked body. He was just so… so fucking big, in so many ways.

 The strong muscles of his arms, his chest, his stomach, stood proudly on display for you. But as your eyes traveled lower; you could almost drool over the sight of his erect cock, standing proud and ready to be engulfed in your tight heat.

 His fist enclosed over his hard member, pumping up and down his shaft a couple of times before he finally stepped between your trembling legs. Carefully rubbing the head of his cock against your soaked folds, your eyes fluttered at the touch.

 But then with a quick snap of his hips he entered you, bottoming out immediately. 

 His lips slammed down against yours, muffling the loud moan that was about to escape your lips.

 Fuck, you were so full. No matter how many times Ushijima had you, you could never quite get used to his large size. 

 It was almost too much. But he knew that, which was why he waited for a moment, allowing you the time to get used to thick intrusion.

 One of his large hands grabbed at your hip, the other was resting near your head against the ground.

 After a few moments, your legs wrapped around his thick waist, a silent invitation that he could start moving.

 Ushijima didn’t even hesitate, his hips snapping forward, his cock pressing into the deepest part of your tight heat.

 The pace of his thrusts was unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world to fuck you, despite the fact that you guys were at a hot spring.

 “Do you hear that?” he murmured; soft squelching could be heard from your lower region. You were absolutely soaked, drenching his thick cock as he slid in and out of you perfectly. 

 You gripped at his broad shoulders helplessly, soft whimpers escaping your lips as you trembled under his large body.

 It was too much… the hot springs, his body, his kisses, the grunts that were coming from his lips, the fact that your boyfriend was fucking you in a public place…

 “I’m close.” you squeaked out, nails digging into his skin. The familiar burn, the ache for release; was coming up quickly.

 His deep thrusts began to speed up, his hips hammering into you.

 “Then cum.” he demanded, his hand reaching down to rub harshly at your swollen clit. 

 So, you did, gushing around him easily, your slick coating his hard member. He grunted loudly, immediately pulling himself out of you, his fist once again enclosing around his member as he hurriedly pumped himself, searching for release.

 Thick ropes of his warmth shot onto your lower belly, hot and heavy against your skin. 

 You watched tiredly as he brushed the wet hair away from his forehead, his eyes trailing over your bare body, a soft expression easily covering his face now. Carefully he pulled you back into the water, situating you on his lap easily as you rested your head against his strong chest.

 You sighed in content as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. 

 “I love you Wakatoshi.” you said quietly, you peered up at him, a sweet smile coating your lips.

 “I love you too.” he said eyes flickering down at you, a small smile appearing on his face.

 A trip to the hot springs was definitely a good idea.