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ateezreactionsandscenarios · 1 year

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Behind Closed Doors - Chapter 6

Pairing: CEO! Jung Wooyoung x Reader

Genre: Slice of Life, Smut

CW: Mentions of alcohol, office sex, both Wooyoung and y/n are not drunk just a little buzzed, oral (F and M receiving), brief fingering, slight hair pulling, wall sex.

Word Count: 4725

Summary: A late night session with Wooyoung takes a turn when tensions start to get high.

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Wooyoung’s office was quiet, so quiet that if it wasn’t for the rustling of papers you’d be able to hear a pin drop. You’d both been working on your joint project for the last 6 hours, you started with your usual chatter back and forth but the conversation soon fizzled out to nothing, the two of you sucked into your own little worlds of deep concentration.

You were now at the point you didn’t even know what you were reading, all the words seemed to blur into one and no matter how many times you closed your eyes or shook your head it didn’t help. Wooyoung had noticed this too. For the last 20 minutes every time he glanced in your direction he could see you were still reading over the same page, and probably the same sentence too.

“Come on.” He said quietly, pulling the paper from your hand and setting to the side.

“What?” You looked up at him confused and quite frankly a bit startled as it took your eyes a moment to adjust so you could see him clearly.

“We’ve been at this for a long time, I think we both need a break, especially you, so come on.” He turned on his heels and headed for the door, holding it open as he waited for you to walk out.

Walking out of Wooyoung’s office you notice it seems the whole floor is empty except for the two of you. You take a quick glance at the clock and realise its already 7:30pm.

“It’s that time already?” You ask with a sigh as you stretch your arms above your head.

“I thought it was a bit quiet, everyone must have gone home.” Wooyoung shrugged glancing over at you, his eyes quick to notice how your shirt rode up a little as you stretched, exposing the smallest amount of skin to him. Swallowing hard he continues his walk over to the break room.

Wooyoung is quick to fix up the coffee for the both of you, sliding the hot mug over to you when it was ready. Neither of you decided to sit down, you both thought it was best to stand up for a bit to stretch your legs since you’d been sat down for 6 hours already.

“So how are you feeling now?” Wooyoung asks you taking a sip of his coffee, glancing at you over the rim of the mug.

“Hmm?”

“You know, after yesterday, are you okay now?” Being caught up in all your work you’d forgotten about Amber for a bit but now it’s all come back to you.

“A little bit yes, I guess I needed that time to clear my head so thank you for that, at least now I’m okay with giving her the cold shoulder instead of wanting to rip her head off her shoulders.” Wooyoung tries to stifle a laugh at your comment, almost spitting his coffee back into the mug.

“One thing has been playing on me though.” You say, mirroring his actions in taking a sip while he looks at you curiously.

“What did you mean when you said you should have learnt from last time?”

“Ah, it’s nothing you need to worry about, really, it was all in the past anyway.” He shrugs you off quickly, it wasn’t a conversation he was willing to have with you yet, if ever really. You thought it was odd and it was like he was keeping something from you but you knew better than to pry knowing it was a lost battle before you even started.

The rest of the time in the break room was spent talking about University, Wooyoung seemed to be interested in your course and how you were doing and from the way he was asking you questions and really listening you don’t think he was just making stupid small talk. With the coffees finished Wooyoung takes your empty mug from you and places it in the sink.

“I’ll wash those you go on and head back.” You say moving towards the sink and grabbing the small sponge from the side.

“No, no, I made the coffee so I’ll do them, don’t worry about it.” Wooyoung argued back taking the sponge from you.

“No, it’s the least I can...”

“Y/n.” He cut you off, giving you the warning look you grew to know, the exact look that told you you’d already lost the argument.

“Okay, thank you for the coffee.” You smile, placing your hand on his arm gently as a kind gesture before walking off. Little did you know the small touch drove him insane. What happened between the two of you the last time you worked together was still crystal clear in his mind and he’d hate to admit how often he thought about it. He was so close to finally having what he’s been after since that night at the bar, if only Amber didn’t go and fuck it up he wouldn’t be having sleepless nights finishing the scenario in his head as he lay in bed.

Getting back to the office you felt more awake and more with it now that you had some caffeine in your system. Wooyoung soon steps into the office behind you. While you go back to your seat and pick up another pile of paper your eyes fix themselves on Wooyoung who was now making his way to a cabinet along the back wall. You try to shift your attention back to your work, wanting to get it done as soon as possible so you could go home, but the sound of glasses clinking caught your attention again.

“Drink?” Wooyoung asks, holding up a whiskey decanter.

“Should we be drinking in work?” You tease, raising an eyebrow at him before getting to your feet to join him at his desk.

“Well we’re the only ones here, it’s after hours and, oh wait, I’m the boss.” He quips back with a playful smile, pouring himself a glass and once again holds up the empty one. “So drink?”

“Go on then.” A proud smile crept onto his face as he poured your glass and carefully slid it over to you just like he did with your coffee. He held up his glass to you in a cheers before you both took a sip, your face contorting slightly from the slight burn of the alcohol doing down your throat and Wooyoung starts to chuckle.

“What?”

“Funny this...It’s like we’re back at the club again the day we met, me getting you a drink and all.” You can’t help but chuckle along with him as you remember the night.

“Yeah just this time you’re not hitting on me.” You joke to which he doesn’t give a reply, just a smirk and a raise of an eyebrow.

You never thought you’d be so thankful to have a glass of whiskey, while you sat on the couch getting work done you kept feeling the slight chill that was filling the office, the cold night air causing a chilly draft that made goose bumps erupt all over your body, but the occasional sip of your drink helped you to warm back up a little and there seemed to be a steady flow of it as every time Wooyoung noticed you had a mouth full left he’d top it up for you and then his own while he was at it.

After a while the alcohol started to set in, you weren’t to the point you were drunk but you could feel a slight buzz and you could tell Wooyoung was the same. The atmosphere was a lot more relaxed and it didn’t feel like you were in work anymore especially now with how comfortable the both of you were getting on the couch. Both your shoes were kicked off and put to the side of the couch, you’d pulled your hair out from it’s tight ponytail and raked your fingers through it to make it look a little less wild, which didn’t go amiss by Wooyoung who’d watched you intently from the corner of his eye. He didn’t know if you were intentionally teasing him or not, you seemed oblivious but the way you fluffed up your hair a bit more than usual and the way you pulled all your hair to one side showcasing your neck to him he couldn’t help but get a little hot under the collar, so he got back at you.

Your attention shifts to Wooyoung who stood from his spot next to you and you watched as he shrugged off his jacket and rolled his sleeves up to the elbow, the veins in his arms were so prominent making you swallow hard as your eyes raked over every inch of them. Wooyoung did well in hiding his smirk, he noticed the way you were looking at him and he felt like he had you right int he palm of his hand, so he went further, hooking one finger into his tie to slowly loosen it before pulling it from his neck completely and tossing it onto his desk along with his jacket.

The warmth that hit you was now more than what the alcohol had provided you and the majority of the warmth seemed to be pooling at your core all while the memories of the day Amber caught you came flooding back. As Wooyoung sat next to you again you realised he’d undone the first two buttons of his shirt, giving you the smallest glimpse of his chest, you knew what he was playing at and like hell were you giving him what he wanted without having a little fun yourself. You stretch in your seat, holding your hands above your head and arching your back while one leg straightens out in front of you and you succeed in catching his attention, his eyes trying not to look at how your shirt had rode up and desperately trying not to look at your stocking clad legs. The look you gave him was innocent but he could see the underlining of it, and it was far from innocent. Sitting back up straight you lifted one leg to cross over the other, intentionally ignoring how your skirt rode up with the movement, revealing to Wooyoung the lace top to your stockings. That was his breaking point.

Throwing his papers onto the coffee table Wooyoung turns to face you fully, watching how your wide eyes look at him a little confused by his sudden actions.

“Are you trying to drive me insane?” He asks in a low whisper, his face inching closer to yours. You could feel a small blush rush to your cheeks but you did well to conceal it, playing along with him.

“I don’t know what you mean.” You answer with a coy smile and an innocent tone, turning to face him, bringing your legs up onto the couch with you as you watch how his eyes fixate on how your skirt rides up even more.

“You’re doing it again.”

“What?” You ask leaning forward, your hands brushing down your calves to settle at your ankles and your chest pushed into your knees.

“Driving me insane.”

There's a shining in his eyes as they struggle to steer away from the perfect view that you're giving him. His lip gets caught between his teeth and a low growl leaves his lips.

"What's the matter? What's distracting you from your work?" You continue to play on the innocence, fluttering your eyelashes at him, accentuating the doe eyes.

Without answering you, a hand cups your face, thumb on your bottom lip as he drags it down, watching it bounce back into place. This makes you stiffen up, but what else did you expect? You're the one teasing him in the first place but nothing could prepare you for what he's going to do next.

His lips replace where his thumb was, leading on a passion filled kiss which you melt into in an instant, hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt whilst his hands are busy grabbing at your sides until they reach your ass. He gives it firm grab before pulling you a bit closer to him to the point you were almost laying flat.

Laying you down onto your back on the couch, he hovers over you with the widest smirk on his lips. That smirk that's probably the pin point of all of your troubles. When you met him at the bar, you'd never thought you'd be under him like this, his lips gently pressing against your neck, planting soft kisses, occasional bites and kitten licks to soothe it, your quiet whines egging him on even more.

Slowly, he moves down your torso, hands under your shirt on your warm skin. His hands cold, enough to make the hairs on your arms stand up as your breath hitches. The more he kisses down your torso, the more your heart is racing out of your chest.

"Wooyoung-" Your breath hitches, the sensation of his lips making contact to the bare skin of your stomach sending butterflies flying mad inside.

"What's the matter, doll?" A fake coo comes from him, looking up with a fake apologetic look.

Making eye contact with him, you lose all morals, you need him and need him here and now. A free hand makes it's way onto the back of his head, fingers tangling in his beautiful locks as you're rendered speechless.

"Can I continue?" He smirks, scoffing lightly when you nod in desperation and his fingers trail down the skin of your stomach to the waist band of your skirt, down the seams and to the hem, pulling it up to expose your black lace panties.

Grunting in lustful admiration at the sight, he kisses the flesh on the inside of your thigh on both sides, alternating after each peck he places. Eventually, his hot breath could be felt through your underwear, making you squirm at the feeling.

Licking up the front of your covered core, you whimper at the slightly contact, his tongue pressing hard against it until it flicks up and off, just to see your reaction. That's when he can barely hold back himself.

"Let's get rid of these, shall we?" He asks, but more as a direction of what he's going to do, slowly pulling down the fabric down your legs, letting you kick them off to the floor.

His eyes didn’t leave your core for a second, a low groan leaving him as he sees the slight sheen from your arousal. His hands massage along the side of your thighs as he lowers himself back down, his warm breath ghosting across your core sending a chill up your spine. He wants to tease you, have you begging for him but the sight of you sprawled out on the couch like this, all for him, has driven him past the point of insanity.

The insanity gets the better of him, looking up at your pleading eyes once more and finally makes the move. His tongue slips up your core again, earning a much more vocal whimper from you, flicking at your clit, Wooyoung repeating it, just to get a taste at first but nothing can hold him back now.

With your fingers going back to being tangled in his hair, you start to tighten your grip with every move his tongue makes, losing all bodily function when his lips purse around your clit and sucks on it lightly, making your back arch.

"Fuck-" You cry out with a high pitched moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head, even more so when he introduces a finger, toying at your entrance, covering it in your slick before inserting it. He curls it upwards just where you needed to be, thumb replacing his lips and rubs your clit to catch a breath, taking a moment to capture the picture of your perfect face as you moan over his fingers. He seizes this opportunity to capture your lips with his once again, letting his tongue slip into your mouth letting you taste yourself eliciting a muffled moan from you again.

“So sweet.” He breathes out looking over your already fucked out face before going back to eating you out like he was a starved man. Replacing his thumb with his mouth, Wooyoung alternates between harsh sucks to small kitten licks on your clit making your walls clench slightly around his finger. Your breathless moans soon turned into a gasp when you felt him slide another finger inside you, scissoring you open and hitting all the right spots, sending shocks of electricity through your nerves. You could feel him smirk against you as your hips started to move on their own and your moans got increasingly louder the closer to the edge you got.

“Fuck...Wooyoung...I...” It took everything in you to try and string together even a basic sentence, your mind rendered to mush and the only thing going on up there was the pure pleasure Wooyoung was giving you with just his hands and mouth.

“Go on doll, cum for me, show me how good I’m making you feel.” He punctuated his sentence with a harsh thrust of his fingers straight to your sweet spot followed by a small nip to your clit. If there was any breath left in your lungs you’d have screamed from how good it all felt and the knot in your stomach was ready to snap at any moment. It didn’t take much longer for you to break, his name spilling from your mouth slowly turning into a moan as you came on his fingers and tongue. Wooyoung lapped up every last drop of you, helping you ride out your orgasm, his fingers slowing down before coming to a full stop and pulling out from you.

“Taste.” He said with a smirk, slipping his fingers into your mouth so you can taste yourself again. The sight of you sucking on his fingers and the feeling of your tongue wrapping around them made his cock twitch in his now unbelievably tight trousers. You moaned around his fingers as you sucked them clean, the need for more quickly taking over you.

After your senses fully came back around you managed to lift yourself to sit up, pushing Wooyoung against the back of the couch before straddling his lap. Your lips find purchase on his neck, the way he drops his head back gave you more access and the temptation to cover his neck with marks was crushing you. You lightly nip at the sensitive skin, feeling how he tenses underneath you. You pull away for a second sensing you might have crossed a line.

“I didn’t tell you to stop. Mark me all you want.” Wooyoung whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as you attached your lips to his neck again, biting and sucking it leaving behind a pretty purple blotch. With a slight roll of your hips you could feel how worked up he’d gotten and you only felt it fair to return the favour.

“Where are you going?” He asked wide eyed watching as you got to your feet. You didn’t answer his question, only giving him a knowing smirk before dropping to your knees between his legs. Your hands slowly teasing their way up his thighs until they reach the top of his trousers. Looking up your met with the sight of his chest rising and falling as he pants, his eyes burning into your own as you maintain eye contact with him while popping open the button of his trousers.

Your pace was too slow for his liking, desperation was starting to set in and he needed to be touched, he didn’t care how all he knew was he needed you on him now. Lifting his hips he helped you lower his trousers and boxers, his cock springing free already leaking precum making your mouth water just from the sight. You could feel him twitch from the sensitivity despite your fingertips merely ghosting along his shaft, you couldn’t help but wonder how he’d react when you wrap your lips around him if he’s already so responsive.

Taking his cock in your hand properly you give him a few pumps before leaning down, sticking your tongue out to lap at the beads of precum. Wooyoung’s breath became shaky, his brows furrowed and his hand gripped the back of the couch tightly needing something to ground himself. His reactions spurred you on, you were getting to him in all the ways you wanted to.

You lick a long stripe along the prominent vein and feel how his whole body shudders. You don’t take your eyes of him when you slowly start to take him in your mouth, a smirk growing as best it could on your face when you watch how his head fell back against the couch and a breathy groan flowed from his lips. You work him slowly, bobbing your head sinking a little further each time and your tongue swirling along his tip every time you came back up.

“Ah shit.” Wooyoung hisses through his teeth and managing to lift his head back up to be able to look at how you’re taking him. The sight alone was enough to almost send him over the edge, your dishevelled hair hanging in your face ruined his view though. Reaching his hand out Wooyoung swept your hair to one side before gripping it in his hand holding it out of your face to reveal just what he wanted to see, your doe eyes looking up at him as you take him all in, drool slightly running down your chin while you bob your head faster. Sloppy...just how he liked it.

“Fuck...Wait.” His fingers wrap tightly around your hair before pulling you off him, the slight sting in your scalp making you whimper.

“I’m not done with you yet.” Wooyoung pants out getting to his feet and bringing you with him by your hair. He’s quick to fully remove the clothing on his lower half while your fingers fumble at the buttons on his shirt and he quickly makes work of tugging your skirt and panties down to join his clothes in a pile on the floor. He pulls you in close to him by your hips before leaning down a little, gripping the back of your thighs sweeping your legs up to wrap around his waist.

You let out a small “oomph” when your back makes contact with a wall. Your lips find their place at Wooyoung’s neck again and your hands weave their way through his black hair, tugging at the strands making him groan. You were so lost in making your mark on him that you didn’t notice the small movements he made as he lined himself up with your core until he finally thrust into you.

“Fuck!” You moan, the sudden feeling of being filled taking your breath away. Wooyoung’s hands held the back of your thighs in a vice grip sure to leave finger marks behind, perfect for you to look at and remember this moment. His thrusts were fast and somehow he found your sweet spot with ease, like he already knew your body like the back of his hand. The searing pleasure you were feeling was so good it made your toes curl and your nails dig into the flesh of his shoulders.

“Feels so good...You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.” Wooyoung groans in your ear, nibbling at the lobe. Your mind is too hazed to form a response, all that came out of your mouth were lough shaky moans. You could feel the knot building in your stomach again and with this position and his pace you knew you weren’t going to last much longer. Wooyoung can’t help but smirk against your neck as he feels you tighten around him, freeing one of his hands to rub small circles on your clit.

“Are you close for me? Are you going to cum for me again?” He whispers in a teasing tone. You can only nod as your grip on his hair tightens pulling him away from your neck to mould your lips together again, his kiss swallowing every moan you give him. The combination of Wooyoung’s fingers on your clit and hit cock hitting your sweet spot had you crumbling in moments, your whole body tensing and pulling him closer to you as he rode out your orgasm. Your walls clenching around his already sensitive cock had him hurtling closer to his own orgasm.

“Since you got here...fuck...all I’ve wanted to do is bend you over my desk.”

“Do it then.” You finally manage to say, earning you a smirk from Wooyoung. Your back leaves the wall and you’re being carried over to his desk and you whine when he slips himself out from you to set you on the floor.

“Don’t be like that doll, now bend over the desk for me.” You do as you’re told in an instant, wiggling your ass a little as you wait for him. You’re pleased to hear low sigh he gives out as his hands smooth over the plush skin of your ass, his fingers digging in as he gips it. You lurch forward on the desk as he starts to thrust into you again, his speed piking up more than earlier as he tried to chase his own high. It doesn’t take him long, the sight of your ass bouncing with every thrust and your moans filling the room has him teetering on the edge.

“Ah fuck!” He growls, pulling out from you to spill his cum onto your ass. His low moans are music to your ears making you clench around nothing as you fee his hot ropes of cum coat your skin. Getting his breath back, Wooyoung takes a moment to admire the sight of you bent over his desk covered in his cum.

“I could get used to this.” He thinks to himself before walking over to grab his boxers, sliding them back on.

“Stay there for a second.” He tells you, running a hand along your back before going over to a draw in his desk, pulling out a handful of tissues to help clean you up. once you were cleaned up Wooyoung gathers your clothes and hands them over to you, letting you get yourself dressed as he fixes himself back up.

“So, do you do this to all new female staff or am I just lucky?” You joke with a small giggle.

“Do you fuck all your bosses or am I just lucky?” He quips back casually avoiding your question making you laugh again as you gathered how this must look to him.

“Well I guess now Amber really does have a bit of truth to her bullshit.” Wooyoung laughs at you with a slight roll of his eyes at your comment but he can’t deny the fact that you’re right.

“Well I guess it’s safe to say we’re not going to get anymore work done tonight after that.” He states as you both look over to the scattered pile of abandoned papers.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“I’ll call us a cab, I would drive you home but we’ve both had a drink.” You nod at his offer and thank him.

After a while the cab turns up and you look over to Wooyoung confused as to where there was only one.

“Come on, lets get you home first.”

“But you live in the opposite direction to me, you don't need to come with me I’ll grab my own cab it’s okay.” You argue slightly waving your hands at him.

“I only called one for a reason, I’ll make sure you get home safe and then I’ll be on my way so get in.” You nod thanking him again and slide into the back seat first. You try to hide the small smile that’s taking over your face. First you get fucked by your hot boss in his office and now he’s being a gentleman and taking you home, it filled your gut with butterflies but you knew you were thinking too much into it.

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Wonderful World - Part 12**

Friends, it's finally here! I think you're all gonna love this part!!!! It’s unedited though!!!

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Warnings: Fingering, oral, mutual masturbation

WC: 10.9k

When Diana woke up the next morning she was smiling bright. She felt like she could conquer everything and anything. She felt renewed in a way, like a weight had been lifted off of her chest. She knew she’d be seeing Harry later that night, which was really exciting given the progress they’d made the night before.

“Mom?” She heard and turned over in her bed to see Celeste peeking into her room.

“Morning, mamita. How’d you sleep?” She asked.

“Fine. I ummm…I had a weird dream.” She said and Diana frowned as she scooted over and patted the empty spot in her bed and Celeste went over and slipped inside.

“Want to talk about it?” She asked and Celeste sighed.

“Ummm…I guess…” she said, “It was that I was in session with Dr. Styles and I was upset at him for not showing up to the meeting.” She said and Diana nodded, “And I was talking to him and he was trying to apologize and I…got angry and I accidentally…” she sighed and shook her head before burying her face in her pillow, “I called him dad.” She mumbled very lowly into the pillow with slight embarrassment.

“Sweetheart, what?” Diana asked and Celeste groaned as she unburied her face and glanced over at her mom with a concerned expression.

“I called Dr. Styles dad!” She said more clearly and with some distress in her voice. She was frowning as Diana’s eyes widened. That was not at all what she had been expecting to hear. It kind of caught her by surprise.

“Oh!” She said softly, still in shock and Celeste sighed and covered her face with a pillow again as she groaned in shame.

“Is that weird?” She asked into the pillow over her face.

“Mamita, look at me, please.” Diana insisted gently. Celeste reluctantly removed the pillow from her face. She looked so concerned, her eyes were even welling up a bit as she looked at her mom, “It’s not weird, OK?” Diana said and Celeste looked at her incredulously for a moment, “I know it feels weird, but I promise you, it’s not weird. That’s quite normal, actually. It’s called transference. So think of it as transferring the feelings you have towards someone else you know onto your therapist.” She explained, “So it kind of starts to make you view your therapist as the person they remind you of.”

“But I don’t know my dad…” Celeste said with confusion and Diana nodded.

“Well, that’s true, but maybe deep inside a part of you feels…abandoned by him? Like hehasn’t shown up for you.” Diana reasoned, “And maybe when Dr. Styles didn’t show up the other day it made you feel like he had abandoned you too when you needed him most.” She suggested and Celeste frowned as the realization struck her. It was true, in a way she felt incomplete. Not that her mom wasn’t enough to care for her and love her, but it was just different in a way she couldn’t really explain. “And well, Dr. Styles has really been there for you the last few months. He’s helped you through some difficult things, supported you, cared for you, taught you things about yourself and new skills…so in a way he’s been doing part of the job a dad does too and that can…make a big impact. Especially since you don’t have a dad to…to look up to.” Diana reasoned and Celeste nodded.

“I do miss him sometimes. Dad.” She said and Diana nodded.

“Yeah, you can miss someone without knowing them. Like you know of him and that memory of him can definitely justify you missing him. Or even just with Dr. Styles, maybe you might imagine that your dad would be something like that?” Diana shrugged.

“I do imagine he’d be something like that.” Celeste admitted, “Was he?” She asked and Diana smiled.

“Yeah actually.” She nodded, “He was patient, kind, smart, understanding…very caring and supportive. He was really good at making other people feel happy.” Diana shared, wearing a fond smile as she thought of the similarities between the two.

“You’re not sad about him being gone anymore?” She asked next and Diana looked at her perplexed a bit.

“What makes you ask that?”

“Well usually you get sad a little when we talk about him. You usually cry…” she reminded and Diana hummed. Maybe in making room for Harry in her heart it pushed out a lot of the pain she had been feeling over Wes. Talking about him with Celeste in this moment obviously brought back memories and feelings of nostalgia, but it didn’t hurt, at least not like it used to. It felt very different than before.

“That’s right…” she acknowledged, “You know, I think maybe talking about him with you more has helped me not feel so sad about it. It happened so long ago…but I still remember him fondly, just with less pain which is…well, that’s how it’s supposed to go.” She said and Celeste smiled.

“Well I’m glad it doesn’t make you as sad as before.”

“Me too, mamita.” Diana smiled, “Are you excited for the dance today?”

“Yeah! We made a plan with everyone yesterday. Even Geri and Megan made up, so that’s good.” Celeste shared and Diana smiled.

“Good. I’m happy to hear that.” Diana assured, “And…have you given any more thought to therapy on Monday?”

“Well, the dream kind of forced me to think about it. And now I just feel a little weird about it.” She said honestly, “So for now I think I’ll just…pass.” She said again and Diana nodded.

“OK.” She smiled.

“Do you think it’ll make Dr. Styles upset?” She asked worriedly.

“No, I don’t think so.” She shook her head, “I’m sure he’ll be bummed he doesn’t get to apologize to you as soon as he wants to, but I’m sure he’ll understand if you need a little time to not be upset at him, if you still are.”

“OK.” Celeste smiled softly and Diana returned her gesture.

“Also, your uncle’s gonna take you and pick you up today so that you have a little more time with him before he goes tonight.” Diana informed and she nodded.

“Good. Can we get Starbucks?” She asked and Diana chuckled.

“Fine. But a tall, OK? I don’t want you all wired at school, then you’ll get all jittery.” She reminded and Celeste smiled.

“OK.” She agreed with a smile.

The rest of the day just seemed to fly by. It was about 5 o’clock when Damian got home with Celeste and Diana was just hopping out of the shower, preparing herself for their night on the town. Once she finished up she helped Celeste with her makeup for the dance and at 6:30 Geri’s mom had arrived to pick Celeste up.

“You have your overnight bag right?”

“Yes, mom…” Celeste huffed.

“OK, and send a cute picture when you get there!” Diana called after her as she rushed out to Geri’s mom’s car.

“I will!” She shouted back. Diana went out and waved at Geri’s mom with a big smile before they took off.

“And now it’s our turn.” Damian smiled as he also waved them off.

“Wait, no goodbye from Celeste?” Diana questioned.

“We said goodbye right before we came into the house. She hates goodbyes… didn’t want to cry with her makeup on or something.” He said and she chuckled and shook her head.

“And just like that…freshman year, gone.” She said.

“Well if it makes you feel better she still has exams and her concert next week…”

“It doesn’t…she’s growing so fast.” She said and he smiled.

“Oh, I got her those fucking boots she’s been harassing you for, for her birthday.” He informed and Diana shook her head, “And I also added a little something to her college fund account.” He said and Diana glanced to him.

“Thank you. You don’t have to keep doing that.”

“Now’s the time more than ever! College will be here before you know it!”

“Well, that’s true…” Diana concurred, “She’s gonna be 15 on Monday…”

“That’s so crazy…” Damian sighed and Diana nodded, “Is she still made at Harry.”

“Definitely.” Diana chuckled.

“Speaking of…how’d it go last night?”

“Good…we had a huge fight…” she said and Damian chuckled, “It was productive. He’s been really understanding and patient, but I guess he just didn’t really get my angle since I’ve been flip flopping a lot with where we stand.”

“And?”

“We’re gonna go on a date soon.” She smiled and Damian smirked.

“Good for you, sis.”

“Thanks.” She smiled, “We’ll see how it goes tonight…”

“Great I’m sure…gonna have the house to yourself…” he teased.

“Nope, we don’t talk about those things! Go finish packing!” She said and he rolled his eyes.

“Not for that! Just so that you guys can talk and stuff but like with privacy…”

“Talk and stuff? Go away…” Diana said and Damian chuckled as he headed upstairs to finish packing.

After another few minutes Damian was coming down with his bag and they were settling into the car and taking off to meet everyone else at a bar they had agreed upon. It was a little on the classier side, so when they arrived it was nice to look around at how everyone was dressed and expressing themselves. Then finally they saw Grace hop up from a booth near the back and wave them over excitedly.

As soon as they made their way over Harry glanced to Diana and smiled as he took her in as she approached. She was in a simple black dress. She looked radiant and as beautiful as she always did. Harry wanted to just whisk her up in his arms and hold her until she begged him to let go. They all stood to greet them and as soon as Harry got to hug Diana he felt like his evening had been made. Again, that unreal scent of cherries and warmth just wafted around her and made his thoughts fire off in a frenzy.

“Mmmm, hi.” She hummed in his hold and he smiled.

“Hi. Long time no see.” He teased quietly as they held on for just a few more seconds. When he heard her giggle it was his cue to pull back. He wanted to see her smile and. How the little freckle on the side of her nose scrunched up when she laughed or smiled wide enough.

“Yeah, I’ll say.” She agreed and he smiled at her, “Y’look really nice.” She complimented and he chuckled bashfully.

“Oh no, not compared to you. I mean, look at you!” he complimented, taking a step back and taking her in just a bit more. He knew that wearing heels couldn’t be all that comfortable, but when she wore them she was tall enough to be the perfect height so that they could kiss easily and for that reason he was obsessed with the heels.

“Ahem…” they heard suddenly and glanced to the table where Henry, Grace and Damian were just waiting (with knowing smirks) for them to stop flirting and get seated.

“Right! After you.” Harry insisted and she thanked him as she slipped into the booth.

“Well, I for one am getting a Long Island.” Grace announced and everyone groaned softly and she pouted, “What?” She asked.

“Just, keep it together, yeah?” Damian said and everyone else sniggered along.

“Or just stick to a mai-tai.” Diana hummed and she sighed…

“I ate before I came. Didn’t I, babe?” She said to Henry and he made a questionable sound which made everyone burst into laughter. “Babe!” She huffed with wide eyes and he shrugged.

“I don’t think half an avocado constitutes as a meal, babe.” Henry said and she rolled her eyes.

“Well I didn’t want to eat a lot because I figured we’d go eat something…” she defended and they all chuckled. After about ten minutes of waiting the waitress came by and took their orders. Diana was just waiting for Celeste to send over her picture, she insisted on not taking photos in their front yard she wanted them by this mural the senior art class had painted painted at the school. So when her phone buzzed she was quick to take it out and smiled when she saw the picture Celeste had sent her.

“Awwww, look at her, guys.” Diana hummed as she slid her phone over to Harry who smiled as he glanced down at the picture of Celeste in her little dance dress.

“Oh, she looks lovely.” Harry said softly with an equally proud smile as he then passed it over to Damian and then he to Grace and Henry as they all took a moment to see the picture she’d sent. When Diana got her phone back she typed out a quick response before sending it off and putting her phone back.

“Sorry, I’ve been waiting for her to send the picture.” She giggled, but everyone understood.

Soon the conversation took a turn to Damian and what he had coming up next. He was going back to Spain for another few months before returning to Mexico to help his father with some contract deals he needed to establish. All the while they listened, Harry and Diana’s legs were brushed against each other under the table. They made subtle movements to just let the other know that it was completely intentional. They were still a bit wary about doing too much to soon in front of everyone. But soon enough the first round of drinks came and they had those, then another round, and soon Harry’s arm was draped behind Diana as he leaned in to hear the conversation on the other side of the booth better. He smelled divine and he was so warm that she just wanted to cuddle up close to him and stay there all night. It happened subconsciously when her hand came up to his knee that was right behind her and before she could even think about it his other hand was coming down over her own. She swore that everyone in the building could hear her heart pounding away in her chest as his fingers slotted in between hers. She was covered in goosebumps as she raised her hand a bit so that he could fully clasp their hands together and it just felt so right. Like everything with him did.

It was fully receiving to Harry to see her visibly relax as their hands joined together discreetly under the table. The conversation carried on like normal and it just felt like for once, everything that they wanted with each other was entirely possible. There were no limitations to what they could be and that felt so good.

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The spring dance had been going well. Celeste’s group had been able to introduce Megan to a few more of their own friends and they were going about doing all of the activities they had put together for them there. Obviously, the time they were not busy doing something was time they were spending gawking at the upperclassmen girls and their gorgeous all out dresses. The seniors had, had their prom, this was just a consolation dance for everyone else, but it was still nice to see that the Junior class just really wanted to make this special for themselves.

“Guys, I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” Celeste informed her friends. They all nodded and she soon made her way out of the gym and to the bathrooms. She was soon freshening up a bit, ensuring that her makeup wasn’t out of place or anything before she wandered back out to the hall.

“Celeste?” She heard her name and whipped around quickly to see a boy she recognized slightly pushing off from one of the lockers across the hall.

“Yeah, that’s me.” She said nervously and he smiled.

“Yeah, I know.” He chuckled and she smiled down at her shoes bashfully. Duh, he called your name, dummy, she thought to herself. “I’m in jazz combo too. I drum though, second seat, so I’m not really in your line of sight.” He explained and she nodded.

“Yeah, I remember you.” She smiled, “Ben, right?” She asked and he nodded.

“Yeah.” He smiled, “Ummm, I just wanted to tell you that you look really pretty and that ummm…well, I know we haven’t talked to much or even have any classes but that together, but ummm…w-would you want to maybe h-hang out sometime soon after school’s out?” He asked and she blinked her eyes slowly at him a few times, kind of in shock.

“But you’re a junior.” She said and he smiled.

“Well, I’m actually a sophomore, but my bother’s a junior and so we have a lot of the same friends.” He clarified and she shook her head.

“Right…ummm…why are you you talking to me?” She asked and he chuckled nervously.

“Well I just think you seem cool I guess…and like…I just think you’re pretty and…you know what never mind…” he chuckled bashfully and started to turn away.

“Wait!” She said and he stopped and turned back, “Sorry, I didn’t mean it in a bad way. It’s just that it’s been not a great year for me and I guess it’s just weird for someone to talk to me like…this I guess?” She clarified, “I just wasn’t expecting it. But ummm…yeah, I’d love to hang out sometime.” She said and he smiled now.

“Cool.” He said and dug around his pockets for his phone, “Here, let me get your number.” He said handing it over and she typed it un quickly before giving it back, “Cool, thanks.” He said with a smile and she nodded, “And like… I mean, it does’t have to be a date or anything if you don’t want!” He clarified quickly, “Like we can hang out with our friends or something like that.” He said right a way and she smiled nervously.

“OK.” She hummed and he smiled at her before he smiled at the ground.

“Yeah, that was all…ummm, sorry you make me nervous. Which is why I haven’t talked to you all year!” He said and she giggled, “But I think it’s about time I just got over my nerves.” He said and she smiled at him.

“Yeah, glad you did.” She responded and his smile widened, “I should probably go back to my friends, but ummm, text me, I guess.”

“Yeah. I will.” He assured and she nodded before sparing him one last smiley glance before she rushed back into the gym.

She felt like she was tingling and buzzing from the excitement. Of course she had noticed him in the group before, but he was so cute and seemed so unattainable. She tended to just not bother with people she thought were out of her league but now he had talked to her and asked for her number, because he wanted to hang out with her? It seemed unreal.

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The group was now at bar number three, well actually, it was a sushi bar. Everyone was sufficiently tipsy and reading over the menus as they tried to decide on their meals. Diana was right up against Harry. His jacket was draped over her shoulders to warm her a bit while they spoke softly about what they were craving. All night they had been a bit more touchy-feely to no one’s surprise. It was just cute how they seemed to feel a need to be discreet for absolutely no reason around other people. They all knew that they were into each other and even if they’d never said anything, the stolen glances, little grins, and slightly subtle flirtations we enough to clue anyone in.

They ended up at a karaoke bar after dinner and were each taking their turns up front, having the time of their lives. Grace was up there singing Barbiegirl while the rest of the group sang along with her from the table. Harry’s arm was draped over Diana’s torso and she was pressed right up against his side.

“We should sing a song.” Harry said and she smile and nodded.

“Yeah, let’s do it!” Diana agreed and he smiled as he nuzzled up to her. With a few drinks in her she was far more relaxed; cuddly even and Harry was loving it. He also loved her enthusiasm for wanting to do something like this with him. Rebecca was not one for performing for anyone unless she was in court, “What should we sing?” She asked as she unwrapped his arm from her waist so that she could turn to him. But he smiled wide as she intertwined their fingers, “What?” She asked at his evident distraction.

“You’re holding my hand.” He said and she glanced down and smiled as she noticed that she was in fact holding his hand. Her eyes flickered up to his as she ran her thumb along the side of his hand a few times.

“I am holding your hand.” She hummed in confirmation.

“OK, so what did you want to sing?” He asked her with a big smile and she grinned.

“High School Musical.” Diana said and he nodded with a chuckle.

“There was only one right answer.” He hummed and she giggled. They hurried out of the booth to get in the line and queue up their song. Obviously when the time came they gave a performance. Mimicking some of the dance moves they managed to remember from the film.

“You know the world can see us in a way that’s different than who we….are.” they finished glancing deeply into each others eyes, singing through shaky voices as they tried to hold back their laughter at how cheesy they were being. The bar erupted in a roaring cheer as they finished and Harry made them bow as they made their way off of the stage hand in hand.

“I got that all on video by the way.” Grace said and they just chuckled bashfully. Finally it was nearing the time for Damian to go and so they stood outside of their cars now, saying their goodbyes.

“Bye Grace it was great to see you again.” Damian said as he hugged her tight.

“You too.” She said.

“And great to meet you, Henry,” He said hugging him as well.

“Yeah, so good to meet you as well.” He said as he pat his back a few times.

“And Harry,” he said turning towards him.

“Actually,” Henry cut in, “w-we were wondering if he could catch a ride back with you? We’re not spending the night at home.” He explained.

“Of course!” Diana assured.

“Perfect.” Harry smiled and so they finished saying their goodbyes before they all got in Diana’s car. They talked about the night, the things Damien had liked most about his visit, and a few other random topics until they were rolling to a stop at the departure’s terminal.

“Here we are.” Diana said and they started to unbuckle themselves. Harry rushed back to get his suitcase while Damian and Diana exchanged a few words before they hugged tight. She wiped a few tears from her eyes as she backed up and sighed. “I can’t even look at you for another second.” She sniffled and Damian chuckled.

“It’s fine, go back inside.” He assured her, “Love you.”

“Love you.” She blubbered before she went back into the car.

“Here you are, mate.” Harry said as he wheeled Damian’s bag back to him and he grabbed the handle.

“Thanks man.” He assured, “Ummm, I don’t want to get all weird with you or anything but uh, thank you for taking care of my sister and Celeste.” He said, “I can see how much happier they both are with you around. I think you’re just what they need and ummm…I hope that next time I visit you’re uh…still around.” He said extending his hand to him and Harry smiled and took his hand.

“I umm…I think I will be. I’ll try my best to.” He assured with a chuckle and Damian nodded. With that he grabbed his bag and waved once more before he headed inside. Harry settled back into the car and Diana sighed. “You ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just gonna miss him.” She said as she turned to him for a moment before taking off again. “So should I drop you off at home?”

“Yeah.” He said and smiled, “Do you wanna have a little night cap?”

“Yeah, I’d love that.” She hummed and he directed her to his place.

“You can park beside me if you want.” He said and she went up to the spot beside his car and parked there.

“Oh, it’s so nice!” She complimented as she put the car into the parking gear.

“Thank you.” He smiled as they got down and he felt around for his keys before finding them and they headed up to his door. He had left a lamp on in the living room which gave it a nice warm glow and she smiled as it dimly lit up the space before her. She looked around and took in the details, the nice and natural colors gave his home a warm and comforting feeling.

“I love this, Harry!” She said as she looked around “And it smells so nice.” She smiled at him.

“Oh, thank you.” He chuckled and soon Misty came from around a corner to greet them. She mewed at them and Harry chuckled.

“I know, I know…your bed’s in the dryer.” He said to the cat, “C’mon, let me drop you off at the kitchen.” He said to Diana and she nodded as she followed him through to the kitchen, “There are water bottles in the fridge if you want one. Let me just get her bed set up.”

“Yeah, go on.” She assured as he hurried off into the darkness and misty went off behind him. She could hear him rustling about for a bit before he was coming back into the kitchen and washing his hands quickly, “Sorry, it was about time I washed her bedding. Ummm, nightcap, so I have…” he said as he opened his fridge, “Beer and I’ve got some red wine options.”

“Wine sounds good.” She said and he went over to a little cabinet and searched around for one, “So…I’ve been thinking about this date I asked you on.” She said and he smiled.

“OK, go on…”

“I was thinking that maybe we can go to this jazz night thing they have at this vineyard in Malibu.” She shared and he smiled as he came back with a bottle.

“Actually that sounds really nice.”

“Yeah? It’s live music, which is always good and it’s quite-ish and romantic, I’d say…”

“You want to make it romantic?” He asked with a smirk as he cheeks went pink.

“Well, it is a date is it not?” She asked, “Unless you’d rather it not be…” she hummed teasingly and he chuckled.

“No, romantic is perfect.” He said as he turned to grab them some glasses for them.

“OK, good.” She giggled before he got out his waiter wine opener and started to twist it into the cork.

“It’s a good thing you like wine then.” He hummed and she nodded with a giggle.

“Right…” she said as she came around as he started to pour the wine.

“Alright.” He said as he set the bottle down.

“Harry?”

“Yeah, love?” He asked as he turned to her with a smile and she bit her lip nervously.

“Umm…are you gonna kiss me?” She asked and he chuckled nervously.

“Yeah, i-if you want me to! I was just a bit nervous since last time we…you know…I didn’t know if that had maybe just pushed our boundary back a bit or something.” He explained and she nodded in understanding.

“Yeah, umm…maybe we should clarify that.” She said nervously, “I just got nervous last time and had like a little freakout. But I ummm…I’m into you in every way.” She clarified. “Like tonight was nice, getting to just touch you whenever I wanted or be close to you.” She admitted bashfully and wit burning cheeks, but she just needed to be honest about how much she had wanted that, “Like…yeah, I get nervous and wonder if maybe I’m doing too much but I do want those things with you.” She said and he smiled.

“I want that with you too.” He hummed softly, “And well, I didn’t know if you were a snuggly type or not…” he chuckled, “Glad you are though.” He added with a little grin towards her and she smiled.

“I am.” She confirmed. He stepped a bit closer and gently grabbed her face in his hands.

“Is this OK then?” He asked as he finally touched her the way he’d been waiting to all night. She nodded in his hold as her eyes met his. He was so breathtaking. The tension brewing between them all night was slowly starting to peak and it was nerve-racking and exhilarating all at the same time. As he dipped lower her lips twitched up into a smile before they kissed slowly. He was gentle at first, just giving her two short and sweet pecks before going back in and deepening the kiss a bit more. The relieved hum that rumbled in her throat as his tongue gently skimmed her bottom lip made everything inside of him spark up. He loved to feel her arms hug around his body to hold him closer as the tenderness melted into need. They needed each other. They had been needing each other for so long now and were now finally in the moment where everything they wanted felt like it was possible.

It was an electricity around them that tingled with every movement, even the lightest amount of friction felt charged with possibility. A slow and deep kiss between them felt earth shattering. Diana loved to feel the way his lips moved with hers, they were feeding off of each other’s passion and feelings towards each other. She had so much care and love in her heart for Harry, it was outstanding to be able to act on it. To show him just how much he meant to her with her lips and with her soft and reaffirming touches. Even if she wasn’t saying it, Harry got them message by the way she was clinging to him and kissing back with no inhibition.

“I wanna make you feel good, baby.” He mumbled into her mouth and she felt as the wave of goosebumps rose across her body, “We can go slow and even keep our clothes on f’you want, but I just want to make you come.” He got out before kissing her deeply again.

Diana felt her core tighten up at the thought of Harry making her come undone with his hands or his mouth or whatever else he had in mind. She needed it so badly. Her body ached to connect with his in that way, it pleaded and begged for it forever and she never gave in, but now her resolve had completely washed away as she nodded briefly at him.

“Please.” She whispered against his mouth and he kissed her before pulling back. Their chests rose and fell quickly as they recovered their breaths for a moment.

“Are you sure?” He asked and she nodded as she looked up at him.

“I’m sure.” She confirmed softly.

“Well if you start to feel weird or even change your mind just tell me, OK? Please tell me, this is not something you can just push past, you know? I want you to know that you mean a lot to me and I…I…care about you.” He said earnestly as he looked straight into her eyes, “I want you to feel safe with me. That’s all I care about, Di.” He assured her. There was this genuine and gentle look in his eyes that made her heart thump harder and harder in her chest. She tiptoed and held his jaw tenderly as she kissed his lips quickly.

“I’ve never felt more safe with anyone in my life.” She assured softly and the gentle look in his eyes intensified even more, “I trust you with so much already.” She smiled at him, “And I…trust you with this too.” She confessed.

“Yeah?” He asked with a small smile and she nodded before responding verbally.

“Yeah.” Her eyes didn’t waver from his for a moment, “Should we go to your room? Or is this where all the action happens?” She asked jokingly to lighten the intensity of the tension between them and he sniggered.

“C’mon.” He said taking her hand in his and guiding her through his place. It was so dark as he guided her through the house until he reaching his bedroom door and opened it up. The moonlight was cascading in through the open windows, giving her some idea of what the space looked like. Again, like everything else it was neat and smelled of his cologne and looked great from what she could see. “Lights on or off?” He asked her.

“This is alright. Can you see?” She asked him and he chuckled.

“Yeah, enough. Can you?” He asked as he hugged around her waist from behind and she nodded.

“Yeah, I can see.” She giggled as he kissed the side of her head. It was so different doing something like this with the feelings she had in her heart. For the last decade or so she’d been so detached emotionally from her sexually intimate experiences. It was scary to know that whatever happened between them next would just naturally make her mind bond to him even more. Reinforce everything she’d been feeling for him already.

“Nervous?” He asked softly and she swallowed thickly and nodded as the feeling started making her stomach swirl with some anxiety and uncertainty. “What can I do to help?” He asked as he let her go and came before her and she glanced up into his eyes.

“Ummm…just…” she exhaled shakily, “Just keep being you.” She said to him and he smiled softly at her and without a warning he tugged her forward as he sat on the edge of the bed and she straddled his lap and yelped as he pulled her down with him and they giggled as they just looked at each other for a few moments before their smiles faded on their own.

“Is this OK?” He asked softly as he draped his arm over her waist and tangled his leg with hers. She nodded in confirmation. He shift again so that he was no holding himself up and slightly hovering over her, “And this?” She nodded again. “And if we start with something we know…” he asked as he very gently let his hips relax so that his bottom half was pressed against her own. He was already a bit turned on, she could feel it through his trousers and the thin fabric of her dress. She relaxed her hips and hiked her leg up around his hip, giving him more space. He dipped down and joined their lips again in a slow but ardent kiss.

Everything he was doing felt so intentional that it kept increasing and increasing her arousal and need for him. The way he touched her with his lips and his hands. The way his hips gently rolled against her own, letting her feel how hard he was getting for her. He kissed down her neck and she smiled at the tickles of it as she extended her neck even further to give him more access. Her skin was tingling in anticipation as he made his calculated movements that were making her more and more impatient. As he slid the strap of her dress down her shoulder his lips followed down her arm until he was kissing the palm of her hand before he moved to the other one and did the same thing. She was absolutely buzzing at this build up.

“There’s a zipper on the side.” She informed and he nodded.

“Thank you.” He hummed with a chuckle and she giggled. Her skin broke out in goosebumps when she heard and felt the zipper coming undone. And soon she was sitting up and he was helping pull the dress over her head. He set it down over the little stool at the end of his bed before he started working on the buttons of his shirt. He bit his lip to channel his desperation for her. Seeing her propped up on her elbows watching him undress in just her bra and panties was making him so impatient.

“You’re so breathtaking.” He said as he shrugged the shirt off of his shoulders and she smiled as she scooted herself to the end of the bed and reached for his trousers. She kissed the butterfly inked into his skin as her fingers unfastened the button and zipper of his pants. His thumb stroked her jaw at her delicate and affectionate actions. He swore his heart beat harder and faster with each kiss she gave him. And when she rested her chin on him and looked up at him with those beautiful green eyes of hers he swore he stopped breathing for a few seconds.

“Is it selfish of me to say that I don’t want anyone else to touch you like this?” She asked him bashfully and he smiled and shook his head.

“I’m not particularly fond of that possibility either.” He assured her, “For me or for you.” He clarified and she smiled at his response, “I only want you.” He assured as he started to push her back onto the bed and when he was hovering over her again he kissed her deeply, “I only want to feel your lips on my lips.” He hummed before kissing her again, “And only your hands on my skin.” He said before giving her another kiss, “And your body on my body.” He added as he delved in yet again, his words were already building her pleasure up, “And your scent on me and my clothes and my bed…” he sighed as he rolled his hips against hers and she moaned softly at the friction, “I only want to hear your voice sighing, moaning, begging, and curing me and everything I can do to make you feel good.” He got out breathily against her mouth and Diana felt her body tense up and her walls to clench up at what he said. “I only want you.” He repeated again and she reached behind his neck and held him close as they kissed heatedly now. Her hips were bucking up meeting his own now and she was growing wetter and wetter for him.

“I only want you too.” She panted and he groaned as he sunk his teeth into her bottom lip and ground his clothed erection right into her clit. Diana whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut at the feeling, “P-please touch me, Harry.” She beckoned and he released her lip and nodded.

“Yeah? Ready for me, baby?” He asked and she nodded quickly. He made sure his eyes were on hers when she nodded her approval and he dipped down and kissed her quickly, “Let’d get you more comfortable, yeah?” She nodded and soon they were just throwing all of the extra pillows on the ground haphazardly, laughing softly when she may have “accidentally” whacked Harry with one as she tossed it out of the way.

“Oops!” She giggled and he lunged himself over her, pinning her down on the bed, nipping and sucking at her neck playfully.

“Oops?” He asked through his chuckles as he toyed with her for a bit, making her laugh and squirm beneath him until she was struggling to breathe through her laughter.

“OK! OK! OK! Sorry!” She laughed and he chuckled before letting up and grinning down at her.

“I suppose it’s alright.” He hummed and she smiled up at him.

“Harry?”

“Hmmm?” He asked through his own smile.

“I’m really happy that I’m here with you.” She said softly, bringing back a solemn tone to the moment. He felt his entire chest want to cave in from the way his heart thumped wildly and so he leaned down and kissed her.

His big, warm hands started to travel down her body. Igniting the fire of need in her with every inch he covered. He reached down to properly hike her legs up around him and he ground against her center, making her whimper before he knelt up to have better range of motion. With her legs on either side of his body now his hands slid up her torso. He wanted to feel her soft, warm skin under the palms of his hands. And he glanced up to her for permission before he grabbed her breasts and she nodded he reached up and dragged the cups of her bra down before dipping down and taking one of her nipples into his mouth while he caressed and teased the other with his fingers. The whine that left her throat made him moan against her skin. She was losing her mind as she watched his gorgeous cheek bones carving out even further with the pressure of his sucks. He started to just swirl his tongue around as he glanced up to her and she moaned and clenched the sheet beneath her tight.

“Fuck, that feels good!” She sang softly as he kissed his way over to the other.

Diana was already clenching up in anticipation and she felt so relieved as he got his mouth on her left breast. She bucked her hips up as she felt one of his hands sliding down her side and then two of his fingers hooked into the elastic of her underwear. His digits traveled across her skin and tugged where the little bow on her panties rested, right in the middle of the band. She was so wet for him, she could feel herself throbbing uncontrollably in anticipation of his next move. Everything about the way he was doing this was erotic and exciting. She felt like all of this was part of the build up. She was getting impatient and trying to roll up against him for more friction, but he wanted her to just be a bit more patient with him because he intended to blow her mind. Diana recalled him saying something about him liking to build the pleasure, to edge…if you asked her this was all the edging portion. She was so needy and impatient to just have him make her come. She wanted to come for him so bad. She was getting antsy and whiney as he continued to just play with the band of her underwear, she wanted to feel his fingers against her surely sopping center. She wanted him to quell the insatiable need radiating from deep in her pussy. For him to play with her clit until it was so sensitive that she was trembling in his hands and falling apart for him.

“Please…” she whimpered, “I need you. I need you so badly.” She pleaded and Harry sighed in satisfaction as he started to kiss up her sternum, the column of her throat, her jaw, and finally at her lips again as he brought his other hand to her underwear and started to tug them down. She lifted her hips right away as he got them to her thighs before he moved aside to get them down before he knelt between her legs again. He immediately went back to kissing her and she moaned into his mouth as his whole hand cupped over her center.

“So we f’me, baby.” He smirked and she nodded.

“Yeah, want you so bad.” She said softly and he smiled at her when she huffed as he removed his hand for a second, but her back arched up and she gasped in surprised as two of his fingers dipped into her crease, swirling around in her warm and slicked up pussy. She was about to lose her mind about him neglecting her clit, but just then he rubbed his fingers against her sopping entrance before sliding his fingers up to her swollen little button and he started to rub. Harry was covered in goosebumps as her beautiful sounds flooded his ears and seemed to consume him. He wanted to do whatever he could to keep hearing them. He added a bit more pressure and her legs fell wider for him.

“Like that?” He asked her and she blinked her eyes open to look at him as she nodded.

“Yes…yes, keep going just like that!” She keened. She already looked hazy-eyed as he play with her little clit. It wasn’t taking much from the looks of it. He knew she’d been neglected for so long, but more than that, he was the object of her desires, much like she was his. Finally getting to be with him for this was the fulfillment of months worth of fantasies. He bit his lip as he just paid close attention to the way her body responded to his touches, to the sounds she made and the shifts of her hips. He was 100% attentive to her needs and it made him feel so proud when he saw her eyes squeeze shut and her back starting to arch up towards him. He smirked when she brought her hand over her mouth as the other gripped the covers beneath her tightly.

“Baby, you can make sounds, we’re at mine. Remember?” He hummed and she opened her eyes and started to giggle quietly.

“Right.. Force of habit.” She said before she bit her lip and exhaled shakily as he started to slow down his pace.

“I get it.” He chuckled and he watched as she visibly looked for him to start back up to what he had been doing before. But before she could even ask him to, he slid his fingers back down to her entrance and gentle pressed in and her hips bucked up and he relieved the pressure he had placed and she whined out in protest, “Don’t worry, baby. M’going.” He assured her and she was panting now. He could feel her little hole trying to suck his fingers inside, it was driving him insane.

“OK…I just…I need it so bad.” She whispered and he kissed her lips.

“I know, baby. I know.” He appeased her as he started teasing at her entrance again. Continuing to build up her need and anticipation, testing her resolve.

Diana felt like she was about to crumble under his touch. Her body was aching to feel any part of him deep inside. She needed that closeness with him, she’d been staving it off for months now. Even before she had reached any level of closeness with him, she was attracted to him. But now that her feelings were involved it just made it all the more intense. She trying to wait, the anticipation was making her feel so frazzled and out of control. She felt helpless in his arms and the only thing keeping her from begging him was the knowledge that he’d take good care of her. Soon. Eventually. She was impatient, but she knew it’d be worth it when he got started. And boy, was she right. He groaned in pleasure as he sunk his index into her and thrust it a few times, curling it up into that spot inside of her that made her toes curl before he added the second finger in and she whimpered as he got in deep and started pulsing his hand into her until she was gasping. It felt like way too much because of how much he’d already built her up before.

“Harry! Oh my god!” She moaned as he kept up his pace and then started ti rub her clit with his thumb. He was getting such good spot inside of her that she could hear how wet se was for him with each diligent plunge of his fingers into her. Her back was arching and her abs tensing as her orgasm built in record time. It’d been so long and it was him, it was finally him and everything just felt so good with him. She couldn’t believe it, but she was covered in goosebumps and fighting to keep her legs open, “M’gonna come!” She gasped and he moaned as he kissed her sloppily.

“Go on, baby. Come for me.” He mumbled, his lips smeared with hers as he spoke into their kiss. Her erratic breathing suddenly hitched for a few seconds before she let out the most beautiful moan of his name as her walls started to squeeze his fingers tight in rhythmic pulses. Diana’s mind was drawn a blank as she came undone, everything inside of her was vibrating with pleasure at the explosive and wonderful feelings erupting within her. Her hips were writhing, attempting to get away from his touches, but he was working her through the entire thing. His kisses started to travel down her body, lips searing the skin left in their wake. Before she even knew it her hands were buried in his hair as he licked her arousal off of her inner thighs. And even still, his fingers were fucking into her slowly.

“Oh fuck, please lick my pussy, baby.” She pleaded impatiently even though she was still recovering from her first orgasm and he didn’t need to be told twice. He delved in right way. His tongue was dexterous as it lapped and flicked at her clit at the pace she had liked from before. Harry could feel her walls clenching tight around his fingers and so he pushed them in a little deeper, rubbing them into the spot that her falling apart before. Her legs started to tremble almost immediately. Diana lost her mind, her eyes rolled back and she couldn’t help but whine and moan out in pleasure as he worked her up to another orgasm so quickly. “Faster, please, a little faster!” She instructed and as he followed her instruction she started bucking up into his mouth, shivering when he started to suck on her clit with his new pace. She was breathing so shallowly she swore she was getting dizzy from the lack of oxygen. She could feel her legs start to tremble as she approached the brink again. Her back started to arch as she moaned in time with the deep and calculated pumps of his fingers into her most tender spot. And that was it. She started to see white behind her closed eyes as that tightly wound coil of pleasure just burst inside of her. She withered so beautifully underneath him, she could barely hear herself moan through the ringing in her ears. He was groaning lowly at the feeling of her coming undone. She was so hot inside and getting wetter and slicker as her cum started to coat his fingers. He kept fucking his fingers into her like before, just gradually slowing down as the pulsing of her walls decreased.

Even though her eyes were closed, a few tears were streaming down her face at how good she felt. Her body was still tingling as he gently pulled his fingers out of her before he just got his mouth on her pussy. She moaned as he licked into her entrance, cleaning up all of her creamy cum and getting a proper taste of his well earned reward. She pulled at his hair a bit when his nose bumped into her sensitive clit, but he quickly moved up and lightly flicked hhis tongue over it, giggling as her legs twitched from it.

“S’too much!” She whimpered and he hummed before kissing the top of her mound.

“Sorry, baby.” He apologized before sucking his fingers clean and crawling back up to her body. She pulled him down for a kiss right away and her shaky hands went down to his briefs where she rubbed over his very evident bulge. They parted from their kiss with a soft smack, “Y’don’t have to.”

“I want to.” She reached into his briefs and started to rub over his cock. Harry shivered at her touch, he did want to come, so fucking bad. “W-what if you just like…rub against me?” She asked him and he nodded furiously at her suggestion. He didn’t expect them to have sex any time soon, but she wanted him to rub up against her pussy to make himself come? He didn’t require any additional persuasion. She giggled at his eagerness, but how could be anything less than enthusiastic when her little cunt was so warm and wet for him? She was a fucking dream.

“D-d’you want me t’get a condom for that?” He asked her, his wild and slightly wide eyes meeting her own. She leaned up and kissed his lips slowly before responding and then she remembered something and she stopped kissing him, “What is it?” He asked.

“Ummm…y-you’re- you…can’t get me pregnant right?” She asked and he nodded.

“Yeah.” He said and then chuckled, “Yeah, you’re right that I can’t at the moment.” He confirmed and she smiled at his little blunder.

“Then…I don’t think so…you’re clean?” she said timidly and he nodded.

“I can though if you’d prefer, I don’t think finishing will be a problem either way.” He assured her with a slight tinge to his cheeks that he was glad she couldn’t see due to the lighting. She giggled softly as he smiled down at her.

“It’s alright with me, just want you to feel good.” She smiled and he kissed her quickly.

“OK. Can I get something else though?” He asked her and she nodded her head, urging him to continue his question, “A vibrator?” He asked against her kiss-swollen lips and he smiled as he bit down on her lip, her hazy gaze fixed on his as she nodded.

“Yeah…fuck yeah, get the vibrator.” She said as he quickly but carefully moved over her body to reach his bedside table and dug around in there for a moment before he pulled out a little silk bag. He pulled on the clasp to open it up and he pulled out a little bullet about the size of his thumb. She had never been with a man who used toys with her. Well, she’d been with very few men, but she still felt this was rare. But it was exhilarating. He flipped it around in his fingers, trying to find the button to get it on and finally he found it and pressed down. As soon as Diana heard the muted buzzing her pussy started to flutter and she started to get even more wet. She squirmed under him as the anticipation started to get too much.

“I haven’t used this in a while so it’s gonna be a little intense for me, but for you it could ummm…like do you use a toy regularly? We might have different limits.” He explained.

“Oh yeah, but I’m quite sensitive from everything you did to me…” she said and they giggled quietly, “so I think we can start the same.” She finished her thought and he nodded. “Wait, let me get a pillow so it’s a little better angle.” She said and he nodded and helped her raise her hips a bit more so that she was in a better position for him.

Diana’s body jolted and she whimpered when the silicone vibrator was pressed against her clit. Her skin was covered in goosebumps now as the shock of pleasure rippled through her body for a few seconds. Then she felt the warmth and weight of Harry’s erection against the bottom of her vulva. She let her legs fall open further and he sighed in relief as he laid his cock over her dripping pussy and slid up to her clit and held it there for a few seconds to enjoy the vibrations as well. The head of his cock was over her clit as their skin tickled together under the same vibrations. He ground against her expertly and then out of nowhere he clicked it up twice to increase the intensity of the vibrations and now his whole cock was vibrating over the entirety of her pussy.

“Oh fuuu-uuck.” Harry he groaned through a laugh at the way his cock was tingling so hard now. Diana’s opening was getting wetter and wetter as he continued grinding and sliding through her folds. His own pre-cum was adding to the already sticky mess between Diana’s thighs. Her moans and squeals of overstimulation were making his heavy and sperm-filled balls tense up, his body’s way of preparing to unload his cum. He started going a bit faster and increased the intensity of the vibrations once again.

“I’m gonna cum, Harry! Oh fuck!”

“Hang on, baby. J-just wait a little more f’me, I want you to come with me.” He rushed out and she whimpered in protest, “Please, baby. Fuck! I want you to feel me coming all over your little pussy while you come for me.” He grunted . She groaned as she tried to hold off a bit longer. Harry’s lips parted and he let out a deep moan that melted into a whimper as his cock twitched.

“Harry!” Diana whimpered.

“Fuck yeah…here it comes, baby. Come for me, Di. Come for me.” He panted as he started to shoot his warm, milky sperm all up against her pussy. He groaned as he continued thrusting, smearing his big load all over her pussy. Her moans were angelic and he swore he was levitating as the high reached his brain and froze them in time for just a few seconds before they started to come down. Their bodies shook from the now too harsh vibrations and Harry quickly powered down the vibrator to give them relief. He let it drop between her legs before she sat up and grabbed his face as she kissed him deeply. Their lips smacked and melted together for several seconds before she parted with a gasp.

“Harry, I l-” she suddenly cut herself off as her brain caught up with her heart.

“You what?” He asked through a chuckle. Her eyebrows creased in for just a second before she responded.

“I totally blanked.” She said with a perplexed pout and he sniggered and kissed her lips quickly.

“How’re you feeling?” He asked her more seriously.

“Good.” She said softly and then smiled, “Really good.” She tagged in and he smiled.

“Yeah? That was alright?”

“More than alright. It was good! All of it was so, so good.” She assured and he hummed.

“Thought so.” He responded with a soft, but still slightly arrogant, satisfied tone, “Let me get something to clean you.” He said before parting from her and hurrying into his ensuite. When the light flicked on it brought some more color to his bedroom and she thought it was sweet that he definitely had a color scheme going on throughout the home. She glanced over to the door when Harry returning cast a shadow over the bed. He warned her before he cleaned up her mons and over the parts of her he could see he’d busted all over. But he knew she’d need to get cleaned up a little better anyway. She didn’t seem to be shy that he had helped some and it was surprising to him. But when he came back into the once again dark bedroom from the bathroom and laid beside her she was grinning.

“No one’s ever ummm…done that for me before and I… didn’t know how to tell you it was fine before you were back down there.” She said and he chuckled.

“I’m sorry! I thought it was fine!” He apologized right away.

“It’s alright. It’s…considerate!” She said and he chuckled. She reached for his chin and gently pulled him into a kiss again, “I mean it, that was amazing. Thank you for that. And well, for teaching me the benefits of being patient.” She said and he laughed before kissing her again.

“Anytime.” He assured her with a cheeky smile.

“Noted.” She winked, “Ummm, I’m gonna use the bathroom. I’m gonna…steal this from you for a minute.” She said as she picked up his dress shirt from the ground.

“Yeah, of course.” He assured as he sat up, “I’m gonna clean up a bit, OK? Take your time.” He assured and she hurried into the bathroom. Harry sat there for a second with a smile so wide that his cheeks hurt, but he was so happy she liked that. All of it. He knew it’d probably be a bit slower for them, with good reason, but he just wanted to get to know this side of her too. He had honestly expected for her to be a bit more guarded or shy with him than she had been, but maybe she trusted him a lot more than he thought. Whatever it was, it made him happy.

He then got up and got a clean set of briefs on before he hurried to the guest bathroom to wash the vibrator. He checked the bed for any wet spots or stains and decided to leave the comforter on when he didn’t find any and just as he was fluffing up the pillows Diana came out of the bathroom. He smiled at how cute she looked in his dress shirt. She’d rolled up the sleeves so that they weren’t as long and then she saw her clothes neatly laid across the stools at the foot of his bed.

“Forgot these.” She said grabbing her underwear, “Look away for my dignity!” She joked and he chuckled as he covered his eyes playfully as she giggled and started not slip them up her legs. She was just getting them to her knees when he walked over to her and crouched down to tug them up the rest of the way up her legs. He pressed his shirt up over her legs and she held it out of his way as he kissed up her thighs and her lower tummy as he let the band snap into place gently.

“There you are.” He said as he stood and straightened the material of his shirt out so that it was falling to her mid thigh again.

“Thank you.” She said softly and he kissed her lips quickly.

“So, do you want to drink your wine and watch something or are you gonna head home?” He asked her and she smiled.

“We didn’t open that bottle for nothing, did we?” She asked and he chuckled.

“That’s right.” He agreed, “I’ll go get the wine. The remote’s where the vibrator was.” He said with a shy smile, “And uh, make yourself comfy. I’ll be back in a minute.” He said and she nodded. She had been scrolling absentmindedly for a bit before Harry came back with a bed tray with the wine glass, bottle, and other stuff.

“I also brought snacks because I figured we needed to recover our strength after all that.” He said with a chuckle.

“Oh definitely. What’d you bring?” She asked.

“Pitta chips and hummus.” He said and she pouted.

“No junk?” She asked and he chuckled.

“Ummm, no.” he said, “Are you one of those mom’s who has a secret stash of junk food for herself?”

“No! Celeste and I both have stashes and we just pretend to not know about them.” She said and he laughed softly.

“I guess if you’re not withholding snacks from her it’s fine. I haven’t ummm, food shopped actually so I really don’t have any other snacks.” He explained, “I’m quite sad about it too, this is not my preferred snack.” He assured her as she giggled.

“No worries, I like this too. I was just being a fuss.”

“Yeah, alright…” He hummed skeptically and she assured him she did real like hummus and even ate some for him to prove it. Then they just put on Dexter and sat back into the pillows. She was right up against him as they ate and watched for a few minutes before Harry broke the silence. “So…what snacks do you like so I can have some here for you if we…decide to do this again some time?” He asked and she turned to him, biting back her smile.

“Reese’s peanut butter cups and lemon lays.” She said with a smile and he hummed.

“Well, at least we can agree on one of those…” he said and she chuckled.

“What’s wrong with lemon lays?” She asked.

“How do you know I’m referring to the lays?” He asked and she grinned.

“Because you’re white, Harry.” She said with a straight face and he laughed loudly.

“Fair enough…” he mumbled when his laughter died down and she was still laughing softly beside him, “They’re really sour. Like unreasonably sour.” He defended himself.

“Yeah, apparently…” she said and he chuckled, “So our date…should we go in two weeks? Maybe on Saturday?” She asked him and he smiled.

“Yeah, that’s perfect.” He responded and she kissed his cheek once more.

“Perfect.” She hummed.

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Illicit Affairs - Chapter Thirty-Eight

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Warnings: Angst, mentions of infertility, language | Word Count: 4,500

Rowan grabbed Aelin’s hand, stopping her fidgeting. He held her hand, fingers linked together as his thumb rubbed her skin.

“Are you anxious?” She asked him. If he was, she wasn’t sure she could handle that. Or maybe it was what she needed. She would take care of him, forgetting about her own feelings.

For the last week, she could still sometimes hear Yrene in her head. She really did need a shrink if she heard voices.

Aelin had some thoughts about narrating her session to Rowan, maybe she shouldn’t, but the moment he looked at her and asked if she wanted to talk about it, she spilled the beans. Maybe it just proved Yrene right, that Aelin always counted on Rowan to solve her problems. But also, Rowan was her partner. Yrene said that it was normal for him to be by her side and hold her hand. She could tell him.

He frowned when she mentioned her alleged dependency on him. He asked her what she thought about it, and while her first instinct was to deny it, she only shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe she is right,” Aelin had said. Rowan nodded and took her to bed after that.

He hadn’t let her do anything that night. Aelin was aware that if Helia hadn’t been in the house, he probably would have tied Aelin up so she wouldn’t move as he took special care of her. With the toddler’s new habit to leave her bed to join Aelin and Rowan’s because she felt bored… They’d decided to avoid anything that was… too much if they weren’t alone. She didn’t want Helia to ever witness… that.

“No,” Rowan answered with a kind smile, the one he never showed the world. The one only Aelin and Helia knew, and the one they loved so much.

“Why?”

He played with a strand of her hair, her legs over his lap. They were in Fenrys’ office, waiting for him to come back with her results. Her hands hadn’t stopped shaking since she woke up this morning.

“Because we have no idea what will happen,” he answered quietly. “I’ll have all the time to react badly if it’s something bad. But it is no use to worry for something you cannot control nor something you know.”

She huffed a laugh. “Why wait when you can have all the fun now?”

He squeezed her thigh, her head rising to look at his face. “It’s going to be okay. I promise.”

“What if it’s not?”

“I’ll be there every step of the way. You won’t deal with it alone.”

She nodded. A year ago, she thought everyone was exaggerating when they talked about love. They always described it as something deep, something powerful. But now that she had Rowan, Aelin knew that these people undersold this feeling. If Rowan was by her side, she felt as if she could lift mountains.

And well, maybe it wasn’t healthy. Maybe she counted on him too much, but it was better feeling over powered than going back to hating herself and life. At least, that was what she told herself every time she came home to Rowan instead of her apartment.

She did spend time with Lysandra and Dorian at school, she stayed with them at the library to study, something she stopped doing a while ago. But she still rather spend her nights at her boyfriend’s place. Especially with everything on her plate lately, she needed the distraction him and Helia provided on a daily basis.

Her apartment was occupied by stressed out med students. She wouldn’t want to step a foot into the anxiety-filled air of this place.

She couldn’t help but ask the question that had been torturing her mind for the past week. She didn’t want to ask it at first, but she supposed that now they were waiting and had nothing else to do, she could voice it. “Do you think I’m dependent on you?”

His body stiffened for a moment, “Why do you ask?”

She shrugged. “I only heard my therapist’s opinion on that, and she isn’t in our relationship. But you are, so I would just like to know what you think of that. If she is right.”

Rowan was more objective than her, even if she was aware that he still saw her through the eyes of a man in love. She still wanted his point of view. She noticed how he kept it to himself, only asking her questions about what she felt and never expressed himself. Maybe he wanted to protect her, maybe he wanted her to process alone… But she wanted his opinion.

“I think you isolated yourself, and it scares me.”

“I isolated myself?”

He shrugged, “I mean, in a sense. You made friends with my friends but you are yet to spend a night with your friends at your apartment. And don’t think it bothers me, I would have you in my house every minute of every day if I could, but what I want the most is your happiness.”

“I’m happy.”

“It’s great to hear that. But wouldn’t you be happier with your friends, too?”

“Oh.”

“There is also Aedion,” he added with a kind voice, his thumb still caressing her skin.

It was her turn to stiffen, she looked away as she asked, “What about him?”

“You once told me you two couldn’t go a day before making up when you were on a fight, and yet it’s been weeks now.”

“I don’t want to see him,” she mumbled, not really in the mood to expand on that. Aedion didn’t trust her, he was supposed to be her ally in this family, and yet his opinion on her was lower than hell.

“He is your cousin, Hellas, he is more your brother than your cousin,” Rowan kept going. “You should—”

“It’s the problem, Rowan. He is like my brother, and yet he didn’t have my back.”

“Because you lied.”

“For you,” she snapped. “I’m lying for you. You’re the one who will be in trouble if I don’t lie to everyone.”

He frowned, “Don’t get mad. You asked for my opinion, that is what I gave you.”

He was right. She sighed, her head falling onto his shoulder. “I’m sorry. You’re right, I’m just so… tense.”

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pressing her close to him. He kissed the crown of her head, “I know, Fireheart. I wasn’t accusing you of anything, just… I don’t want our to come at the cost of your friends and family. If you have to tell him, do it.”

She hesitated for a second, playing the scene in her mind. She quickly shook her head, “I don’t think he’d be on our side.”

There was nothing to answer to that, he just tightened his hold around her. She felt empty, feeling as if she had to choose between her lover and her family. The family she found and the one she was born into. She’d lost too much already to lose any of them, to be ripped from people she loved once more.

The door opened, letting Fenrys in. He had a bunch of papers in his hand, sending a warm smile her way. “Sorry, it took a while.”

Aelin stayed on Rowan’s side, she didn’t want the few inches of emptiness between them. The closer she was to him, the better she felt. “It’s okay.”

The looked between her boyfriend in and when he sat, then he wiggled his eyebrows, “Hope you two didn’t have too much fun while I was gone.”

“One more word,” Rowan said, on a threatening tone. “And I’ll shut you up with that tie around your neck.”

Aelin pressed her lips together. Fenrys’ tie had been the cause of a lot of mockery the entire day. When Aelin entered the hospital she’d seen Vaughan, he warned her to not say a word about Fenrys’ outfit. She’d been confused until she saw Rowan and he told her, while laughing which was rare for her boyfriend, about his friend’s choice of tie.

Indeed, over a white shirt, Fenrys had wrapped a red tie with prints of clowns on it. He narrowed his eyes at Rowan, apparently the great Fenrys Moonbeam was touchy when it came to his sense of fashion. “Sorry, this appointment is only between doctor and patient, no annoying boyfriend allowed.”

Aelin rolled her eyes, “Stop this, just tell us what’s on those papers.”

Any other circumstances and Aelin would have jumped on the occasion to tease Rowan and make him a little jealous. But not today, and her friend seemed to understand that because his doctor face slipped on, “I won’t beat around the bush, there is a good and two bad news. For the good one,” he said, handing Rowan some papers. “There is no cancer.”

Aelin’s entire body relaxed at those words. No cancer. No cancers. Aelin didn’t have a cancer.

Rowan also let out a long, relieved sighed. He read through the documents, probably Aelin’s biopsy results as he rubbed her shoulder. He kissed her forehead, “That’s good.”

She gave him a smile, probably more convincing now that this threat was far away from her. She nodded, kissing Rowan quickly on the lips. No cancer. No cancer. That was the good news.

But Fenrys said… “What about the bad news?”

Her friend’s face changed into a wince, “There are actually two bad news.”

Once more her breath was stolen away, and not in a way that she loved. Seconds felt like hours as she waited for Fenrys to speak. Whatever he said… She could just brush it off. She had for nine years. It didn’t have to affect her, to hurt her.

“The first is that we have no idea what caused your amenorrhea. Every test we ran were inconclusive.”

“Have you tested everything?” Rowan asked.

Maybe she’s been made wrong. She always felt as if something was wrong with her, ever since she was a child. It always been emotional, always been questions she couldn’t voice out of shame.

Why do my parents rather spend their time with strangers than with me?

Why do my parents never tell me they love me?

Why do they look at me as if I was someone they disliked?

But what if this feeling was just… The emotional manifestation of something physically wrong? What if she somehow knew all along that she was… wrong. Maybe that was the answer to all of her questions.

She wasn’t their perfect daughter. She was a mistake in a lifetime of perfection.

“Is there no other Is there no other explanations?” Rowan asked, and Aelin supposed Fenrys had answered his first question.

She didn’t like to see Fenrys’ face without his amused, wicked grin. “There are, but none we can test.”

“What are they?”

He took a deep breath, turning his entire attention on her. He discarded the papers in his hands before speaking. “Especially if amenorrhea appears during teenage years, it could be caused by an eating disorder.”

“No.” She stopped him immediately. “I don’t have an eating disorder.”

Fenrys didn’t answer right away, as if he was looking for the right words to say. “It might not be something easy to admit—”

“Yeah because there is nothing to admit,” she snapped and Rowan squeezed her hand in support. She was grateful he didn’t interject even if she was sure his voice would have more power than hers, if only because not a lot of people would admit suffering from an eating disorder. But she wasn’t one of them. Her struggle had never been food. “I swear.”

“Alright, I believe you,” he said sincerely. “It’s just my job to insist.”

“Is there any other reason that could explain?”

He nodded, “A lot of physical exercise,” he started, and Rowan snorted at that one which earned him a glare from her. “High stress, family history, trauma, low bo—”

“What do you mean by trauma?”

She could feel Rowan’s gaze on her face, warming her up all over. Not alone. She wasn’t alone.

Fenrys seemed surprised she stopped him, but he went along and explained. “Emotional trauma can be very hard on the body; the mind stops functioning and so does the body for the non-vital parts of it. All the body’s energy is used for… surviving. Why?”

Aelin swallowed, the nails of her free hand already breaking her skin and she looked away, “Don’t look further. You found the reason.”

Rowan sat straighter in his chair, looking for her gaze but she wouldn’t look at him. “You were fifteen when…”

“When my sister died, yeah. You found your fucking reason.”

She tried to swallow back her tears, tried to think about anything else but bloody water. Thinking about Celaena hadn’t been in her plans today. This was supposed to be a day about Aelin, not that she enjoyed it, but it was her problem. Her way of seeking help. And yet, it always went back to her sister.

Her periods had stopped coming right after Celaena passed, but Aelin only noticed it a year after. For so long after her passing, Aelin had been separated in two. Her body, doing everything as an automatism, and her mind screaming nonstop for months, with no one to hear.

“I’m sorry,” Fenrys’ soft voice cut through her wave of emotion.

Aelin shook her head and grinned, making it the most convincing possible. “Don’t worry, pretty boy.”

He looked at Rowan, but she didn’t follow his gaze. Fenrys, she could pretend in front of. Rowan… She couldn’t lie to him.

“Aelin,” her boyfriend breathed. “You don’t have to pretend.”

She looked at him then, and his worried yet loving gaze almost shattered her heart. “I know, but it’s just another consequence. I delt with all the other ones for almost a decade now, I can deal with this one just fine.”

He looked doubtful but let go, he probably didn’t want to pressure her into talking when they weren’t alone. He turned to Fenrys, “I heard of trauma doing such thing on the body, but isn’t nine years a little long?”

“That is what leads me to my second bad news,” Fenrys said. “After all the tests, we found that Aelin’s AMH’s levels are… extremely low.”

Rowan’s hand around hers stiffened, so did his entire body. Aelin had never heard of AMH, but Rowan was a doctor. He had to know. “How low?” He asked, his voice like cold death.

“0,3,” Fenrys answered, handing Rowan a paper. Aelin tried to read it but she couldn’t understand anything. Why couldn’t these gods dammed doctors make the paper easier to right?

Rowan’s eyes skimmed over the paper, “Are you serious? Run that test again.”

“We did, twice.”

“What does that mean?” Aelin asked. She didn’t like to see Rowan lose his cool, he was always so level-headed. If he was worried, if he showed that worry…

“As we know, Amenorrhea can have a lot of consequences on reproductive health. So, I ran tests on your AMH levels, which is the hormone that tells us about egg reserves and ovulation.”

“Alright,” she was barely following. “And what?”

“At twenty-four, your levels should be around 35, but they are… Low. Too low.”

She looked at Rowan, he was still holding her hand, reading that document over and over again. “What does that mean? Am I… Am I infertile?”

Fenrys looked away for a second, weight crashing onto her. Air didn’t come quickly enough into her lungs, her heart pounding loudly into her ears. “It doesn’t mean you won’t be able to have children if it is what you want. Science progresses so quickly that—”

His voice faded as her thoughts grew louder and louder. She was barely aware of Rowan asking questions to Fenrys, asking for solutions and alternatives. But all she could focus on was these images on her mind, breaking and shattering more and more as second passed.

Aelin, with a swollen belly, Helia hugging her.

Rowan, holding a newborn as Helia slept on his lap, his shinning smile in her direction.

Three kids laughing in the backseats of a car, Rowan driving with a hand on her thigh as she played card with the kids.

She wouldn’t have that. Not now, not ever. Her family was broken, and she had no way to make a new one, to grow her new family.

This was too much, too much for too little time. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see anything, her vision blurred. She stood, her chair making a loud creaking noise behind her. “I need air,” she whispered, and then she left. She didn’t know where she was walking to, just that she needed air, that she needed to get away from this place, away from her own mind.

Cold air hit her face, she gasped. She needed to breathe, that should be her main focus. Breathe in, breathe out. It was easy in theory, so why was it so hard to actually do? No matter how much air she took in her lungs, it wasn’t enough.

A hand on her shoulder startled her, she turned around to find Rowan behind her. They were in the parking lot, no one to see them when he cupped her cheeks. “It’s okay, Fireheart. I know,” he said it as if it was a promise. “I know. Breathe with me.”

She shook her head, she couldn’t, it was too hard.

He nodded, “You can. Breathe with me, I’ll always be by your side, remember?”

Tears burned her eyes as she nodded, and she followed his lead. He guided her to breathe, always keeping his hands on her. Grounding her into reality. He didn’t tell her that it was okay, he only helped her out of that dark place she’d just been thrown into.

She sagged into his body, as if she didn’t have any more strength to stand. Rowan caught her, pressing her into him. “I got you,” he breathed into her ear, a hand into her hair.

“Take me home,” she asked. “Please, I want to go home.”

“Alright,” she could faintly feel him nod. “I need to pick up Helia then we can go home, alright?”

Aelin nodded, Rowan guiding her to his car. She didn’t say as word as she sat beside him, the landscape holding hostage her entire attention. But then, “Are you mad?”

“Why would I be mad?”

She shrugged, though he couldn’t see it as he was driving. She looked everywhere but at him, “You want more kids. I ruined that.”

“You didn’t ruin anything,” he growled, as if he was angry. But then his voice became normal again. “I have one hellion at home who takes a lot of my energy already. I could do without another child, and even if having a child is still in our plans in a few years, then there are a lot of solutions. Just because our chances of you getting pregnant are low doesn’t mean they are inexistent.”

“The more I age the more this goddamn hormone’s level lowers.”

“Fenrys talked about freezing your remaining eggs,” Rowan explained.

She huffed a laugh, crossing her arms over her chest. “Amazing. Nothing will be a surprise; it won’t be between the two of us. I’ll have to see hundreds of people every month just in chances to be pregnant. Amazing, truly.”

“What else do you want me to say, Aelin?” He hissed. “That it’s your fault and there is nothing else to do? Do you want me to lie, is that it?”

“I want you to stop talking.”

He snorted, “Didn’t you ask me a question first?”

“And instead of telling me that I was doing okay, that I was doing a great job, you tried to fix me. I’m so fucking done with how you try to fix me all the time.”

“Aelin,” he said, voice calm and yet his knuckles whitened around the wheel? “Maybe we should talk about it later.”

“No,” She shook her head. “No, we don’t. I’m so sick of how you’re acting around me. You only want to fix me because you can’t fix yourself and you need a fucking replacement and guess what Rowan? I. Am. Not. A. Replacement.”

He turned his sharp gaze onto her, “You could not be more wrong.”

She huffed a laugh, the noise sounding hateful even in her own ears. “Yeah? Is that why you jumped at the occasion of fixing another one of my problems? Same when you drove me to the therapist even if I was about to cancel?”

“I pushed you to see a doctor because I’m worried sick for you,” he snapped. “Because I love you. I’m sorry no one ever showed you that kind of care before, but I am not trying to fix you.”

“Fuck you,” she snapped. “Don’t bring up my family when it’s about me and you.”

He turned to the left, more sharply than necessary. “They are the reason why you are reacting this way. You are allowed to be hurt, Aelin,” he said, kindlier. “But I am not your enemy.”

“I’m not hurting, I’m angry,” she answered.

“At who?”

“Everyone, alright?” She snapped.

“At me too?”

She took a deep breath, tripping tightly the door of the car. “Yes. If you had respected my wishes, if you hadn’t made me see Fenrys, then I would have lived the rest of my damn life happily.”

He snorted, the sound hateful too. “Yeah, as happy as Aelin Galathynius can be, right?”

She glared at him, and he parked in front of Helia’s daycare. He sighed, taking off his seatbelt and climbing of the car. She slammed a hand into the door, letting out a groan of anger.

She wiped tears out of her face as Helia opened the door of the backseat, climbing into the car with her puffy purple dress. Aelin turned around and grinned at the girl who lied up the moment she saw Aelin. She didn’t sit in her seat, no, she threw herself in Aelin’s arms.

She sighed, hugging the toddler. It felt good.

“You came!” She said, a huge smile on her face. Her father made a gesture for her to seat which she did and he buckled her seat belt. She ignored him, focusing on what Helia held in her hands.

“What’s that pumpkin?”

“We made a bear at school!” She shoved the stuffed animal in Aelin’s hands and proceeded to tell her a story about how they were all given one stuffed animal and could color it the color they wanted.

Helia Whitethorn being herself, she chose bright neon pink.

For the whole way home, Aelin didn’t have to worry about talking as Helia did the most of it, the toddler apparently happy Aelin came pick her up with her father.

Father whose gaze she could feel onto her from time to time. Father who didn’t want to talk to now.

She wasn’t angry only at him, it was more at the entire world that she was angry at.

When they arrived home, Helia and her father left to take a shower. Usually she’d tell Rowan that she could do it with Helia, Aelin loved it they both sang under the shower and that Rowan barged in, begging them to stop.

But for now, she wanted a moment alone. She laid on the couch, staring at the white, empty wall. She needed to stop thinking, to stop seeing these images she cherished burn in her mind. For her sanity, it needed to stop.

Maybe she could take pills to sleep. Rowan was a doctor, surely he had enough in this house to keep her asleep for days. When she woke up… things would be better. Surely.

Soon, their shower was over and they both came downstairs. Rowan looked at her for long seconds, he sighed before leaving for the kitchen. She had half a mind to join him but… it would end in a fight. She knew that.

Helia sat at the table near her dad, coloring in a book. The faint sound of the TV added to the cooking noises and the way Helia always hummed when she focused on something.

Looking at them two, being so domestic, it warmed her heart up a little. Helia jumped out of her chair, she held her drawing book and ran to Aelin’s side. “Mommy, can you help me draw a kitchen?”

Aelin’s entire body stilled, even her heart missed a couple of beats. Her mouth was slightly opened, Helia looked up, eyebrow raised.

Mommy.

No one would ever call her that way. She would have no child whose first word would be Mama.

Helia isn’t your daughter. She is Lyria’s, she could still hear Rowan’s voice in her head.

No one will call her mommy, and it hurt. Her head bled out, pumping too much blood every second. Just after she realized she wanted a family, that she wanted an escape to the family she had had her whole life, the universe laughed at her face.

She was infertile.

“I can’t,” she tried not to snap. She got up, “I’m sorry Lia, ask dada some help. I need to go.”

“Bu-But Dada is cooking your favorite pasta?”

Somehow, this broke her. A tear escaped her eye, and Aelin leaned in to kiss her forehead. It wasn’t Helia’s fault, Aelin didn’t want her to feel as if she had done something.

She just needed to get the furthest away from this house. “I know, I’m sorry but a friend need me. I have to go.”

“Aelin,” Rowan said from the kitchen, shirtless with a tower thrown over his shoulder.

A sob left her but she was out of the house after she whispered a quiet, broken, “Sorry.”

She drove too fast as she got back to her apartment, tears streaming down her face. Her roommates were surprised to see her come back, but even more when she threw herself to the alcohol they kept in one of their cupboards.

Dorian joined her in the kitchen, already two shots in her blood. “What is it, Aelin?”

She let out a quiet, teary laugh. “I’m messed up, you know that?”

He shook his head. “You’re not.”

She took a deep breath. She wrapped her arms around his shoulder and held him close. Her friend, the one who had given her more than she could ever give him. “If I tell you what is on my mind, do you promise to not do too much?”

He nodded, and she pulled back to look at his face. It was almost too easy to say the words. “Today I found out I probably couldn’t have kids, all because my sister died ten years ago. Today, I fucking hate her,” his eyes were wide as she spoke, but he let her finish. “So, I kind of need to get drunk right now.” She held the bottle of tequila, “Will you indulge me some company?”

He thought for a second, processing before he nodded, taking the bottle into his hand. “Always, Ae.”

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Hi!! Sleep deprived anon here

So the thing about my history professor is that while he teaches us about what happened, he’s going very little into WHY it happened or what happened as an effect. And yeah, I get that it’s an overview and one small unit in the whole of a year-long course, but it would be nice if we went a little more in depth with everything.

My main issue, though, is that he refuses to actually take a political stance on anything, by which I mean, he’ll only talk about exactly what communism is from a poli sci perspective and won’t actually talk about why communism doesn’t work out, because saying that communism doesn’t work out would be the same thing as saying that communism is bad/problematic/harmful/etc etc etc and that would be letting us know his political views and potentially influencing us.

He says he doesn’t want to influence us in our politics and wants us to be able to make a decision about what we believe ourselves, but somehow expects us to do that with what is, in my opinion, an incomplete education.

Which ties into my point last night about learning more about the late stages of the Soviet Union from the lighthouse au than I have from… two months on this unit so far, I believe? because the political state at the time is a BIG plot factor and something you discuss a lot, and you’ve laid out what it was like and what was going on so much more clearly and in so much more depth than my history professor ever could have, while still (to the extent that’s possible by two characters biased very different directions at the start) maintaining a fairly neutral and scholarly voice on the topic, if that makes sense.

(He’s also the “before we had tiktok we had drunk Boris Yeltsin” guy, so…)

Okay, first: thank you, again. This is very heartening for me to hear. One of my not-so-secret fanfic agendas is to teach at least a little history along the way (i.e. with DVLA, AITWW, Lighthouse AU, etc.), or make it relatively painless to learn since it comes with a heaping helping of pining gay idiots. So yes.

Second, I agree that that is a.... weird, to say the least, way for your actual professor to teach it. It sounds like he subscribes to the school of thought wherein you should just deliver the information in an objective vacuum and never make any attempt to contextualize, explain, critique, or otherwise teach you what to do with it, and that is... odd. I don't know if you go to school in one of the red states wherein history education has become excessively politicized -- if so, it might explain some of his caution, but still! That's not useful!

This is because you can't study the USSR, especially the late-stage USSR, without studying its collapse. That's like, one of the seminal major world events/end of the Cold War/end of the initial entire post-WWII paradigm. It has major implications for post-Soviet and modern Russian history (which is obviously, to say the least, important to understand right now), and for post-Cold War American and Western history. You don't need to start every class session with a lecture on why Communism Is Bad, but you do need to do more than recite the information and nothing else. Like, a reasonably good encyclopedia article could do that, and any scholarly monograph would likewise engage in more thoughtful and detailed critique!

Basically, "I can't teach in any detail why communism didn't work because that would mean I think communism is bad" is, to put it mildly, intensely baffling to me as an intellectual/pedagogical stance, and is certainly not going to produce students who are conversant with the actual practice of history, the practice of critical thinking, or indeed, the ultimate failures of the USSR as a geopolitical entity. Like... how do you NOT contextualize a system in any meaningful empirical way, such as how the idea of Marxism-Leninism was embedded into the particular historical setting of post-Bolshevik Russia and eventually the USSR??? Are you only reduced to talking about "communism" in some abstract way that has nothing to do with the actual particulars of the situation??? Why?? WHY???

Anyway: yes, my rant aside, the lighthouse AU obviously does go into detail on all that, and try to place it in both a personal human and a general historical context. I'm deeply flattered, again, that a fic I wrote and posted on AO3 for free and for fun is teaching more than your actual university course, but also. @ your professor: Turn on your location, I just wanna talk.

#anonymous #ask #history #soviet history #lighthouse au

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NIGHTWISH Welcomes Bassist JUKKA KOSKINEN As 'Official' Member

NIGHTWISH has announced the addition of bassist Jukka Koskinen (WINTERSUN) as an official member of the band. Koskinen, who made his live debut with NIGHTWISH in May 2021 at the band's two interactive experiences, had spent the last year touring with NIGHTWISH as a session musician.

Earlier today (Sunday, August 21),NIGHTWISH released the following statement via social media: "We're delighted to announce our dear friend Jukka Koskinen is officially inaugurated as a member of the band. We've been incredibly thankful to have him on our side while touring and it only feels natural to have him join the band officially."

Koskinen joined NIGHTWISH as the replacement for Marco Hietala, who announced his departure from NIGHTWISH in January 2021, explaining in a statement that he hadn't "been able to feel validated by this life for a quite a few years now."

Back in June 2021, Koskinen spoke to Kaaos TV about how he landed the NIGHTWISH gig. He said: "I received a phone call from the NIGHTWISH camp and was being asked if I would be interested [in] the bass player position regarding what has happened, that Marco has left the band. And, of course, obviously, when I got that phone call, I thought it was, like, 'Woah.' As an outsider, obviously, I couldn't think that, especially in NIGHTWISH, I couldn't think of it even that this sort of thing could happen. But, of course, life is life. And, yeah, absolutely, I immediately, of course, said that yes, definitely I would be interested."

He continued: "I always listened to NIGHTWISH; I always liked their music a lot. [It's] very soulful music. And then we made a few arrangements. [In April 2021], approximately, I was in Finland practicing. I had a meet-and-greet. We had a meet-and-greet before as well, but another one where we practiced together for the first time to see how, playing-wise, the chemistry was going, and get to know each other more. Kind of [like] an audition — obviously, of course. Any band who would find new guys to come in or so, you would need to have these things. I would do the same if I would be on the other side of the table, if you know what I mean. So, yeah, everything went good. After the audition thing, everything went very smoothly, and the guys said, 'You're in.' And what did I say more than with the happiest smile, I said back [to them], 'I'm in.' But we're talking, of course, as a session musician spot now for the upcoming 'Human. :II: Nature.' tour."

Asked if he had ever played any NIGHTWISH songs in the past, Jukka said: "No, I hadn't played [any of that material]. I've listened to NIGHTWISH ever since the early Spinefarm days, when they were [signed to the label] — [1998's] 'Oceanborn'; maybe from that [album] onwards. Music-wise, I played in the past with a few kind of, like, not similar, but maybe that style or genre of music in the past. But I never played NIGHTWISH music. That was kind of, like, from a player's point of view, I couldn't believe it that when I started practicing the songs, or trying them out even before everything was settled, I just thought that I would try it out, it just felt that my playing style is something that really fits to this — I had this feeling. And it was really, really, of course, great to see then afterwards, hearing from the other guys — they basically told me that 'it feels like you've always been playing bass here.' It felt very natural."

Koskinen made his live debut with NIGHTWISH at the band's two interactive "An Evening with Nightwish In a Virtual World" concert experiences that kicked off the "Human. :II: Nature." run. NIGHTWISH performed in a tavern called "The Islanders Arms" built in a virtual world for two nights. On both nights, the fans experienced a one-and-a-half-hour performance, hearing songs live off "Human. :II: Nature." for the first time ever. These two nights had their own, slightly different setlists.

In May 2021, NIGHTWISH keyboardist and main songwriter Tuomas Holopainen said that Hietala's decision to leave the band "came as a bit of a surprise." He added: "It was a really tough pill to swallow. And for a few days, I was actually quite confident that there's no coming back, that this is it. I remember talking to Emppu [Vuorinen], the guitar player, and we were, like, 'You think this is it?' 'Yeah, I think this is it.' I mean, enough is enough. So much has happened in the past. Something that broke the camel's back, as they say. Then, after some time had passed — a few days — we started to think that it's been such a ride of 25 years, with so many ups also, that this is not the way to end it."

Tuomas elaborated on NIGHTWISH's reasons for carrying on, saying: "I think we still have something to give, and that's the main point. The music is still there. We felt that there's still so much music that needs to come out from this band that, 'Okay, let's give it one more shot.' And then finding the new bass player was really easy."

He added: "It's not like we do this just because we need to do it and there's nothing else to do. On a personal level, I feel that there's still so many stories and melodies that I want to share with the world with one lineup or another, so that's why you want to continue and keep on going.

"I've said this a million times, that a lineup change is the ultimate energy vampire, and that's how it really felt and still feels."

"Human. :II: Nature." was released in April 2020. The follow-up to 2015's "Endless Forms Most Beautiful", "Human. :II: Nature." was a double album containing nine tracks on the main CD and one long track, divided into eight chapters, on CD 2.

Photo credit: Jeremy Saffer for NIGHTWISH

#Nightwish #2022 news

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KIWI | Harry’s Version Part 2

link to part one

March 13, 2016

I wake up in the morning to the sound of the front door closing and an empty bed. It takes me a moment to realize what's going on as I recall the events of last night. She left, damn it. I have to say after we had a conversation about our favorite breakfast foods last night I was actually excited to cook for her this morning. I sit up in the bed and groan as I shake from my sleepy drowse. I notice her clothes are still strewn about the room. She must've kept mine when she left, not that I mind.

I internally curse myself for not asking her surname. Maybe I could convince the club to let me look over their guest list? No that's too stalkerish.

Maybe if I go back tonight, she'll have the same idea and be there too? Surely she didn't want to leave so early. Maybe she just had somewhere to be...at...7:15 in the morning. Work perhaps? She did recognize my voice quite easily, maybe she had radio interviews or something to do?

Yeah that's optimistic and I know it. I just hope she left on good terms and doesn't regret it. That would make me feel like a right dick- especially since I enjoyed it so much.

I'm very grateful to have booked the studio to myself this morning to be able to maybe create something on my own. I'm not the best songwriter when it comes to writing without other people. It's hard for me to organize my thoughts and make them cohesive. I'm usually always working with other people because of that. I find it easier when there's someone I can bounce ideas off of. However, I do find it quite nice to take a moment to myself and write things out alone. Some of my songs are for me , not for the world.

I begrudgingly throw my legs over the side of the bed and force myself to get up. I'm typically a morning person, but Sienna's disappearance caught me off guard and left me in a bad mood.

I trudge into the kitchen and start the coffee pot. I put a couple slices of whole wheat bread in the toaster while I heat up a frying pan. I crack two eggs into the pan and tap the salt and pepper shakers over them as they cook.

The fruit bowl is nearly empty and I let out a huff as I grab the last avocado. I make a mental note to text my assistant to please pick up some more for me.

I carefully slice the green fruit and place it over the bread I had buttered, shuffling the over easy eggs on top of said toast. I finish it off with a dash of bagel seasoning - the most LA/American thing I've ever done.

I eat in uncomfortable silence, still processing the fact that she left. Have I always overthought this much? I don’t think I’ve been this infatuated with a girl since secondary school.

Maybe a run around the town will help me clear my thoughts? I finish up my breakfast and put my dishes in the sink after rinsing them. I head back into the bedroom to put on an old t shirt and some running shorts. I pair that with Nikes and a pair of sunglasses to help conceal my identity better, even though I’m only planning to run through my own closed off gated community. Lastly, I put my hair up into a bun to keep it out of the way.

I lock up the house and take off down the street. I run my usual route, trying to think of anything but her but it works to no avail. It seems I may have developed a little crush, not that I’d ever admit that to anyone but myself.

I run for probably close to an hour before I turn and head back towards home. I can’t forget I promised my mum I’d call her today. If I wait too long, it’ll be too late over there on the other side of the globe. I also need to send my sister a book recommendation she was looking for.

I make it back to the iron gate and let myself back in, hearing it automatically lock behind me and walk up the driveway, but not before I notice my acoustic guitar is still sitting in the backseat from the studio session I had yesterday. I don’t go back into the studio until Monday, but might as well write something before tomorrow that we can work on for the album. Or maybe not, maybe I’ll just keep it to myself. Therapy or whatnot.

I grab the guitar from the car and let myself back into the house to fill myself a glass of water before I take both to the back patio to do whatever it is I’m about to do.

I place my glass on the table next to me and get settle the guitar in my lap. I strum a quiet tune, not completely confident in the instrument in my hands. I’ve only started learning just recently in the past few years and the chord progression that’s been stuck in my head is particularly advanced.

I play it a few times before I’m comfortable enough to start singing along. I lick my lips before I start,

“You said ‘I wanna get to know ya’, Why you gotta get my hopes up? You said that you were staying over, but then I woke up to the cold air.” I sing softly. As soon as I started, I immediately knew I will never release this, not in a billion years. It’s not my vibe, but maybe it’s good to get it off my chest.

I continue, higher this time, “How could you make me believe, that there was something in between you and me, yeah? I look around and I don’t see you…

Where were you in the morning baby?”

I start to slap the guitar between each strum, creating a clapping sound, “You didn’t leave your number for me. Left me without a warning, baby. How do you, how do you just walk away? How do you, how do you just walk away?”

March 14, 2016

I show up for my second studio session of the week early, as usual. I had a productive morning, got up early, went for a run, and grabbed myself a green smoothie on the way here. I'm ready to write music.

"Good morning." I greeted Tyler and Jeff in the lobby. "The studio occupied?"

Tyler checks his watch, "Only until the hour. They've got three minutes to wrap up in there."

Jeff rolls his eyes, "It's Rowland in there, and she can be a bitch about studio time. I vote Styles has to go kick her out if she goes over."

"She's nice. What've you got against her?" Tyler laughs.

"She's fuckin' scary." Jeff admits and Tyler and I laugh.

"I'll go in there." I volunteer, "I'm sure she's just lost track of time."

In reality, I just want to meet her. Put a name to the face. Rowland is one of my favorite writers, it would be a dream to work with her in person.

She wrote for the band multiple times. She was actually the collaborator I was telling Sienna about the other night. We never met in person, but the writing process was one of my favorite experiences in the studio.

I'm about to knock on the door when I see the light near the door flicker on. They're recording. So instead of interrupting, I crack open the door to listen in. Like I said, her process has always fascinated me.

I first make eye contact with the guy behind the panel and he gives me a nod of acknowledgment before signaling for me to keep quiet.

Then my eyes meet her. Her back is facing me and I can see her long, brown, tangled hair. It looked like she'd rolled out of bed to get here, and somehow I found it admirable. Her nails were painted red and she donned bike shorts and a baggy tshirt. She sent the guy a thumbs up to start the track, once she'd adjusted the mic to her liking.

It's when she started to sing, that my eyes widened and I finally put two and two together. Sienna Fucking Rowland. No wonder Fools Gold is her favorite song, Fools Gold is her song.

I stared at her in shock as I listened to her shun her ex through song.

"Fuck that boy I'm over it." She waves her hand in the air. "I hope she gettin' some good sex. Hope she ain't fakin' out like I did, babe."

She has a stunning voice. Even when she's cursing.

"Took four long years to call it quits. Fuck that boy I'm over it." The guy behind the board begins dancing foolishly and I can't help but smile at their laid back energy.

"Guess I should say thank you for the hate yous and the bad news, oh baby, I'm cool by the way. Ain't sure I loved you, anyway. Go head, boy Imma live my life, my life, yeah." Sienna began swaying slightly as well.

"Don't hold back on me Sise." The guy orders over the mic.

She nods before belting the chorus, "Shout out to my ex, you're really quite the man. You made my heart break and that made me who I am. Heres to my ex, hey look at me now. Well I'm all the way up I swear you'll never bring me down. Shout out to my ex, you're really quite the man. You made my heart break and that made me who I am. Here's to my ex, hey look at me now. Well I'm all the way up I swear you'll never, you'll never bring me down."

She pulls off her headphones and even though I can't see her face, I can tell she's grinning. She gives the guy an air high five from inside the booth, and I can't help but applaud her as she exits the booth.

Her head snaps in my direction and I don't miss the look of horror that crosses her face. She tries to subtly move her hair over her neck to cover up the mark I made, but I notice.

I smirk, leaning my body against the doorway and crossing my arms over my chest.

"That was sick. Quite a badass song you've got going there." I compliment her, and I can't help but find the flush of her cheeks endearing.

She didn't budge for a moment, seemingly stuck in place. So I spoke again,

"Y'know, I didn't realize I was in the presence of such a legend the other night. Shoulda asked for an autograph." I joke.

"But I think this'll do for now." I tease as I gesture to the hickey on my neck left by her, hoping to see her blush again.

Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise and her mouth hangs open slightly. Her friend is behind the soundboard frozen in place as he watches our encounter. Perhaps I'm being too bold? I don't fucking know. It's been ages since I liked a girl, let alone been allowed to speak to one without permission.

"I mean, you are the Sienna Rowland, right?" I continue, "You wrote for the band. Fools Gold, Infinity, like a bunch of our songs. I never got to meet you in person during all that time."

I truly am at a loss for words at how we have never crossed paths up until this point.

"I...yeah, I did." She shrugs, looking down at the floor as her face gets redder.

All of a sudden, she begins collecting things in a rush heading for the doorway. I can feel my face falter when I realize she's about to leave.

"Uh, sorry for cutting into your studio time." She apologizes, keeping her head ducked down.

"It's not a problem," I wave off her apology with a smile. What happened to the rumored 'bitch about studio time'? "Song is sick, gonna be a hit I'm sure."

"Um, thank you." She accepts the compliment, despite her flustered state. I'm enjoying this way too much.

"I...excuse me." She mumbles when she starts to head for the door since my body is taking up much of the door frame.

I shifted slightly, letting her through but couldn't help but grab her wrist as she slipped past me. I need to see her again.

"You snuck out on me, didn't get a chance to save your number." I point out, looking into her deep blue eyes.

"Sorry, but what I did the other night was unprofessional and very out of character for me, I hope you can understand." She rushes out with shake of her head.

I felt my heart drop and my mood shift. She thought it was a mistake? I mean, it definitely wasn't the most rational decision of my life but I can't say I regret it all that much.

"Good luck with your session." She offers a sympathetic smile when she notices my shift in demeanor, before turning and walking to the exit.

Her friend/producer...boyfriend...? Whoever he was he started scrambling to follow her like a lost puppy.

"Uh...it's very n-nice to meet you sir. I'm Luke." He stutters out with a short nod my way, before sprinting down the hall after her.

I could see them just beyond the glass doors talking animatedly toward each other. More-so Luke. They seem to be fighting, but I can't really tell...fuck. Are they...together?

I have to shake the thoughts away before I think about it too hard. I don't know anything, I'm probably just reading too far into it.

I jump when I feel Jeff's hard on my shoulder, "That was quick."

I shrug, "Yeah, they were just finishing up." I tell him.

"And did she tell you off for interrupting, or did she make her little boy toy do it for her?" He laughs and I tense.

"Jeff, you know full well that only happened twice. And you were being an ass both those times." Tyler laughs. "She probably swooned at the sight of H."

“Please,” Jeff scoffs. “She’s too busy worshiping the ground that Luke guy walks on to swoon over this guy.”

Fuck. She’s definitely with the guy.

“Alright, well H, got anything less depressing we can write about today.” Jeff asks.

I’ve found the best way to get over something is to write about it. This next one is dedicated to you, Miss Rowland.

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Song - Where Were You in the Morning by Shawn Mendes

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Love you all!! Thanks for being here

- Claire xx

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Hey, Guys! It’s been awhile and my brain won’t shut up, so you know what that means—It’s Theory Time!

Ok, hear me out, y’all. I’m about to ramble on about this, and I’m either going to be making a lot of sense, or sound like a complete madman. Try to follow along, because I write things down in the order they appear in my brain, so it’s probably going to be a little sporadic. Please enjoy my yap session.

Ahem- Todays Topic: Red and MissingNo. (This is sort of building off of my last theory about them, so just keep that in mind.)

I want you all to know that if this actually happens, I called it- But, this entire theory came from this idea. And that idea is both very simple, and very complex:

My Idea is that MissingNo has already done to Red what Red will (inevitably) do to us.

And what is that, my fellow theorists? Use us.

Yes—I firmly believe that Red will try to use us should we ever prove ourselves to be trustworthy. After all, he’s already used/manipulated Professor Ace Maple. So, why wouldn’t he also try his hand at manipulating the Players? What reason would he have to not try and use us?

Now, you’re probably all thinking: “Wow, Red’s a crazy evil scheming little bastard-“ BUT NO! Hear me out- Red is not the villain here. No, Red is not completely innocent in all this; and Yes, Red is mentally unstable—how could he not be after spending upwards of 28 years alone in the broken remnants of his home—but Red is not the bad guy. MissingNo is. Ketsuban is the scheming bastard.

Are you still here? Good! Lock in right about now, because I’m about to get more rambly than a raccoon. Things might seem a little wack here, but just remember—these are my thoughts. Nothing here is concrete.

Alright! Hear me out y’all- Let’s talk about MissingNo, or at least, what I think about MissingNo. My initial observation about the Glitch was that MissingNo was a parasite, but now, I’m starting to think that Red and MissingNo have a more “symbiotic” relationship.

What I’m thinking here, is that MissingNo has invested in a long-term plan by latching onto Red. Think about this: MissingNo can’t get out of the distortion on its own. It needs help to reach the new world, to be summoned or pulled out by other means. If Leaf and Red met in Glitch City all those years ago, MissingNo must have seen that escape is not impossible them. After all, Leaf got out. So perhaps it’s taking a chance by latching onto the only other Player Character in hopes that, he too, would escape—and take it with him.

Think about this, too. Let’s take a moment to look at Red. Red is super skinny and malnourished, so he’s probably physically weak. He’s isolated and alone, which likely makes him mentally weak. And (while this is just an observation on my part, mostly taken from context clues and other pieces of art) Red can’t die. He’s weak, mentally beaten down, and cannot die. That would make Red THE perfect host for MissingNo—especially if MissingNo can play its cards right by manipulating him.

I believe that MissingNo has been plotting on Red’s downfall since day one. I believe that MissingNo has latched onto Red and allowed him to believe that he’s the one in control—when it’s really the Glitch that’s been pulling the strings.

Red has his own goal when it comes to escaping Glitch City—and that’s to go back home. He wants to go back to his family, his friends, his loved ones. But MissingNo doesn’t care about that. MissingNo doesn’t care about what Red wants. MissingNo only cares about what MissingNo wants. And what MissingNo wants—is out.

Red’s so mentally broken that he probably can’t see what’s going to happen. And if he can, he’s probably too desperate to care. Maybe he thinks he can handle it somehow, but I don’t know how he could.

We are Red’s ticket to freedom, just as Red is MissingNo’s way out. I think that Red, upon escaping, will backstab us, betraying us no matter how many promises we make with him—only to then turn around and be backstabbed by MissingNo, who will abandon him, leave him weak and alone, forced to watch as he corrupts and destroys the world Red wanted to desperately to be a part of again.

In short, freeing Red is not the problem. Red is fine. It’s MissingNo that makes it an issue. MissingNo is Red’s plus one, and it doesn’t look like it has any intention of letting him go until he’s outlived his usefulness. Trust and believe that I want Red to be free. I want to give Red his life back. But if MissingNo gets out—it’s GAME OVER for EVERYONE. Red included.

If MissingNo is allowed to go free, then the world of Missing Numbers and its characters are doomed. Fire would be doomed, Leaf would be doomed, Blue would be doomed, all of the other characters that we haven’t even met yet would be doomed. All of it. Red would be able to do nothing but watch as his only other place to belong is turned into a duplicate of Glitch City, as the people he knew and loved were reduced to nothing but a mess of glitches, forced to listen to broken sound bytes of his family’s dying screams on repeat forever as he gets put right back where he started—but with no hope of returning home and left with a crushing feeling of guilt, knowing that everything he cares about is gone and it’s all his fault.

But think about if Arceus saw all of this happening and decided to reset the whole world. Who’s to say he wouldn’t just get rid of Red for real this time? Everything that would have proven his existence to other characters would have been destroyed by MissingNo, so if Red goes and the world is reset, there would be nothing to say that he ever existed. Nobody would remember him, and Missing Numbers would be as close to modern-day canon Kanto as possible. It would just be FireRed, Leaf, and Blue. Just like it was supposed to be.

Hoo boy- Okay. I… think that’s it? Probably. If not and I left some gaps In my sleepy, 3 am brain ramblings, I’m sure y’all can fill in the gaps. Again, this is just my thoughts and ideas. It’s a theory. You don’t have to like it, or you could just take bits and pieces from this—it’s your choice. I’m just rambling about what I think.

Last minute ramblings about things before the end:

Hey look guys, it’s a theory that wasn’t about Fire for once-

Okay, on a serious note—can we NOT push the envelope with Leaf? Seriously. Like, pushing her for answers is like making an attempt on her life. We gotta play the game. We gotta be in it for the long con. Everything that we need to know has to come out with time—either from her or from other sources. She knows that we know. And she knows that we know that she knows. We’re aware. So let’s just chose to ignore it for now and try to be friends with her. After all, lying about what we are to each other just makes things easier for us both, right?

OKAY! That’s actually it this time. If there was anything else, I’ve since forgotten it because I’ve been writing this for a couple hours on and off. That’s all my ramblings for now. Sorry that got so long. Have a good day, y’all!

#mn theories

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hellobengski · 1 year

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February 07, 2023

Tuesday, 9:30pm

Echoes from the past, unwanted thoughts, uncontrollable emotions, it just wouldn’t stop.

2017 was the last therapy session I had – because I thought I needed already. There were lots of changes since then, somehow I was able to cope with different environment around my town. I was complacent enough to know that I was making it to the peak of utopian feeling – that everything is just okay.

Maybe it’s not enough to think that I’m okay. Maybe in the same process of listening to another psychiatrist, I hope I can take away some words that could help me survive. I am always adept at juggling personalities towards people I meet or work with, can easily go along with the vibe especially when outdoor activities, but surprisingly, over the past months of isolating myself, I find the comfort of being alone. This has been hard for me -- to the extent of having conscious dilemma between trying so hard and just letting it all go.

When I’m at my best version of myself, there’s this complete notion that I can surpass things beyond my expectations. I think it’s what I’m used to. I lead, perform, and affiliate myself in different kinds of events in which I think I can contribute. You name it. But for some reason – I’m losing it again. And this has been my fear. This is the worst case scenario to be in. I’ve worked so hard with my past struggles to get into where I am right now. But why does it need to happen again?

29th of January, 2023, Sunday afternoon, I forced myself to get out of my room. Familiar faces from the church, typical lunch routine, chitchats and coffee talks – everything was completely fine. I even went out with my parents and their friends, and visited this very calming farm. The house was literally in the middle of rice fields, had to walk at least 10 minutes from the highway in which you can hear the sound of streamed river. The weather was cold and so it was also nice to stay a little bit longer for dinner. And then I met this young boy, 10 years old I think, surprised me with our conversation. He shared his interests with buildings and architecture, how he prefers to have more girl friends over boys. But what hit me was when he said he enjoys being more alone but not lonely. He just knew he’s way smarter than his classmates, but he wishes to be more accepted and could fit in.

Maybe we were once like him, enjoying things on our own and yet there will always be people out there who will never be in line with you. And that is okay. The reality of this world is not how it seems to be but hope is all we try to acquire and manifest. And this is also why I am choosing myself. Not that it may sound or look selfish, but I just have to. I’m choosing myself because at the end of the day, she’s that person I can genuinely express myself with.

Tomorrow at 5pm, I will be meeting my new therapist. This entire feeling of being unknown on what could happen, or to even acknowledge the root of pain fears me. All I ever wanted is peace of mind --- clarity. I just want it to go away. I genuinely want to let go at my own pace. I don’t want anyone to rush or dictate my process in healing. This is where I will have to start all over again.

I just hope and pray my parents won’t get tired of me. It’s not even what I want in my head and body. I couldn’t even control it. It overwhelms me.

When this is all over, I am coming back to what is sacred and valuable to me. I will live my life how it’s supposed to be whether there may be ups or downs. Everything single thing will pass.

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coffeebeancookiecrk · 2 years

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Pure vanilla cookie x reader (fem) smut please ?

ask and you shall receive! this actually became one of my favorites that i’ve written <3

title ; pure love warnings ; none, just fluff & smut c; wc ; ~1k

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stifled moans accompanied with soft giggles echoed between the looming bookshelves. the dauntingly large lecture rooms were the last place the two of you wanted to be, thus the empty library was the ideal place to skip class together; this was especially true since the professors were busy and the librarians never patrolled while class was in session. being caught before today would have only led to a slap on the wrist; however, the predicament the two of you were currently in would call for much harsher punishment if found out. together the two of you were acting upon impure actions that betrayed his own namesake. his robe, which covered your naked bodies, was situated directly underneath one of the many ‘quiet’ signs that were currently a mocking reminder for you both. he was on top of you, staring with wide heterochromatic eyes at your naked body, his gaze and the tip of his dick pressing against your soaked entrance were both causing your body to feel hotter by the second.

“my, but you are so beautiful.” pure vanilla muttered in awe for the tenth time since the two of you had snuck into the library.

another little giggle escaped your lips upon hearing the wonderment in his tone, “you can do more than just look, you know?” you took one of his hands into yours, pressing his palm to one of your breasts. his hand started to shake against your nipple, his body frozen in surprise from his hand suddenly pressing against your tender breast. even though his face was quickly becoming just as red as yours he still somehow maintained his composed and calm exterior. a true to-be king demeanor if you’ve ever seen one.

his eyes abruptly turned sorrowful as he looked at you, his question asked in a mere whisper, doubts circling his thoughts, “are you certain you desire to do this with me? i’m honestly quite nervous.”

his question caught you off guard for a moment, “of course i want to, i love you and i want to be with you. we knew what we were getting into together, it just took some time to find a place where we wouldn’t be disrupted.” you alluded to the fact he was never without someone trying to protect him, or teach him, or serve him, thus making it difficult to get any alone time with him. even after trying to comfort him he still looked worried, so you leaned up to embrace him before muttering against the curve of his neck, “but i need you to know that if you are having second thoughts then we can stop at any time and i promise it won’t change anything between us.”

you felt him shake his head side-to-side quickly, “no, i don’t want to stop. i don’t even want the day to end when i am with you and after today i do not believe i will ever want to sleep without you by my side.” with that proclamation, he gently leaned you back down before bringing his mouth to yours in a gentle kiss that you swore made time itself slow down to a near crawl. without breaking the kiss he pressed his hips into you, the tip entering inside of you. this action would have made you moan loudly if not for his lips muffling your noises, making you whimper instead against his mouth. as the two of you continued onward, the world and all its silly responsibilities that neither you nor he had asked for began to disappear for the first time ever from your mind - the only thing that mattered right now was currently wrapped in your arms and kissing you lovingly. he only broke the kiss to ask you one simple question, “may i move?”

“please do,” your little beg of a reply earned you a well-deserved whine from him. he slid himself out of you, taking the pace nice and slow so he could feel every single inch of you. he acted as if you were made of glass and he was scared of accidentally breaking you, his pace unhurried and steady. while he continued to thrust at a tantalizing pace, his hand stayed on your breast, gently rolling the suppleness underneath his callous-free palm. his cock continued exploring you, pressing against your warm walls and going deeper with each thrust. you finally allowed your back to fully rest against the cold tile flooring below, the pleasure he was causing made you feel as if you were melting against the flooring below regardless of the chilliness beneath. all of your senses relaxed against his touch, his thrusts, his small pecks, but soon you felt a growing heat in your lower region. before you had realized it, little moans were escaping not just your mouth, but his as well.

you see his lips begin to tremble as he tried and failed to stay composed while within you. soon, the to-be king demeanor was long gone and, instead, his mouth hung open to accommodate his panting and his eyes were squeezed tightly shut. meanwhile, you weren’t fairing much better, squirming underneath him from the intensified heat spreading across your body, almost as if you were now melting into lava. you grasped his long blonde hair upon feeling his pace quicken, his body beginning to move on its own the closer he got. your plans to stay quiet and hidden nearly fell apart as, suddenly, you heard the beginning of a loud groan erupt from him. reacting quickly, you clasped your hands over his open mouth, muffling his noises; however, the tightening of his cock within you combined with its shuddering release caused your clasped hands to shake before coming undone along with a wave of euphoria washing over you. your jaw stiffened in a failed attempt to keep yourself from whining out your pleasure, your noises instead coming out as soft high-pitched whimpers. the two of you stayed completely still while enjoying each other’s embrace and coming down from your orgasmic highs, only your panting a sign that there was anyone underneath the robe at all.

the chime of a nearby clock caused both of you to jump. you two shared a shocked glance upon realizing that time did not, in fact, slow down during your bout of lovemaking. you both got up in a rush once the realization hit that class was let out. you both grabbed clothes and threw them on, not caring if they were inside-out or even if they belonged to the other, all the while shared laughter once again echoed throughout the looming bookshelves.

a voice brought you out of your memories, “what are you doing, my love? your expression is so peaceful.”

you smile as you watch pure vanilla place his crown onto the bedside table before climbing into bed next to you, “i’m just remembering our first time.”

his eyes open for a split second before closing tightly while a tiny, embarrassed smile appears on his face, “oh dear, we were quite mischievous back then. we could have easily been expelled for our actions and reprimanded harshly. i might have not even been able to marry you-”

“come now,” you interrupt his ramblings and take his hands into yours, “don’t stress about what happened in the past.”

your warm touch causes him to visibly relax, “ah, but you are right. i have a beautiful queen and a wonderful kingdom. everything worked out for the best.”

you grin, leaning over to kiss him goodnight, “indeed, and now we only need to look forward to our future together.”

#pure vanilla cookie #pure vanilla x reader #pure vanilla cookie smut #crk smut #crk x reader #cookie run x reader #crk #cookie run #pure vanilla smut #cookie run x fem reader #cookie run kingdom #bean.writes

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bubbledumbbinch · 3 years

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Hi, there! I'm new here! Can I get the dorm leaders' (including Jamil's) reaction to their fem! s/o who suddenly passes out due to stress and when she wakes up, she tearfully confesses that she was traumatized by their Overblots. What can they do to comfort her? Fluff/angst combo. Please and thanks!

Yes yes! I will only be including the people who have overblotted so far so no Ignihyde or Diasomnia yet!

I also am sorry I just didn’t want to make s/o faint in all scenarios? I did in most tho!! Sorry >< I hope this is okay!!

Also also, sorry I haven’t posted in SO long!! I just came back from 2 vacations including a week long trip to Disney world!!

Warnings: angst, spoilers for everyone’s chapters I guess?

Riddle Rosehearts

In the following weeks of Riddle’s overblot, he was working to try to be a better leader to Heartslabyul. However, old habits don’t die very easily. You saw Riddle’s wrath once again when he scolded some students who had gotten into a fight and had promptly used his unique magic.

“OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!” His voice resounded off the walls and the harshness of his voice brought awful flashbacks into your mind. Then, everything went black.

When you wake, Riddle is over your body, his large grey eyes were scanning over you panicked. When he asked what happened, you broke down and told him that you remembered his overblot and fainted.

Riddle’s guilt would skyrocket. He never intended to hurt so many people including one of his closest friends Trey and especially not you. Even after a few weeks he didn’t realize it would weigh so much on so many others.

Riddle would turn red from shame while hiding his face in the crook of your neck. As he starts to chant “I’m sorry”s over and over, he starts to sob shakily, also making you start to release the tears that were in your eyes.

Riddle takes care of you personally - brings you to bed, attempts to cooks for you, studies with you, anything he can do to gain your trust back.

“I- I’ll be better. A better person. For you, for everybody in Heartslabyul, for me.” Riddle was hiccuping from crying. You kissed Riddle’s cheek and stroked it, trying to wipe his tears from his face. “I know, Riddle. I can see you trying every day and you’re getting better and better.” It was true. You personally saw him interacting with students and knew his relationship with everyone was improving. With time, things will get a lot easier to process emotions and the feelings from that eventful day.

Leona Kingscholar

Leona’s practice session for Magift wasn’t going as planned. You noticed he was getting angrier and angrier with his poor plays while sitting on the sidelines.

When he finally had enough he grabbed the disc and turned it into sand, growling in anger. He shouted at his teammates and physically threatened them.

You felt your heart stop as your boyfriend continued to scream. The last thing you saw before falling was Epel’s shocked face as you hit the ground.

When you woke up, the team members were all circled around you, only to be scared away by Leona’s growling.

When you admitted you had PTSD from his overblot, he looked away in shame. The beastman didn’t say much - it’s not like he COULD say anything. He knew he was wrong at that moment but he was only frustrated at the game.

Leona tries to spend more time with you by pulling you into his arms when he naps. He mumbles softly about being sorry and telling you he loves you. You know that it’s a lot for him to even do that, so it means a lot to you.

As Leona held you in his arms, you couldn’t help but tighten your arm’s grip on his. “My little herbivore… I’m sorry..” It was a whisper. Almost quiet enough to the point of you not hearing it. Soon after, the soft rise and fall of his chest indicated he was asleep. Leona’s pride was high. He never expressed his feelings through words - but feeling his arms embrace you protectively, you knew how sorry he was and how regretful he was to make you feel so upset.

Azul Ashengrotto

It had been a few months since you’d seen Azul overblot. You figured everything had gone back to normal - you were dating steadily, which was going well, and Azul treated you well.

One day though, he lost his control. Under his own stress and when his business affairs weren’t going as well as planned, he blew up and you heard him scream at someone from the outside the VIP room - all too familiar to the yelling he did when he overblotted.

You felt stuck - your feet were planted outside of his office and your nerves got the better of your motor functions. You knew you loved Azul but that moment when you saw his insecurities and too much power getting a hold of him, you were truly scared. You barely remember registering any memories as things started to fade.

“Shrimpy wake up!!” You were suddenly being shaken about, earning a gasp from you. Azul sighed next to Floyd and Jade. He asked you what had happened - he found you outside his office in a daze.

Once you truthfully told him about your memories of his overblot his expression fell. Azul was emotional and his feelings of rejection would flare up. You would need to tell him you still love him because something in him will tell him you don’t.

Azul spoils you a bit and makes sure you are not present or in the area, working in the lounge only when he isn’t dealing with complicated contracts.

Azul is also happy you weren’t traumatized due to the fact you saw his octopus form - he was very worried about that possibility.

“Angelfish, tell me, what is it you want? Anything, I’ll give it to you, please just forgive me…” Azul tearfully grasped your hands in his, glasses fogging up. It was seldom at times you saw Azul break his smile. “A-Azul, you can’t just give me something to make me forget. I need to process this and I wouldn’t be surprised if other people need to, as well. Just… be there for me.” You spoke, rubbing his cheek with your thumb as your hand cupped his face. Azul freely let his tears run down his face. “Of course, angelfish. I promise.”

Jamil Viper

You were simply looking over at the view of the desert sand from the common room of Scarabia. It wasn’t long after Jamil’s overblot.

Things have changed in the dynamic of the dorm - him and Kalim were closer now that suppressed feelings could be free, Jamil gained the trust back from most if not all the members, and you both started dating.

The more you stared into the distance, the more it reminded you of that fateful day. Visions of the dark red stormy sky invaded your thoughts while you swore you could hear Jamil’s sinister laughter growing louder and louder.

Memories being hurled from the dorm to the cold desert sand invaded your senses as you fell to the ground.

When you opened your eyes, you flinched back when you saw Jamil so close to you, making his eyes look hurt. Jamil would surround you with soft pillows and a silk sheet he must have borrowed from Kalim.

Once he finally pries your feelings out of you after you don’t want to tell him the truth, Jamil looks pained. He didn’t want to hurt you.

Jamil would give you time to think, knowing how much alone time is valued. Whether you want him to give you space or spend time with him is up to you.

“I’m, I’m sorry, y/n…” his eyes dropped to look at the floor, ashamed. “I’ll give you some time alone to think about our relationship, if that’s what you want.” The weight he added to the bed was lifted as the raven haired boy started to walk away. “No, Jamil, please stay with me.” Your voice seemed to shock him. He turned and looked at you, surprised. “I like you for you. I know you were having a hard time, and it was scary for you too. We can get stronger together! So please… don’t leave me.” You pleaded, cursing your voice for sounding weaker than you intended. Jamil’s brown eyes softened and a smile, a genuine one at that, made its way to his face.

Vil Schoenheit

Surprise surprise, Vil was checking the internet search results to see who the most beautiful one of all was. Vil had recently shot a movie and the trailer had come out an hour prior.

When the phone had still said the name he dreaded, he threw his phone down in frustration, making you flinch. He didn’t even know you were in the vicinity, you were in the hallway looking into his room as his back faced you in his room.

When you spoke his name softly, he replied callously in his response, making you freeze. His demeanor was mean to say the least, his eyes looked tired and he just looked angry.

It reminded you all too much of his overblot, which happened a few weeks back. You slowly backed into a wall and started to whimper.

Vil would realize his errors quickly and come running to your aid. He coos and strokes your hair, telling you he was sorry for lashing out. When you tell him it reminded you of his overblot, guilt racks through him.

Vil hugs you tightly and apologizes over and over. He would definitely be one to spend an entire day devoted to spoiling you, taking you to your favorite restaurant, giving you personalized facials, and shopping with you.

Vil knows this won’t resolve the issue, but he’s going to let you know how much you mean to him and how sorry he is, over time.

Vil looked over your shaking form with trembling hands. His soft, slender hands came to grasp your own. “Y/N, Y/N please answer me..!” You could only look away. “Vil, it reminded me of your… your overblot! I’m sorry…” your tears flowed freely now, staining your cheeks. You always thought you looked ugly when you cried so this only felt like salt in the wound. When Vil looked at you now, his eyes were looking into yours, deeper into you than what you physically offered. “I… that must have been scary for you, Y/N. I’m truly, so sorry. You had to see an ugly side of me that I never want to come out again.”

#twst x reader #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst imagines #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #twst x you #overblot #twst dorm leaders

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spiderlilyserendipity · 3 years

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Obviously, pretty!

JJK x female reader

Tags: established relationship, rainy day sex, washing dishes together, soft domestic things yk, probably the most vanilla smut i’ve ever written on this account hahaha thank u for cleansing my mind with ur request anon, forehead kisses, i didn’t need to tag that but i Needed to tag that u feel me?

Warnings: none

WC: 2137

If there’s anything you know about your boyfriend, it’s that if he can’t go to the gym, he will pout all day.

After going too hard in dance practice, Jungkook ends up too sore to go to the gym one day. His trainer must’ve heard from the choreographer that Jungkook overdid himself, which is why Jungkook’s trainer told him their session for today was cancelled.

“What am I supposed to dooo if I can’t work out on my day off!” Jungkook complains, wrapping his arms around your waist as you wash dishes.

“You could help your wife clean the house.” You joke, knowing it’s your turn to wash dishes anyway since Jungkook made breakfast (or rather brunch) this morning.

You feel Jungkook smile, his cheek fluffing up where it’s pressed against yours. His face gets a little hot whenever you call yourself his wife, but you know he likes it. The two of you are college sweethearts, starting to date in secret shortly after meeting in first year. Fast forward six years and everything has changed. Your doe-eyed college boyfriend is no longer just an idol but part of the most successful band in the world. And not only that, he’s getting a master’s in business, a slightly confusing decision but one that you respect nonetheless.

You yourself have changed, too. You’re now a business woman, working in a skyscraper in Seoul, and doing considerably well for being only two years out of college. You make good money, and Jungkook does too, and you share this high-rise apartment together. Every year, you and Jungkook sneak away to Busan at least once or twice to meet his parents and your own parents have already begun asking when they’re getting grandchildren. So it’s safe to say it’ll only be a matter of time until Jungkook puts a ring on it anyway.

No one knows, but that’s what makes it special.

“Can’t do that.” Jungkook answers, pretending like your flirting didn’t affect him.

You smile as you rinse another plate off. “Why’s that?”

“It’s raining. If I do work while it rains I’ll get sleepy.” Jungkook pouts.

You laugh, rinsing a cloth under the tap and putting it in his hand. “Go wipe down the stovetop. It should be cold by now.”

Obediently, Jungkook lets go of you to do as you said. But you realize he hasn’t let the joke go when he pouts at you. “Okay, work done. Let’s go lay down.”

“Baby, you’ve literally done concerts in the rain.” You tell him.

“I don’t even do concerts. I’m a business major.” Jungkook lies unconvincingly, his cheeks turning pink. You giggle, finishing up the last of the dishes.

“Fine, you big baby. Let’s go lay down.” You take his hand and lead him back to the bedroom. Jungkook shuts the door behind you. You take off the sweatshirt you were wearing to wash dishes (one of Jungkook’s), tossing it aside.

“Babe, that’s not neat!” Jungkook insists, but you whirl around and quiet him with a long kiss.

“You didn’t ask me to come here to do our laundry, Jungkookie. You and I both know that.” You tell him. Jungkook bites his lip, looking at your pretty lips.

“I guess that’s true.” He grins, and you grin back.

You wrap your arms around his neck and Jungkook leans down, picking you up into his arms with ease. You wrap your legs around his waist as he bounces you in place slightly, hands cupping your ass softly. You love many things about Jungkook, but you especially love how special he makes you feel each time.

Jungkook lays you down like a newlywed bride, pressing soft kisses on your cheeks, forehead, even your nose.

You giggle at him and he smiles down at you, warm and safe and entirely Jungkook. “I love you.” You whisper, stroking your thumb along his cheekbone, admiring that little scar on his cheek for the millionth time.

“Not as much as I love you.” Jungkook says, laying himself down on top of you and starting to kiss you again, this time with more passion.

“Hhh, Jungkook.” You whimper, tangling a hand in his hair.

When you separate this time, Jungkook sits up to take off his shirt. You run your hand down his sculpted abdomen, over his sweet, pretty waist and his toned stomach. You sit up to kiss along his chest, making him hiss as you make love marks in places his shirt will cover. No one knows, except you two. And you love it like that.

Jungkook tucks his hands under the light tank top you’re wearing, making you gasp at how cold his hands are. Jungkook laughs under his breath at your reaction. “I told you rainy days are bad for me.”

“Well that’s why I’m here to warm you up.” You joke, which makes Jungkook giggle.

“What would I do without you?” He says exaggeratedly, but his eyes tell you he means it. With that, Jungkook begins kissing along your neck as he works your tank top up. Since it’s just the two of you, you seldom wear a bra around the house. You moan as Jungkook pulls the tank top over your head, then in one swift motion presses you down into the bed.

Jungkook slots his thigh between your legs as he starts kissing you lower. He licks and bites gently at your nipples, making you writhe in pleasure. You watch through half-lidded eyes as he makes love marks on the tops of your breasts and around them, kissing down your stomach to your shorts.

He glances up at you for consent, and you nod.

He pulls your shorts and panties off in one clean movement, tossing them to the side despite having just told you to be neater. You grin at Jungkook’s eagerness, but the smile slides off your face when Jungkook wraps his lips around your clit.

Slowly, Jungkook gets you wetter and wetter until your inner thighs are shiny with arousal. Only when you’re whimpering does Jungkook insert his fingers into you, one to ease you and then a second to stretch you. Even after all this time, Jungkook pays special attention to your body.

He’s so slow and gentle today that you actually get a bit needy. “Jungkookie.” You sigh. Jungkook sits up, knowing that you’re already close.

“I know, baby. You’re doing so well.” Jungkook praises, kissing you all over, down your neck and along your collarbone. You watch as Jungkook takes his sweats and underwear off, then grabs a bottle of lube from the bedside drawer. You stopped using condoms when you moved in together (around two years ago) since you’re on birth control. Jungkook always has you ready to take him after some foreplay, but he’s told you he dislikes doing it without lube.

You watch Jungkook lube himself up, then align himself to your entrance. He places one palm on the side of your waist, kissing you quickly on the forehead. “Ready?” He checks with you again. You nod.

You pant quietly as Jungkook enters, both from arousal and his size. It has been years since you did this together for the first time, but Jungkook’s size is always a surprise to you somehow. You like to be stubborn and say you don’t need lube to take him, but you both know you’d need at least a bit for his size.

You pull him in even closer, burying his head in your shoulder. As he bottoms out, you moan his name quietly.

Jungkook smirks, knowing he has you in the palm of his hand. You pull him in for a kiss, this one full of tongue and passion. Jungkook feels your desperation and lets you have control for a moment, just to let you burn off steam. But then, he’s angling his head in and pressing you into the pillow, and you don’t stand a chance under how good he’s making you feel.

“Baby, I need it.” You beg breathlessly. Jungkook smiles faintly at your shyness to say the word “come” in bed, even after all this time.

“Need what, baby?” He teases you, knowing full well you’ll never use dirty talk unless he pushes you to that point. You whine at his teasing. Jungkook kisses your shoulder. “I’m kidding. I know my pretty girl is too shy for words like that.”

“I’m not shy!” You protest shyly. “We-We’re having sex right now! I’m not shy at all!”

Jungkook snorts. “Great observation, genius. Any other amazingly dirty comments?”

You’re starting to squirm under Jungkook’s intense gaze, knowing you always lose at this game. “I want to have a baby!” You announce.

Jungkook laughs. “Give me time to buy a ring at least.”

You’re shocked. “Really?” You ask, eyes wide like someone who Christmas came early for.

Jungkook flicks your nipple with one hand, making you cry out. “Obviously, pretty.” He says confidently, making you think he’s thought about it before. You blush and Jungkook looks at you like you’re an angel he’s captured in his own hands. “Now if you’re done being raunchy and nasty, can we get off? My hips were already sore but having a conversation in this position is even worse than the gym.”

“Baby!” You gasp, scandalized.

Jungkook pretends to look scandalized too. “I said let me buy a ring first!”

You groan into his shoulder, knowing he won again. Jungkook laughs, then starts to pick up the pace of his thrusts.

You let out little strings of moans and pants as Jungkook continues to fill you up and make you feel good. You wrap your arms around Jungkook’s back, holding him close as he fucks into you. You tilt your head back and close your eyes at the pleasure. All you hear are Jungkook’s moans and the rain falling outside your window. At one moment, you wonder if it’s cold out, but then you realize it doesn’t matter. You’re warmer than anything else in Jungkook’s strong arms.

“J-Jungkook--” You feel the pleasure building, about to come.

“I know, baby.” Jungkook says, laying you down all the way again and holding you under his weight as he picks up his pace. Jungkook looks at you, watching your face tighten at every euphoric thrust. “Doing so well baby, almost there. Fuck, my pretty girl.” He showers you in praise and kisses, words falling from his mouth so fast you know he isn’t filtering any of his thoughts at the moment. You love that too, you love everything about him.

Finally, Jungkook’s hips begin to stutter, and he reaches down to rub your clit. You arch your back as you come, Jungkook filling you up shortly after. As you come down from your highs, Jungkook rolls over onto his side, still inside you. He spoons you, tugging the covers on top for a quiet moment.

You find it surprising since Jungkook is quite fussy about cleanliness, wanting to get you in the shower and to air out the room relatively soon after sex. But today he doesn’t even slip his cock out of you, choosing to be nestled deep inside you. It feels warm, but you like it.

“K-Kookie. Why aren’t we getting cleaned up?” You ask.

Jungkook smiles at your tone with his eyes closed. “If you want to get pregnant we have to keep the come inside, don’t we?” He says. You smack his arms which are wrapped around your waist, making him chuckle.

Jungkook cranes his head to make eye contact with you. You look at his sweaty bangs which Jungkook pushed back from his face near the end but fell back onto his forehead messily anyway. It’s the most beautiful sight you know. “Just kidding. I’m just tired today. We’ll shower after resting for a bit, unless you don’t like this.”

You realize now that Jungkook must truly be exhausted from work yesterday. You cup his face, stroking it quietly. “I don’t… hate it.” You admit.

Jungkook’s eyes darken. “Watch your words, pretty girl.” He warns you. “I only have so much self-control and your dad will beat my ass if I get you pregnant without putting a ring on it.”

“Do you really have to go and mention my dad right now?” You whine. “And anyway, no one can beat your ass. You’re 6 feet of solid muscle and have a sleeve tattoo, no one would try.”

Jungkook laughs. “Okay fair, no more mentioning my father-in-law from now on.” He says, making you groan in complaint again. Jungkook smiles fondly at you. “But you know I meant that, right? I want to marry you someday and have kids and all that. I don’t know when, since you and I are so busy, but maybe when things slow down we can. Okay?”

You snort. “Obviously, pretty!"

#bts smut #bts fics #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x oc #jungkook fic #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut

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pondwatr04 · 3 years

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Who Obeys Who?

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

~F!Mc~ Word Count: 4,494

Summary: After Mc’s latest brush with death, Lucifer has placed various rules to ensure her safety. However, the independent human will soon discover that the brothers have become increasingly possessive/protective over her, to the point where she begins to feel suffocated. In the heat of the moment during a particularly bad fight, Mc uses the power of her pacts and accidentally harms the brothers in the process. Anguished over this and the brothers’ behavior, she runs away and seeks a way to break the pacts, for their sake and her own!

Warnings: Mention of death, brief violence, aggressive scenarios.

It was no secret to anyone that the 7 Lords of Devildom were fiercely protective of their little human, however this was something that Mc was still adjusting to. Back in the human world, Mc was never really the center of attention or had particularly protective family/friends, and was quite content with the sense of freedom that came with such a life.

However, as the brothers began to grow closer and closer with her, their desire to guard the new member of their family also swelled. At first, she found this behavior somewhat endearing; it warmed her heart to know that such powerful and feared demons cared so deeply for her, a mere mortal human. With this new sensation of the brothers at her side, Mc felt safe in Devildom, despite the multiple times she had almost lost her life.

That was until she had a particularly bad run in with several lower demons at RAD once a day. Mc had left her classes mid-session to use the restroom, the hallways were silent and empty as everyone was seated in their classrooms. However, when she was making her way back to class, three lower demons jumped out and began attacking her, beating her nearly unconscious.

In between the grunts and deafening blows the demons dealt her, she could hear them shouting something about how she was making the Demon Lords soft, that her presence was ruining their reputation as fearsome, cruel creatures.

However, it was over as soon as it started; the demons left her gasping alone on the cool, tiled floor. Soon after Mammon (who had been in the process of skipping class) discovered her battered body and called his brothers for help. Although Mc hadn’t sustained any serious injuries, she was quickly raced to the nearest hospital and made a swift recovery with the help of Solomon and Simeon’s healing abilities.

In the days after the incident, Mc was feeling suprisingly unscatched, both physically and mentally. Despite how worried sick the brothers were, she was simply happy that the whole ordeal was over and done with, the perpetrators promptly beaten and jailed. However, Lucifer had decided this was not good enough for Mc, or rather, him.

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Mc sat nervously at the dining table in the House of Lamentation, all the chairs filled with their respective brothers. Lucifer had called a “family meeting” earlier that day during RAD classes and had stressed that everyone must be there.

At first Mc hadn’t been too worried about the sudden order, but simply watching Mammon anxiously bounce his leg from next to her with his chin resting gravely on his palm, had her suddenly reconsidering. Everyone instantly perked up as Lucifer cleared his throat from the end of the long table.

“In light of… recent events...,” he begins his gaze sweeping from brother to brother, eventually landing firmly on Mc, making her jump slightly. He pauses for a moment, huffing slightly.

“...I have decided that there is an urgent need for new rules regarding Mc, more specifically on how to ensure she remains safe in her time at Devildom,” he announces.

“What do you mean ‘new rules’,” Mc questions, eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Lucifer shoots her a quick glare after being interrupted before continuing.

“I mean that as of today, you cannot be without an escort when leaving the House of Lamentation under any circumstances-,” he says as Mc rises quickly from her chair.

“What?! I need an escort?-'' she exclaims, hands placed definitely on the table before her.

“-That includes walking to and from RAD, walking between class periods, and anywhere else outside of the House of Lamentation,” he continues, ignoring Mc’s sudden outburst.

“That ridiculous, I can handle walking myself perfectly fine-,” Mc shouts.

“You will be required to have your D.D.D on you at all times, and you are not permitted to leave the house after 8pm,” he states coldly, staring down Mc. “All of which are effective for an indefinite amount of time.”

“This isn’t necessary, Lucifer! I know what happened last week, but that doesn’t mean you can just start making me follow all these crazy restrictions!” Mc pleads, desperately looking around the table at the brothers for any semblance of support.

However, they all avoid her gaze, a few of them taking sudden interest in the intricate carvings that adorn the side of the wooden table.

“It is necessary, Mc,” Lucifer says matter-of-factly, crossing his arms. “I know that you’re a very independent person, but these rules are for your own safety.”.

“I’m sorry Lucifer, but I won’t allow myself to submit to this-,” Mc begins defiantly.

“-You will follow these rules. This is not something that is up for discussion, Mc!” he bellows, causing everyone at the table to flinch at the sudden aggression.

“And that goes for all of you,” he commands, pointing accusingly at his brothers. “You all are to make sure that she adheres to these rules, you understand?”

They all exchange quick glaces between a fuming Mc and Lucifer’s stern expression. They all nod slowly, reluctantly submitting to Lucifer’s will. Mc flops angrily into her chair, teeth clenched as she festers silently in her own wrath.

As much as she wants to, she simply can’t win against Lucifer, especially not on this one. Seeing that none of the other brothers came to her aid, she decides she has no choice but to swallow her pride. Biting her tongue, she nods slightly along with the brothers.

“Then… that is all that I need to say,” Lucifer says, his composure restored as he rises from his seat. “This meeting is adjourned.”

In the days after Lucifer's declaration, Mc begrudgingly followed each rule. Although she was still fuming, she offered no further protest on the matter, electing to just wait until Lucifer decided these restrictions were no longer necessary.

After a while, Mc began to not be particularly bothered by these rules. Although she valued her occasional moments of solitude, having the brothers escort her from place to place proved to be somewhat enjoyable. Additionally, having her D.D.D on her at all times wasn’t too much of a hassle, and it wasn’t like she had many places to be in Devildom after 8pm.

However, Mc began to feel more concerned with the brothers’ behavior as more and more questionable moments occurred between them. She first took notice of this somewhat alarming shift in behavior when Mc was conversing with a new friend from her Curses and Hexes class; another demon, obviously.

Mc was always eager to make new friends, especially since she rarely had the chance to talk to any demons outside of the seven brothers. Her and this new demon had randomly sparked up a conversation when he had asked her for a spare pencil. He had noticed it had a design on it that originated from a popular movie franchise that he was also interested in, so the duo became engrossed in discussing the topic long into the class period. Even after the bell rang, they continued absentmindedly laughing and chatting with one another.

This caused Beel, who had recently begun waiting for Mc outside of each of her classes to walk her from period to period, to peek his head in the room worriedly. The redhead immediately noticed the lower demon and how he was leaning against Mc’s desk, deep in conversation with his human. Anger quickly sparked in the pit of his abdomen, prompting him to stalk swiftly towards the duo.

He planted a solid hand on Mc’s shoulder. “The bell rang, Mc. Let’s go to your next class,” he grunts, refusing to acknowledge the surprised demon beside him.

“Oh, it's okay Beel. You can go without me, I’ll be leaving after I finish up here in a second,” Mc says cheerfully, waving Beel on without much thought.

In response, his grip tightens every-so slightly on Mc’s shoulder, digging into the fabric of her uniform. “No. I have to go with you Mc,” he says firmly.

“Beel, seriously, it’s okay,” Mc responds in a quizzical tone, eyes flickering between his face and his hand on her shoulder. “I’ll just have my friend here walk me instead. Your class is on the other side of campus anyway, so you’ll be late if you wait for me.”

“I don’t care if I’m late. I’m not going to let you be alone with some other demon, Mc,” he growls.

Both Mc and the lower demon gape at Beel, taken aback by his sudden aggression.

“Beel! Don’t be rude! You don’t need to worry about him, he’s oka-,” Mc exclaims.

“Mc. I’m not leaving you with him,” Beel repeats, this time finally eyeing the fidgeting lower demon sitting across from him. He wilts slightly from Beel’s piercing gaze, feeling as if he’s somehow made a grave mistake by simply talking to Mc. Mc shakes Beel’s hand from her shoulder, rising from her desk to confront him head on.

“Beelzebub. I’m telling you-,” Mc begins before she’s abruptly interrupted by Beel grabbing her wrist and tugging her towards the classroom’s exit. Despite her protests, he managed to make it halfway to her next period before Mc finally wrenched herself from his grip. The other demons in the hallway disperse, fleeing to their classrooms after sensing the dangerous arua the Avatar of Gluttony was emitting.

“What the hell Beel?” she pants, rubbing the angry red skin on her wrist. She eyes him, feeling increasingly uneasy; what happened back in the classroom...it was completely out of character for him. He never spoke to her, or anyone in that way, let alone put his hands on her like that.

“Lucifer said you can’t go anywhere by yourself,” he explains, placing a hand on his neck while shame begins to replace the wrath within him.

“Yeah, I wasn’t going by myself. I said that my friend was going to walk me instead,” Mc shoots back.

Beel frowns, “You can’t trust any demon you meet, Mc. You don’t know if you really would be safe with him.”

In the back of her mind, Mc knows he’s half right; she simply didn’t know that demon well enough to confidently say he wouldn’t try something the moment she was alone and vulnerable. However, she wasn’t upset that Beel questioned his integrity anymore, she was upset that he didn’t even take a moment to consider her feelings on the matter. He simply ran off with her without a second thought, completely disregarding her ability to judge a person’s character on her own without him or one of his brothers weighing in with their own cynical opinions.

They stood silently for a moment as Mc stewed in her thoughts, the hallway empty, its air turning stale around them. Before she could give a proper retort, the sound of the school’s bell rang around them, indicating that they were now both late for class. Mc clenched her firsts angrily.

She then turned sharply and stalked to her next period, allowing an uneasy Beel to accompany her from a distance. Once she entered her classroom and slammed the door behind her, Beel began the trek on his own class. When the next period ended, Mc found Belphie waiting outside to escort her in place of Beel.

Despite this concerning event, there was a brief lull in the brothers’ display of possessive behavior; whether that be because they finally realized that they were suffocating Mc with their antics, or because Mc had been more careful about complying to Lucifer’s rules. However, this moment of peace was soon to be interrupted.

After Asmo accidentally spilled wine on Mc during a visit to Ristorante Six, he had vowed to take her shopping for a whole new outfit, even though it only really stained her blouse. When Levi caught wind of the excursion, he decided to tag along to go window shopping for some newly released Ruri-chan merchandise.

That weekend, the trio made their way to the bustling shopping center at the heart of Devildom; the majority of the day was very lighthearted and served as a much needed break from school and the crushing protectiveness of the brothers. They all spent hours browsing and trying on clothes in Majolish, laughing as Asmo forced Levi to briefly explore his fashion sense with them. After they finally left, Mc and Asmo struggled to carry the various bags filled to the brim with clothes and accessories while Levi happily snapped pictures of the exasperated pair, offering no help as he uploaded the photos to Devilgram.

After some more teasing, Levi finally slid his phone away before reaching to take one of the heavier bags from Mc’s hand. Mc gladly accepts the aid, shifting her weight forward to lean towards his extended hand. However, her shoe briefly caught the raised surface of a slightly out-of-place tile in the pavement, causing her to trip mid-step. Before she could sprawl across the floor below, she collides into a passing demon, falling face first into their chest.

“Hey! Watch it-,” the demon shouts, falling backwards from the force of the impact.

Mc instantly removes herself from the demon. “Ah-, I’m sorry! Are you okay?,” flustered from the embarrassing spectacle she’s caused. She offers a hand to the fallen demon, smiling politely as they glare at her from the floor.

“My apologies, I accidentally tripped, and you just happened to be in front of me...,” she says quickly as they begrudgingly reach to take her hand.

Before their palms can overlap, Levi moves in between the two, slapping the demon’s hand away from Mc’s. Shocked, the demon sharply pulls back his hand, hissing from the insult.

“Levi? What the fuck was that for?” Mc gasped, Levi’s expression startlingly contradicting the joyful demon he was moments ago.

“Don’t fucking talk to her like that,” Levi snarls at the demon, shoving Mc behind him despite her protests. “Stay the fuck away from us.”

At a loss for words, Mc desperately looks to Asmo for help. Rather than stepping forward to mitigate the situation as he so often does, Asmo simply moves to pick up the fallen bag and plants himself next to Levi, ignoring Mc’s aghast face.

“Guys, calm down! It was my fault, I was the one who bumped into them!” Mc exclaims, moving in front of the pair with raised hands.

“Yeah, what the hell? It was just an accident-,” the demon begins, moving to return to a standing position. Before they can get themselves completely upright, Levi shoves him to the ground.

“Levi-,” Mc yelped at the sudden display of violence. This time, she places a hand on the two advancing brothers’ chest, glaring at them both.

“If you two don’t knock this shit off right now, I’ll use our pacts to command you to stop,” she warns, hoping the anger in her tone masked the fear she felt creeping its way into the corners of her mind.

Levi clicks his tongue in frustration, reluctantly taking a step away from the terrified demon. Asmo slowly follows, never taking his eyes off them.

“Fine,” Asmo mutters. “But it would be in your best interest to leave, and never show your face around us ever again,” Asmo spat at the demon, his usually pristine face twisted into an irritated grimace.

The demon immediately takes off in the other direction, leaving the trio alone in the street. Before Mc could scold them, they both link their arms around her’s and stomp away.

“That was out-of-fucking line, guys!” Mc exclaims after a moment of stunned silence. The pair flinch a little but continue tugging her back to the House of Lamentation wordlessly.

“That was… that was absolutely ridiculous! It was just a simple mistake, and it was my fault! There was no reason for you guys to blow up on them like that!” she says, whipping her head from side to side in an attempt to read the faces of the two demons.

“Why’re you acting like that demon running into me was some kind of assasinaton attempt?! You guys didn’t used to be this… unreasonable…” she trails off, desperately trying to get Levi or Asmo to meet her eyes. “...What the fuck happened?” she asks the pair.

“I’ll tell you what the fuck happened, Mc,” Levi finally retorts, clenching his teeth as he lifts his head to look at her from behind his violet hair. “You… you were almost killed... not even a month ago. And if you think we’re just going to let something like that happen again then-”.

“But they weren’t trying to kill me!” Mc thundered, shaking with anger. “You both totally overreacted!”

“We can’t be too careful, Mc. I’m sorry we upset you, but I’d rather that than risk you being murdered!” Asmo admits, gripping her arm desperately.

“There was no danger, Asmo!” Mc yells. “Why can’t you two understand that?”

Levi and Asmo exchanged troubled glances.

“Mc, we’re just trying to do what’s best for you…” Levi pleads, Asmo nodding.

“This is what you think is best for me?! Just tearing off with me the moment I interact with any demon aside from you guys?” Mc scoffs, struggling to wrap her mind around the ridiculousness of the whole situation.

The two demons are silent, festering in shame and frustration. They avoid her eyes, struggling to produce a proper retort.

“I decide what is best for me, got it?! Because clearly, you guys have lost all touch with reality!” she continues, beyond caring about softening her insults.

Although the brothers wanted to argue back, they both elected to bite their tongues for the rest of the walk home, hoping that Mc would eventually calm down and come around to their point of view.

However, when they finally arrived home Mc ripped her arms from their grip, storming to her room while Asmo and Levi frantically tried to apologize from behind her wake. She slammed the door in their faces; they knocked the wooden surface as they pleaded for her to let them so they could make it up to her.

After a while of fruitlessly calling to her, they finally gave up, leaving Mc alone to quietly sob in her room. She refused to speak to the pair for a couple days afterward, but eventually gave up on attempting to hold a grudge on the demons she loved so deeply. She tried to drop her guard around them once again, but still couldn’t shake that uneasy feeling that had been clouding her mind ever since that day.

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Although Mc found these instances incredibly peculiar (alarmingly so), she still gave the demon brothers the benefit of the doubt. She understood that they cared for her fiercely, and that this could lead them to act aggressively; but she could not wrap her head around why they were starting to disregard how Mc felt. They had begun to handle her like a delicate piece of artwork; something to be admired from within a protective container, never to be touched by outside hands.

Despite this, she decided that for the time being she would simply grin a bear it all while she gave them a chance to calm themselves, hoping they would all eventually return to their normal selves. However, this was not the case as Mc would soon realize after she had forgotten to walk home with Mammon after classes at RAD.

As per Lucifer’s rules, Mc was to be accompanied by one of the brothers to and from school. After much pestering from Mammon, she agreed to make walking back with him a daily occurrence. The two would meet in the garden at the center of RAD’s campus and make the journey home together, chatting about their day. However, Mc had completely forgotten about this agreement one day.

Mc has a bad habit of becoming lost in thought, forgetting the world around her as she silently listens to music through a pair of tangled earbuds. Mc was often accompanied by at least 1-2 demon brothers at once, so she doesn't often get much time to simply explore her own thoughts without interruption. This, coupled with her bad habit of becoming detached from the present, caused her to simply walk straight to the House of Lamentation without the thought of meeting Mammon even crossing her mind.

She had gotten home before any of the others, and absentmindedly slumped into bed after changing out of her RAD uniform. Lazily rolling over, she reached out to pick up her previously discarded D.D.D and earbuds, music still faintly playing. She clicked on the screen to turn off the music and noticed she had 9 new notifications while her phone was on silent. There were 6 text messages from Mammon, and 4 new missed calls. Mc sat up in bed to read the texts:

“Oi! Where the hell are ya at Mc?” - 19 minutes ago

“Are you coming or not? Did ya forget about me?” - 16 minutes ago

1 missed call.

“Did ya walk home with Asmo instead of me? That hurts my feelings, ya know.” - 15 minutes ago

1 missed call.

“Hey! Respond to my calls… you’re startin’ to worry me”. - 12 minutes ago

"If you’re worried that I’m mad, I’m not! Just text me when ya get home safely, OK?” - 11 minutes ago

2 missed calls.

“That's it! You better call me back right now, or I’m gonna start freakin’ out!” - 6 minutes ago

Mc drags a hand over her face, annoyed by his gross overreaction. Mammon has always been the clingy type, something she had gotten used to and eventually found somewhat endearing. However, this was just too much…

Before she could even begin to return his calls, the door to her room burst open, swinging on its hinges and slamming into the wall with a loud bang. There in the doorway stood Mammon, sweaty, panting, and obviously very distressed. Alongside him stood Satan, Asmo, and Belphie, all looking slightly less disheveled but with equally concerned expressions. As soon as they laid their eyes on her, relief immediately flushed all other emotion from their faces.

“Wha-”, she began, but was swiftly cut off when Mammon leapt towards her to clutch her shoulders.

“What the hell happened Mc?!” he exclaims, shaking her before embracing her firmly. After a tense moment, he quickly peels himself from her form, his flushed face mere inches from her own as he continues his volley of questions.

“I really thought something bad happened to you!” he cries out, silvery eyebrows furrowed. Mc opened her mouth to explain but was interrupted once again.

“-and why didn’t ya answer my calls? I got so worried that I even called Asmo, and when he said that you weren’t with him, I totally freaked!” he says, his eyes wandering to inspect her body; still expecting her to be harmed in some way.

Mc pushes the babbling demon off of her as she explains, “I’m sorry, I had my D.D.D on silent, so I didn’t see any of your texts.”

As Mammon tumbles to the foot of her bed, Asmo quickly takes his place next to her.

“Mc! You can’t do that to us again! We really thought some other demon got to you!” he sobs, wrapping his arms around her , dramatically burying his face in the crook of her neck. Satan turns his back to them to make a call on his D.D.D, presumably to let the others know that Mc is safe and sound at home.

Overwhelmed by the sudden attention, Mc struggles to pry the weeping demon off of her. She looks to Belphie to help as he’s usually the brother that grants her the most freedom in situations like these. Meeting her gaze, Belphie moves forward, his facade of indifference faintly cracking.

“That doesn’t explain why you didn't wait for one of us to walk with you. You know you’re not supposed to go anywhere by yourself, Mc,” he says with a sigh, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to feign exasperation.

Mc glares at him; she half-expected him to be on her side, to scold Mammon and Asmo for their dramatic antics as he so often does.

“I’m sorry guys, I totally forgot to wait. I guess I just got so lost in thought that I didn’t realize I forgot about Mammon,” she admits, chuckling awkwardly at her rather anticlimactic explanation. Satan turns to face them as he places his D.D.D back into his pant pocket, frowning at her words.

“Well, it's a good thing that you at least went straight back to the House of Lamentation, because if we didn’t find you in your room, Lucifer would have asked Diavolo to form a royal search party for you,” he says, his hand cupping his chin thoughtfully.

“What?! A search party?” Mc exclaims, becoming more exasperated by the second. “Isn’t that a bit much? I mean… I was only unaccounted for for less than half an hour, right? Doesn’t that seem like overkill to you?” she questions, attempting to face Satan as Asmo and Mammon fuss over her.

Satan and Belpie, who normally jump at any chance to criticize Lucifer’s decisions, simply shook their heads.

“No, it’s understandable. We can’t afford to give you the benefit of the doubt anymore,” Satan sighs.

“Huh?” Mc says, completely vexed by his explanation.

Satan moves to place a hand on her head, his palm lovingly stroking her hair despite the troubled expression that lingers on his features.

“You better start working on your apology, because Lucifer and the others are on their way back now,” he says, only half-joking. “And from what he told me, Levi and Beel had been tearing up every inch of RAD’s campus looking for any trace of you.”

Before she can argue about the matter any further, the sound of 3 pairs of footsteps thunder against the hallway’s stairs and towards her room. The other brothers burst into her room, followed by another flurry of questions and quick embraces. After a while of explaining and apologizing, Mc finally managed to quell the fears of the brothers.

Later that afternoon, they all sat down to have dinner together, the brothers continuing to fuss over an annoyed Mc. Although this ridiculous incident hadn’t ended in complete disaster (aside from the scolding of a life-time from Lucifer), it still worried Mc. She could understand, to an extent, their protectiveness over her, especially after the most recent attempt on her life. However, she was only unresponsive for less than 30 minutes, and all of them had flown into a panic; it was completely out of character for most of the brothers.

She poked at her food, still sore about the lecturing she had received. Hopefully, this was the last incident for a long while. Little did she know, it would get much worse.

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Yoga Antics | Fred Weasley 18+

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut 18+ (minors dni!), unprotected vaginal penetration, male masturbation, kissing, swearing, fluff

WC: 2.9k

Summary: Y/N gets into yoga. Now Fred wants to get into Y/N...

A/N: A little something something while y’all wait for the next chapter of TDWM. Enjoy ya horny bastard!

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Stress management was something that you had grown to value a great deal in your free time. Even more so when you wound up marrying a Weasley twin.

It wasn’t that you didn’t absolutely adore your husband. You loved him with every fibre of your being. It was true however that sometimes you just needed a moment to yourself to unwind and recuperate, especially when living with such a hectic personality like Fred.

On the hunt for new tactics to tend to your mental health, you came across yoga, a muggle activity that Hermione had been raving about once her and Ron came back from her hometown during the Christmas break. She had said that her mom got her into it and how it made her stress levels drop drastically.

Admitly, you were skeptical at first. The idea of twisting and contorting your limbs to relax your racing mind seemed ridiculous. A simple spell should have been able to do the trick just fine, but alas one did not exist for such a thing, so you were left with not much to work with.

Hoping to persuade you, Hermione handed you a book from across the kitchen table while Ron and the twins laughed about some absolute nonsense in the living room of your home.

“Trust me Y/N. I’m usually a cynic myself about these things, but when I tell you yoga changed my life,”

She quickly glanced over at the boys to make sure their attention was averted elsewhere before leaning in so only you could hear.

“You would not believe the sex I’ve been having. Ever since I started doing yoga, I’ve been able to do things with my body that I could never imagine even in my wildest dreams.” Your eyes expanded instantly upon hearing her saucy confession. It was very unlike Hermione Granger to be so flippant about something as personal as what her and her husband did behind closed doors.

“Hermione!” You squeaked out as you shot your hands up to your flushed cheeks, embarrassed at the thought of your brother in law and best friend/sister in law in any kind of compromising situation. The image was now ingrained into your brain, an image you could easily do without no less.

Hermione lightly giggled but quickly covered it up with a cough when she noticed Ron and the twins look over at the two of you with interest.

“Everything alright ‘mione?” Ron asked, clearly oblivious to the raunchy conversation taking place between the whispering women.

“Nothing, go back to whatever you were doing.” She spoke, pursing her lips to hide a smirk. He gave her a look that read what are you up to over there? but quickly dropped it when he turned back around to continue the conversation he was having with his older brothers.

“I’m serious though, it has been an absolute godsend. I’m sure you and Fred can both get something out of it.” Your cheeks grew an even deeper red at the thought of what all of that might entail.

“Thank you for the advice Hermione. I’ll keep it in mind.” Maybe you would give the book a quick look through, if you were able to find any time during your insanely busy schedule.

“Love, time to head out?” Ron spoke as he stood up from the couch and brought over his finished cup of tea to the sink for washing later.

“Yes, we best be going. Remember what I said Y/N.” She nudged the book further towards you and got up to pull you in for a warm embrace.

“I’ll see you soon.” You spoke, giving her a warm friendly rub on the back before she went over to the door to get her ballet flats on.

“Y/N, always a pleasure.” Ron came over with a dopey smile, opening his arms to give you a big bear hug.

“Bye Ron.” He then headed over to Hermione, giving her his arm to hold on to as she struggled to get on one of her shoes.

“Only thing I’m good for, it seems.” Everyone laughed as Hermione rolled her eyes and smacked him the chest playfully.

“Oh shut it Ronald,” She jeers before opening the door.

“Bye!” The couple speak in unison as they head out the door, Fred closing it behind them.

“Well, I best be off too. I think I’ve left poor Angelina with the kids long enough.” George let out a sigh, bracing himself for what he knew he would be coming home to.

“Good luck with that mate.” Fred chuckles as he pats his brother on the shoulder.

“Bye love,” George speaks as he comes in for the usual kiss on each cheek with you.

“Bye George. Tell Angie we say hi.”

“Will do.” And then he makes his way out the door, Fred once again closing it behind him. He then turns around and looks down at you, a sly smirk dancing along his lips.

“Alone at last.” He groans before picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“Gah! You big idiot, if you drop me I swear to Godric!” You screech out. Fred let’s out a laugh before abruptly bending his knees, pretending to lose his grip on you. Your hand comes in contact with his back with a loud smack.

“I’m serious Fred, don’t do it!” He chuckles again before plopping you down on one of the couches in the living room. He shifts about so he was now straddling your waist. His hair, which he had been growing out, covered his face slightly. You brought your hand up to caress his light stubble ridden cheek.

He sighs out in contentment and flutters his eyes shut, leaning into your touch and kissing the knuckle of your thumb.

“Hi.” You say sweetly with bright sparkling eyes as you begin to twirl his fiery red locks between your delicate fingers.

“Hi.” His soft voice makes your stomach flutter. To this day you still experienced the same excitement you would get when you first started dating Fred back in school.

“Can we have sex?” He asks out of the blue.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his request. Ever since you tied the knot, the mystery and suspense your sex life once had began to simmer. Being upfront about both of your wants and needs became a part of the beauty of your marriage. No secrets were kept and no childish games were played. If one of you wanted it, all you had to do was ask.

“Only if you carry me, ‘m tired.” You spoke, going back to playing with his hair.

“Works for me.” His face lit up as he lifts you up off of the couch and carries you bridal style up to your shared bedroom.

You had to admit, Hermione was right.

The morning after that visit, you began to read tidbits of the book she gave you.

Not wanting to answer a billion questions, you kept the material out of your husband's sight. You knew he would become super curious and make you explain everything to him, and having just begun learning yourself, you decided it was best to keep it hidden away. Again, this concept was feorgein to the wizarding world so you couldn’t blame him.

It really did work out perfectly. Once you felt that you had gotten the hang of it, every morning after Fred left for the shop, you would set up in the living room and practice your yoga.

It honestly felt awful at first. Your body was so tight and tense that you had almost given up completely after your first time doing it.

But not wanting to throw in the towel so early, you kept it up until you began noticing a slight change in your body. Little things like being able to touch your toes or go into a deep lunge were gratifying and it almost became a bit of a drug to you. Not to mention it helped you sleep like a baby.

Fred was also starting to notice a difference. Knowing you were tight all over, sex usually consisted of fairly mild positions that didn’t put to much of a strain on your body. But that one random night in which you were suddenly able to bring your legs up to wrap around his neck as he pounded into you set off alarms in his head.

You had done something and he was going to get to the bottom of it.

That was a while ago.

Since then, you had fully converted to a life of zen, and yoga was your remedy to all of the worries that plagued your mind. Mornings were becoming easier and easier to face as Fred would shut the door behind him and you would pull out your yoga blocks and mat.

And this morning began like any other. The sun seeped through your white translucent curtains which made Fred groan in irritation. He hated getting up in the morning.

He turned over to face you and slowly opened his eyes, watching you shift about and slowly begin to wake up yourself.

“What time is it?” You spoke, nuzzling your face into his bare chest.

“7:15.” He was able to croak out in his scruffy morning voice.

“Off to work then?” You asked, finally looking up at him with this innocent and soft look that never failed to make him turn into a puddle of emotions.

“Off to work indeed.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair, flopping on to his back to allow himself to wake up more.

“You're going to be late if you don’t get a move on.” He smiled at this before deciding to scoop you up into his arms so you were now laying on your stomach on top of him.

“George can manage for a bit can’t he?” He asked as he moved your crazy morning hair out of your eyes so he could get a better look at you. Your chin rested against his sternum as you rolled your eyes.

“Remember last time you tried to pull that stunt? He threatened to hex you.” Fred winced at the memory.

“Better not then huh?” He grimaces slightly, already knowing the answer to his question.

“Well unless you are willing to have your hair be green for the next year, then yeah I wouldn’t. Now stop stalling and get your arse up!” You say, pinching his hip which makes him arch up slightly underneath your touch.

“If you do that again I may never get out of bed.” His smirk would usually get to you but no one could ever get between you and your yoga sessions. Even Fred Gideon Weasley.

“Nice try Casanova, that isn’t going to work this time,” You lifted the sheets off of both of you and got out of bed to take a shower.

Later that morning, Fred ran over to you, pressing a kiss to your temple before grabbing a orange from the fruit bowl and rushing out the door for work.

You smiled knowingly, waiting for at least a minute before jumping up from your spot on the couch and ran back into your bedroom. Never in your life had you been so excited to wear spandex.

Once your setup was organized, you quickly got into child’s pose, hoping to give your begging joints and muscles a gentle wake up. It felt so good that the groan you emitted covered up the sound of the front door opening and closing.

Fred was back.

He had come from downstairs, having forgotten important paperwork he had to fill out for some possible investors. But the heavy package of documents seemed to have slipped his mind for a second time when he came across your arse stretched out in the bent over position.

His trousers tightened almost instantly and his finger had to come up and tug at his shirt collar that had suddenly become too tight.

Unaware of his presence, you continued your late morning with no care in the world. Feeling satisfied, your body moved up into a downward dog. Your lower legs and ankles gasped out in gratitude as you slowly leaned deeper and deeper into the upside pose.

That’s when you saw him.

Between your legs, you were able to notice a pair of brown dress shoes, one tapping away impatiently. Your eyes went wide and your throat let out a squeak, making you collapse to the floor and quickly turn to look up at your amused and very turned on husband.

“So this is what you’ve been doing when I’m away?” Your cheeks were all flushed, partly from the blood rushing to your face when you were upside down and partly due to Fred looming over you in a dominating stance.

“Fred I-.” You quickly tried to cover your tracks. Explain that it was a stupid thing Hermione told you about and that it didn’t matter.

“Hush love, I’m not mad.” He said through a relaxed chuckle.

“You’re not?”

“How could I? You are so fucking fit babes.” Your cheeks burned stronger and your eyes flitted down to the mat beneath you.

“Hey dove, no need to be shy. I liked what you were doing there. What was it anyway?” He was now crouched in front of you, lightly tracing his thumb against your cheek.

“Yoga, supposed to make you feel less stressed and more flexible.” You could see the gears turning in his head.

“Oh so I have yoga to thank for the amazing shagging we have been having recently then?” His comment made you giggle, making him swoon in return.

“Show me more. I want to watch.” God he knew how to make your stomach twirl. His face was no longer soft, but rather dark and naughty. The lust that was connecting the two of you caused your leggings to dampen. You shifted, now feeling slightly uncomfortable with sitting in your own wetness.

“What, you feeling uncomfy? Here I’ll help.” Before you could respond, he laid you on your back and dragged you towards him along the mat, his hands gripping the back of your thighs.

“Shall I take these off then?” He asked, an eyebrow raised in question. He was playing a game and he knew he had already won.

“Yes please.” Your voice was breathy and soft. He aggressively grabbed the waistband of your legging and tugged them down your legs.

Once they were in a wet mess somewhere in a corner of the living room, he bent down between your legs to pull you in for a kiss. Your hands went up to his hair and your legs wrapped around his torso, slightly grinding up into him.

His lips detached from yours and he looked down to notice your desperate actions.

“Awe love, you all worked up now?” He was obviously teasing you. Hell if anything, he was more bothered then you were, but he was always better at keeping his emotions below the surface.

“Want you to show me what you were doing again. This time in your undies babes.” You nodded urgently and turned yourself around, going into a cow position.

His heavy breathing and warm palms on your arse cheeks made his presence very much known.

You pushed back slightly, hoping he would get the hint.

“Patient, I’ll deal with you in a minute. Want to see more first.” Gaining some power, you got up and pushed him back, indicating for him to move onto the couch, giving him a front row seat to what would become his favourite show.

You pulled out every suggestive pose in the book. At one point, when you were able to look over at his reaction, his tie had come undone along with some buttons and his hand was fisted around his cock.

He looked heavenly sitting there, one arm draped along the top of the couch and his head thrown back in pure pleasure. He should have been back to work by now but neither one of you cared.

“Fuck, keep it up love.” You wanted his finish, not his hand so you stopped your performance and crawled over to him, kneeling between his spread open legs.

Without speaking a single word, your mouth opened wide, your tounge stretched out in a plea for his cum.

“You want me down your throat darling?” You nodded, eyes shut in patience. His groans increased and your palms began to sweat as anticipation grew all through your body.

But nothing came.

One of your eyes opened in confusion only for you to be met with him coming off of the couch and pushing you back into the mat once more. He stretched your legs open wide and moved your thong to the side. There was no time to adjust as his length rammed into you. Instantly gripping his biceps you let out a cry of submission and pleasure.

“Feel so nice and warm. Want you nice and wide for me when I finish yeah? Are you going to finish with me little dove?” You could only let out a wail of acceptance as you sobbed.

His drilling quickened and quickened until you both finally were able to come as one, something you had yet to achieve in your relationship. He let out a surprised laugh at the accomplishment before collapsing on top of you in exhaustion.

“Thank Merlin for yoga.” He spoke through heavy breaths.

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