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Hey There Darlin' - Chapter 8

A Glen Powell RPF Series

Warning: Smut, cursing

Billie

Billie’s eyes flutter open, the fog of sleep slowly slipping away, warmth wrapped around her like a cosy cocoon. It takes her a second to realise that the warmth isn’t just her blanket but instead is a strong pair of arms, smiling to herself when she hears his relaxed breathing behind her. 

Glen.

She shifts slowly, being careful not to wake him, gently unwrapping his arms and sitting up in bed. She rubs her eyes and runs her fingers through her hair, glancing down at Glen as he sleeps peacefully beside her. She can’t help but think for the millionth time how handsome he is, his blonde lashes fanned across his cheeks, his full lips parted as he breathes steadily, his stubbled jaw relaxed.

For a moment she considers bending to kiss him, but quickly decides against it not wanting to disturb him. 

Billie stretches her arms above her head and bends her neck to the side, smiling at the pleasant soreness she feels rippling through her limbs. She knows exactly what’s caused it, her mind instantly replaying last night’s activities, a shiver running down her spine as she remembers every single sensual moment.

The way he’d gorgeously grinned up at her from between her thighs as he’d teased her first orgasm from her with his tongue?

The delicious feeling of stretch when he’d first pushed inside her, and the way she’d had to actually focus on her breathing for a second because it had felt that fucking good?

The way his velvety Texan voice had sounded as he’d urged her to come for him, to let him feel her, to let him hear her, the way he’d coached her through her high and looked at her like she was an actual goddess when she finally came back down?

Billie isn’t sure if it was because of the fact that he was Glen Powell, if it’s because she was so damn attracted to him, or if it was because he was really just that good. 

Either way, Billie couldn’t remember the last time she’d had sex like that. 

Or, came as hard as she had.

She smiles to herself, feeling her cheeks flush.

Rolling her neck to the side, she lifts her wrist to check the time, letting out a silent groan at the numbers that flash back at her.

8am.

Why can't she ever sleep in when she wants to?

Billie peeps over the end of the bed and grins when she sees Nugget looking back at her from his bed on the floor, his liquid brown eyes trained on her as his head rests flat on the edge, his tail wagging softly behind him. Brisket is curled into his side and snoozing peacefully - nearly totally camouflaged by Nugget’s masses of golden fur, and seemingly oblivious to his big bear friend being awake.

“C’mon buddy” Billie whispers, untangling herself from the sheets and tip-toeing around the bed, Nugget standing up and stretching out his legs before following her out of the bedroom.

Brisket appears in the hallway moments later, letting out an adorable little yawn that makes Billie’s face soften, Billie bending down to ruffle his silky fur before opening the back door and letting the boys out into the yard.

She stops in the bathroom before she heads back to bed, looking over her reflection and immediately wishing she was one of those people who managed to look effortlessly perfect in the morning. She brushes her teeth and runs a comb through her messy waves, quickly washing her face and applying her morning skincare in the hope that she’d look somewhat fresh and dewy. She reasons that it isn’t every day that she wakes up next to an insanely handsome celebrity, so a quick morning touch up has to be allowed at least on this occasion.

Billie tip-toes back into bed and slides in beside a still-sleeping Glen, feeling herself relax back into the pillows as a soft breath falls from her lips.

“Good mornin’ peach”

Billie nearly audibly groans at the sound of his deep morning drawl, his Texan accent thick and silky just as it has been when he’d fucked her last night.

The thought makes her deep muscles clench in the most exquisite way. 

God.

“Good morning handsome” Billie replies, her own voice soft, turning to look at him beside her and wondering how anyone can possibly be so damn attractive. 

“What happened to sleeping in?”

Billie laughs, the corners of her lips tugging into a half smile, looking over his sleep-rumpled hair as he yawns on the pillow beside her.

“I guess my body had other plans” she says, shifting so that she’s mirroring his position, lying on her side and facing him, “Besides I had to let the boys out to go to the bathroom”.

Glen grins back at her, his lazy morning smile nothing short of stupidly handsome and insanely sexy, reaching out and running his fingers along her bare shoulder where her loose t-shirt has slipped down.

“You know, I think I have other plans for your body too”

Billie smiles slyly. “Oh yeah?”

His grin grows wider, his hand slipping from her shoulder to her back and pulling her body into his in one movement, Billie’s breath audibly catching when she feels his morning arousal pressing into her thigh.

Oh.

“Yes, definitely other plans”

It isn’t long before Glen’s peeling the shirt from Billie’s torso, his own underwear following soon after, Glen’s mouth licking and sucking at every available inch of naked skin as he presses against her thigh. His arousal is hot, thick and gloriously hard, desire pooling deep in Billie’s belly as the weight of him buries her into the bed.

Billie chuckles, rolling her hips into his in silent agreement, loving the deep groan that rumbles in his chest in response. He bends and kisses her throat then, lips soft and plush and just as indulgent as they were last night, Billie letting out a sigh as she closes her eyes and lets herself melt into his touch.

She can’t help the moan that slips from her then.

Oh, fuck, yes.

Her thoughts instantly clouded by how much she wants to feel him, she wraps one leg around his hip and uses everything she has to push him onto his back, her legs falling to his sides and straddling his waist. Glen happily obliges, his hands immediately grabbing at the thick part of her hips, a string of expletives falling from his lips as takes in the new sight of Billie sitting back, naked on top of him. 

“Oh darlin’, you’re fuckin’ gorgeous”.

She bends and kisses him hungrily, licking into his mouth and swallowing his groans with her lips, reaching down between their bodies to pull her thong to the side. The action makes Glen break away from her, his eyes instantly dropping to her hand, Billie biting her lip and slowly, teasingly, dragging her slick along his thick length.

In that moment she can’t decide what turns her on more.

The feel of him hot, thick and desperately hard beneath her sensitive folds.

The look of her glistening arousal trailed along his stiff, pink flesh.

Or the raw, almost animalistic groan that falls from his throat as he watches her.

Her hooded eyes look up at Glen and she immediately decides that the look on his face trumps all of them - his lips parted and his jaw slack, his sage green eyes dark with what she can only describe as a burning, hedonistic desire, trained solely on the slick mess she's making all over his cock.

God his face makes her want to come right there and then, Billie suddenly deliriously desperate to have him, feel him, ride him until she's all but crying out his name.

Glen must feel the same because it isn’t long before she’s doing just that - leaning back as he rolls a condom down his length before helping her lift her hips, both of them letting out strangled, blissful moans when Billie sinks down on top of him.

The decadent feeling of fullness, of stretching around him, of having him buried to the hilt inside her, is just as perfect as it had been last night. She rolls her hips on top of him, tipping her head back as the pressure of him hits every delicious spot inside her, Glen’s bruising grip on her waist making her dizzy in the best way.

She loves the way he looks up at her as she rides him then - a combination of awe, of fucked-out lust, like she’s the most beautiful, alluring woman he’s ever seen. It only stirs her on, obliterating every logical thought from her brain, curses, prayers and praises slipping from her lips that she can’t actually control.

Glen returns them all, meeting each roll of her hips with a thrust of his own, telling her how god damn sexy she is, how fucking good she feels around him, how badly he wants to see her, hear her, feel her come all over him.

“Oh god Glen” Billie moans through desperate breaths, increasing her pace and sighing his name when she feels the friction build in just the right spot, “Right there baby, right fucking there”.

“That’s it sweets, just like that” he says, words punctuated by each drive of his hips, his fingers digging into Billie’s waist like he’s trying to push himself somehow deeper inside her.

Glen grins almost wickedly, like he can tell that she’s not far from her release, but she’s too caught up in indulgent bliss to react to it. He thrusts into her harder, faster, deeper, all manner of words falling from him as he encourages her to come just for him, his voice spurring her on and driving her closer and closer to her edge.

She knows she’s right there, moments, seconds away, feeling herself get sucked towards the depths before it all comes crashing down in a heavenly crescendo. She leans forward and steadies herself on Glen’s chest, bracing herself for the impending high, sucking in desperate breaths as fucks Glen with everything she has. 

“You feel so fuckin’ good ridin’ me, peach” Glen all but groans, his Texan accent thick and raw in the way that drives Billie deliriously mad, “C’mon darlin’, I know you’re right there. Let me hear it baby, let go for me”.

And just like that, she does.

With one final roll of her hips she feels the wave come crashing down, her orgasm ripping through her like an exquisite, decadent storm. Her head lurches back and she cries Glen’s name like a beautiful prayer, heat coursing through her and scorching her every crevice like a raging wildfire. She barely registers when Glen’s grip suddenly turns bruising on her hips, his own head thrown back into the pillows as he follows suit and finds his own release within her moments later.

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“So what’s on for your day? That gymnastics thing?” Glen asks, picking up his mug of coffee and taking a sip as they sit at the kitchen bench.

His hand reaches out and squeezes her hip, Billie unable to help her smile as he grins back at her in that classically handsome way that she’s come to adore.

“No Sloane?” Glen inquires, turning his body to face hers, his green eyes searching her face.

“Yep. That will be finished by about two-ish, and then I’ll head back to the clinic to do some paperwork and have a few mentoring sessions with the younger physios” Billie explains, eating the last of her poached eggs and avocado toast breakfast before pushing her empty plate away, “Then my weekly pilates class with Bec and we’ll have dinner after it”.

Billie shakes her head no. “She comes when she’s not working, but being a paramedic her shifts don’t always align”.

Billie wipes her mouth and picks up her nearly empty coffee mug, letting out a squeak of surprise when Glen suddenly drags her bar stool closer to his. He spins it so that she’s facing him, her legs slotting in between his spread ones, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. She smiles back at him playfully, loving how flirty and touchy he’s suddenly become, like he just can’t get enough of her. 

She drinks the last of her coffee, watching as Glen bends to pat Nugget as he bounces past, her mind suddenly wandering to Bec and Sloane.

She still hasn’t told the girls about Glen. 

Sloane had sent her a text earlier in the week asking about him and she'd replied saying that they'd been talking here and there on Instagram. It wasn't exactly a lie, but also definitely wasn't the full story. She knows she’s going to get crucified when she finally tells them what has actually happened with Glen, already picturing the way they would both react.

She isn’t sure why she hasn’t told them yet - they were her best friends, practically sisters, knowing every single tiny detail about her life otherwise. It isn’t as if she didn’t want them to know about it either, of course she would tell them - there was just some tiny part of her that wanted her relationship or whatever she had with Glen to be just their little secret for a little while longer.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Billie smiles and shakes her head, putting down her coffee mug and leaning her elbow on the stone benchtop.

“Just thinking about how much the girls are going to give it to me when I see them tonight” she explains with a laugh, resting her cheek in her hand as she looks at Glen, “I haven't told them about you”.

Glen chuckles, reaching up to run his fingers through his messy hair. “Why not?”

Billie shrugs innocently, swinging her feet beneath her. “I don’t really know. I think I'm enjoying this little bubble we have right now and I don't really want to share it?”

Glen smiles down at her, squeezing her knee with his hand.

“I told my sister Leslie about you”

Billie looks back at him with wide eyes. “Really?”

Glen nods. “I tell her everything. And if I hadn't, she definitely would have guessed” he explains as he rubs his beard, the simple action making Billie’s thoughts wander for a moment,  “She called me on Monday just to chat and in that way that only sisters can, managed to get out of me that I'd met this incredible girl at Rufus”.

Billie can't help the grin that takes over her face then. “Incredible huh?”

“It’s not nearly a good enough word to describe her”

Billie lifts her head and laughs. “Aw. Charming must be your middle name”.

“Actually it's Thomas. But I'll take it”

Billie smiles again, running her finger around the rim of her empty coffee cup. “Glen Thomas Powell? I love that”.

Glen laughs. “Do you have a middle name?”

Billie nods, reaching up to stretch her arms about her head. “I'll give you three guesses, but no chance you get it”

Glen grins back at her playfully, apparently loving a challenge.

“At least give me the first letter?”

“R”

She watches as Glen narrows his eyes, thinking hard for a moment. 

“Rose?”

Billie shakes her head no.

“Rachael?”

Billie laughs. “No”

“I give up”

She shoots him a look as if to say, are you sure you’re ready for this, Glen looking back at her expectantly, green eyes trained intently on her face.

“It’s Rae”

“Billie Rae James?”

Glen laughs out loud and Billie buries her face in her hands.

Billie nods into her hands, rolling her eyes as she lifts her head. 

“Terrible isn’t it? The amount of times I got teased at school, people would spontaneously break out into Achy Breaky Heart whenever I walked by”.

“Where does Rae come from?”

“My grandmother's name is Raelene”

“Huh” Glen replies, grinning back at her teasingly and laughing when Billie gives him a playful shove. 

Billie stands from her seat and begins collecting the dishes, walking them over to the sink to start washing up. She bends to grab the dish soap from the cupboard underneath, suddenly unable to help her grin when she hears Glen start to whistle the all-too-familiar tune, his Texan accent thick as he begins to sing. 

“Don’t tell my heart, my achy, breaky---”

She throws the dish sponge at him and he jumps to dodge it just in time, looking back at her with a shit-eating grin as she shoots back her best deadpan expression.

“Don’t you fucking start”

Glen only laughs, winking one gorgeous eye cheekily before walking around the bench to help her with the dishes.

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“Oh my god Billie!” Bec yells, her voice echoing off the walls of the pilates studio room and making several heads turn to face them, “I can’t believe you’re sleeping with Glen Powell!”. 

She lowers her voice only marginally when she says his name, Billie immediately slapping her hand over her friend's mouth.

“Jesus Bec!” Billie hisses back, “A little anonymity please!”

The absolute last thing she needs is the ladies in her weekly pilates class finding out about her and Glen. They were notorious gossips, a mix of private school mums and stereotypical LA girls - she could only imagine what they’d do with that piece of information. They’d have a fucking field day.

Bec’s eyes soften in a silent apology, her lips pressed together like an excited child when Billie pulls her hand away.

“I’m sorry I’m just in shock” Bec whispers quickly, “You’re fucking an actual celebrity!”

Billie shakes her head, dabbing at her forehead with her sweat towel. They’d just finished a particularly brutal pilates class and she could already tell that her glutes were going to be sore tomorrow.

“Can we not make a big deal of it please? It’s not like it’s going to be anything serious” Billie says as they walk over to collect their bags, offering a small smile to Emma, the pilates instructor, packing up at the front of the room.

“You don’t know that”.

Billie rolls her eyes as she looks back at Bec. 

“C’mon Bec. Yes I do” she says, picking up her drink bottle and taking a sip,  “I mean it’s going to be fun - and fucking incredible I might add, but that’s all it’s going to be”.

Bec shakes her head dismissively. 

“How can you know what’s going to happen?”

“Bec, seriously. Be logical for a second” Billie says when she stands back up and slings her gym bag over her shoulder, pausing as Bec bends and does the same. “We live totally different lives. Not just different - it’s like we’re on different planets! I’m there telling him about meetings and patients, and he’s telling me about the press tours and photoshoots”.

Bec looks back at Billie blankly, motioning with her eyebrows as if she’s waiting for Billie to get to the point.

“There’s not going to be a future where I end up with Glen Powell” Billie replies, saying his name under her breath almost silently, “I mean what, you think he’s going to fall in love with me and we’re going to live happily ever after?”

Bec shrugs. “Well, why not?”

Billie looks back at her friend incredulously. She always was a champion for love, forever an optimist when it came to fairytale endings.

“Rebecca. Come on babe. Think about the logistics. The real logistics. He’ll be travelling all the time for work, off God knows where shooting and doing press. It’s not like I can just drop everything and go and visit him”.

“You drop everything and go home for several weeks every year?”

“That’s different and you know it. That’s to visit family. Ross isn’t just going to let me take leave whenever so I can go and visit my boyfriend all over the country”.

“You don’t know that” Bec replies matter-of-factly, “And let’s be real, we know Ross would give you anything you ask for. You’re the second in charge and we all know how much he wants to keep you around”.

Billie rolls her eyes again for the second time in sixty seconds.

“What about the fame, the attention? All of that stuff? What if that affects my work?”

Bec shakes her head. “So what if it does? You’d make it work”.

Billie only shakes her head, the two of them walking out of the studio room together.

“I mean I’m not saying it wouldn’t be hard. There’s lots of aspects about it that would be really difficult. The attention, the privacy - or lack thereof I suppose, the long distance. But you’ve done long distance before, so you know what to expect”.

“Yes I have done that before, and look how well that turned out” Billie shoots back, pulling a face at her friend.

“Oh Bil I didn’t mean it like that! I just meant--”

“I know what you meant” Billie interrupts softly, opening the gym door and gesturing for Bec to pass in front of her.

She lets out a heavy breath through her nose, stepping outside onto the sidewalk as Bec flashes her an apologetic smile.

After all these years she still hated how it affected her, even if it was now only a fleeting feeling of sadness.

Ben Larsen.

The only guy that had ever, really, truly, broken Billie’s heart.

She’d met Ben at Camp America, when she’d shown up for her first day as the new water skiing instructor. The first time she’d seen him he’d been standing on the parked ski boat talking to the other two activity leaders beside him - his shaggy brown waves tied into a messy bun at the crown of his head, his shirtless torso all golden skinned and perfectly muscled. She’d stared at him from behind her sunglasses as she’d introduced herself, remembering the way his big blue eyes had done a double take then, the way his gorgeous smile had lit up his entire face when he’d jumped down from the boat to shake her hand.

Billie had soon discovered that Ben was a Camp America veteran - working his third Summer in a row at the same camp. He was two years older than her and originally from London, but was living abroad in the states studying sports medicine at Johns Hopkins University in Baltimore. He was the youngest of three boys - his two older brothers both doctors just like their mother, his father a retired medic in the British Navy. 

There’d been an instant attraction between Billie and Ben, their connection like something straight out of a teen romance novel. They’d talked and flirted, stealing kisses and sneaking into each other's cabins overnight, spending the entire eight weeks falling head over heels for one another and ignoring the looming, inevitable end of their Summer fling. 

When the last week of camp arrived though, neither of them was willing to say their goodbyes and the seemingly inevitable end never came. Billie still remembered it like it was yesterday, the memory still perfectly vivid despite it being so many years ago. 

It had been the last night of camp when they’d snuck out at midnight, the full moon bright and beautiful as they’d sat on the pier by the lake, Ben taking Billie’s face in his hands and telling her that he loved her. He’d told her that he’d never met anyone like her before and that he didn’t want them to end, that he wanted to continue what they had even after camp ended. 

They’d decided to do long distance - with Billie moving to Los Angeles and Ben going back to Baltimore, and had continued to do so for just over two years. It was difficult but together they’d managed, never going more than a few months without one of them travelling to see the other, Billie accompanying Ben to London to stay with his family over Christmas, and Ben flying to Australia to stay with her family over the Summer break.

He’d fit into her family effortlessly, just as she had with his, Billie certain she’d found the love of her life as they’d talked about their future together. They’d discussed pets, marriage, kids, even an exciting business plan - one day opening their own clinic with Ben as the sports injury doctor and Billie as the rehabilitation physical therapist. The plan had been to wait out the last six months of Ben’s studies, and after graduation depending where he was offered work, they’d pack up everything and move, starting their brand new lives together. 

It seemed like nothing in the world would come between them, that their futures were bright and would be forever intertwined.

Still, life has a funny way of never turning out the way you expect it to, and soon after graduation arrived, their intended plans had come to a grinding, screeching halt.

Billie had planned to wake up that morning, walk into work and give her four weeks notice, informing Ross that while she loved working with him, Ben had been offered a job in New York and she'd be moving across the country with him. Instead she’d woken up to a knock at her door at four AM, opening up to find Ben staring back at her and looking like he hadn’t slept in a week.

She’d let him in immediately, ready to jump into her boyfriend's arms, thrilled that he’d secretly flown over to see her, but what followed instead was something that Billie never saw coming.

Everything changed that morning, Billie still remembering the exact moment that her heart ripped into a million tiny, bleeding pieces.

As it turned out, Ben had changed his mind. 

He was still going to move to New York, and he was still going to accept the prestigious sports medicine clinic offer, but Billie wouldn’t be coming with him. 

Ben had decided that it wasn’t fair of him to expect her to move across the country with him, to leave her job that she loved, to pack up her life and leave her friends for him. He’d told her that he didn’t want to make her do that, that he felt it wasn’t right for her to uproot everything for him, that he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if they’d moved and things didn’t work out once they’d gotten there. 

Despite Billie’s teary instance, her begging, her pleading that she’d wanted to do it, that it was her decision, that in no way was he forcing her, Ben had taken her hand in his and told her that couldn’t do it and that they were over.

Blindsided wasn’t quite a good enough word to describe how she’d felt in that moment.

The feeling like the floor had been snatched out from underneath her?

The feeling that every ounce of air had been punched from her lungs?

The feeling that her life had suddenly turned into sand and was slipping through her fingers no matter how desperately she tried to grab at it?

Looking back at it now, she tries to remain positive about the situation, about the way her life changed for the better after Ben had left her. 

She’d gotten Nugget a few weeks after, the golden retriever she’d always wanted, a big golden bear and the absolute love of her life. She’d kept the job she loved and seven years later, had been promoted several times to now be the second in charge at the clinic. She’d stopped renting and purchased her first house - her current townhome that she adored, with neighbours she adored even more.

At the time it felt like she’d never recover, that she’d never again see light in the seemingly perpetual darkness that had taken over her life after he left. She’d been wrong of course, and she loved every bit of her life now, seven years later, but she couldn’t deny the fleeting stab of sadness she felt every time she was reminded of Ben.

“Sorry babe, I didn’t mean to bring it up” Bec replies softly, squeezing Billie’s shoulder reassuringly, “I just think you need to have more of an open mind about this. Don’t have expectations, but also don’t shut things down before they even start”.

Billie just shakes her head, reaching up to pull the elastic from her ponytail and running her fingers through her loose hair.

“Anyway, I don’t know why we’re even talking about this. We’ve slept together once. I just need to take this for what it is right now, which is just me sleeping with a guy and having fun with him”.

“For now”

Billie rolls her eyes and pushes Bec playfully, laughing when she catches her arm and wraps her own around Billie’s shoulders, the two walking back to their cars together. After their weekly pilates class, it was a ritual to head back to one of their houses for dinner and wine. This week it was Billie’s house.

“Sloane’s on her way too” Bec informs out loud, looking down at her phone as Billie searches for her keys in her bag, “Said she finished shift earlier than expected so she’s gonna come by for dinner”.

Billie laughs. Typical Sloane.

“Doesn’t make it to pilates, but somehow manages to make it to dinner and drinks”.

She locates her keys and unlocks her pick up, glancing over at Bec as she opens the door to her Tesla SUV.

Bec grins wickedly. “Wait until Sloane finds out that you’ve been fucking Glen and keeping this a secret all weekend. She’s going to kick your ass”.

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YOU'RE THE SUN THAT'S IN MY EYES ( SEOK MATTHEW )

— two best friends, a million missed hints, and one group of very impatient matchmakers.

୨୧ fem!reader 𖦹 ( 1573 words ) ⩇ fluff & crack

You had a problem. A very big problem. And that problem was Matthew.

Matthew was your best friend in the whole world. He had been for a while. Except, somewhere along the way, being around him started to make your heart race, and suddenly, you found yourself harboring a very inconvenient, very distracting crush on him. It was ridiculous, honestly. Your heart only acted up because Matthew was nice. He was sweet to everyone, not just you. Surely, you’d get over this stupid infatuation soon. But the more you tried to ignore it, the worse it got.

It was all his fault. Seriously. Because how were you not supposed to swoon whenever he grinned at you? You felt like a complete fool, getting all giddy like a lovesick teenager when Matthew probably didn’t even notice. He was just being friendly, right? That’s what best friends do!

But there were moments. Little moments. That made you question this. Like that one time, when you went to get coffee before an exam, and he’d taken your cold hands in his, lifted them closer to his mouth, and pressed his lips against them to warm them. You were not prepared for that. You swore your knees buckled the moment he did that, heart beating fast and hands still shaking as you went into the exam.

Or how, in class, he always insisted on sitting next to you. His leg would always be pressed against yours, a constant point of contact that left your skin buzzing. And when you pulled away, you’d see his shoulders slump in disappointment from the corner of your eye.

And then there was the heart. The stupid, wobbly-looking heart he once drew on the back of your hand while you were studying. Normally, he’d just draw a penis to annoy you, but no, this time it was a heart. And he’d done it with that little grin on his face, like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

Matthew was infuriating. Infuriatingly adorable. He was also the funniest and kindest guy you knew. No matter how bad your day was, he always greeted you with that infectious smile—the kind that made your heart stumble and your lips mirror his before you could stop yourself. That was the effect Matthew had on you. He was your walking sunshine, and you were hopelessly addicted to his warmth.

Matthew thinks you’re the stupidest girl on earth. And yes, the prettiest too, but he’ll get to that part later. Right now, you were the stupidest girl ever! He was grappling with the fact that despite all the obvious hints he’d been dropping, you were still completely oblivious to his feelings. It was driving him insane!

He’d been trying so hard to make it clear—flirting, being extra touchy and attentive, drawing hearts on your hand (which he swore was a huge gesture)—but you seemed to think he was just being friendly. And don’t even get him started on Taerae, who kept insisting that Matthew’s so-called “hints” weren’t hints at all, just Matthew being his usual bubbly self.

Matthew strongly disagreed. To him, it was crystal clear that he was practically waving a neon sign that read “I have feelings for you!” He was convinced that if he came right out and told you he loved you, you’d just smile and say, “Thanks,” thinking he was just being friendly. It was infuriating, and frankly, a little heartbreaking.

Maybe you liked Matthew just as a friend. Maybe you were immune to his charm. But if that were true, then why did you look at him like you wanted to kiss the life out of him? And why did you turn bright red whenever his hand brushed against yours, as though a mere touch was enough to set your whole world on fire? So many questions in his head, each more perplexing than the last. He felt like he almost had the answers, but then a creeping doubt would settle in—what if he was just reading too much into it?

The more he tried to make sense of your reactions, the more tangled his thoughts became. The way you laughed at his jokes no matter how lame they were, the way you leaned in unconsciously when you spoke to him, and the way your hands would idly reach up to his hair and play with it—it all seemed like more than mere friendship to Matthew. But the thought that he was just seeing what he wanted to see haunted him.

It didn’t take long for your friends to catch on, too. And God, were they annoying about it. Hao would peer at you and Matthew over the top of his glasses, face scrunched up in utter disgust whenever you two shared even the briefest interaction. A smile? Cue the exaggerated eye roll.

Gyuvin and Ricky weren’t any better, making it a point to cough obnoxiously loud whenever Matthew was trying to speak to you.

“Hey Y/N, your hair looks—” cough, cough. “I really like your—” COUGH, COUGH!

It was like being under constant surveillance by a team of over-the-top drama queens.

Gunwook, though, was the real menace. He’d lean in to give Matthew a hug and end up “accidentally” pushing him toward you, sending you both crashing to the ground in a tangle of limbs. And yet, despite the chaos, neither of you seemed annoyed. If anything, you both secretly enjoyed the feeling of being in each other’s arms, touches lingering just a little longer. And though you’d never admit it, your friends knew. They’d just watch you and Matthew smile at each other with knowing smirks.

Yujin took things to an entirely new level. He’d let out a loud, dramatic gasp whenever your hand brushed against Matthew’s, throwing his hands over his eyes like he’d seen the most scandalous thing ever.

And Jiwoong—this guy had a knack for trickery. Somehow always convincing you and Matthew to wear matching clothes or accessories without either of you realizing, until the boys saw you.

The moment you’d walk in with Matthew, both of you wearing an item of the same color or print, they would erupt into cheers, saying that you two were “basically a married couple now.”

Taerae would then start singing a sad ballad, dragging out every note as much as possible, while wiping fake tears from his eyes, while Hao, Ricky, and Gyuvin would start coming up with baby names. The teasing was relentless.

Hanbin was the only normal one among you. The one beacon of sanity. If anything, he probably felt more embarrassment than you or Matthew ever did. While everyone took a chance to push you two together, Hanbin would just watch from afar, arms crossed, head shaking in disappointment. And when he noticed that you and Matthew actually enjoyed the teasing? Oh, that made it even worse.

Like that one time at a café. The whole group was seated, enjoying their drinks, when Gyuvin decided to be, well, Gyuvin. “Kiss her! Kiss her!” he chanted loudly, just because you’d taken a sip of Matthew’s drink. And of course, the others immediately jumped in, some even banging their fists on the table like they were at a sports game rather than a quiet café. They yelled louder and louder, forgetting about the innocent people around who were probably annoyed by the chants. Hanbin, as usual, just stood off to the side, pretending not to know any of you. His face was buried in his hands as the barista shot your group a death glare. The inevitable happened: you were all kicked out. And Hanbin, red-faced and mortified, sighed deeply as he trailed behind the rest of you.

But nothing could compare to the stunt they’d pulled just now. You and Matthew had cluelessly stepped into the elevator, like you always did, only for it to break down while you two were trapped inside.

“Shit, what do we do now?” you asked, pressing the buttons on the elevator with urgency.

Matthew wrapped his hand around your wrist and gently pulled you toward him. “Don’t worry, it’s probably just the boys playing another prank,” he said softly.

You relaxed at his words. Ricky probably paid someone to do this—at least, you hoped. You went to stand beside Matthew, leaning on the cold elevator wall next to him.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, you rubbed your temple and said, “Honestly, they’ve lost all sense of shame.”

Matthew chuckled at your words and turned to face you. “You know, maybe we should just save them the trouble and go out.”

You cocked an eyebrow at him, but the grin on your face gave your feelings away. Matthew’s hands were immediately on your hips, pulling you toward him.

The others waited with bated breath, hoping you’d be stuck long enough for something to happen, hoping this would finally force you two to make a move. And it worked. When the doors finally pried open a few minutes later, there you were, mid-kiss, with Matthew’s hand tangled in your hair as you both finally gave in to the tension that had been building for what felt like forever.

The second Gyuvin saw you, he screamed at the top of his lungs, “THEY FINALLY KISSED! OH MY GOD!” as he jumped around. Meanwhile, Yujin stood there, completely flabbergasted at the sight in front of him, mouth hanging open.

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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 7.3 K Warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence. (Reader discretion is advised). Prompt: It's the night of the prank This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

Chapter 28: If You Want BIood (You’ve Got It)

You were walking through the dark halls, wand raised with a lumus charm so you could see better. You already knew the path you had to follow, it was almost exactly the same one that you used to get to the fireworms but a little further and then 3 lefts and 2 rights. 

You wouldn’t say you’d pride yourself on your sense of direction, you had gotten lost in the castle more than once, but you had been in the passageways so often, and you had explored them and gotten lost in them just as many times. You had already taken three lefts and were about to take a right when Sirius appeared in front of you. 

“Oh hey–“ You started, but were cut off by the way he scooped you into his arms, hugging you tightly, he leaned his head on the crook of your neck. 

“Missed you,” he whispered into your hair. 

You frowned, what’s gotten into him? “I saw you in the morning.” 

“But you sat far away,” he whined. You frowned but finally hugged him back. It’s not that you didn’t like when Sirius was clingy, in fact, you loved it. But most of the time he got clingy it was because something was up. 

Could it be because of your wound? But he had known about it for a week, and he hadn’t been this clingy earlier. In fact, he’d been a lot more concerned and serious about it. Yeah worried, and definitely a little touchy when you fell asleep on his bed, but not clingy. You noticed he was still nozzled in your neck after a couple of minutes, and felt how he took a deep breath “Are you smelling me?” you asked in disbelief, a teasing smile slowly creeping up your mouth. 

He pulled away, a sly little smile on his lip. Am I really the one that’s a fox? You wondered as his smile widened to a grin, “Got a problem with it trésor?” 

You almost rolled your eyes, you had let it slip that you liked it when he spoke French to you and he was making a conscious effort to fluster you about it whenever he had the chance. “Non, mon coquin,” you replied with a little smirk. 

He gasped “Take that back!” 

“Is it not accurate?” you teased again.

“Oi! I swear if you–“ 

“Everything all right?” You heard Remus’ conciliating voice from behind. 

“She called me coquin!” Sirius complained with a pout. Looking an awful lot like a small child. 

He looks adorable, both you and Remus thought. 

“So?” Remus asked, he did not speak much French. 

You giggled and placed your hand on his shoulder, he leaned towards you “It means rascal, naughty or… mischief.”

Remus nodded and turned back to Sirius. “I’d say it’s accurate,” he said with a shrug. 

You covered your mouth with your hands and attempted to hold back a laugh. “Moony!” Sirius complained, “don’t back her up! I was trying to be cute-“ 

You shook your head, “–he was trying to fluster me.” 

Remus wasn’t sure what he was doing in the middle of such a silly discussion, but since both you and Sirius looked absolutely adorable, he wasn’t sure he cared too much “How come?” 

“I called her trésor.” Remus looked at him expectantly. “It means treasure,” Sirius clarified. 

Well, that one’s accurate as well, he thought before he spoke again “Well you’re both mo chailleachan àlainn.” He placed both arms over your and Sirius’ shoulders and prompted you to continue your way.

“Hold up! You’re back at it with the Gaelic?” 

“That was Gaelic?” Sirius asked, “No wonder I understood shit.” 

Remus shrugged and then with a cheeky little smile responded “You understood it perfectly then.” 

Sirius gasped again, turning to Remus just a little, “You wouldn’t dare!” 

“Wouldn’t I?” He asked again, pulling Sirius’ shoulder so he would turn back to the front. You just laughed. 

“Yeah chachan àlain,” you mocked. Remus laughed at your miserable attempt to speak Gaelic.

“If I’m a chaillchan àlainn so are you!” Sirius argued. “He said it to the both of us.” 

Remus sniggered “Indeed, you’re both my chailleachan àlainn,” the way the words rolled off his tongue made it sound as sexy as Sirius’ french. 

You elbowed him, and he played hurt. But his fun lasted until the three of you fell into a comfortable silence and his mind started to wonder. Reprimanding himself for calling you what he had, had either of them actually understood, he thought. Of course, Remus knew neither spoke Gaelic, but sometimes words were similar and both you and Sirius spoke like 5 different languages in between each other. He had been stupid. 

And more stupid than that, he was just casually hugging the two of you as you walked, not that either seemed to mind. Sirius had a bit of a frown but that was because he thought he’d been called a “shit”, you on the other hand, had a diverted look on your face as you leaned slightly into Remus’ shoulder, clearly pleased over the fact that he had sided with you. But he felt too content, too joyful, it felt –even if it was just for a second– like he could have the two of you, and that you’d be happy to have him as well. 

He felt like it was the Halloween Party all over again and you both had your hands all over him, no restrictions attached, the three of you high to the heavens with that euphoric potion. Yes, it was delightful, but at the same time, it was torment. Torment because he knew he couldn’t just give in to his delusional fantasies, torment because he knew there was a limit to how close he could be to the two of you before either noticed, torment because his mind kept telling him to get away. Still, his body refused, refused to let go, refused to stop feeling your warmth. And he had been the one to place himself in that situation this time around.  Perhaps, it was he who was the cailleachan in the end. 

Either way, he didn’t step away, he knew it would be more suspicious if he did, so he kept his arms around yours and Sirius’ shoulders, careful not to touch the section he had scratched. 

“Took you long enough,” the three of you heard Prongs’ voice once you arrived at the meeting point. 

“They were having a domestic fight.” 

You gasped at that, “It was a small quarrel.” 

“No, it wasn’t! You called me a–“

“But you are a…“ 

“–Guys?” you heard Peter’s voice rise a little as he tried to gather everyone’s attention, interrupting the two of you “Can we discuss your quarrels later on? We don’t have all night.” 

“It wasn’t a quarrel,” Sirius muttered to himself. Remus had already stepped away from the two as he went to talk to James and you closed the gap between you and your boyfriend, extending your hand to chase his.

 “Hey mischief?” you said, trying to get his attention. He gave you a side look. You leaned your head on his shoulder. “You did hear what I said, right?” He turned his head to you, eyebrows raised like, telling you with his face that he most definitely had, “Yeah, but did you really listen?” 

“Yes, it was very clear when you called me coquin.” 

You shook your head and leaned into him, to be able to whisper in his ear “I called you mon coquin.” 

He turned to you with agape, a silent scoff rolling off his pretty lips. “Oh, so now you’re claiming ownership over me,” he teased, a smile plastered on his face. 

“Well, if the shoe fits…” you replied, mirroring his smile. 

He pulled you closer to him, brushing his lips against your earlobe before he spoke “Est-ce que ça fait de toi mon trésor?” 

Your mouth went dry and you shivered, bIood rushing through your cheeks so fast you weren’t sure you’d be able to play it cool afterwards. Regardless you tried, leaning in closer to his own ear and actually biting his earlobe before speaking again. “Je peux être tout ce que tu veux que je sois…” 

“Love puppies, time to focus, please,” James said when he noticed the way Sirius’ eyes had shone. He may or may not have been afraid of what the two of you would have done if he hadn’t stopped you.

You turned to James with a smile and nodded. Remus had averted his gaze, your back was to him, so you didn’t notice, but Sirius did, and he almost felt a pang in his chest when he realised Remus’ slightly bitter reaction. Well, he had felt the pang, but he pretended like he hadn’t. It made no sense for it to be there. You were his girlfriend and Remus was just Remus. Same Remus he’d always been, except that he wasn’t making him feel the same way he always had. His hand settled on your back as the two of you walked closer to Peter, who had the map in a hold. 

“So, I’ll get in first and eavesdrop on the password. That way we know what it is. Then the four of you will get in through the door with the cloak on.”

“We won’t fit,” Remus said, remembering how close he had stood to Sirius in the library the previous night. 

“Yeah, we thought about that yesterday while you were making the potions,” James spoke and then turned to you “You’re gonna have to turn into Vixen and let us carry you.” 

You looked at James for a second, blinking as you processed the information, and then shrugged. “Okay, just be careful when you pick me up.” 

James nodded in response, and Peter continued speaking. “Great, once we’re in, we’ll just sneak into their dorms and we’ll help you and Remus with the hex bags.��� 

“We’re not going to get anyone that’s not on the list,” you said as you looked at them, it was something between a question and a statement. You just wanted them to confirm it. Everyone nodded, except for Sirius, who looked a bit vexed. You threw him a look. “I have friends in Slytherin, you have friends in Slytherin. We can’t punish them all just because of a few assholes are in the same house.” 

“They’ve been messing with you since you got here, Starshine.” 

“Yes!” you agreed. “A small little group of them have. Not every single one.” 

He looked to the side but eventually nodded , “Fine then. Just them.” 

“Such a good boy,” Peter teased, in the same tone you’d use for a dog and Sirius almost hexed him. Which just had you all laugh. 

“Everyone’s against me tonight,” he complained. 

“I’m not,” James said as he placed an arm over Sirius, you gave Remus a diverted little smile, and he returned it with a bit of a shrug. “You’re our best boy after all,” James said, using the same tone Peter had used earlier, and making the rest of you laugh. 

Sirius looked at James shocked, like he had been betrayed by his friend. He then removed James’ arm from his shoulders and lagged behind until he was beside you, you leaned towards him a little. “It’s all right Puppy, I’ll make it up to you later.” 

He gave you a coquettish little smirk, “You promise?” 

You almost rolled your eyes at his lightning-fast change of behaviour, he had never even been actually upset, but decided to humour him instead “Oui, mon amour.” 

“I understood that!” James said teasingly. 

You just chuckled, “As if it were a secret.”

Sirius’s smile widened. Yes, that was right, he was your love.

Once you reached the end of the passage, just a few metres away from the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room Peter shrunk into Wormtail and disappeared through the door. You looked at him go, still fascinated by how the animgus transformation was so seamless. Yes, you were one yourself, but it’s not like you’d ever seen yourself transform. It had never even occurred to you that the process would be so interesting. 

And you were also thinking of how different it was to Remus’ transformation. His was painful, at least you assumed that it was since it had seemed pretty bad when he transformed back in the shack. You still remembered the way he’d yelped and bawled as his skin ripped and gave away to the wolf. The memory caused a shiver to run down your spine. 

“You cold?” you heard Remus whisper after he leaned towards you. You all had to be a lot more quiet now that you were close to the Slytherin common room. But the three of you had sat down in the hallway. You were on one side, with Sirius and Remus on each of your side, and James was in front of the three of you, Sirius had been leaning towards the front to be able to talk to him. 

“Me?” you asked as you turned to Rem. “No, no. It was more of a… It was just… nervousness,” you lied in the end. 

“You’re nervous?” he asked with a bit of a frown, emphasising the “you” as if he didn’t believe it was possible.

“Well, I’ve never sneaked into someone else's dorms to cause havoc,” you argued, digging yourself deeper into your lie. “It’s only natural that I would-“ 

He shook his head, “That’s not it. I know you, Miss Let’s Add The 100-year-old Veom Instead.” 

Sometimes it was annoying how well Remus could read you. You sighed, “well, I’m not nervous, but I’m not cold either. Let’s leave it at that?” He tilted his head to the side as if analysing the situation before nodding, you pulled your feet towards your chest and rested your head over your knees. “You think he’ll take much longer?” 

“He has to wait for most of them to be asleep. We can’t risk the door opening up and having no one get in.”

“We should have just gotten Slytherin ties and walked inside like we were part of them…” you huffed. 

Remus chuckled “As if the entire school didn’t already know the faces and names of three of the Gryffindor Quidditch Players.” 

“Polyjuice potion?” 

“And you just have that one around?” 

“Well, we made a pretty good one with Slughorn at the beginning of the year...”

“Maybe we should have kept some of it in a vase before handing it over.”  

“I did,” you said casually. 

Remus looked eyebrows shot upwards as he looked at you, trying to decide if you were joking or not, “You did?!?” 

You nodded, “it’s safe and sound on my trunk, in case we ever need it.” 

Remus had opened his mouth to speak again when you saw Wormtail returning through the small hole in the wall. He quickly turned, he was still crouching when he turned back, his teeth slowly shrinking to their normal size, which was already a little big for his face. 

“It’s emerald enigma,” he whispered, loud enough for the four of you to listen.

You raised your eyebrow, “emerald enigma? really?!?”

“Slytherins aren’t ever particularly clever with their passwords,” James said. 

“Once upon a time it was clever schemes,” Sirius said as he turned to you.

You looked at him even more shocked and  Remus nodded beside the two of you. 

“Time to go then,” James said. Peter was a rat in seconds, and then it was your turn. Just seconds afterwards, you had already turned into your own animagus form and walked towards Sirius’ lap. It’s not that you were certain he’d be the one carrying you, but it made sense. 

“Hey Kit,” he said softly as he allowed you to climb over one of his legs and then wrapped his hand under your belly, picking you up as he stood, and then placing his other arm underneath so you felt more secure. You leaned your head on his chest and paid attention to the reaction of the boys. Remus was wrapping the cloak around James and Sirius, while James had leaned closer to you and was staring at you from the side. 

James had never seen a fox up close, well he had seen you back at the full moon but it wasn’t the same thing. He seemed genuinely interested, but when he extended his hand to touch you, Sirius pulled back protectively, accidentally crashing into Remus. “Oi!” James complained as he stared. 

“She’s still hurt,” Sirius said defensively. 

“But she likes to be rubbed behind the ear,” offered Remus. 

Sirius nodded, the fact that Remus knew, or how he knew, didn’t even cross his mind. James looked directly at you “May I?” 

You didn’t hiss, or emit any other protest sound, so he leaned his hand again, staring at Sirius for permission. Your boyfriend nodded, a little apprehensive still and James pressed his hand onto your head. He was soft, like he was with cats, but then he scratched you the same way Padfoot liked being scratched and all of your hair stood on end. 

Involuntarily you turned your head towards him and opened your mouth to bite, your snout was already around his wrist when you realised what you were doing and pulled back, being helped by Sirius who also pulled you back. You looked at James and he had an apologetic look in his face, you too looked like you were sorry for trying to bite him. 

“Sorry,” the boy whispered, you nodded and that was that. James did not try to pet you again, at least not for a while, he’d seen how sharp your teeth were. 

Remus finished arranging the cloak around the three of them Sirius and you had ended up in the middle, James and Remus on each side, they were all standing pretty close to each other as the three walked outside of the hideout and towards the dungeons. You saw the potions classroom,  the boys passed by it as you stared around carefully, as a fox your senses were a lot better than theirs, except perhaps for Remus’ so you kept a close eye on the boy in case either you or him, heard something that would require you to warn them about something. 

Eventually, you reached the bare wall that would lead you to the Slytherin Dorms, you felt excitement piling up in the form of a knot in your stomach. You’d wanted to see their dorm for a while now. You had already seen the Ravenclaw and yours, obviously, and for some reason, the goal to sneak into all the different common rooms prowled into your head.

“Emerald Enigma,” James whispered towards the door and slowly the bricks from the wall started moving and opening into a relatively long passageway. The four of you stared ahead, paying close attention to the way the bricks moved and stepped forward as soon as they could comfortably fit through the door. The passageway opened into a rather long room, the ceiling was clearly very high above you, making the place feel almost nothing like the dungeons. In fact, you’d go as far as to say that it felt more like a palace since it was rather regal. The windows were looking straight to the black lake, with a few water creatures passing swiftly through them every now and then, it looked rather peaceful, which you wouldn’t have ever imagined the dungeons to be. 

The boys, who had to actually pay attention to where they were going, and who clearly had been there before, weren’t as awed as you were, in fact, they looked a lot more on edge, as they were checking all around the common room to make sure it was empty. Still, Remus and James continued to hold the cloak tightly, to make sure it wouldn’t fall, tumble or get caught into something. 

Once they were sure it was mostly empty, Remus removed the cloak from atop of you, and Sirius laid you gently on the ground. You turned back in a matter of seconds. “The boy’s dorms are to the left,” Sirius informed. “Barty’s number 15, he’s with Regulus.” 

“Evan, Snape and Mulciber are on the 24th,” you said. Sirius turned to you with a frown, as if asking how you knew, you shrugged, “I got it from Minho.” 

Sirius’ frown deepened “You asked him?” 

“Of course I didn’t straight up ask him, It’d be too suspicious, although I’m sure Minho wouldn’t rat us out.” On purpose, you thought, after all, he had been the reason you concluded Remus was probably bi, or maybe pan. 

“So how?” 

“A magician never reveals her secrets,” you said with a sly smile. It really hadn’t been a particularly smart conversation that you’d had. You just mentioned that Mary was telling you about the power of numbers and that she thought our room numbers had significance. It was partially true, at least she did talk to you about the power of numbers, after divination a couple of weeks ago. You then told Minho your room number and the boys and he started sharing all of the Slytherin ones you knew.

He hummed in response, “Fine then, we split.” 

“That’s the worst idea ever.” 

“No, it’d be faster,” James added. 

“You’ve never seen a horror movie, have you?” 

Remus smiled, he understood exactly what you were referring to, and then leaned a little closer to you. “Don’t worry, you’re already hanging out with the most dangerous monster in the castle,” he joked. 

You turned to him, almost a little surprised by his statement, “Who knows, maybe there are vampires hidden somewhere, or acromantulas, or basilisks, or magical armours that want to cut you in half.” 

“You need to tone it down with the fantasy books Vixen,” James said with a teasing smile, “you and Sirius go to Barty’s. We’ll go to Snivellus', Peter, look out. Deal?” 

You huffed, but nodded, “Keep the cloak,” you said before casting a disillusionment over yourself and Sirius. Remus, who had heard from Sirius how good your charm was, was still somewhat shocked by it. It really was almost as good as James' invisibility cloak, unless he paid really, really close attention. 

“Damn she’s–“ 

“Really fucking good, I know!” Sirius finished. You handed a small bag to Remus, who took it as it slowly became visible. 

“I’ve kept what I’ll need, use the rest,” you told him, and finally split ways. You and Sirius moved to Barty’s room.  

“Alohomora,” he whispered, along with a silencing charm so the door wouldn’t creak. Four boys were soundly sleeping on each of their beds. The first one you spotted was someone you instantly recognized and you gasped, covering your mouth when you realised you had been a bit too loud. 

Sirius threw you a look and walked closer, “It’s Nox,” you whispered, the muffliato you had used earlier helping you be as stealthy as possible, “from the reading club, didn’t know he was Barty’s roommate. He hangs out with Neil and Todd most of the time.” 

It’s not like Srius didn’t know you had friends other than your friend group, but it was sometimes weird that you knew people in the castle he barely even recognized. “Want me to add a ward around him?” 

You thought about it for a second, and nodded “We really should,” you said “I don’t want the prank to affect him…” 

“What about the rest?” 

You turned around, there was a silver-blond haired boy who you didn’t actually recognize, Sirius leaned closer to you and pointed at the boy, “Solacis Gaunt, he’s close to Reg and Barty,” he said as he pointed. 

“Gaunt as in…?” You turned to him, in disbelief.

“Yeah…” 

You bit your lip, even if this Solacis was friends with Barty and his group, he hadn’t been there that night, and you had no idea how he would have reacted, and regarding his last name, well you refused to believe that was any sign of people’s character. After all, you being who you were and Sirius being who he was, had never actually altered your actual selves… What��s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, you remembered. “We’ll ward him too.” 

“And Regulus?” he asked, you could see the apprehension in his voice. You turned to the boy, last time you saw him he had tried to approach you in a friendly manner and you’d blown him off. Being asleep he looked so unguarded, so little preoccupied as his chest rose up and down, you almost felt bad for the way you had treated him. But then you remembered what he had done and the anger boiled back up to your chest. He had knowingly betrayed you and Sirius, all those lost years… 

You had two hex bags, you could easily slip one under his pillow as well, have him suffer the fright of his life, bring him down to desperate cries, overpowered, helpless. But Regulus had stayed on the sidelines, he had tried to stay out of your way since that time at the race when you basically told him to piss off. It was like he had been trying to make you less uncomfortable, even if it pained him, not that you knew. But you did notice that you saw him around a lot less, he avoided you, and even if he did stare at you and Sirius from the sidelines, he never even dared to accidentally cross paths. That you had noticed. 

And laying there, his head resting on his pillow, his hair pulled back revealing his delicate features, he looked every bit a Black, every bit like his brother. You took a deep breath, it was in his graceful nose, in his long dark lashes, in his thin, pinky lips. All of those features that drew you to Sirius, the things that made your boyfriend as beguiling as a Siren’s call. They really are brothers, you thought. And how? How would you be able to hurt him? What he did had been years ago, and he had been a kid too, pressured by his parents. It’s not that you wanted to be friends again, but you didn’t want to cause him sorrow either. “He’ll too be warded off.” 

Sirius frowned, “But after what…” 

You turned to him, your dark expression clearly telling him you knew exactly what he had done, even if he could barely see it due to your spell. “He was not there that night. He didn’t do this to me,” you said, pointing to your wound, “this isn’t about some old grudge we have against him, this about Monday. This about what happened that night and the people that allowed this bastard to do it,” you said, giving Crouch a short glance “And Sirius, he is your brother.” 

He swallowed, “He’s a Black.” Every bit a Black, you recalled your earlier thought. You also wondered how such a messed up gene pool could make such beautiful children. 

“You are one too,” you whispered as you walked closer, “and I still, I lo- like you very much. Every bit of you,” you added in the end and pressed a few kisses to his face for good measure, perhaps he would have missed the slip of your tongue. Not that you didn’t mean it, but you wouldn’t expect Sirius to comprehend it, you’d barely been dating for a few months. “You’re still my Puppy, no matter what last name you have.” 

Sirius gave you one long look and smiled when you kissed his nose, placing both hands around your face to bring your lips to his, he had heard the slip of your tongue, and it only made him want to kiss you even more. When you finally separated for air, he was the first one to speak. “I’m gonna have to kiss you again if you keep it up with the sappy stuff,” he joked. 

You raised your eyebrows at that and then placed your finger over his lips, “You have a terrible habit of kissing me in the middle of stealth missions.” 

“What do you mean I have the– You’re literally the one that starts it!” he added with an accusing finger.  

“Yeah but you always kiss back,” you shrugged. 

He gave you a diverted look as he bit his lip, and leaned in again, you leaned in as well, but he stopped right before your lips crashed against each other and smirked, “yeah, I’m not the only one who’s eager to kiss back.” You pushed his chest playfully as you narrowed your eyes at him, and then you heard Nox stir on his bed. The two of you leaned down and gave each other a look. 

Both realising how stupid you had been by flirting –and making out– in the middle of the room where you were supposed to place the hex bags. You gave each other a look and almost chuckled. If Remus had been here, we would have stopped us, you thought, he’s the most reasonable of this bunch. And perhaps Remus would have, but only because he wasn’t able to join you. 

When Nox finally stopped, you took a deep breath and both stood again. “Warding, I’ll place this.” 

Sirius nodded and the two of you started with your tasks. You walked to Barty’s bed and smirked when you realised how easy this would be. You took a deep breath and leaned over the boy. Asleep, he didn’t look as wicked as he did on a daily basis. There was no sneer on his face and he almost looked peaceful. Not for long, you thought as you bit your lip to stop yourself from chuckling. You took a deep breath and raised his pillow slightly, placing the hex bag in its place. Then you looked at the leftover bag and decided to place it under his pillow as well. You shrugged, the more the merrier. 

He instantly stirred on the bed, a small frown appearing on his face as his breath quickened. Let's see how you liked being scared, you thought and turned to Sirius. He was just finishing with his castings. He gave you a questioning look and you nodded, the two of you slid out of the bedroom as soon as possible. As you got out you spotted James and Remus just below the stairs, giving you questioning looks. 

“What the hell took you so long?” James asked, “I thought there was only Barty there.” 

“We had a bit of a pitfall, but we did it.” Sirius responded. 

Yeah, making out is definitely a pitfall, you thought. 

“We’re ready to go then?” Peter asked, he looked rather nervous.

Remus nodded, “We just have to make sure Jackdaw does his…” 

At that moment, from all the different walls, ghosts started sliding in, you smiled, Richie had actually convinced them. He approached your group with a smile, “You owe them some rotten meat,” he informed. 

“Rotten meat, that’s all it took? Should’ve told me sooner, I’ll take you all the rotten food you want,” you replied. He gave you a wink and flew towards the rest of the ghosts.  Sirius frowned at the flirty wink from Jackdaw but didn’t say a thing. 

“Job’s done kiddos,” James said, and Remus pulled the cloak out. All of you stifled inside and walked together until you were away from prying eyes. You all knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to turn into your animagus in front of the ghosts. The muggle saying “silent as the dеad” couldn’t be further from the truth. 

Once you were in the hall that led to the inside of the common room, and that both Moony and Prongs made sure there was no one watching, you and Peter turned at once. Sirius picked you up and held you in his arms, while Moony adjusted the cloak to make sure it was covering everyone up and finally, you left the common room. 

That’s where things went south. Just as the bricks opened themselves again someone was walking inside. The three boys took a step to the side as Slughorn walked in. The three leaned against the wall, Sirius carefully squeezed you, or Vixen, against his chest, so you occupied as little space as possible. You noticed Peter trying to distract Slughorn by walking near his feet, but he still seemed focused on walking in, the first thing he noticed was the ghosts making their own little mess, the main distraction. 

Thankfully the headless hunt was not about to be deterred by one teacher, and they continued with their task as Slughorn called for help. This wasn’t meant to be now, it should’ve been later. You turned to look at the boys, they all had apprehensive stares, you could practically smell their stress as they finally unglued their backs from the wall and started walking towards the hallway. Once in the dungeons, and away from the havoc you had caused, you thought you were safe. And perhaps you would’ve been, had Evan not been coming back from the infirmary so late. 

He pretty much bumped into the invisible wall that was your three friends, and all would have been fine, except for the fact that he straight-up stepped on James’ feet and he grunted in response.

“Potter?” Evan asked, instantly recognizing his voice. 

Fuck. 

Evan extended his hand to grab onto the front but the boys pulled back just in time. Regardless, Evan didn’t relent, “Potter I know it’s you. Either you come the fuck out or I’ll hex your stupid rat,” he said, pulling a screeching Peter out of his pocket. James swallowed and gave each Sirius and Remus a look; you tried to jump down from Sirius’s grasp, perhaps you could distract Evan by biting him while Peter escaped, but Sirius tightened his hold as you tried to squirm away. He knew what you were thinking, but he also knew Evan could just kick you out of the way, and he was not going to risk you being hurt by his hands again. 

Evan pointed his long and thin wand towards Wormtail and you felt everyone tense even more. “Come on Jamesie, you wouldn’t allow me to kill your stupid rat, would you?” he added. “How much damage do you think a confringo like the one your stupid little friend used on me earlier today would cause? Hmmm… Perhaps I could use him as target practice…” Evan tilted his head, “No?” he asked again, “well then,” he added and adjusted his wand in his hand. Peter shrieked again, “We’ll see if your stupid rat ends up better or worse than your friend after the Shrieking Shack.” 

To your surprise, it wasn’t James who jumped to protect Peter, but it was Sirius. He handed you over to James who barely managed to react and grab you before he left the cloak and planted his fist on Evan’s face. Peter fell from his hands and shrieked as his face crashed onto the floor just before running off. 

Evan staggered back, reeling from the sheer force of Sirius’ punch but he retaliated, shoving Sirius with eager ferocity as if he had been longing for a challenge. One where he actually won. Evan was much taller and broader than Sirius, and you squirmed in James’ arms yearning to intervene but he held you firmly, casting down an impatient glance before turning his attention back to the boys. 

Evan managed to land a solid on Sirius’ jaw, but the longer-haired boy didn’t even flinch, instead he used the momentum and the loss of balance from Evan to throw himself towards his opponent, effectively managing to throw the blonde on the ground. You winced as Evan turned the two of them around and started hitting Sirius’ defenceless face. 

In response to the escalating violence, James panicked –handing you over to Remus who cradled you with a lot more consideration– and he too left the cloak, leaving only you and the werewolf inside. However, Sirius had already managed to turn things around, he had started to punch Evan repeatedly in the face. James lunged forward to intervene, but he got accidentally elbowed by Sirius, who, swivelling in concern, was met with another punch from Evan. 

When you figured James wouldn’t be able to stop them, you started squirming again, a lot more intensely now but Remus’ hold didn’t budge. So instead you turned back, which surprised the boy only for a second as you ended up pretty much shoved against him. You were just about to leave the cloak too when you heard a voice.

“STOOOP!”  Slughorn roared. 

After looking at the man using his wand to pull Sirius and Evan apart, you were ready to jump out, but Remus’ strong arms tightened around you, not letting you out. You weren’t sure if it had been intentional or not, but somehow he hadn’t touched your wound while he did.

“Remus what–“ You started to complain, but he placed his hand over your mouth and started dragging you back and away from the upheaval. 

You tried to fight it, but it was useless. Remus was much more stronger than you, once you were far away enough he whispered, “It’s okay, they’re okay.” You frowned, he must have felt how tense you were, because he continued talking, voice a lot more soothing now, “if I had let you out there, you would have achieved nothing other than getting punished along with them.”

You knew he was right, and yet that didn’t reduce the urge you had to bite him for talking your agency away. You jerked your shoulders in response, still angry, feeling a sharp pain in your arm that should have calmed you down, but Evan being such an ass to Peter had made you angry enough. Hitting your boyfriend in the face? You were actually considering hexing him again, intentionally this time around. You took a deep breath, you felt Remus’ hand brushing up and down over your good arm, still attempting to relieve your anger… And as much as you hated to admit it, it was distractingly relaxing. 

You tried to shake him off one last time before completely relaxing into his arms. He leaned in closer to whisper again, “Remember I was telling you about not getting caught?” He asked. And waited for you to answer. His hand was still over your mouth, you raised your eyebrows at him. He gave you a look, not moving his hand away. And eventually, you just nodded. He was smart, he knew you well too, you could have screamed, you could still see Slughorn talking to Evan and the boys from where you stood. 

You could have also bit him, force him to remove his hand from your face, but you had no intention of hurting Remus. Perhaps you didn’t want to get punished along them either, the more you thought about it, the more sense it made to try and stay in the sidelines and make sure the prank was completed, even if Prongs and Pads had gotten caught. 

“Well, this is one of those moments in which staying behind, and in the quiet is best,” he said softly, vocalising your own thoughts. “James and Sirius are going to get detention regardless of whether you intervene or not. Trust me, I too wanted to punch Evan in the face after he said that about the Shrieking Shack but I knew it was best to hold back. I don’t think he would’ve hurt Peter.” 

You wondered if Remus had seen or heard about the way his hands had dug into your skin that day in the Forbidden Forest, about the bruises Sirius later covered up with his kisses. Even then, some of the marks still fading in your skin, you didn’t think Evan would actually hurt Peter either, in fact, you weren’t even sure he had hurt you on purpose. That’s not something you would’ve said of Barty, he was completely unhinged. 

Remus was still holding you flush against his body when he took a deep breath. He had felt how much more relaxed you were now, somehow his voice and his touch had gotten you to calm down. 

He shouldn’t have been surprised, it wasn’t the first time it happened, but you had been so much more rilled up this time than back when the boys threw you and Sirius from your brooms that he wasn’t even sure if you’d forgive him for stopping you. 

“I’m gonna take my hand away from your mouth, okay?” You nodded again, he did, and rested his forehead on your shoulder, sighing when he realised you really weren’t going to scream. “I’m sorry,” he added then, “shouldn’t have grabbed you like that.” 

“It’s okay,” you said quietly, “I don’t mind it if you hold me Remus…” you mumbled. “I mean… Thank you.” 

“What?!” he asked, baffled. 

“You were right, it would have been stupid to join the fight. I wouldn’t have been able to do anything, I need to be more calm instead. Like I was in the library with the howler, like you. It’s just that Evan punching Sirius fucking vexed me.” 

“I know…” he managed to say, me too, he thought. In fact, if you hadn’t been around, he might have actually been the person to throw punches after Sirius got the first one. Evan might have been taller and broader than your boyfriend, but he was no match against Remus, let alone if you factored in his werewolf strength. 

You leaned back against him, the back of your head resting against his shoulder as you too sighed, “Does it always feel so terrible when a prank goes wrong?” 

He hummed in response, “they’ll be all right, detention is just sitting in a classroom being bored or writing an essay most of the time… Don’t worry too much about them.” 

“Feels bad that we’ll get out of this scots free but they won’t, though.” 

“Survivors' guilt.” 

You hummed, closing your eyes, “Thanks for holding me back,” you said again, “I don’t know what I’d do without you Rem.” 

He stifled a laugh at that, you’d probably be more than fine without him. He, on the other hand… “Count on your good old werewolf friend to help you hold those murderous tendencies,” he joked. You actually laughed at that, and then covered your mouth with your hands, looking around. 

“It’s all right, you can laugh, I cast a silencing spell,” he said, motioning to his hand with a small nod, he had his wand in a hold. 

“Was that before or after you took your hand away from my mouth?” you asked. The guilty look on his face was hidden by your shoulder, but his lack of a straight answer gave him away regardless. “Dumbass, I wouldn’t have screamed, I’m not that reckless.” 

“You literally left your wand on the floor with a werewolf in front of you. You ARE that reckless.”

“Well it wasn’t just any werewolf,” you said in self-defence, even if you were only digging yourself in a deeper hole. There was a comfortable silence and you sighed one last time, “We should finish up, the grand finale,” you said, finally separating from him, the lack of warmth almost made you shiver, “gotta make our boys proud, don’t we?” 

He smiled, his eyes shimmering with mischief, “Let’s do it.”  

Glossaire:   Mo chailleachan àlainn: My beautiful fools Est-ce que ça fait de toi mon trésor?: Does that make you my treasure?  Je peux être tout ce que tu veux que je sois: I can be whatever you wish me to be. Oui, mon amour: Yes my love

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A Study in Green

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CW: Fingering, Artistic Liberties with History | NSFW

Pairing: Arthur Conan Doyle / Female-Bodied Reader

Prompt: Abandoned Mansion (caution!)

Notes: This is I think the third time I've ever written smut, so please bear with me. I also thought the title was rather cliche, but I liked it, so... I also think I got a little carried away. Whoops. And Mo, if you read this - I remembered that comment I left you on your fic about the Paris Green and MC freaking out and it immediately came to mind when I rolled this prompt with my dice.

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“Are you sure this is a good idea?” You asked, eyeing the abandoned building with suspicion. It appeared to have been an older, late-eighteenth century mansion. Ivy crept up the crumbling mortar like grasping tendrils, giving it a foreboding look. 

“It’ll be fine, luv,” Arthur said, a cheeky grin on his face. “A little urban exploration never hurt anyone.” 

“I would like to see the evidence to back up that stateme-” You were cut off by Arthur tugging you close and kissing you sweetly.

“Come now. I swore to protect you, didn’t I?” He tapped your nose with a gloved finger. “That includes the dangers of uninhabited, derelict places and all the things that go bump in the dark. You have absolutely nothing to fear as long as I am here with you, okay?” 

You exhaled shakily and offered a weak smile. “Okay.” 

“Besides,” Arthur added. “You do make a rather adorable damsel in distress.” 

You stuck your tongue out at him, and he laughed, taking your hand and leading you inside. 

One thing you had never quite gotten used to in this era was the sticky heat and lack of air conditioning. Even though the climate wasn’t too different from what you were used to, the fashion of the day was much more stifling. The summer sun was currently high in the air, beating oppressive rays down on the building. Fortunately, the mansion was still in reasonably good repair; the roof was intact everywhere except the far left wing, where the walls had collapsed in on themselves. It offered some protection from the heat, paltry though it was.

Arthur had, true to his word, faithfully stuck by your side. The vampire hardly even let go of your hand, giving you something to anchor yourself to. You were grateful for his considerate nature. 

The sunlight shining through the cracked stained glass windows cast glittering constellations on the dusty wood of the parlor floor. Furniture draped in age-stained cream cloth was positioned in key places around the room. If it weren’t for the thick layer of dust and the obvious smell of decaying wood, you would almost think the owners were just out on vacation. 

Arthur had done some amount of research on the building before bringing you here, aided by le Comte and his connections. As it turns out, the owners of this mansion had fled to America twenty or so odd years ago due to some sort of legal trouble. The Crown had seized the mansion to repay the family’s debts and it had remained uninhabited since. According to Comte, the left wing collapse happened a few months after the Crown took over the property, and they hadn’t tried to renovate or rebuild the structure. Ultimately, other than the left side, the mansion should have been perfectly safe - within reason for an abandoned building - for a first-time urban explorer. 

He grinned. “Look at this,” Arthur said, using your joined hands to point at the desk in the corner of the room. It was neatly organized, a couple of books stacked on the side. A half-written letter lay on the workspace. A quill pen sat in a long-since-dried inkwell, the bottom of it stained black with India ink. “They really were in a hurry,” Arthur commented, pulling his tortoiseshell glasses from his pocket and setting them on his nose. “Let’s see…”

He blew gently on the surface, scattering the dust. Your eyes watered and you cough into your elbow. “Sorry,” Arthur murmured, rubbing your back lightly as he looked at the letter. 

“To my love,

“I hope the day comes when I can see you again. Father says we must leave in order to stay out of prison, and I dread leaving you behind. I had desperately dreamed of the day I would make you my wife, but I fear we must place those plans on hold for now. Wait for me, my love. I will return for you.

“Forever yours,”

And then nothing. There was no signature. You frowned. “The poor dears.. I hope he was able to stay in contact. Or at least let her know what happened.” 

Arthur studied the paper intensely for a moment, before looking at the books next to it. “I can’t imagine she wouldn’t know what happened. These kinds of things are rather big gossip in the upper echelons of society.” The hand on your back moved to your waist and pulled you closer to him. “Her family likely refused any further contact with him or his family after they left. Even if he continued to write to her, she probably never saw any of those letters.” 

“That’s so sad,” you said, leaning into him. “It sounds like he really loved her.” 

“If he loved her half as much as I love you, he must have loved her a lot,” Arthur replied, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “If you would like, luv, we can maybe try to deliver this letter to its intended recipient. There’s probably some other correspondence between the two stashed somewhere here, if we look for it.”

You looked up at him in surprise. He had a kind smile on his lips, but his eyes were serious. If it were something you wished to do, he would make it happen somehow. “I would, but,” you started to say. “What if it opens up old wounds? What if she’s moved on and this just brings it back up?” You sighed and laid your head against Arthur’s shoulder once more. He ran his thumb up and down your waist in soothing motions. “I don’t want to make things worse.” 

“Even if she has moved on, it could give her closure,” Arthur pointed out. “But you are right; it could cause more trouble for them. Maybe we should leave it here?”

You mulled it over for a moment. “If I were in her shoes.. And you had moved away for some reason against your will, I don’t think I could really move on. Even if I was forced to marry someone else. I love you too much to ever forget you.” 

Arthur was silent for a moment. “Then we should do everything we can to make sure it’s delivered. Even if it is twenty-something years late,” he said, voice quiet and somewhat choked. You went to move away and look up at him, but Arthur’s hand kept your head against his neck. His free arm wrapped around you and he held you firmly to his body. You gave up fighting him, and just locked your arms around his neck. “Thank you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

Arthur finally let go and stepped away from you, looking around the room once more. “Let’s see if we can find out who the lucky lady is, yeah? The game, my dear, is on!” 

The two of you went looking around the parlor for any other correspondence between the pair. Coming up empty handed there, you moved to other rooms. Normally Arthur would have been able to make an educated deduction on which room likely belonged to the author, but with the state of disrepair the house was in it was much more difficult. Or at least, that’s what Arthur said - but you suspected he just wanted an excuse to lead you around the house by the hand for a little longer. Not that you’d complain about that.

The two of you looked inside a bedroom suite on the second floor. The door creaked open, revealing a lavish room, covered in linens matching those in the parlor. A thick layer of dust coated the room as it did everywhere else in the house. You carefully stepped over to another desk, this one facing the window that overlooked the long-overgrown lawn. Spread across it were several letters in varying states of completion. Some were well-worn, clearly having been read over multiple times. Those ones appeared to have a different author than the one found downstairs. 

“Alyssa Bloodwell,” Arthur murmured. “That name doesn’t ring any bells for me, but Daddy Dearest knows just about everyone worth knowing among Europe’s elite. We can ask him when we get back. For now, though…” Arthur turned to you, a devilish smile on his lips.

“Arthur,” you warned him to no avail. He quickly stepped forward and grabbed you by the hips. Your arms snaked around his neck automatically. 

He grinned. “What is it, oh darling love of mine?” He gave you an innocent peck on the lips. 

“Oh, don’t even start, Arthur,” you protested, but made no motion to step out of his embrace. His lips moved to the side of your face and you reflexively tilted your head to give him access. “We can’t - not here.” 

“Says who?” Arthur murmured seductively, nibbling at the shell of your ear. “It’s not like there’s anyone here to stop us.” He walked you backwards to a sturdy chest of draws against the far wall, and easily lifted you up onto it. “You’ve been looking positively delectable all day. I can’t help myself from wanting a taste.” He leaned in and kissed you more insistently, his fingers dancing around the ribbon at the collar of your blouse. 

“You are incorrigible,” You responded weakly, already returning his kiss. 

“But you like it, don’t you?” Arthur replied, grazing your earlobe with his fangs. “You dirty little thing.” He ghosted his lips down the side of your neck, pressing a kiss right over your pulse point, before mouthing the spot and sucking hard. You cried out at the sharp pain of it. 

Arthur ran his thumb over the red blooming there. “Beautiful,” he said. “I would bite you, but then I’d have to carry you back to grab a carriage.” He ran his tongue down the column of your throat, his fingers gently setting the ribbon to the side and dragging the top of your blouse down. His other hand slid up your skirt, the thumb running back and forth over the flesh of your inner thigh. “And I really don’t want to have to explain that one to the constable,” Arthur whispered, his breath coming out in puffs against your collarbone.

The drag of his sharp fangs against the skin of your chest combined with Arthur’s fingers moving higher underneath your skirt caused your breath to hitch. His gloved hand pressed gently against your clothed sex, applying a small bit of pressure through your underwear. You let out a soft whine at the contact. He rubbed his fingers back and forth between your thighs while leaving love bites all over your exposed chest. 

His lips kissed back up your throat, and he pulled away to look at you. Smirking, he pulled his hand from between your thighs and took the glove in between his teeth. Arthur slowly, teasingly, pulled it off of his hand, the now bare appendage returning to its former place between your legs.

“Arthur,” you whimpered as he slid the material of your panties aside. He dragged his fingers back and forth through the wetness gathering there, circling the sensitive nub at the apex of your thighs. 

You threw your head back, a low keening sound escaping your lips as he continued to swirl his fingers between your legs. Arthur shot out his other hand to catch the back of your head.

“Look at me,” he murmured. You bit your lip but did as he asked, and he smiled. “Good girl.” 

Arthur’s thumb brushed against your lips and then he leaned in for a deep kiss. “You’re so cute when you come undone under my fingers like this,” he purred. “You’re normally so put together.” You probably were a sight to behold right now - skirt hiked up to your hips, blouse untied and loosely draped under your cleavage, chest heaving  - you were the very image of debauchery. 

Arthur leaned back in for another kiss, his tongue moving against yours in time with his fingers as they pushed inside of you. 

Your gaze drifted up, suddenly settling on the walls of the room. Your eyes widened and you broke the kiss. “Arthur,” you breathed, voice scratchy. “Is it just me or is that wallpaper green?” 

Arthur groaned and he pulled away with a discontent sigh, his lips forming a frown. “It is, and quite a lovely shade of it. But I don’t see how the color of the wallpaper is more important than my hand.” His fingers deftly continued their work, and you bit back a groan. “Unless you are unsatisfied, and want something more?”

“Because,” you breathed, trying to ignore Arthur’s actions and failing miserably. “Green pigments from around this time period are made of arsenic. It’s poison.” Your thighs trembled as he pleasured you. You were so close-

-and then Arthur suddenly stopped and looked at you, bewildered. You whined at the loss of stimulation. “Really?” He looked away from you, his gaze flitting all around the room that was blanketed in peeling green wallpaper. Arthur’s cobalt gaze met yours again, a light panic to his eyes. “And they didn’t know this?” 

“No! The paint was invented sometime in the early nineteenth century and fell out of use during the mid nineteenth century because people were getting sick,” you sighed, the ache in your belly slowly subsiding, leaving you feeling uncomfortable and wanting for more. “It was later used as a pesticide, until they realized that was dangerous, too.” You were somewhat regretting your choice to stop Arthur at this moment. Curse your brain for being safety-conscious even with an incredibly attractive man between your legs, who wanted nothing more than to bring you pleasure.

Arthur sighed, pressing a kiss to your lips. “We should probably continue this elsewhere, then,” he conceded, removing his hands from your thighs. You shuddered at the loss of contact and watched as he lifted his slick-covered hand to his mouth, sucking on the fingers. The lewd sight sent another flare of smoldering heat right to your belly. “When we get back home, you’re going to have to make up for leaving me hanging like this. I hope you’re ready for the consequences of your actions.”

Bonus:

After speaking with Comte about what you discovered while exploring (trespassing), you and Arthur found yourselves standing outside of a beautiful, well-kept mansion in the Parisian countryside. As you approached the gate, a butler, who was trimming roses nearby, placed his garden shears down and stepped over.

“Bonjour, Mademoiselle, Monsieur,” he greeted. “How can I help you?” 

“Is there an Alyssa Bloodwell at this residence?” You asked.

The butler frowned. “Madame Bloodwell does live here, yes, but we were not advised of any visitors today. Was she expecting you?”

“Not exactly,” you replied. Arthur then pulled a time-worn letter out of his pocket and showed it to the butler, explaining, “I shan’t go into the specifics on how, but we came across this letter and believe its intended recipient is your mistress. We simply wish it to go where it belongs.” 

The butler looked at the letter for a moment before nodding. “If you will, follow me,” he said and led you both into the mansion’s entryway, and from there to the parlor. “Please wait here, mademoiselle, monsieur. I will inform Madame Bloodwell of your visit and we shall proceed from there.” 

After a few minutes of waiting, you looked up to see a woman in her late thirties descending the stairwell. “I am Madame Alyssa Bloodwell. I was informed you had correspondence intended for me?” she asked. 

You curtsied and Arthur handed over the letter. She took it, eyeing it, and her hand dropped to her chest. “Where did you get this?” she said, breathless. 

“We recently came into possession of it,” Arthur said, smoothly avoiding giving the details. “We did some detective work, and determined you were the recipient.” 

Lady Bloodwell walked over to an armchair on uncertain legs and sunk down into it. “Louis,” she murmured. “I haven’t heard from him in twenty four years.” Her fingers caressed the fraying edges of the paper. “His family had been found to be embezzling money from one of the royal artisans and was disgraced. They fled Paris in the middle of the night and caught a ship to America. My parents forbade mention of him and the betrothal was called off. I ended up marrying a local lord, but.. I never did stop wondering what happened to him.” 

You smiled sadly at her. “I’m sorry that we didn’t come bearing current news, but I’m glad we could at least bring you the letter. It’s obvious how much he loved you.” 

“Thank you, cherie,” she said. “Please, is there anything I can do to repay you for doing me this kindness?” 

You began to decline, but Arthur cut in. “If you don’t mind, could you answer a question for us as payment?“

She inclined her head. 

“Did you ever move on?” Arthur asked, a serious look on his face. 

Madame Bloodwell shook her head. “I love my husband,” she began. “But no. Louis was - is - special to me. I never stopped loving him, and I doubt I will stop until the last breath leaves my lungs.” She looked between you and Arthur, a content smile on her face. “I see such a resemblance between you two and myself and Louis. Monsieur, whatever you do, don’t ever lose her.”

Arthur looked straight at you and squeezed your hand. “I won’t.” 

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The Curveball Part 10 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: Molly hates the feeling of each day slipping away, knowing Bob will be leaving soon. But there are cowboy hats to be worn and grandparents to talk to. And when Bob sails off into the Pacific, leaving Molly truly alone, she understands how much of her heart he's taking with him. 

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swears, pregnancy, smut, 18+

Length: 4000 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story accompanies Batting Practice!)

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"I had all these things planned that I wanted to do," Molly complained. "What am I supposed to do with this cowboy hat while you're deployed, huh? You expect me to just use my fingers or a vibrator for weeks on end? This is bullshit, and you know it, Lieutenant Floyd."

Bob watched Molly pace around the bedroom wearing a sports bra, a pair of his gym shorts, and the mahogany brown cowboy hat she just took out of the Amazon box that was delivered today. Her bump was so adorable, he just wanted to touch it all the time. But right now he was watching her absentmindedly running her hands along her belly as she walked back and forth in front of where he sat on the edge of the bed. 

"Why did you buy a cowboy hat in the first place, Mo?" he asked, honestly hoping he'd come home to find his girlfriend asking him for uniform time. Now that she was in her second trimester, she was practically begging for him around the clock. If he was able to get hard, then she was ready to go. 

She let out a cute little whine as her fingers grazed her tattoo. "Because you grew up on a ranch, Bobby. In Wyoming. You're a cowboy. My boyfriend is a bona fide cowboy."

"Weapons systems officer, actually," he replied as she came to stand between his spread legs. Bob placed his big hands on her little bump and kissed along her tattoo. 

She stomped her bare foot on the floor. "I want a cowboy."

Bob looked up at her pretty, pouting face as he ran his thumb along the bottom of her sports bra. "You really want a cowboy?"

"Yes." Her hands were on her hips now, and he knew he was about to give her what she asked for. He stood to his full height, brushing against her as she looked up at him with needy eyes. Then he gingerly removed the hat from her head.

"Get in bed, Honey."

With a little giggle, she jumped up and down and then crawled into bed. Bob shook his head and went to dig around in the walk-in closet for his oldest pair of jeans. He paused his search for a moment to reach behind his duffle bag and feel for the little box that was holding the ring he picked out. It was perfect, and he let himself hold it in his palm for a few seconds before tucking it away again. 

"Bobby?" Molly called, and he rolled his eyes with a laugh. She couldn't even wait two minutes for him. 

"I'll be there in a second."

He quickly stripped out of his uniform and underwear and gently pulled his jeans on. Very carefully he zipped them up and then put the cowboy hat on his head. He knew he must look ridiculous like this. He was probably the furthest thing from a rugged cowboy that ever existed. Now, if Molly wanted to fuck a nerd in his thirties who liked to play Dungeons & Dragons and was really good at math, he could probably dial that up to an eleven. 

But as soon as he walked back into the bedroom, her eyes went wide, and her lips parted. "Fuck," she whined, and Bob watched her dip her hand inside the waistband of the gym shorts. Her back arched off the bed as she moaned his name over and over, and she kept her eyes glued on him while she touched herself. Maybe he didn't look so bad after all?

He grinned and tipped the hat for her. "Well, howdy little lady."

"Jesus Christ," she gasped. Bob watched her yank down the gym shorts and kick them onto the floor as she said, "Call me little lady again, and I'll probably cum everywhere."

Bob's eyebrows quirked up as she pulled him into bed with her. He pushed her gently back until she was propped up on her elbows. What a sight. Pregnant Molly, running her smooth leg up around his waist and pulling him closer until her pussy was pressed against the denim. 

"Your cock looks huge through your jeans," she said, biting her lip. "Now call me little lady again," she demanded. Bob could practically hear the earlier stomp of her foot on the floor as he remained silent. 

Instead, he reached for her sports bra and gently pulled it up above her breasts. Those little silver barbells and her perfect tits greeted him. They were already bigger now, and as soon as Bob tipped the hat back on his head and tasted her, she was keening.

Unintelligible noises escaped her lips as she leaned back against the pillows and braced her hands on his shoulders. Bob pulled those little barbells between his lips one at a time, tugging gently, but her breasts were so sensitive now, he felt her nails digging into his skin. He sucked gently and then a little harder on her left nipple until he felt her squeezing her thighs together beneath him. 

"Oh, oh fuck," she gasped, back arching slowly as she started panting. When Bob ran his rough thumb back and forth across her right nipple, gently pulling on her piercing, she bucked against him. And then she started shaking, so he replaced his mouth with his fingers, giving her a good pinch as she came for him. 

With a satisfied smirk, he pressed his lips to her ear and whispered, "I barely even touched you, little lady."

"Bobby!" she shrieked, rubbing herself against him as her orgasm peaked. Next thing he knew, he was the one on his back. Molly's bra was on the pillow next to his head, and his jeans were yanked down to his thighs. And she was the one wearing the hat.

"You look adorable," he said as she adjusted the hat which was way too big for her head. And then she sank down around him, and rode him hard. The teeth of his zipper dug into his leg every time she ground down. The bite of pain mixed with the pleasure that was purely Molly, and Bob was completely lost in the moment. "Sexy cowgirl."

She bent a little closer until her bump was rubbing against his flat abs every time she rolled her hips. "I love riding you cowgirl. I love riding every which way. And I love these jeans. And I love your big cock. And I love our baby. And I love you."

Bob came almost immediately, knocking the cowboy hat off her head and pulling her down to kiss him. "I love you," he murmured, barely releasing her lips as he bucked up into her. "So much." He ran his hands along her belly and her tattoos and her barbells, and then he thought maybe he was being a little too rough. But when he released her, she took his hands in hers and kissed him until she had her fill. 

"Will you make me dinner in your snug jeans, Cowboy Bob?"

She didn't actually need to ask him that. She must already know he would.

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Molly was now counting down the meager time left until Bob's deployment started. "Only one hundred and sixteen hours left," she said as she ate a chocolate chip pancake. It was Sunday. He was leaving on Friday morning. "I hate it here."

"I'll be back home before you know it. This is actually a short one. More of a special mission."

"This is a short one?" she asked, looking scandalized. "They can't just... like keep you away from us whenever they feel like it." She gestured to her belly as she licked chocolate from her fork. 

"Actually," he said with a sigh, "they sure can."

She started pouting, instantly angry that their son or daughter was going to have to deal with this level of bullshit. She would teach the child to pout just like her, and then Bob would have both of them to contend with. It usually worked for her. 

"Mo... I need to go out for a few hours," he said softly, drawing her attention back to him. 

"Are you going to Costco? I started a list, and it's my turn to pay for household necessities. But I wanted to watch a new murder documentary later today."

But he was shaking his head. "I need to go to San Bernardino. I need to tell my parents that you're pregnant."

Molly was silent. She hadn't really even considered this. She didn't have parents to tell anything to. If it wasn't something her sister or Bob should know about, then she generally kept it to herself. And now she felt like she was going to vomit, something she hadn't done in weeks. 

"Do you really have to tell them?" she asked, setting her fork down. 

Bob eyed her skeptically. "I think they should probably be informed that they have another grandchild on the way, Honey."

Tears stung her eyes. "But your mom really liked me," she whispered, rubbing her fingertips along her lips, trying to stay calm. "She was so warm and motherly, and now she's going to know I corrupted her sweet, only son. She'll think I'm a filthy harlot! Only after your mountains of money! You can't tell her I'm pregnant!"

Bob chuckled. "Do we have mountains of money that I'm not aware of?"

"I'm being serious right now, Cowboy Bob!"

"So am I," he said, kissing her lips softly as a tear slid down her cheek. "They aren't going to think anything bad about you. I promise. Rebecca wasn't married to Todd yet when she had Piper."

Molly sniffed and wiped at her nose. "Really? They seem to like him?"

"They do," he said, and he sounded reassuring to Molly's ears.

She took a deep breath. "I'll come with you. To see your parents."

"You don't have to, Mo."

But she reached out and straightened his glasses on his nose. If Rebecca got married later, after she had Piper, then maybe there was hope. And now Molly was thinking about that wildflower wedding. She could practically smell the flowers as she whispered, "I'm going with you."

The ride seemed to take forever, and Bob's truck was mostly quiet. Molly had changed into a snug dress that definitely didn't leave her belly up for debate. They would know she was pregnant as soon as they looked at her. That way there would be less for Bob to have to nervously string together. Molly would take the brunt of the dirty looks, and he could just hold her hand quietly.

"You ready?" he asked in a soft yet strong voice as he parked his truck. 

"Yes," she replied. She had no idea this is where she would end up today when she woke up this morning, and she'd rather be almost anywhere else. But she was ready to get this over with. 

"Well this is a surprise!" Bob's mom called as she came out onto the porch when she heard the truck door close. She looked delighted. Absolutely delighted to see them. But as Bob wrapped his arm around Molly's waist and started to lead her up to the porch, his mom's eyes dropped down to her midsection, and she gasped. 

"Oh no," Molly whispered, swallowing hard against the onslaught of fresh tears. 

"Mom," Bob said in a warning tone as Molly tripped along next to him. 

"You're pregnant." Her voice was like a gunshot to Molly's ears.

"Yes," Bob replied. Molly had promised herself she would be the strong one here, but now she was collapsing in on herself like a house of cards. 

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Floyd," she whispered, hand shaking at her side. "It was an accident." But she watched as Bob's mom pulled her son in for a hug as she cried. 

"A baby!" she practically shrieked in excitement. "Just wait until I tell your dad! He's going to be overjoyed. Roger!" she screamed into the house as Bob collected Molly against him once more.

"You okay?" he asked, and she nodded against his chest as Bob's dad bounded out onto the porch. 

"I was trying to start the grill. What's wrong?"

"Bob and Molly are having a baby!" she screamed at her husband who was only five feet away. 

"Another grandchild?" he asked, and Molly was soon sandwiched in a hug between both of Bob's parents as his mom asked a list of questions. 

"When are you due? Do you need anything? Should we buy a crib for our house? I wonder if Beck still has Piper's pack n play. Are you hungry? Is Bob cleaning so you don't have to? The chemical smell of cleaning supplies might make you nauseous. Bob, are you cleaning everything?"

And then Molly burst into happy tears as she went inside to eat some grilled chicken and corn on the cob. 

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When Bob got home from work the day before he was to leave for his deployment, Molly was already there in her scrubs. She presented him with several pairs of gray sweatpants on their bed. "What are these for?" he asked, watching the way she bit her lip in anticipation. 

"Try them on," she said, reaching for the first pair. "Without underwear."

He knew better than to argue with her, so he got undressed and pulled on the sweatpants. 

"Yes," she said, nodding and stroking her chin with her fingertips. "Absolutely."

Bob looked down his body to where her gaze was transfixed on his crotch. "What are these for?"

"My personal enjoyment. And the enjoyment of others. I can see your dick through the fabric."

"Molly," Bob groaned, reaching for the waistband, but she stopped him with both hands. 

"Please? Just wear them while we go pick up dinner! And you can take them on deployment with you."

He shook his head at her earnest expression. "Why would I take pants away with me when you can see my.... you know."

"Why not?" she asked, kissing his cheek. 

He knew he was blushing as he softly said, "You know there will be other women on the aircraft carrier, right?"

"Yep," she replied, wrapping her arms around his waist. "I'm sure they'll love the sweatpants, too. If you got it, flaunt it, Coach Bob."

He just gaped at her. "You wouldn't feel nervous about what might get said to me?"

Molly kissed along his bare chest, and Bob closed his eyes, relishing the feel of her bump resting against him. "Like something another woman might say? No. I trust you."

Bob let his hands rest on her lower back. "I'm going to miss you so much, Mo."

She nodded against him and whispered, "When those other women try to chat you up, you just tell them that your girlfriend is a goddamn delight. And that she was the one who bought the sweatpants to try to bring more happiness to the world."

"I will," he said with a smile, unconvinced that anyone else would look at or talk to him at all for the full duration of his deployment. But he appreciated the way Molly seemed to trust him. And he also appreciated the way her hand was gliding down the front of his new pants. 

"Let's go pick up dinner," she whispered. And then she groaned. "The fact that I can't even eat real sushi right now is absolutely ridiculous." 

"The cooked stuff is okay though," he said as she led him out of the bedroom. 

"Stop lying to try to make me feel better."

Once they were at the sushi restaurant, waiting for their pickup order, Molly was getting a little handsy again. "Mo," he warned, his voice deep and a little raspy, but that just seemed to spur her on more. She ran her hands down the front of his tee shirt and let them skim along the elastic waistband of his pants. 

"Bobby," she crooned softly. He thanked the hostess three times when she handed him their food, causing enough of a distraction to get Molly to pull her hands away from him.

But out in the parking lot, it was a different story. And at least it was dark now as Bob set the food on the passenger side floor before he held out his hand to help Molly climb in. But she just ran her hands all over his abs as she said, "You know what I was thinking? Since you're going to miss the anatomy scan ultrasound?"

"Hmm?" he hummed, barely able to pay attention to anything as Molly's hand dipped inside the front of his pants and stroked his hardening length. 

"How about I take a video of it? And then you can watch it later? Or if we get to have a facetime call, I could try to play the video for you? You'd like that?"

Bob just throbbed in her hand as she slowly jerked him off in the middle of the parking lot next to the In-N-Out like it was nothing. Her earnest gaze let him know she had asked him a question. 

"Huh?" he grunted, reaching for her pretty face with both hands.

"Would you like that, Bobby?" she asked, smiling as he leaned down to kiss her lips. 

"Mo, I have no idea what you're talking about, Honey." It was the truth. Something about the baby? An ultrasound? He wasn't sure, and he couldn't think straight with her hand on him like this. And he was absolutely startled to find how much he liked the idea and the feel of her doing this in a semi public place. 

Molly let her fingernails scratch gently down along his balls before she withdrew her hand and said, "Get in the truck." A second later, Bob was standing there outside the closed passenger side door, trying to hustle around the cab with a huge erection. When he climbed in the driver's seat, Molly had her hand on him again. 

"What are you doing?" he asked, starting the truck and pulling out of the parking lot. 

"Road head," she muttered casually. Then Molly leaned across the seat and took Bob between her lips. He had never done anything like this before. He'd never even been with a woman who liked to give head as much as Molly before. Not only that, she loved teasing him. Her breath ghosted along his skin before she took him deeper, and Bob was afraid he might drive off the road. 

"Molly," he begged, gripping the steering wheel with both hands. "Please."

She popped him out of her mouth and said, "Of course, Coach Cute Glasses. Anything you want."

But instead of stopping, she sucked and bobbed and licked him, working him up into such a frenzy that he nearly wrecked into her parked car when he got back to the condo. Mrs. Evans was out walking her poodle, and Mr. Walters was taking a brisk jog, but that didn't stop Molly. She stripped out of her scrub pants and crawled across the seat. Then she rode Bob while he held her hips and belly. 

Bob didn't care if the neighbors saw him. In less than twelve hours, he was going to have to be without the love of his life for weeks on end. So he didn't stop her from coming apart in his lap and making a mess all over his new pants. 

"I love you, Daddy," she panted, running her hands through his already messy hair and tugging on him as he came. His hands were covering her belly, and Bob felt the sting of tears in his eyes knowing how much he was going to be leaving at home.

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Molly couldn't do it alone. She already called for backup. The morning that Bob left on the aircraft carrier, her sister was waiting a short distance away on the dock. Molly watched as she and Bob exchanged a hug, after which her sister pressed a quick kiss to Bob's cheeks like a civilized person. 

But not Molly. No, she was sobbing uncontrollably and clinging to her boyfriend like he was her lifeline. As if he was her only reason for living. "I love you," he whispered against her lips, his metal glasses cold against her cheek. "Both of you."

"I don't want you to leave," she sobbed, holding him so tight, her belly was smashed and uncomfortable. "Just stay."

Bob wiped her tears away and she looked at him in his khaki uniform, all ready to get to work on a mission she didn't even want to know about, because she was so scared. 

"I can't, Mo," he whispered, kissing her forehead in the early morning sunlight. He looked so handsome with his tidy hair and his serious expression. 

But she knew she looked like a messy little wreck, face streaked with new tears as she said, "I thought I would hold up better than this. I thought I would be okay." She didn't want to go back to the empty condo and have to figure out how to cook for herself. She didn't want to watch murder documentaries and eat gummy bears alone now that she knew what it felt like to have Bob with her. 

"You will be," he reassured her. "You'll be better than okay." And then he sank to his knees in front of her, and Molly had to brace her hands on his shoulders. He kissed her belly though his white undershirt and looked up at her. "When you find out if we're having a son or a daughter, email me right away, okay? I can't wait to know."

"I will," she promised him, closing her eyes to memorize how lovely his hands felt on her body like this. Memorize how much he loved their baby. 

And then he stood and kissed her so well and for so long, his fingertips holding her still, digging into her neck until he got his fill. So she decided to memorize how loved she felt, too. And then with a few more whispered words, Bob was walking away from her as she shook with tears. 

When an arm wrapped around her shoulders, Molly jumped, surprised to find her sister there even though she'd begged her to skip the first hour or so of work. "I can't do this," she hiccupped, accepting the warm mom hug. "I'm already too lonely."

"You're not alone," she replied, kissing Molly's hair. "If it gets too hard, you can come stay with us."

Molly scoffed and wiped her eyes on her sister's work blazer. "I'm not staying with newlyweds. That's just rude. And also kind of disgusting. Like what if I accidentally heard Bradley blowing your back out or something?"

She rolled her eyes, and Molly turned to watch Bob waving from the carrier deck. She waved back and said, "Look how perfect he is."

"He's pretty great," her sister replied, linking their fingers together. "And he loves you."

Molly stood there as the sun grew hot against her back. The carrier left the San Diego harbor as she held her head high. Bob loved her, and she was the one he'd be thinking about while he looked sexy in his gray sweatpants and when he flew his mission. Well, her and the baby of course. 

Her phone pinged with a text message as she was turning to go back to her car. 

I miss you already, Mo.

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What are we thinking about baby Floyd? Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls and everyone who bugged me to make Molly and Bob a thing!

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My funny valentine.

momo x f!reader

Summary: Momo starts to drift off from your love weeks ago, but you both still went on a valentines date. But, unfortunately, she became your funny valentine instead.

tw: Momo doesn't like you, blood is mentioned.

genre: angst

a/n; a little something before I post the misana fic bc that has been taking me a bit too long. Hope u guys enjoy my first fic !

It was Valentine's Day at midnight. The place was illuminated by the bright moonlight. There were food trucks parked all over the area, lively music playing, happy yells coming from everyone, and fun or rigged games to compete in.

You and Momo were having a carnival date on Valentine's day since you both had been ridiculously busy for the past few months.

Holding Momo's cold hand while walking through the loud crowds, accidentally hitting them while you both were at it.

When you both finally made it to the game, you grinned and looked at Momo, who had been completely uninterested since you two had arrived at the carnival and was staring down at her phone. You brushed it off as a minor inconvenience and held her icy hand tighter, signaling her to look up, at least.

"C'mon Momo, y'know the time we spend together is important." You said while grinning a little trying to make both of you and Momo's cloud positive.

"Hm? Oh, yeah. Uhm, what's this?" Momo said with a monotonous voice, finally looking up on what's In front of her.

"Really, You don't remember anymore?" You exclaimed with a slight tease in your tone.

Even while you appear enthusiastic, you were actually devastated over the realization that Momo couldn't even recall how the two of you met in the first place. You both have loved basketball since high school, but you just take pleasure in watching it. However, Momo adored basketball and was essentially a member of the school's jock. Ever since high school and basketball brought you two together, you two had been in love.

But you've already noticed that Momo has begun to slip away from your affection and place her attention elsewhere. When you became aware of this, it hurt. Your heart seemed to be pumping more vigorously than usual, and you may have felt as though it were being violently squeezed.

Your heart still beats for Momo, even if her love was dead to you.

"What? It's just a basketball game." Momo looked at you with a questioning look.

"W-well, I mean—" you stammered under her crushing gaze. Her gold necklace encircled her neck flawlessly. her lips were luscious and naturally pink, and the way her jet-black hair fell, a literal museum piece.

But, the temperature had dropped even more, making the chilly wind kiss your skin and face. The loud noises that had been all around you both gradually subside. The time slowed down, and everything that was not Momo started to blur out.

"Yn. C'mon, let's go somewhere else." Momo said nonchalantly, not waiting for your response, she was already leading you to a place.

snapping out from your daze you had finally processed what was happening and followed her.

A thought of the sunrise had just quickly entered your thoughts as the two of you were walking. Every time you were with Momo, you disliked the sunrise. Since she was rarely present in your relationship, you didn't want the time to pass whenever you were together. resulting in loneliness within your lonely body

Glancing at Momo, you've noticed that she'll occasionally check her clock. It wasn't like she needed to attend something—it was her day off, so why was she so tensed?

Momo gazed at you as you gruffly laughed, unsure of whether you were gradually losing your mind or not. But as time goes on, the noisy carnival noises slowly fade away, and the air grows colder.

"Momo.. What are your thoughts on the sunrise?" You questioned and swung your and Momo's hands together, looking intently at her.

"I suppose it's okay. I truly don't care." Momo uttered. Your lips were quivering since it was so chilly that a cloud was coming out of your mouth. Sadly, There was no indication of warmth between you, and her icy touch was doing nothing to help either.

Why?

She looked at her clock once again, truly hurting you.

'Don't look at the clock, let's enjoy this.'

Those were the words that lodged themselves sharply in the back of your throat. It was terribly unpleasant and tough to escape from your mouth.

Finally reaching your point, you stopped walking and let go of her hand. You didn't mind that your lips were chapped and cold, or that your hands were numb. Nothing can stop you if you can still talk.

"Are you playing with me, Momo?" you stammered under the cold air.

When she remained silent and just stood there with her back facing you, confused and unable to respond. So, you made the decision to continue, "Fuck, Momo! I'm so fucking tired. You don't seem to understand." You exclaimed with your hands raising.

Momo gave a long sigh and turned to face you. Her eyes were lifeless, stale, and dull. She had a deep frown in place of the smile she always used to wear when facing you. Deeply frowning at your direction.

Those eyes seem so honest.

"Look, I'm just really tired today and—"

"god, you are a hilarious valentine" You grinned dryly while kicking a pebble across the gravel floor and swinging your arm in fury.

"Fuck, Fine! Since you want the real truth, I don't fucking love you anymore!" Momo paused, then continued, "I fell out of love... Months before already."

She saw you looking down at the ground as she cast a quick glance your way. "It's not your fault, yn," she said, heaving another heavy sigh, "I simply just fell out of love, and got the impression that our love will not reciprocate once again." Momo stated as she approached you and took both of your hands in hers to console your pitiful heart.

After what felt like hours, you finally looked up to her eyes in an attempt to detect any warmth in her dark blazing gaze. And there was, but it was the type of warmth you didn't like. She was offering you warmth, but it was tinged with regret, worry, and a suggestion of goodbye.

The frown on Momo's face was swiftly replaced by a bittersweet grin as you looked down at her lips once more. It was an unpleasant sight.

Her lips formed a thin line and she looked down in regret, getting to smell her vanilla-scented hair.

"I—I must leave. It's been wonderful, yn." Momo spoke cautiously, releasing your warm hands and leaving you in the cold. You couldn't breathe, and the air made you feel even more alone. Momo turns away from you without giving you a final glance.

After a short while, your knees tumble to the gravel floor, scratching your knees as warm tears slowly leak from your eyes and turn your eyes red.

Momo has been in your mind ever since she stole your heart, and you gave it to her. You wanted her to hold you and embrace you. However, If she was serious—

Everyday would be valentine.

But she instead became your funny valentine.

[nctsplug02]

Jaehyun boxer au needed ASAP!

[9:43PM]

GENRE: fluff and smut

WARNINGS: hair pulling, oral sex (M receiving), face fuck and praising.

you exit the bathroom, your body wrapped tightly with a white fresh towel— along with your hair.

you’ve been home alone since seven— it was now nine— so, seeing your husband sitting on the bench in front of the king sized bed scared the living hell out of you.

“holy fuck, jaehyun.” you gasp, holding your chest. “you’re so lucky i don’t have my firearm with me.” jaehyun softly smiles and continues to unwrap the kumper from his knuckles.

“oh,” you say when pumping some moisturizer onto the tip of your fingers. “i’m sorry i couldn’t make it to your match. i forgot that we had conferences today.”

that’s right— you’re a first grade teacher. you’ve been a first grade teacher for three years and the students there absolutely adore you— along with the teachers.

“it’s fine, baby. i understand.” the white kumpers sitting next to him as he unwraps the other hand. “there’s always next time.” you smile— you were so glad that your husband was the type to understand.

“something’s off,” you turn around and jaehyun glances up at you. “you seem.. off? like, you’re usually hyped when you get home but.. you’re awfully quiet?” jaehyun softly sighs and shrugs.

“did you lose your match today?” he shakes his head. “no, i won. like always.” jaehyun says with a slight smirk. “it’s just.. my good luck charm wasn’t in the crowd tonight.” you bite your lip.

and this dick says he isn’t romantic.

cheekily romantic.

“i’m sorry, honey.” you walk up to him and you sit in his lap. “forgive me, ‘kay?” you wrap your arms around his neck and press a kiss on his cheek.

jaehyun stays silent.

what was he thinking about?

“okay?” you lift jaehyuns face before he pushes you off his lap. odd. “what’s wrong?” you remove your arms from his neck and then you go to take a step back until his arms draw you back in.

“take your towel off.” o…kay.

you do so without having to be asked, again. jaehyuns eyes never left yours as you peeled the towel away from your body. your nipples harden from the cold air—the air conditioning was blasted because of the heat outside.

“on your knees, baby.” you bite your lip, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and.. from being turned on.

you nod and sink onto your knees. “now, undo my pants and sit back when you’re done.” you gulp and reach for his sweats, pulling at the strings and tugging his sweats and boxers off.

you sit back after his sweats and briefs are pooled at his ankles. doing just as you’re told to.

jaehyun smiles in satisfaction. you listened so well— not wanting to disobey him, of course.

“do you want to suck my cock or do you want me to fuck your face?” never has he asked like that. although being married for several years— he’d always make you nervous. just from the slightest questions.

“can.. we do both?” jaehyuns grin grows wider. “aren’t you a greedy one.” you lick your lip before biting it.

jaehyun takes his cock and softly jerks himself while holding eye contact with you. “you wanna suck my dick?” you’re too busy drooling over his cock, that you answered a few seconds after his question. “yes.. i do.”

jaehyun lets out a string of low groans and mutters before continuing. “beg for it, baby. beg for how much you want to suck my cock.” you could physically feel your pupils shake.

“please,” jaehyun tilts his head with his eyes slightly squinting. “i can’t hear you too well— try speaking up, baby.” you bite your lip.

you usually aren’t this shy with him.. but tonight felt.. different?

“please,” you inhale, looking down at your lap. “may i please,” you bring your eyes up to jaehyuns and frown your eyebrows. “suck your cock.” that’s enough for jaehyun to give in.

with eagerness hiding behind your flushed cheeks— you grab ahold of his ten inch cock and you gulp. lathering the inside of your mouth with saliva before sitting up on your knees and taking jaehyuns tip into your mouth.

“fuck,” jaehyun sighs and tips his head back. “that’s it, baby.” a small smile grows on your lips when feeling his hand drop onto the back of your head.

“take me in slowly.” he whispers.

your saliva coating his length as you move down it per second. your eyes slightly squeezing shut when feeling them water as his tip meets your gag reflex.

your mouth stretched at his thickness and salivated around him, drooling through the sides of your lips.

jaehyun lets out a groan and tangles his fingers with your hair. you take your hand away from his shaft and you let jaehyun take the lead. his hand pushes your head down and pulls it back up with a tug.

“your mouth feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock.” you’re too busy gagging around him to pay attention to what he’s saying. your gargling and gags blocked out every sound.

you gag around his base and jaehyun softly laughs. “that’s a good girl,” he hisses. “choking on my cock and still taking it down like a good girl.” your core getting wetter with each praise.

the sloppy sounds of your mouth taking jaehyuns dick easily earns jaehyuns cum down your throat. jaehyun yanks you off while groaning and grunting before jerking himself off.

your face messily painted with white streaks of cum. “fuck, baby.” jaehyun groans, rubbing his tip and finally letting your hair go.

“mm.” you scoop a bit of his cum off your face and onto the tip of your finger before licking it. “mm.” you hum, again.

“so fuckin’ sexy for that.” jaehyun chuckles and leans forward— his lips melting against yours before pulling away.

you rest your hand on his knees. “better?” jaehyun licks his lips and hums. “not quite.” your eyes slightly widen— choking on his cock.. didn’t brighten his mood?

jaehyun looks down at his dick that sat brick hard against his belly. “why don’t you come take a seat, hm?” he holds his cock up and you give him a look.. a look that said you’d been waiting.

[writeforfandoms]

Shatter Me 14

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We're finally back with these three! A little more reprieve before things happen.

Warnings: Fluff, yearning, Grogu is an adorable menace, none of them know how to process emotions.

Word count: 1.3k

The Crest settled down on a flat grassy area, well away from anything. The sun was still shining, though it was lower in the sky now. 

Mando waved off your offer to help him move a couple things around, leaving you in charge of Grogu. Grogu, of course, was more than content with this arrangement, toddling off as fast as he could and nearly vanishing into the tall grass. With a soft laugh, you took off after him, shaking your head.

The grass tickled your hands as you reached down to scoop up Grogu, foreign and wonderful. 

"Look at it all," you whispered to Grogu, holding him up so he had a better view. "Isn't it beautiful? All this green?" 

He cooed softly, one hand gripping your thumb, ears wiggling. Then he started wiggling around, making little grunts. You blinked but set him down, watching as he started towards a small creek that ran through the clearing. He crouched down and then pounced on something. You were so startled you didn't even try to stop him, just watching as he lifted what looked like a blue frog, stuffing it in his mouth. 

"Kid." The voice behind you made you jump.

Grogu turned and blinked at Mando, doing his best to look completely innocent… with a pair of blue legs still sticking out of his mouth. 

Mando just sighed and shook his head. "That better not make you sick." 

Grogu swallowed down the rest of the frog and then burbled up at you both, looking quite pleased with himself. You smiled and shook your head.

“Guess he’s set for dinner,” you mused. “Oh! I nearly forgot. We got some treats at the market.”

Mando looked at you, head tipping just a little. “Treats?”

Grinning, you went back to the ship to grab your shopping bag and produced the cookies with a triumphant noise. “Do you want to eat them now or after dinner? I’ll keep Grogu out here so you can have your privacy.” 

“After,” Mando decided, shaking his head a little. “Help me with the fire.”

It didn’t take long for the two of you to form a ring of rocks, although it did take a little longer to find enough wood to burn. There wasn’t a ton of it around, but, well… Mando might have helped a branch fall to the ground for you to use. 

Grogu was falling asleep near the fire by the time you had dinner ready for yourself and Mando, and you kept the kid in your lap as you ate. Mando took his food and retreated somewhere into the ship, you didn’t even try to find out where. 

And then you sat and watched the remains of the sunset, pinks and lavenders highlighting the slowly-darkening sky. Grogu leaned back against you, snoring softly, a comfortable warm weight against you. 

“You could stay.” 

The only reason you didn’t jump out of your skin was because you’d seen him out of the corner of your eye. Mando sat next to you, and you turned your head to look at him. A brush of pastel pink splashed across the helmet, making you smile a little. 

“Here, you mean?” 

“Yes.” 

You shrugged, leaning back just a little, adjusting Grogu in your lap. “I mean… I suppose I could. But…” You trailed off, tipping your head back to look at the sky. 

“But?” he asked gently after a few long moments of silence. 

“I don’t… trust easily. Anymore.” You shifted your weight carefully. It was easier not to look at him. “The only reason I was okay in Mos Eisley is because of Peli. I don’t think I could just… settle somewhere I don’t know anyone.” 

He nodded slowly, following your lead in looking up at the sky. 

“Besides,” you said with forced cheer, “I don’t wanna leave you and the kid right now. I want to make sure he gets to where he’s going safely.” 

Mando was quiet at that, though you saw the helmet turn to you. “You really care about him.”

“I do.” You couldn’t help smiling down at the kid. “I’ve always liked kids, and he is special. In more ways than one.” 

Mando was quiet then, letting the silence settle between you. You calmed again, no longer quite so anxious now that the topic had been dropped. The colors faded from the sky, leaving only deep blue that slowly bled black. 

“Thank you,” you murmured finally. “For this.” You smiled up at the sky. 

Mando snorted softly under the helmet. “Get some sleep,” he said instead, rising to his feet. A moment later, a few things landed next to you, and he disappeared back into the ship with one last glint of firelight on the beskar. 

A little investigation showed the bundle to be a pillow, a bedroll, and a blanket. It didn’t take you long to get yourself and the child situated by the fire, still just outside the ship. Just in case. Grogu snored softly the entire time, hogging most of the pillow. You just smiled and pulled the blankets a little higher. They smelled faintly of… something. Something different. But it was nice. 

It didn’t take long to fall asleep there, warmed by the fire and by Grogu latching onto your ear. 

You woke to soft chuckles, blinking yourself awake. Sunlight blinded you briefly, making you swear softly and squint. You started to turn your head away from the light, and then froze. Something tugged at your hair, something else under your cheek. You blinked again and cautiously moved your head. There was a soft grumble from the top of your head and another tug to your hair. 

What…? 

“The kid is stuck in your hair.” Mando moved closer, upside-down from your view. “I’ll get him.”

“Oh.” You held still as Mando gently picked up Grogu, untangling little fingers from your hair. Then you rolled to the side and sat up. The fire had gone out during the night, and if you had to guess you’d say it was still early. “Time to go?”

Mando nodded once before carrying Grogu back inside. You watched him go and then smiled. 

This had been a welcome interlude, and you were grateful for it. 

You had things packed up again before Mando returned, and helped him get everything back into the ship. You were both quiet as you worked, and once everything was ready, you followed him up to the cockpit. 

Watching him go through the motions of taking off was almost comforting in its growing familiarity. The ship left the ground, and you leaned back in your seat as his hands confidently guided the ship up through atmo and back into space. 

He did his computations while you watched, and then made the jump. 

“How long this time?” you asked, curious. 

Mando shrugged. “A while,” he said, not glancing back at you as he settled in his seat. “At least a standard day and a half.” 

You nodded and relaxed back into your chair as well. The cockpit was quiet but for the occasional beeps from the navcomp or creaks of the ship. It was peaceful. 

Part of you wanted this peace to last forever. To just sit here in quiet with this man for the rest of your days, to keep the child with you, to teach him more games and songs and tools. 

But no. You’d never been that lucky as to keep something good. 

Mando left the cockpit after a while, and you could hear him moving downstairs in the hold, then the coos and murmurs from the child. You tipped your head back, looking at the streaks of the stars above you. 

No. You wouldn’t get lucky enough for this to last. You never were.

[amunyan]

Unsure if I should put a warning here. Seriously; When I look at the reactions to the chapters of the other story…

So enjoy the last chapter of this one :D Word Count: around 2480 Warnings: smut

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The person she trusts most... (3/3)

With eyes full of desire, Mereoleona steps closer towards you. Pulling you close with a gentle touch, she caresses your cheek before planting a brief but passionate kiss on your lips.

You look at her in complete bewilderment as her lips slowly separate from yours. With flushed cheeks, dipped into a bright red, you stammer something incomprehensible. Not really sure if you read the situation in the right way, when she repeats herself. „I still owed you an answer to your confession back then. Fact is; I've always loved you. Unconditionally. You are the person I trust most after you saved me by taking your own blood as an antidote.“ Mereoleona pauses for a moment and her expression changes. It becomes a little darker, almost sad. „I don't know who did you this wrong... if it was even me unknowingly. But it hurt too much to see you beating yourself up all the time. Forcing you to push yourself beyond your limits in an unhealthy way. To see you full of self-doubt, trying to get stronger.“

„I wanted so much to impress you by being able to face you in mortal combat. It was frustrating that you never took me seriously”, you sigh deeply.

„I would have killed you in an instant,“ she replies in her typical harsh manner. „But you have already impressed me - just not with your fighting skills.“

„I did what?“

„Oh? Now you hear me,“ a bright, cheeky smile appears on her lips and she playfully pet your head before caressing your face again. „Remember? I told you so many times - but you never listened. Stubbornly, you tried to become stronger - ignoring that you already were. Just in a different way...“

„And above all; I think I did all for the wrong reasons... I only realised it when you were gone. Ever since the first time we met, all I ever wanted was to be acknowledged by you. Every time you gave me a sign of approval, I was in denial. I waved away everything that I did as nothing special“.

„There is nothing wrong with trying to become stronger and working on your weaknesses. But…”

She sighs, almost unheard, before expressing her regret: „ Maybe I have been too hard on you. But I have told you so many times, and you have never believed me, that I truly adore you. You did not want to see it.

„I guess we have hurt each other in one way or the other,“ you have to admit with a sad smile. „I also realised that you are not always there to protect me or to boost my low self-esteem.

„Yeah. But now you know that's your job,“ Mereoleona adds, and you nod in agreement and repeat the sentence.

„Good. Now that that's out of the way, let's get on with the fun stuff.“

With an anticipatory grin on her face, the Lioness turns and stretches before beginning to untie the rosy-coloured ribbon around her hips and pulls the jacket off her shoulders. „Come on. You too. Take your clothes off!“

„Wait? What? So fast? I mean, we haven't seen each other for months and... Desire, yes, but... Without a warning and... Although that does look a bit like you...“

Mereoleona's frightening gaze meets yours. She looks at you with a raised eyebrow and a doubtful, sceptical frown as you finish your sentence hesitantly. „Straightforwardness...“

A meaningful smile flickers across her lips before she bursts out laughing: „I was just thinking about a nice bath in the hot springs. But...“

She turns back to you. Her hand slides over your shoulders, closing the distance between you. „But I wouldn't mind pleasuring you right here and now.“

It's not just the sound of her voice so close to your ear that makes you blush. It's also the fact that, almost unnoticed, her hand has moved from your shoulder to your butt. When her hand squeezes it firmly, you can no longer suppress a little squeak.

„Still so shy about it? For the one you wanted so much a moment ago...“ She tenderly bites your earlobe. „But first let's go to the hot springs. Can you hold out until then, or do you want me to come on you right now?“

„Yes,  she nods and takes a sip of her sake. „This hidden place was found by Lady Acier a long time ago. She was my mentor and we often trained together here in the volcano...“ Her eyes gaze absently at the night sky, where the first stars are already twinkling. „It was just the two of us. Not many people dare to come near this volcano.“ Mereoleona pauses again for a moment. Her expression seems almost sad for a moment, before she empties her cup of alcohol. „Sometimes... I really miss her. I always thought my attribute had an advantage over hers, but I was never able to win. I wonder if I could now?“

„It's beautiful out here,“ you comment as you slide your aching body into the warm water next to Mereo. It feels good on your painful limbs and you let out a pleasurable moan.

„ I can't imagine you being week to anyone.“

„But that's the way it is. I also had to start somewhere, “she says with a grin. „And I also had to learn that strength is not only about your physical abilities. But enough of me now. Tell me more about your training!“

You smile back, a little awkwardly, and start to talk about your last few months of exercise. Full of setbacks, but also a little bit of hope as your skills slowly improved and you were able to develop a strategy around your strengths. „When I realised that I could use the ability to create the scent of herbs and poisons to my advantage, I suddenly knew where to start. I am physically weak, but creating an odour to weaken my opponent is my only chance of getting the upper hand. So I expanded my collection of herbs and tried to get in better shape and build up my stamina. But now I know, and today's fight showed me, that I still have a long way to go. „

Mereo slaps you playfully on the shoulder. „That's the kind of fighting spirit I like to see. „

Awkwardly, you rub your upper arm and look at her affectionately as she wraps her arm around your waist and pulls you closer. Her other hand brushes a strand of hair away from your face before bringing it to your neck. Her lips touch yours in a tender kiss - unusual for Mereoleona's wild ways, which she always seems to copy from real lions.

„Promise me one thing,“ she whispers against your lips, her eyes still closed. „This time, your self-doubt is over. Please. Once and for all. You are so much more, (Y/N). “

You nod silently and lean into her for another kiss. More passionate than the last. Your tongue slides through her mouth, caressing hers softly but full of desire.

„I see, “ Mereoleona grins. „You really can't wait any longer, sweetheart. “

Her fingers, which had been resting on your neck, slowly move down, gently stroking your back as she leaves a trail of small bite marks on your neck and shoulders with her lips before pulling you onto her lap.

Your hands also wander up and down her back, stroking it tenderly with your fingertips before you wrap your arms around her neck.

„It's a good thing we're already naked, “she comments, „otherwise I'd have had to rip your clothes off. “  

„ Also that needy? “

„Are you surprised? I've missed you too, you know...“

Her other hand caressed your butt before sliding between your legs from behind, knowing you like to be teased in that sensitive area. You lift your hips a little to give her better access to your perineum as she pauses for a heartbeat. „Oh? That wet already? “ She asks with a smirk before continuing more slowly but more intensely. She even slides a finger inside your vagina. „I can feel it even under water. And I haven't even started yet“.

A small moan leaves your mouth and you bite your lower lips. Your fingertips clench tighter, roughening the bare skin of her back. Getting her blood pumping too as you leave your marks. You can tell by the sound, similar to a lion's purr, that Mereoleona still likes to be roughly touched. She also enjoys the fact that just a few touches from her can make you so aroused, even though she likes challenges. But she knows too well that, all thought you get turned on this easily, to satisfy you is an whole other story. She loves teasing you. She loves to touch you and push you to your limits. Both on the battlefield and during lovemaking. And you love the sensations she brings to your body.

„Come on, you know I can make you feel even better..., “the lioness promises as you sit between her legs, pulling your chin up.

„Turn around, “she commands you. Despite liking the way she touches you at the moment and the way your nipples rub against her in this position, you do as she asks. But not without letting out a slight groan as Mereoleona pulls you into an intimate embrace.

With your head tilted back, resting on her shoulder to return her greedy kisses, her hands, which first pulled you into a quick, innocent embrace, now turn to your breasts. The touches she gives them are no longer so innocent. She teases your already hardened nipples, letting herself be carried away by lust so that the squeezes become stronger with each touch.

You moan softly and let go of her lips as your left fingers cling lightly to her shoulders. The other goes to her thighs. Lightly, but deep enough to leave your marks. The desire to touch her too swells inside you. So your hand finds its way back to her bottom. But not properly.

„That's not fair,“ you complain groaning, „I want to touch you too.”

„Later... Let me take care of you first.” She plants a few fleeting kisses on your shoulders and lets one of her hands slide slowly down your silhouette into the warm water. The other remains stubbornly on your breasts, teasing and caressing your sensitive nipples.

Her right hand moves to your vulva, massaging your inner lips and clitoris before sliding three of her fingers inside you.

„You're getting so tight down here, (Y/N). Come on - open up for me,“ she whispers into your ear, biting your earlobe gently. You allow yourself to sink into her embrace. Taking in all the sensation she is giving your body. Whine out loudly.

„Good girl.”

It's not just the thrill she gives you with her fingers filling and touching every inch of your insides, making you scream louder with each rapid heartbeat, but also her hot breath so close to your ear, the intimate embrace, her long lost but still loved scent of cinnamon and hot spices, but above all the warm  water makes the feeling strange but excitingly intense. Your hips move forward, moving to the same rhythm as Mereoleona's fingers. You just can't get enough of her. Her movements speed up. Bringing you closer to release.

„Mereo...”, you cry. „Please... Let me finally come...“

Mereoleona stops briefly.

„Damn... You move way too much. I can't wait any longer.“

„Mereo?!“

Before you can react, she has pulled you out of the water and is pressing your back against the warm ground.

„I want to feel you too,“ she explains, spreading your legs again. „Can you hold on a little longer?“

Her face comes closer to yours and she leans her forehead against yours.

„Not really,“ you answer, tangling your fingers in her hair, „You know how much I want to do this to you too. So...“

You take the opportunity when Mereoleona gives you a confused look to push her down and take the dominant role.

„You know I want to make love to you too. So please - let me. “

The tips of your fingers stroke gently over Mereoleona's damp skin, teasing her nipples before you bend down to lick her breast, your lips finding their way to give them a greedy suck. Let her moan softly, like a snarling cat of prey.

Your hands go deeper, slowly parting her legs so your tongue can lick over her private parts, tasting her sweet nectar.

„I see - you are so wet already, “ you say with a soft smile on your lips, leaking provocatively over your upper lip. „Still so sweet - no one would expect you to be so delicious down there. “

You lower your head again and push your wet muscle into her. You slowly bring her to the edge. Enjoying the feel of her body shaking under your touch and the movements of your tongue. Enjoying her loud moans as her fingers tangle in your hair.

„You are too good. But this isn't what I had in mind when I pulled you out of the water...“

She pushes herself up on her forearms and leans over to you. Her fingers grab your chin and pull you up. Without saying a word, she kisses you hard on the lips before taking the control again. She forces you back down onto the hard but warm floor. Then she lifts one of your legs before slowly pressing her vulva against yours. A warm shiver runs down your spine and you bend your head. Give in to the sensation. You open your mouth to let out a loud sigh that Mereo smothers with a passionate kiss.

Her movements become faster and fiercer again, like a starving lioness. Wanting to feel her more, you move your hips too.

Breathing heavily, she lies down beside you. She puts an arm around your shoulders and plants a kiss on the top of your head.

The movements of Mereoleona, who loves you like a wild animal, accelerate. Increasingly excited by the feeling of naked skin against naked skin. Feeling her most intimate place against yours after such a long time...

„You've really challenged me every time we do this, ‘(Y/N),“ she says exhausted but with a smile on her lips.

„You too, Mereo,“ you reply with a tired chuckle.

„Did I tell you that my younger brother is awake again? I'm no longer the official captain of our squad.  So...“ A thoughtful look crosses her face and she looks at you with expectant eyes. „We could train here together more often, if you like.“ „Or just look at the stars,“ you add with a tired groan, snuggling up to her and planting a soft kiss on her lips before gazing up at the star-filled night sky.

[vicsnook]

Fearless | Bob Floyd x Reader

word count: 692

warnings: extreme fluff

song pairing: Fearless - Taylor Swift

notes: Hey guys!! Once again, thank you for your likes and reblogs 🫶🏼 it truly means the world to me. I’ve had this song stuck in my head since I saw Taylor in April so here’s a little short drabble! Please if you don’t mind, I’d appreciate if you could like and reblog. I’m pretty new here so not a lot of people see my stuff. Hope everyone has a great weekend!!!!!

There's somethin' bout the way

The street looks when it's just rained

There's a glow off the pavement

As you dried your hair, the sound of thunder startled you. Bob was picking you up soon to have dinner with the squad as an official couple. Curling your hair was definitely out of the picture since humidity would ruin it so you opted for a messy bun.

While putting on your jeans and Bob’s Nirvana t-shirt you heard him pulling into the driveway. A big grin immediately forming on your face.

You walk me to the car

And you know I wanna ask you to dance right there

In the middle of the parking lot

“Hey sunshine!” he exclaimed, pulling you into a hug as you stepped out the door. He quickly walked over to the car, opening the door for you since it was still sprinkling.

Getting in you thought about asking him to dance with you in the rain in the driveway but that would have to wait for another time since everyone was waiting on y’all at the restaurant.

We're drivin' down the road

I wonder if you know

I'm tryin' so hard not to get caught up now

The restaurant was only a few blocks down the road from your house. You were a little nervous to see the squad since only Nat and Jake knew of your relationship and the last time everyone hung out at the Hard Deck your dancing with Bob left a lot of unanswered questions.

Whatcha thinkin’?” asked Bob, snapping you out of your thoughts. “I’m a little nervous about telling the squad, I mean I know they suspect it but it’s still a little nerve wracking” you replied, looking down at your hands. “It’ll be okay honey” you nod in confirmation as he pulls into the parking lot.

You take my hand and drag me head first

Fearless

Bob grabs your hand as you head towards the table. Rooster spots you first and smiles reassuringly so you assume Nat must’ve told him. “Hey strangers” you mutter, casually taking a seat by Nat. Fanboy is the first to speak up, “So you and Bob? We definitely saw that one coming after last weekend.” “Yep, that’s my girl.” Bob’s ears turning a light pink as you smile at him.

Everyone settles into their own conversations after ordering. Bob’s hand resting on your knee as Nat tells you about her weekend trip to LA with Rooster. Coyote tries stealing your fries but you’re quick to grab his wrist before he succeeds. Chuckling, you put some on his plate.

In this moment now capture it, remember it

Looking at everyone, you wish time could be frozen. All your friends are laughing and smiling with no worries or cares and beside you is a man who adores you. “Can we take a group picture?” Payback asks, seemingly reading your mind as everyone huddles closer together and Jake takes a couple of pictures.

—

As Bob pulls into your driveway it starts to rain. Both of you quickly racing to the door as the rain starts to get harder.

Well you stood there with me in the doorway

You pull me in and I'm a little more brave

It's the first kiss, it's flawless, really something, it's fearless

But as you go to unlock the door you realize your purse is still in the car. Both of you chuckle and Bob cups your face as you both go in for a kiss. Smiling at each other as you pull away. “Maybe this is a little dumb but we are locked out. So um, want to dance in the rain?” he asks. “Absolutely” you reply happily as you grab his hand and pull him towards the driveway.

Both of you swaying as the rain soaks you until you grab Bob’s soaked shirt and pull him closer to you. His arms wrapping around your waist as your lips meet once again. A perfect moment that you wish you could capture too because it couldn’t get better than this surely.

'Cause I don't know how it gets better than this

[justafewsmallsteps]

I wrote a quick summary for this idea a while back, but in my desire for light and happy things, I doodled this and wrote out more to accompany it. Enjoy.

“Mo-chan, please don’t run so far ahead of mommy!” Kagome called out after her rambunctious daughter.

To the young girl’s credit, she did marginally slow down for her mother, but she was still a distance away. At least there were no streets for her to cross anymore.

Kagome huffed behind. She was in pretty good shape having raised her energetic girl, but with a heavy backpack full of snacks and an ever-growing checklist of single-mother supplies, Kagome struggled to keep up with her. Moroha was always on the go, always wanting to dive headfirst into all activities, always ready to explore.

“Mommy, let’s go!” She had already reached the door and was jumping in place. Her walking shoes tapped against the ground in excited impatience.

“I’m coming!”

When Kagome reached the entrance, Moroha was kind enough to open the door wide for her. Despite her tiny frame and frantic energy, she had a big heart. At least she was doing something right as her mother. Kagome thanked her and gave her a pat on the head as the girl rushed inside the dojo, her hair flouncing up and down in its little ponytail.

“Sensei! We’re here!” Moroha boldly announced their presence. She got inside and made fast work of removing her shoes and placing them in the cubby area.

Her teacher set down some equipment before stretching back up to turn towards them. Kagome fought down a blush. So Moroha had a handsome karate instructor. Sue her for having a little bit of a crush.

“Oi, Moroha, you’re all fired up today again, huh?” He looked back at Kagome at the entrance. She gave a little wave. “H-Hey,” he welcomed her.

Moroha ran right up to him and gave him a fast but low bow. “Sensei, I’ve been practicing my splits! Look!” She was on the floor the next moment, practically jumping into the position before raising her hands up high. “Tada!”

“Nice work there, kiddo. Go stretch or you’ll pull something.”

Kagome fought down the urge to clap for her daughter as she usually did when they were home. “Don’t worry too much about her warming up. She’s been moving and practicing non-stop all week.”

“Is that right?”

The door opened again, and a red-headed boy walked in the door.

“I’m here” the kid announced, an air of snark in his voice.

“Oh, hello Shippou-chan,” Kagome greeted the seven-year old as he stepped into the dojo.

Upon hearing her, the boy’s eyes lit up. “Kagome!” His tone did a 180. He went up to hug her with a big smile.

“How are you today? How’s school been?”

He grinned wide. “I’m good. School’s easy.”

She mussed up his hair. “Easy for a smart boy like you, huh?”

He rubbed his nose smugly. Shippou was a difficult child, but she managed to get in his good graces years ago. Sure, he used her first name, but most of the kids from his class did. She’d only been a part-time aide at their school at the time.

“Oi, Shippou. Get to stretching!” their teacher demanded.

Shippou rolled his eyes. For as much as he adored Kagome, he liked to be difficult with others, and for some reason he enjoyed showing attitude to their instructor. “Hey, Inuyasha,” he sneered.

“Sensei,” Moroha and Inuyasha corrected simultaneously, both aghast the disrespect.

“Inuyasha-sensei,” he mocked.

Kagome giggled to herself.

It was Inuyasha’s turn to roll his eyes. “Just get to stretching, brat. You too Moroha.”

“Yes, Nishiyama-sensei,” Moroha made a point to annunciate before running towards Shippou. They may have been two years apart, but they got along well. Maybe because Shippou had no siblings, but always wanted to be a big brother.

“Shippou! I can do a split now, watch me!”

Inuyasha took a second to walk over to Kagome and properly greet her. It’d been five weeks since Moroha had enrolled in lessons, and he’d quickly grown fond of her. They had a weird kinship that came naturally. He and her mother had a different kind of connection.

“Yo, Higurashi-san.” He tried to sound casual. Cool. Mature.

“How are you doing today, Nishiyama-sensei?”

“Good, great. Looks like your girl has been working hard at home.”

Kagome beamed, first at Moroha and then at him. “I think if she could live in the dojo she would. Since she started lessons it’s become her goal to get to the next belt as fast as possible.”

He laughed, trying to push out some of the tension in his shoulders. “I wasn’t patient about it either.”

“I think I could’ve made that bet.” There was a twinkle in her eye; a spark that reminded him of the first day they met.

“She’ll get there before too long if she keeps this up.”

Her expression turned warm; her pretty smile turning something in Inuyasha’s chest.

“Thank you for looking after her. We’re very fond of you,” she said.

Inuyasha raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth to speak, but Kagome suddenly seized up. Her eyes went wide and her hands flew up. “As her teacher!” She quickly added, practically shrieking. “You’re a great teacher. Moroha has already learned so much and we’re always excited to see you. I mean she! Moroha is always excited to see you.” She averted her gaze, sweating and flustered.

Before he had a chance to respond, Kagome was scrambling with her bag and yelling out, “Oh, look at that. I have to get going! So much to do!”

“Wai—“

She peered over his tall frame and called out, “Mo-chan! Mommy is going to the store! I’ll be back to pick you up later! Bye!” The door shut, and in the blink of an eye she was gone.

Inuyasha’s jaw snapped closed as he processed. What had gotten into her? Part of him wanted to run after the woman, but that couldn’t happen with class starting in a few minutes. What would he even say to her? A few more students filtered into the dojo, so he did his best to focus on that. He had a class to teach, so he pushed Kagome as far out of his brain as he could… except that her daughter was front and center during the lesson.

We’re very fond of you.

Yeah, he definitely wasn’t going to be able to concentrate today.

[laurelslegacy]

Naming of the kits

Not dead! have NOT stopped working on Zeb trying to get ready for con next weekend. New Zeb mask, old Zeb armor but modified to fit my cooling vest. ordered proper boots to do the right feet but they've never shown up... TWICE. all that, moving, dealing with personal issues. Been hiding away and relaxing with a story I'll likely never post and never thought I WOULD write but the thoughts on it the challenge was nice. But I am going to share with you the last part just written cause I'm in TEARS. summery: Yep Lasat males can get Pregnant, but only a very rare few and the odds of carrying to term is only 40%. it's a war, it's stressful. With the Death Star destroyed they have to evacuate to Hoth. The entire time Zeb is plagued by fear and anxiety over losing not just one but two Lasat kits. Kallus is the always comforting always reassuring, Have faith- he would say. Hera would add Have hope.

“What are their names?” Sabine spoke up quickly, looking from one father to the other.

Zeb looked dumbfounded for a moment before his eyes rested on Kallus, a sort of ‘help’ look.

Kallus started to chuckle “We haven’t chosen yet, we were following some Lasat traditions.”

“Are you going to go for Lasat names or Human?” Rex asked idly curious.

“Not sure, good question.” Kallus replied.

“I’d like them ta have meaning, my name does, Alexandr does. Both fit us.”

Hera looked to Zeb and tilted her head, perhaps she could get more Lasanese from him “What does your name mean Zeb?”

Put on the spot the lasat’s fur started to rise in a blush “Araseb, a hard consonant in front o’ male names so Garazeb, we the people or of the people. Aureli, meaning gold, oosh fer a last name. Looked it up, Alexandr means protector of the people.”

“Hope.” it pulled the attention off of Zeb and Kallus smiled “One of them should be named hope.” A blush spread across his cheeks as Zeb looked at his husband with adoration nodding in agreement. “Nadia.” Zeb perked his ears and Kallus went on, “it was my mother’s name.”

Zeb looked moved to tears and reached out to let the small Lasat female grab ahold of his claw “Nadia, yeah, l love it.”

“What of him Garazeb?”

“Ah…” Zeb was thinking about it.

“Saul. Start with Saul Garazeb.” The old voice came from Chava as she hobbled in with her staff, Grom right behind her. “Ohhh they’re so precious! SO BIIG” She laughed delighted, Sabine handing over Nadia to the old Lasat woman’s arms, Grom taking her staff so she could hold the new Kit. “Nadia Ashla ashlas ulanakra nashna uraka mo.” (Nadia, the light of Ashla bless your life.)

A sniffle pulled everyone’s eyes to Zeb, he wrung a hand over his face “Saulkal.”

Grom grinned and looked at the faces of the others in the room “Name means roughly Faith in my or the Sire.” And he gestured to Kallus.

Now it was Kallus’s turn to begin turning red and eyes welling with tears, wiped at them aggressively only making his eyes more red. “Suitable.” nodding, clearly a bigger more passionate word on his tongue but allowed this one to slip out.

“There now…” the lady drawled out and handed Nadia to Kallus reaching out for Saulkal. Repeating the same phrase “Saulkal, Ashla ashlas ulanakra nashna uraka mo.” She handed the little boy back to Zeb. “Well Visiting hours and over and they better still have hot Caff in the mess, these old bones are too cold!” She turned, was handed her staff and she and Grom made their way out.

Hera squeezed Zeb’s arm and smiled, tears in her own eyes “We’ll let you Kallus, Nadia and Saulkal rest. They’re lovely as their fathers.”

“Thanks” is all Zeb could get out waiting till they left before leaning as much as he could on Kallus, crying to release all the anxiety, stress, worry and fear and let in the tears of love, joy and being complete fill him instead.

[dantakeyoman]

𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 | 𝐝. 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨

♡ 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♡ * "𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇, 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒚. 𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊'𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐." *

♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

♡ * 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚 - 𝒑𝒐𝒗: 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒅 *

𝐓𝐖𝐎

"If I ever see Johnny again, I'll knock his teeth in," you grumbled, taking a swig of your water bottle.

"If he ever sees Daniel again, he'll knock his teeth in. The guy is a complete psycho," Casey scoffed from her spot on the grass, tying her hair up.

"I don't get what his damage is. He knows what he did and you guys have been over for forever, anyways," Molly added, glaring at him from across the field.

It was the first day of school, and you shared your gym period with Johnny, Molly, and Casey.

The girls were currently on break from their soccer game, and you three decided to sit down and have a chat about last night.

"It's cause of the stupid country club. He acts all sweet around my parents and they love him. They won't listen to me no matter what I say," you sulked.

"Talk about obsessed," Casey added, joining in on the community glare at Johnny.

"Speaking of obsessed...(y/n/n), don't look now but your boy toy's right there~" Mo smirked.

If you turned any faster, you would've gotten whiplash.

Casey burst into laughter, and Mo pinched the bridge of her nose, grumbling something under her breath.

"I'll be right back," you smiled, picking up a soccer ball and heading over.

"She's hopeless," Casey sighed, laying down to soak up the sun.

"Hey, think fast!" you laughed, tossing Daniel the ball.

He caught it, turning to look at you with surprise, "Hi."

"Hi," you smiled back, looking up at him.

Now closer, you were able to get a good look at his eye, which was all sorts of purple and nearly swollen shut.

"God, your eye," you winced, your eyebrows furrowed with concern.

"Oh, don't worry. It looks worse than it feels. Believe me," he assured, fooling around with the ball in his hands.

"I hope so. You got a nice face so I wouldn't want anything to damage the merchandise," you joked, giving him a nudge.

He laughed, a small hint of blush gracing his cheeks

"But seriously, I never got a chance to thank you," you started, tucking your hands in your pockets.

"That was nothin'. I'm just sorry 'bout your radio," he juggled the ball.

"Yeah, I'm more sorry about your eye. I guess you shoulda just given it to him," you sighed.

"Well, why? It wasn't his, right?" He smiled, cocking a brow.

It was infectious.

You smiled as well, "Yeah, it wasn't his."

"See? We think alike already."

"Wanna know what else we do alike?" You smirked, grabbing the ball.

You bounced it off your knees juggling it about four times before he had to catch it.

"Hey, you've been practicing!" He grinned

"Girls soccer back on! All ladies back on the field!" Coach called.

"Dang. I gotta go. But I'll see you later, all right," you sighed, turning around and walking back over to the girls game.

"Yeah, I'll see you later," he smiled, watching you walk off.

"Definitely."

Needless to say, you were cheesing from ear to ear when you got back to Molly and Casey.

"That was adorable," Molly smirked, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

"You two look cute together. It looks like you make each other happy," Casey agreed, getting your other side.

Just as you were about to respond, shouts started coming from the boys side.

The three of you turned around, only to see Daniel get tripped by Bobby, Danny getting back up and socking him in the face, the coach throwing him out of gym.

"This school sucks, man! It sucks!" He spat, turning around and storming off.

Molly winced, the three of you watching him angrily walk away.

"Not cute."

𝒍 𝒂 𝒓 𝒖 𝒔 𝒔 𝒐

Now the next day, you and your friends were in the lunch line, waiting to get your food, until you spotted Daniel from across the way.

You turned to them mid-conversation and gave them the look, the two of them rolling their eyes.

"I don't know why you keep asking permission," Casey shrugged, grabbing an apple.

"We know you wanna. Just go," Molly assured.

You nodded and quickly turned around, speed-walking over and sliding your tray in the empty spot next to him.

"Hey, Danny," you smiled.

"Hey, (y/n/n), how ya doin'?" He smiled back.

"Not too hungry today?"

"Nah, not really,"

"Here, have some pie. I made it myself," he grinned, taking a piece of pie off the buffet table and placing it on your plate.

"Why, thank you," you nodded in a fancy voice.

"So how you likin' the valley so far?"

"Eh, it hasn't been dull," he shrugged.

"Was Newark dull?" You asked, looking down at your tray and placing an orange.

He turned to you, "How'd you know I was from Newark?"

"I asked," you tried to muffle your smile.

"Oh, yeah? You askin' about me now?" He smirked.

"Maybe," you teased. "I wanted to get to know you."

"Then how 'bout you get to know me..." he leaned in, making you flush.

"All right then, you sitting with anybody?" You smiled.

"With you, if that's okay," he smirked again.

"Sounds great to me," you picked up your tray, him doing the same as you two walked to checkout.

"Hey, I'm sorry about the soccer game."

"Eh, thems the breaks," he shrugged.

"Well, yeah, you remember the ass from the beach? The one that broke my radio," you started.

"Oh, yeah, King Karate," he scoffed.

"Yup. He's my ex-boyfriend," you sighed.

"Oh, that's good to know."

All of a sudden, Daniel began to talk to himself.

"What're you doin'?" You asked.

"Oh, nah, it's the little voice in my head. Tellin' me I gotta be some kinda nuts to be talkin' to you," he joked, paying for your lunch as the two of you got to the front of the line.

"Well, it doesn't matter anyway," you shrugged, walking ahead.

"Huh, why?" He asked, stuffing his change in his pocket before picking up his tray to catch up.

"Because it's over."

"How long is over?"

"Weeks."

He paused for a moment.

"Weeks? What's weeks? Two weeks? Three weeks? One week? How many is weeks?"

𝒍 𝒂 𝒓 𝒖 𝒔 𝒔 𝒐

"It's been like this for a month already. Why don't you ask him on a date?" Casey groaned, raking a hand through her hair as you two walked through the hallway together.

"Oh, I could never do that," you scoffed, turning the corner.

"Why not? You've asked out a bunch of other guys before," she cocked a brow.

"Yeah, well, Danny's different. I think I really like him," you smiled.

"Barf."

"What's this likin' stuff we're talkin' about?" Daniel asked, popping up in between you two.

"Yo-." "Nothing! Girl stuff, y'know," you shrugged, shooting Casey a glare as you cut her off.

"This is Casey."

"Hello," he smiled.

"Charmed," she sighed, pulling down her sunglasses.

Turning to Danny, your eyes narrowed at the sight of a new injury on above his eyebrow.

"What happened?" You asked, concerned

"Oh, it's terrible. I got this gigantic runaway zit," he joked, making you chuckle.

"Gross," Casey stuck out her tongue.

"But, really, I got into a lil' bike accident. No big deal," he clarified.

"What kinda bike you got, Daniel? Honda? Suzuki?" Casey teased, giving him a nudge.

"Actually it's a Miyagi-Turbo," he smirked.

"We're goin' to the arcade later. Wanna come?" You asked.

"Sounds good to me," he smiled.

"There this new game I wanna show you that has-." He suddenly stopped in his tracks as you three reached the outside of the school, Johnny and his gang waiting on their bikes right there.

"Hey, I just remembered...I forgot somethin'. I'll catch up with you guys in a minute," he quickly puttered, turning around and walking away.

'He's scared.'

"Danny, you don't have to run away-." "I'm not runnin' away from anything," he answered snappily.

"We've gotta deal with this-." "You deal with it your way, I'll deal with it mine, okay? I'll see ya, I gotta go," he waved you off, walking back the way he came.

"Daniel-." "Get off my case!"

You sighed, turning to Casey with a tired look.

"Real charmer you got there," she said, lowering her glasses.

"You just gotta get to know him," you assured, turning to face Johnny's crew again, who were all laughs and smiles at the sight of Danny running away.

"But I'm getting sick and tired of this."

You stormed over to them, Casey following close behind.

"(y/n/n), I-." "The hell is your damage, Johnny?" You spat, glaring at him.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he scoffed.

"Why can't you just leave Daniel alone? Why do you guys have to beat on him all the time?" You clarified, still very angry.

"'Cause he's touching what's mine!"

"I stopped being yours when you started locking lips with Rachel! Own up to your own damn mistakes and tell your gang of dipsticks to leave Daniel the hell alone, or it's me you're gonna be fighting next!"

The entire hallway let out ooos and ahhhs at the scene, but you didn't care.

You were gonna make Johnny stop if it was the last thing you'd do.

𝒍 𝒂 𝒓 𝒖 𝒔 𝒔 𝒐

[oxpogues4lifexo]

P4L - Draft

Not proofread or edited

3k+ words

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and violence.

JJ's Pov:

My heads foggy, eyesight blurred, not able to make any sane thoughts. I need to find her. I need to find Bells.

I can't keep myself up on my feet, stumbling through the crowds of people, as I look for a small brunette, wearing a miniskirt that rides up her thighs and a top, too tight even for her. She never dresses like that, but Sarah insisted she dress up to go to the boneyard. It's the only party she's been to all year; 'she has to make an effort'.

It made it hard to find her, the drinks in my system toying with my memory, forgetting what her face looks like.

I catch a glimpse of Sarah, followed by a familiar laugh. I follow the sounds, not caring if I bump into the people in my way.

Having to check on her is my priority. I didn't want her to come. But ever since her and Sarah have become friends again apparently my opinions don't matter. To Sarah anyways.

"Bells!" I swing over to her, tugging at her arm as she turns to me, "Hey gorgeous," I grin, poking my finger on her nose causing a small smile to pull at her cheeks.

She giggles, "Your drunk.." She whispers against my lips, her arm wrapping around my waist to hold me upright as she moves the sticky hair off my forehead, not caring about getting my sweat on her skin.

"I don't drink, ma’.." I shake my head at her; my eyebrows jerking at my words.

Another laugh slips from her mouth, "No I don't drink Jayj. C'mon let's get you home," She lifts her head up to look at Sarah. "Could you drive us to TannyHill please? His dad will kill him if he comes home like this, and my dad won't let him round mine."

It's not that Bella's dad doesn't like me, it's that he doesn't like my father. Her dad has a lot of issues: doesn't let Bells talk to anyone, go out anywhere. He even took her out of school because he didn't trust her being there. He's paranoid. So like everyone else, he associates me with my father. It doesn't matter how much Bell' tries to convince him, there'll always be some doubt surrounding me. She's all he's got left, so Bella tells me to just let him be protective, but when it starts getting in the way of our friendship then it just pisses me off.

Sarah's face brightens, bobbing her head towards Bella as her eyes scan around at the crowd.

Despite what I say about Sarah, she cares. And I can't argue with that.

"You okay?" Bella questions as a frown takes Sarah's face.

My legs give out, falling slightly but I managed to catch myself; Bella's arm instinctively reaching to mine, without paying any attention to me, pulling me back into her grip. Her eyes focused on the concern on Sarah's face.

"Looking for Rafe."

I groan and Bella doesn't even try to hide the unamused expression that took her face.

Not too long ago Rafe beat the shit out of me for befriending Sarah and Bella hasn't let it go. She swore to her dad when she was young to never hurt anyone. So it's not like we expect her to do anything about Rafe, but it's kind of adorable that she still holds a grudge against him for me.

I get antsy; bored. My body aching to move, so I pull away, swaying my hips to the distant music playing. I throw my hands up and Bella and Sarah notice me, faces reddening as people begin to stare.

"JJ stop!" Sarah demands but I ignore her, not understanding why she cares what I'm doing.

Bella reaches for me, grabbing onto my cheeks, her face leaning up against mine, "Stop.. please.. you look like an idiot J."

I obey, my body coming to a halt, watching her brown doe eyes follow mine. A smile pinches my lips, teeth creeping out with a laugh, "I embarrassin' you, bumble bee?"

She lets go, huffing as she straightens her back, eyebrows dipping. She slips her hand into mine and glances back at Sarah, "Rafe won't snitch Sar, they'll know he was here too if he says anything, can we please just get JJ to bed." She lifts her hand out to Sarah's, still gripping onto mine so I wouldn't move, and Sarah reaches for it.

'The mum of the Pogues' That's what we call Bells.

She does anything and everything for everyone. Always looking out for us and being there when we need it. We all appreciate it more than she knows but it never stops her from caring. I could probably take a guess and say she'd even care about Rafe if something happened to him. That's just who she is.

It's come from her dad. Despite everything they've been through together, the only way to describe it all is hell, they always wore a smile and made sure no one went through what they did, or sometimes still do.

They have three unspoken promises they stick by (I only know them because I helped make them):

-Number one, to never hurt anybody unless their life is at risk.

-Number two, to always be there for others no matter what.

-And the most important one, number three, don't live in the past.

Bells has me. That's it. Since we were two years old, I've been the only friend she's had. She understands what I've been through and vice versa so I don't leave. I wouldn't anyways, but it gives me more reason not to. We're both more of a family to each other than our own, we would never pick anyone over the other. It's just like our little unspoken rule. And everyone knows it.

We reach the car and Bella sits beside me in the back, holding me close to her chest, hand in hand, as Sarah speeds home.

Bells tugs on my hand that was firmly gripped to her thigh. I blink my eyes open as I lift my head off of her chest to face her, a small groan falling from my lips.

A soft smile takes her face as her manicured fingers make their way into my hair, moving it off my forehead once again, "Sorry to wake you.." She giggles lightly, whispering to keep me from waking back up fully, "We need to get you upstairs." I gaze at her eyes, not hearing a word she's saying, fully mesmerised by the calming tone in her voice. The sound glazing my ears like honey, I fall in love with her everyday..

She's my booty call. My number one. My shoulder to lean on. Always. Anywhere, Anytime.

I love everything about her, everything: Her eyes, her voice, her personality.. her body..

My thoughts get cut short by the sound of a car door; Sarah steps out from behind me to help Bella get me inside. My arms hooked around both their shoulders as I get lugged up the stairs of the TannyHill estate. Guided to Sarah's room, all I could think was that I wanted Bells' lips on my own. Those soft, plump, strawberry-scented lips that I'd ache for quite regularly - on mine.

No! No.. Don't ruin it JJ.. Don't.. Don't even let it cross your mind. Your drunk. Yes drunk, that's it! That's what it is - playing with your mind. Ignore it!

They lay me down, Bells' fingers lingering across my shoes before gently pulling them off and placing them on the floor next to the door; tucking me under a blanket that sat across the foot of Sarah's bed.

Sarah makes her way around the room, turning off the lights and closing the blinds. "If you need anything Jayj give us a shout. Bell', see you downstairs?"

I lay still, my body finally hit it's breaking point, every part of me numb to the touch. The only sound I could make was a short 'Hmm'. Bella's head nods to Sarah with a small smile before the door shuts and she makes her way towards the head of the bed. My eyes follow hers as her body sinks into mine, a warm kiss placed to my temple; her arms take my body closer, "I'll be downstairs if you need anything okay..?"

She lifts her head to sit in front of mine, noses touching as she crouches beside me, fingers playing in my hair, "I told you not to drink so much Jayj, what happened..?"

You..

No words left my mouth, my eyes still fixated on hers, the only thing that seems to keep me sane anymore. She lets out a quiet chuckle before placing another kiss to my forehead, "It's not happening again.."

I watch her lead herself to the door, turn back to blow me a kiss followed by my favourite little grin, before exiting.

My body relaxes, a sigh of relief escapes my lips as I catch my breath. Holding back from attending to the bulge in my boxers as my eyes fall shut..

Just forget tonight happened..

Bella's Pov:

"Is he okay?" Sarah looks over the back of the couch as I make my way over, the TV quietly playing 'Friends' behind her - our favourite childhood show we always seem to pick when together.

I nod my head, jumping over the armrest to place myself beside her, "As far as I know." I let out a small laugh, a smile given to me in response.

Sarah and JJ's friendship has always been a mystery to me. They seem so close yet so different; they always argue yet still get along. The way I see it.. siblings split at birth. Doesn't make sense but neither does a lot of things - like their friendship.

I know the reason is me: friends to both, always fighting for my company, competition for what feels like 24/7. But there's nothing I can do, in-fact they both know i'd choose JJ over anyone so I don't get his jealousy.

All I do know is that when it comes down to it, they do care.

Our attention turns back to the TV for at least another hour before the front door creaks open. The slow squeak of the hinges catches us both off guard and we cling onto one another, our eyes fixed on the doorway into the front hall. Both thinking the same thing.. Intruder.

We let the TV play to not alert anyone that there's people present; the footsteps on the wooden tiles still louder than the obnoxious laughs behind us. My heart begins to race faster, my grip on Sarah's hands only tightening painfully, as small grunts emit from the dark hallway that lie ahead of us.

Sarah slowly reaches to the coffee table to claw around for her phone, not taking her eyes away. I take a glance back at her as I watch her shaky fingers struggle to type out a full sentence; I look at the name above the messages - Dad.

Thank God..

"Hey!!"

Sarah and I freeze, our body's strike a halt as our eyes take one another's - wide as if we were some deer caught in headlights.

"Hey dumbass you deaf? Why'd you leave the party so early, if dad caught you we'd both be dead. You realise that?"

I feel Sarah's breath escape her lips relievingly, as she lets go of me and flashes her phone torch up past my head. I turn back with my eyebrows furrowed, confused to the sudden change in body language. Not recognising the voice but easily able to piece it together.

I catch a glimpse of the face structure: A sweaty mess, sticky bangs, blue eyes glistening from what I could only assume was some sort of substance as it complimented the redness on his lids.

Rafe..

His eyes take mine only for an instant, the way he looked at me was as if he'd never seen me before. Or at least he was going to act like he hadn't.

"Fuck Rafe! Could've given us a heart attack! And dad's out of town 'dumbass'." She mocks, somehow unafraid of how he'd react, the drinks in his system almost peeling away the 'mask' everyone knows him for.

I watch his eyes widen in shock, eyebrows dipping as her words sink in, "Out of town.." He repeats to himself, nodding slightly, the frustration growing obvious along his face, "He's out of town. An- and, no one told me this because?" His voice deepened, as he got louder, condescending even. It causes my skin to crawl at the fear of him lashing out. People getting angry hasn't ever been an easy deal for me.

"They did, Rafe.. many times. Just go clean yourself up your disgusting!"

He scoffs, eyes squinting in response, them taking mine again but this time it went on longer than I hoped. No words left his mouth yet it sat, lips parted.

"Rafe! Go away. We trying to watch something here!" Sarah shoo's him with her hand, waving for him to go upstairs.

I frown as his eyes began to glass over, not moving away from my own; I notice the pure pain behind them that led my own heart to ache for him. Someone who has always had a confident, unbothered look to them as if nothing could hurt them, suddenly starts letting go infront of me - of course I was going to show some concern. "Are you okay..?" I mouth to him, my head nodding towards him comfortingly, but he just blinks my question away before going upstairs, not wanting to make a scene like he would've if I wasn't there.

"God sorry about him. He's a wasted asshole, I'm sure you know that." She chuckles at the sound of her own words, causing me to only sink into the couch more, knowing even she didn't notice what I did.

How could you say that about your own brother? Your own brother who stood there and did nothing but ask a simple question?

Wait why do I care, he almost killed JJ.

Shit..

"Bell?" Sarah leans closer, her face inches from mine to grab my attention. My head jolts as I clock her eyes on my own.

"Sorry." I giggle and a smile pushes her cheeks apart as my voice calms her concern.

"Are you okay? What just happened?" Her eyebrows jerk as her eyes adjust, pulling a leg up infront of her to show she's willing to listen. Just the small action caused a smile on my face, the little moments like this remind me why I'm still with her.

"Oh no no nothing," I give her a smile of reassurance as I place my hand to hers that rested on her calf, "Just remembering what JJ looked like after he was done with him." A small chuckle takes my tongue as I try to cover the pure lie that just left my mouth.

"Oh.." She chuckles along, "Yeah that was the start of a war for sure!" I laugh along to her words, enjoying the small fraction of peace while it lasts.

"I'm just glad my dad stepped in when he did! God if one of them really did fall unconscious I would've finished the job."

"Wow Bells where's this coming from? Got some pent up anger somewhere in there?" She giggles causing myself to join in.

"You could say that. I practically live with JJ, there's definitely something there."

"Mm.. I can't argue with that." She turns herself to rest against my arm; I place it around her shoulder as her legs lift to the armrest. I pull a blanket onto my lap as we fall asleep, the laughs from the TV filling the silence throughout the night.

Me and Sarah became friends through our dads. They were childhood bestfriends. Did everything together. Dad, Ward, Luke, Mike and Bobby were all friends from a young age so growing up they were always at our house - gambling, drinking, watching football. This happened near on everyday despite me not being friends with any of their kids other than JJ but that was a given.

However because Dad and Ward were extremely close it just meant, me, Sarah and Rafe also had to do everything together. From about the age of 6 we'd spend every other day together with JJ coming and going for about 3 or 4 years. Rafe hated it, wanted to go out with his friends especially since he was much older than us. So he pretends it never happened which I understand to an extent.

I have nothing against Rafe, infact I don't mind him, it's just the fact that he almost killed JJ. But even then, JJ almost killed Rafe back. It was a draw; they called a truce. I never understood the big conflict between us Pogues and the Kooks, my mum and dad made it work, but it always led to unnecessary hate between us and the Cameron's which I never quite agreed with. I grew up with them, but now we hate them? It doesn’t make sense to me.

It wasn't until Sarah met Kiara in High School that we started to drift and it began to add up. She completely pushed me away. Dad and Ward didn't let it affect them but Sarah and Rafe stopped visiting. What pissed me off the most was that when she ended things with Kie, she came running back to me. Dad made me go along with it before him and Ward fell out last year - that's when shit began to hit the fan. He cut Sarah and any other person even remotely related to the Cameron's off from me and we hadn't spoken since, until two weeks ago.

JJ's my everything, and my dad knows that. Despite growing a disliking to his dad over the years after learning what he'd been doing, he let me and JJ still see each other because of the whole Sarah thing - not wanting me to be completely alone. I know he really does love JJ because he's been there for me since birth but it doesn't mean he gives him an easy ride. 'You can stay over whenever you want, but don't pull any shit with my daughter'.

JJ was the one to get Dad to let me speak to Sarah again, especially since she started speaking to our group so it would be unfair if I got pushed out because of it.

So yeah, there's a lot of shit to my story and this is just the beginning. But only time will tell how much worse it can get..

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Yes I used the same name in all my fics, it’s easier and yes I have like 5 different story ideas I never get any finished

Thank you for reading hope you enjoyed I’m really happy with this one 🌹❤️ x

[according2thelore]

bolting out of bed in the morning like, "what if mary didn't die right away in the fire. what if azazel possessed her so that she ~mysteriously clung to life~ for a few days only to die in a hospital burn unit, just to wring a little more psychological torture out of john."

john who is a fucking WRECK, having carried his nearly-dead/actually-dead wife out of his burning house at the tender age of twenty-nine. john who's really trying to hold it together, who just wants dean to come in and say goodbye to his mother because even if it's hard, john knows what it's like to not get to say goodbye to a parent. he wants dean to have that with mary, like he never had with his own father. the doctors keep saying she could go at any time now, and he wants dean to have closure later, even if it hurts now.

dean, who keeps insisting that "that's not momma".

john who keeps trying to explain that even though she doesn't look like how dean's used to seeing her, that is his momma.

and azazel who finally leaves mary's charbroiled meatsuit to die, but not before opening not-quite-mary's eyes one last time to give dean a slow, yellow wink.

(really, it's hardly a wonder dean didn't talk for ages after the fire.)

–majordemonblockparty 😈🎉

AGHHHHH!!!! cilla u knock this out of the park EVERY!!!! TIME!!!!!

azazel's kind of curious, about what that little girl with the boyfriend is up to. he knows that he's going to be coming back around to collect the baby--hell, this is his fifth house-call this month alone--but she sticks out in his mind.

after all, she's the one with the dad that azazel popped into, just to twist them around a little. so sue him for wanting to see if the little bitch thought her trade was worth it. she ended up popping out two brats, and azazel went to appraise the livestock himself. azazel stood outside one afternoon watching the older one bounce on his little swing, but even looking at him left a weird taste in azazel's mouth.

the younger one, he's perfect. azazel tries not to pick favorites, but what parent doesn't have them? he stands over the younger one--sam's--crib for a while, just looking at him, and yes. this is right. there's something behind his eyes, or maybe the way the fat under his skin smells. this whelp was made for blood.

the brat tries to stop him, because of course she does. little lamb's been fattening herself for years and now azazel's holding the knife. it's perfect. the boy--the one worth her youngest one's soul--is barely a man, now. he screams. he cries. the pads of his fingers char as he tries to pull mary-little-lamb off the ceiling, and they both know that he'll never be able to feel anything there again. the last thing he'll ever touch and know about it is the melted fat of his wife's forearms.

mary's soul is gone by the time they get to the ground floor. azazel rakes his fingers along her as she goes, and her soul stays stuck as john kicks open the front door, left in the wreckage that she lit aflame herself.

azazel's always been a big fan of poetic irony.

he can't resist grinning at the young boy holding sam in the lawn, holding the baby to his breast like a widow and not like a four-year-old.

john tries to bring baby sammy to the hospital. he brings him into the hospital room like this'll wake mary up, or stop the quiet little wailing that sammy keeps up day and night.

mine, dean screams, mine, and daddy, and please! he kicks john's shin and claws at his waist like some wild thing, and won't quiet down until sam's settled in his arms outside the room, where he can't see mary. adorable little fucker.

john sits at the bed and cries. he whispers nonsense to her, and azazel's ready to vacate the bitch, because this is a new level of maudlin, of whimpering and capitulating and begging that he's not interested in unless he's pulling it out of someone with the business end of a blade.

please, mary. i can't do this without you. i love you. then: please, i'll do anything. i'll quit the garage, we'll move out to the country, we'll leave this all behind.

then: dean's scared to come see you. he can't fall asleep unless he's curled around sammy. he won't eat until sam has. he doesn't look anyone in the eyes. he keeps saying that you're not here, that you're not his mom. what am i going to do, mary? what am i going to do?

john finally manages to bring dean to the bedside. azazel's got the vessel's eyes closed--hasn't opened them since he left the house--so he can only hear dean's quick breathing, his shuffling feet as john pushes him farther into the room.

say goodbye to mommy, john whispers, voice thick and tight and shaking. azazel's been letting mary's vitals slip for the past few days, out of mostly boredom. he's ready to leave this little family melodrama to themselves, especially since dean's been keeping the main event to himself.

he can't help himself when he hears john shuffle over to the window. he peeks his eyes open, sees the state of mary's skin for the first time. it's black. flaking. he looks up at the boy, who's stopped breathing. he smiles, and feels the skin of mary's cheeks crack and ooze. he winks.

and he slips out, devil-may-care, as the boy opens his mouth to scream, as quiet as he came in.

azazel wants to take mary's womb out and give it to john still bloody, tell him 'you did this to her,' but he doesn't. they all know she did this to herself, the short-sighted little cunt.

sold her son for thirty pieces of silver, drenched in john winchester's blood.

all azazel has to do now is bide his time, and wait for collection day.

anyway, i can only imagine the psychological warfare he commits against dean and john that whole time. what an INCREDIBLE thought good lord. immediate!post-fire winchesters always makes me insane!!!!

thank you as always for this lovely, incredible ask!!!!! mwah mwah mwah!!!!

-lizzy :)

[msfbgraves]

((Terry sends gifts and little messages and Daniel sends stiff little thank you notes that Terry finds hilarious. )) OH MY GOD can we see one of these? That’s so funny hahaha!! I can picture Daniel stabbing the paper with his pen as he grudgingly writes Thank You, Mr. Silver. He has to keep redoing it because he keeps poking huge holes through his notes.  It would be funny if Terry kept all his rude little notes in a box and showed them to Daniel years later. “Remember how mean you were to me, sweetheart?” “You deserved it! Hmph!!”

Sorry puella-peanut, this won't be funny, but it has been living in my head rent free so here goes:

"Why would you keep this?"

It's not the fond, nostalgic smile he had imagined, nor a bashful burying of that face against his chest. Instead, Daniel has a hard, alert, look.

He squeezes him regardless. "Made me proud of you, mo cuishle. Showed your fire."

He doesn't move. "How?"

He grins again. "You were so determined to hate me, sweetheart. It was adorable."

"Yeah?" His mouth twists. "Because I didn't want you? Felt sweeter that way?"

He frowns now, pushes away the small ...yes! Of course! "Gave me something to fight for." He grabs his hand. "C'mon baby. It shows me how far we've come."

"...that?!" He pulls himself loose. "Sorry, I really need to get back to Eli's shirts, darling. That boy destroys everything -"

"No." He grabs his shoulder, holds him. "No."

He looks at him. "Terry. I'm not in the mood."

He breathes in. "Two hours in Church today. At Father Lorenzo's, too. Want to tell me something about that?"

"No."

He holds tighter. "I have a right to know."

"What happens between me and God?" At last, a slight spark, the tiniest bit of posture. "Ask Him, maybe He'll reveal it to you."

"Nice try. Now tell me."

"I don't want to."

"Why not? Hmm?"

"Because I don't want to hurt you."

He pulls him close. "That's a very, very clever line, Danny boy," he purrs. "But it's not good enough for me."

"Terry, I'm warning you."

"Is this about your brother getting married to that boy?"

He's quiet, very quiet, before he speaks. "He wants Louie so much," Daniel whispers. "You just took me."

Terry lets go. "This again, huh?"

He sniffs. "You brought it up."

"OK," he says, trying very hard not to be sharp. "Tell me, Daniel - what dreams did I disrupt?"

"Dreams?"

"Some glorious future I ruined."

He walks away. "It wasn't like that."

"Then how was it?"

He stands, hands on his hips. "Why didn't you end it? When you knew I didn't want you?"

He walks a steps closer. "I thought we could build something together, mo cuishle," he says. "Haven't we?"

"But I didn't have a choice!" he says, eyes wet with tears. "When I see how they are, I -"

"You weren't some immigrant nobody, darlin'."

"Anoush is not -"

Terry smiles. "Yes, he is, and no offense meant to your in-law- to- be," he says. "But you, sweetheart, where do you think you would have been, if I hadn't shown up?"

"It's not like you gave me the chance to find out," he says.

Terry leans over. "I didn't invite you in, sweetheart," he whispers, voice very low.

He gasps for breath, clenches his fists. "Don't put this on Pop!"

"Why not? He failed to protect you -"

"He didn't threaten to kill me!"

Terry sighs. "Baby, you've seen enough by now. I only wanted money. He offered m -"

"Because you would have done it," Daniel says. "And Louie wouldn't have made it. People don't think I know that, but I do. And now he gets to have his love nest, and I..."

He grabs him now, tight. "Love isn't always soft, baby. It kills people, drives them mad. Takes everything they ever dreamed of."

He swallows, bites his lip. "You can't just hurt people and expect them not to feel it, Terry."

"And you can't punish me with this every time you get upset, baby."

Suddenly his eyes twinkle. "Why not?" He turns, grabs one of the notes. "Seems you like it."

"...huh?!?"

"You kept these," he grins. "Maybe I'll show Louie! That'll give you something to talk about!" He tries to wriggle loose, grabs more of the notes. "'Louie, my mate likes punishment! Maybe Anoush..."

"I'll spank you during their wedding vows if you try that," Terry hisses. "DANNY SILVER, if you dare -!"

But his mate is laughing, and for that he'd have suffered far, far worse.