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nerdie-faerie · 11 months
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Have to change my lockscreen. One of my classmates saw it while I was pulling my calculator up to do calculations in lab and asked if I had a Barbie lockscreen and then wouldn't drop it for the rest of the class. No. It's worse it's a doctor who Barbie lockscreen
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pyro-chaos · 5 months
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Mike Schmidt x Reader
Pt. 1: And They Were Roommates…
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Summary: Prologue. How it all started.
Or, Mike and you develop the foundation for a relationship.
Tropes: Fluff, angst if you squint,
And they were roommates…
Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5.
A/N: I’m actually super proud of this one haha, feedback is never required but appreciated anyway!!! Thank you!! Enjoy your read
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Mike knows you, but not well.
You live in a nicer house than his. Abby likes how your TV has more than just the news channels.
Max stopped answering Mike’s calls, and his aunt wasn’t around anymore.
You’ve babysat Abby before, but only briefly. Times that Mike needed to go to a job interview or pick up an extra shift and he couldn't find anyone else. Planned situations.
You were a last resort. He didn’t mean to overbook himself, but he did, and now he’s desperately hoping you won’t turn down a few extra dollars.
You answer Mike’s frantic knocks with wide eyes. You still have your work uniform on, and Mike has to actively suppress his wince.
“I’m so sorry,” he feels Abby squeeze his hand, “I didn’t know who else would be available.”
Mike doesn’t even try to suppress his relieved sigh when you wave him off and usher Abby inside. You - albeit awkwardly - invite him in, but he’s already running late.
You ask when he’ll be back for Abby, but he doesn’t know, so he says, tonight, I’ll call you and speed-walks to his car; tail tucked so far between his legs that he almost feels like crying.
When he returns to your home, he thanks you with a check and assurances that it’s just a one-time thing, and he couldn’t think of anyone else who’d be willing, but you just smile and offer him some dinner leftovers.
Then, a man walks in with a paper plate wrapped in saran wrap, and Mike feels the hairs at the back of his neck stand. You introduce the man as your boyfriend, Mike shakes his hand, but he’s practically choking on the air of judgment surrounding Oliver.
So that’s how you can afford a place like this.
Abby sleeps on the drive home, and Mike thinks about you.
Mike met you at work; maiding for a cleaning company for rich snobs. He…didn’t mind the days he worked with you. The manager often paired the two of you together for large estate-wide projects.
You never complained when he needed to bring Abby to work. If anything, you seemed like you had more fun on days he brought his little sister.
You asked Abby questions about her interests and even shared some of your own. Mike even once caught you packing extra frosted Animal Crackers from the lobby.
Sometimes, Abby would drag Mike into games of three-person hide-and-seek. Most often, he got stuck seeking. You laughed a lot on those days.
You even defended Mike when the manager wrote him up for not controlling his child.
He remembers apologizing with coffee for getting you written up. He also remembers you assuring him that, “the client needs to calm the fuck down. It’s not like we knocked over an Urn.”
He remembers how you made him chuckle.
The manager doesn’t pair the two of you up anymore. Mike would have to ask his co-workers to change shifts with him if he wanted to see you more often, but asking sounds awkward.
You corner him in the office during shift change the night after you babysit Abby. You ask if he wants to go meet for coffee during the break hour, your treat.
He wants to say he’s busy. The words rest on the tip of his tongue. He doesn’t know why you want to do him another favor. You're making him feel jumbled and awkward.
But then you mention the food, and I’ll meet you in the lobby if you want to carpool, just slips out of his mouth.
A big part of Mike thinks he offered to drive because he feels guilty for interrupting your evening. He doesn’t want to spend time with you, he only wants to pacify you enough to leave him alone.
The smaller part feels curious -for lack of a better term- why are you being nice? What’s wrong with you?
Mike drags his feet to meet you at the office. He hates that he’s about to give up his break for the Hi! How-are-you’s and the I’m-doing-well’s of small talk. He hates that he’s spending his energy on something so unnecessary. Plus, it’s not like he’s ever been friends with you.
He hopes that he hasn’t given you the idea that he cares more than he does.
The café is nice. It has hanging vines over the counters and windowsills. It smells like espresso and fresh soil. There’s an old-looking bookshelf right by a sunny window. It feels homey.
You buy Mike's food, and he tries to downplay how happy he gets when he has enough leftovers for another meal. The two of you talk. You ask if he has a consistent babysitter, and he dodges the question. You tell him your ‘free nights’ in case he hasn’t found a babysitter by the time he needs one, because, apparently, you have a lot of fun with Abby.
Mike feels the defensiveness creep up into his neck. The urge to bare his teeth and roll his eyes crawls into the forefront of his mind. He can take care of Abby just fine. He’s beginning to think that you think they’re a charity case. They don’t need you.
You must notice Mike tense because you change the subject. You tell him about how vinegar helps when cleaning smoke-stained walls, and the work-drama surrounding your shared boss.
His shoulders unwind, and he even adds a few jokes about bad clients. His input seems to sweeten the interaction like the honey in the tea he’s drinking.
He has fun.
He calls you the next time he needs a babysitter.
A few months go by. You, Abby, and Mike settle into a schedule. He learns that your boyfriend shares a car with you. Mike and Oliver don’t talk much, but when they do, they’re cordial.
Abby’s never complained about Oliver, but Mike can feel the simmering judgment, and wonders if Oliver has ever said anything to you about them.
Mike can’t pay you all the time. In fact, he can’t pay you most of the time, but you don’t seem to care. He wants to ask why.
You have a day job separate from the nights at the cleaning company - just like him - and the generosity you have with your time makes him feel itchy; like he owes you something, but you never bring anything up.
Anyway, he’s stuck with you. Who else would he leave Abby with on weekends and three nights a week?
You’re different today. Your eyes look glossy, and when Mike asks how it went with Abby, you just say it went well.
He doesn’t ask, but he wants to.
Friday night, you call and cancel babysitting Abby.
Your voice sounds small, and he hears you sniff a few times.
He doesn’t think your emotions are his business, but it feels like it’s the right time to ask anyway.
So, Mike asks, “Everything alright?”
You answer without a beat, “Yeah, just caught a bug from work, I’ll just need a day.”
Mike doesn’t know how he feels about the words I’ll just need a day. It feels like you’re justifying yourself. It feels like words a coworker would say to another coworker.
“I’m sorry,” you finish. It’s so soft and genuine that it makes Mike’s breath hitch.
“No,” he blurts, “No need to be sorry. I hope you feel better soon,” and he genuinely does.
Mike can’t afford to skip today's shift. He’s already received too many late notices from his landlord. One more and he’ll be evicted.
He’ll probably have to work through lunch this week if he wants to make ends meet.
He doesn’t know what to do.
So, Mike does the only thing he can think of. Mike carefully instructs Abby to never touch the stove, never to go near the thermostat, don’t answer the door unless she hears their secret knock, don’t answer the phone, and to keep the blinds and curtains closed.
Abby Pinky promises to do all of those things. Mike believes her, but writes a list and tapes it to the fridge just in case she forgets.
Abby asks why she’s not going to your house while Mike prepares a quick breakfast. He tells her you’re sick as he inhales his portion.
“Does she need medicine?” Abby asks.
“I don’t know,” he puts his dishes in the sink, “she said she’d be better by tomorrow.”
“Does she have medicine?”
“Probably, she’s a grown-up.”
“Does she have chicken soup?”
Mike doesn’t know how he’s supposed to know that, but Abby sounds genuinely worried about whether or not you have chicken soup. So, he stops what he’s doing and puts all of his attention on his sister.
“She’s gonna be okay Abby, she’s just not feeling her best. You’ll see her tomorrow.”
His sister looks at the table. Her little eyebrows furrow as she plays with her food. Mike feels… a twist of ugly things in his gut. He doesn’t like that he can’t protect Abby. He doesn’t like that he’s leaving her home alone.
That night, Mike brings her ice cream and lets her stay up past her bedtime.
Tomorrow comes too soon.
Mike tries to keep his nose out of your business, but the packing boxes littering your home stare into his soul. Your car is gone, too.
You welcome Abby, and you smile at Mike, but your eyes seem vacant. You don’t look like you’ve been sick, but your eyes are puffy.
At this point, Mike knows something’s going on.
He wants to give you something, but what could he offer? He’s not sure how close the two of you are. He’s not sure what you want from him.
In reality, paying you would be the best thing he could do for you, but he can't do that. So, he keeps his head down and asks if you need anything.
You get solemn after Mike’s offer; like you have bad news that you've been waiting to spring on him.
Mike clenches his teeth. He's expecting you to tell him you're done; he hasn't paid you, and you're starting to get annoyed.
"Actually, I have a huge favor to ask"
That's not what Mike's expecting, but he can't say no without sounding like an asshole. So he says, "Sure, what's up?"
You lick your lips again, “You can totally say no. It’s kind of a lot, and I know you’re already busy, but Abby goes to school around the same time I go to work, and I’d pay you for gas money” You're fidgeting with the hem of your sweater, "Would you be willing to give me a ride to work this week?"
Mike doesn’t even hesitate, "What time do you need to be picked up?"
You bring Mike a muffin. You nurse a coffee.
You seem quieter in the mornings, but Mike is just quiet. So, interactions only occur when you need to give him directions.
It’s not necessarily awkward, but Mike still feels tense and icky at the beginning.
Picking you up in the afternoons feels better on Mike’s psyche. You talk more, and he knows where the cleaning company is, so he doesn’t have to ask where to go.
Sometimes Mike brings you left-over meals from his day job. Sometimes you bring him and Abby a packed lunch.
Abby’s enrolled in an after school program until 6pm the two nights you don’t have her. Mike has those nights off, but he still picks you up and drops you off before getting his sister.
A few weeks go by.
You settle into a new schedule. You still don’t have a car. Mike never reminds you that you offered gas money.
“Thank you” you unbuckle your seatbelt.
Mike parks the car in your driveway, “It’s no problem”
It’s the least he can do, really. But he doesn’t want to tell you that he feels like he owes you.
You haven’t left yet, and Mike’s starting to feel confused.
You sigh before looking at him, “I might be getting a roommate soon”
The words sound casual, but you’re pursing your lips and fidgeting with your sleeves. Mike doesn’t understand why.
“Sorry, it’s just, I figured you should know.” You lick your lips, “I can’t afford this place without a roommate, and I don’t feel comfortable letting Abby around someone I don’t know”
He’s grateful for that, honestly. But something in his gut still drops. He has no idea what he’s going to do without your help.
“When?” he croaks. He clears his throat, “uh when do you think you’ll have one by?”
He doesn’t have to go get Abby for another half-hour.
You shrug, rubbing a hand on your hairline, “hopefully within the next few weeks.”
He nods, he’s not sure what to say. He’s not sure if there’s anything to say.
Then you gasp so loud that Mike literally feels his heart bang against his lungs. Your eyes go bright and you look into Mike’s eyes with an excitement that makes him feel slightly overwhelmed.
“You wanna move in with me?!”
Mike spends the rest of the half-hour in your kitchen, brainstorming how the three of you can move Abby’s bed with Mike’s tiny car. Without paying for a moving truck.
He has fun.
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fourmoony · 6 months
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𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞
james potter x f!reader
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fluff. 1.5k.
Summary: James brings home a baby. A baby that is not kidnapped.
part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - masterlist
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James is standing in the doorway with a baby in his arms.
You’re so grateful he’s even there, that he’s made it back alive – albeit a little bloody and battered, glasses askew and his face covered in dirt – but alive nonetheless, that you don’t even notice the baby, bundled in a warm, fluffy blanket, wrapped safely in his arms. He’s bouncing his arms gently, probably trying to soothe the baby who’s making soft noises, and it’s really a sight to behold. It’s not until he steps through the doorway and gives you a nervous, lopsided smile that you fully register your boyfriend is holding a baby.
You blink. Once, twice. A third time.
James grows progressively more antsy. He chews his busted lip, winces, and then shifts back and forth on his feet. You have no idea where he could even have procured a baby. He’s been on an order mission for the past four days, scouting possible allies with the vampires whilst simultaneously moving important potions ingredients from one safe house to another, making sure the Death Eaters are always two steps behind order movements. Realistically, there’s been zero opportunity for James to come across a baby that he could just – take home.
“You’re home,” You breathe, because truly, that’s the most important part of the whole ordeal. James is here. He’s safe. He’s alive. Another mission down, and James has returned home. So, you’re glad. Grateful, unbelievably so. But also confused. Deeply confused.
“You have questions,” James is arguably calm about the situation, like he’d expected you to be eyeing him with hesitation – he was right – and he’s already rehearsed this in his head. “That’s normal.”
“Normal,” You repeat, the word tasting foreign on your tongue because nothing about this is normal. “Jamie, you’re holding a baby. Tell me we’re just like, babysitting, or something and you haven’t kidnapped someone’s child!”
James winces at your – albeit, quiet – yelling. The baby whimpers in his arms and immediately James shushes it, bouncing slightly on the spot with a desperate look in his eyes. He’s out of his depth, it’s obvious by the panicked way he’s looking between you and the baby, something pleading in his eyes.
“I didn’t kidnap her,” James argues childishly.
Okay, so, the baby is a girl. And James didn’t kidnap her. You turn and walk towards the kitchen, James follows, hot on your heels. The kitchen is a bit of a mess. There are your dishes from dinner, the bin is full, and there’s a couple of empty cartons for the recycling dotted on the counter closest to the back garden door. But James doesn’t flinch, he surveys his surroundings, but ultimately ignores the mess you’ve allowed to take over the small space in the days he’s been away.
“We were flying over Surrey when Marls spotted the dark mark over a muggle area,” James launches into explanation while you busy yourself with leaning over the sink and running the warm water. “We stopped to assess damage, but the Aurors were already there. Her family was killed, baby. The muggle government won’t touch the scene with a ten-foot pole – not that the baby had any other family, anyway, Alice already checked – and the Ministry won’t do anything except send her to an orphanage.”
The suds around your hands suddenly feel too much. The soup crusted around the side of your dinner bowl won’t come off and you scrub aggressively at it, focussing on that instead of the fact that your boyfriend has essentially just told you he’s informally adopted a child at random, without discussing it with you first.
Well, you know there was no time for him to discuss it. You can’t be mad at him for that. And, really, you can’t be angry at him, either, for bringing her to your home. She’s safe here. She’s already suffered an incredible amount of trauma, and she barely looks more than three months old. Your heart softens with your resolve, and you lift your head to look out of the window above the sink. The cottage you and James live in was a gift from his parents – a gift that had made you incredibly overwhelmed until you found out it had been under their ownership since before James was born, anyway – and has enough room for a swing set and a slide, maybe a trampoline. There’s a spare room, upstairs. Sirius will grumble about giving up his room for when he visits, but you’re sure he’ll get over it with some encouragement from Remus. The cottage is pretty much baby proof for James and Sirius’ sake, anyway. You have enough expendable income to completely kit out an emergency nursery necessary.
The argument isn’t really that you can’t afford to have a baby, or that you don’t have space for a baby. It’s that you’re nineteen, a year out of Hogwarts and in the middle of a war. Things are bad, times are scary, James is gone at least a week out of every month, you spend most of your days confined to the inside of a potions lab with Lily, making key potions that the Order need to work efficiently. You’re still kids yourselves, fighting a war that is taking everything from you.
But the way James is holding her like she’s the most precious thing he’s ever seen, rocking her, and cooing at her, you melt when you turn to face them, and it just feels – right, you suppose.
James looks up, smiles tentatively. You’ve always known he’ll be a great dad. He’s so full of light and love. When he loves, he loves with his entire heart. He loves dotingly and loyally. He’s so sure, standing there. Even though you can tell he’s trying to respect you, waiting to show his excitement until he knows how you feel, you can also see how much love he already has for this little girl, how sure he is that here, with him and with you, is the best place for her.
You take a step towards him, around the kitchen island, and hold your arms out wordlessly. He places her in your arms so gently and then watches as your eyes meet hers. They’re big and round and so blue you feel the breath hitch in your throat. She’s gorgeous. Big puffy cheeks and tufts of dark hair on her small little head. Her tiny lips are curved into a tired pout. You can’t help the smile that overcomes you. When your eyes lift – reluctantly – James is staring at you both. There’s something sickly sweet about the look in his eyes, warm like coffee, sweet like honey.
“We’re at war, Jamie,” You tell him, “Having a baby is a bad idea.”
James nods, “I know.”
A beat of silence passes. An understanding, maybe. It’s a bad time to be two nineteen-year-olds having a baby. But it’s there, in the way James looks at you. He’s never been one to have perfect timing. He asked you to be his girlfriend in the middle of an argument. He asked you to move in with him after school when the first Daily Prophet announcement about the war being confirmed happened. He’s brought a baby home out of nowhere, in the middle of said war. But it feels right. Holding her in your arms, James standing so close you can feel his warmth.
“What’s her name?” You ask, smiling sweetly at James.
He beams. He just – he beams. You know that he knows, then. You’re in. For better or worse.
“No idea. Alice had the muggle police contact the muggle social workers, who had no idea of anything about her. Bit of a mystery, really. But we get to keep her. Keep her safe, love her, raise her. So, I think it worked out. Is that bad?" James whips his head up, like his words surprised himself.
You chuckle lightly, "A little."
"What do you think we should name her?" You ask, eyes flitting back down to her. She's fallen over into sleep, blue irises gone from the world and you feel a tinge of sadness. You miss the bright blue of them, already. She's huffing softly, lips parted cutely. There's something magical about the way she's captured your heart in ten minutes flat. She might have magical powers, after all.
"Not sure. We can think on it. Our meeting with the ministry to officially adopt isn't until Monday." James speaks softly, in awe of the sight of you both.
You nod, "We better ring for Sirius and Remus, send them off for a cot, and then coax them into helping us build it."
You hand her over to James, he takes her, and then make for the phone. James stops you when he speaks, voice an amused whisper, lips pressed to her head, "They're already on their way."
"You knew I'd say yes."
"I knew you'd say yes. How could you not? Look at her." James is all honey voiced as he coos and holds the baby up for you to see and you melt.
She's the cutest thing you've ever seen. You're in awe. She's got your heart, well and truly. It's a strange feeling, to have such adoration for a human so small, who you've only just met. But you know you'll lay your life down to protect her. You'd do anything to make sure she's safe. She promises love, in the darkest time. You can already see the difference in James since returning home. He's lighter, full of smiles, gentle, happy. Usually, after missions, James is dark and brooding. He's filled with a darkness that only being a soldier can bring about.
James is looking at her so lovingly it makes you want to cry. She's happiness, and love. She's-
"Hope." You say, the ghost of a smile on your lips.
James looks up, brows furrowed, a question.
"Hope Potter." You affirm, tears in your eyes.
Your heart fills when James leans forward, presses a kiss to your lips, careful not to jostle Hope, "I love it. I love you."
"I love you. Both."
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dilemmaontwolegs · 3 months
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Irresistible {4} || CL16
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader Summary: It’s your first race weekend and having to share Charles had never been so hard. It’s a good thing another driver tries to keep you company. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, cheating, kind of taboo (future stepbrother) WC: 3.5 F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three || Four
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“Who are you and what have you done with my Charles?”
“I’m still your Charles, ma biche,” he chuckled as he closed the door behind him and pulled his facemask off. A tired smile played at his lips as the first day of practices came to an end. 
You rolled your eyes and closed the distance between you, toying with the red sleeves of his race suit knotted at his waist. “That’s not who was out there,” you argued softly, teasing a barely-there kiss along his jawline. “They called you Il Predestinato.” You circled around him and kissed his shoulder, feeling the heat radiating off of his body and onto your lips before you rose in your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “Are you my predestined too?”
He turned and pressed his body along yours, caging you against the door he had entered. A smirk grew on those tempting lips and your stomach tightened at the look in his eyes. “I’m everything you need me to be.”
A knock pounded into your back and you closed your eyes as the stolen moment was taken away once more. Since arriving in Austria things had changed, subtle shifts that left you uncertain of what you were to him. You were constantly trying to reconcile the Charles out there and the Charles in here. Moving aside, you watched silently as he pulled his face mask back into place, hiding his pout in an instant,
“I’ll see you tonight,” he promised before turning the handle and slipping out of the room. He had a key to your suite and had used it in the dead of the night, sneaking across the hall from the suite he shared with Charlotte. You had never felt so alone.
You waited for Charlotte’s voice to fade away before leaving Charles’ private room and following the signs to the exit and out into the open air. The mask on your face was suffocating but it did give you some anonymity as you walked around the paddock in search of the car park. You should have asked for a map when you arrived because now you were forced to ask for directions. 
“Hey,” you greeted a stranger that you thought was one of the drivers Charles had mentioned. He was in the same kind of race suit that Charles wore, but his was dark blue and he didn’t look too pleased to have been interrupted.
“Alright,” he sighed as he draped an arm over your shoulder, “take the photo. I’m already late.”
“Photo?” You shrugged his arm off and stepped away. “I don’t even know who you are.”
The man’s blue eyes narrowed in doubt before he scoffed. “Sure. Okay. Then how can I help you?”
You narrowed your eyes back and mirrored his stance with your hands on your hips. “Don’t bother. I don’t want your help now.”
You turned and picked a random direction to search and marched off before quick steps followed. A hand grabbed your arm and you turned to face the dirty blond man who now looked apologetic. 
“It’s been a long day,” he said in what you assumed was the closest the man came to saying sorry. “I’m Max.”
You looked at Max’s hand and left it hovering between you as you crossed your arms. “You’re the one that Charles has been racing since you were kids?”
He dropped his hand and shrugged. “There’s a few of us, but yeah.”
“I’m Y/N.”
Recognition lit his icy eyes and his eyebrows lifted as he scanned you once over. “Charles’ step sister, right?”
You hated that term, the constant reminder of why you could never have what you wanted most. “Technically our parents aren’t married yet.”
Max shrugged, obviously not caring about the technicalities like you did. “So if you didn’t want a photo, or an autograph, what did you need help with?”
You looked down at your feet sheepishly and kicked at the loose stones. “Finding a way out of this maze.”
“Ah,” he chuckled. “It feels like that sometimes, but you’ll get used to it - most of the paddocks have the same layout. I’m leaving now too so you can walk with me.”
The car park was far emptier than when you arrived and you easily found the pristine white Ferrari that had been ready for you outside the hotel. Charles and Charlotte were driving an identical one, the two seater sports car limiting the ability to carpool. 
“You should probably have my number,” Max said as you reached the car and he opened the driver's door for you. “In case you get lost again.”
You bit your bottom lip as you thought about the consequences of exchanging numbers. Maybe this man didn’t get your heart racing with a single glance, but his eyes smiled when he did and he was quite funny as you found out along the walk. 
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” you admitted as your phone vibrated and you saw a message from Charles.
Seeming to sense it, Max chuckled and stepped back. “Because of your big brother?”
Your nose wrinkled in distaste and your lip curled with it. “Charles is not my brother.”
“Of course,” he said with a dip of his head. “You are not related at all.”
“Exactly.” Your words were too strong and you realised he had noticed it, so you did what you thought you needed to do and distracted him. “I guess it won’t hurt having your number if I get lost.”
Max’s eyes wrinkled with the smile beneath the mask and slipped his phone out of his pocket, trading it with yours to enter your numbers in. “It’s a matter of safety now, especially since Charles left you here alone.”
Ouch, that hurt your heart but he wasn’t lying. The Charles that the public saw was so vastly different from the man you had fallen for in the privacy of home. Everything was structured and curated for show, his eyes barely glancing your way when there were cameras in the room. He was on display, and so was Charlotte - they just lapped the attention. 
Maybe they were perfect for each other.
“Do you want to go to dinner?” Max asked, leaning in closer as his voice dropped. “Or are you planning to eat with Charles and Charlotte?”
This man knew your weakness no matter how coy he acted but the only question you had was ‘why’. “Is this some ploy to undermine your biggest rival?”
“My biggest rival is Lewis,” he corrected before he stepped back to check his phone, seeing that time passed too quickly when he was with you. “You are beautiful and I have enjoyed your company. Is that reason enough?”
You could feel your phone vibrating again but ignored it as you gave him your hotel name. “Pick me up at 8.”
You slipped into the leather seat before you could change your mind and Max closed the door, a smile warming his voice. “I’ll see you then.”
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It wasn’t a date, at least that’s what you told yourself. There was laughter and an openness between you and Max, but he wasn’t Charles and he would never be Charles. He couldn’t make you tremble with a delicate kiss, or make your heart skip a beat when your eyes connected. 
With lockdown and no reservation, dinner was a bust - even for a famous F1 driver. But the night didn’t end with one set back. Instead you had gone to a supermarket and Max grabbed cheese and crackers, fruit pastes and little cakes, and strawberries with chocolate. You had found yourself back at the Red Bull Ring, high up in the empty stands with a paper bag full of the snacks balanced on your lap. 
“What was it like before covid?” you asked as you looked out over the track. Workers still toiled about making sure everything was ready for tomorrow but most people had left a while ago.
“Busier.” 
You snorted a laugh. “Wow, never would have guessed that.”
Max laughed and leaned back in his seat, popping a chocolate strawberry in his mouth to chew while he contemplated. “It was livelier, even the teams have scaled back who travels with us. There’s hardly anyone in the factories. It’s like watching one of those zombie apocalypse movies.”
He actually sounded happy and you turned to see a small smile on his lips. “You’re weird,” you said with a laugh. “Most people wouldn’t be happy in a zombie apocalypse.”
He rolled his icy blue eyes and nudged you with his shoulder. “You’re weird.”
“And you have the comeback of a five year old.”
“Hey, I worked hard to come up with that,” he joked, making you laugh even more, the sound drifting out over the evening air. “I like that it’s quieter, there’s less media duties, less theatrics. We get here, we race, then we leave.”
“Ah, you’re antisocial!”
“I like socialising,” he said with a pointed look between you. “I just don’t give a shit about the ‘famous’ part we are meant to play. I’m a racer not an actor. There’s some that enjoy the spotlight though.”
You felt the dig at Charles but you swallowed down a response with a cracker slathered in sweet quince paste. After seeing him change the second he stepped out of the private plane with Charlotte on his arm there was no way to defend him.
“I guess you’re right,” you admitted. “So if you’re not antisocial, what do you like doing other than racing?”
The sun set as conversation flowed but eventually you had to concede that it was time to leave the grandstand. This time when he walked you to the carpark you smiled as he opened the passenger door to his Aston Martin. 
“Are you going to tell Charles about our date?”
“Is that what this was?” Your smile negated the baiting words and his lips curled up in a smirk and he reached across the gearbox to hold your hand. 
“I think it was something I want to do again.”
“No,” you murmured as you looked out at the passing scenery, but your hand stayed in his. “I wasn’t planning on telling him.”
“You should know, nothing stays secret in F1 for long. With the cameras and the fans…the truth always comes out.”
The inside of your cheek hurt as you chewed on it nervously. You couldn’t tell if he was talking about him and the not-a-date date or you and Charles. “Thanks, Max. I’ll keep that in mind.”
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You hadn’t been able to sleep after Max had dropped you off at the hotel, and it seemed Charles hadn’t either. His green eyes were as wild as his untamed hair and he paced the living room of your suite. When the keycard beeped for his entry at 2am he had found you sitting on the couch, watching infomercials fill the room with white noise as you awaited his arrival. 
A photo had already been posted from the track. 
It was innocent enough. Max had noticed your skin prickle with goosebumps as the sun descended and draped his jacket over your shoulders so the date could keep going. It looked more intimate than it was. 
“I left you alone for two minutes and you’re out on a date with Max Verstappen!”
You wanted to tell him it wasn’t a date but the instant attack had a fire scorching in your belly and all the resentment that had been building since Charlotte interrupted your paradise exploded. 
“Exactly! You left me alone,” you shouted back, rising to your feet and stalking your way across the floor to him. Your forefinger screamed in protest as you poked his hard chest. “You left me. For her.”
Instant regret filled his eyes and his hands reached for you. “That’s not fair.”
“None of this is fair, Charles,” you sighed as you opened the door, sending him a clear message as he saw his room number on the other side of the hall. “But it is what it is.”
“You want me to leave?”
“No, but I think it is best if you do.”
Charles grabbed the door and tugged it from your grasp, slamming it closed without a care for who would wake along the hotel corridor. “I’m not going until you want me to go,” he promised as he cupped your face and crashed his lips against yours. “I’m not going until you tell me you don’t love me.”
You knew your tongue was too heavy to ever voice those words and your lips too swollen from his kiss. He knew it, and he knew it well as he led you to the bedroom. “Tell me to go,” he dared as he gripped your hips and pulled you flush against his body. “Tell me.”
“I can’t!” you growled, biting his bottom lip enough to draw a ragged gasp from him. You pushed him back as you reached the bed and he let himself fall upon the luxurious Egyptian cotton sheets. His eyes darkened and he ran a thumb over his tender lip while he watched you climb his body. “I want to, but I can’t. You’re mine, Charles. Il mio Predestinato.”
There was nothing gentle in the union of your bodies, it was merely a release of the tension and a distraction from what was to come when he returned to his room. You would never tell him how cold it was when he left your bed, how you clung to the pillow that held the scent of his shampoo, or how you cried until the sun broke the horizon. It was your burden to bear, and keeping it to yourself was proof of how much you loved him. You were saving him from the guilt he would feel with your pain.
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The reflection in the mirror was unrecognisable and you were happy when the steam of the shower erased the image in a cloud of condensation. Charles had messaged to say he was heading to the track but you hadn’t been able to reply because you weren’t sure if you were going to follow or not.
A frown formed when a knock sounded at your door and you checked your phone to see if he had messaged again. Maybe he knew your reservations and had come to pick you up. Hope filled you but it was quickly dashed when you opened the door and it wasn’t Charles waiting for you.
“Ouch,” Max said with a shake of his head. “Not who you were expecting?”
You tried to remove the disappointment that had fallen over your face and gave him an apologetic smile. “Not exactly. What are you doing here?”
“I thought I might save you from getting lost. Did you want a ride to the track?”
You looked down at the robe you were still wearing after the long shower in which you had contemplated all your life choices that led you to standing under the stream to hide your tears. “I’m not sure I want to go.”
Max looked down the hall before stepping inside and closing the door. “Because of Charles?”
“Not everything in my life revolves around Charles,” you huffed with a roll of your eyes.
“So what’s wrong then?” He chuckled after a moment of silence and nodded to himself. “You should come with me.”
“Why?”
Max shrugged innocently. “Well, I like spending time with you and you are obviously lonely too.”
Something, not a flutter or a spark, but something piqued your interest and your eyes lifted from the carpet. “You’re lonely?”
“I told you I’m not antisocial,” he laughed. “I miss having people around that don't want to talk about my job.”
You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Why would anyone want to talk about your work? It’s the most boring sport I have ever seen.”
“See,” he smirked. “You’re the perfect fit.”
You felt a little lighter as you made the decision to join him. “Just for today,” you said with a pointed finger. “And if it’s boring then I’m leaving.”
Self assured cockiness that seemed a fundamental characteristic of all drivers settled on his features. “Deal. Now go get dressed, schat.”
Your nose wrinkled. “What did you call me?”
“Nothing bad.” His smile grew at your doubtful look and he nodded his head to the bedroom. “We should get going.”
You quickly changed but each layer of cloth made your stomach turn and you tried to take a calming breath before stepping out of the room. Charles had been more angry at the fact it was Max you had been photographed with than anything, so you knew he wasn’t going to be happy when you arrived with him. For a moment you were torn between hoping he didn’t find out and hoping he did.
Guilt smacked the smile off your face.
“I’m actually not feeling very well,” you muttered as you joined him, an uncomfortable weight sitting on your chest. “I don’t think I can go with you today.”
Max looked disappointed but nodded in acceptance and reached for the door. “You do look tired, schat. You should get some sleep.”
The weight lifted with the click of the door closing and you soon found yourself back beneath the blankets that still smelt of Charles.
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You woke to soft kisses on your shoulder and the tickle of stubble in your neck.
“Ma biche,” he whispered across your cheek.
“What time is it?” You wondered if you had slept all day but given how bright it was outside, Charles couldn't have finished his work for the evening.
“1.30,” he answered as he snaked an arm over your waist and curled his body behind yours. “Qualifying is in two hours.”
He relinquished his tight embrace to let you roll over and face him, seeing his eyes close with a tired sigh. “What are you doing here? Where’s Charlotte?”
“Shh, I don’t want to think about her right now,” he hushed softly and he stroked your cheek with his fingertips. “I wish we could just go home. I miss the days we spent like this.”
You sighed longingly and leaned into his touch. “It feels like a lifetime ago.”
He smiled sadly and kissed you sweetly as he drew your leg over his hip. “Please come with me. I need you by my side, Bambi, cheering for me.”
Your fingers danced down his sponsored shirt, tracing the brands that aided his team before you reached his belt. His tongue peeked out between his lips and wet them as you unclasped the buckle and dared him. “Make me.”
Charles acted as if he didn’t have anywhere important to be, like qualifying. He took his time as if he hadn’t felt your body beneath him in years. You felt his kiss on every inch of your skin and your head spun after falling drunk on the high he gave you.
“Please come with me,” he begged as the weight of his spent body collapsed upon you, better than any comfort blanket could.
“I suppose you made a decent effort to persuade me,” you teased as you brushed his damp hair back from his forehead.
“Decent,” he echoed with a laugh, both of you moaning at the sensation it had with him still inside you. The feeling subsided as he withdrew and saw the time, a seriousness falling upon him. “We should shower and go, ma biche.”
“Tell me it’s going to get easier,” you whispered before he could pull away completely.
“It’s going to get easier,” he swore. “I will make it easier for you, my love.”
And he did.
After the race, Charlotte ‘chose’ to return to Monaco for the rest of her summer break and Charles brought his suitcase across the hall to your room. He kept his promise and you kept yours, cheering for him from inside the Ferrari garage.
“You found your way back,” Max said in passing at the following race, one of the rare times he found you without Charles.
“Yup, no more getting lost,” you chuckled, though you were sure you were talking about different things. “You were right, all paddocks are the same.”
“Good,” he said with a forced smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “But if you do get lost, or find yourself alone…you have my number, schat.”
You nodded with a sense of shyness and smiled at your feet. “I found out what that means.”
“Do you want me to stop calling you that?”
“I don’t know.”
His smile finally reached his eyes and you realised you should have said yes, but you were being selfish. “Well, when you do know…call me.”
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oceandriveab · 4 months
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cw: pregnancy, rafe freaks out when he finds out, that’s ab it
a/n: dad!rafe is something serious to me!!!!!!!!!!
thank you @rvfecamerons for beta reading this for me and for ur help!!!!! 💐😁🫶🏻
this took me for FUCKING ever to write so i hope u all enjoy bc im very proud of it😁
Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat as her timer went off, signaling it was time to flip over the three pregnancy tests she had just taken and face their results.
with shaking hands, she turned the first test over. pregnant. she took a deep, shaky breath as she felt tears pricking at her eyes.
she then moved to the second test. pregnant. she didn’t hesitate in flipping over the third one as she already knew what it would say. pregnant.
“oh god. oh god. oh god. oh god.” Y/N’s entire body shook and she grabbed onto the bathroom counter for support. she was breathing heavily now and sobbing uncontrollably.
“what am i going to do?” she thought to herself. “and how am i going to tell rafe?”
rafe cameron, her boyfriend of 4 years now, was riddled with mommy and daddy issues. he had never really said anything to Y/N about wanting to start a family, and she had never really mentioned it. when they did talk about it, she discovered his insecurities regarding the kind of father he would be. he never wanted to be like ward. so, to avoid ever even having a chance of maybe being the kind of father ward was, rafe just didn't want kids at all. Y/N accepted this, regardless of what she wanted, and all was well. until now.
Y/N had calmed down a bit and was now taking deep breaths, as she accepted her fate and wondered what would happen once rafe got home.
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several hours later, Y/N was sitting on the couch when she heard the lock click and the door open. she looked between the pregnancy tests in her hand and the door quickly before sliding the tests under the blanket she was using and trying her best to remain calm.
"hey baby," rafe leaned over the couch and pressed a kiss to Y/N's lips before moving to her jaw and neck. "missed you today."
she hummed, leaning into his touch. "i missed you too."
"let me get changed and we can go eat, yeah?"
Y/N nodded and watched as rafe disappeared into their bedroom.
she let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding in and stared at the tests one last time before throwing them in her purse.
-
after dinner, as they were riding around town, rafe noticed that Y/N was much quieter than usual. most days, whenever he came home, she was running her mouth 90 to nothing, telling him all about her day. today, however, she barely spoke and when she did, she seemed anxious.
"what's on your mind, pretty girl?" rafe rubbed her upper thigh and turned to look at his girlfriend who was staring out the window.
"noth-" she went to speak, but was cut off by his grip on her thigh tightening.
"Y/N. don't lie to me." she saw his eyes turn dark briefly before he turned his attention back towards the road. "you're usually talking my fucking ear off, but you've been almost completely silent tonight. i know something is bothering you, so just tell me what it is."
"can i- can i just tell you when we get home?" Y/N mumbled, diverting her attention to her cuticles after noticing how his knuckles turned white from briefly gripping the steering wheel so tightly.
Y/N's heart rate quickened as they got closer and closer to home. she was shaking by the time rafe pulled into the driveway. after putting his truck in park, he shifted in his seat so he could look at her.
"well?" rafe was growing impatient not knowing what was bothering his girlfriend. he tried to hide the fact that his mind was racing and he was almost as anxious as she was as he thought about what she would possibly say.
"i-um," Y/N took a deep breath. "i'm pregnant."
rafe froze. his throat went dry and he felt sick. he blinked at her several times, trying to process what she had just said.
"you're what?" Y/N quickly looked over his face and body language, trying to read him.
"yeah, i-um-i've just, um, been feeling kind of weird lately and so i took some tests and they were all positive." Y/N gulped as she opened her purse, grabbed the tests, and placed them on the middle console.
rafe picked up all three tests and looked at them for several minutes, not saying anything.
"rafe, i-" she started but he cut her off, shaking his head.
"get out." he spoke, placing the tests back down and looking straight ahead.
"what?" Y/N felt tears brimming at her waterline.
"get out of my truck." rafe still wouldn't look at her.
"rafe-"
"goddamnit, Y/N, get out of my fucking truck! now!" Y/N flinched as he yelled and slammed his hands on his dashboard.
she quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and climbed out of the truck. her feet had barely touched the ground before rafe put his truck in reverse and sped out the driveway.
Y/N sobbed as she watched his truck disappear. she wasn't exactly sure how he would react, but she certainly didn't think he would do that. weakly, she walked inside the house and into their shared bedroom. she flopped onto the bed and cried loudly into her pillows until she was almost hoarse.
-
rafe drove until he finally reached the one place where he knew he'd be able to get some peace and quiet- the beach. for once in his life, he was grateful it was almost wintertime. he put his truck in park, grabbed a half-empty bottle of expensive liquor he found in his backseat, and began walking towards the water.
he sat down and brought his knees to his chest, wrapping one arm around them and using the other to lift the bottle to his lips.
after he had taken a swig, he placed the bottle beside him and stared out onto the water, just thinking.
he thought about Y/N. about himself. about their baby. his baby.
he hadn't meant to react the way he did, but his mind was racing after hearing her news and he desperately needed to be alone. he needed to process what she said and what it meant.
he was going to be a father and he was scared to death. tears began streaming down his face as he took another drink. rafe never had any intentions of being a father, as he was always afraid of becoming like ward. he would hate himself if he brought a child into this world and unknowingly began treating them how ward had always treated him-cruelly and coldly.
he knew that he always said he'd never be like ward. he knew he was strong-willed and stubborn. but, was it enough? would he be able to practice the words he preached? rafe wasn't sure and this was what terrified him. he didn't want to let Y/N and their child down, but he was so scared.
he hung his head and pulled at the roots of his hair. he'd never be able to live with himself if he just left. he loved Y/N too much to make her do this on her own.
rafe took one more swig of the alcohol before chucking the bottle into the ocean. he sniffled and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. he shook his head and slapped himself on the face several times.
"c'mon, rafe. man up. there's nothing you can do about it now, so-so you just gotta accept it." rafe nodded as he spoke to himself. "you're gonna be a dad and Y/N's gonna be a mom and you guys are going to be fine. everything is going to be fine." he took several more deep breaths before finally rising and making his way back towards his truck.
on his silent ride home, he noticed one store still had its lights on, signalling that it was still open. as he got a little closer, he realized what it was- a children's boutique. he snorted at the irony as he pulled into a parking spot and made his way inside.
"hello! welcome in!" an older lady he didn't recognize smiled at him as he walked through the doors. rafe returned her smile and gave her a nod as he began looking through all of the racks and displays.
"looking for anything in particular?" the older lady questioned and rafe shook his head. "not unless you have something that says 'i'm sorry for freaking the fuck out on you when you told me you're pregnant, i'm just scared of being a shitty father'", he thought to himself.
his body stiffened when he felt a warm hand on his back several minutes later. he turned to the side to see the older woman was now standing beside him. "when did you find out, sweetheart?"
"um, a few hours ago." rafe swallowed thickly as he ran his fingers over the soft fabric of the onesies in front of him. "i kind of freaked the fuck out and left...so i could think."
the woman gave him a sad smile, nodding and rubbing his back as she listened. "that's just part of it, son. you're both freaking out and scared right now, and that's okay. that's normal. what matters is that you stay by each other, stick by each other's sides. you'll learn as you go, but you'll never have everything figured out. you will never be a perfect parent- a perfect father-and that's okay. as long as you have each other, you'll be fine."
rafe felt a few tears slide down his cheek. she was right. the two of you would be fine. you'd figure this out together and everything would be okay.
he sniffed and quickly wiped his tears away, turning to the older woman and smiling. "thank you."
"of course." she squeezed his shoulder before walking back towards the front counter.
rafe grabbed several onesies he knew Y/N would love and went to check out. the lady spoke again as she bagged his items. "you know, you're already doing better than a lot of dads just by going back home to her."
rafe chuckled at this as he slid his card back into his wallet and grabbed his bag. "thank you."
the older lady smiled at him one last time as he walked out the door.
-
Y/N grew anxious as she heard the rumbling of his truck entering their driveway. she was fully expecting him to storm in, pack his bags, and leave without another word. when she heard him open the door and close (not slam) it, she couldn't help but feel a bit confused. she sat silently against their headboard, biting her thumbnail as she waited for him to reach their bedroom.
"Y/N?" rafe called as he walked down the hallway. when she didn't respond, he began walking a bit faster. he let out a breath when he saw her sitting in their bed.
"hey." he gulped, looking her up and down. he could tell she had been crying alot. her eyes were puffy and red and there were spots all over the sleeves of her t-shirt from where she had wiped her nose and eyes.
"baby, i'm so sorry." rafe sighed sadly. he placed the bag of onesies on the floor, grabbed her chin and moved it gently to make her look at him. his heart broke into a million pieces looking into her sad eyes. "i'm so sorry. i know i shouldn't have yelled at you like that, but, i was just scared. when you told me that you’re pregnant, i just...i felt all of these-these emotions at once and i just freaked out. i needed to be alone so i could think about what this means for me and for us. i know i should've just told you that, but i couldn't. i just went to the beach for a little bit. i thought about how scary this is and how i never want to be like my own father. i never want to let our kid down like he did for me so many times. i don't want to let you down. i'm just scared. i'm really scared, Y/N. "
seeing rafe cry brought tears back to Y/N's eyes. she knew what kind of man his father was and she knew how badly it affected rafe and how he never wanted to follow in his footsteps.
"rafe," Y/N wiped a few tears off of his cheek with her thumb. "i know you're scared. i know you're feeling so many emotions right now and that's okay. i'm fucking terrified." she let out a breathy laugh, making rafe smile. "but, at the end of the day, we have each other and that's what matters. we're bringing a baby into this world together, rafe, and it is scary but all we can do is our best. we'll learn as we go and we'll be there for each other when shit gets real because that's what we've always done and we're not changing that now, okay?"
rafe nodded and Y/N leaned in, kissing him slowly. after a minute, they pulled away from the kiss and let their foreheads rest against each others.
"i love you." Y/N spoke softly, kissing him again.
"i love you too." rafe mumbled into the kiss.
he pulled away quickly as he remembered the bag that sat at his feet.
“what is it?”
“i got you something.” rafe smiled as he placed the small bag in front of Y/N.
her eyebrows furrowed as she reached into the bag, but once she pulled out the first onesie, she felt her heart swell.
“oh, rafe.” Y/N beamed at him as she continued looking at the small clothes rafe had picked out.
“well, i guess it’s actually for the baby and not, like, for you, but…” his cheeks turned pink and he scratched the back of his head, smiling sheepishly.
“they’re perfect.” Y/N placed the onesies back in the bag and set the bag back on the floor. she scooted closer to rafe and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into her. “thank you.”
Y/N kissed rafe, softly at first, but things quickly heated up when she felt his tongue poke at her bottom lip, asking for access to her mouth.
when she allowed him to deepen the kiss, he began pushing her backwards onto the bed.
when she felt his large hands begin to push up the fabric of her t-shirt, she gasped excitedly, knowing she was about to be in for a long night full of makeup sex.
-
over the next several months, rafe became increasingly protective over Y/N and her baby bump that was growing everyday. if they went out, he always had his arm around her. at home, he waited on her hand and foot, hardly allowing her to do a single thing for herself.
Y/N’s best friend insisted on doing a gender reveal party, so that was what they did. with their closest loved ones surrounding them, Y/N and rafe grinned at each other before twisting their confetti poppers and releasing pink confetti in the air around them. Y/N jumped into rafe’s arms and he spun her around, kissing her as he placed her back on the ground.
“rafe!! we’re having a baby girl!!”
“we’re having a baby girl!!” they shared another kiss through the happy tears that were now streaming down both of their faces as their families and friends cheered.
rafe had topper and kelce come over to help him paint the nursery walls pink and build the crib and other furniture. he took Y/N shopping for clothes, decor, and whatever else she felt like the baby needed. he brought in every single package that seemed to never stop appearing on their doorstep.
rafe was proud of himself. he still had his fears and his nerves were still everywhere, but he no longer felt them as much as he did when he first found out. he was finally beginning to chill.
well, at least until Y/N’s water broke.
“rafe! rafe, wake up!” he sat straight up and turned his bedside lamp on before turning to his girlfriend.
“what? what’s wrong?” he scanned her over, but couldn’t tell what was going on.
“my water just broke. she’s coming, rafe.” his eyes widened and he immediately jumped into action.
“what do you need me to do before we go?” rafe was now standing in front of her with his hands on her shoulders and a panicked look in his eyes.
“can you just help me get dressed and into the car? and can you double check our bags to make sure we have everything?” Y/N placed her hands on his and squeezed them.
“yeah, yeah.” rafe nodded before placing a kiss to her forehead and running into their closet and grabbing the outfit she had picked out for herself several days before.
Y/N couldn’t help but smile at rafe as he continued to get everything ready. he paced back and forth between their bedroom and quadruple checked all of their bags to make sure they didn’t leave anything behind.
when he was confident that everything was ready, he loaded the bags into the car and ran back inside to help Y/N out and into the passenger seat. he opened the door for her and held her hands and she slid in, making sure she was comfortable before shutting her door and rushing over to the drivers side. usually, they would’ve taken his truck, but, since it sat so high, they decided it would be smarter to drive her smaller car.
as rafe went to put the car in reverse, Y/N stopped him by placing one hand on his and the other on his shoulder. he paused and turned to her, his heart swelling when he saw that, despite the discomfort and pain she was feeling, she had the biggest smile on her face.
“rafe, we’re going to have a baby.”
“we’re going to have a baby.”
he laughed as he kissed her one last time before putting the car in reverse and speeding to the hospital.
-
“okay, Y/N. it’s time to push. are you ready?” the doctor asked and Y/N nodded.
“mr. cameron, are you ready?” Y/N rolled her eyes when rafe popped the hem of his plastic glove and nodded.
“alright, let’s have a baby.”
-
rafe and Y/N waited anxiously for their baby girl to return from the nursery.
after what felt like decades, they heard a knock at the door. rafe jumped up when the door opened and he saw the nurses bringing mia in.
“she did so good in the nursery, momma and daddy.” the nurse spoke with a smile. “are you ready to hold her?”
“yes! yes, please!” Y/N nodded furiously and adjusted herself before the nurse placed mia in her arms.
rafe sat on the bed beside them and Y/N laid her head on his shoulder as they both looked at their beautiful baby girl.
his heart swelled when she opened her eyes and began looking between both of her parents.
“hi baby, i’m your mommy.” Y/N brought the baby closer to her and gave her a small kiss on the head before moving her towards rafe. “this is your daddy.”
he smiled before also pressing a kiss to mia’s head. “hi beautiful. we love you so much already.”
“mia renée cameron, the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world.” rafe’s heart swelled as mia grabbed ahold of his finger.
“do you wanna hold her?” Y/N asked, looking up at him.
“oh, um, i-yeah, i just- i don’t wanna hurt her.” rafe gulped as he looked between Y/N and mia.
Y/N shook her head as she moved to put mia in rafe’s arms. “nonsense. just sit up and do your arms like mine.”
rafe did as he was told and smiled when mia was finally in his arms. he was extremely still and careful, nervous that any sudden movement would ruin everything. Y/N picked up on this and pressed a kiss to his arm.
“relax, baby. you’re doing great.” she smiled at him before turning her attention back to their daughter.
rafe released the breath he’d been holding and admired the sight before him. he never felt more complete than he did at that moment- sitting in the hospital bed with mia in his lap and Y/N at his side. he was nervous and anxious and terrified and everything in between. but, in that moment, he realized he would be okay. the two of you would figure this parenting thing out and mia would be the happiest, healthiest, most spoiled baby in all of north carolina.
everything was finally going to be okay.
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HOME TO US | rhysand
summary; rhys and nyx are a family of two, but they're both pretty hell-bent on making it into a trio, with you.
word count; 12,151
notes; I have no idea how this got so long? I planned for it to be like 4-5k, and @azsazz can vouch for that. also big shout out to @acourtofwhatthefuck for proofreading this for me when I just had no motivation, but I needed this one to be perfect.
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Fate had always seemed to have the worst timing for you.
Whether it be relationships, the sunny skies turned to rain, or simply this; balancing precariously on a stool and getting startled by your own phone, which you could have sworn was on silent mode. 
Blaring out across the shop in a sudden burst of cheery notes and tones, you almost dropped the stacks of books in your hands, cursing a little as it vibrated in rhythm in the back pocket of your jeans. When the call persisted after the usual three rings signalling a cold caller or market salesperson, you sighed. 
Shifting the books to one arm, you fished the phone out before it could go to voicemail, wondering just who would be calling you so urgently at this time of the day. The question didn’t linger for long, though, as your eyes widened at the caller across the front of the screen. 
‘Velaris Young-Education Prepatory School’.
A ridiculously fancy name for an elementary school, you thought it every time you saw the name, and yet right now, your heart skipped a beat as you pressed answer. Bringing it to your ear as you shuffled the books in your arms more, you lowered yourself down from the ladder carefully. 
“Hello?”
“Oh, hello! Is this Nyx’s mother, (Y/N)? It’s V-Y-E Prep.”
The woman on the phone sounded somewhere between relieved and panicked, and your heart leapt into your throat a little at her tone. “Well, yes, that’s me, but-”
“Oh, good, we weren’t able to get in touch with dad, I was worried I wouldn't be able to get a hold of either of you.” She cut you off before you had a chance to finish, your lips clamping shut as she let out a sigh of a laugh. “I’m Nyx’s class teacher, but he’s had a little bit of an accident today, do you think you’d be able to come and pick him up from the reception?”
Your heart felt like it stopped in your chest entirely. “An accident, what kind of accident, is he okay?” 
“Oh, he’s fine! He had a fall during playtime, and he bumped his head. There’s a mark, and a scratch we’ve cleaned up, but he’s understandably a little shocked and upset. We know dad can get… concerned,” 
Understatement of the century, you wanted to butt in, because Rhys was more than just concerned. He was overprotective, in an endearing way, but he tended to freak out over the smallest things. Then again, it didn’t help when teachers said things like ‘accident’ when it’s not so serious. Perhaps it was a good thing that they got you, not him. 
“So, we thought we’d give you a ring, and see if you could pick him up?”
Your eyes flickered to the clock on the wall. You still had four hours left of your shift, and you felt terrible just ducking out, even if the store was dead, excluding the few people idling over lukewarm coffees in the connected café. “Sure, yeah, of course. I can be there in twenty minutes.”
“Wonderful, we’ll see you then.”
The line clicked dead, your eyes sliding shut as you let out a slow breath. You could have just said no, that voice in your head taunted, he’s not your child to fret over. And yet, the thought of his sad face lingered in your mind, triggering all those maternal instincts inside of you and sending them into overdrive.
“Sounds urgent.” Somehow, despite walking with a cane and always wearing heeled boots that clicked on the floorboards, Margaret had managed to sneak up on you. When you turned, the seventy-something-year-old was standing with a smile on her face behind you, eyeing the phone in your hand. 
“I’m sorry, Margie. It’s Nyx’s school.” You grimaced, lips pressing together into a thin line. She only laughed lightly, waving a frail hand idly in the air as if to bat the moment away.
“Oh, don’t worry, dear. I know what it’s like to have your child’s school call you up in the middle of the day.” Her smile only widened, her eyes glazing over a little. “Our Tommy was a terrible little troublemaker, I had constant calls about his behaviour. And our Jenny, well, she was the clumsiest kid you ever saw. Tripped over thin air.”
A wistful sigh escaped her, and your lips flicked up at the edges. You’d met both Thomas and Jennifer, lovely people, but just as she’d described. Jennifer seemed even more prone to bad timing than you, and Thomas had turned all that troublesome energy into bad flirting and a heated temper. 
“You do what you have to for your kids.” She’d finished her recollections, her voice snapping you from your own, and you could only nod.
“I know, but he’s not my kid. Not biologically, or in any way that matters. It’s not the same, and-”
“Hon, if I’ve ever seen a mother, it’s you to that little boy.” Her words made a lump in your throat that was impossible to speak around, a quick flash of emotion swelling up that you were quick to fight against, but the sparkle in her eyes told you she’d seen in. “He may not have your genes, but he’s yours. So, go get your son. The store will still be here when you come back on Monday.”
“Are you sure-”
“Don’t make me force you out of this door.” She tapped her cane at your feet, just close enough that you could feel the floorboards vibrate under the harsh taps, a wordless threat, and a grin broke out on your lips to hide the blush on your cheeks. 
“Alright, I’ll see you Monday, then.”
She gave a curt nod, and you were flying through the store. Grabbing your bag and coat from the backroom on the way, you were out of the back door and at your car in less than a full minute. Only when you’d put your bags onto the seat and checked the car seat permanently attached to the back of the car did you get into your own seat.
How you’d gotten to this point, you had no idea. It hadn't been your intention four years ago when you’d first met baby Nyx, to end up with a box of his things in your trunk for emergencies, a child seat of your own in the back of the car and your name registered as a parental contact. Yet, as you stared, twisting to look at it and brushing your fingers over the fabric, you didn’t have a single regret about it. 
In fact, only a smile pulled at your lips as you thought about him. Him, and his father. Rhysand had been your best friend for many years, and his baby only seemed to bring you closer. You’d never have wished Nyx’s mother to have abandoned him, you loathed the woman every day for what she did to them both, but it had created a space in their lives that you’d somehow patched a part of up. 
When Rhys had needed support and guidance, you’d been there.
Now, you’d be there for Nyx, too.
As you started the car, flicking a glance back to check the mirrors on the seat were still aligned, Margie’s words flickered through your mind. 
If I’ve ever seen a mother, it’s you to that little boy.
They lingered on your mind for the entire drive, hanging over you like a cloud on an April day, unsure if it was going to rain, or simply pass by. Until you were parked outside of the school, hands still clenched tightly on the steering wheel as you stared up at the tall glass entryway only a few paces away. You couldn't see Nyx yet, not with the doors on the other side that truly sealed off the building, but you could make out figures and shapes on the other side.
Your eyes moved to the clock, the digit clicking over another number, and your fingers felt numb when you finally released them from the wheel. With another sigh, you released all thoughts about mothers and genes and Rhys. 
One day, perhaps, you’d confront them. Today wasn’t going to be it.
Stepping out of the car and swinging the door shut behind you, you didn’t even bother to lock it, as you took a slow jog up the main pathway before the school. The doors hissed open automatically before you, the smell of fresh cotton coming from the air freshener in the corner of the office, and the receptionist behind the desk looked borderline bored as she glanced up. 
“Hi, um- Hi. I’m here for Nyx.”
Her eyes widened a little, looking significantly more interested now as she took your name, and called through to the classroom. The thought almost amused you, had you not been so concerned. Rhys had quite the reputation around here, the big checks and hefty donations gained him and Nyx quite the special treatment, one that clearly seemed to pass onto you, too. 
The doors to the school buzzed open a second later as the magnetic locks released, and you stepped through. Sitting in one of the large plush chairs lined up along the wall of the office was Nyx, looking utterly swamped as his feet swung in the air, head bowed and hands clutching tightly to his backpack in his lap. 
At the scuffing of your shoes, his head snapped up, eyes wide and hopeful, turning to relieved as he saw you. He dropped his bag to the floor, moving to slide out of the chair but you were faster, dropping down to kneel before him. Up close, you could see more, enough to break your heart. 
His eyes were red, cheeks pink, tear-marks tracked into the smears of playground dirt and classroom muck on his face. When you brushed the edge of his inky hair back from his forehead, it was to reveal a cut across his forehead to his temple, bumped and bruised, growing into a lump on his head. His bottom lip wobbled, eyes growing shiny again. 
“Oh, Nyxie, did you get hurt?”
“Yeah…” His voice trembled as he spoke, sniffling lightly and wiping at his cheeks with his sleeve. Patting his hair down once again, you tried to choke back the emotions clogging in your throat as a tall shadow fell across the both of you. With a glance, you confirmed that it was his teacher, looking more than a little nervous as she watched you take in Nyx for yourself. 
“We just have some forms for you to sign, and I can tell you a little more about his injury, and then you’re good to go.” At your nod, she let out a heavy breath, wiping her hands down subtly on her skirt.
“Nyxie, I’m just going to go sign some forms for you, okay? Do you want to wait here?” He shook his head, eyes widening a bit as his little hand clamped down onto your arm, gripping tightly and shuffling across the seat closer to you. “You want to come with us?”
“Can I have cuddles?” His voice was low and shy, your heart swelling a little more. 
“C’mere.” Opening your arms up for him, his damp cheek fell to your shoulder, nose tucking sweetly into your neck, and you scooped him up, his legs dangling on either side of your body as he slumped against your chest happily. Standing up with a little more effort than usual, Nyx’s hands patted idly over your knitted jumper, body bouncing with each step you took to follow her inside of the office. 
The forms were already laid out, four to be signed, and she pushed the first one over to you. “This one is just to state you acknowledge the injury, the second is a copy for you, because dad requested always having a copy of forms.” Her cheeks flushed with a little colour, the edges of your lips flicking up at Rhys’ quirks. “The third is just an injury form, that you know we’ve given you all the information, and you’re satisfied. The fourth, another copy.”
You quickly signed your name on the first two, pushing one over to her and keeping the other on your side. The pen hovered over the paper of the third, your fingers clenching a little on it, eyes flicking over the page. “What did happen, exactly?”
“Well, uhm…” You rubbed a hand over Nyx’s back, a soft affirmation that you appreciated how patiently he was waiting. Putting on a smile, you tried to put the woman at ease, not having meant to sound quite so… pissed. 
“I know kids have accidents, I didn’t mean to sound so… well, let’s just say, be glad I’m the one that picked up the call. Dad can be overprotective.” The boy in your arms giggled a little, and you placed down the pen, using your hand to now cup his head and rub at his hair lightly. 
“He was playing on the climbing equipment. I think he went a little too high, because he couldn't climb down. Another child was trying to help him, but before anyone could get over to him once we realised he was stuck, he fell off.” Her voice was a lot more confident now, and you were glad you’d been able to ease just a little of that tension. “I can take you out to the equipment and show you what happened, if you’d like?”
“That won’t be necessary.” You grabbed for the pen again, signing both pages, and she pulled one over towards her files as you gathered the other two. 
“Nyx was so brave, weren’t you, huh?” She swiped a finger over his cheek as she passed by to get the door for you again, and he nodded slowly against your body. “And he was so excited when he found out his mommy was coming to get him.”
There was that word again, all of those thoughts coming swarming back in a dizzying rush as you followed her. A hot blush settled on your cheeks, your mouth opening to correct her, before Nyx’s hands were bunching in your jumper as he let out another little giggle, making your lips snap closed again. He hid his face deeper in your shoulder. 
Stooping down to pick up his bags, his teacher placed it over your arm, swinging as you gripped paperwork in one hand and Nyx in the other. “I put all of his schoolwork in his bag. We’ll see you again tomorrow, Nyx!”
She held the door open for you, waving her goodbye as she watched you go, the receptionist looking far more alert now than she had earlier, smiling widely as the two of you left, and you could feel their gazes on you all the way to the parking lot. 
Putting down the paperwork and his bag on the top of the car, you opened it up, leaning in to settle him was like muscle memory now. No longer an awkward act but a practised one, as he slid from your arms and into the chair. Fastening the belt across his middle, you did the ones over his shoulders.
Eyes that were the same incredible shade of near-violet as his father’s were watching you, a ridiculously adorable smile on his face as you leaned in to press a kiss to the uninjured side of his forehead. Tucking his bags on the other side of him, you checked all his straps, not realising you were frowning yourself until his little fingers pinched at your nose. 
“Got a nose!” He whispered excitedly, waving his fingers in a way that was supposed to mock his uncle’s, the way Cassian would always tease that he’d ‘stolen Nyx’s nose’ to cheer him up. When you smiled at him, he pushed his hand back against your face, giggling to himself as he continued to imitate his uncle. “You can have it back!”
“Well, thank goodness for that!” You teased, rubbing over the bridge of your nose and taking him in. Once you were happy with his safety, you closed the door, taking only the paperwork with you and folding them in half, tucking them into the glovebox of the car for safekeeping. When the car turned on, your fingers went to the radio, and a single button pressed had some of Nyx’s favourite songs pouring from the speakers as the kiddie-CD in the player came to life. “We’ll go and see your daddy now, hopefully, he won’t be too upset about your head.”
The boy only hummed to his song, leaning to stare out of the window, breath fogging it up and one hand resting on the windows he watched his school be left behind. “Daddy will be angry with us?”
For all the fresh set of worries now swirling inside of your head at Rhys’ reaction, you’d never considered how Nyx would interpret your words. “Oh, no, of course not, baby. Never us. We make daddy smile, not frown!”
Reaching behind yourself as you came to a stop at the red lights, you squeezed at his knee lightly, retracting it only when the light went yellow. Another few minutes of quiet went past, the roads clear for the middle of the day as you drove, and Nyx was happily taking in all of the Velaris scenery as you passed by. 
From the small town outskirts and into the city centre, it was when you were almost there that Nyx stopped singing and decided to speak again. 
“I heard daddy tell Uncle Azzy on the phone that you make him smile like nobody else ever has.”
Your eyes widened, your foot nearly slamming onto the brake a little too hard as you turned a corner, and Nyx went back to singing his song. Your heart was picking up speed in your chest, the traitorous organ fuelled on hope reacting in a way you tried to resist. Your head was empty, it took a full minute to form your response, and you gave out a croaky laugh. “Were you being cheeky and listening to your dad’s private phone calls again?”
“No!” His voice sounded indignant, but with a look cast in the mirror onto him, you could see the cheeky smirk on his face. “He answered it at dinnertime! I got to say hi to Uncle Azzy. He’s in a whole different country right now, did you know that?”
You could only smile at the excitement in his voice as he spoke all about Azriel’s current escapades in Spain, or at least, the version that was completely safe and child-friendly. Soon, though, his distraction was over, and he was circling back to a topic you had hoped he’d forgotten.
“Daddy loves you. He told Uncle Azzy. And Uncle Cass, and Auntie Mor.”
“Well, now I know you’re telling me fibs.” Releasing your hand from the gearstick at the next red light, you reached it behind you, tickling at his tummy until he laughed loudly and kicked his legs, slapping at your hands weakly as he wriggled in his chair. “He would never tell Uncle Cass about his feelings, because Uncle Cass would tease him!”
“I’m not telling fibs, I’m not!” He gasped the words between breaths, face growing red, and you almost forgot you were sitting at the lights until a car honked behind you, forcing you to pull away. His laughter died down as the car started again, but he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “He did tell him. He said that he loves you, and he thinks that you’re the prettiest girl in the whole wide world.”
Your lips pursed, your heart betraying you once again, stomach joining as butterflies erupted until you felt lightheaded, and the weight of his stare on the back of your head was obvious without you even needing to turn. 
In a far less sure voice now, “Do you love daddy?”
You had no idea how to answer that question. You’d known he’d get curious about your friendship with his father soon, you’d just been foolish and selfish enough to hope it was his father that he asked, and so you wouldn't have to handle it. 
Of course you loved Rhysand, but that didn’t make it easy to explain. 
Rhys could never know, the wound of Feyre running away with Tamlin and abandoning Nyx was sure to still be raw, Rhys hadn't been on a date in four years, and if this conversation had confirmed anything, it was that Nyx wasn’t the best secret-keeper. 
Your words had to be chosen carefully.
“Your daddy is my best friend, so, yes. I do love him.” You thought you’d done well, until Nyx made a non-committal sound, another question all ready to go. 
“Does he make you smile?”
“Yes.” Your teeth gritted, the looming office building of the company HQ filling the sky as you pulled up to the security box, not even needing to roll the window down before the gates were buzzing open for you.
“And, do you think he’s the prettiest man in the whole wide world?” His arms flew as wide as they could, and you ignored how endearing it was, choosing a parking spot instead and focusing on your alignment. 
“He’s very pretty, Nyx. Just like you.”
“Then why can’t you be my mommy?” That question felt like a punch to the gut, the car shutting off, silence filling the cabin around you as the engine stopped and the singing CD paused. He was waiting, playing with his fingers and staring at you when you turned to face him. His eyes were wide, confused, and you hated that he felt that way.
“Let’s clean up your face, huh? You’re all dirty.” The words were pathetic, you hated yourself, because avoiding his question meant avoiding your own. You were taking the coward's way out, pulling two wipes from the packet in the dash to wipe at his face. He stayed silent, lips pursed in an unhappy pout, but he didn’t push it. The next time he spoke, it was as you were unclipping him from his car seat and lifting him towards the ground. 
“No, no, no.” He clung to you more, jutting out his lip and putting on puppy eyes he knew worked every time. “More cuddles?”
If it kept him effectively distracted, that was more than enough. Settling him in your arms and locking the car this time, the two of you set off towards the building, Nyx babbling in your ear about everything he could see around him so far.
Upon entering the lobby, his chatter cut off, head lifting from your shoulder to wave excitedly at the assistant behind the main desk. Long ago, you’d felt insecure stepping into this building in nothing but your jeans and a hoodie as everyone else wore dresses and suits and polished heels. Now, even as the elegant woman stood in her pencil skirt to lean over the counter to greet him, you felt at home. “Hi, Ana!”
“What are you doing here in the middle of the day, little mister?” 
He only laughed, leaning out proudly to wave at her, and a new receptionist you didn’t recognise. “We’re here to see Daddy!”
She offered a knowing smile when you pushed his hair back just enough to show off the growing bruise, and turning to the intern beside her. “Take them up to the boss, and let him know.”
With a shaky smile and a polite introduction, she led your group over to one of the elevators, Nyx pulling faces and giggling over your shoulder at Ana the whole time. The ride up to the top floor consisted of Nyx counting the numbers off loudly, tickling them off on his fingers until he couldn't count anymore, and the doors chimed open at level twenty-six.
Guiding the both of you toward the boardrooms, you stopped outside of Rhys’ preferred meeting room, the one with ‘the good coffeepot’ he claimed, a smile flickering on your lips as you spotted his silhouette through the frosted glass while she knocked at the door.
As she entered, you could hear his voice pouring out, the back end of a speech on this year's profit margins that he’d practised on you a hundred times before today, only going quiet as all attention fell to her. “Sir, your wife and son are here.”
Your brows rose at her wording, still sitting high on your forehead as Rhys appeared, closing the door behind him and dismissing her thankfully. Left alone, his gaze flickered over you both, an emotion you still didn’t understand settling on his face when Nyx sat up in your arms, still cuddled against you. 
“Hi, daddy! I got a bump on my head, look!” Pushing his hand over his hair, he moved his fringe out of the way, Rhysand’s eyes going comically wide as he stepped closer to get a look at it. “I fell off the climbing frame!”
His frantic gaze swept to you as he ran a thumb over his son’s forehead, the other hand settling on your hip subconsciously, but all your attention seemed to fix on the way his thumb swept over your waist in a matching way. 
“I took care of it all, don’t worry.” You mustered the best smile you could, getting a whiff of his expensive work cologne when he dipped down to press a kiss to the same spot you had when tucking Nyx into the car. He examined the cut a little more, frowning at the mark on his son’s face, and you wanted to say something, to reassure him, to quash the thoughts about being a bad father that you knew were flying through his head. Before you could speak, though, he was acting once again.
He nodded, seeming to have already fought the war inside his own mind, and if the way his shoulder’s slumped from their tightened position, he’d won this one. Leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead too, your breath caught in your throat at the intimate brush of his lips over your skin. Rhysand had always been affectionate, this part of your friendship was nothing new, but somehow, it had become so much more than a flirty comment or wink. Your eyes fluttered shut, pressing selfishly into that hint of affection as it dragged on just a second too long, warmth coating your cheeks when he pulled back. 
“Give me five minutes to finish this meeting up, wait in my office.” His attention moved to his son. “You can get one toy out, just one.”
At the mention of the toy-box tucked away in the back corner of the office, Nyx’s face lit up, hands clapping together excitedly, and Rhys chuckled at him. “Do you need anything?”
“We’ll be fine.” You’d been to his office more times than you could count, knowing the building like the back of your hand. “Go finish up, gods know you didn’t make me suffer through your rehearsals a thousand times just to mess it all up now.”
He only smirked, adjusting his blazer and ruffling his son’s hair, cautious of his injury. “I’ll be with you soon, darling.” Before you could respond, he was placing a quick kiss on your cheek, and backing away and returning to work, the door closing behind him. 
When you stared at his empty space a little too long, Nyx let out an impatient sigh. “I want to play with the racing cars, darling.”
“Hey, now, cheeky! If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were feeling absolutely fine, and perhaps I should take you back to school!” 
Nyx burst out into more laughter, shaking his head and clinging to you. Even if his movements did make it harder to carry him, you didn’t care, grinning at the enthusiasm and excitement on his face. As soon as you had the office door open, he was squirming in your arms to get down, racing over to the box in the corner the second his feet were touching the floor. 
Tearing off the lid, you flicked the light on, shutting the door and frowning as he began to pile toys up all along the floor. “Nyx, your dad just told you only one toy. Pick one, put the rest back.”
“But the cars all count as one, I have to get the whole set out!”
“Nope. You know that’s not how it works.” He scowled, but remained silent, making a point of pulling out the black truck with flames on the wheels, the one you hated, because it made terrible sound effects of grating engines and monster trucks. Piling the rest of the toys back inside haphazardly, the lid remained off the box, and he switched the volume up, glancing at you as he did. You only granted him a sigh, collapsing down into the plush leather chair of Rhysand’s desk.
Five minutes of watching Nyx push the truck around the floor and over every surface as he made car sounds himself soon slipped into ten. He changed toys to a small fluffy dog, and at fifteen minutes, an action figure. Just as he was setting up for his meeting with the plastic army man, Rhys appeared at the door, tugging his tie loose and smiling when you straightened in his chair. 
Tucking the tie down into his suit pocket, he circled the desk, eyeing Nyx on the floor, who didn’t even bother to look up from his life-or-death mission. Taking a seat in one of the cushioned meeting chairs on the other side of the desk, he turned a questioning gaze to you, raising an eyebrow.
“He climbed too high on the climbing frame at school, and slipped when another kid tried to help him down. He got all checked out by the school first aid, he’s totally fine. No dizziness or headaches or nausea, nothing wrong. Just a bruise and a bump.” It didn’t stop Rhys from worrying, rolling his lower lip between his teeth as his gaze moved back to his joyfully-distracted son. “Rhys.”
He didn’t look up, biting down on that lip harder. With one hand, he popped free the button on his collar, and the one below, taking a deep breath. 
“Rhysand.” With a firmer tone, you managed to gain his attention, a reluctant stare shifting to you, and you held your hands out across the desk, palms up. Wiggling your fingers, he placed one hand in both of yours, sighing sadly at the look on your face as you squeezed his hand. “It’s okay, Nyx is fine, I made sure of it. I checked him out myself, signed the forms after reading them, and I’ve been keeping an eye on him. Look at him. He’s perfectly okay.”
“I’m sorry you had to leave work.” He whispered, ashamed gaze trailing to your joined hands, the edges of his lips barely flickering as you smoothed your thumbs over his knuckles. He squeezed a little harder, tugging a little closer, ensuring you weren’t letting go just yet. You’d had no intention to, anyway.
Tugging on your hands a little more, he guided you around the desk, back to your feet until you were standing before him, between his knees, and he could tip forwards to brace his head against your ribs. He still held tight to one of your hands, running his fingers over your skin now, but you managed to fight one hand free. With it, you patted his hair softly, smoothing over it until he let out a shaky but light breath. 
“Thank you.”
“You know I’d do anything for you two. Absolutely anything, you have nothing to thank me for, or say sorry for.” He only nodded, tipping his head up enough that the tip of his nose dragged over your skin, until his chin was propped there instead, glancing up at you.
“Not true, I’m thankful for you every single day.”
You willed your body not to react, not to give you away, other than the small smile you offered him, settling with your hand on the nape of his neck for a second. It was intimate, romantic, far too much for friendship, and the sudden flash of thought made your spine stiffen, and your hand retract down to sit safely on his shoulder instead. “Rhys?”
“Yes, darling?”
“Why does Nyx’s school have me listed as his mother?”
He blinked, once. “What?”
“When they called, they asked me if I was his mom, and I never got a chance to correct her before she was telling me everything. Then when I got there, she said it again.”
He was silent for a moment, before sitting up once again, disentangling himself from you and putting on an easy-going smile to match his shrug as he slumped back into the seat. “I have no idea. Maybe she just got confused, or forgot.”
“Okay…” You gave only a moment's pause, leaning yourself on the edge of the desk beside you, and crossing your arms. “Well, why does your receptionist think I’m your wife?”
“She’s new.” The words rolled off of his tongue so fast it was like he’d planned them, your brows shooting up a little. “I mean, you come in here carrying Nyx, and what else would she know?”
Despite his casual demeanour, a soft layer of pink tinged those tan cheeks, so faint you’d hardly notice it if you weren’t so good at reading him. His eyes studied you for a second, a deep look as he stared, gaze taking you in just as much as you seemed to take him in. There was a lull, a pause, like so many moments lately where the air seemed positively charged between you both, lingering on an adrenaline-filled precipice and just waiting for something to happen.
Rhys broke it, just a second before it would have become too much for you, too. Clearing his throat, he caught Nyx’s attention. “Why don’t we go and get some ice-cream, buddy? Put the toy away and we can go right now.”
“Before dinner?” The child’s eyes widened, throwing the army man into the box without a care for the way he slammed off of the wall, all love gone now at the mention of ice-cream. Clicking the lid back into place, you watched them interact in a daze, the joking and chatter becoming background noise. 
You’d never given yourself a chance to think before, too scared to get your heart broken and to lose them both, but a small flame of hope in the back of your heart had been steadily growing bigger and brighter, and it was starting to become hard to ignore. 
Only when a small hand slipped into yours did you snap out of it, Nyx swinging happily with one hand in yours and the other in his father’s, telling him all about the school work he’d done as Rhysand grabbed for his briefcase and coat. Once he’d acquired them, you were on the move, trailing through the building in much the same way, swinging Nyx between your bodies and letting him bounce excitedly at the prospect of frozen sugar before a healthy meal. 
As you wandered through the lobby, you took stock of yourselves, noting just how much the three of you really did resemble a family. The receptionist would be right to assume, simply from what it looked like. And, even if the teacher did know you hadn't been, from the number of mornings you’d dropped Nyx at school or picked him up at the end of the day, it could easily be misread as merely a development in a complicated relationship. 
Perhaps, it was nothing more than a misunderstanding, and Rhys was right. 
The butterflies in your stomach died down to a heavy weight. One of both relief, and disappointment you refused to acknowledge, the hot flush of anxiety cooling into a steady calm, and you were finally able to take a deep breath once again as you reached the car.
“We just need to grab his bag and forms from my car, and-”
“You’re not coming for ice-cream?” Rhys’ head snapped up from where he’d been looking down at his son, brows furrowing at you, and Nyx fell silent, turning to stare up with an identical look of confusion. 
“You don’t like ice-cream?” He echoed in his father’s tone, the two were far too alike for your good, and Nyx was nothing if not a clone of his father. One silver lining had always been that Nyx seemed to be 99% Rhys, only getting 1% from his mother. It was the smattering of freckles over his nose that only came out in the summer.
“Of course, I like ice-cream.” You tapped at the tip of Nyx’s nose and he beamed.
“So, you’re gonna’ come with us, then?” Your gaze moved from him, to Rhys, whose brows only furrowed further. 
“What’re you lookin’ at me for? You know you’ve always got a place with us. Frankly, if you decided to move in tomorrow, I wouldn't bat an eye.”
Your eyes rolled, and when you were looking back at him, he was grinning. “What about my car?”
“I’ll drive you back here to get it.”
“What about work?” You motioned to the building behind you, and he opened his car door, motioning for Nyx to hop up into the back. 
“I own the company, I can take off an afternoon to be with the people I care about.”
“What about-” He leaned in close enough that your noses almost brushed, a smirk forming on his lips at the hitch in your breath, cutting off your words.
“Shut up, get in the car, and let me take my family for ice-cream.”
You couldn’t breathe, never mind form a response, that word ricocheting through the inside of your skull like a bullet. Nudging you to the side, Rhys opened the passenger door, motioning you too, until you were sinking into the spacious car and letting him close the door behind you. 
By the time he’d strapped in his son and gotten into the car himself, you’d regained your calm and your ability to speak. “You’re bossy.”
“I’m the boss.”
“Not in this car, you’re not.” You muttered under your breath, his chuckle only dulled by the purr of the engine as the SUV roared to life. Setting the car into gear, he cast a cheeky look in your direction. 
“Oh, I know. You’ve been calling the shots here since the day I met you, and I’m just fine with that.”
He settled a hand on your knee, innocently enough, after turning on kid’s songs to match your car to keep Nyx happy. He never flinched, never even glanced at his hand on you, like it was the most normal and natural thing in the world. The scariest part, was that it felt exactly that way to you, too.
Nothing about it seemed wrong, or off, and the longer you stared at his hand, the more you wanted to take it. To lace your fingers together, set your hands in your lap after kissing his knuckles. Despite your attempts to push it down, it was seeming more and more like your ignorance of your situationship with Rhysand was making itself known.
It didn’t make sense. You were perfect together, in every other way, so why had he never made a move in this way? The spike of confused pain through your chest stung like a needle through the heart.
The drive to the ice-cream parlour didn’t give you much time to think, everything today was too fast, not enough time to think or clear your head. Before you knew it, you were pulled to a stop, Rhys climbing from the car to release his son who was practically tearing out of his car-seat to get to his favourite dessert store. He could have done with the run, the walk, anything to burn off some of that energy, but Rhys scooped him up into his arms, pressing several kisses to his son’s head, who only moaned and pushed at his father’s head.
He didn’t want kisses, he wanted sprinkles.
Too bad Rhys was beating himself up again about it all. Freeing yourself from the car to alleviate his worries, you squeezed his arm as you stepped out, shooting him a look to tell him that Nyx was more than okay. “One bumped head does not make you the world’s worst dad. Kids have accidents all the time, but look how happy he is right now.”
He didn’t need to look, shuffling his son to his hip and reaching out for your hand instead as he nodded. Lifting it up, he placed a kiss on the back of your hand before lacing your fingers together.
There was a bell tinkling over your head as Rhysand guided you into the cold store, looking for all the world, once again, like a real family, and you allowed yourself a few selfish seconds to eat it up. Finally, Nyx gained his freedom, darting over to the large glass display cabinet and plastering himself to the front of it as he took in all the flavours available today.
By the time the two of you had reached the front of the queue, he’d seemingly made up his mind, turning to stare at you both with a look on his face that could only mean trouble. 
“You pick what you want, bud?”
Rhys’ cautious tone meant he’d picked it up too, his hand squeezing a little tighter around your own when you chuckled, cutting you a glare as Nyx rolled on the balls of his feet and nodded. “I want the chocolate fudge, two scoops,” He held up two small fingers, for emphasis. “With chocolate sauce and the little fudge-chunk sprinkles.”
The woman behind the counter only laughed, staring down at him adoringly as he placed his hands on his hips, expectantly. Rhys’ eyes widened, his head shaking a little. “How about vanilla, with strawberry sauce, and rainbow sprinkles?”
“Ew, yucky, no.” Nyx’s face crumpled, and Rhysand’s jaw dropped, glancing from his son to you, and back. 
“It was your favourite last time.”
“But, this time my favourite is chocolate fudge with chocolate sauce and fudge chunks, Daddy!” Nyx stated it like it was obvious, and you tugged on your connected hands to bring an indignant Rhys’ attention to you. 
“Oh, let him have his chocolate-fudge extravaganza, he bumped his head.” Rhys’ only scowled, muttering under his breath about being ‘ganged up on’, before nodding to the woman behind the till but indicating for only one scoop. 
“You’re putting him to bed when he gets a sugar rush.” Was all Rhys could snipe back with, a smile forming on your lips against your control once again, letting him lead you over to the display stand as Nyx watched his ice-cream being constructed with rapt attention. Turning from the cabinet to you, he nudged his nose lightly against your temple, a feeling that had blood rushing to your cheeks and your head spinning at the intimacy. “The usual?”
“Yeah.” Your voice broke a little as you spoke the single syllable, and had you been capable of speaking properly at the time, you were sure you’d have been a little more embarrassed about it. 
“One raspberry victoria-sponge chunk ice-cream with, two scoops, and one triple-scoop rocky road.” He added to the order, the woman only nodding, piling them up on top of the counter as Nyx tried to reach for his, sparkles in his eyes as he stared at his sickly-sweet monstrosity in awe. 
Lifting it down for him, you stuck a wooden spoon into the cardboard cup holding it, a soft ‘thank you’ tumbling from his lips as he accepted it, cradling the pot patiently in his hands like it was a rare treasure. You remembered the same look being on Rhys’ face when he’d first held his son, the same tender and gentle astonishment, the shock in his eyes at something so special. You could only smile. 
“Darling,” Rhys tugged on your arm, your head snapping up from Nyx to look at him, only to find both his eyes and the servers on you. You hummed, brows raising, and watching Rhys balancing two ice-cream cones in his hand. “I said, can you get my wallet? It’s in my jacket pocket, your side.”
“Oh! Right, sure.” Twisting to him, he smoothed his thumb over your hand in silent appreciation as you rooted around the inside of his pocket, fingers brushing across worn black leather, and pulling it free. 
You were more than familiar with Rhys’ money and his cards, he often handed you a small fold of notes or one of his shiny cards whenever you took Nyx out or needed to buy something, refusing to ever let you pay, but you rarely held the whole wallet.
Flipping it open, your eyes scanned over the folds inside to search for the right card, but your gaze snagged on the fold of an image inside. Pinned lightly behind clear plastic, the image preserved perfectly, was a picture of you and Nyx. You remembered the moment clearly, you’d been out with the whole family, one of the rare moments that Azriel had been home at the same time Mor was back from travels and Cassian had a day off. Amren even freed the day up to sit in the park with you all, celebrating Nyx’s third birthday. Mor had been on her Polaroid camera hype, and you didn’t even know she’d snapped this picture. 
Nyx’s hands were on your face, pushing your sunglasses on upside down after he’d finished playing with them. He was stood between your legs, the sundress you’d worn that day still had small stains from the muddy bottoms of his shoes, but the smile on his face that was caught in the picture was worth it. You rubbed a hand over the plastic protecting it, treasuring that day with all of your heart, and uncovering Rhys’ writing at the bottom as you did.
‘My loves’.
“Darling, the purple card. C’mon, the ice-cream is getting warm.” He nudged you again, Nyx staring pleadingly from the ground below as he clutched his treat, still waiting, and you slipped the purple card out with your thumb. Tapping it against the car reader and being sure to add a tip to compensate for your daydreaming, you slid the card back, sliding the wallet back into his pocket as the three of you found a table.
Just because you could no longer see the picture, didn’t mean it, and, more importantly, the caption, wasn’t seared into your mind. My loves. If he truly felt that way, why hadn't Rhysand ever made a move? It didn’t make sense, you’d been here since before Nyx had even been born, almost a decade of best-friendship and flirty comments that never became anything more, while secretly harbouring a picture of you in his wallet and holding your hand, kissing your forehead and smiling in a way that read as far more than just friends.
You’d barely even settled into the booth before Nyx was digging into his ice-cream, and your hand finally being freed and you were given your cone. Twisting it around and towards yourself, your eyes narrowed a little on the chunk missing from the side, somewhere where an obviously large piece of cake had been pulled out, and your glare turned to Rhys.
“You ate some of my ice-cream?”
“We always share, stop acting so surprised about it.” He grinned, taking a large scoop from his own, and you scowled at him. 
“I hadn't even tried it yet, and you ate the best piece of cake!” He only smirked. 
“Do you want to try my ice-cream?” Nyx offered, and you turned to look at him across the table. His hand was gripping the spoon like he was stirring in a cauldron, the contents inside had been churned up into a gloopy mess, and he held a spoonful of it out to you, chocolate and fudge-covered cheeks stretched in a smile. 
“That’s okay, Nyxie, it’s all for you.” You passed your cone back to Rhys after unwrapping the napkin from around it. “Hold this, and don’t eat any more.”
He nodded dutifully, but eyed another piece of cake hidden within the ice-cream nonetheless, as he ate his own. There was a particularly large piece of dark chocolate with a marshmallow on the side of his own that he’d yet to notice, and you stored that away for revenge. Reaching across the table, you wiped at Nyx’s cheeks, unsure why you’d bothered since he was only going to end up in the same state again soon, but you did your best with the sticky mess anyway.
You gave up when he got ice-cream on your hand too, refusing to pause eating even when you tried to clean him up. Leaving the scrunched-up napkin on the table, his father only chuckled in your ear and handed you your cone back. Turning to him, you held out your other hand. Wiggling your fingers, his face pinched for a second, before he sighed, giving in. He pulled that same face every time, despite being right that you always shared, a victorious smile on your face. 
You made a point of turning the cone, flashing the delicious chunk of chocolate and marshmallow to him, watching his jaw drop to stop you, but not fast enough. Clamping your mouth down around it, you pulled the chunk free, chocolate melting across your tongue as you let out a moan of appreciation.
His eyes flared, leaning in and snatching his cone back, but leaving his face close enough to your own that when you licked over your lips, you almost licked him too. “You’re so cruel to me.”
“Payback is a… well, you know the saying.” You smirked, ensuring not to swear in front of the child across the table from you both, and he only growled a little. His eyes flickered over your face, every spot his gaze touched made your skin burst out with heat, lingering for a moment on your mouth. He smirked, raising a hand, and brushing his thumb along the edge of your mouth as he pulled back a fraction.
“You missed a spot.” He breathed, thumb slipping to settle on your chin instead, and his eyes found yours once again. The air between you both crackled like it never had before, electricity sparking between you both again, but so much more intense. “I, uhm, I’ve been meaning to talk to you lately...”
“Yeah? Well, we never see each other, I can see how it’d be hard to find the time.” You teased, his softly sighed laugh brushing over your face as his gaze held yours. Smoothing his thumb along your jaw until he was cupping your face, it was only when a drop of ice-cream dripped from your cone and onto your finger, the cold sending a jolt through you that made you gasp and snap back. 
Glancing down at it, you winced, licking away any more drops that looked like they may fall, and using Nyx’s napkin to wipe your fingers. When you turned back to Rhys he was facing the table again, eating his ice-cream and acting as though nothing had happened. The bubble was broken, whatever he was going to say he clearly wasn’t planning on anymore, and so you let it pass.
You ate your ice-creams together, conversation steadily flowing onto other topics, far safer ones, no doubt, and you did your best to clean up Nyx’s face once again. Smears of chocolate covered his cheeks, and you knew Rhys would have to scrub it off later before bed. 
The ride back to the office was where you grew to regret convincing Rhysand to allow Nyx’s choice, his sugar rush beginning to kick in at full force. He screamed his songs at the top of his lungs, loud enough to make you both wince as you drove, bouncing chaotically in his seat and threatening to break right out like a miniature beast. 
The hand, now sitting on your lower thigh rather than your knee, squeezed at a particularly loud shriek as he played with the window settings, up and down, up and down. “This is your fault.”
“I know!” You wailed, glancing back at Nyx, who was all but vibrating as he rocked side to side, giggling hysterically to himself. “I figured the sauce would be sugar-free, and fudge isn’t that much sugar, it’s like-”
“It’s half sugar!”
“What?” Your eyes widened a little, turning to look at Rhys with wide eyes, and he contained his laughter as he watched the road, trying to tune out the din from the backseat. “Regardless, I apologise for this.” There would be no calming him now.
Rhys rubbed his hand up and down your thigh softly. “I already told you, that's your problem. You think I’m going to let you go home and leave me with this?”
“I have some very important work to do-”
“Liar.” He called your bluff, and you scowled, turning your glare on his hand as it set warmth firing along all of your nerves. 
When he finally pulled back into the parking lot, it was considerably emptier than it had been when you’d left, and he spun to park across two full spaces into place beside your car. He left the car with a happy sigh, closing the noise that his son was making inside the vehicle, and rolling his neck from side to side. Finally, he opened his son’s side, lifting the boy from his chair and setting him on the concrete, where he immediately began to jump up and down, holding onto his dad’s hand.
The pair accompanied you to your car, retrieving the school bags and taking them back to their own while you gathered the correct forms from the glovebox, meeting him by the back of the SUV that made your car look tiny in comparison. You pressed them into his hands, and he tucked them into the front pocket of Nyx’s bag, setting his son off to put the bags away, who remarkably, did as told.
“I know you said no thanks, but, thank you for today. I mean it, you were so wonderful. You’re always so wonderful, I couldn't do any of this without you.”
“Any time, Rhys. You know that.” He shrugged, hands tucking into the pockets of his smart pants, leaning against the side of the car only a foot away from you.
“I know, but that doesn’t make me any less lucky to have found you, and to get to keep you in my life.” 
Small padding of feet came rushing back, bags no longer in sight but a picture clutched in his hands to be held up in the air as he came to a stop. It was decorated with pieces of glued-on dried pasta, glitter and sequins, and some splatters of paint. The most important part, though, was the drawing at the bottom. 
You’d grown used to his style of drawing now, easily able to pick out what each scribble was supposed to be, or rather, who each scribble was supposed to be, and the attempt at writing underneath. It didn’t matter, though, because he was quick to enthusiastically point it all out. 
“Look, look! It’s us! This is daddy, in purple. And this is you in blue, because it’s your favourite colour. And this is me! I’m wearing a crown.” His chest puffed up proudly, the broken piece of pasta on his head acting like a crown, and you traced the words written in matching colours under each figure. 
Daddy. Nyx. Mommy.
Casting a look up, Rhys was staring at the paper, a horribly crushing mix of longing and pain in his eyes as he stared at it, throat bobbing in a swallow, before he was blinking it away. He’d always been good at playing another role, hiding his feelings when he needed to, but you’d caught him too many times. 
All the pining and want, you’d always assumed it had been for Feyre, for the missing woman who had birthed his son, but when his eyes met yours, the façade cracking just a touch, you allowed yourself to wonder if maybe it was for you. Whatever it was today, this last few months, it was something new. It was like those walls you’d built up were finally crumbling, he was fighting through his own, and he let out a shaky sigh. 
He let Nyx lower the photo, occupied with admiring his artwork. He leaned down, lips finding your cheek and lingering there in a soft kiss. You hooked a finger under his chin, twisting his head up until your noses were brushing, his eyes snapping open wide before you, as your lips brushed lightly. “What are you doing?”
“Well, I was thinking about kissing you.” You whispered, your voice shaking as you second-guessed yourself, second-guessed it all. His hand found your hip, smoothing around to sit on your lower back and tugging you close enough that your chests pressed together, his forehead resting on yours. 
He didn’t pull away, he didn’t stop you, he just gave you your chance to decide. 
So, you did. 
You leaned up, pressing your lips to his in a delicate kiss that set your stomach into a frenzy of butterflies, and drew a soft noise from Rhys as he tightened his hold on you. After only a second of hesitation, he kissed you back, a push and pull with his lips that was as intoxicating as it was grounding. You felt like you were floating, tethered only to him as you gave into a desire you never thought you could have, his lips melding to yours in slow drags. 
It felt like it went on forever, and you were certain that you could easily have stayed there, just like that, for the rest of your life. 
When he let you breathe, when your mouths fell only an inch apart, you wanted to nudge closer to him once again, to seal yourself back to him, to sink into him wholly and entirely and never come apart again. If the tight grip he had on your hip was any indication, Rhysand felt the same way.
The fog cleared after a few moments, and he shifted back some more, eyes fluttering open once again, and this time, they were filled with questions. Swirling in the violet like a storm brewing at dusk, and you lifted a hand, running a finger over his cheek lightly, and smiling when his head tipped into your touch. 
“I’m so telling Uncle Azzy that you kissed Daddy.”
You practically jumped out of your skin, having forgotten about the babbling little boy at your feet, who was now staring up at you both in nothing but shock and smugness, one hand planted on his hip as the picture that had sealed the deal hung limply from the other.
“Daddy and-” You scooped him up before he could even get started into that little riddle, the taunting making your cheeks warm, even if he was only four, and making your way back toward the car. Rhys shuffled along behind you in a silent daze, holding the door open for you and standing by as you tucked Nyx back into his car seat. He never gave up on his childlike-smirk. 
“How about some dinner, huh? A little someone can have his favourite mac n’ cheese.”
“It's me! It’s me!” He cheered happily, and you took the opportunity while his arms were raised to strap the belt around his waist, sealing him back into the chair as his arms strapped through the other two. “I’m calling Uncle Azzy tonight. And Uncle Cassie.”
“You do that, Nyxie.” You bopped the end of his nose, switching on the small TV set that was attached to the headrest to face his way, and watching it load up. You could feel Rhys’ stare burning into you, like a fire crawling along your skin, impatient and needy and desperate for answers, making you grateful for this small distraction as you scrolled the shows on the tablet.
Like a warning, a warning not to make him wait much longer, Rhys settled one large hand over your hip, squeezing tightly and tugging you a fraction out of the car towards him, a shiver travelling down your spine. You hit play on the first show up. 
Backing out of the car to close the door, you didn’t get far, Rhys didn’t move, only pulling your body back into his with the grip on your waist, slamming the door shut for you and leaving you pressed to him. In a quick spin, he had your back pressed to the cold metal of the car, out of sight of his son and closed in by your own, the cold metal making for a relieving contrast to the heat. 
“Do it again.” There was a pleading note to his voice, his sights fixed entirely on your mouth now as he bit down on his lower lip, his forehead coming to rest on yours. “Kiss me again.”
You took your time, teasing him just a little, by running your hands up his arms, over his shoulders as he tensed, until you were holding his face. He sagged closer to you, like he couldn't even hold himself up anymore, pinning you between his body and the car. With a sweep of your thumbs over his cheeks, his eyes closed, noses brushing in sweet motions until he gave an aggravated breath at the waiting.
At long last, you gave in, closing the gap between you both once again. This time, he let out a soft moan when your mouths connected. He kissed like a man starved, like a man who had waited every moment of his life for this. It was like your first taste of air after being underwater, his mouth insistent and unrelenting, like he was memorising the way it felt to kiss you.
You gave him all you had, committing every part of him to memory too. Every sound he made, the way he panted against your lips before diving back in, teeth scraping your lower lip and sucking softly, before following it with a sharp nip. He ruined everyone else, no kiss you’d ever had compared to this and nothing else ever would. 
When his tongue smoothed over your lower lip, you were forced to pull back, to try and think somewhat clearly, one of you had to, because if you let this go on anymore, you weren’t sure you could stop. His hand was already shifting, exploring, dragging his fingertips up your spine to tangle in your hair, and you lowered yours to his shoulders, pushing him back just enough to take a breath that didn’t taste like him. 
He groaned, licking over his swollen lips to take away the taste of you, his eyes darker than before when they found you again, and you pressed your lips together to fight temptation. “You should… you should get our boy home.”
At that, he blinked, his gaze softening endlessly at the endearing claim, and his hand let your hair go to slip back to your back. Pulling you closer, he pressed a wet kiss to your cheek, nodding against your temple as he left a kiss there too. When he pulled back, it was to simply stare. There was nothing hidden now, the kind of dumb-in-love look shining in his eyes that you couldn't miss. Had it always been there, and you’d just never seen it before, or had he just stopped hiding it?
“You okay, Rhysie?”
He melted into you at the nickname you rarely brought out, eyes shining as he continued to stare. “So, so very okay, darling.”
Silence lingered between you both, the same comfortable quiet it had been since day one. No matter what, no matter how anxious or nervous or rattling, Rhys always had a way of making you feel at ease. You felt so vulnerable, and yet so safe with him, voice coming out in a whisper to speak into the gap between you both, “Can I ask you a question, Rhys?”
“Are you going to ask me if we can have carbonara with chicken for dinner again?” He teased, putting your nerves even more at ease, or maybe it was for his own, by making a joke. 
You indulged him, “It’s a classic for a reason, because it’s so good. Besides, who said I’m coming for dinner, anyway?”
“You think there’s any way I’m going to be able to let go of you now?” He mumbled, head dropping down to rest on your shoulder instead, and you chuckled, feeling his lips press a soft kiss to your shoulder through your jumper. “What did you really want to ask?”
That brought the nerves back in full force. “Why did nothing ever, y’know, happen between us?”
His head snapped up, eyes widening to look at you, but no words came from his parted lips. 
“Don’t you ever think about it, Rhys? I mean, look at us. There’s so much that would work, and I guess-”
“Of course I think about it.” He breathed the words in a rush, and your jaw snapped shut as words finally began to pour out of him, unrestrained and uncontrolled. “I think about it all the time. Every minute of every day you’re on my mind.”
“Rhys…” He let out a slow breath, but there was no stopping him now. You’d uncorked the bottle, the contents unable to be stopped from spilling. 
“Since the day I met you all those years ago, I knew that I would hold onto you for the rest of my life. I couldn't let you go. But, I was a stupid kid who just inherited a company, and I was terrified of that. I wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment. You just dropped into my life and filled holes and cracks I didn’t know I had, you made me feel complete. I fell for you, so hard and so fast, and I was so godsdamned scared of that.” He looked away, unable to look at you any longer, and swallowing thickly. 
“So, we became friends…”
“So, we became friends.” He repeated, sighing like he couldn't hold the weight of the world anymore. “I thought, selfishly, that I could hold onto you as my best friend, until I was ready for more. That it would be fine. I was too slow, though, and you started dating Lucien.”
Your mind flickered back, hardly remembering the man you’d been with for only a couple of months almost six years ago, flashes of red hair and tanned skin in your mind recalling it.
“He was good to you, and I hated that. I hated him, but I wanted you to be happy. But, I was so miserable. I was so sickeningly, maddeningly, obviously in love with you, and I had to do something before you noticed. So, I dated Feyre. It wasn’t… we moved too quickly, too fast. I threw myself into it and then she got pregnant. Nyx came along, and she abandoned him. I thought I’d lose you too. I was scared again, but you stayed. You helped with everything, you made it better.” 
His voice started to crack, and so your arms raised, looping around his neck, pulling him in until his forehead was pressed to your own. 
“I wasn’t scared when you were there. You taught me everything, you stayed for every step. I knew within days that you should have been Nyx’s mother, that being with you like this was all I’d ever want, I started to want everything cliché, a white picket fence and a little house of our own and a street where Nyx could learn to ride a bike with us. I mean, I picked out the house you liked best from the viewings even though it was gonna cost so fuckin’ much to renovate and repair and clean, but it was so worth it.” He laughed emptily, and you sniffed back tears.
“I had no idea.”
“I know, I never told you. I wanted you to see your dream house without the guilt.” He rubbed at his nose, and you kissed his cheeks, feeling him smile under your lips as you did, stopping the tears clinging to his lashes from falling. “But, you were still with Lucien, so I settled to take what I could get. If having you as my friend, helping me raise him like this, was all I could ever have, I’d take it. Then, you weren’t, and I thought maybe you’d be heartbroken about your break-up, or sad, and I wanted to give you time. I gave you too much time, I was a coward, I was nothing but a lonely man who already had a son. I couldn't offer you all the things you wanted anymore. I couldn't travel or go out and party or do anything. I’m always working or with my boy, and I didn’t want you to be forced to take that on.”
You were shocked, his candour had left you breathless, and he sniffled lightly, blinking away the tears he was unwilling to let drop. “We broke up because of you.”
“What?” He let himself look up, to you, of all the expectations he’d seemingly braced himself for, this obviously wasn’t it.
“Lucien and I. He- he said, understandably, that it felt strange to have a relationship with a woman who was practically a part of another family. It made him feel like some sort of home-wrecker. He didn’t say it, and he never would’ve, he was a good man, but it was a choice. You and Nyx, or him.” Giving the best smile you could despite the emotions overwhelming you, he matched it with a watery laugh. “I didn’t even have to think about it. That’s why I was never sad.”
“You chose us.”
“I’ll always choose you.” Your smiles were real this time, shared and intimate and frighteningly tender. “So, the real question, is whether you’re still sickeningly, maddeningly in love with me?”
“You forgot ‘obviously’. I can’t believe you don’t know it, I haven’t been subtle. I tell everyone you’re my wife, and let them believe you’re Nyx’s mom.” Your scoff only made him smirk, smacking at his shoulder lightly, pushing him away only to have him grip you tighter, tugging you closer to him. 
“I knew those weren’t ‘little mistakes’, or miscommunications!” He only shrugged, dipping back in, every intention clear as he moved slowly. 
“I intended to tell you today, and so many other times, but I was always so scared of losing you.” The confession hung between you both, the unspoken promises and words as he tried to give you a chance to leave, to back away, to call it too much, but you didn’t. 
You let him kiss you, let him kiss you until your lungs burned for oxygen and your head was spinning, and it felt like hours had passed by as you learned one another’s mouths. You let him kiss you until you were sure he understood that you felt the same, that you always had.
“I still love you. I will always love you. You don’t just get over this kind of love.”
You could only grin at him, cheeks aching but you didn’t care, because you couldn't have contained your happiness even if you’d wanted to. “Good, because it would have been horrible if my feelings were unrequited.”
“Never.” A few more stolen kisses, mumbled promises between them. “So, you’ll follow us home for dinner?”
The leap in your chest at the word home was enough to make you breathless, the knowledge you now had that he’d chosen it just for you, in hopes you’d one day live with them. It was almost too much to bear. “Only if you’re making carbonara. And garlic bread.”
“I’ll make you anything you want if it means you’ll keep kissing me.” You hummed, pressing another peck to his lips before managing to disentangle yourself, despite his complaints and tight hold.
“I’ll see you soon, where we can continue this.”
“Don’t take too long, I’ll miss you too much.” He winked, looking messy and kiss-ruined as you stepped back to fully take him in. His shirt was rumpled, his blazer was a little askew, and his cheeks were flushed red, swollen lips to match. 
He was perfect. 
“Hurry home to us, darling.”
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Pairing -> ninthmember!reader x Lee Minho WC -> ~2,700 words Includes -> Reader has anxiety, fluff, and maybe some angst due to the beef with Hyunjin Summary -> You prepare for the day trying not to let your nerves for the concert later take over. This should be easy with Minho by your side but the grudge is still being held strong between you and Hyunjin. They say time heals, but can time heal this? Author's note -> Hi everyone! Welcome to part three of this little mini series. I didn't expect for this to be even more than one part but now I'm thinking it's gonna be around 4 or 5 parts to completely finish it off. I was gonna try and make this the final part but I realized writing short chapters feels much less overwhelming to me so I decided to break it down a little bit. I hope you like it! Let me know your thoughts in the comments <3
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"You have got to be joking right now..." you mutter to yourself as you frantically look around the bathroom. You had completely forgot to bring clothes to get dressed in after you showered. Hyunjin left a while ago and after a few laughs with your new love, you had decided to actually get ready for the day, realizing you can't spend the whole morning alone with Minho, no matter how much you want to. There's too many things to do today.
So, you had left Minho to go take a shower without too much thought. Well obviously not much thought considering you forgot your clothes. You could easily slip your pajamas back on and go get your clothes, but they were dirty and you were clean. You hate having to wear dirty clothes after a morning shower. It was supposed to be the start to a fresh day. With a concert later tonight, you are already anxious enough as it is. The shower did help a little, but this situation, although a bit silly, is souring your mood a bit. On days like these, you just want everything to go right, so it can get frustrating when little things happen. You take a deep breath, not wanting to let your thoughts go any further.
'Hyunjin would understand' you think, saddened by the events of last night. Normally, he would be the first one you would go to when you got nervous
You sigh, annoyed with your thoughts, and grab the wrinkled sweatpants and t-shirt. It'll have to do. You guys just started dating the day before, you don't wanna scare the poor man away by immediately walking out nearly naked with just a towel to cover.
Just as you're about to slip the shirt back on, your nose wrinkled in disgust, you notice a piece of black cloth resting on the counter next to the sink. Your mood instantly shifts as an idea pops into your head.
You swiftly grab it from the sink, unfolding it so that it is no longer inside out, and just like you thought a familiar design appears on the front. It's one of Minho's favorite shirts. He must of left in here last night when he changed into his pajamas. You smile, admiring the stupid drawings on the front. They are just so fitting to Minho.
Without a second thought, you slip the shirt on, getting a whiff of Minho's cologne as it passes over your face. Looking in the mirror, you notice that it covers just enough to not be too scandalous, especially with your underwear on. Minho wasn't too much bigger than you, but the couple inch height difference and his wider frame made for the perfectly oversized shirt.
It was the perfect solution; you got to wear Minho's shirt, you didn't have to walk out in a towel, and you didn't have to put all your clothes back on from last night. And hopefully, Minho's reaction will be an added bonus.
You open the door and venture out into the room, immediately seeing Minho. He's now fully dressed since he took a shower the night before when you were busy having an argument. He's on his phone patiently waiting for you while sitting in the chair Hyunjin had vacated just about an hour earlier.
He looks up upon hearing the bathroom door open, and you make eye contact. As he does so, his soft brown hair falls in front of his eyes. He uses a hand to brush it away, lightly threading through his hair. You see his eyes widen a bit at your choice of outfit and you send him a shy smile back before walking softly over to your suitcase. You bend over, making sure everything is still covered, and grab the casual clothes you had planned for today. You always dressed as comfy as possible before you had to get into the extravagant outfits the stylists prepared for the concerts. They weren't too bothersome, but sometimes the tight clothes weren't your preferred choice for all the dancing that comes with going on stage. But hey, at least you looked hot.
You stand back up after gathering the soft cotton into your hands. You're a little surprised upon feeling arms wrap around your waist. You smile as the scent of Minho's cologne yet again fills your senses; It's one of the many things you love about him.
He pulls you closer so you’re pushed against his front, his head resting on your shoulder. Your heart starts to best faster and you realize just how comforting his hugs are. You could really get addicted to this fast.
"You look so beautiful," he says softly. His breath hits your neck, sending goosebumps down the rest of your body. He doesn't say anything, but you know he had to have noticed. You're glad he doesn't make a remark, but you know just how caring and observant Minho can be. You can't help but think he's already stored that bit of information away for another time.
"My hair's wet, and I'm not even dressed yet," you say with a giggle.
"I know, I just can't believe I missed out on this for so long," he says as his grip around you tightens slightly. You can practically feel him start to recall memories from the past few years, of the way he used to treat you. It's a wonder how this is the same man who was ignoring you just days ago. But you wouldn't trade it for the world, you would stay in his arms forever if you could. He's the same Minho you used to know all those years ago, before all the insecurities got between you two.
Suddenly, there's a knock on the door pulling the two of you out of your daydream.
"God, why can't they just leave us alone," he says, rolling his eyes. You just laugh at the remark, aware of just how much Minho really loves those guys. Sure, they can be annoying sometimes, but you grow to love it.
He brings his head off of your shoulder, pecking your cheek as he moves away. Heat floods your face, despite already having a more intimate kiss with Minho the night before. Your confident that no matter how long your relationship manages to last, his affect will never wear off. Minho is just the type of person you can't help but be in love with.
He shuffles away from you and you move to go back into the bathroom, excited to finally finish getting ready for the day. Minho opens the door, not thoroughly thinking through his actions, eager to get the conversation with whoever knocked over with.
You freeze in your spot halfway to the bathroom when you hear the hotel door open. You look up, seeing Chan on the other side just as you had expected. You're not too uncomfortable since practically all the boys have seen you in this state of dress before. After years of being in the same group, it's difficult not to walk in on each other. You don't mind too much anyway.
However, this may be one of the instances where a quick glance may be your downfall. Minho's shirt and no pants may be a bit too much for Chan to not question anything. Chan can be very scary when it comes to stuff that could affect the group as a whole, and a relationship could definitely do just that. Let's just say confessing to Chan was not one of your goals for the day.
"Hey Minho, we're having breakfast downstairs before we head out for the concert venue. So once you guys are ready just meet us down there," he tells your boyfriend. You can see a small smirk form on his lips as he says the last sentence. You know he's probably thinking about the plan the boys had formed last night to make you and Minho stay in the same room. If Chan was in on it, then everyone was in on it.
While waiting for Minho's response, Chan raises his head to see around him. You assume he's looking for you to ensure the other man will actually pass the news on. The two of you make eye contact, and it's unsurprising as you watch his eyes widen upon taking in your outfit. Your blush deepens, instantly ducking away into the bathroom, not wanting to be under his scrutiny any longer.
You finish getting ready, trying to block out the conversation from right outside the door. You honestly don't even want to know what Chan said after that whole fiasco.
When you go back into the main room, Chan is gone thankfully. He must of still had a few more of the boys to wake up.
Minho and you make your way downstairs to get breakfast together with the guys before it's time to head out for the busy day. Typically, hotel food isn't all that exciting for you. You much prefer to stop at a cafe or some other restaurant on the way, but today, waffles in the middle of a hotel lobby don't sound half bad.
On the way, you walk side by side, your heart skipping a beat whenever Minho looks your way. You glance down as he subtly touches his pinky to yours. You haven't had many relationships before, falling victim to the lack of romance related to the industry you’re in, so you can't help but wish to have the typical teenage romance you hear about in movies. You've dreamed of it for years and the fact that it's finally happening makes excitement bloom in your chest.
Minho takes the hint, clasping your hand in his, sending a smile your way. Emotion floods your body, making you feel as if you could take on the whole world with just his hand in yours.
When the two of you enter into the breakfast area, you subconsciously drop his hand, suddenly aware of how many people are around, fans and members alike. Felix looks up, noticing your presence and waves you over. There's two seats available, one at the end of the table next to Jeongin and the other next to Felix, which also happens to be directly across from Hyunjin, who all of a sudden looks a little too interested in his food.
Without a second thought you go to take a seat next to Jeongin, but Minho beats you to it. He flops down in the seat smiling cheekily.
'Asshole' you think, falling back into the habit of calling Minho names. He may not hate you anymore, but that doesn't diminish his love for annoying the absolute shit. However, instead of making you roll your eyes in annoyance, it makes your hands twitch by your side, nerves flooding your body head to toe. You know it was his plan, but it really is not helpful at all right now.
Felix smiles up at you, yet if you take all the tension into account it could arguably be a grimace. He pulls the chair out, and you take a seat; your back is a little too straight and fingers are still picking at your cuticles. You don’t want to raise any questions, but sometimes you really can’t help your nervous habits.
There had been plenty of chatter when walking up to the table but it had stopped suddenly upon Felix waving you over. It hasn’t resumed since, and the looks your members are giving each other are not subtle in the slightest. It’s obvious they know something.
Just like you had thought, word must have gotten around fast. It’s just a question of who spilled the beans and what it is they all think they know. Is it about the fight with Hyunjin? The fact that you and Minho had slept in the same bed? Or perhaps it was because you were seen wearing his shirt this morning?
But who knows? Before you even have time to fully ponder the questions or for anyone to break the uncomfortable silence, there’s a loud noise gathering everyone’s attention.
Hyunjin had sent one final look of panic to Felix before abruptly pushing his chair back and storming out. Everyone looked up in shock and suddenly it’s very clear that they were not aware of the fight. How are you gonna be able to explain this one? You don't even understand what happened. I mean sure, Hyunjin and you had fought and you didn't make up yet so it was uncomfortable, but you don't know why he would feel the need to make a scene like that. You guys had interacted just fine this morning. Maybe he was just uncomfortable with the idea of having to pretend everything was fine. You aren't exactly hiding the fact that you aren't happy with him right now. Due to basically being two peas in a pod, Hyunjin can usually read you like a book.
You glance over at Felix in hopes that he knows what that was all about. It's not much help when all he sends back is a shrug and an apologetic smile.
Unsurprisingly, there were few words spoken after this; the majority of the silence only being filled with concerned looks.
So breakfast was a bit awkward to say the least...
Unfortunately, that is extremely worrisome considering the schedule for the rest of the day. You guys don't have time for awkwardness and unsettled fights. Yet, you also don't have time to resolve anything. A never ending cycle of tension, how exciting. It's one of the not so fun parts of being an idol; the fakeness of everything. You just have to hope your groups acting is going to be on point enough today to not draw any attention. Fans were nitpicky and it was always best to avoid as many rumors as possible. With how close you and Hyunjin are, there's bound to be questions if you don't act all buddy buddy like you usually do.
The group takes two separate cars to the venue, and you can't help but notice the members are a little different than normal. More specifically, Minho has taken the seat next to you which is typically occupied by Hyunjin. In fact, Hyunjin isn't even in the car anymore.
This isn't the first time the cars were specifically divided out. Years ago, they had to switch which car Minho was in to keep the chaos under control. Previously, Minho had been in the same car as you, but once tensions started running high between the two of you, he had immediately been switched in hopes to keep the peace. It seems that was exactly the goal of today. God, you need to stop making so many issues within the group.
It seems that as the day progresses things are just getting more stressful. Hyunjin is avoiding you, and you can't help but feel as if you're messing up the group's dynamics. Suddenly, you're reminded of the awkward encounter with Chan this morning. If he figures out everything that has happened, is he going to be frustrated with you? Maybe you just never really fit in the group to begin with.
With every mile closer to the venue, you feel like you're approaching your doom. This is not the right mental state to go on stage, but that wasn't exactly an option, now was it?
So for now, you simply grip Minho's hand tighter, hoping to quell the growing anxiety inside you. You just have to make it through the concert and then you can resolve all the issues happening.
But it's never that easy is it?
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cybertronianxwhore · 10 months
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!Spoiler alert for Transformers: Rise of the Beasts!
This is very self indulgent. I watched rotb three days ago and haven't been able to stop thinking about Mirage and his chemistry with Noah so... Welcome to my Polyamory Propaganda™!
Also, quick note. Seeing as Mirage can change alt modes at will and can seem to mass shift, I will be employing that in part 2 when the reader gets their turn with him ;3
No Fair!
Minors DNI, 18+ only 🔞
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Tags: AFAB GN!reader x Noah Diaz + Mirage, they/them and gender neutral pet names used for the reader, clit/hole/folds used to describe readers genitalia, top/dom!Noah, sub/bottom!Reader, bratty Mirage, safe sex, overstimulation, both of you tease Mirage, kinda cuckhold Mirage?, Mirage is definitely a vouyer though, if I missed anything let me know
Summary: You and Noah get a bit hot and heavy in Mirage's backseat after the three of you spend some time on a date.
Story begins after the break
This is really long, I'm sorry
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"Noah, I really don't like surprises after the whole we need to save the entire universe from extinction fiasco," You huff, holding onto Noah's wrists as he holds his hands over your eyes.
"I know, but it's not just my surprise for you. It was partially Mirage's idea," Noah answers, and you can nearly hear the smile he has on his face in his voice, even as you stumble slightly from tripping over your own feet.
"Wouldn't this be easier with a blind fold then?" You answer, still feigning annoyance, even though knowing it was Mirage's idea made you excited.
Even though the world knows about the Autobots and Maximals now, Mirage still has to try and keep a low profile. Which means you don't really get to see him as often as you'd like. Of course, you and Noah spend a lot of time together driving around with Mirage and talking together. But, seeing Mirage in his car mode is much different to actually seeing him. Usually, the only time the three of you could spend time together with Mirage in his robot mode was in the garage Noah has been renting so the two of you could work on repairing Mirage after he nearly died trying to protect both of you. You knew cars and basically anything with an engine on Earth really well, meanwhile Noah understood most other tech. Together, the two of you managed to fix him to almost back to normal. More recently, you've been trying to fix his paint job by slowly buffing out the rust on the borrowed parts the two of you had to use.
"Yeah, you're right, hold on," Noah says before removing his hands from your eyes for a second. "Keep them closed please. For Mirage and me?" He says before pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.
You do as requested, holding your eyes closed as you listen to Noah running off somewhere in your apartment. You hear him shuffling in your bedroom before he jogs back to you.
"I could only find your eyemask," He admits as you chuckle a bit and feel the fabric fit over your eyes, blocking out almost all light.
"That's okay. I thought that's what you would grab anyway," You respond before gasping as Noah grabs one of your hands and begins to pull you out of the apartment and into the elevator
You recognize the short walk to your garage and you find yourself beaming when the door shuts behind you and you hear the familiar sound of Mirage transforming.
"There's my two favorite humans!" Mirage says excitedly and you can almost see him opening his arms for a hug as he usually does despite being blindfolded.
"We're your partners, we have to be your favorites," Noah responds, and you find yourself giggling again at the two's sassy banter.
"Hey, man, don't kill my vibe here. I'm just tryin' to set the mood. This is a date after all."
"Really!?" You exclaim, glancing between where you think the both of them are, though you miss looking at Mirage by quite a lot. Noah had always promised to take you on a proper date soon, but the three of you couldn't figure out what to do together while being "low key."
"Of course, sugar!" Mirage says, excitement in his voice as well as you hear another transformation before feeling warm metal touching your chin. You hum and lean into Mirage's touch, his now human-sized hand comforting you, and reminding you that all of this is real. When sometimes it all feels like a dream. "Noah and I promised you, remember?"
"Yeah," You say softly, gently squeezing Noah's hand still holding yours and reaching up with your other hand and place it over top of Mirage's. "You did."
"Now come on," Mirage says, pulling back slowly before you hear him fully transform and his engine rev. "Get in!"
You hear the familiar click of both doors popping open and Noah leads you to the passenger side, helping you get in by protecting your head. Mirage is the one that buckles you in, and you gasp softly as you weren't expecting it. Noah laughs a bit before getting in the driver side and Mirage closes the doors for both of you.
"You too, Noah," Mirage teases, voice coming from the radio, when Noah doesn't move to put his seatbelt on.
"What? Not gonna put it on for me too?" Noah teases back before the telltale click of his seatbelt buckling in reaches your ears. "Thank you."
You can't help but feel giddy and fidget in your seat as Mirage revs his engine a few times to allow the garage door to fully open, before driving out and into the lit up night time streets of Brooklyn.
"It's going to be a bit of a drive, so how about some tunes?" Mirage asks and you smile, still blindfolded as requested of you.
"How about you play our favorite playlist?" Noah suggests and you sit up a bit more.
"That's a great idea," You say excitedly, reaching your left hand out to try and hold Noah's. You miss, and accidentally end up touching his thigh instead.
"Sorry-" You begin, and try to pull your hand away, only for Noah to place his hand on top of yours and make you rest it on his thigh again. You can't see it, but Mirage sees the way Noah smiles at you for the gesture, and the blush on both of your faces.
The first song begins to play, and it's one of your favorites that you put on the playlist. The three of you built the playlist together of all of your favorite songs. Some don't blend very well at all, with Noah enjoying Wu Tang a lot, while Mirage usually favors rap or songs with good music. But it doesn't bother any of you. The three of you can bond over your favorite music, often learning new songs and all singing together.
As you sing, you begin to gently trace your hand over the leather of the seat below you without really noticing it. But Mirage does. With your touch so gentle and meticulous, feeling each stitch in the leather and tracing the seams, it begins to excite Mirage.
"Careful, sugar," Mirage says, nickname he uses only for you allowing you and Noah to realize who he's talking to. His voice a bit deeper than usual as the music quiets a bit so you can hear him better. "Keep touchin' me like that, and I might have to make a detour."
"Ah, s-sorry, I d-didn't realize-" You stutter, deep blush decorating your face as you pull your right hand away from the seat and place it in your lap.
"You can tease him more later," Noah says, and you just know he's smirking a bit as you hear him run his rough hand over the steering wheel. Mirage's engine growls a bit at the gesture, and you know Noah is teasing him too. "For now, we just need to focus on getting to our first destination of the night."
"You're being unfair, baby," Mirage whines, and you can hear the pout in his voice as he speaks to Noah.
Noah chuckles a bit, and you can hear a little bit of his dominant streak in it, which means he can get a little mean. Not in a cruel way, of course, he just likes to see his partners pout and plead for him.
"I'll show you how fair I can be later," Noah nearly purrs. The energy between the three of you is very sexually charged. It's not uncommon for it to be either. Since the three of you don't get much time together with Mirage in robot mode --much less of it alone because of the other Autobots that like to hang around-- most of the time it's spent having sex and cuddling after.
Mirage is quiet after that, knowing exactly what Noah means by his words. Slowly the music fades back in and Mirage starts over your song out of respect for interrupting it. The rest of the ride is like it usually is when the three of you are driving around the city, uncaring of the usual traffic. Just singing to the music together, occasionally talking about how things have been going. Like Kris's progress with his new medical coverage, Mirage telling stories of Cybertron, and you adding your own stories of working as a mechanic. Some people like to believe they know your job better than you do, and you would love to bring up to them that you managed to put together a literal alien robot, but you can't for obvious reasons. Plus you had Noah and the other Autobots help.
Even blindfolded, you've grown to know and understand Mirage and Noah well enough to almost know exactly how they'd be smiling, or what they'd be doing in reaction to certain things. Like you know when Noah has widened eyes and laughs in surprise when you tell him about one older man cursing you out when he swore the transmission was out when it was just a fucked up timing belt. You literally had to pull the timing belt off of the car and show how mangled and frayed it was to the man before he shut up and left with a grumble of embarrassment.
Eventually, Mirage slows down and Noah lifts his hand off of yours, the one that was on his thigh for almost the entire ride. He then takes your blindfold off. You blink a few times before looking around. You're definitely outside of the city. Most of the surrounding area is trees, reaching up as shadows towards the moonlit sky. The three of you are in a line of cars, and you see some kind of booth further up on the left.
"Where are we?" You ask, still trying to look around a figure it out.
"It's a drive in theatre!" Mirage says excitedly. "This way, all three of us can enjoy the movie."
"This was Mirage's idea for the date. My idea is what we're going to do afterwards," Noah adds, and you're excited to finally see his smile again after being in the dark for so long.
"Well, I can tell this will be a great date. Thank you, both," You say, gently squeezing Noah's hand with yours and patting the dash in front of you, making Mirage giggle a bit.
"Hey, you know I'm ticklish there," Mirage says, pout evident in his voice again, and you really wish you could see his face right now. He's always adorable when he pouts.
Noah pays for your tickets, and Mirage drives you to a good spot in the grass. All of you have a good view of the plain white screen. A lot of people are walking to get snacks from a few of the booths. There isn't very many kids running around, and those that are there are at least teenagers, so you have to assume it's a rated movie of some kind.
"So, what movie are we watching?" You ask, getting comfortable in the seat before yelping quietly when Mirage suddenly reclined it for you and you fell back with it. But you start laughing soon after, thankful that Mirage knows you well enough at this point to know how you like to get comfortable.
"Ghost in the Shell," Noah answers, and smiles at you as your eyes widen in response.
"No way!"
"Well, I remember you saying you wanted to see it, so I found the place that was showing it," Mirage answers and you know he would have that smug smirk on his face. He always remembers anything you and Noah say, and he's always smug when he's able to do something about it.
"You're both too good to me," You mumble only to blush deeply when Noah gently grabs your chin and turns your face towards his.
"Hey, sweetheart, we're not too good to you. It's what you deserve," Noah says softly, and you find yourself smiling at his kind words.
"You know, he's right," Mirage chimes in, voice a bit more serious than usual. It just has you smiling more.
"Thank you, boys," You say affectionately before leaning in to kiss Noah softly. Noah smiles against your lips and kissed you back, shifting a bit and letting go of your chin to hold the back of your neck.
"Hey, that's not fair," Mirage huffs, and you giggle as you pull away from the kiss with Noah. "I want to kiss them too."
"And you don't want to kiss me?" Noah taunts back, his voice teasing. "I thought I knew you."
"Of course I want to kiss you too, baby," Mirage answers, smoothly, but you know he's about to tease again. He's always bratty to some extent. "I just want to kiss them more than you."
"The movie is about to start, knock it off you two," You say playfully, sitting back in your reclined seat and getting comfortable again.
Noah reclines his seat back only for Mirage to force it back up playfully. The two bicker without any real bitterness, but Mirage allows Noah to recline the seat back and settle in the second time. Just as all of you settle down, Mirage tunes into the radio station playing the audio for the theatre and the sound plays for all of you.
The movie was very enjoyable, made more so by the fact that you were able to watch it with both of your partners. The three of you talk together about the movie afterwards, allowing everyone else to begin to leave before the three of you do. Once most of everyone has cleared out, Mirage slowly makes both of you sit up again and begins to drive you out.
"This next bit was Noah's idea," Mirage says as he takes a right out of the place, instead of left back towards where you came from.
It's not as long of a drive, but you get a little nervous when Mirage turns and drives off the road. You trust him and his driving, of course, but it's dark, and the area is semi-forested. You grab Noah's hand and squeeze a bit, making him look over at you.
"It's okay," Noah reassures. "I just wanted to make sure we don't get interrupted or seen."
You nod slowly. You understand that. But you're still nervous until Mirage slows down. He rolls up and over a small hill, revealing a cliff that overlooks the city. Almost all of its lights are bright, but you can finally see the stars out here when you look up. It makes you gawk a bit as you let go of Noah's hand and lean forward, gently placing your hands on Mirage's dash as you look up at the starry sky.
"I know you talk about wanting to see the stars again occasionally. And I found this place for us," Noah explains and you look back at him with wide eyes.
"It's so cliche," You blurt out before the three of you laugh together. Once the laughing calms down you smile. "But I love it. Thank you."
"You're very welcome, sweetheart," Noah answers with a gentle smile. "I'm-"
"We're glad you've enjoyed the date!" Mirage interrupts Noah and you smile as Noah glares at the radio where Mirage's voice comes from.
"That wasn't what I was going to say," Noah responds.
"I'm getting in the back. I've had enough of you two bickering," You tease before climbing over the center console, careful to not hurt Mirage as his interior in car mode can be pretty sensitive.
You settle down, leaning your back against one of the back doors and looking up at the sky from the window. It's comfortable, and enjoyable. You had to hand it to your boyfriends, this date was definitely worth waiting for. It's one of the best you've ever been on. You're pulled from your daydreaming by Noah opening the door closest to your feet and climbing in the back with you.
"Mind if I join?" He asks and you giggle a little.
"Not at all, Mr. Diaz," You tease only for him to climb over you, and Mirage shuts the door behind him.
You find yourself blushing deeply as you sink down a bit where you're sitting. Noah is looking at you with dark eyes, and you know well enough now what that means. You glance at the radio and Noah follows your gaze before chuckling softly.
"He's been a brat tonight, he just gets to watch," Noah says and Mirage begins to protest, but Noah reaches to the front of the car and turns the radio down. Mirage allows him to. "Keep being a brat and you won't get to touch them at all. Got it, baby?"
"Y-Yeah, I got it," Mirage answers after turning the radio back up again so you both could hear him. Mirage is quiet after that, which is surprising, but Noah usually always gets his way with the both of you.
Once Mirage is quiet, Noah focuses back on you. His dark eyes and his attention solely on you as you feel small under him. You press your thighs together, wanting both of them, but Noah is obviously in full control tonight, and that makes you even more excited. It feels like an eternity before Noah leans down and kisses you. It's deeper than the other kisses you've shared tonight as he presses closer, wrapping an arm around you as he tilts his head to the side a bit more. He pulls away for a quick breath before diving back in, this time, running his tongue over your lips. Pliant as ever, you open your mouth for him, meeting his tongue with your own before allowing him to explore your mouth. After a moment you begin to softly suck on his tongue, making him groan softly and pull away. Both of you are breathing pretty hard now, and you keep your eyes closed as you try to calm your pounding heart.
"Hey, sweetheart," Noah says softly, making you open your eyes to look at him. He still has the dark desire in his eyes you're familiar with, but it's softened now. "Do you want to do this?"
"Yes, absolutely," You answer excitedly before smiling and giggling as Noah surges forward to kiss you again.
He's a bit rougher now, more desperate as he kisses you this time. Quickly pushing his tongue into your mouth as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and slide down until you're fully laying in the back seat. With a little shimmying in the cramped back seat, Noah slots himself between your legs. You can feel how excited he is through his pants as he lays against you. But you can't really tease him for it, you're definitely soaked through your underwear.
The two of you pull away, gasping for air for a moment before Noah begins unbottoning your shirt. He grumbles a bit as he does so, not wanting to just rip it off of you, since it's your favorite button down. But he's definitely not happy with how long it's taking to get it off of you.
"Couldn't you wear another shirt for this?" Noah asks and you giggle a little.
"I always want to dress nice for you and Mirage," You answer, helping Noah with the last few buttons to speed up the process.
"And you're always so cute, sugar," Mirage says, and you smile, glancing at the radio again.
"Thank you," You say a bit shyly before Noah is making you look back at him again with a firm grip on your chin.
"Take the rest of it off, I want to see you," Noah says, and you bite your bottom lip at his tone of voice before shifting to do as he asks.
He also begins to pull off his shirt and pants, but the two of you accidentally bump each other a multiple times, resulting in you giggling and eventually Noah beginning to laugh as well. Soon, though, you're both fully naked and Noah is just looking over your body, making you blush and try to hide yourself.
"You're perfect," Noah says softly, sounding nearly breathless before he remembers that there's one last thing to do before you finally get to feel him inside you again.
Unlike Mirage, who can't get you pregnant, Noah definitely could. So the two of you always do your best to be safe about it. So as Noah starts looking through his clothing for a condom, Mirage chuckles a bit.
"They're in the middle console," Mirage helpfully supplies and pops it open for Noah who reaches in and grabs one.
"What would I do without you, baby?" Noah asks and Mirage laughs again.
"Not get laid," He teases.
"I'll pretend you didn't say that so you can have some time with them tonight," Noah says, flicking part of the wrapper at the radio. Mirage whines and is about to complain before thinking better of it and going quiet again.
Noah turns back to you and slides the condom on before leaning back over you and pressing your foreheads together. "Ready, baby?" He asks, his hard cock resting on top of your swollen clit.
"Yes, please, Noah," You whine, knowing that you're more likely to get your way if you ask nicely.
And you're rewarded by Noah smirking and reaching down with one hand to line himself up with your soaked entrance.He drags the tip through your folds teasingly until you whine again and wiggle your hips to try and catch it on your hole.
"Okay, okay," Noah says softly to you before slowly beginning to push forward.
You gasp and whimper at the stretch, pushing at Noah's stomach to make him to stop for a moment. It's been a while since you've felt him inside you, and it's definitely an adjustment. When you begin to relax around him, and you pull your hand away from his stomach, he slowly pushes forward again. Opening you up with his cock as he tries to control himself, even if it's difficult with how your velvety walls squeeze around him. Finally, his hips hit yours and you both let out a breath you didn't know you were holding as you try to get used to him again.
"F-Fuck, I forget how big you are," You mumble, wrapping your arms around Noah's shoulders again. You up and bury your nose in the crook of his neck, sweat doing nothing to deter you, as you're just as sweaty.
Noah chuckles a bit, sounding just as wrecked as you. "I forget how tight you are, shit. Mirage is tight, but not like this."
"Hey-"
"It's a compliment to you, baby," Noah tells him, still trying to calm his breathing even though you two haven't even started yet. "I don't have to worry about hurting you, and can pound you exactly how you want immediately."
"Yeah," you add, "sometimes having to wait is really annoying. Please, move, Noah."
"As you wish, mi amor," Noah purrs into your ear and you whine before yelping as he draws his hips back and slams them back against yours. It jolts you up Mirage's door slightly, and you frantically try to grab something on the door to steady yourself before Noah begins to pound into you.
You almost hear Mirage moan at your tight grip on him, but you're too lost in searing pleasure as Noah starts up a brutal pace with his hips. He's groaning softly above you, holding onto your hips and pushing them down into the seat. You reach up with your other hand, tangling your fingers in Noah's loose curls in a desperate attempt to hold onto something.
"F-Fuck, sweetheart," Noah groans, breathless, before leaning down and shifting his grip to hold onto you, pulling you to his chest as he grinds deep inside you. He's almost too deep as you whimper and let out a drawn out moan. It brings you that much closer to your first orgasm of the night, and you wrap your legs around his hips, pushing him a little deeper until you feel pressure in your hips that translates to deep pleasure.
"Noah, please move again," You whisper, "I'm getting close. Please."
"Be patient, mi amore, I'm trying to savor this," Noah gently chides you, but he pulls back again, shifting his grip. He holds your shoulder with one hand, and rests his other against Mirage's door.
With his new grip, he's able to pull you down against him as he begins to thrust again. He pulls you down each time he thrusts into you, causing you to cry out as he's able to thrust deeper into you now. You're getting wetter by the second, and you even find yourself giggling a bit when you hear a bit of a squelch on one particular thrust. Noah just smiles at you, breathing hard, sheen of sweat making him glow in the moonlight.
Your orgasm builds quickly, pleasure mounting higher with each rough thrust into you. Noah always knows how to drive you wild. You begin to tense up, so Noah leans down and bites your shoulder, hard. That's your undoing. Your moan catches in your throat, a silent scream as you arch your back, and Noah fucks you through it. A high squeak finally bursts from you before a sobbed moan as you fall limp, and hold onto Noah again to ground yourself. He doesn't slow down or stop, and you're left reeling as he pulls away from the mark he's left on your shoulder. It drags your orgasm out even longer as your walls pulse around his cock, causing him to groan into your ear.
"Squeeze me just like that, mi corazón," He whispers to you and you whimper before attempting to tighten your walls around him consciously, but it's so hard to think as your entire body tingles from your orgasm.
Noah begins to kiss your neck and you suddenly cry out again, holding onto him tightly. You don't know if this is a second orgasm since it didn't feel like your first ever stopped, but as you clench tighter around him, your walls fluttering with the aftershocks, he groans deeply.
"'M close, baby," Noah growls into your ear as you whimper, definitely overstimulated now as you can't feel your legs as they dangle on either side of Noah's hips uselessly.
"Pl-Please," You whimper. "Please c-cum inside, N-Noaaaahh~"
"Fuck," Noah curses, shifting his grip one last time back to your hips, grip tight enough to leave bruises as he begins to slam your hips down against his quickly and desperately. You're unable to steady yourself anymore, trying to keep yourself from hitting Mirage's door, but nearly failing as your bones feel like jelly.
It feels like an eternity of pleasure before Noah finally moans in that familiar way that lets you know he's cumming. His hips finally still against yours, jerking a bit with each aftershock, trying to bury himself as deep inside you as he can. When he finally stops cumming, he stills above you, breathing hard, head drooping a bit. His hair is damp from sweat, and you're not fairing much better as you heave deep breaths to try and catch your breath again. You both slowly come down from your highs together, basking in the afterglow as Noah slowly lifts his head to look at you again. You both smile weakly at each other as Noah reaches up to cup your cheek with his hand.
"You were so hot," Noah says quietly and you giggle a bit.
"Speak for yourself," You answer before leaning up and wrapping your arms around Noah before dragging him down.
His full weight lays on you and you feel comfortable and sated. It's a beautiful feeling, even as you feel him slowly softening inside you. You hold onto each other until you finally catch your breaths and Noah looks up at you.
"Can I pull out now?"
"Yeah, please," You answer, watching as Noah pushes himself up and he grabs onto himself and the condom to pull out of you. He winces and whines a bit from overstimulation before letting out a sigh when he slips fully out of you.
He ties the condom off and gets a small bag out of the center console to put it in to throw it away later. He helps you get dressed, at least in your underwear. You smile up at him and he smiles back before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead and then kissing your lips for a longer moment. When he pulls away, you slowly try to sit up before giggling a bit.
"I can't feel my legs," You say, and Noah chuckles.
"Good," He teases, running his hands up your thighs.
"So I can't have my turn yet?" Mirage asks, whining again. You can tell just how turned on he is from watching and feeling you two just by the breathy quality in his voice.
"You'll have to give me a little bit. I'm not ready for a second round yet," You answer, gently patting Mirage's door with a fond smile. "Drive us back to the garage and I should be ready then."
"Then get up here, sugar!" Mirage says excitedly.
You and Noah both laugh as you pull on the rest of your clothes and get back in the front seats. Noah is about to get in the driver seat, only for Mirage to lock the door on him.
"Nope, sugar gets to sit there this time," Mirage says and Noah huffs, but walks around to the passenger side. He's too tired to really chastise Mirage for being a brat again.
You gratefully get in the driver seat and place one hand on the steering wheel, feeling it as you drag your hand down to a more comfortable position. Mirage moans softly, sounding more like a soft release of air from a compression break, before his engine revs excitedly.
"Don't make me speed home," Mirage says, buckling you both in again before he backs up, and heads back the way you came.
"A high speed chase would be fun again," Noah says sarcastically, making the three of you laugh a bit.
Tonight's not over yet.
*✧・゚: *✧・゚:*✧・゚: *✧・゚:*✧・゚: *✧・゚:
Part 2
Mirage gets to have fun with you in the garage.
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Run Wild 4
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I apologize for the long wait on this one - between life stuff and the chapter fighting me, it's been longer than I intended. This is a nice long chapter though to help make up for it.
Things are going well and you're settling into the pack... and then the three of you get sent on a survival training refresher. Just the three of you. Alone in the woods. For three days. Nothing could possibly go wrong.
Warnings: Swearing, animal death (unspecified fish and birds), yearning, shifter behaviors, pack behaviors, allusions to sex and intimacy, brief mention of blood.
Word count: 3.6k
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Horangi healed just fine from the gunshot. Of course he did. It didn’t even take long - less than a week. König did, in fact, fuss over him, which you got to witness a couple times. It was pretty funny, at least from the outside. 
But you did make a mental note not to get injured. You didn’t need someone fussing over you that way. 
You’d spent the morning and part of the afternoon doing other tasks, since you didn’t actually get to spend all your time with your pack. Which was fine. You’d been without a pack for a long time, you didn’t need one to function. 
But even so, once you were dismissed, you headed back to the pack room. You wanted to see if they were around, maybe pester Horangi into some pool time now that he was allowed to shift again. 
You paused outside the door. Something was different. Head tilted, you listened for anything unusual, but all was quiet, but for a very faint rumble. 
You poked just your head around the door. 
Horangi and König were on the bigass couch (a LoveSac, König had told you once), neither of them facing the door. You noted Horangi’s missing sunglasses first. Then the flash of König’s hair, auburn longer than you would have expected. 
Then the smell hit you. Even with the window open, it was easy for you to smell that they’d been intimate. 
You backed off immediately, unwilling to disturb whatever peaceful bubble the two had. 
You weren’t quite embarrassed - you hadn’t caught them in the middle of it, at least. And with your sense of smell, this was far from the first time you’d smelled this on someone. Friends. People you knew. 
(Looking back on it, you continued to be a little amazed you survived basic without anyone knowing you were a shifter.)
No, the most confusing part was that you weren’t vaguely grossed out. Far from it, really.
You wanted to investigate, nose around, see how this changed their normal scents. 
Nope. Nope nope nope. Not happening. You shook your head, hard, trying to knock the thoughts out too. 
You were absolutely not attracted to your two packmates. Nope. Not happening. 
You threw yourself at the obstacle course for a good hour, working to beat your record. It was a good distraction - you couldn’t just rely on muscle memory, you had to pay attention. 
It wasn’t until you had sprawled out on the ground, panting, trying to get your breath back enough to go shower, that anyone bothered you. 
“Have fun?” 
The semi-sarcastic question made you lift your head to look at Horangi, the alpha standing off to the side. His sunglasses were back on, was the first thing you noticed. 
“What’s up?” You asked instead of answering his question. You pushed yourself up to sitting, not quite willing to lay prone in front of him. Not after what you’d almost walked in on earlier. 
“We’ve got a refresher on wilderness survival,” Horangi drawled, voice flat. But he didn’t smell angry. Hm. “The three of us.”
Oh. Oh boy. Three or so days living in the wilderness with the two of them. 
This was definitely going to go wrong, somehow. 
“When are we leaving?” You’d have to pack up a few things. Not a lot, you usually weren’t allowed a lot, but still. 
“Tomorrow morning, 0800.” 
“Got it.” You pushed up to your feet, absently brushing dirt off yourself. “See you in the morning, sir.” 
Horangi nodded once. You couldn’t see his eyes, but you could feel his gaze on you, even as you turned away and headed inside. 
You resisted the urge to look back at him. 
Wilderness survival was honestly not hard. It wasn’t something you hated, either. You had done something similar with your dad many times.
Although when you’d done it with him, you’d both been shifted. It was a little easier to find natural shelter as a mink than as a human. 
This time, you had your two packmates with you, one on either side. The three of you got dropped in the middle of nowhere in a forest with a map, some basic supplies, and an exfil location. 
The first stretch of the hike was lovely. The weather was nice (for once), the sounds of the forest soothing, and even though you were walking with giants neither of them pushed the pace too hard. 
The sun was high in the sky by the time Horangi paused, consulting the map. You stayed back a bit, watching as König peered over the top of the alpha’s head at the map. 
You tipped your head back, enjoying the sunshine, the birds singing, the faint trickle of water…
Wait. Water?
Focused now, you turned a slow circle, trying to pinpoint where you heard the water coming from. You paused facing slightly away from Horangi and König. 
“I hear water,” you told the two of them, glancing over only to find them already watching you. You blinked, startled, and shifted your weight. 
“Lead on, then.” Horangi motioned you forward with a lazy wave of one hand. 
You eyed him for a moment, uncertain if he was being sincere or not. But he didn’t move, so you did. 
It was easy, picking a path through the forest. No major terrain changes, no gunfire to dodge. Just the peaceful noises around you… and your two packmates behind you. They were both quiet, impressively so considering how big they were (König moreso), but you could track them easily by sound alone, if you needed to. 
The sound of water grew louder until you paused at a stream. It wasn’t large, you could jump it if you wanted, but it was moving fast and clear. A good source of water was an excellent start. 
“This should empty into a lake,” Horangi said from behind you. “See if you can find it.”
You grinned over your shoulder at him and started walking parallel to the stream, moving a little faster with the lure of a lake. The light increased in intensity ahead of you, and you slowed right at the edge of the trees. 
The lake spread out in front of you, sunlight sparkling off the water. It was decent-sized, and looked deep. There were probably fish in there, and for a moment you longed to shuck your gear and jump in. 
It had been a long time since you’d gone fishing the proper way.
Reluctantly, you turned your back on the water to trot back to the other two. 
“Found the lake,” you told them, grinning. “It’s not far.”
Horangi nodded. “We’ll set up for the day there,” he agreed, nodding you forward again. 
Which meant fishing. Elated, you practically bounced back to the lake, ignoring the two of them behind you, both laughing. 
It didn’t take long to find a good camping spot, the two of them more than capable of setting up a temporary shelter for the three of you. (And it was for the three of you - when you mentioned finding a spot nearby, Horangi put his foot down and said it was better to stay together. You didn’t object. Pack cuddles sounded really nice.) 
You and König gathered tinder while the light was good, setting up a spot for a fire later. This part you really needed no help with - you���d done this enough. You had extra cotton balls and a fire starter in your bag for a reason, after all. 
“Dinner?” König asked, slanting a look at you that you could tell was amused, even with the hood still in the way.
You perked up, trying not to seem too desperate. “I could fish?” 
Horangi looked at you for a moment before he nodded once. You got the feeling he was amused, despite not being able to see his expression. 
You resisted the urge to buzz happily, instead trotting down closer to the lake. It took moments to pile your boots to one side, tossing your outer layers next to them, before you shifted and wriggled out of the rest of your clothes. 
The first dip into the water was perfect - a little cool (although your fur helped insulate you), clear, and beautiful. You spent a minute darting around, half searching for fish and half having fun. 
It had been far too long since you’d let yourself have fun like this. 
It didn’t take long to find fish, and you spent a few moments just watching them. The bigger fish were down near the bottom of the lake, which wasn’t too far, really. 
Three would probably do the job to feed you all. 
The first fish was the hardest. You had to remember how to grab it right to hang on and drag it out of the water. The fish, of course, didn’t make it easy. But you succeeded, even though the fish was bigger than you. 
You left it on the shore, far enough away from the water that it (probably) couldn’t flap itself back in, and dove back in to get the next fish. 
Except when you dragged this one up the shore, Horangi was handling the first fish, cleaning and prepping it. And it looked… not big in his hands. 
Hm. Maybe three wouldn’t be enough. 
“Leave it there,” Horangi said, gaze flitting to you. He’d removed his sunglasses at some point, letting you feel the full weight of his gaze.
You chittered at him, leaving the fish and diving back into the water.
But you didn’t stop at three fish. You caught two more, dragging the fifth fish up to Horangi before trotting away to shake yourself off at a polite distance. 
When you shifted back, you caught König looking at you from his spot by the fire. It was difficult to tell, between the distance and the fact that you were shoving yourself back into your clothes as fast as possible, but this look was… different. 
There was something different, anyway. Hell if you could pinpoint what. 
“Well done,” Horangi praised quietly, gaze flicking up to you before he picked up all the fish, which he’d cleaned. 
You fought down the urge to buzz. It didn’t translate as well when you were human, and it was weird. But you did wiggle, just a little, as you jogged after him to the fire to help cook. 
Sitting with the two of them while dinner cooked was… nice. Odd, but nice. They were both quiet by nature, which you didn’t mind. König kept giving you little looks, which you couldn’t decipher. But he didn’t say anything, so you figured it was just a him thing and left it alone. 
Horangi tested the first fish and deemed it edible, nodding to you. You picked one for yourself and settled in to eat, humming a little. This was nice. This was the kind of nice you could get used to.
Even though you shouldn’t. It wouldn’t be like this once the three of you finished this training. It would be back to the norm - eating by yourself in the mess, spending time with them in the pack room when you weren’t on duty. 
You shoved the thought down with your next bite of fish, swallowing hard. Focus on being hungry. That was safer. But you ate a little slower than the other two. They needed the extra fish. 
“Here.” König tore off a chunk of his second fish, putting it on your plate. 
“But–” You looked at him, eyes wide. 
Horangi clicked his tongue, and a second piece of fish got deposited on your plate. “Eat,” he ordered you. “We have plenty.”
A little chagrined and a little confused, you worked on the additional pieces. And. Okay. You knew they hadn’t meant it this way.
But they’d put their food on your plate. 
And your instincts were screaming, just a little. 
The rest of the night was quiet. König took your plates to wash, and you ended up lounging on your back by the fire, looking up at the stars twinkling through the treetops. 
“It’s been a long time since I’ve done this.”
You frowned. You hadn’t meant to say that aloud. But… nothing catastrophic happened. Your packmates were both quiet, at least until Horangi sprawled out next to you. 
“Oh?” It was a gentle prod, but it was very much a prod. 
You pursed your lips, considering how to answer for a few moments. Then you sighed softly. “My parents used to take me out places like this. Wasn’t far off from what we’re doing, really.” 
Horangi chuffed softly. It sounded odd coming from a human throat but you still recognized it for acceptance. “Why did they stop?”
Your heart ached, and you shoved up to your feet. The stars held no appeal for you now. “That’s a story for another night.” You checked on the tarp for your shelter overnight, pushing your pack into a corner where it would keep dry. There wasn’t much else to do, really. 
So you shoved yourself into the corner next to your pack, curling up. That was as clear an indication that you weren’t going to talk as you could do. 
You didn’t manage to fall asleep until you felt Horangi and König settle down near you. 
You woke slowly, warmer than you'd expected to be. It got cold overnight out here, after all. But you weren't cold at all. 
A little confused, you patted around. Maybe one of them had given you an extra blanket? 
Your fingers met fur, warm and coarse. Hm. That was different. And nice. Nice and warm. 
Wait. Fur? 
Your eyes flew open and your breathing halted. You could see only part of an enormous bear curled around you and Horangi both. Horangi had his back to you, shoulders moving steadily with his breathing. 
Oh. Oh this was bad. First they put food on your plate, now this? Pack cuddles with one of them shifted, and the alpha trusting you with his back? 
Oh no. No no no. Nope. This was going to end so badly for you. 
You just needed to shove your feelings into a little box and stuff it away somewhere. That would work. You’d be fine. No problem. 
You tried to ease away from the two, only for König to rumble at you. The bear lifted his head to look at you, grumbling. 
“Hush,” you whispered, patting his fur. “Be right back.” 
He huffed at you but settled down again. This time he didn’t protest when you shuffled away, careful not to disturb Horangi. 
You moved a safe distance away before you sat, putting your head down in your hands. These two really needed to stop giving you mixed signals like this. 
Although, when you really thought about it… were they even mixed signals at this point? Or just signals you didn’t want to think about? 
You made a face at yourself and breathed in deep. Two more days of this and then it would be back to base. Back to business as usual. 
You could manage two more days.
One more deep breath, and you headed back to camp, the low light barely a problem for you. Sunlight was just peeking through the trees, the rest of the forest just waking up. 
Horangi was up when you got back to camp, and he simply nodded to you before breaking down camp. By the time the three of you were done and ready to move on, it was like you’d never been there at all. 
Horangi took the lead again, and you followed him while König took the rear. 
You were surprised again at how easy this was. The quiet between the three of you never felt strained. You never doubted that Horangi knew where you were going. König never snuck up behind you enough to spook you. 
If you wanted to be real honest with yourself… this was even better than camping with your parents had ever been. 
And not just because you were an adult and didn’t need to be watched all the time. 
These two were rapidly slipping under your skin, and you weren’t sure how you felt about that. 
Especially when you all stopped to set up camp again and Horangi said he’d hunt for the three of you. König settled next to you in front of the fire, his knee knocking into yours. 
“You know much of the plant life here?” 
You blinked at the out of the blue question and shrugged. “Not really,” you admitted. “If I don’t recognize it, I don’t touch it.” 
“Good.” König nudged you with his knee again. “Come with me.”
Confused but not quite willing to push, you stood and followed him away from the fire. He didn’t take you far, though, instead crouching next to a tree to show you a plant. And then another. And another.
Before you knew it, you were side by side with him, peering over plants and doing your best to remember which ones were which. 
It was surprisingly fun, actually. You’d never given plants this much thought, but with König? It was fun. 
Hopefully he wouldn’t quiz you, though. 
“Here.” König pointed to a berry bush. “Gather these.”
You started picking berries, doing your best to avoid the thorns. König moved away, though you could still see him in your peripheral vision as he checked on the fire and brought over a dish for you to set the berries on. 
“How’d you learn all this?” you asked, half-distracted, trying to reach a juicy looking berry without having your hands cut to ribbons. 
König was silent for a few moments, shifting his weight next to you. “I learned as a boy,” he settled on. You had a feeling there was more to it than that, but you certainly weren’t going to push. 
“What do you think Horangi is bringing back?” 
König snorted, shoulders relaxing again. “Birds,” he said softly. “He likes birds.” 
You filed that little piece of information away, just in case. “Good to know.” You made a face when a thorn caught the tip of your finger, blood beading up against your skin. 
König clucked softly, catching your hand in one of his before you could pull away. “Careful,” he rumbled, low and soothing. 
“I’m fine,” you dismissed, trying to tug your hand back. But König ignored you, lifting your hand to look at the cut himself more closely. 
“No more injuries,” he said, voice soft even as he met your gaze. “Ja?” 
“Okay,” you agreed, a little breathless.
His thumb smeared over the tiny cut, cleaning away your blood. He blinked and looked down between you, the vice around your chest relaxing somewhat. 
“Thanks.” You tried to keep your voice dry, to show you hadn’t really thought his fuss necessary. But you were just a little too breathy to make it stick. 
He hummed softly, a pleased rumbly little noise. But he didn’t move away, keeping hold of your hand. 
Until a twig snapped behind you. Then he leaned back a little, gaze lifting over your head to look. 
“Done already?” König stood, still holding your hand and pulling you up to your feet as well. You huffed at him. 
“Still have to clean them.” Horangi held up two birds. You had no idea what they actually were, but they were decent sized, and one of them was colorful. Probably the male. 
“I’ll help,” you volunteered, gently tugging your hand away from König. It had been a while since you’d had to clean and prep a bird, but you didn’t remember it being that hard.
You were wrong. It sucked. Mainly because plucking the damn things was awful. 
Horangi chuffed in amusement every time he caught you making faces at your assigned bird. Which was often. But he didn’t actually make fun of you, which was good. 
Dinner was quiet, though again not the uncomfortable kind of quiet. Just quiet. It was weird… but nice. 
You were getting entirely too comfortable with these two. Part of you insisted that was only right - they were pack, and you should be comfortable with pack. The rest of you screeched about protecting yourself first and that pack did not automatically mean trustworthy. 
Your head was a bit of a mess. 
This time, you didn’t run off to bed before them, and ended up between the two. Nobody was touching (that you could see or feel), but they’d still put you in the middle. Intentionally. With the sort of planned grace that came from working together often. 
It was odd. Kind of nice. Definitely confusing. 
You resolutely shoved it out of your mind for now, letting the steady breathing on both sides of you lull you to sleep. 
You woke again to warmth, and resisted the urge to cuddle back into fur. Instead you opened your eyes, breathing slowly, taking a few moments to orient yourself. 
Horangi blinked slowly at you, head turned towards you even as he reclined against König’s mass. “Finally awake?”
You blinked, feeling a little slow still, and warmed. “Sorry,” you mumbled, dropping your gaze. 
He huffed, tucking one finger under your chin to pull your head back up. “No apologies,” he murmured, low and warm. “You were cute all cuddled up.”
You warmed further, unable to duck your head because of his grip on you, and settled for dropping your gaze to the space between the two of you. 
Apparently deciding to have mercy, Horangi tapped his thumb twice against you chin before he released you, sitting up. “Let’s break down camp,” he ordered. “Get to exfil early.” 
You nodded wordlessly, rolling to your feet to assist with clean up. 
But the phantom feel of his finger under your chin, his thumb against your skin, didn’t leave you all day.
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st-kitten · 3 months
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707 pt.4 christmas special
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WARNINGS: soft toji... (we all deserve it), choking, hickeys
NEXT PART COMING SOON: SMUTTIEST SMUTTY SMUT SMUTTIER THAN SMUT HAS EVER SMUTTED (hopefully)
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you stood in your kitchen, making hot chocolate for yourself and megumi upon his insistence. it was early evening and megumi had woken toji up from his five hour long nap to ask him to play. and like a moody man, he dropped him off at your house, going back to bed.
so, after an hour of sketching with him and letting him play on one of your guitars, you placed him on the kitchen counter. megumi latched onto you like a slug until you agreed to make him hot chocolate. he looked at you with so much love. you had been a welcome surprise for him. he adored how you let him be himself unconditionally. you encouraged his hobbies, helped him find new ones, and you never forced him to behave. you had become his safe space too.
you let megumi decorate some cookies you'd baked with icing cream. he was truly an artist. you watched him hold the icing bag with his tiny hands and fill in the star shaped cookies.
the shelf against your door creaked and moved as toji barged inside your house (which you didn't mind of course).
"put it back in place. there's no point in that barricade if you end up pushing through it, you know..." you said from your kitchen.
toji kicked the shelf with his knee to push it back against the door. he stood, leaning against the kitchen island, eyes shifting between you and the cookies megumi showed him.
he held back a laugh watching your outfit for the day. the way you paired miscellaneous items of clothing and still came out with an outfit had his eyes glued to you. you wore fishnet tights, a brown plaid skirt, beige turtleneck and a huge cardigan that engulfed you. you felt his eyes staring at you. not staring at you, but, well, checking you out. his mind always wandered. never to bad places, but his thoughts were usually, well, dirty...
you poured an extra mug of hot chocolate for him too. you dipped your finger in megumi's mug to check how hot it was.
"i want..."
"it's boiling hot, gumi."
"gimme" he did his grabby hands, and you smirked. you held your finger out to him and he licked the steaming hot chocolate off it, flinching at its temperature. toji licked his own lips, envying his son for a solid minute. he could just keep looking at you. your lips, your hair, your eyes, your figure… god, you were beautiful. you were so, so perfect. his heart was beating hard in his chest.
"will you be a good boy and wait for it to cool down a little?"
"yes he will," said toji as he scooter over to stand behind you, hiding you from megumi's view. he had you trapped between him and the kitchen counter. as you sprayed whipped cream on the mugs, toji slid his hand under your skirt and grabbed your ass, giving it a nice squeeze. you jumped a little, startled, and dropped a spoon, his hand grasping at it and grabbing it before it hit the floor. he moved his hands to your legs, to your thighs…
"so clumsy..." his voice reverberated. you felt his hot breath on the back of your neck as his hands started to move up your legs, his lips almost touching your ear.
"you have some nerve..." you said, a shudder running down your spine.
"don't blame me."
"here," you said, handing him a mug.
you managed to escape his towering frame looming over you, and slid a mug of hot chocolate to megumi. he crushed some cookies and sprinkled them over the cream. the three of you circled the kitchen island, sipping hot chocolate and wiping cream moustaches.
"so, what's your plan today? it's christmas eve..."
"he wants to see the giant tree in the a city square. guess i gotta take him there."
"oh yeah! they go all out on the lights. this year i think they're letting people hang their own ornaments on it. it's a huge tree," you said. "come with us," he said. toji never cared much for celebrations, but it meant something to his kid and if there was one lesson he'd learned from the life he'd grown up in, was that every child deserves an innocent and fun childhood. so if it meant taking megumi out to see the sights, buying him candies or toys, or even inviting his favourite person with them, he'd do it.
"i have a delivery coming in tonight, i'll need to supervise it," you replied.
"we'll make it back in time."
"they need to set it up and all, toji..."
"y/n come with us!" megumi chirped, his eyes shining like stars.
you groaned at how cute he could get. "you're gonna be such a heartthrob, gumiiii. fine, i'll come." you ruffled his and kissed his forehead and megumi giggled with glee.
"he's got you wrapped around his finger."
"tell me about it..."
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the three of you roamed around the city, looking at the sights. christmas came alive with a twinkle of lights and festive decorations. tall buildings sparkled with fairy lights, casting a warm glow across the streets. storefronts dressed up their windows with scenes of santa, snow, and elves, creating a holiday buzz. wreaths hung on each door, bells and holly tied to them.
eggnog stands popped up on corners and the air carried the scent of spices as people savoured cups of eggnog, dusted with nutmeg. megumi had the appetite of two grown men and drank a whole pint of eggnog, hogged candies, cookies, and caramel popcorn.
"he's gonna wreck havoc tonight..." said toji, picking his kid up before he spotted anything remotely edible.
"and stay knocked out the whole day tomorrow."
"i'd pay to see that," he sighed.
megumi, bundled up in a cozy jacket, marvelled at the storefronts and the twinkling lights. he loved the colours and the glow of the city.
you soon stood in front of the giant christmas tree. it was massive, draped in ribbons, tinsel, lights, and a myriad of ornaments that people brought. some were storebought, some hand-made, some hung small lockets, picture-frames, and some even hung love letters.
toji held megumi on his shoulder and let him hang a little sketch he'd made of a christmas tree.
"it looks so pretty over there, gumi!" you said, admiring it.
"are ya gonna put something on too?"
"yep," you said as you pulled out something from your purse. you stood on your toes and hung an ornament you'd created out of one of your old golden guitar picks.
"huh. nice."
"i have too many picks. thought i'd spare one... do you have anything to hang?"
"uh... sure," said toji, pulling out a vicks inhaler from his pocket.
"bruh..." you burst into laughter, swatting the fuck out of toji's arm as he messily hung the keyring on a branch, next to your pick. you took a picture of megumi with the tree and his sketch. you snuck in a few pictures of toji looking absolutely disinterested in everything. the three of you roamed around some more until you walked by the lake, frozen and decorated with lights. people were skating on the ice. megumi pulled your hand and led you to the lake.
"you wanna skate, gumi?" you asked and he nodded. so you paid for a pair of skates for you and him. before you could ask toji, he backed away and waved his hand at you.
"loser," you quipped and took megumi to the rink. the winter evening cast a gentle glow on the ice. megumi eagerly hopped from foot to foot in his skates, in anticipation.
it took a few tries to get him used to the light footing. it felt like a scissor gliding through thin paper. megumi slipped a few times, but you caught him in time, helping him regain his balance. after momentary tumbles, you hold his hand and skate across the frozen lake. your skates etched swirling patterns on the ground as you glided over the ice.
toji, leaning on the bannister that surrounded the lake, watched you from a distance. his gaze followed your every pirouette, leap, and glide. he could see you encouraging megumi from time to time. seeing you twirling around, throwing your head back laughing, and skating with his kid did nine kinds of things to toji, and they all made his heart swell, and that was his silent applause to you. you skated your way back to where toji stood, and helped megumi off the slipper ice. both your cheeks and noses were pink, and your laughs gushed out with a puff of mist.
"thought you'd fall..."
"you'd have loved to see that..."
megumi got tired of walking, so he sat atop his father shoulders. your taut walk home passed by in minutes, conversations seamlessly shifting between the trivial and the festive. megumi fell asleep on toji's shoulders, so you offered to hold him.
the three of you stood in the elevator; megumi asleep in your arms, his head resting on your shoulder, while your red handbag rested against toji's.
"sugar game was on point today. he's fast asleep."
"thank god... i can't have this brat run around all night."
"do you have to call him a brat?"
"he is..."
you rolled your eyes and stepped out as the elevator dinged and opened. the two of you were met with two delivery men standing in front of your house, alternately looking through the hole in your door.
"oh, right on time." you wade past them and open the door.
toji followed you, not liking the way the delivery men were looking at you, their eyes trailing your legs.
you asked them to come inside and go on with their work. they brought in a large parcel inside and placed it in a corner of the living room. they began unwrapping and taking their tools out, occasionally checking you out. you had megumi in your arms, so you couldn't see that.
toji, however, saw that and more. he knew what those nods and raised eyebrows meant. he wasn't one to be jealous of prawny men like them. but something about the way they looked at you made him feel... possessive about you.
"put megumi in the bed," he said, gently holding your arm, and guiding you inside.
"you okay with him sleeping here?"
"yes."
toji almost hurried you inside your room. you put megumi on the bed and tucked him in your blanket. you switched the lights off, turning around to leave.
toji caught you by your arm and pushed you against your bedroom door. before you could even respond, his lips crashed onto yours. he kissed you fiercely. he heard you whimper and gasp, but he did not stop. he grabbed your waist and pushed you against the door, pushing himself against you, harder. he pulled away for a second, allowing you to breathe. he didn't need any lights to see your swollen lips and dim expression. he tilted his head and kissed your neck, feeling your arms grab his shoulder defensively. toji brought one hand to your throat and wrapped his fist around it. he began sucking at your neck. his hands, and his mouth could feel your gulps and panting heartbeats. the urge to consume you had taken over him as he started biting your soft neck. the whimpers and moans that left your mouth were music to his ears. your hot and heavy breathing and the way your throat felt in his vice-like claw sent him to a boiling point. his teeth dug into your flesh softly. his hold over your throat tightened and your breathless moans only encouraged him to bite harder. he wanted to take you then and there... but he had a statement to make.
he pulled away, much to his reluctance.
"what was that for..." you asked, panting, feeling blood rise in your neck. not that you were complaining.
toji pulled you aside and opened the door to your room. he led the two of you outside. he went straight to your kitchen and downed a glass of water.
you were still coming down from the high he'd put you through. you sauntered into the living room to check on your parcel. pleased to see it put together, you leaned against the wall, watching the delivery men clean up their tools.
they turned around to look at you and the mischievous grins they had earlier faltered away into thin lines of disappointment.
"it's done, ma'am."
"thank you." you were about to reach for your purse on the kitchen island when toji stood beside you, snaking his hand around your waist.
"that looks great, sweetheart," he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
you almost rocketed through the roof. what the fuck is wrong with him...
the two men awkwardly waited in your living room, hoping you'd give them a holiday season tip or offer them refreshments.
the door to your bedroom opened and megumi stepped out, awoken by your conversations. rubbing his eye, he trudged to his father. toji knelt down in front of him, ruffling his hair.
megumi looked up at you... he asked, "what happened y/n?", pointing to your neck.
you had no idea what he was talking about. all you heard was toji whispering something to megumi.
"you see those men, megs? they hurt y/n... they've been bad boys..." he looked at you and threw a wink.
like a rabid puppy, megumi dashed at the two delivery men, flapping his arms at their legs. stunned and perplexed, they began backing away. megumi bit one guy's calf and he yelped in pain, running away, crashing into his partner. the two scurried out of your house, colliding into the walls.
"gumi! what... why would you do that?" you swatted toji's arm and he draped it across your shoulder.
he brought his lips close to your ear and whispered in a sultry voice, "well, my girl ain't available... someone's gotta teach those boys how to behave..."
megumi came back to you and asked if you were okay.
"yes, you... anklebiter..." you chuckled and assured him you were just... damn... fine.
"what were they here for anyway?"
you held toji's hand and brought him to your living room.
"i swear you act like you're blind sometimes..." you said, pointing to a large mantlepiece piano resting against the living room window.
"i was looking at you..." he shrugged.
megumi, like a curious cat, inspected the piano. he'd only seen grand pianos on tv and in malls. he'd never seen one like that.
"can you play?" he asked.
"sure! why not!" you agreed happily and sat down at the piano. opening the lid that covered it, you turned it on, and checked all the pedals once.
you began playing some chords softly, setting the tune, hoping to transition it to some song. well, it was christmas eve and you felt mildly grateful for the year. you also felt pleasant knowing that toji liked you for real. that he didn't turn out to be a one night-stand or a lesson learned.
slowly, you thought of a song to play. the ivory keys obeyed your fingers as you played chords familiar to most people your age. by habit, you began singing the song you were playing.
you smiled at megumi, who was glued to the side of the piano, looking at you with heart eyes.
as you reached the poignant peak, toji stepped forward, a barely noticeable smirk playing on his lips and bent down. without uttering a word, he began to sing, his voice carrying the lyrics with an unexpected depth and resonance. your eyes widened in astonishment, fingers still pressing the keys.
you had been accustomed to the solace of your music for so long that you were caught unawares by toji harbouring a hidden talent, let alone the fact that he knew the lyrics to the song. his voice croaked at a high note, but as the first few lines escaped his lips, your initial shock gave way to a mixture of disbelief and delight.
"you're my, my, my, my..."
"lover..."
your eyes met like strangers on an opportune day. you gave him a soft, affectionate smile and he gave you his cocky grin.
megumi's claps snapped your from your trance. you ruffled his hair. he asked you if he could play too and you helped him sit on the stool, adjusting it to increase the height. so while megumi played random keys, you stood beside toji, watching him.
"who the fuck introduced you to taylor swift?"
toji clutched his forehead, hiding his face with his hand. he knew this was coming. he could hear your contain your squeal.
"hold it in."
"i can't..."
"please..."
"but-"
"don't make a big deal out of it."
"can i please make a big deal out of it?"
he made the mistake of looking at you. oh, how could he refuse when you were staring at him with innocent doe eyes?
he sighed.
"you like her. so..."
"you listened to taylor swift for me?"
toji just groaned in response, hiding his face again. he felt you throw your arms around his neck. he wasted no time in hugging your waist, burying his head in the crook of your neck... the one with a bold hickey he'd marked you with not minutes ago.
"i got you a gift," he whispered in your ear.
"oh?"
toji took something out of his pocket as you pulled away, his arm still around your waist. it was shabbily wrapped in a golden gift paper.
you chuckled and took it, slowly unwrapping it.
"awww, toji, you big old softie..."
you hugged him again, pressing a kiss to his cheek; your arms around his neck, hands holding a brand new doorknob.
(im dying at the way toji says “lover…”)
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The Witch's Apprentice - Part 3
cw: demon summoning, prolonged isolation, voyerism, masturbation, vaginal fingering, size difference, more tags will be added as the story continues
male demon x afab reader
Word count: 5k
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“It’s two days, I’ll be fine.”
It became clear after the thirtieth attempt to reassure her that your promises were doing nothing to settle her nerves but you refused to stop trying. 
She was supposed to have left an hour ago but instead she’d been wandering around, checking that everything was in place over and over again. There was only so many times someone could check their warding before it became clear they were stalling. 
She pointed accusationally in your direction as she lifted a rug to check once more that the carving underneath remained intact. “I need you to swear to me that you won’t try and pull anything. Just keep everything clean and stay out of trouble, okay?”
You nodded. “Promise.”
She left you with one final rule that you knew you’d be breaking. “Don’t be stupid.”
You stared out the window as she left, chin perched on the windowsill as you patiently waited. 
She quickly exitted your line of sight, engulfed by the woods. When she did, you started counting. 
one. two. three. 
The wind blew through the leaves outside, the trees beckoning you forwards. They’d started to turn, shifting to bright reds and oranges. It suited them, like the bright colors poisonous animals had plastered across their backs. 
one hundred. one hundred and one. one hundred and two. 
You made sure to wait a beat between each number, refusing to accidentally speed through your counting. You wouldn’t get overeager. You wouldn’t blow this chance. 
nine hundred ninety nine. one thousand.
You sprung up, your self imposed deadline complete. A thousand seconds and no sign of Eden turning back or losing faith in you. Whenever she turned back, she did it quickly, quick-witted and self assured even in her about-facing. 
You tried to calm yourself, not wanting to summon your new second-favorite conversation partner with the frantic look you knew was in your eye right now. 
Deep breaths. You’d done this before, you would be just fine. 
You spoke the words slowly, with intention. Most of the waiting had already gone by, you could wait a few minutes more to make everything went right. 
Finally, your patience paid off and Lucien appeared before you once more. 
“Why didn’t you tell my witch about me summoning you,” you asked, skipping the formalities and rushing through your question, eager to reach the conclusion of the little script you’d been working over and over in your head. 
“I thought she wasn’t your witch?”
You’d known he was going to dodge that question, you knew him well enough to figure that out by now. It was more of a primer than anything, establishing the subject of questioning. 
“Are we friends?” It sounded a bit desperate but for the life of you you couldn’t figure out another way to phrase it. 
“No.”
“Oh. Then why?”
“Friends don’t imprison each other in summoning circles.”
You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to get your line of questioning back on track. “No, not why aren’t we friends, why didn’t you tell her? I can’t think of any other reason than you not wanting me to get in trouble and stop summoning you.”
“Then you lack imagination. Why aren’t you whispering?”
“What?”
“You always whisper, even when she’s out,” he noted. “You’re not whispering anymore.”
“I just got excited.” Your tone was too defensive to be convincing, not that it would have mattered anyways. He had a knack for figuring you out regardless of how hard you tried to hide things. 
“Maybe. Do you know what I think? I think she’s left you alone and it’s made you braver.”
“You’re good at reading people.”
“Only when they’re easy to read,” he said offhandedly and you bristled at the comment. “So that’s it, is it? The cat’s away?”
“She doesn't mind, it's just a summoning.”
He tisked at you and you knew he didn’t believe you. “Keep lying to me and maybe I won’t cover for you next time.”
Maybe that was a hint for why he hadn’t told her. “If you’re trying to threaten me it won’t work,” you informed him. “Tell her if you want, you won’t be able to make me do anything.”
He appraised you and the confidence you were doing your best to put on. “I suppose we’ll see about that. Sweet of you to keep dragging me here and letting me try.”
That mocking tone was becoming ever so familiar to you. 
“I just-” Your words were cut off by a bang coming from outside the house. 
Your head jerked towards the door, where the echoing noise sounded like it had come from, and Lucien chucked behind you.
“Maybe you aren’t as alone as you thought you were.”
The demon’s teasing was immediately forgotten in favor of desperately trying to figure out what was going on. It had sounded like it came from behind the front door but it was far louder than any knocking you could imagine. It almost sounded like someone was barrelling into it. 
The air was very still as you waited, staring the door down as if maybe if you looked hard enough you’d be able to see whatever was on the other side. 
You’d half convinced yourself you’d imagined it when it happened again, the sound of someone slamming into the door echoing throughout the room. 
Noone was supposed to be able to see this place at all, the warding kept anyone other than you and your witch from percieving it, let alone getting near enough to bang on the door. This wasn’t possible, it couldn’t be happening. 
Surely Eden had protected you against this, right? She would never have left you vulnerable, You’d watched her check every single piece of warding in the house, you were safe. 
The pounding at the door told a different story.  
You should dismiss Lucien. He was a loose canon in a dangerous situation, having him around could only be a liability. 
And yet you just stood there, frozen. 
No dismissing the demon, no moving towards the door, just standing absolutely still. 
At the sound of the next crash, you shrunk closer to the summoning circle without thinking, Lucien’s snickering getting louder as you pulled back and towards him, panic running through you. 
Lucien was doing exactly what you’d expected, he was taking advantage of the situation. 
You hadn’t even realized he’d begun talking, too focused on the pounding on the door. “I wonder who’s out there? You’re running out of options, better think fast.”
Your eyes darted around, looking as if there was anything in this room that you didn’t already know about, know exactly how it worked and where it lay. Nothing in here could help you. Maybe it could help Eden, or someone with some real power, but not you. 
He was right, you were running out of options. But that didn’t mean you didn’t have any. 
It was a stupid idea. Of course it was. But you liked your chances better with your demon than with whatever was out there. 
You dragged your foot across the floor, through the summoning circle, breaking the continuous lines Eden had so painstakingly drawn. 
For a moment he did nothing, staring down at you incredulously, completely unmoving. 
The inaction didn’t last long. His arm shot out and yanked you towards him, wrapping around you as you were pulled into his chest protectively. You couldn’t see anything, your vision shielded by his embrace. 
The banging stopped. 
The first thing you noticed when you pulled away wasn’t the sudden change in setting. 
The first thing you noticed was that you were hungry. No, not hungry, maybe you were tired? Or maybe you were lonely. You needed something, that much you were certain of. You were tired of waiting.
“How’s it hitting you?” He was looking down at you and only then did you realize you were still wrapped up in his arms. 
“What?”
“Hell. How’s it feel?”
Is that what this was? It didn’t feel like eternal torment or burning fires, it just felt like want.
He let go of you and you pulled away, stumbling backwards. A hand grasped your arm, stopping you from tumbling to the ground. 
He propped you up, gently leaning you against the wall so you could support yourself, hovering next to you to make sure you wouldn’t collapse again. 
“There you go, easy does it.”
He left you to catch your breath and sort through the flurry of sensations and you leaned against the wall, catching your breath as you took in your surroundings. 
Hell was cozier than you ever could have imagined. There were soft pillows and blankets scattered across the floor and you wanted nothing more than to curl up on one and fall asleep forever. 
Everything was bright and colorful, the floors and walls covered in deep, rich shades. It was an assault on your senses. You were practically certain that Lucien was the only thing in the room that came in a shade of gray. 
The colors were muted only by the lighting. It was dark, with an ambient glow like it was coming from candles but there were none in sight. Every time you tried to trace the glow it led nowhere, just drifting through the air as it pleased. It wasn’t dark enough that you couldn’t see properly but just dim enough that it made the room feel even cozier.
The wall you were leaning against was draped in a tapestry covered in the depiction of a bright, setting sun. You were close enough that you could see every stitch, your head leaning against a bright orange. 
“What… why am I here?” you managed, not sure you had anything but questions in you right now.
“Didn’t have anywhere else to take you. I didn’t think you’d actually free me.”
You nodded. “Yeah, I noticed.”
“Do you want a tour?” he asked casually, like you weren’t experiencing the most confusing torrent of sensations that had even filled you.
You stared up at him incredulously. 
He rolled his eyes at your furrowed brow. “Don’t worry so much. Besides, if you faint the pillows will break your fall.”
Against all odds, that was mildly reassuring. No matter what happened, it did seem practically impossible to hurt yourself on anything in here. 
He hovered above you as you started to walk, making sure you wouldn’t immediately collapse. You managed to walk just fine, although every bone in your body was begging for you to just lie down right now and go to sleep. 
It was a quiet, small space, completely empty except for the two of you.
“Where’s everyone else?” you asked, your voice instinctively hushed so as not to disturb the peace. 
“They’re all out there, this place is mine. I would stay in here if I were you, other demons might be less nice to a strange little human invading their space.”
It probably should have registered sooner that this was his home. You weren’t sure where else you thought he’d taken you. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude.”
“You aren’t. Just stay put, okay?”
Amidst the sea of soft things was a little table covered in food. Not just any food, it appeared to be exclusively sweets, dozens and dozens of them. 
He presented it to you. “This is where I usually take humans,” he said. “You tend to respond well to it.”
You didn’t even reply, your instincts taking over as you sat by the table and immediately grabbed some chocolate, nothing more important to you than eating in that moment. 
He stood across from you, just watching.  “I’m shocked sloth didn’t get to you first, you really looked like you were nodding off there.”
You looked up from your food. “What?”
“You were staring at the pillows and you seemed like you might take a nap. This place, it encourages you to act on your desires. It isn’t strictly limited to the sins but those are the most common things you humans deprive yourselves of so they tend to pop up here. Most people get angry or self-absorbed or horny or fall asleep, you seemed like the sleepy kind.”
You half absorbed his explanation. At the very least it drew your attention away from the food and onto him. 
“You’re really pretty, have I told you that?” you asked as you stared up at him. 
“Maybe I was wrong, maybe you’re stopping by lust first.”
“No, not in a lust way, just in a look at you way. You seemed very convinced I’d be scared of you but like, you’re super pretty. Isn’t that a thing, demons being pretty? Lucifer was gorgeous from what I can remember, that’s part of the deal isn’t it.”
“I’m not pretty, I’m scary.”
“You’re not scary, you’re just big. Big and gray and also pretty. And your teeth! They're so big and sharp, I think about them more than I probably should.”
“Alright you need to get some rest, you’re getting a bit too honest.”
He couldn’t stop you fast enough. “Do you know who else is pretty?
He jumped in immediately. “Don’t say her name.” 
You giggled. “Right, you’re not supposed to know that. Sweet of you to warn me. My sweet demon. I think I’m growing on you. She’s gorgeous though, have you seen her? And she’s incredible and smart and talented. She’s literally perfect, have you noticed that?”
“Not how I would describe her,” he spat, his resentment clear in his tone. “Don’t you feel a little bitter towards her? I’ve seen how she treats you. Or at least jealous of how much better at magic she is than you are.”
You shook your head adamantly. “No, of course she’s better at it than me, she’s perfect. Weren’t you listening? Perfect perfect witch.”
Lucien groaned. “Alright, I don’t know if I can stomach this much longer. You should try and sleep this off, you’ll adjust faster if you just give into it for a bit.”
You fell backwards onto one of the many pillows strewn about, giggling as you went down. 
You managed to catch Lucien rolling his eyes playfully between fits of giggles before you were being swept across the floor, the pillow you were laying on being dragged over to Lucien in the corner. 
Being moved across the floor didn’t bother you. You snuggled into the red pillow as Lucien haphazardly tossed a blanket on top of you. The way it fell, it was just draped across your midsection but you were warm enough already that you couldn’t bring yourself to care. 
As he moved to stand, you grabbed at him, trying to keep him with you. You knew you couldn’t actually hold him there but your sleep addled brain insisted you try.  
“You should stay,” you said.
“It could’ve been anger,” he bemoaned. “That would have been so much easier to deal with. Why couldn’t you just get angry?”
Despite his protests he didn’t pull away, settling down next to you as your grip remained firm on his arm. 
It only took a heartbeat to fall asleep, it overtaking you the second you gave yourself permission to drift off and fall into a restful, dreamless sleep
The first thing you felt when your mind left its fuzzy, exhausted state was embarrassment as your ramblings from the day before came flooding back to you. It wasn’t the most dignified you’d ever been but you supposed there were worse things you could have done than go on a compliment rampage. At least that’s what you tried to tell yourself to cull the tides of the self-consciousness. 
He was right, the sensations had settled down, or at least you’d gotten more used to them. They were still there, bubbling under the surface, making everything feel a little easier, but you felt like you could think properly. Like you were yourself again.
As your eyes cracked open you saw the same room you’d fallen asleep in. “I’m still here,” you muttered, the observation shattering the thought in the back of your head that perhaps this had all been an elaborate dream. You noticed Lucien looking down at you from beside you, your hand resting on his arm. “You’re still here,” you noted, somehow more surprised by him remaining next to you than by you still being tucked away in his little corner of hell. 
He tactfully ignored your second observation. “You’re stuck here until I get summoned again. I can’t go back to your little cabin otherwise, your witch’s warding made sure of that.”
You pulled your hand away from him but that didn’t stop his unblinking gaze. It almost felt like he was dissecting you. 
You stared back. He looked more lively here, his face brighter than it was in your world. He wasn’t on edge like he was when you usually saw him. This was his turf, it was your turn to be anxious and defensive. 
And yet you just weren’t. You couldn’t bring yourself to be, it felt too safe here for that.
“You’re harmless,” he muttered. “I can’t believe you’re really harmless.”
“I’m not harmless,” you responded playfully, wanting desperately to break the tension. “I’m so scary, the opposite of harmless.” You scrunched up your nose and barred your teeth in the closest approximation to scariness you were capable of. 
All he could do was laugh and watch as your thoughts drifted from your newfound scariness back to your supposed harmlessness. 
“What would the opposite of harmless even be?” You asked. “I’m… what, harmful? No, that's not right.”
Despite the lengthy nap, your brain still felt a little slow, trying to quietly convince you to drift right back off to sleep on the soft, plush pillows. It would be so easy, it was so warm in here, and it smelled nice too. Just a few more minutes and then you’d be well rested. That was all you needed. 
“Hell’s nice,” you noted as the room tried to lull you back to sleep. “It isn’t supposed to be nice, is it?”
“It’s not supposed to be anything, it just is. You shouldn’t be here anyways, it wasn’t made for you.”
“Then why did you take me here?”
“I told you, I didn’t have anywhere else to take you.”
“You could’ve left me,” you noted astutely. 
“It’s be a shame to lose a perfectly good ally” 
That didn’t sound right. “So I'm your ally now?”
”It’s starting to seem like it”
“Well thank you. For saving me. You really didn’t have to. I could be dead right now. Or worse than dead, and now I’m safe and warm and remarkably comfortable.”
“It was my turn to be a good host anyways.”
 You nodded solemnly. “Mmhmm, turntables and all that.”
“You’re really just sleepy, aren’t you?”
“Don’t say that like it’s weird. It’s not my fault you’ve built a house that’s basically just a big bed, I can’t help it.”
“Go back to sleep then.”
“No!” you insisted. “You’re actually answering my questions, I can’t stop now.”
“What more questions could you possibly have?”
“Plenty. For starters, why didn’t you let me say her name?” There were decidedly more poignant questions you could have asked but right now, that was the thing that made the least sense to you. 
“Okay, we’re done here.” He turned to leave, it apparently being a bridge too far for him.
“No, please don’t go, you were giving me so many answers! Please tell me,” you pleaded with him
“Just think of it as a thank you for opening up my summoning circle.”
“Was you saving me not my thank you?”
The question was genuine but he seemed stricken by it anyways. He looked down, avoiding your gaze. 
“Listen, I need to head out for a bit. I meant what I said, you need to stay put, okay? Just take another nap or something.”
“Eventually, I will stop being tired,” you countered, knowing you couldn’t just keep taking naps forever.
“One would think, and yet here you are.”
Your yawn did anything but help your argument. He seemed to take that as his cue to depart, leaving you behind with no one left to protest to and instead opting to just take one more nap. 
Apparently you’d been correct, eventually your body did stop prioritizing sleep in favor of other wants.
Thoughts you’d been pushing down started to tug at the corners of your mind, demanding your attention. Your thoughts drifted where they shouldn’t. To Eden, her soft hands and sharp words. To Lucien’s teeth and his broad frame and shockingly sweet demeanor for a demon that she’s freed from the prison she’d put him in.
It wasn’t the first time you’d woken up with thoughts like this but they were harder to push away here. You longed for your body to just beg for sleep again, that was a desire it was much easier to deliver on. 
No matter how hard you tried your mind continued to wander. Tossing and turning on the pillows did nothing to stop the desire that was bubbling up to the surface. 
Eventually it became too much to bear. Lucien was gone, it wasn’t like you’d be bothering anyone. 
Your hand snaked down under the waistband of your pants. Your amplified desire meant you were already soaking wet before you’d laid a finger on yourself. 
You knew it was the lust doing it, that normally you’d just force the thoughts away and pretend you’d never had an untoward thought about either of the only two people you cared about. 
The lust of this place didn’t come accompanied with the guilt that you were used to. 
Letting go felt good. It had been building up for too long, it needed a release and your body was determined to find one. 
Your fingers slipped inside easily. The two fingers curled up but they did nothing other than frustrate you. Your walls clenched and you wanted more, you wanted them. 
It smelled like him in here. It had been so hard to place earlier, just filling you with comfort, but now you couldn’t notice anything else. 
“Someone’s been busy.”
You practically jumped out of your skin as the sound of Lucien’s voice filled the room. You pulled your hand away from yourself, wedging your legs together in a desperate attempt to cling to some of your dignity. 
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize you were here.”
He shook his head dismissively. “Don’t let me stop you.”
You hesitantly let your legs fall open once more, not wanting to let go of the feelings that had overtaken you. 
He broke eye contact with you as you did. “I’ll leave you to tire yourself out.”
You whined out, “No, stay. Please” 
He halted his retreat, remaining propped up in the doorway, his eyes refusing to wander from yours. Part of you couldn’t help but wish he’d look away, that there was something else he might want to see from you right now. 
You’d expected more smugness from him. Normally it radiated from him anytime you showed any signs of vulnerability and right now, you were more vulnerable than you’d even been. 
But there were no traces left of it on him, replaced by curiosity and interest and something that you just couldn’t place.
“Who are you thinking about?” he pressed, breaking the silence. “It’s not like you have many options.”
Any sense that would normally make you keep your mouth shut had long since abandoned you. “Both of you.”
“Both of us? Greedy. Your eyes might be bigger than your stomach, little one.”
Your fingers weren’t enough. You wanted more, wanted to be filled, wanted him. 
You whined out again.
“Why are you complaining?” he asked, some of that incessant smugness returning. “I’m doing what you asked, I’m staying.”
You both knew what you wanted but he was going to make you say it. You couldn’t even bring yourself to be annoyed with him for it. 
“Ask nicely,” he goaded. 
“Please touch me.”
He didn’t make you ask twice, sinking down to your side and gently moving your hand away. 
The anticipation was burning through you as his hand rested on your stomach, slowly drifting down as if he wanted to let you get accustomed to his touch first.
His hand drifted even further down, his thumb caressing the inside of your clothed thigh as he stared down at you. Your breath caught in your throat as he finally touched you, his hand slipping into your pants and meeting the wetness that was seeping out of you. 
He slowly thrust one finger inside of you and you already felt filled, more than your fingers could ever fill you. The rough palm of his hand rubbed against your clit as his finger dove deeper inside of you and you bucked up in search of more friction. 
You went to move your hand back down instinctually and he pulled it back up immeidately, grabbing both of your wrists and pinning them above your head with his unoccupied hand. 
“You asked for my help, let me take care of you,” he insisted.
His eyes raked up and down your form as you lay writhing beneath him. 
“You are a pretty little thing, aren’t you. You should have freed me sooner, I would’ve been more convincing if I knew this was what you wanted. Just a little nap and for me to fuck you into the ground, is that right?”
A strained, “please” escaped you and he just chuckled. 
“Maybe some other time. For right now let’s just focus on you. Come for me, I know you want to.”
His thumb rubbed up and down your pinned wrists, as if trying to soothe you while you pushed your hips up into his hand. It was comforting, giving you something to focus on as he worked you over, his finger curling up while his thumb rubbed over your clit. 
Your walls clamped down around his finger as a pressure began to build up in your core. His movements on your clit stayed steady as he thrusted his finger in and out of you. 
You could feel your heart pounding in your ears, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes as you reached your peak. More whines escaped you as your hips pushed up, entirely overwhelmed and yet still pleading for more. 
White hot pleasure raced through you, all that tension unwinding with a snap. He remained steady, working you patiently through your orgasm. 
It felt like it lasted an eternity, wave after wave of repressed need being released all at once. 
You were panting as you came down, your limbs feeling as if they were made of lead. You didn’t think you could stand up even if you needed to. 
Lucien pulled out of you as you lay there, recovering. He pulled his middle finger up to his mouth and you watched it, slick with your juices, pass right by his lips. His focus had finally shifted from your form, eyes shut as he tasted you. 
He wasn’t putting on a show for you like he normally did, like it was more for his sake than for yours. 
This place refused to let you stop wanting and before you knew it you were asking more of him. 
“Can you stay?” you asked once more, desperate in an entirely different way and trying not to let it seep into your words quite as much this time. 
He complied, lying next to you on top of the soft pillows that you were certain had seen far worse things than this.
You were more aware of how this place affected you now but you still could barely stop yourself from just speaking. That’s all hell really was, it seemed. Not torture and misery but confessions and honestly, real honesty.
“Thank you for staying.”
“You didn’t need to ask, I wouldn’t have left you.”
A little voice in the back of your head swore that couldn’t be true, that he was just saying it for your sake, and you were too tired to counter it. “Oh. Well, thank you anyways.”
“You know what? I didn’t think it was possible to hate your witch any more but after getting to know you I think I’ve managed it. You’re too used to being alone, it isn’t right.”
“You’re too hard on her.”
“You’re not hard enough on her. She’s isolated you completely, you can’t honestly tell me it doesn’t make you angry.”
You weren’t sure why he could seem to understand it, incapable of wrapping his head around your feelings for her when he was so good at reading you in practically every other way. “No. It makes me feel very very alone but it doesn’t make me angry. She does what she has to, I’m lucky I even have her. I don’t think I’d mind it so much if someone actually wanted me.”
“I’m sure you’re wanted.”
“I’m not. I don’t even think E- my witch wants me but at least she lets me stick around and takes care of me.”
He graciously let the near slip of Eden’s name pass by once more, instead opting to focus on what you’d said. “That’s why you keep summoning me.”
“Mmhmm. I told you that, not my fault if you didn’t believe me.”
“The lonely little apprentice. I should give your witch a piece of my mind, it’s inhumane to keep you in these conditions.”
You snorted. “I’m not her pet.”
“I think someone should tell her that.”
Despite the tone of his questions, you couldn’t help but miss her the more you talked about her. “How long do you think I’ll be here?”
He shrugged. “I suppose that just depends on when your witch gets back. Broken summoning circle on the floor, her little apprentice gone, it doesn’t take much to figure out what happened.”
It was a horrifying scene to imagine. You couldn’t even bring yourself to be worried about how upset she would be at you, the image of Eden walking into an empty house with a broken summoning circle on the floor and whatever else had been done to your home was all you could think about. 
“What if the people who were trying to break in are still there?” You hadn’t even considered the fact that they might hurt her when she got back. Guilt flooded through you as you thought about how carefree and happy you’d been while she could be in real danger. 
You felt his chest raise in a sigh beside you. “I’m sure she’ll be fine.”
His frustration at your concern for her was understandable but discouraging nonetheless. 
He’d started to connect with you but there was nothing you could do about the two of them. Your two favorite people, your two only people, forever at odds. 
He gently nudged you out of your thoughts, pulling your chin up to make you look at him. “You can overthink later. Sleep now while you’re here, while it’s easy. Who knows, maybe you won’t sleep for a full day this time.”
“Did I really sleep for that long?” you asked, barely fighting off a yawn.
“You did. It’s alright though, don’t worry, I’ll wake you up if you need to be up.”
You began to drift off, sleep coming quickly to you once more. 
You weren’t worried about anything. You believed him.
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boxofbonesfic · 8 months
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Title: Brave [4 of ?]
Pairing: Orc!Steve x Reader
Summary: You earn your water for the journey to Tarrath—and more importantly, a place in the pack. 
Warnings: 18+ Only, Genre typical violence, Warlord Nomad AU, Dark Fantasy AU, Enemies to lovers, Eventual smut, References to past abuse
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“You know what this is?” Carol’s displeasure with your distinct lack of tracking skill is evident as she squats down, poking a finger hard into the dust. You squint as you reach for an answer, knowing you won’t find one. She sighs heavily. 
“This is deer-sign,” she says, motioning for you to squat down like her. You do, the ragged remains of your skirt pooling around you. It’s riddled with holes now, long tears spreading up from the filthy hem that go almost to your knees. The pack isn’t scandalized by the sight of your ankles, however, and your concern for modesty in the face of your very survival is surprisingly low, so you haven’t bothered trying to repair them.
Carol fingers the snapped shafts of grass, their feathered tips bowed low. “You see the way it’s broken? With the prints, you can tell it’s gone this way. If you can’t smell it.” She adds, and you sigh. 
“You know I cannot.”  She shakes her head at your unsatisfactory response, furrowing her brows. 
“How do your people even hunt?” She complains exasperatedly, standing up to her full height.
“Skill.” You answer dryly. “And no small amount of luck, in my case,” you mutter, wiping your hands on your skirts as you stand. “This way?”
“Yes.” 
You’re practically swallowed by the grass, barely able to see over the top of it standing on your toes—so it takes you longer to see it than Carol. Her eyes narrow, ivory white fangs hanging down over her lips as she scents the air and  grins. 
“We’re close.” You can’t smell anything but the dry, hot wind pushing your sweat-laden hair back from your face. What you see, though, are the three-pronged hoof prints in the dirt that tell of the animal that came this way, the tufts of downy coat left snagged on the brush. You pinch the soft hair between your fingers, and sniff it as Carol nods encouragingly. It’s musky, with a distinct animal smell that makes you grimace. 
“Get your bow ready.” You do, pulling it from the strap on your back. It’s heavy; the buckle is almost as big as your head, but Carol had cut the leather down to size for you, slicing off a piece almost the length of your arm with the hunting knife at her side. 
“Show me how you draw. No, not like that. Here.” You feel like a child, the way she scolds the position of your hands when you draw back the string. “Were you an orc wean, you’d have been born with a bow in hand. But I suppose it isn’t abysmal for someone who first held one a day ago.” 
She leads you through the shifting grass-sea, crawling through the dust towards a stunted copse of dry trees. You stay low, mirroring Carol’s low-squat as she makes her way through. She is careful not to break any branches, taking her time to pick her way through the brush as quietly as possible. And therefore, so are you. There is water here—a little. You can taste the way it saturates the air, and a thrill passes through you. Water, here, means prey. 
The two of you stay low, approaching the muddy little pool with baited breath. The air is still, liable to shift at any moment, but Carol doesn’t seem nervous. You are, though, your palms moist and your heart beating so hard you fear everything within a mile can hear it. 
There, on the other side of the pool, is the deer. It’s a fully grown stag, his long, spiraling horns at least twice the length of your arms. There is nothing soft in the grasslands, your father had said, the words scented sour with ale. Everything eats, and is eaten. The stag has short, thick, wiry fur, with a tail that was long, like a lizard’s. You watch as it leans down toward the muddy puddle, snuffling through it with a long, pointed snout.
You draw back on the string as he stands up, nostrils flaring. It digs into the meat of your fingers as you pull back with all your strength and let go, the arrow whistling through the air to strike the stag through the fore-shank. It’s mouth opens too wide as it shrieks, the sound echoing out into the wilderness. 
“Move!” Carol yells as the stag paws the ground with its good leg, bloody foam frothing around its nostrils. It charges only a moment later, turning the dry, hollowed out trees you’d been using for cover into splinters and kindling. You roll away, the metallic stench of its blood strong in your nostrils and your own heart thundering in you ears. You push yourself up to your feet, your hand going to the quiver at your back. 
The stag’s tail whips excitedly behind it as it snaps its jaws, circling you.  You can smell it, the hot copper of its blood, the sweat gleaming on its flanks and the sour tang of your own fear. The stag lowers its head, its horns pointed straight at your chest as it charges. You barely have time to aim, bringing the bow up and loosing the arrow. 
It thuds wetly into the stag’s chest, and with another horrible scream it collapses into the dust, skidding to a stop just inches from you. Your own chest is heaving as you stare at its body, wide eyed. It feels like you aren’t getting any air as you gulp down breaths that taste of hot dust and fresh blood. You watch as the stag twitches in the dust, its chest heaving once, twice, before its amber eyes go dark. Your legs give out, dropping you to your knees in the dirt. 
Carol emerges from the brush on the other side of the stag’s body, but you do not see her, not really, your eyes locked on the thick arrows protruding from its hide like misbegotten horns. She smooths a hand over its eyes, closing them, before she squats over the carcass. Silently, she jabs a thumb into one of its sluggishly bleeding wounds, before crouching in front of you. She grabs your chin, before swiping her bloody fingers down over your cheeks.
She gives you a pleased look as she stands away, and you lightly touch the streaky marks of sticky red she’s left on your skin, your brows furrowing with confusion. 
“You earned them.” She says proudly, painting another few stripes on your forehead for good measure. Carol helps you drag your kill back to camp, a murmur passing through the pack at the sight of you. Steve es sat by the water, his broadsword laid across his thighs as he cleans it. He stands as you approach, and you duck your head as he inspects the stag. Your breath hitches in your throat as he reaches for you, one massive finger sliding beneath your chin as he tilts it up. 
“Let them see your honor, little hunter,” he says, smoothing his thumb gently over one of Carol’s marks. “Let them see.” 
to be continued…
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scorpioracha · 6 months
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Dating Seokjin
I really hope you guys enjoy this one! I spent the better part of the day writing it and Jin has a special place in my heart as one of my first biases so yeah. Y’all know the vibes, reblog,like,comment and come yell at me if you enjoy it they’re really appreciated and encourage me to keep writing♡
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김 석진 Kim Seokjin
-you and Jin met while you were working at a bakery in myeongdeong. It wasn’t your dream job but it payed the bills, especially during rush hour. Extra people meant extra tips, and working the morning rush didn’t seem so bad when the line was packed full of people with Chanel bags and Rolexes, you’re even sure you saw a Mercedes parked out front…
-So you were no stranger to slapping a smile on your face and putting on the charm for some extra won in your tip jar—you even decorated it seasonly—dedicated to the craft,born to the breed…this was not your first rodeo working customer service and from the looks of rent and textbooks it wouldn’t be your last
-When a handsome man walks in you weren’t even phased. You looked him straight in the eyes and asked him for his order. Then asked if he was okay because the pause in between was getting a bit awkward and there were more customers.
“You don’t know who I am”he mumbled, seemingly shocked. You just held back an eye roll strong enough to cause an earthquake and smiled again. Rich people.
“No, am I supposed to?”
-this caused the most heinous laughter you have ever heard and he recovered enough to say he wanted an iced americano and whatever you thought was best. Trying not to side eye him for wasting your time and causing the other customers to get antsy, you recommended him a slice of vanilla cheesecake and he laughed again, questioning if it was too early for cake. You couldn’t help yourself but to laugh too because his was quite something and you just winked at him and promised not to tell.
-you were understaffed that day—as usual, so you also got his order ready. You sent him on his way with a bow and a cake pop snuck in there cause no one really made you laugh on the job. And he left you with a hefty tip that felt like robbery.
-you thought that was the last you’d see of him. Until you started seeing him everywhere. Billboards,tv shows,magazines,posters—hell the bakery even had a poster of his band up in the coming month. You were sure it was him, those lips didn’t just belong to anyone.
-you found yourself looking for him during the morning rush but to no avail, he wasn’t there. He was everywhere else around you though and it drove you crazy. Your squeaky laughed paramour seemed to be gone with the wind.
-until your shift got changed sometime near December. With finals upcoming you needed the mornings to sleep and study, so now you worked closing.
-your first day on closing was similar to any other closing shift. Busy from 4-6pm and then dead the rest of the night. It was peaceful in a way, less tips but between customers you got to relax.
-Until he came in. He was wearing a mask and a hat and bundled up in about a million coats but it was him, you knew it. You had learned his name was Seokjin from your research(stalking) and maybe you were having hallucinations from your third espresso but there he was, staring at you with those beautiful eyes. Then he said the unexpected.
“Ya!”he exclaimed, ripping off his scarf. “Where have you been?! I’ve been coming here every night for the past three months! Do you not work the night shift?! Has nobody told you??”
You furrowed your brows, that’s not what you were expecting. “You could have come during the day time!”you argued. “If you knew I wasn’t here at night, why didn’t you come during the day?!”
“Because I can’t come during the day!”he argued back. By this point his jacket had been hung over a chair and his mask was pulled down on his chin. Damn. It was hard to argue with a man with those lips…
“…and I’ve been sneaking around like a creep looking for you—are you even listening??”
You blinked once. Then twice. Then found yourself laughing again like you had all those months ago. Who new a meetcute in July could make an argument in December
feel like a first date.
“You said you’ve been looking for me?”you said, looking at him with mirth in your eyes. He nods, his own eyes still wide from his ranting and his cheeks pink from adjusting to the warmth.
“I..yes, I just-I just couldn’t get you out of my head”he explained, “I’m at a point in my life where it feels like everyone thinks they know me. It was just refreshing to meet somebody without them having a million and one ideas of who they think I am”
You nod. “Well, I know your name now because who doesn’t, but you’re right, I don’t know you”
“Would you like to?”he asked.
“I would.”
And it was history from there. A slightly bumpy history.
-“do I get a kiss if I say today is my birthday?”
“You can get a slap”
-You two did in fact meet again on his birthday and after making sure(asking to see his ID) you celebrated with a slice of vanilla cheesecake and a candle that was half broken you found somewhere in the break room.
-this all happened in 2016. As the group grew and their popularity, your relationship definitely needed to adjust accordingly. Bang PD was less than thrilled by Jin getting himself into a relationship but one thing we know about Jin is that he’s stubborn🤡 so there was no way he was losing that fight
-you had to adjust to seeing him less earlier on when they were still making a name for themselves. But that didn’t stop you from packing up the pastries at the end of the and hauling them off to the boys at the dance studio. With a little scolding from Hobi that they were going to get cramps eating all these sweets, they were all very grateful.
-But Jin being the man he is made sure to stop in while you were working too. Mainly at night but on the random chance they got a break he’d come in the mornings and hang out in the kitchen, where you had been promoted to part time baker. Usually he brought you breakfast and coffee which you always scolded him for because you worked in a literal bakery but he’d just scold
you back claiming he hasn’t seen you eat a vegetable in weeks. And no it didn’t count if it was in a croissant.
-may or may not have told everyone he knows about the bakery and it may or may not have turned into an idol hotspot.
-don’t be too mad at him he just wants to support his girl😭
-outside of work for both of you guys Jin is pretty…quiet. You hadn’t expected it when you first started dating but that’s just because his guard was still up. Now that you’re happily settled into your relationship he doesn’t feel the need to be on around you. He doesn’t have to make you laugh,be world wide handsome or loud. He could be quiet and soft and wear cute pajama sets while playing his maplestory.
-sometimes he was so quiet in the house you forgot he was there. The world wouldn’t believe it if you paid them a thousand dollars but this knowledge was nice. Something that the world didn’t need to know, that you could keep for yourself.
For yourself and six other boys.
-they did have Jin first and honestly the first time you met them you always shit your pants. God they could be intimidating when they’re sussing someone out, especially Jimin. The hyung line liked you just fine but it did take a while to gain the Maknae’s trust. They’ve never seen Jin date or even think about dating so they were skeptical. Jin was the oldest and therefore a pseudo parent for the rest of the members, so you coming into the picture was different.
-but you’re you so how could you not win them over?
-the once hesitant maknae’s cling to your side whenever you’re at Hybe. Sometimes you swear you see them more than Jin.
“Y/n, let’s go shopping!”
“Y/n, have you seen x y and x?”
“Y/n, Taehyung hit me!”
And so forth.
-the hyung’s enjoyed your presence just as much. Yoongi was relieved someone else could take over as mom—he liked to joke that you two were the real parents of this band. Hobi would laugh at a bottle cap falling so you crack him tf up and namjoon our responsible leader is happy that his members are happy.
(He’s just trying to look cool, you two go on museum outings and have a book swap you do together)
Jin bits!✨tid bits about you and Jin✨
-every anniversary you guys start it off by having some form of vanilla cake in bed. His always with a candle on it.
-he always keeps a hoodie and a blanket in his car because this is not a kdrama and you are not getting a jacket because he’s cold too🙄
-you guys moved in together around your third year of dating, starting off in an apartment near myeongdeong for your job, but now y’all live in a house on the outskirts of Seoul
-if it’s not takeout, you most likely cooked the food for eat Jin. Can he cook? Yes. Does he cook when you’re around? Not unless you ask.
-you guys have so many matching pajama sets
-he cried when you said he wasn’t your bias. Fucking acting school😒
-you now own so much RJ merch it’s actually ridiculous and you asked him to stop bringing so many RJs home. The answer was no🤡
-after years of working your way up the ladder you own the bakery now! Jin wants to retire you because he doesn’t believe princesses need to work but you grew to actually the enjoy the job when you were no longer working cash register.
-his nickname for you is 공주님(princess)
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-idk y’all but Jin is giving me heavy experimentalist vibes. I think he’s less into the d/s side of bdsm and more into the bondage and the s/m side. He’s got clear limits but since your relationship is established and he trusts you so much he’s willing to try anything once within those limits.
-he also is the type to set the mood for these kinds of play. A spare room in the house with dark curtains,silk sheets and a chest full of all different types of things. He doesn’t really care who’s in charge in bed, that’s not really his aim. It could go either way for him.
-Jin’s kinda play is expensive. It’s nothing but the best for you, for both of you. He’s not one to flaunt his wealth but he’s always been a quality kind of guy. Your paddles? Leather,imported,small business. Your hand cuffs? Stainless steel and cushioned. Spanking bench? Cherry oak wood with velvet cushions baby. You’ve got matching harnesses in pink and white because of course something in here was going to be pink.
-he’s kinda just down for the ride. It’s that Sagittarius sun. You wanna tie him up? Cool. You want him to tie you up? Cool. You want to choke him? He’s down. His limits are around sharp pain and bodily fluids, besides cum because he’s very much so a much when prompted
-you better be ready though because when you get Seokjin in the right mood he is fucking until the sun comes up. This is usually when you’ve both been at an event—always his plus one—and there’s too many wandering eyes and not enough champagne. He’s surprisingly very possessive which you never would have clocked until it was prompted. So yeah he’s not one for sharing.
-he also does not breathe a word of your sex life to the boys or any other friend and he expects the same from you.
-lets just say that condom scandal held truth. because mans right here is packing the punisher. He got the back breaker, the cervix splitter 9000, you gotta be big and bad enough to ride this ride and you definitely are.
-as a trained actor one thing about Jin is he can embody a role. You want a mean dom? He can give you mean dom(after he’s done so so much research because he never wants to hurt you in a way that you don’t like). He can have you on the floor begging on your hands and knees tied to the leg of a chair like a mutt just to hump his shoe, when earlier that day homie was shuffling around the house in bunny slippers and an RJ headband. The duality with this one was crazy.
-he could also be tied up to the headboard of the bed begging you with tears in his eyes to just sink down on his cock and stop teasing him. Pretty pink harness on with pink padded cuffs to match. You know Seokjin and his love for pink, pink hair,pink microphone,pretty pink dick, just the basics yk?
-on the flip side if y’all aren’t in the play room, you’re getting your back blown out on your fluffy comfy king sized bed. It’s passionate, it’s sensual and it’s light hearted because one thing about Jin is he gonna laugh. One of you is gonna make a weird sound and he’s going to try so hard not to laugh, he really is, cause he’s balls deep and now is not the time but you guys make eye contact and it’s over. He’s fucking gone trying so hard to calm himself down.
Sometimes it ruins the moment but most of the time you’re able to pick up where you left off.
-all and all, Jin my first bias that wasn’t a leader, be throwing down in them sheets
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bakedbakermom · 6 months
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Good Morning
Rated X // 2300 words // Read on A03
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Summary:
He loves her first thing in the morning.
Notes:
A little smutbiscuit for Kinktober 2023. Prompts: morning sex, frottage, (light) somno. I was 3 or 4 days into writing this fic when the painfully talented @msrafterdark posted this piece and it was like fate and the universe had come together.
He loves her first thing in the morning.
Well, he loves her all the time—volleying theories back and forth across the office over burnt coffee and crappy photocopies, singing along off-key to whatever radio station comes through the static three hours into a road trip from one corner of nowhere to another, lounging on a tiny motel bed with sharp springs and a pile of reports spread out like snow across scratchy blankets. He loves her on his couch sharing a beer after a long day, in her kitchen as they dole out boxes of takeaway (broccoli beef extra spicy for him, kung pao tofu for her, and she always nabs the carrots from his shrimp fried rice), nestled against him with her tiny feet propped up on the coffee table and a bad movie on TV. He loves her when she presses her sweet lips to his and breathes hot into his mouth, when she wraps her smooth white legs around his waist and whimpers “more,” when she clenches around him in the dark as she shatters on a gasp of his name. Oh yes, he definitely loves her then.
But he especially loves her first thing in the morning.
It’s something about how soft she is. Agent Scully is all crisp lines and barbed tongue, the creases of her suits pressed sharp enough to kill a man as she slices through the hallways of the Hoover Building like a red-headed sword of justice, eyes flashing blue steel. Agent Scully can unman the most cantankerous and blustering small-town sheriff with the twitch of one razored brow, can force Death itself at scalpel-point to surrender the most intimate secrets of the grave.
Agent Scully flashes through her days like a machete, too sharp to touch and so blindingly bright it hurts him to look at her sometimes. But Morning Scully. Oh Morning Scully…
Her edges blur in the evening, melting under his words and his mouth and his hands, but it takes until morning for her to grow butter-soft and creamy between the rumpled sheets of their bed—her bed or his, both are theirs, though this particular morning they’re secure behind door 42, the honeyed sunlight of a rare empty Sunday drizzling through the blinds and illuminating the intricate dance of the little dust motes that hang in the air. She sleeps on her side with her back to the window, the light catching her crimson hair in a nimbus that he thinks would inspire a better man to painting or poetry, but reduces him to gibbering wonderment.
He watches her sleep with something like awe. Her lips slack and slightly parted, still plump and red from kissing. Freckles sprinkled like cinnamon across her sleep-pinked cheeks, hair in a delightfully tousled disarray that makes him think of sunset clouds and cotton candy. There’s a little crease between her eyebrows as if she’s dreaming of something unpleasant, and he smoothes it oh so gently with his thumb. He doesn’t want to wake her; he’s not done looking yet. 
The sheets have shifted as they slept, revealing the hourglass curve of her side, the mole cradled just inside the firm crest of her hip. She had whimpered last night as he tongued it, a long detour on his slow journey to the oasis between her thighs. Her body is ripe with secrets to explore, his mental map of her slowly filling in as he traverses every hill and valley. He writes “here be monsters” beneath her ribs where she is too ticklish to touch, “here be angels” on the curve of her breast where the gentle scrape of his teeth makes her breath hitch. He finds heaven in the cradle of her hips, nirvana in the fragrant skin of her neck, paradise in the lush press of her lips.
Morning Scully may be soft, but Morning Mulder is getting decidedly less so by the minute.
She stirs slightly and rolls onto her back, the sheet slipping down the slope of her breast. One rosey nipple emerges into the cool morning air, pebbling quickly into a tantalizing peak, and he can’t resist anymore. He leans over her and circles it gently with his tongue, then pulls it into his mouth. He licks and sucks, feeling her flesh tighten even more, and when he scrapes his teeth against it, her chest jumps beneath him. She sucks in a breath, and her hands come up to card slowly through his hair. “Morning, Mulder,” she murmurs, her words still slurred with sleep.
“Good morning, Scully,” he answers as his mouth slides wetly to her other breast, on which he lavishes the same attention as the first, the slow and thorough consideration of his lips and teeth and tongue. Her breathing quickens, her pulse jumping visibly beneath the soft skin of her throat, and she moans low and long. He runs one hand up her leg, and her thighs part with a contented sigh; his fingers move higher until they brush against the curls of her sex, parting them to reach the hot, slick slit beneath. Morning Scully is always putty in his hands, her limbs loose and heavy, making love to him like something from a dream. “Sleep well?”
“Mmmhmm.” Her hips move in small circles as he plays between her legs, right on the line between soothing and arousing, and a blush blooms across her chest. “Wh-what time’s it?”
“Late.” He kisses his way up her neck, suckles on her earlobe until she whimpers softly. She still hasn’t opened her eyes. “I let you sleep in as long as I could stand it. Sorry.”
“S’okay.” His fingers skim her entrance and she twitches beneath him. “This is a nice way to wake up.”
“Do you want to go back to sleep?”
Her face scrunches adorably, and she makes a grumpy whining sound in her throat. “Maybe?”
He smiles into her skin, presses his fingers just barely inside her. “Do you want me to stop while you figure it out?”
Eyes still closed, lower lip between her teeth, she smiles and shakes her head. 
Her body is sleep-warm and limp as he drags her thigh over his hip, opening her to him. His erection presses into the firm flesh of her ass as he strokes her, coaxing her arousal slowly to life. He slides his fingers through the slick folds of her sex, coating them in her wetness; some of it must be from last night, when he had pressed her into the cushions of the creaking leather couch and come inside her with a cry that made the upstairs neighbor bang on the ceiling—and then again, in this bed, as she rode him like a prize pony until they both came apart at the seams. She clenched around him like a vise as they came together, and the way he spasmed inside her only set her off again, until their orgasms seemed to feed off each other in an ouroboros of pleasure that felt endless and left them both gasping, shaking, too exhausted to even roll off the wet spot, let alone clean up properly.
She’s slick halfway down her thighs.
“Fuck, Scully, you’re so wet. You feel so good.” He slides his tongue into her ear and one finger into her slippery, aching heat, and her neck arches off the bed. “You felt good last night, too, especially the second time”—and now he scrapes his teeth along the shell of her ear, slides a second finger alongside the first—“when your pussy was already full of my cum, when I could feel it leaking out of you as I fucked you.”
“Jesus, Mulder,” she gasps, and spreads herself open even more, hooking her leg behind him and shifting a little onto her side. He holds her across her stomach and gathers her partly on top of him; her head falls back on his shoulder so he can tongue the soft column of her throat, nibble the sweet ridge along her collarbone. He ruts against her as his fingers pump slowly in and out, her clit hardening beneath his thumb. One arm is still trapped against the mattress, and he wriggles it free as best he can to fondle her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers.
She moans, squirming against him and pushing her ass deliciously against his hard length, begging for more. A quick shift of her hips, an awkward moment of fumbling, and then his cock is no longer trapped between their bodies but gliding between her slickened labia, and she brings a hand down to press him more tightly against her. He thrusts languidly, trapped between her hot little fingers and her even hotter cunt; he skims across her entrance with each stroke, rubs the head of his cock against her clit, her hips rolling in counterpoint to his sweet, unhurried rhythm. She reaches backward to grab his hair, whimpering, and his newly unoccupied hand busies itself at her other breast, groping and tweaking them in tandem.
“I love making you feel good, Scully.” His voice is velvet and gravel, his cock almost painfully hard against her molten core, and he talks to keep from embarrassing himself by coming before he’s even gotten inside her. “I love making you wet, feeling your clit pulse under my fingers, my tongue.” He licks her from shoulder to ear, leaving a glistening line of saliva along her skin, then sucks on the sensitive little spot where her jaw meets her throat. Soft little oh s spill from her lips as she grinds harder against his cock, and stars crowd his vision. “I love making you come, over and over. The sounds that you make, the way you smell, the way you squeeze me with your tight, wet cunt. ”
“Oh God.” Her whole body shudders and he feels a warm trickle of arousal coat his cock. Her face turns into the pillow, muffling the increasing volume of her moans. Greedy for the sound of her, he cups her jaw to pull her into a long, sloppy kiss, swallowing each whimper as she writhes against him with growing desperation.
“Are you awake yet, Scully?”
“Yes,” she pants helplessly against his mouth, his cock gliding between her soaked folds with almost no resistance. Soft, wet sounds fill the room, broken only by her breathy moans, his desperate panting. “More,” she manages to gasp. “God, more.”
His arm tightens around her stomach, and in one smooth move he drags her fully on top of him and scoots until his back is against the headboard. Her thighs fall to either side of his and he spreads her wide, his thick cock still thrusting along her slickened sex. She drops her head back against his shoulder and he growls, “Touch yourself,” into her ear.
A moment of hesitation, a deepening blush in her cheeks, and then she obeys. He watches her hand moving in quick tight circles over her clit, brushing the head of his cock as he slides it up and down the length of her. He slips just barely inside and she cries out, chasing him with her body when he withdraws, teasing her again and again. She gasps his name between casual blasphemies, notes in a symphony of moans and whimpers. “I want you inside me,” she finally begs. Her hand is slick with her own arousal as she wraps it around his cock, pumping him slowly, holding him against her entrance. She arches back to kiss him, plunges her tongue into his mouth, unable to stop the embarrassingly high-pitched whines coming from her throat. “Fuck, Mulder, I need you inside me when I come.”
“I live to serve,” he purrs against her mouth, and thrusts firmly upward, impaling her in one smooth motion. A loud cry pours from her throat—the neighbors are definitely going to complain again—and then she’s riding him for all she’s worth, her hips rolling and the muscles in her thighs clenching as she gallops toward release.
“Yes, oh God, Mulder, yes,” she gasps again and again, breathless and wanton, her tits bouncing in his hands as he pinches her nipples and her fingers making ever-more-frantic circles over her clit. “Close, so close, harder—”
Her words melt into a loud moan as he begins to plunge into her from below, his feet braced against the bed for leverage and his cock bumping against her cervix with every stroke. “Yes, Scully,” he hisses into her ear. “I want to feel it. Fuck me until you come.”
She’s tight and clenching around him, hotter than hell and slicker than sin, and his hand leaves her breast to join her fingers, stroking her clit together. He bites her nape, hard, and with a startled “ Oh! ” she shatters, her inner walls squeezing his cock in strong, rhythmic flutters as she gushes around him.
“Christ, Scully, did you just–?! Oh my god–!” Before she has a chance to answer or even catch her breath, he squeezes her tightly against his body and thrusts hard and fast, unable to hold back any longer. His ass lifts off the bed as he pistons in and out of her, desperate for release, and when she tightens around him again he comes with a roar—someone next door bangs on the wall—spurting hot inside her until his eyes roll back in his head and his vision goes red at the edges.
He comes down to find himself spooned against her, her ass cradled in the bowl of his hips as he softens inside her. They’ve made quite a mess, but his legs are burning like he’s been running for miles, and she’s gone completely limp against him; the last thing he can imagine is getting out of bed.
Still, he tries to be a gentleman.
“Want me to make some coffee? Then maybe a shower?”
She shakes her head against the pillow and pulls his arm tighter around her body. “I think I might be falling back asleep.”
He smiles into her hair. “Want me to wake you up a little later?”
“Absolutely.”
Hope you enjoyed! As always, comments will be printed and pasted into my little self-esteem scrapbook <3
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Secrets (2)
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Pairings: Wanda X Reader, Natasha X Reader
This fic is inspired by the song Secret by the Pierces and the HBO Max show Love and Death. I recommend listening to the song before reading but it's not necessary 
Warnings/Tags: 18+ Smut, Fingering, Oral sex, Face sitting, Multiple Orgasms, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Rough sex, Dirty talk, Dark Themes Possessive behaviour, Stalking, masturbation, cheating.
Please consider these warnings before reading.
Chapter 2- Oh Detka, My Beautiful Girl (5.5k words)
Other Chapters- 1, 3, 4, 5
Oh Detka, My Beautiful Girl
Why do you smile like you've been told a secret?
Now you're telling lies 'cause you have sworn to keep it
But no one keeps a secret
No one keeps a secret
With a nervous feeling consuming your entire body, you took a deep breath as you stood awkwardly outside the motel room, trying to build up the courage to knock on the door.
It had been three whole days since you agreed to meet Wanda, her arranging everything and giving you the address and room number that she had booked. To say you hadn't stressed or dreamed about this moment would have been a complete lie- you hadn't been able to stop. You practically counted down the minutes until you would be in the room with her, doing whatever she wanted you to do.
Taking one last anxious breath, as you had been standing there a while, you knocked on the door, anticipation building with every second you were left waiting outside. The sound of your heart beating wildly in your chest, pounding against your rib cage, filled your ears until the door swiftly opened, revealing her.
Wanda's face softened at your tense and shy form, her striking eyes contrasting the comforting smile on her face as they darkened, lust and desire swirling dangerously in the green pools of her eyes. A predatory smirk also appeared on her face, only for a split second, before fading back into the soft and gentle smile, encouraging you to come in.
"Take a seat Detka," her tone low, accent slipping into her words as she waits for you to do as she says. It filled her with excitement at how obedient you were, even at the simplest of things such as sitting in the seat she stood behind.
A shaky breath fell from your lips as her hands slid across your shoulders, dropping slightly lower to graze your collarbones before coming back up, one hand resting on the underside of your jaw and tilting your head back against her stomach. Her eyes were fixated on you, the way you shifted in your seat under her gaze causing her to smile down, attempting to ease your nerves.
She was going to show you how much you needed her, how you would only ever need her. Her smile twitched a little, trying to contain her thoughts as she knew she couldn't get carried away. Not just yet. You would have to adjust to her plans of stealing you away so she would have to be patient as to not scare you off.
Oh Detka, you'll soon be mine.
"Don't be nervous Dorogaya," she murmurs, the tone condescending as she lets her fingers brush your jawline. "You know I'd never let anything happen to you," her words easing the worry and doubt as you peered up at her, submission evident on your face as you succumbed to her wishes.
See? You need me Detka. I can get rid of all the negative thoughts.
"That's it," she whispers when you keep your gaze on her, not letting it flicker away to the wall behind her. "Now Detka, how this goes is up to you," she explains, letting your head go and spinning the chair around so you were facing her, your brows furrowing at her words.
"What?" you ask, voice wavering as arousal starts to build between your legs, that sultry look in her eyes driving you insane.
"Well, I can do two things Detka," a sinister smirk pulling at her lips as she lowers her body, letting her hands rest on each armrest while letting her lips slowly inch closer to yours, revelling in how your eyes are drawn to her lips. "I can fuck you slowly, intimately and worship this beautiful body of yours," her hand cups your cheek, her thumb moving to your lips, gently swiping across before dragging it down and releasing it, watching how the blush on your cheeks darken, the way your legs try and squeeze together a little to ease the unbearable heat.
"Or, I can fuck you how we both know you want to be fucked," her tone was teasing, intimidating. A chuckle followed, low and mocking, "Like my little whore."
"Please," you practically whimper, eyes pleading with her. You think it's pathetic that you're this desperate at just her words but Wanda on the other hand, she loves it.
"Shh Detka," she coos mockingly, letting her index finger slide against your lips before pushing in, making you suck on her finger. You feel humiliated letting her push her finger in further as well as another but fuck, it felt so good to please her like this.
So obedient... So good for me...Fuck, you're mine to ruin.
"I'm going to give you everything you want," she slides her fingers out, letting her lips ghost yours while her hands make their way to the collar of your shirt, pulling you a little closer. "And I'm not going to be gentle," her lips crash to yours, a moan spilling from your lips at how hungry and passionate it is.
She drags you out of the chair, pushing you onto the bed and wasting no time in climbing onto your lap, her strong thighs straddling your waist. Your hands desperately try to roam her body, the pure desire to feel her body taking over, the need to fulfil your latest fantasies making you groan at how soft her body is.
"No touching, not yet," she pants out against your lips, a whine escaping you at her, in your opinion, cruel words. When your hands don't leave fast enough for her liking, she takes a hold on your hands and pins them above your head, forcing you to lay underneath her body. "Keep them there Detka, don't make me tell you again," she warns before her rough lips meet yours again, dragging out another pitiful noise while your hands clenched into fists, trying to listen to her command.
Her tongue slides into your mouth, swallowing the needy moan that escapes you while you put up no fight to dominate the kiss. She toys with you, pulling back from the kiss with a smirk plastered on her face, watching how you try to chase her lips, addicted to them.
"I'm going to take such good care of you," she purrs at the shell of your ear, her hands moving down to the hem of your shirt, sliding under and letting her nails dig in a little on your stomach, the pain mixing with pleasure. "My good girl," she whispers, hearing the faint whine that spills from you.
"Please," your tone is laced with desperation, your face flushed and eyes blown with lust, lips swollen from how ruthless her kisses were, "I need you."
You only need me.
"You need me?" she asks teasingly, her hair tickling your cheeks as her face hovers mere millimetres away from yours. Her fingers slide up higher, ghosting the underside of your bra before pulling out, moving her body to sit up. She practically tears your shirt off your body, letting out a pleased sigh at the sight of your exposed torso. "You can beg better than that Detka," she murmurs before rolling her hips softly against yours, your head lolling back at the feeling while her nails scratch down your stomach, making you sensitive to her touch.
"Please, I just need you!" you beg once more, "Please Wanda, it hurts, please," you're silenced by her lips, her chuckling into the kiss while her hands quickly unclip your bra, discarding it somewhere in the room.
Just me. Only me.
"I know, I know," she whispers in response, her fingers pinching and pulling your nipples, the sensation causing more arousal to pool between your thighs, a chorus of sinful noises to escape you. "I need you too Detka," she lets her mouth nibble on your earlobe, continuing to grind her hips against you, working you up as much as she could to torment you before continuing with her words, "Fuck, do you know how long I've wanted this? How many ways I've imagined fucking you?"
How many times I've watched that whore fuck you? Watched you from the window with your hand between your thighs?
A guttural moan is all you can respond with, your back arching into her touch, her mouth moving to kiss down your neck, careful not to leave marks despite how much she wants to claim you as hers. Her hips push down harder against you, a moan escaping her at the way her clit brushes against her jeans, your eyes widening at the sound. You stare up at her in awe; the noise intoxicating as you would do anything to hear that noise again.
"Detka," she groans out, the vibrations tickling the juncture of your neck as she continues to kiss her way down your body, her teeth scraping your skin earning a gasp. You can feel the smug smile on her face against your collar bone as she peppers light kisses, finally moving down to your chest.
Her hips move off yours, sliding her body in between your spread legs while her hands move down to unfasten your jeans. Her fingers were deft, easily sliding the material down your legs before settling back into her position, letting her mouth take a breast into her mouth.
"Fuck Wanda," you moan out when her tongue skilfully swipes over your hardened nipple, sucking on it gently to have you arch your back once more, her fingers sliding under the waist band of your panties. "Oh shit," your hands grasp the sheets next to you when she lets her teeth scrape ever so gently over your sensitive nipple, peering up at you with a predatory look before switching to the other breast, lavishing it with the same amount of attention.
Oh Detka, what a mess between your legs. I'll always help you with this mess.
"You're so wet," she mutters against you, moving back up your body so she could crash her lips back to yours, needing to feel you moaning into her mouth again. It messy but fuck is it hot, her finger moving to slide your panties to the side, not having the patience to try and slide the fabric down your legs. She needed to be inside you. Now.
"You're so tight," she groans into your mouth, the way you were clamping down against her finger, hips rocking against her hand as you pathetically tried to ease the arousal that had built between your thighs. "Fuck, you've wanted this for a long time too, haven't you?" You're lost in the pleasure of her finger thrusting in and out of you, her pace relentless as she has one goal on her mind- she wants to fuck you so hard you forget everything about that whore.
"Yes," you pant out, lost for breath as she's fucking you like it's the last time, "Since I first met you."
"Fuck," she sighs in response, kissing you hard. "You're mine now," she rasps out, biting down on your lip and dragging it back before releasing it, staring into your eyes with nothing but hunger. "All mine," she sighs out before sliding another long, slender digit inside you, curling it beautifully against your g-spot.
Mine.
"Fuck!" you practically scream, your hips frantically moving against her hand. "Please, Wanda," you chant as your orgasm nears, tears starting to prick in the corner of your eyes at the overwhelming pleasurable feeling as she keeps you right on the edge.
"Oh, what's wrong Detka?" she whispers in a condescending tone, looking into your eyes that desperately plead with her to let you come. You whimper in response, a borderline evil laugh leaving her lips, "Do you need more?" Your head nods swiftly, your knuckles turning white due to your death grip on the sheets. "So greedy," she mumbles against your lips, kissing them as it if were necessary to live, continuing to fuck you mercilessly with her fingers before placing one final kiss on your lips, travelling down your body.
"Oh," Your mouth parts, a broken moan ripped from the back of your throat when her mouth sucks on your clit, her tongue swiping over the sensitive bundle of nerves, almost throwing you straight over the edge. Fuck, she was everything you dreamed of and more.
When she moans into your core at the taste of you, the coil snaps within you. Your legs clamp around her head, your hands reaching down to her hair as you come against her, hips desperately bucking against her face as a string of low moans are torn out of you. Your body practically slumps against the mattress, your body never orgasming so hard before. Wanda spreads your legs open and stares up at you with a deadly look in her eyes. Oh fuck.
You're going to regret that Detka.
She crawls up your body like a predator hunting its prey, her gaze unwavering as you nervously stare up at her.
"Did I say you could come?" Her tone is nothing but dominant, hand moving to your throat, applying a firm amount of pressure, eyes gauging your reaction before squeezing a little harder, feeling the groan that leaves you at her actions.
Fuck you look so pretty with my hand wrapped around your throat.
"No," your voice is small as you realise your mistake, the placement of her hand instantly turning you on again, despite how tired your body was.
"Then why did you think you could come just then?" she asks, treating you as if you were just some dumb little whore incapable of listening to her. You wanted to show her you could listen. You'd be a good girl for her.
"I'm sorry," your voice laced with regret for disobeying her, "Please let me make it up to you. Please, I'll do anything." you beg her, the smile on her face turning wicked.
Anything?
"You want to make it up to me?" she husks out, her teeth biting down on her lower lip as she stares down into your sorrowful eyes.
"Yes," the word leaves your lips without any hesitation. "Anything."
"Stay there," she commands and you don't dare challenge her, remaining on the bed as she stands next to it, her hands toying with the hem of her shirt. "Anything I want?" Her tone contains a teasing hint to it, her hands pulling her shirt over her head to reveal her bra-covered chest. The black lace falls from her body quickly, her patience running thin as she's just as turned on as you are, revealing her breasts.
Perfection is the only word that comes to mind when she reveals her body to you once more, the image of her through the window haunting all your thoughts prior to this meeting.
She seems to give up on her plan of strip teasing you, shrugging her remaining clothes off in record time before climbing back on top of your body. You could see the wetness between her thighs, glistening in the light as she moved her fingers to swipe through her dripping folds, moaning at the small touch.
"I'm going to use this pretty face of yours however I want," she simply smirks down at you, turning around so her hands could move down your body, ready to punish you for not listening. "And you're going to be a good girl and not come until I say so, isn't that right?" she asks while hovering her core over your mouth, your eyes glued to the slick dripping down her inner thighs, covered in her arousal.
Don't test my patience Detka.
"Isn't that right?" Her hand reaches behind to give a tug on your hair, a small whimper escaping you.
"Yes."
"Yes what?" She lets her hands move to near your core, nails scratching your inner thighs.
"Yes, I won't come until you let me," you sigh out, a satisfied look engraved onto her face.
"Good girl," she praises before lowering her hips, sitting on your face. Your tongue moves as best as it can to lick at her clit, your hands hesitantly going to hold her hips softly. When she doesn't say anything, you deem it's ok and continue trying to make it up to her, hands resting on her soft skin.
Your tongue slides through her arousal, a deep groan escaping you at the taste of her, your brain fogged with the thought of her. You would argue this, this animalistic desperation consuming her as she ruts against your face, is better than any release you could imagine. The moans that spill from her lips, the sound muffled by her thighs tightly wrapped around your head, as she grinds and grinds and grinds against your face unabashedly, it's the only thing you'll ever need.
"Fuck, that's it Detka, just like that," she moans out wantonly, her fingers finally making contact with your core, her other hand bracing herself on your thigh, nails leaving small crescent marks.
You moan into her core, hips twitching as you slide your tongue inside her, groaning at the way her walls clench hard around you.
When her fingers meet your soaked core, she isn't soft or gentle with you, thrusting two fingers straight inside you and encouraging you to fuck her harder.
You slide your tongue out, flattening it for her to ride on to which she does so beautifully. Back and forth, back and forth she pushes her hips, practically coating your face in her slick as she pounds her fingers into you, curling them to send pleasure crashing through your body.
You're close already and she knows it, still unrelenting with her brutal pace as she fucks you like she you're nothing but a toy, something for her to use whenever she wants.
"Don't you fucking dare come," she grits out when feeling your body tremble under her. You whimper and whine into her core, ignoring your pleas as she continues to move against you.
"I'm so close," she pants out and you refuse to move as her hips come to stop on your tongue, body shuddering against you. It's messy as she rolls against your face, her come dripping onto your tongue as she lets out a guttural moan, legs shaking against the side of your head.
"Fuck," she says in a heavy breath, lifting her hips off your face and looking down to see you covered in her arousal, an astonished look on your face at what just happened. "You did so good," she sighs out breathlessly, a glint of pride flickering in your eyes as you just did that. You just made her come that hard. "Come whenever you want Detka," she murmurs, moving her body so that her mouth was now at your core.
Her tongue licks a broad stripe up against your core, eyes rolling back when she sucks on your clit roughly, hands holding your legs open. You pant, moan, whimper and whine her name, body trembling under her touch as she drives you towards what you so desperately need and want. Wanda flicks her tongue against your clit, eyes peering up at you and watching how your muscles twitch at her actions, deciding she wanted to hear you scream.
Her pace is brutal, fingers sliding in with ease once more before pulling out and slamming back in, her mouth sucking on your clit while your back arches off the bed. You scream just like she wanted, the lewd noise ripped from the back of your throat as your hands rushed down to grab her hair. She lets it slide, just this once, as she can feel you spasming around her fingers, your come flooding around them and coating them as another guttural noise is torn out of you, body shaking with pleasure.
"Wanda," you whimper when it becomes too much, her reluctantly leaving you, giving you one last lick to make you twitch before crawling up your body and kissing you softly. She notices the tears that have spilt down your cheeks, another whimper leaving you at her tenderness.
"Oh Detka, my beautiful girl," she whispers, soothing you as you move into her embrace, body overstimulated and overwhelmed by everything. "I've got you, I'm all you need," she coos, letting you calm down in her arms, pressing a featherlight kiss to your forehead before tilting her head down to look at your closed eyes, a dangerous smirk pulling at her lips.
I'm all you'll ever need.
***
The sound of the front door opening and closing is unknown to you, too consumed in your thoughts as you stare at the ink on the pages of your book. You have read this paragraph at least four times, not once has it comprehended in your mind as it refuses to focus on anything but Wanda.
You're taken back to your morning with her, remembering the way she comforted you after your....activities, most likely leaving you to sleep as your body craved it. A subconscious smile sneaks onto your face when recalling her words 'Oh Detka, my beautiful girl, I've got you.'
"What are you smiling at?" Natasha chuckles while walking into the living room, an ethereal look to her as she brushes her red hair back with her hand, a few strands falling and framing her face. You're surprised by her voice, eyes widening and a blush forming on your cheeks at what you were actually thinking about, shrugging your shoulders to dismiss her.
"Oh nothing," you lie, surprised by how you didn't seem to feel as guilty as you thought you would. Of course there was a pang of guilt that flooded through your body but you just thought about how amazing your time with the older woman was, repeating her words of 'You know I'd never let anything happen to you' to keep you grounded.
She assumes it was something in your book as you flip the page, teeth nibbling on your lower lip to stop the smile from stretching as your girlfriend moves within your home, most likely getting relaxed and comfortable after a long day of work.
When she returned, she noticed you had closed your book and switched the tv on, flicking between the different channels until you found something you liked.
"How was your day my love?" she asks while moving to sit on the sofa next to you, letting her head rest on your shoulder while her body presses into yours.
"Nothing special," you say lightly, leaving a random channel on and turning your attention to the woman next to you. "The bookstore was quiet today," technically, you weren't lying about your shop not being busy, having opened the shop in the afternoon for a couple of hours to see if anyone wanted to come in.
She hums in response, letting out a deep sigh as she cuddles further into your side, looking into your eyes with nothing but love.
"Fury wants me to go on another business trip," she whispers, knowing how much you hate it when she leaves. Natasha hates it too, not being too keen on being away from you for so long. "I have to leave tomorrow," your eyes widen at how soon, sadness filling you at the thought of being alone before someone else pops into your mind, the idea of Natasha leaving not being as annoying or disappointing as before.
"Tomorrow?" you say, shocked at how soon she would have to leave.
"I know it's not ideal love but it's a really big deal for us," she tries to explain to you the importance, pausing when you interrupt her.
"It's ok Nat," your tone genuine as you whisper to her, moving your body so you could cup her cheeks and look into her emerald eyes. "I know how much you love your job so, if it's important, then it's ok if you need to go."
"I don't want to go sometimes though," she grumbles, hiding her face in your neck as she moves forwards, swinging her legs over yours as she sits in your lap. "I'd rather be with you."
A soft chuckle spills from your lips when she starts to grumble about her co-worker Sam Wilson, she loved that man but oh does he annoy her sometimes. Spending the next few days with him compared to you was nothing but annoying to the redhead.
You just let her stay in your lap, your hands gliding up and down her back comfortingly as the stress flows from her body. Her hands wrap around your body as she relaxes in your embrace, a soft sigh spilling from her lips as she closes her eyes, savouring the peaceful atmosphere that had taken over the room.
It's moments like this where you appreciate each other. It's rare for Natasha to be on the receiving end like this of all the attention, but that's what makes it special to you. To her, she's just glad she has found someone to feel safe with, someone who loves her as much as she loves you.
If only she knew.
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Zoning out, your eyes were transfixed on a random book sitting on the shelf, the spine of the book sticking out a little further than the others, needing to be pushed in a little. You would have gone to fix it but it seemed pointless as some other customer would most likely fix it for you or mess up the neat row of books again. Instead, you let your thoughts drift while a small old man slowly made his way around a shelf containing non-fiction books about trains, not too scared of him running off with a book without paying.
Natasha's departure this morning invaded your thoughts, the way she woke you up with soft kisses around your face to wake you up, making sure you wouldn't be late to open the book shop. When you opened your eyes, you chuckled at the stark contrast between you, her prestige and formal suit perfectly accentuating her toned body while you were sprawled out in bed, only wearing her shirt. She reluctantly said goodbye to you, having to catch a plane within the next few hours while you watched her leave from the window, waving to her car as she reversed out before catching Wanda's stare through the window.
Her hands were wrapped around a cup of coffee as she stood in her dressing gown, her head tilting curiously at you before leaving, presumably at the sound of her children.
You snapped back to reality when the sweet old man came up to the counter, presenting to you the book he had chosen. You offered him a kind smile, listening intently to what he was saying to you, sharing his interest in steam trains with you. You entertained him, smiling at how happy he was at talking to someone about his passion before bagging up his purchase and wishing him a good day. The bell at the door jingled when he left, leaving you all alone in the store once again to your thoughts.
They swiftly travelled towards your neighbour, planning on how you would ask to see her again as Natasha was out of town until Thursday. That gave you two days to see the other woman.
Coincidentally, the bell chimed once more, the woman you were just thinking of entering your store with a curious expression written on her face. You glanced at her every minute or so, watching as she casually strolled down each of the aisles, taking her time looking around your shop.
Wanda had watched you many times through the windows, sitting in the small little Eternals café across the road as she witnessed the events of your days, but she had never actually been inside. She let out a small laugh at the little decorations around the small shop, noticing how this place was just so you.
You're so cute, Dorogaya, so adorable.
Picking up the courage, you walked up to the older woman, clearing your throat nervously, planning on how to ask her to meet you in the motel again.
"Hi," was all you managed to say, her striking eyes staring right through you, a blush quickly forming on your cheeks. Images of your shared time together filtered through your mind, eyes darkening a little as she waited for you to continue. "I was, um, thinking that..."
That's it Dekta, come on, you can ask. Tell me you want to see me again.
"Well, Natasha has gone out of town for the next two days so I was wondering if maybe- if you're not busy- you wanted to meet at the motel again?" there was a clear timidness to your tone. Wanda simply smiled in response, moving closer to you with a teasing smirk toying at her lips.
You want me. Me, not her. Me.
"That sounds perfect Detka," she whispers lowly, her eyes flickering down to your lips. "I can't do tonight though," she notices the disappointment on your face, letting her hand cup your cheek softly.
Already so dependent on me...
"I'll make it up to you tomorrow Dorogaya, don't worry," she purrs, your breath hitching at her tone.
"Tomorrow," you sigh out in confirmation, biting your lip to hide your smile.
"Tomorrow." she repeats and you can already imagine the possible ways the night could go.
She soon starts to make her way around the shop again, not interested in buying anything as she only came in to see you. Before she leaves though, she walks up behind you as you restock a shelf, her body pressed into the back of yours. Her hand moves to your stomach, travelling lower while her mouth moves to your ear. "Don't even think about touching yourself tonight Detka," she rasps out, a breathy moan escaping you as she slides her hand under your dress, hand brushing against your panties. "This," she emphasises what she means by cupping your core, your heart beating wildly in your chest. "This is mine now, only I get to play with it," she kisses your neck sensually, smirking against the skin at the needy whine that escapes you, "Do you understand?"
"Yes," you sigh out, letting your head lean back against her body.
"Good girl," she praises and you love it when she calls you that. "I'll see you tomorrow Detka."
After that, her body slips away from yours, leaving you a mess against the wooden shelf. Alone and desperate for her touch.
***
After tucking in the twins, Wanda closed the door quietly, leaning against it and sighing. Her eyes fluttered closed, her body relaxing against the door as she could finally have some quiet time. Tommy decided that tonight was the perfect time to tease and annoy Billy, resulting in many arguments and a very fed up Wanda. She just wanted something to cheer her up.
The thought of you crossed her mind, her body naturally making its way to her room, standing in front of the window and looking for you. Your body tossed in the bed, a frustrated look on your face as you throw your head back in annoyance. Wanda's head tilted inquisitively, observing your form laying down. She enjoyed watching you alone as it was soothing to her, knowing your routine of what you would do when Natasha would leave. Wanda knew how you tended to care for yourself when she left, normally reaching into the nightstand to retrieve the red vibrator and letting yourself go but tonight you were conflicted.
Be a good girl Detka, don't make me punish you tomorrow.
Your head turned to the nightstand, staring at it longingly as Wanda assumed you wanted to ease the burning sensation between your legs. Her body walked closer to the window, wanting to get a better view of you as your mind desperately tried to make a choice of what to do.
Anger but also excitement flooded through her body when you reached into the draw, pulling out the familiar toy before shrugging your pyjama pants and panties off, letting your fingers run through your dripping folds.
Oh Dorogaya, all you had to do was listen.
Attentively, Wanda watched your head loll back against the soft sheets, your mouth parting into a moan when the toy met your core. You wasted no time in turning the settings up high, a feral and desperate desire to come seemingly taking over your body. Your back arched off the bed, free hand groping your chest through your thin t-shirt, Wanda's jaw clenching at the sight of you.
Her eyes widened when she read your lips, her name falling off them repeatedly as your hips bucked, legs shaking. Your eyes squeezed shut, mouth parting for a guttural moan as your body twitched, your orgasm quickly approaching causing arousal to pool between the older woman's thighs, her body craving to feel you against her again.
When your orgasm crashed through your body, a different name for Wanda was moaned out, your body shaking at the intensity of it while she just cursed under her breath.
Oh fuck.
A wave of arousal rushed through her at what you moaned, a sinister plan forming in her head of how she was going to punish you for your bad behaviour. 
Mommy will teach you how to behave Detka. 
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Warnings: none
Word count: 900
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Bruce has a rare day off and spends the entire day with you.
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Waking up alone wasn’t uncommon, as head of Wayne industries Bruce often had to be at the office at some ungodly hour of the morning. What was uncommon was to wake up still curled up next to Bruce with breakfast on the nightstand.
“What’s this?” you shift up to a sitting position and give Bruce a suspicious look.
“Am I not allowed to bring us breakfast in bed?” he replies almost teasingly.
He lifts the tray of food off of the nightstand and onto the bed between the both of you. Everything looked like something out of a picture, a stack of pancakes with small chocolate chips and maple syrup soaking through, four strips of crispy bacon, a small pile of scrambled eggs, two pieces of toast and two glasses of juice.
“This all looks amazing, remind me to thank Alfred later!” you look at the plate unsure of where to start,
“How do you know I didn’t make it?”
You raise an eyebrow, “I’m not sure if that even deserves a response, I’ve seen you burn pasta, Bruce.”
“You hurt me y/n and to think I had the day off just to be insulted.”
You snap your head up and a smile forces its way to your face,
“You have a day off?”
Bruce chuckles and how adorable you are, after kissing you on the forehead he takes a sip from his glass.
“Yes y/n I have the day off and I’m going to spend the entire day spoiling you.”
∞∞
Sitting in front of the warm fire. You and Bruce cuddled up on a couch with a book in one of his hands and his other hand played with your hair, gently tugging your hair and stroking your scalp. Bruce’s deep voice was calming and soft something most people never heard, others only ever heard the hard, commanding voice of Bruce Wayne, CEO, Billionaire. You got to see Bruce Wayne, the father, superhero, boyfriend.
You looked up at Bruce and focused on the way his lips moved to form the words he muttered. His voice was the most soothing and calm thing, you felt you could listen to it forever.
Bruce suddenly stops and looks down at you and smirks, his dark hair falls over his left eye and he lent down to kiss you on the forehead.
“Do you want me to stop reading? Are you getting bored?”
“No. I like the sound of your voice, keep reading. Please?”
Bruce chuckles and smiles at you again before his eyes move back to the pages and continues to tug on your hair.
∞∞
“Master Bruce, I have prepared dinner. Good evening Miss y/n.” Alfred walks into where you and Bruce are sitting, he addresses Bruce and looks to you and smiles.
“Perfect thank you Alfred.” Bruce stands up and holds his hand out to you, gently resting your hand in his you look up in suspicion.
“what are we doing Bruce?”
“Having the perfect end to the day of course.” Shooting his signature Bruce Wayne smirk at you.
As you walk through the manor with Bruce you realise how much you love what your life has come to, you have a loving boyfriend, who supports you and cares for you and protects you in more ways than any other person could understand. You had amazing children who, even though they make you want to rip your hair out, love you like their own mother. All of the stress and anxiety and hatred towards you that came with being apart of this family was worth it.
You are smiling as you and Bruce come to a stop in the garden, before you lies a scene that immediately makes you breathless, hanging from the trees are fairy lights glowing a bright white that illuminates the darkness and a red and white blanket lays underneath, chocolate strawberries, wine and small snacks are littered over the blanket.
Déjà vu hit you like a truck, suddenly you were back, three years ago, in this exact spot, set up exactly the same as you stargazed with Bruce. You had been seeing each other for almost 4 months but it was just that, seeing each other until that night when Bruce asked you to be his girlfriend, when the infamous playboy billionaire asked you to be his.
Tears welled up in your eyes as you turn to face him only to find him on one knee looking up at you with a small red velvet box being pulled out of his pocket and with that, your tears started falling.
“Y/n, you have been everything to me for so long no and I don’t even want to remember a time that I didn’t have you. My life has become so much brighter with you, when I saw you smile at me the day we met it was like someone turned on a light and it consumed me. I couldn’t figure out where to do this… it needed to be perfect but this, here. Its better than anywhere in the world, in our home in the place I realized that I love you, the person who can make me smile, one of the only things keeping me sane. The person who keeps me out of trouble.”
You are standing there with your hands clamped over your mouth as tears ran down your face, you cant stop smiling and you look like a mess.
“Y/n Y/l/n will you marry me?”
“Yes! Yes of course I will!” as he stands you wrap your arms around him.
“I must look so terrible” you say laughing against his chest.
“Of course you don’t, you have never looked more beautiful.”
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